#I can't actually remember if she got her arm or leg broken

[always-just-red]

Hii! I've seen some Pregnancy scenario with LaD's men, but I have this HC-- personally for Sylus. That when fem!reader got pregnant, he didn't really understand how the Pregnancy hormones work, until he experienced one and he got confused how he should act or react because it's feels like he's walking on landime, one wrong move/word, she'd throwing tantrum or being sulky at him

I've heard from my Friend who got pregnant before, when she craving something and her Husband showing any form that he can't fulfill what she's craves, she felt her heart broken, and she'd sulk and acted as if he just cheated on her. The problem is, she always craved something that didn't even exist at that moment😂, she's craving certain type of Mango while it's not even that Mango season, so nobody selling it. He literally being desperate to negotiate with her cravings

So... Can I request a scenario smiliar like that? It doesn't have to be mango, or any foods. Just... how Pregnancy hormones or Cravings could make Sylus got frustated lol

Aaaaa anon this is adorable, thank you! We love making Sylus suffer in cute and harmless ways. He's always asking for trouble, so let's give him some! 😌���

Something Sweet

Sylus x Reader 🩸

Summary: Sylus knows how to get what he wants. Getting what you want might be a little more tricky...

Genre: fluff!

Warnings/Additional tags: female!reader, IMPLIED pregnant!reader (pregnancy not actually mentioned or described- just hormones being hormones ✌), established relationship, canon pet names, a lil bit of roleplay because Sylus refuses to leave his Mystic Adventure era

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Disclaimer: Characters belong to Love and Deepspace. All work is my own, so please don't repost or plagiarise!

“Sy, d’you know what I’m craving right now?”

“Always, sweetie.” Sylus doesn’t look up from his book. “Not now, though. I’m tired.”

Morning sunlight streams through the gaps in your living room curtains, casting pale yellow shapes over the floor. A shard of it has been inching over the sofa towards Sylus, the sharp edge now grazing the side of his face. He shifts, ever so slightly, away from its touch. His eyes are open but heavy.

“No,” you scold, leaning forwards to swat at him with your book. “That’s not what I meant, you narcissist.”

He chuckles with his usual low timbre— his gaze still not lifting— and the sound is deeper for how close he is to sleep. He wants to give in to it, you can tell. When he turns a page, the movement is languid, soft. You’re losing him.

“Sy,” you say again, then with more of a whine: “Sylus.”

His eyes flutter closed as he draws in a deep breath. His hand raises, his fingers stretching to pull his reading glasses from his face. They’re set down on the arm of the chair beside him, along with the book, and he turns to you with a smile. “What are you craving, sweetie?”

You rest your book on your stomach. Your legs are stretched out over Sylus’s lap, and his hand finds one of your feet, massaging an ache from it as you begin your speech. “Do you remember that café we used to go to? The one we found when it started raining in the park that day? We didn’t think it was open, but then the owner knocked on the window and said we could—”

“Yeah?” His hand moves to your other foot.

“Well, they make these—”

“Macarons.”

“You remember?”

His smile widens like he remembers vividly. “Kitten, how could I forget? I’m still jealous of that sweet little treat. You’ve never made that face for me, and believe me—” he wiggles one of your toes— “I’ve tried.”

That had been one of the only times you’d truly caught him off-guard, back when your feelings for one another were unnamed and uncharted. The rain had been drumming against the café window, and you’d heaved Sylus’s damp coat from your shoulders— giggled at the raised eyebrow and the sarcastic ‘…thanks’ he’d given in turn. One hot drink later, you were lifting a pastel pink macaron to your lips, taking a delicate bite and failing to stifle a tiny, almost euphoric moan.

You remember realising yourself: blushing profusely and expecting some remark, some ridicule, but none ever came. Sylus’s eyes were wide, dark, fixed upon your still parted mouth.

After a few of the longest seconds of your life, he’d dragged the plate with the rest of the macarons away from you and muttered something about how you had better not do that again.

“They’re still the sweetest things I’ve ever tasted,” you tease now, just as you’d wrestled him for that plate back then, set on eating every last macaron.

He makes a hmph as he idly runs a finger over the part of your foot he knows is ticklish. His expression is distinctly grumpy, but it falters as you laugh and try to writhe away from him.

You’re quickly out of breath. “Sylus?”

“Mmm?”

He glances up at you and you smile sweetly, head tilting. “Please?”

His coat on a rainy day. The entire plate of macarons in the end; he’s never been very good at denying you anything. For the first time since you’d stirred him from his book, however, he appears genuinely regretful. “You’re forgetting something, sweetie,” he murmurs gently. “Why did we stop going to that café, hmm?”

You shrug.

“It closed, kitten,” he sighs. “Months ago.”

“What?”

Not only did you already know that— you actually visited the café on its final day. The owner was telling you stories: he was moving somewhere warmer, closer to family, and he needed all the funds he could get. Sylus had snuck an obscene amount of money into the man’s tip jar whilst you acted as a distraction. You both had fond memories of that place; it was nice to make one more.   

It's all coming back to you and you’re struck by a wave of nostalgia. You want to go back there. You can’t go back there. It doesn’t exist anymore, and you’ll never taste sweetness like that again.

Your mouth has gone dry.

“Sweetie?” Sylus prompts, because he notices you’re far away. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah,” your voice wobbles, “I just really wanted… I mean, I really needed one of those—”

“… Macarons?” he finishes for you.

You burst into tears, and one day, you’ll tally this as another time you took the man by surprise. His face drops instantly— lost, for a moment— before he slides your legs from his lap, allowing him to lean closer. “No, no, no,” he coos, “don’t cry, kitten, please. I didn’t mean to… well, I didn’t realise…”

He doesn’t know what to say, and he always knows what to say. He set you off with a single word and now he’s stuttering like sentences are all possible landmines. He tries his luck again, putting a foot forward: “Listen to me. I’ll go to the store. Would that be alright? Or perhaps there’s another café that could—”

You explode: sobbing even more viscerally. Your whole body shakes with it.

Sylus has frozen. He watches on helplessly as you cry, blabbering about the macarons you can’t have and the café you can’t return to. Across the room, even Mephisto has hunched down on his perch, though he issues a few, spirited squawks, maybe in solidarity with your breakdown, or maybe in protest of it.

It’s like a catalyst. You cry more: burying your face in your hands because what the hell is wrong with you? It’s not a big deal. It’s not a big deal, so why do you feel sick? And then there’s Sylus— your Sylus, devoted and adoring— and here you are, punishing him for something beyond his control.

You look up from your hands, desperate to apologise, but he’s gone. More shards of sunlight paint his empty seat and catch all that’s left of him: a few crow feathers, glistening like onyx. Mephisto is gone too, and the room is quiet, save for you snivelling and feeling sorry for yourself.

“Sylus?” you call out into the empty morning.

It isn’t his fault, not really. You wouldn’t want to be around you, either.

…

Something brushes over your cheek, and your tired eyes open.

The sun has ebbed back behind the curtains and the ceiling light has taken its place, casting artificial highlights over everything in reach: the coffee table, the closed-up flowers at its centre and a mug of tea that’s gone cold. Sylus is in front of you too, backlit and soft like a daydream, and he—

He left you.

“Sy?” you whisper warily, because the context is coming back to you slowly, piece by piece.

“Hey,” he coaxes, voice as honeyed as whatever’s turned the air sweet.

You blink, rubbing sleep from your eyes and relishing the warmth of his hand on your face. Then you slap his shoulder. “Hey, really? That’s all you’ve got— hey?”

He’s kneeling for you— on the floor, beside the couch— so you can meet his eyes. He settles his chin thoughtfully on the edge of the seat, his nose almost touching yours. “What would you prefer, sweetie?” His lips are close to yours too. “Good evening, my beloved? Greetings, my queen?”

“How about sorry?” you snap, because he isn’t cute and he isn’t charming.

He pouts. “Why sorry?”

“Because you left, Sylus!” You sit up straighter, and your phone tumbles out of your lap. Its screen is still lit-up from a few hours ago, showcasing a very one-sided conversation and a rant you never actually sent, because it’s still in the text box.

You vaguely recall writing it, so you try to snatch the phone from Sylus’s hand as he plucks it from the floor. He’s more alert than you. More co-ordinated. He keeps it out of your grasp as he reads the unsent message, an eyebrow raising.

It was a lot of things— colourful, creative— not entirely tasteful. “My, my, your highness,” he tuts, “so this is the treatment your valiant knight receives for undertaking your quest?”

“You’re not valiant,” you rebuke, and you manage to wrestle your phone from him. “You’re—”

“A heartless prick,” he finishes casually, quoting your message with a chuckle. He takes your free hand and kisses the back of it, refusing to let you pull away. “And whose fault is that, I wonder?”

“You can have your heart back.”

“Nope. You’re stuck with it, sweetie. With me, too. Now—” he sits back on his knees— “would you please ask me about my quest?”

The analogy is lost on you. You sit fully up, looking down at him. “What quest, oh valiant knight?”

His lips form a smirk; he just loves when you play along. “Close your eyes.”

You do— whether you’re queen or not. You hear him shifting aside, and then there’s a snap of his fingers. The air changes, warping like thick, liquid smoke, and you know he’s using his Evol. “Open,” he commands.

And there on the coffee table, freshly teleported, is a plate of macarons the colour of cherry blossoms. As if anticipating the comparison, Sylus pulls a handful of pink petals from his pocket and blows them up into the air so they can spiral down on the scene. He watches them. Then you. “Ta-da,” he proclaims, his tone dry but full of humour.

You’re prone to hyperbole nowadays, but this is without a doubt the best thing you have ever seen.

“Sylus,” you gasp in disbelief, “how did you—”

“It doesn’t matter,” he says; the story isn’t for today, and he’s very, very tired. A few weeks from now he’ll tell you about how he tracked down the contact information of the owner of the old café. How he spent an hour on the phone bargaining for a certain macaron recipe, and several more hours in the kitchen, trying to get them perfect. “Now, they might not be exactly the same, sweetie. But I did try to—”

You surge forwards, capturing his lips in a kiss. It’s so impulsive— so reckless— that you almost tumble down from the couch, but he catches you, steadies you, and your hand is gripping the soft of his hair as he kisses you back. Slowly, his mouth not leaving yours, he lifts you back into your seat.

“Easy, sweetie.” His voice is low as he pulls away, and though he turns his face from you, you can make out the blush on his cheeks. He settles back into his kneeling position on the floor. “I have one more surprise for you. Do try to control yourself.”

He retrieves a small, complete flower from his pocket, albeit one a little dreary from its journey. Sylus smiles triumphantly as he holds it out to you, and he was right; you do want to throw yourself at him. Instead, you take the flower and lean forwards, tucking it behind his ear before he can protest. He’d tilted closer to help you, and he sits back with an exasperated tsk when you’re done.

“It suits you,” you grin.

He yawns. “Everything does.”

You don’t want to get into trouble, so you shimmy to the very edge of your seat and carefully— showing tremendous restraint— reach out to take his face in your hands. “You’re amazing, Sy. Thank you for doing all of this for me, but…”

“But…?”

“I missed you. I like macarons, yeah,” you smile, “but I’d much rather have you.”

This time, he can’t hide his face and the way it goes pink, like the blossom behind his ear. His cheeks are warm beneath your palms. “You couldn’t have said that before I spent the whole day—”

His voice is strangled as you keel towards him— slow and deliberate— to thread your arms around him and pull him into a hug. He tenses for a moment, then wraps his arms around you too: holding you tightly, keeping you from falling any further. You can feel his hand stroking your back and he hums as you give him a gentle squeeze.

“Such a lovely moment, kitten,” he muses, your head on his shoulder. “I do hope it’s sincere, and not— say— an excuse for someone to get her paws on the macarons behind me.”

There’s another moment of quiet.

“Don’t be silly, Sy,” you retort, but your mouth is full, your cheeks are stuffed, and not a single word of it is intelligible.

[hauntedparadisebandana]

More Desmond hcs cause I love him so much.

Desmond is the type of person to sleep everywhere but where he's supposed to. The others can't figure out if it's because of the bleeding effect and his episodes or if he's genuinely sleeping in weird places. They had an idea to lock his room door at night, but they didn't want to treat him like an asylum patient. There's been a few instances where Shaun has walked into the kitchen and has found des sleeping on the counter or even inside the cabinets.

"Hmmm, I'm in a chamomile mood today," mumbles Shaun as he walks into the kitchen yawning.

He fills the kettle with water and puts it on the stove. He lazily leans against the counter and waits, trying not to fall asleep. Then, a muffled voice fills his ears.

"You making tea? I want some too, please."

Shaun's eyes shoot open like he's seen Jesus himself. He stands up straight and frantically looks around.

"Christ, I'm hearing voices... I should've done the evaluation." He runs a hand down his face, rethinking his life choices.

"Nope, no ghost. Just your good pal Desmond." At this, Shaun is confused. Where is his voice coming from? He then gets the bright idea to look inside the cabinets, the only place Desmond could hide. Crouching down his opens up a door, and lo and behold, desmond is in there.

"Why on earth are you in the cabinets desmond?" Shaun says with an exasperated sigh.

"I'm actually not sure, I just woke up in here. Ugh my back hurts."

"Well, yeah, you fell asleep crammed inside a cabinet."

"About that tea, though, I want some."

"Oh- uh yeah, sure, tea for you too." He closes the cabinet door, "Wait!" The door opens again, "what is it, Desmond?" "Can you add honey to mine, please? " "Yes, you can have honey."

The same goes for rebecca and Lucy. Rebecca remembers the last time she tried to go to bed peacefully, she didn't.

Rebecca yawns and turns over, eyes still closed. She's feels something is off, it's warmer than usual, way warmer, and her bed feels...heavier? She opens her eyes, coming face to face with Desmond. All snuggled up under her sheets, leg thrown over hers, staring like this was an everyday occurrence.

"Jiminy Christmas! Fuck Desmond! what the hell are you doing in my bed?!" Rebecca whisper yells.

"Your bed so warm, you mind if I sleep here? I think my heater is broken in my room."

Rebecca sighs out loud,

"Did you make sure it was plugged in? Cause you did that last time des."

Desmond thinks back to his heater. Now that he thinks about it, it probably wasn't plugged into the wall. But who cares? He's warm now.

"Probably not, but it's too late. I'm already lying down."

"Ughhhhhh, fine, you can stay. Just don't hog the blanket, and don't kick me."

"Ok ok I won't. Goodnight becca."

"Night des."

FYI, Rebecca got kicked at least 3 times that night.

Lucy has had her share of being scared shitless by Desmond, too, in her room as well.

Lucy sits up and stretches, just waking up. Checking her clock, she sees its 5am, no use in going back to sleep now.

"I could really start the grocery list today. The fridge is pretty empty -" she freezes, holding back a yell with her eyes wide as she stares straight into the corner at her hanging chair. Something tall, resembling a person is in it, its way to dark in her room to see.

She shudders, reaching for her bed side lamp she flicks it on in a hurry.

"Oh what the hell."

There sits Desmond, sitting inside Lucy's chair with a blanket draped over him, he even brought his own pillow. Yet he's so tall. He looks a bit uncomfortable.

She stands up and walks over to Desmond, patting his shoulder.

"Des wake up, you can sleep in my bed."

"Hmmmm?" He groans, not fully awake yet.

"You can sleep in my bed. You look uncomfortable over here."

"Hm, thanks," Desmond goes to stand, "Ugh, wait, headache."

"From the bleeds?" "No, stood up too fast."

Lucy grabs Desmond by the arm and leads him to the bed. "Sleep now, I know you barely get any as it is." She expects a rebuttal but is surprised when he is fast asleep again, and this time, he looks comfortable. She leaves him there, making her way into the living room where Rebecca and Shaun are watching whatever is good on TV.

"Shaun, Becca, we need to get this Desmond sleeping situation under control."

"Agreed"

"Agreed"

[ode2cheol]

when you spoke to me..

doctor!joshua x f!reader 4.1k words, readers ex keeps texting her to take him back, fake dating au, honestly doesn’t focus much on joshua being a doctor other than at the beginning but he still is a rich doctor, fluff, angst, one sided love (?) (you’ll get it when u read it), part of waves will take us far away series !

why were hospital layouts so complicated sometimes? now you’re accidentally in the room of a really cute doctor embarrassing yourself while you fumble with your phone trying to find the correct room your friend was in.. but wait is he smiling at you?

“you what?” you screamed to your friend over the phone, “who the hell is stupid enough to go on a hike when they have a broken leg?”

“ankle. it’s a broken ankle. besides it all worked out in the end right? at least everything with cheol got cleared up” she giggled, and you sighed remembering the crush she’d developed on her doctor of all people.

“yeah yeah i guess, look you get some rest i’ll come visit you tomorrow with jeonghan. feel better alright!” you let out another deep sigh when your friend hung up. you loved her but she really did make some terrible decisions sometimes.

the bed sheets were warm beneath you, it’d started getting warmer as spring approached and you knew you were definitely grateful for it. the cold weather always made the skin on your hands rough.

the notification sound on your phone went off. confused you checked your phone again in case it was from your friend. you let out a groan when you read who the text was from. ‘i’m sorry i miss you’ read the text from your ex. you’d blocked him weeks ago but he kept finding ways to contact you through new or his friends’ accounts. annoyed, you put your phone on mute and put your head on your pillow ready to sleep.

balloons tied to your wrist and three gift bags resting on your forearms, you walked through the hospital halls keeping a lookout for any staff that could help you find where the room you were looking for was.

you didn't usually visit this hospital so you weren’t familiar with the setting. room 139. you just passed 122 so surely you can't be far, right? after walking for a few more minutes, you found room 139. something seemed off though.

you were sure jeonghan had told you that he was already here and after peeking your head in, you couldn’t catch sight of him. weird. maybe he just stepped out to grab something. oh well.

pushing the door open you could've cried at the sight in front of you. yeah you were right to be wary. instead of your friends you were met with an elderly man currently getting a cast on his arm.

“i am so so sorry” you said breathlessly as you tried to get out of the room. before you did, your eyes met with the second doctor in the room, was he.. laughing at you? ‘jerk’ you rolled your eyes before walking out of the room.

turning on your heel, you gave one last apology before trying to find the correct room. before you could make it far, you felt someone grab onto your arm to get your attention. ‘what the hell did he want?’

“can i help you?” you told him curtly.

“i can help you if you need actually. i’m guessing you’re here to visit someone and it wasn’t that man back there” he smiled at you. okay now you felt bad. he was just a cute doctor that wanted to help you out.

“oh.. thank you” you smiled at him, “uh this was the room that my friend has told me. i’m visiting her, she had a fractured ankle..”

“oh!” his eyes widened, “do you know who your friend’s doctor is? is it choi seungcheol?”

“oh that’s right!”

“yeah come with me i’ll take you to where it is. you were in the wrong ward”

you frowned. why would the hospital use the same numbering system for every ward? it’s so over complicated. whatever. at least you were getting there now. you continued to follow doctor.. well actually what was his name?

“excuse me doctor? what’s your name if you don’t mind me asking”

“hm? oh i’m doctor hong but you can call me joshua i don’t mind” he smiled again at you, and when you saw it you don’t know how you managed to dislike him at first when he had such a kind smile. “and what’s your name?”

“my name’s yn. sorry for making you go through all this trouble by the way, you must’ve been busy”

“oh no don’t worry about it, i wouldn’t have offered if i didn’t want to”

after about ten minutes of walking joshua showed you to where the room was, and you saw all of your friends. thanking joshua one more time you made your way in before waving back at him.

when visiting hours were done, you and jeonghan we’re making it out of the hospital together before you heard your phone vibrate a few times in your pocket.

you groaned at how it kept going, knowing it meant that it was your ex that found another way to contact you.

“you know, this should be considered borderline harassment at this point. he won’t leave you alone!” jeonghan sounded annoyed when you both confirmed it was your ex texting again, “he’s got no shame too, he’s the one who cheats and now he’s begging to have you back”

“i don’t even care anymore, i planned on getting a new phone and number soon anyway. so he can have fun texting the phone that nobody’s using” you sighed, exasperated at his efforts.

you’d told him weeks ago to stop contacting you, that no matter how much he did this wasn’t going to ‘win you back’. he was a terrible human being and you didn’t want anything to do with him.

“oh? yn?” you heard a familiar voice call out not too far from where you and jeonghan were.

turning to identify where the sound was coming from, you relaxed when you saw it was the doctor that helped you earlier.

“hi joshua, you getting off work now?” you waited for him to catch up to you.

“yeah. hey jeonghan” he waved to the man smiling deviously next to you, “uh yn do you have a ride home?”

“she doesn’t! i had to meet my parents for dinner right after so i couldn’t” before you could answer jeonghan was already doing it for you, faking a pout. “but hey, you could take yn home, couldn’t you shua?”

“if that’s okay with you yn i’d be happy to” joshua smiled at you again, that same too sweet smile.

“if it’s not any trouble to you” you told him sheepishly, “then i’d really appreciate it”

joshua’s car was nice, you could tell he took good care of it, making sure everything in the glove compartments were organised and that the seats were as clean as the carpets. you’d spent the time talking and getting to know each other. falling into conversation with joshua was too easy, almost as if you’d known each other for years. you’d learnt about how much of a kind person he was, but he never bragged about it, just about how incredibly grateful he was to be able to give to others. there was no way someone as nice as him really existed. and he looked that good too? oh it really wasn’t fair.

but you can really never have too much of a good thing because here came the 703rd call from your ex in the last few weeks. groaning you decline it but then came the bombardment of texts saying how he ‘loved you and didn’t mean it’.

“is that your boyfriend?” joshua asked, and if you weren’t so distracted with blocking the new number he was contacting you from, you would’ve caught the masked disappointment in his voice.

“thankfully no. but i don’t want to bother you with the whole story” you turned to look at him, but he was silently telling you to go on, like he doesn’t mind if you vented to him despite only knowing him a few hours. from what jeonghan had told you after being friends with joshua for a few months now, he was definitely a good listener. “he’s my ex. we’d broken up like a year ago or something but a few weeks ago he kept trying to reach out again out of nowhere. i’m guessing he realised that no girl wanted him so he thought i’d take him back”

“and what he’s just been bothering you for the last few weeks? have you tried telling the authorities?”

“i’ve thought about it but he’s harmless. i saw him at the store about a week ago and he didn’t even approach me. he’s all bark and no bite. i think if he sees i’m with someone else he’ll definitely back off” you sighed rubbing at your temples, you could feel yourself getting a headache already.

“are you? with someone else i mean?” he looked nervous. it was so cute.

“no, but why do you ask?” you asked him with a teasing lilt in your voice.

“well, my parents have been annoying me for weeks about finding a partner. so how about we just help each other out and pretend we’re going out with one another?”

it honestly was a good idea but you couldn’t help feel a little disappointed that it would just be fake dating. joshua was fun though so you’d push back your own brief hurt in favour of at least hanging out with him more often.

‘morning !! do u think u can meet me at this cafe at around 3 today ? need to ask u smth’ read the text that joshua had sent you today. it had been a few weeks since he drove you home and you’d both been texting back and forth getting to know each other more, and he mentioned that you both might have to meet soon last night. you texted him back, and agreed to meeting up. after getting ready, you left the apartment at around 2:30 to get to the cafe that joshua had told you about.

you texted joshua again to let him know you were outside and he told you that he was waiting at the table near the window on the left. when you stepped in you found him immediately. he was dressed casually, you’re guessing he didn’t have work today.

“hey, do you want me to grab you something to drink?” he smiled at you, helping you with your things.

you looked over the menu before he recommended something, promising you it would be good as he’d visited the cafe a lot. he went to place the order before joining you again at the table.

“did you have work off today?” you asked him.

“oh yeah, i don’t usually work fridays” he took a sip of his drink, “but anyway. the reason i asked you here was because i was wondering if you could come with me to some dinner my aunt’s hosting this weekend. her daughter graduated and my parents mentioned they wanted to meet you”

this weekend? that’s so sudden. i mean it’s not like you really had any plans anyway but it was still really sudden, “i’m free so i can go just.. well how formal is this dinner? like should i dress up or..” you trailed off, mentally trying to remember everything in your closet and if you had something fit for the occasion.

“it’s pretty formal i guess” he said sheepishly, rubbing the nape of his neck, “it’s at some fancy restaurant and i’m going wearing a suit. of course if you need me to i can definitely help you find a dress!”

“don’t worry about it” you laughed, pulling out your phone so you could find a picture. “i have a few formal ones but this is one i wore to my friend’s engagement party a couple months back, you think this’ll be alright?”

joshua looked at the picture, lips curving up into a smile before he met your gaze, “you look really pretty in that dress”

you flushed, taking a sip of your drink while thinking of a way to not let him get the upper hand, he can’t make you fall for him it wouldn’t be fair.

“thanks.. i just remembered! i have a high school reunion on the 30th. are you busy that day? i’m pretty sure it’s a friday”

you saw joshua frown thinking over it before opening what you’re guessing is his calendar app on his phone, “nope. i don’t have anything that day so i can go with you”

“great! my ex should be there too so after that he should stop bothering me too”

maybe it was all just in your head but you felt like you saw joshua tense a little at the mention of your ex, “has he texted you since?”

“i think he’s finally getting the hint. he doesn’t text as much anymore thankfully”

you were finishing up the last touches on your makeup when you heard someone ring your doorbell. you checked the camera to see it was joshua, a bouquet of flowers in his hands. you let him in, instantly taking note of his appearance.

you could hardly appreciate it from the cameras but in person you could see in detail how the suit he was wearing hugged his figure so well. the suit itself was black paired with a white button up and a purple tie.

“i remembered your dress was purple and thought i’d match the tie with it” joshua told you sheepishly when he saw how focused you were on it. “these are for you! i saw jeonghan today and asked him to make a bouquet for me”

you took the flowers, grinning at his thoughtfulness and thanking him, “is jeonghan still trying to win over your guys’ surgeon friend?”

joshua laughed at your comment, remembering how jeonghan had once called him at 3am to know what type of flowers his friend likes, “yeah he is. think she’ll say yes any day now”

you hummed, nodding. “how much time until we have to be there by the way?”

“about 45 minutes, it’ll only take us fifteen minutes to get there from here” he told you, checking his watch that you could just tell was expensive. you nodded again, telling him you’ll be right out after putting your dress on and grabbing a few things.

joshua waited on your couch for you to finish getting ready, scrolling through his phone to pass time. after a few minutes, he looked up when he heard you clear your throat nervously.

“you look amazing, yn. really, you do” and joshua wasn’t lying. he always thought you were pretty and right now was no different. but joshua bit back those thoughts though, admitting to himself would mean he’d also have to admit that he can’t ever have you. “so uh, you ready to go?” joshua winced at the lump in his throat and the way his voice cracked ever so slightly, and he was grateful for the fact that you were checking over the things in your purse one last time so you didn’t notice it.

you nodded and the both of you made your way to his car.

joshua was oddly quiet on the car ride, opting to just play music to fill the silence. when you arrived at the restaurant, joshua opened the door for you and helped you out. “the restaurant’s technically part of some five star hotel” he explained when you looked at it a little confused.

“ohh it looks really pretty” you smiled up at him while he held your hand leading you to the entrance.

joshua told the receptionist his name and she led you both over to where joshua and his family were waiting. when you actually saw them, the nerves finally hit you. what if you accidentally let slip that you and joshua weren’t really dating? what if you embarrass joshua?

joshua seemed to take notice of your nerves, squeezing your hand gently and whispering a “you’ll be fine, they’re going to love you”.

and it seems joshua was right. the night did go smoothly and you congratulated joshua’s cousin for her graduation. his family was kind, they didn’t once make you feel awkward or uncomfortable, instead complimenting you and making sure you didn’t feel left out.

by the time the dinner was over you were honestly sad that you’d have to leave his family, they were so fun you wanted to be with them more often. you left for a few minutes to go to the bathroom and when you came back you found joshua looking for you.

“joshua? what’s up?” taking note of how he looked a little annoyed and out of breath.

“yn i’m so sorry. my uncle just told me now that they’d booked rooms for all us to stay at the hotel tonight. if you feel uncomfortable with it i can just say you have a work thing tomorrow and we can’t stay” you really didn’t mind staying, but you were surprised and did feel guilty that they paid for you. he wasn’t saying it for your sake but you knew joshua secretly wanted to stay. his job makes it hard for him to see his family often so he’d appreciate this time with them. at the same time, you knew that staying would only make you more regretful of the fact that joshua didn’t feel the same about you.

“it’s fine, i don’t mind staying”

surprisingly enough, you’d managed to fall asleep pretty quick considering when you fell asleep joshua was still taking a shower.

when joshua got out he saw you on the bed and couldn’t help the soft smile breaking at his features. he saw your phone was still unlocked, a video still playing. ‘you must’ve fallen asleep watching it’.

he was about to turn it off before rolling his eyes at the texts from your ex again. he was about to block it for you until an idea crossed his mind. joshua fought mentally with himself as he debated whether or not he should go through with it. he sent a picture the two of you had taken together earlier to your ex, a ‘can u leave us alone ..?’ text attached to it while he silently prayed you wouldn’t think he was crossing any lines by doing so.

you met up with joshua a lot more after the dinner with his family. but the both of you getting closer was not doing anything to help your own feelings. joshua by no means felt the same about you. when you’d gotten to know joshua and the people close to him, you learnt that he was always the bold one when it came to people he liked. he’d always be the one to ask someone out, the one to go the extra mile for them. so the fact that he hadn’t done that for you, or even implied he wanted to, it wasn’t hard to assume that he just simply didn’t like you in that way. joshua wanted you as a friend and nothing more or less and you just had to live happily with that.

the reunion was soon. you’d texted joshua about it again, reminding him the address and time it was. you noticed your ex stopped texting you and part of you felt a little disappointed at it. you were grateful he finally took the hint but sad because what if this meant joshua wouldn’t have to keep up the act anymore? you were aware you probably seemed crazy and pathetic clinging onto a fake relationship that was only proposed for convenience, but that’s how you felt and you couldn’t help it and were too tired of it all to make an excuse.

dressed in a plain black tee paired with black slacks and a blazer, joshua picked you up for the reunion. as hard as you’d tried to make it seem like nothing was up, you knew joshua could tell. you silently hoped he would just assume it’s nerves because you still hadn’t thought of a way to tell him that you wanted to break off the agreement of fake dating.

why was this so complicated? it’s not like you two were actually dating so it’s not like it’s an actual breakup, but it still felt like you were losing something. what if joshua only talked to you so much was because he needed someone that was willing to pretend to be his girlfriend?

you shook the thoughts out of your head as you both pulled up to the place the reunion was being held. stepping out, you could already see some familiar faces, smiling and hugging them whenever they came to greet you.

the night went by with you catching up with old classmates, introducing them to joshua too. it was scary how well he was able to get along with people instantly. you were honestly surprised that your ex hadn’t bothered you all night, guess he saw joshua and backed off.

when you decided to leave the reunion, joshua suggested you both grab dinner somewhere. the food served at the reunion wasn’t the best so the both of you hadn’t eaten much all night. and that’s how the both of you ended up in the parking lot of some takeout place, laughing while you both told stories of your high schools together.

it was fun, and you hated the part of yourself that always made you overthink. ‘none of this is even real, joshua doesn’t care about you like that. so stop thinking this means the two of you are really dating’.

“yn, what’s wrong?” joshua sounded alarmed, and it was only then you took notice of the tears welling up in your eyes, rubbing aggressively at them immediately.

“think that the contacts are just irritating my eyes, don’t worry” you assured him but he still didn’t look satisfied with your answer.

“here let me help you-”

“it’s fine joshua” you sighed, “look about this whole pretending to be dating thing. i really can’t do it anymore. pretending to be in a relationship with you is killing me-”

“fine. i’m sorry if i did something to hurt you or make you uncomfortable. it was stupid of me to send that picture to your ex-”

“what picture?” you looked up at him confused, what the hell was he talking about?

“the one i sent to your ex and i told him that we were happy and to leave us alone..”

“is that why he stopped bothering me? oh well i didn’t know about that but thanks because it’s the only thing that managed to shut him up”

“wait what? so then what are you mad at me about?” he pouted.

you stayed silent. you knew exactly where this was headed and if it carried on you knew it’d lead to you spilling your guts to him, and you weren’t sure you could do that. because if you did you’d lose joshua forever.

“nothing, don’t worry about it” you mumbled, going back to swirling the plastic spoon around the ice cream in your cup.

“no no no” you heard joshua say, his fingers holding on to the underside of your jaw gently so that you turned your attention to him. “tell me, yn”

“i can’t” you whispered, tears welling up again, “if i do i’ll lose you forever. i don’t think i can do that, shua” you knew tears were freely spilling past your eyes at this point but you couldn’t care.

“yn, i promise you, you’re not going to lose me. i love you far too much to let you go” you still shook your head at him sniffling and unbelieving of his words. “yn you mean so much to me that i’m willing ignore my feelings for you because i know you don’t feel the same way. you mean so much to me that i’d rather wake up knowing i can’t have you the way i want then to wake up not having you in my life at all. you mean so much to me yn, so please don’t think i’d try leaving you”

you sat, stunned at joshua’s confession. it was like he could read your heart and turned all the feelings and words you wanted to give him into his own. he looked at you warily for a few seconds, scared you wouldn’t reciprocate his feelings. if only he knew how much you’d been thinking the same about him for months.

you inched closer to him, closing your eyes as you brushed your lips over his. joshua tensed before melting into the kiss too, and your heart grew warmer and how you could feel him smile into the kiss.

when you both pulled away, you were both smiling, “you know this doesn’t serve as a confession right? i want you to list every single thing that made you like me!”

you laughed at his words, whining “no don’t make me say it, you just want to tease me”

“oh so you’re allowed to hear me pour my heart out to you but if i wanna hear you say it back it’s too much?” he jokingly pouted, bringing you closer for a hug while he fought off his own giggles hearing yours.

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The Morning After.

Book: Astrea's Broken Heart. Type: Edit + Ficlet. (523 words) Pairing: Cassiel x Audrey. Rating: T Trigger Warnings: None, Except slight suggestive content. Open to change, if necessary. Tags: @agattthaa , @rc-catalog

A/N: a continuation of the beautiful @agattthaa 's Starved. Please read that before this <3333

Warm rays of sunlight streamed in through the window, disturbing Cassiel's peaceful slumber. His eyes shoot open, looking up at the ceiling. beautifully decorated room, soft cushions, fur blankets..where has he woken up?

His eyes fall on Audrey beside him, her drool adorably pasted all over her pillows (and some on his chest), her body still bare from last night's lovemaking. Memories rush back to him in waves as the scent of their joint act hits his nostrils like a tidal wave, and he shudders, remembering how they teased each other into a night both of them will never forget.

No, No! He can't be thinking again, or else he'll get a morning wood, yet another chance for Audrey to tease him.

That damn bat. Cassiel mentally takes a note to thank the creature for matchmaking them because they both are stubborn as hell not to do it themselves.

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Cassiel rarely sleeps peacefully. Whatever he did in life rushes back to him at night, haunting him, torturing him mercilessly. so most of the nights, he either tosses in bed restlessly or goes by the Astrea's statue to train himself.

But this night? This special night? He slept like a baby, entwined with the most gorgeous (and infuriating) woman he's ever seen. She's such a vixen.. a very beautiful one at that. She keeps his fears and nightmares at bay, and he finds comfort in her arms. He won't tell her that, though.

They clung onto each other all night, as if they were both afraid the other would leave, disappear or just run away from this.

A soft smile makes its way on his face when he sees her sleeping face, lips parted slightly, the lipstick smudged all over (from his doing), her hands on his waist, legs intertwined with his. God, he hopes she sleeps like this for a few more minutes so he can apprecia- oh, no.

Of course, she had to wake up.

Ofcourse, her lips had to curve into that annoying smirk, on having caught Cassiel being soft red-handed.

He immediately shuts his eyes, putting on the most neutral expression ever.

"Ha, I saw that, Cassiel."

".."

Cassiel mentally rolls his eyes, opening his lids with a defeated sigh.

"You have drool on your face."

"I had you inside me last night."

"..."

Audrey's smirk gets more smug when she sees that she's left him speechless for the second time this morning. The day is already off to a great start. Now for her third shot..

"If we have a daughter, I'm going to name her Cassie."

"Audrey, what on earth?"

"Hehehe... just 'kid'ding."

God, this woman. her charms.. they can shut him up real quick. she got him bad. Like, real bad. She makes his eyes roll, but only he knows how much his heart flutters on her teasing.

(She knows it too, she can feel his heartbeat rising up in her proximity.)

~

"I didn't.. think you'd actually stay here till the morning.."

Audrey scoots close, drumming her fingers over his chest, tracing invisible patterns.

"Ofcourse."

Cassiel finally looks at her with that soft expression again.

"I'd be nowhere else."

[olivialau]

Shadow's Embrace Ch. 12

Sukuna x Reader

Disclaimer:

This is a work of fanfiction based on the universe of "Jujutsu Kaisen," created by Gege Akutami. The original manga, anime, and characters belong to their respective owners and creators.

Notes:

This story unfolds in the Jujutsu Kaisen world, set in a slightly altered universe where Sukuna inhabits his own vessel distinct from Itadori Yuji's body, making him a separate entity.

Summary:

Ryomen Sukuna, the King of Curses, becomes fascinated with a female sorcerer rich in potential but lacking control. Initially seizing her for his destructive plans, Sukuna aims to bind her abilities through a contract. Yet, as he tries to dominate her, he finds himself intrigued by her strength and determination. Over time, his interest evolves from strategic advantage to a deeper, personal connection.

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CHAPTER 12 - Veil of Lies

"Ugh, Gojo-sensei, can you please not recline the seat all the way back?" Megumi's annoyance was palpable as he wrestled with the limited space in the backseat. With him, Itadori, and Kugisaki already squished together like sardines, Gojo's decision to leisurely stretch out was pressing on his nerves as he struggled to stay composed.

Gojo chuckled heartily in response, his laughter reverberating through the car. He tilted his head back slightly, and his eyes sparkled with mischief as he glanced at Megumi through the rearview mirror.

"Sorry, kiddo," he mused, "No can do! My legs are beat from all that hard work, and I'm not getting any younger, y'know?". It was clear that he was enjoying the opportunity to tease his student.

Itadori then chimed in, with his trademark positivity. "Come on, you guys," he said, "It's actually kinda nice and cozy back here, huh?"

Kugisaki, who was squeezed in the middle, scoffed and crossed her arms. "Cozy?" she retorted, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "If cozy means my personal space is non-existent, then sure."

Gojo turned his playful gaze towards Ijichi in the driver's seat. "Hey, Ijichi," he began with a grin, "next time, can't we just use a van? More space for everyone, right? And it'd look cool too."

Ijichi glanced down at the steering wheel with a resigned sigh, hesitant to disappoint Gojo, as he spoke "I'm afraid there's... no budget."

Gojo's carefree complexion faltered for a moment as he processed Ijichi's response. "No way!" he exclaimed, feigning disbelief.

He leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms with a mock pout. "Well, looks like we'll just have to make do with what we've got, huh?"

Kugisaki scoffed as she muttered, "That's easy enough for you to say from your royal seat in the front."

The next few minutes in the car were spent in silence, broken only by the faint hum of the engine and the occasional sigh from Megumi, still adjusting uncomfortably in his seat.

Finally, Ijichi broke the silence, announcing, "We're nearly there."

Itadori sighed in relief at the prospect of being able to save his classmate soon, but his words were tinged with worry as he silently whispered to himself, "Man, I can't believe we only managed to get a hold of Master Tengen yesterday. I just hope we're not too late..."

Gojo was quick to reassure Itadori, sensing his student's concern. "She'll be fine," he said with conviction, though his confidence contradicted his own lingering worries.

"With Tengen's information, we'll be able to break through the veil in no time."

As the car rolled to a stop, everyone except Ijichi exited, their steps quickening with a sense of urgency as they followed the familiar landmarks guiding them to the location they'd inspected previously.

Megumi's brow furrowed in concentration as he recalled the details of their last visit. "If I remember correctly, the barrier should be just up ahead, around that old factory," he said, his gaze fixed on the dilapidated structure in the distance.

However, when they approached the building further, they all came to a quick halt, as they stood in stunned silence. Confusion etched across their features until Itadori stated the glaringly obvious.

"Huh? The veil... it's gone."

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- 2 hours earlier -

The nerves in your stomach tightened as you waited with bated breath for Sukuna's next move. Now that the intensity of the situation had died down, your body had returned to a state of normalcy, and the only reminder of the dire situation you'd just been in was the thick blood covering the concrete floor.

It dawned on you—the full weight of the deal you had just made.

You were now bound to him, your fate irrevocably intertwined with his. And this wasn't just a short reprieve from normalcy; this was forever.

The only thought that kept you from going insane was the knowledge that there was always a way out. You wouldn't let Sukuna corrupt you to the point of causing irreversible harm to others—you were prepared to take your own life to prevent this, if necessary.

But you knew that playing along to a certain extent was inevitable, even if it meant causing some minor harm in the process.

And you were prepared for that. You did not take the value of your own life lightly, not after all you'd been through.

You had promises to fulfill.

Without looking up from the floor, you could feel Sukuna's gaze settling in your direction, he was scrutinizing you.

"I can see the cogs turning in that little head of yours, woman," he chuckled, a teasing edge to his words.

He leaned in, his crimson eyes narrowing as he studied you even more intently. "But what could you possibly be thinking about?" he mused in condescension.

"Surely you realize that you've sold your will to me now."

Sukuna's entire being seemed to pulse with authority. "From this point onward, I'll be the one doing the thinking," he declared, with an undeniable power in his stance. "Your role is to obey."

He let out a derisive scoff, shaking his head. "Stupid girl," he spat, as his eyes roamed across the blood-stained floor, taking in the results of the chaos that had unfolded.

"Seeing how you've made such a mess," he began, before he crossed his arms and the corners of his mouth twitched into a cruel smile.

"Let's start by having you clean this up," Sukuna commanded. The idea of working you like a slave, of watching you scramble to erase the marks of your own blood, seemed to amuse him greatly.

Ugh. Sukuna's nerve bothered you to no end. You seriously wondered how you were going to keep this up. The way he patronized you was absolutely nauseating.

But you couldn't exactly refuse him, and so you had to swallow your pride and comply.

Sukuna raised an eyebrow, his impatience clear as he questioned, "What are you waiting for?" He gestured lazily toward the stairs that led outside the room. "There's a mop upstairs. Get moving."

You looked at him doubtfully, unsure of how to leave the room when a powerful barrier was erected around the bounds.

But Sukuna quickly picked up on your hesitation, and with a casual snap of his fingers, the oppressive energy of the barrier dissipated, the invisible wall of cursed energy that caged you in, vanishing as if it was never there.

"There's no need for the barrier anymore," Sukuna said with a dismissive wave of his hand. "You can't run anyway."

His words were a stark reminder of the binding vow, of the invisible chains that now tethered you to him just as securely as any physical barrier ever could.

With gritted teeth, you made your way upstairs, scrambling around to find the mop. When you returned to the basement, you avoided Sukuna's gaze as you started cleaning the floor. The sound of the mop swishing across the cold concrete filled the room.

Despite your best efforts to focus on the task at hand, you could feel Sukuna's entertained eyes boring into your back. He observed you for a little while longer, before casually settling on the couch.

As he lounged with outstretched legs, he began to explain his plans for you, his voice smooth and calculated.

"I want you to return to Jujutsu High,"

Sukuna began, his words sent a wave of relief coursing through you. The prospect of being around normal- kind, people again brought a sense of comfort.

But as Sukuna continued outlining his plan, that sentiment became more complex, as it entangled with feelings of guilt and apprehension.

"Continue as a first year, get close to everyone, especially those high in command," Sukuna's tone was to the point and cold. "I want all the information you can gather, every whisper you hear. You will be my eyes and ears, a spy within their ranks."

He sighed, a hint of annoyance flickering across his features as he continued, "In the meantime... I will train you," Then his eyes seemed to glint with darker intent, as a subtle smirk tugged at the corner of his lip.

"And when the time is ripe, I will launch my grand attack," Sukuna declared, as he turned to lock eyes with you. "And you, little sorcerer, will be with me at the forefront. My personally molded weapon."

You silently listened to his plans, disguising your disgust behind a face of neutrality. To get through this ordeal you had to keep your emotions in check, you had to become calm and calculated. The more you resisted, the more Sukuna seemed to revel in taunting you, feeding off your struggles.

So instead of letting your true feelings show, you focused on gathering as many details as possible, preparing yourself for the challenges that lay ahead. You probed for more information, but it was clear that Sukuna was not planning on indulging you with the details.

He did mention, however, that Satoru Gojo and his brats were on their way.... without disclosing how he'd acquired this knowledge.

Sukuna elaborated that he planned to remove the barrier around the building, leaving you behind for them to discover.

He instructed you to pretend that you had just escaped from the basement and had not seen Sukuna in days. "I'm certain Gojo will see through your deception," Sukuna remarked, his voice laced with amusement.

"But that man will be intrigued enough to play along."

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- 2 hours later -

As you stood in the great hall of the abandoned factory, memories of Sukuna's brutal attacks here flooded back to you. The same metal pillars that Sukuna had slammed your body into stood as silent witnesses in the empty space. The crimson stains on the floor a reminder of your every tumble against the cold stone.

But amidst the haunting memories, there was also a glimmer of something else. It was in this very hall where you had experienced your first awakening. The first time you had ever felt a sense of control over your cursed energy.

And though you didn't want to admit it, Sukuna, despite his cruelty, had played a role in guiding you to that pivotal moment.

Regardless of the undeniable evil that surrounded him, there was a part of you that couldn't deny the allure of unlocking your true potential and gaining mastery over your abilities.

The prospect of learning more about your cursed energy, even if Sukuna would be the one to teach you, sparked a flicker of excitement.

But that excitement was greatly overshadowed by the anticipation of Gojo and your classmates' approaching arrival. The thought of deceiving them made your nerves run wild. The fear of being exposed as a traitor, a fraud, gnawed at your insides. Would they see through your facade? Would they sense the betrayal?

The walls seemed to close in around you, suffocating you with the weight of your own treachery, until a loud smash signaled the door being kicked in. You turned around, heart pounding in your chest.

There, in the entrance, stood Gojo. Hands on his hips, his leg still outstretched from the act of kicking in the heavy door. Though he seemed as if it'd been completely effortless.

Behind Gojo, you saw Itadori, the bright and kind-hearted boy you had befriended during the training, watching movies. His expression was a mix of relief and excitement at seeing you unharmed.

Beside Itadori stood Kugisaki and Megumi, the classmates you had briefly acquainted yourself with during the introductory week at Jujutsu High.

"Are you okay? Were you harmed in any way?" Gojo's words echoed through the space. They were filled with genuine care and concern, his bright blue eyes searching yours for any sign of distress or discomfort.

You were unable to mutter a word, as the nerves seemed to clamp down on your throat rendering you speechless. So instead you nodded slowly.

When Gojo had confirmed you were okay, his attention shifted to the next pressing concern—Sukuna.

He scanned the room with a focused gaze, assessing the situation before deeming it safe enough to approach. Your classmates followed closely behind him, their guard clearly up as well.

"Sukuna's not here?" Gojo inquired, his voice calm but with a hint of caution. The mention of Sukuna's name sent a shiver down your spine, but you forced yourself to breathe and calm down.

"I haven't seen him in days," you answered. There was a slight tremble in your voice and you could only hope that they didn't pick up on it.

You continued to explain that Sukuna had held you captive in the basement, and you had only just managed to escape.

Gojo's sharp eyes took in the red stains on the floor, contrasting them with your perfectly unharmed appearance. The contradiction seemed to give him pause, a thoughtful expression crossing his face as he processed the puzzling discrepancy.

"He didn't say anything important before he left? Anything I should know?" Gojo inquired, his eyes searching yours for any hint of deception. You shook your head in response, whilst avoiding his gaze.

Luckily Itadori disrupted the nerve-wrecking questioning, as he ran up to you in excitement and grasped your hand. "I'm so glad to see you," he beamed, his smile infectious and genuine. The warmth of his gesture and the sincerity in his eyes eased some of the tension that had been building within you.

You reciprocated Itadori's warmth with a smile of your own, telling him that you were glad to see him too. As you glanced behind him and met the gazes of Megumi and Kugisaki, you added, "I'm glad to see you all too."

Kugisaki waved at you happily, bubbling with energy. Whilst Megumi scratched his head, more reserved and slightly flustered as he muttered a quiet "Yeah, same."

Gojo's previous suspicion seemed to melt away as he returned to his usual gleeful and carefree manner. He swung his arm around your neck in a friendly gesture,

"You must've had it rough. Let's head back, and then we'll talk about it later."

As they led you out of the building, a sigh of relief escaped your lips as you felt the cold, fresh air against your skin and heard the birds chirping in the distance. The same birds whose songs had been your only connection to the outside world during your captivity in the tiny basement.

Itadori, Megumi, and Kugisaki guided you towards the car, their questions about what Sukuna was like filling the air.

Gojo was a few meters behind, as he glanced back into the building one last time, a hint of concern breaking through his carefree features.

His whispered words, barely audible, carried a weight of unease as he muttered to himself,

"Something isn't right."

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Experiment

Media The Artful Dodger

Character Jack Dawkins

Couple Jack X Reader

Rating Adorable

Requested Hi! Can you do a Jack Dawkins x fem reader where the reader works at the hospital as a nurse and has always been nice to Jack. They have similar humor and she's always very helpful. One day when Jack loses a patient he goes outside to take a breather and the reader follows him and comforts him. And then maybe a few days later Jack realizes he likes her. You don't have to write it if you don't want to! Have a good day! 

I walked the hospital halls as usual busy with a list of nine hundred things to do, as I went I momentarily stopped or I'd have been knocked over. As Y/n ran across the hall carrying a box full of clattering glass bottles from the stock room, scampering on her way in her little grey nurse dress, her arms bandaged and currently she walked with a slight limp but this was fairly usual for her she was always injured in some sort of way. Her ponytail fluttered behind her as she went. 

"Sorry Doctor Dawkins!" she said as she had almost taken me out, 

"It's fine Y/n." I laughed, "What are you doing?" I asked a little worried starting to follow her,

"I've had a breakthrough!" she said as she scurried down the stairwell, 

"Ohh god- you haven't broken through the floor again have you?"

"You have so little faith in me."

"Based completely on your track record,"

"I am right four out of ten times." she corrected,

"...I'm concerned you think that's good." 

"And you're surgery survival rate is?" She smiled, 

"Hey!" I argued but ignored me, 

She reached the little old storeroom in the basement of the hospital just a door down from the morgue where she was meant to be working, but she set her box down in the chaos since this room was emptied when the hospital moved all the stock to the storeroom upstairs for better access this room very much just became a junk room to toss old broken things or fill with tasks yet to be completed. Y/n is a... I don't want to say inventor she rarely invents anything...

Tinkerer let's say, and given she was meant to work down here in the morgue with Tim she often sneaks away to work in this little store room, on experiments and tests for things that would be the hospital, the room littered with everything you could imagine bottles, bags, stands, tubes, all with the floor well mopped and fixed, the wallpaper peeling and a hole in the boards up to the ward been hastily repaired... 

Yeah, I don't know what she had been working on but whatever it was erupted out the contained and blew a hole in the floor. 

she's a bit out there but she means well.

Even if she -

"Ohh crumpets." she sighed as she fell over her own skirt and landed on the wooden floor with her knee smashing one of the bottles she had in hand as she did, 

Yeah... she can be a little clumsy, but... she's kinda funny like that, I find her sweet almost childlike. You can't get mad at a kid for trying to bury her teddy bear to make baby bears grow I feel that kinda way about her, she's just trying to help even if she's not exactly harmless. And she's a damn good nurse... when she actually remembers to do her job. 

So I... admit I cover for her sometimes, when she blew the hole up to the ward I explained it away as someone knocking over a bucket of acid that ate through the wood, not sure if someone believed me but still. 

I rushed over and helped her up, "You alright,"

"Fine, thank you," she smiled getting back to rushing around and doing various things not sure what, 

"How did you hurt your leg?"

"...I may have... tripped over a box."

"Are you ever going to get that dress hemmed?"

"Are you ever going to get a waistcoat that fits you? or are you forever going to walk around the hospital flashing your suspender clips every time you lift your arms?" 

"Touche," I sighed,

"Aww, you can say stupid stuff in two languages," 

"Fine I'll go," I laughed, "Got work I need to do anyway," I told her but I only got as far as the door, "What are you working on?"

"I thought you were leaving?"

"I was. What are you working on?" 

"an experiment."

"what sort of experiment?"

"I am trying to work on a wound cleaner."

"Right?" I nodded, "How's that going?"

"Well if I got this right it should be perfect," she said as she filled a bottle, and pulled back her bandage to reveal a cut on her arm,

"Y/n! Where did that come from!"

"...I may have been testing is kolara like oranges."

"Do they?"

"...they do not." 

"So you got attacked trying to make another animal friend?"

"At least I did better than when you try to make human friends,"

"That's just cruel." I laughed, "Don't you have enough friends with that wombat you had living in your room?"

"Mr Brick loved me very much, you're just jealous." She smiled before she poured her homemade cleaner on her arm 

Her Face! said it all.

"Did it work?" I smirked,

"....it does not..." she complained as she hopped around in pain before tripping on her skirt and landing on her butt in a pile of boxes, I laughed but went to help her and saw how much worse her wound now was, "Ohhh Bloody crumpets that hurts!"

"Uhhh what is in that?"

"witch hazel, eucalyptus oil and carbolic acid."

"C-Carbolic acid!" I yelled, "As in the stuff we use to clean the bodies!" I quickly started to clean her up before she got too bad of an acid burn, 

"I figured, the bodies are clean. don't get infected and gross so I thought it would work on alive people too."

"it might. that doesn't mean pour it on your arm and find out!"

"Well, how else am I supposed to test it?"

I sighed, "You worry me you know." I told her rebandaging her up, 

"Ohhh?"

"I'm serious. You do worry me."

"I know, I'll be fine."

"Alright, I've got surgery. But be careful." I told her,

"I will I promise," she nodded,

I headed back up to the hospital and got prepped for today's surgery, Hetty brought the man in and I didn't waste time getting to work but soon enough the Prof came in drunk and full of ego he ordered me to stand aside, I didn't want to but I didn't have a choice so I handed my blade over and stepped aside. He went at it like a mad man and I tried to correct him but he made a wrong move and blood went everywhere, Immediately I pushed him aside and took over doing everything I could and working away as hard as I could to save his life and managing to get him stable but after all the blood-soaked work. Just as I finished up.

He died of shock. 

I threw my tools on the table and ran a hand through my hair, I sighed and I marched out to the steps sitting there in the sun trying to get my breath. I leant my head back and tried to get my mind steady even if it ran at a million miles an hour with a hundred different ways of catastrophe, 

I heard the door open. 

But I didn't worry about it, I just tried to hold back the tears. 

I felt Y/n wrap her arms around me, she didn't say anything she just wrapped her arms around my torso and shoulders, she pulled my head to rest on her chest, and set her chin on my hair, her hand stroked up and down my sleeve, for a moment I let the tears slip letting them fall onto her apron, there was a silence between us, the only sound the wind blustering the sheets hung outside, and the sound of horseshoes and carriage wheels on the street to the side, her arms felt warm, her dress scratchy, but I didn't care. I wrapped my arms around her tightly holding her as close to her as I possibly can, blood coating the both of us. 

We sat together for a good while before I spoke, "Thanks."

"It's okay. I can't imagine how hard this sort of thing is." she whispered, "It's not your fault-"

"Who else's is it? I'm a doctor. My job is to save people."

"But you're human." she said, "You can't blame yourself for these things." she whispered, "You did all you could and in the end that's all you can do," she said kissing the top of my head, 

"Thank you y/n. Really... Thank you." 

"You're welcome." She smiled, "Take as long as you need Jack." she said before she got up adjusted her dress she headed back inside leaving me alone. 

I headed on with my work through the halls as usual when I heard a clattering and banging making me stop looking into the storeroom, to see y/n in her usual dress bandaged up as usual having tripped her overskirt and topped a box of tools in her hand. "ohh Crumpets." 

I couldn't help but smile my cheeks flooded with blush for a moment, and as I looked at her.. I felt so homely, so cozy, so comforted, "Y/n." I rolled my eyes coming into the storeroom to help her up and brush off the dust from her, "You need to be more careful. What on earth are you up to know?"

"I think I've figured out the experiment with the acid."

"Have you. and how many burns have you gotten in your experiments?"

"... some."

"Alright, just be careful y/n."

"I will," she smiled grabbing her box and scampering away to her little experiment room, I watched her go and smiled as I watched her, I felt compelled to follow her concerned she'd do something foolish, and... partly because I just wanted her in my arms. 

Wait- I really do want her in my arms, I want to hold her close, give her kisses, tend to her insane amount of wounds, likely with some kisses, I wanted to follow her, keep her safe. For a moment I wondered why but I already knew why. I... I like her. I wanted her up in my room not just for one night but for as long as my arms can hold her. 

I heard her trip over her damn skirt again and go tumbling down the stairs so I rushed over and saw her at the bottom luckily not badly hurt, 

"Ohh Crumpets..."

"You need a hand?"

"I need a hemmed dress I think,"

"Yes you do," I laughed going down to help her up but she almost immediately lost her balance putting weight on her leg, so I rolled my eyes, "Will you let me examine you?"

"...Fine," she sighed,

"All of you?"

She glared for a moment,

"Y/n."

"...fine."

"Come on, I'll take a look at you" I smiled picking her up and carrying her back up the stairs to one of the rooms so I could examine her, 

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@muffinsin I blame you for this, I write the reader point of view of reader you write Cassandra, deal? deal.

Fucked up! Reader x Cassandra dimitrescu

Warning: violence Cassandra being Cassandra, really what do you expected of this tag?

You always have been a Little... different that's what your family used to say. You were blunt and honest but the thing that trouble them most was your prediction for violence.

You got in a fight with a neighbor when you were a kid, your father had to pick you off the boy, the rock you grabbed to beat him was full of blood.

People keep their children away from you after that. Your parents too keep their distance.

Now all grow up, you are in the Dimitrescu Castle, working as a maid. The only thing you hated was the dress. As for everything else...

"AHHHH PLEASE LADY DANIELA I'M SORRY"

You actually don't mind. People die all the time, people suffer all the time and nobody of them were someone that you particularly care for, so being in a castle full of death and blood was pretty easy for you, do your job and that's all.

Rounding the corner, you see a pretty common scene.

"Look what have you done! My favorite sword has a scratch! You useless woman!"

" I'm s-orry Lady Cassandra my arm was tired and I-AHH"

The cut was fast and made with lethal precision. The arm was in the carpet, it will be a pain to clean luckily this was not your assigned area.

"Not tired anymore I bet"

The maid keep screaming, until Cassandra cut her head in another clean swipe of sickle. You can't stop the low hum in your throat. She looked at you her sadistic smile displaying her fangs.

"What is little morsel? Want to be next?"

She was full of blood, ready to cut your head too but the only thing you could think was:

"That was a clean cut my lady, you have a steady hand"

Cassandra freezes for a moment, you get closer to the body not too much as you still have to clean and getting your uniform dirty before that was a bad idea.

"You also have to be pretty strong or have a sharp weapon to make this so smoothly"

You stand up. Looking at the still frozen fly girl.

"Truly impressive"

At the end of your words Cassandra just swarmed away, her prey forgotten in the floor. You shrug walking to your duties.

For a moment you though that she was blushing.

The next day there is a leg outside your door something carved in the skin.

"How is this cut for you?"

Again it was very precise but what caught your attention was the handwriting, it was messy and the message feels like if she was pouting when she wrote it.

"Aww, My lady is pretty cute"

You hear something move above you, looking fast you catch part of one swarm, you know exactly what sister was spying. You laughed softly, very cute indeed.

The next week you were assigned to take some things to the dungeons. A chore that all the maids are terrified to do, the scream of the unfortunate souls trapped there and the sadistic daughter that was always ready to take more were more than enough to make them beg at the feet of the head maid for a change that like them never comes.

You just pick the box and go. The screams were annoying but you just tune then out, you put the thing down. Looking around you see one of the victims, Stella?Sara? you don't remember, she had cuts all around her body, how long was she here? Was two weeks ago? Three? And she was still alive?

"Seeing your future, little maid?"

You flinch surprised. You don't hear her come.

"I make sure to keep her miserable as long as possible by-

"Making cuts that are painful but not mortal, absolute brilliant, nothing less of expert like you"

You take a look around you see a man being held by hooks that goes through his hands, his legs are broken you can see that clearly, either he put his weight in the legs or in the hands , both choices painful.

"Very creative"

Full of curiosity you keep exploring. Praises to Cassandra talents never stopping

"Astounding"

" Visionary"

"Imaginative"

Until you feel the swarm pick up you up and rapidly throw you outside and closing the door as fast.

"Rude"

You stand up going to report the head maid of your completed chore.

If you could saw through walls you would have see a peculiar image of the so called monster sitting on the other side of the door, face red, hugging herself and purring happily.

More limbs were given to you as well as some organs, luckily they were of animals, so you cooked them. You keep a journal were every gift is written some examples were :

Deer leg with the following message *you have pretty eyes*"

Boar heart *Did you know they are the most similar to humans? * she is such a nerd

Full Bunny *Small like you* the small was more like a smoll it made you laugh.

One day a group of hunters try to raid the castle and kill the monsters inside, they only end giving you more work.

Bodies, blood and all kind of gore is in the floor AND in the carpet. It will be a pain to clean, even lady Bela it's looking at you with pity. You sigh pulling you sleeves up when you are tackled by certain brunette.

"Are you okay?! Did they hurt you?! Tell me who-"

"I'm fine lady bela take care of them"

"You took three"

"oh yeah, that reminds me"

You point at the three bodies.

"They are all yours Lady Cassandra"

The sisters have a particular rule, prey that they hunt, prey that they eat. Cassandra was the strongest not the fastest, Daniela and Bela surely got more than her.

"I killed them so they are mine but i don't gonna eat it so they are all yours."

Cassandra keep looking at your face you cleaned her face with you apron the only red was in her cheeks, she was so cute that you can resist it anymore you grabbed her neck and kissed her, it took a few seconds but he eagerly returned the kiss.

"FINALLY, the pining was killing me"

"SHUT UP DANIELA"

You were in a relationship with the sadistic sister something that you still were processing, you could easily live freely without working at all. But you were sorry for Bela having to work with short staff because her sisters were little shits with zero self control. So you keep working, in Cassandra side mostly and sometimes in Daniela.

Today was one of that days were you work was in Daniela hall. Everything was going well until a new maid decided to ruin the mood

"I told you, someday that bitch a Cassandra will get what she deserves, maybe I could let her live if she eats my pussy real good".

The other maid was new too but a lot smarter she looked like she wanted to stay away from her and was making signals to the absolute imbecile that was talking.

" I would tear her ap-UGH"

You grabbed her head and bashed her harder against the wall.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven. She is out.

You let go of her head and looked at the other maid she just picked up her cleaning tools and continue her job, she was learning fast.

You walk and pick one leg of the imbecile, you start walking to the library were you beloved was having a sisters day.

No one interrupt you or try to help her. They know better.

The newbies considered you a depraved traitor. Sleeping with the monster that could kill them any day. But still survival is priority so they keep working.

The older considered you a blessing. The amount of death and injury since you started dating Cassandra was lower. Keep working, Survival is priority.

You were at the doors of the library you opened the door.

"knock first I know you have manners"

"aw did Draga mea miss me so much?

Focusing on the sickle on the table you entered in the room, dropping the maid in the middle of the room you pick the sharp blade.

You bend and grab the little bitch head again, you pull out her tongue and with a quick swing cut it out.

"AHH-UGH"

You grabbed her again and bashed her against the floor again.

One, two, three, four, five. She is out.

You dropped her and walked to your beloved, you throw the sickle on the table, she was silent looking at you with that pretty blush, so adorable.

You grab her chin, kissing her deeply until she is panting, the blush in her face just grow bigger and the soft purr in her chest is music, yours she is totally yours.

Grabbing her gloved hand you drop the tongue, you point to the crying woman in the floor.

"Here my love, a snack"

You kissed her again.

"I still have duties to attend, I see you later."

She looked like a lovesick puppy. A puppy whom you will play with later. What a good life.

[marvelgirlstories]

And here it is... Enjoy Xxx

Stole my heart

Part 2 Part 1

Warnings: bad language, fighting

The next day you went to the training rooms. You had no particular reason for this, you just needed something to do. Also you needed to think. Bucky shouldn't be able to remember you, but here we are.

You sighed as you punched the punching bag, memories running through your head like a freight train. You stopped in your tracks. No,not freight train, now everything you think about leads back to the past, your punching only getting faster. With one final punch, the bag lay broken on the floor.

Suddenly you heard clapping behind you:

"Wow, what's going on in your head?", a voice from behind you said. "Do you want to end up like Tony?", you asked in return. In your past you were trained to know who was coming or behind you by knowing their footsteps or voice. "Ok, I'm sorry", Steve said. "Are we annoying you if we train here?", Bucky added. They came down here, not expecting to find anyone as it was very hot, but instead they found you fighting a punching bag in a sports bra and leggings. "No. I can't really expect to have this all to my self", you answered.

"Ok. We'll try to stay out of your way" You smiled and then turned your attention back to the punching bag, dragging it out of the way and then hanging up a new one. This time you tried not to hit it too hard.

Why was he not affected by it all, or was he just that good at hiding. I mean you were also that good, but...

You knew you were being watched by Steve, who was meant to be helping Bucky. You didn't care, you knew how to control your body language. But you moved to the shooting range, why? You didn't know why.

You loaded the gun up, cocked it and then fired it. Bullseye and again and again.

"Y/N!", a voice called, you turned facing Steve, still holding the gun. "Yes?", you said, firing the gun while looking him straight in the eye. Bullseye! "Wanna fight?" You knew he was going to ask this, wanting to see why Fury thought you were so good. "Sure", you answered, not wanting to disappoint. What was wrong with you? Normally you would of turned that down, but somehow you wanted it.

As you stepped into the ring, you actually felt nervous. You were up against a Supersoldier for fucks sake. "Ok.", Bucky said,"Whoever has their opponent down at the end of 3 minutes wins. Are you ready?" Steve said yes and looked at you awaiting your reply. "Yes", you said. "And go" Steve dove for you, you dove for him he got you and threw you to the ground, holding your arms pinned to your sides. He turned and grinned at Bucky. "Rule Number one", you said, "never take your eyes of your opponent" With that you swung round, taking him by surprise. You were pretty evenly matched, so it went on like this for about two minutes. Then you suddenly went for his legs, knowing the weakest part of the body. With two seconds to go you were the one with him on the floor, before he completely flipped you. Then Bucky yelled: Stop! and there was nothing you can do.

"Nice game!", Steve said. "Thank you", you replied, before stepping out of the ring, grabbing your stuff from next to the punching bag and leaving. Just as you were going to step out of the door, you turned. "See you around. Both of you.", were your last words.

"She knows something we don't.", Bucky said,"Be careful." "How do you know her?", Steve asked. "I have a long history"

This feels worse than the first one but here you go. If you want to be tagged, just say and I am open for requests as I don't have many ideas.

I will be on holiday the next week, so I don't know how often I will post.

Anyone have an idea, what Y/N's past is??

Anyways, bye 💖💖💖

Tags:

@felicitylemon @kandis-mom @animegirlgeeky @cjand10 @capswife @tripletstephaniescp

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You've been answering a lot of these and I can't remember anything much on a good day, so I'll leave the who open to you, soas to hopefully avoid duplication.

3, 5, 10

M, R, W

💀 🌍 📝

Thank you so much!

OC/Ship Ask Game: Firsts

I think I'll go with Ophelia for these!

3. First opinion of school as a kid

School was an interesting thing for her: she loved learning and took in information very easily, she was always very smart and academically-minded, but that made traditional schooling honestly quite boring for her. She took to things a lot faster than many of her classmates, even when she began moving into higher-level and advanced courses, and more often than not found herself bored or annoyed as she waited for her classmates to retain a concept she'd already picked up.

She didn't hate school by any means, and she had a few teachers she genuinely liked (usually the ones that would make an effort to keep her engaged, find new projects or activities to start her own so she wouldn't be quite as bored), but as a whole it really felt like a chore to her.

5. First time breaking a bone

She was maybe 8 or so, hanging out at Harry's house while her parents were out of town for an academic conference. Harry dared her to slide all the way down the banister on the staircase ("I've done it loads of times, it's fun! You'll be fine!"), she lost her balance near the bottom and broke her wrist on landing. That was a fun phone call...

10. First time adopting/taking care of a pet

She had tropical fish (and an aquatic snail!) as a kid, but no other pets until she became an adult. It was just too busy of a household to justify a pet with a lot of extended care and upkeep, but she did take very good care of her fish.

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Hm... I think I'll go with both of my Suicide Squad ships for this one, just for fun

M. First time they introduced the other as their partner

Eris/Rick: In terms of just using the word, it really didn't take long. They were partners-in-arms (hey look it's the ship name!) well before they were romantically entwined, and for a long time "partner" just meant "person who guards my six" to them. Romantically-speaking, though... I don't know when exactly it began to shift for them, it just started to have more meaning as time went on. I think Eris honestly likes the ambiguous meaning of it, especially because Rick to them is a lot more than just a romantic interest or battle buddy.

Nikoletta/Abner: I think it took a while, mainly since they were both a little hesitant and inexperienced when it came to having a partner in general. I feel like Abner would've.... I don't know, "tested it out" in front of one of the other Squad members before he had the courage to say it in front of a stranger (or even in front of Nik, honestly), but once one of them mentioned it the first time, I think that would have broken down the wall and gotten them both comfortable with the word.

R. First time cooking for the other

Eris/Rick: I'm actually writing a fic about this particular event/stage in their relationship, but Eris got very injured (read: got both legs blown off) on the battlefield after a few months of knowing Rick, and he brought them back to his place to heal - which included learning about Eris' nutrient needs to regrow tissues and cooking for them while they healed.

Nikoletta/Abner: I think they did a lot more cooking together than they did cooking for one another at first, unless you count making sandwiches or heating up canned soup for the other when they were sick. Cooking was a skill they both had to relearn after spending so much of their lives in Belle Reve, and they tried to learn it together.

W. First time they realized their relationship is endgame... or isn't

Eris/Rick: I think Eris kind of sensed it from the beginning, but it was really after the events of Vestalia that they both really locked onto the idea - for Eris, it was the fact that they wanted to wait for him instead of finding someone else (I've mentioned before that Eris' love life has always been fairly inconsistent, ranging from diehard devotion to commitment-free flings just for the hell of it); for Rick, it was realizing that Eris was more than just a hurricane on the battlefield, and seeing candidly how much they really did care about him in how they comforted him after his fallout with June.

Nikoletta/Abner: I mean, the events of No Longer Alone are a pretty good indication - not necessarily that they were romantically endgame (their relationship is a bit nebulous, like a QPR), but that they cared about each other and wanted to support each other no matter what.

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💀 - First time writing character death, and how you felt about it

Answered previously!

🌍 - First attempt at worldbuilding, or a notable piece of worldbuilding you're proud of

Also answered previously!

📝 - Pick a character: first draft of that character + the final version of that character

I feel like I've talked about the background/creation process of most of my OCs before, particularly the notable ones (like Rae and Mira coming from the same first OC, Nikoletta's dramatic changes over time, Eris' becoming much darker and more morally questionable, etc.)

And honestly... for the most part, I don't really have particular "drafts" of characters. Some characters, particularly my more recent ones, I create very quickly and tend to lock in that design once it's made. Others I'll have held onto for a while, and I'll do a revamp of the older ones before I begin writing them (this is the case for Eris and Nikoletta, among others), so I'll have an old version and a revised version but that's about it for the "drafts". And of course, all of my characters end up evolving a bit over the course of their stories, both as they grow and develop from their experiences and as I get better at writing them.

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request again (if that’s okay?) i’m the noah kahan anon (and your fic was SO good im so excited for more) but butchered tongues by hozier as childhood friends to lovers with lud?

or first time (by hozier) with lud!!!!!

so while the second part to the original request is coming slowly but surely, once again i got into a zone and i just...

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he was your best friend, who lived across the street and two houses down, who from the moment you met him always had you giggling. small bursts, full on fits of laughter, tiny snickers hidden by tiny clasped hands, trying not to wake the adults, trying to hide your secrets away from the world. but he's always there running around with you, scraped knees, dirt under your fingernails.

there's the time you almost drown in the nearby lake because you're both daring each other to go further out than you should and the mud beneath your foot slips and you're overtaken by water and panic. you're not the best swimmer and when you can't find your footing again, he calls for you, hoping it's just a joke.

he's there just out of reach for the first time and it solidifies just how important he is to you. he helps you up as soon as his little legs can cross the distance. you don't tell him that you think you have a crush on him, because you're only 11 and feelings are cringe and right now it doesn't matter. he's your best friend and you are his.

it's a few years later and you're walking home, crunching the autumn leaves under your feet, kicking pinecones in your path. he's talking about a girl a class you don't share and you can feel your heart breaking into a million pieces as he explains an over elaborate plan to ask her out on a date. in the end she says no and you're there with him for the heartbreak. you call her every name in the book at 14, explaining that she's the biggest loser in existence and anyone would be lucky to date him.

you wish it was you, to be the one cradling his heart and protecting it from the pain, but your friendship is number one and always above all else. he stays that night, too tired to walk back home. it's different, you think, staring at his back in your bed after having his heart broken, but your heart is broken too, isn't it? you stifle your crying to the best of your ability, roll over and force yourself to fall asleep.

he's thinking it too, staring at the pictures you have thumbtacked into your wall of you and he and the few other friends you both have made. there's a picture of you both with your arms around one another in red matching sweaters. he loves that picture even if he doesn't know it yet. it's his favorite. there's something in his chest that tells him to roll over, a paranoia that you're not okay but he mistakes the feeling as just more pain of rejection and doesn't move. it's the last sleepover that you both remember and on nights when you're drunk the memory still stings like a shot.

"ew - really? there's no way you actually like him." he embarrasses you, making a face at your admission of a crush on another classmate. you can't keep eye contact with him while you try to elaborate - he got you a carnation from the school on valentines day and it was sweet and you thought, maybe, just maybe it would be the way to get over the lump in your heart that he was. still, you keep that secret to yourself, going silent halfway through a sentence and curling in on yourself mentally. "look i'm - i'm just saying that derek on the soccer team is dumb as fuck and have - have you ever even had a conversation with him? he's probably just doing it out of pity."

"pity?" you snap, "oh, right, okay, because the only way i'd ever be able to get a date with anyone was out of pity." you stand up and knock the textbook and notes off of the desk in front of him before storming away. there's no way that he thought that low of you, but it's the ichor in your heart gumming up the gears. it hurts, it hurts so bad to think that- was he pitying you? all the time and years that you spent together? doing chores and spending allowances together, memorizing the others favorite ice creams and movies and video games and-

your mother holds you tight that night, stroking your hair as you cry into her chest, about how much you hate him. he's an asshole and he doesn't even like you clearly. she soothes you the best she can, but you're a few months shy of 17 and nothing stitches the wounds he's laid on your fragile heart. that doesn't come until much later in your story. you go to bed that night after clearing polaroid after polaroid off of your wall, throwing them into some school folder that previously lay abandoned in your room. you don't want to talk to him let alone see him before you go to sleep. the poorly sewed pillow from home economics he traded with you gets shoved into your closet.

he keeps it to himself when he gets home, telling his mother that he's tired and he just wants to get through his homework and go to sleep. he doesn't do his homework that night, too busy watching tv and the clock, ticking later and later into the night. his mother is worried but doesn't press, though she makes him eat that night even if he hates it.

not to be dramatic, but for a minute you feel like you forget what his voice sounds like, you haven't spoken in a week. stubbornness flows through both of you stronger than the harshest waters in a river, capsizing anyone who isn't certain of their path. he finds a new groove where he leaves for school 5 minutes off of you, whether it's before or after you can't determine but it's never the same time. a few kids at your lunch table take pity on you when you are eating alone for what feels like the billionth day in a row and you connect easily. as the loneliness gets pushed beneath the surface you wonder if he notices that you're not trying to catch his eyes as often.

he does, and he hates it, because he's trying to return the caught eyes even if he doesn't know it. but you're both foolish and angry over nothing. he passes 17 without you at his birthday party, the invite torn up and in a trash bag in a place where his mother won't find it. he lies when she asks, curious as to where you have been all this time, months and months at this point.

"i don't know," he shrugs, nonchalant to the best of his ability while he watches his friends play melee. he can't make an excuse before one of the guys sits up and scrunches his face in thought.

"didn't you throw her invite out because she's a freak?"

"woah - you can't call her that."

"you literally called her weird like 5 minutes ago!" ludwig's face turns red and sheepish as his mother gives him a look, disappointed and sad all in one. when she leaves, he sinks into his spot, covering his face. how embarrassing. "dude, she is a freak though, she's always by herself, it's fucking weird."

"she's not fucking weird!" he snaps, shoving him. nobody is allowed to call you weird except him, you are his weird friend. an argument breaks out and the party ends sooner than intended and his mother grounds him for fighting in the middle of the house. at least his birthday doesn't get worse outside of the sinking feeling in his chest.

you hesitate on a text saying happy birthday with the picture of the two of you in red sweaters attached. you remove the photo and the heart and send it, plain. it felt disingenuous - maybe he deserves it though, he didn't even invite you to hang out.

you 9:56pm: happy birthday

ludwig 10:27pm: thanks

you 10:30pm: do anything fun?

ludwig 10:36pm: party got cancelled cuz my friends are assholes

you don't think the laugh that comes out of your mouth is real, but his text gets the tiniest of noises from you.

you 10:37pm: all guys are assholes lol

he starts typing and then stops a few times. maybe that was too much and the regret swims through your veins immediately, you curl up into the poorly stitched pillow long rescued from your closet for comfort. the longer it takes, the more you sink, starting to type an excuse, 'i mean not you', but he responds faster than your shaky hands can type.

ludwig 10:50pm: you're right

ludwig 10:50pm: sorry i was an asshole

ludwig 10:51pm: ider what i said but i know it was stupid

of course he didn't.

you 10:52pm: derek would only go out with me bc of pity

ludwig winced in his bed, dropping his phone to his chest and smacking both his hands to his face. wow he was stupid, derek would have been lucky to go out with you. you were wonderful - fantastic even, you kept him up at night, his mind wandering to moments of you smiling and laughing with him, and then the way your face fell when he made that stupid pity comment. rolling onto his stomach he replied.

ludwig 10:59pm: wow 16 year old me was dumb huh

you 11:00pm: you've been 17 for less than 1 day 💀

you 11:00pm: you're so stupid

you 11:01pm: i h8 you

surely, you meant it in jest. you were talking to him, at least, hell this was the most you'd spoken in months so you absolutely had to be joking. he pulled a dramatic frown, took a picture and sent it to you before questioning the decision.

ludwig 11:03pm: [image attached]

you 11:03pm: can i be gay for a moment

ludwig 11:04pm: yes?

you 11:08pm: i missed your face a lot😞

you 11:08pm: i miss you a lot

you 11:08pm: can we hang out tomorrow

you 11:09pm: we can do w/e i dont care

you 11:09pm: we dont even have to do anything

you 11:09pm: can we just hang out

you 11:12pm: please

he missed you too, more than he would ever care to admit, eyes heavy with exhaustion and sadness as he stared at your near pleading.

ludwig 11:15pm: come over when you wake up

ludwig 11:15pm: im going to bed

ludwig 11:16pm: night

shoving his phone far under his pillow, he flipped onto his back and stared at the ceiling. you were mimicking the position in your own bed, your hands over your heart. how long had you been sitting on your infatuation? how many diary entries had you written about him? how many poorly drawn profiles littered the ripped pages of your notebooks? sleep took you both restlessly, carrying you along the rocky waters till daybreak where you wrestled yourself into shorts and a tshirt.

you couldn't bring yourself to care about how you looked or smelled (you couldn't quite remember when you showered last), you just wanted to give him a hug, the biggest hug you could muster. you missed him so so much. as you'd done hundreds of times before, you entered his home, locked the door behind you and all but ran up the stairs and towards his room.

badum badum badum

your heartbeat was loud and almost painful in your ears which caused you to stop and stare at your hand centimeters away from his door. you wanted to feign ignorance, that your broken heart was not beating like this for any reason, that it was silly and foolish and so very very stupid. chewing on the inside of your lips, you swung his door open. his body jumped a little, still under the covers and barely processing that you were already here.

"hey," came his groggy voice, the heel of his palm rubbing into his eyes as you nudged the door closed and kicked your shoes off. he propped himself up on his elbows and maybe it was the way you looked, slightly disheveled but jittery, or the fact that your breathing was a little choked and heavy, but he wanted to kiss you more than any other girl he'd ever seen. "why're you standing over there still?"

"i-i.. i don't know." he breathed out a tired laugh.

"so come here?" with the invitation you crossed the remaining space between you and flopped into the space next to him, on top of the covers. it takes him a minute but he lazily rolls over to face you. he smells of a late night shower and morning breath. he's warm with sleep and you're warm with the early morning sun.

"i have a crush on you," you blurt out, closing your eyes like you expect physical retaliation from someone who has never actually gone so far as to beat you up. when nothing comes you slowly open your eyes, peaking through the timid butterflies frantic in your stomach. the face he has on is awkward at best and you're trying not to read into what he may or may not be feeling. "s-s-sorry, that's. i shouldn't have-"

"no, me- me too!" he responds, stopping you in your frantic, panicked downfall, not wanting to hurt you again over a miscommunication that he was the cause of. he wraps his arms around you tightly and you let out a tiny breath of relief and returned his hug.

"i'm sorry you're so stupid," you snicker, burying your face deeper into him, still embarrassed. when you both finally pull back, your lips are pursed into a pout, and his mouth is open to say something snarky in return but nothing comes out. instead he kisses you the way he's wanted to kiss you for two years, since the first time he saw you wear a pink tinted lip gloss. you return with fervor and you kiss like that a thousand more times.

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A Reason To Stay

⚠️ Suicidal thoughts ⚠️

Pairing:Teresa x Thomas

Summary:Despite making it the Safe Haven, Teresa is struggling with finding a reason to stay there.

I didn't want to be saved. I didn't ask to be here. I didn't ask for anyone to pull me up. I didn't ask for anyone to stick their neck out to save me.

Newt's not here anymore. He's gone. He's just gone. He died as I had the thing that could have saved him in my hands. Only I lost that too. I chose Thomas over everything I had worked for. I gave it all up. I ruined so much and have nothing to show for it. Nothing but burns and received glares.

I can't stand it anymore. I can't take it. The way I’m stuck in my own head.

Sure. The last of the Gladers and Group B has forgiven me, but the rest of them? Forget it.

Everywhere I go, all I hear is traitor. Traitor, traitor, traitor. No understanding. No possible thought that I had lost everything and wanted to make sure nobody else had to go through that. No possible way that all I wanted was to save innocent people. No possible scenario that I felt regret when I had gone home and sat in my empty apartment.

No. Teresa Agnes doesn't cry. She doesn't want anyone to live good lives. She doesn't want everyone to be safe. She doesn't want to help. She just wants to take. She just wants to stay here and think about how she can do it again. She thinks of all the pain that she single handedly caused and feels nothing.

I hear it. I hear it all. Sometimes they want me to, sometimes they don't.

I lost it all, and all I got back were some scars and dirty looks.

I stayed in and looked out the window. It was a bonfire night. The kind of bittersweet celebration that left you grateful to be here and missing everyone who isn't.

I never go. I’m not grateful to be here. I didn't want anyone to pull me up. I was supposed to fall to my death. Then it would finally be over. I could see my mom again. I could be in her arms. I could cry and tell her that I tried and she would promise that it was okay. She would tell me that I don't need to hurt anymore.

I hate it here. I wish I was dead, and there's not even anyone I can tell. I also can't just kill myself. I can't give anyone another reason to call me selfish.

Closing the blinds, I laid on the bed, trying to ignore the aches in my body from how I still hadn't healed right. I mean my lungs were never going to be the same. Not with all the smoke I inhaled. My right leg still hadn't healed quite right from where I had fallen and broken it. I would never feel completely fine with any movement. All more reasons for life to feel like hell.

“Are you coming tonight?”Tom asked.

“No.”

“Are you sure? You never come.”

“Why would I? So I can get called names again?”

“If you come, they would see who you actually are,”He tried to convince me.

“Yes. Because that's definitely worked.”

“Teresa-”

“You can just go. I’m going to stay here,”I muttered, pulling my knees to my chest.

“It's okay. I’ll stay with you,”He shrugged.

“No. It's fine.”

“Teresa-”

“It doesn't matter, Tom. Nothing does.”

“Teresa,”He said softly, sitting beside me on the edge of the bed. Not bothering to move, I stared at the wall. “I love you. No matter what, I will always love you.”

“If you think so.”

“I’m by your side. Okay? I will always be by your side, no matter what happens.”

“If you think so,”I repeated, unsure of what else I should say, if there was anything to say.

“I know it's hard right now, but it will get better. Just trust it. Okay? Trust me.”

“Tom, I really don't want to do this right now. I just want everything to go away. I just want everything to stop.”

“What do you mean?”He whispered, placing a hand on my shoulder.

“It doesn't matter.”

“But it does. It really, really does,”He pushed, tracing his fingertips up and down my arm, the familiar pattern soothing me in ways only he can. Just like from before he can even remember, when we were just kids who thought we'd never have anything more to fear. When we would stay up late and talk about things that only made sense to us. When we would give each other a glance that said a thousand words.

So much has changed yet everything is the same.

“I’ll stay with you tonight, okay?”He asked, though it was actually a statement. He knew that as well as I did. When he had his mind made up, that was it. Whether anyone agreed or not, he was doing it.

“Okay,”I accepted.

Laying behind me, he wrapped his arms around me in a way that showed he thought I would disappear if he stopped. I wouldn't, but I knew the feeling. The fear of losing someone who means everything all over again.

“I do love you. I promise,”I whispered when his grip loosened. Judging by the way he didn't answer, it was obvious he was fast asleep.

Which is exactly when I tell him everything I don't know how to say. Maybe it's weird, but it's all I have. It's the only way I can tell him all the things I feel without his concern growing. He's also the only person I would want to know.

Maybe it’ll get better. It doesn't seem like it, but it might. If I keep holding on and keep him close, just maybe I can finally look forward to tomorrow for another reason besides him.

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What happened after Blacksheep left.

After Blacksheep leaves without saying anything at all, Rae is broken. They felt as if they were never going to be happy again. The day after Blacksheep left, a hurricane hits VILE Island. Rae actually went outside during it and sat on the beach thinking about Blacksheep because of How They Met. (My OC X BS fic)

While they were sitting there, they thought about just jumping into the ocean and never coming back up. But then they thought about the other people they met and how close they'd come with the faculty after being with Blacksheep.. how would they react?

So Rae starts to cope with it. They start working out more, fighting harder, sleeping less. They didn't really focus on much of their emotion anymore. They didn't feel much pain anymore either- even when Bellum was doing experiments on them.

These experiments included putting these glowing chemicals through the body to help Rae grow taller, gain a bit of weight, grow even more muscular, and even make their voice deeper. Rae didn't like the color of the chemicals that glew under their skin so they asked Bellum to see if she could turn it purple, she couldn't see a reason not to, so at times on missions when Deathbeat feels energized, their eyes and veins will glow neon purple.

They also got their canine teeth made into artificial fangs ^^

In appearance change, Rae became Deathbeat in just a matter of the 6 months they had left in the academy.

Rae was skinny and pale. Their arms, legs, and everything else were skinny. They didn't eat much, didn't weigh much, would throw up every so often. And they were only 5'0. Rae didn't like people and kept quiet at anytime they were around people. They had longer hair when they were a student, and it was darker.

Deathbeat became an almost polar opposite of what they used to be. They were still skinny but the muscles they gained added to their weight a lot. They ate more, didn't throw up as much, took pain like a champ, and they grew by 5 inches.

Their hair was buzzed shorter, and they were tanned from being on the island for so long. They had little fangs. Now that they were able to fight, they were more confident around people. Some were even scared to fight them.

A few missions into being sent out on capers, Deathbeat was walking down a hallway in a museum when Carmen jumped down in front of them from above somewhere. Deathbeat was now face to face with what used to be Blacksheep, but they didn't know it yet.

Carmen scanned Deathbeat up and down and recognized the scar under their eye. After she called it out and said she remembered them, Deathbeat was stunned. They didn't expect Blacksheep to have changed so much, she was almost unrecognizable.

Deathbeat didn't want to hurt Carmen after knowing that it was Blacksheep, but they didn't know if Carmen wanted to take defense against them. They were actually feeling a real emotion for the first time in months.. they were scared, stunned, and somewhat happy?? they felt like they were going to cry but they didn't want to in front of Carmen. They didn't speak either because they knew their voice would break.

Carmen was surprised as well with the way that Rae had changed after all this time. She too was going through a similar roller-coaster of emotions.

Deathbeat took off the Deafener (the weapon Deathbeat uses) took off their comms, and completely disarmed themselves before holding their arms open for a hug that they didn't think they would receive, but they did.

Carmen hugged them back for a while. Deathbeat sobbed silently into her shoulder. Both of them knew that they missed eachother, but they had already gotten over their relationship ending.

Rae- "I'm supposed to be fighting you and I can't because I don't want to hurt you."

Carmen- "I know."

She hesitated for a moment and let go of Deathbeat but kept one hand on their shoulder.

Their face was red and wet from their tears.

"You'll see me again." She said.

[sadiecoocoo]

The Sorrows We Drown Chp. 4

Summary - Reiner has a familiar dream (I can't write summaries for each chapter I'm so sorry)

Word Count - 2,586

Read on AO3

Previous Chapter

Notes: I'M SO SORRY I DID IT AGAIN!!!! I FORGOT TO UPDATE LMFAO it's because I haven't actually been writing the fic since I got to a point where I didn't really know what to do (I figured out where I went wrong so it should be okay now, but updates might be less often) anyways, please enjoy :)

Reiner felt the coarse scrape of sand against his cheek. He groaned as he scrunched his eyes, not wanting to open them.

A chill racketed over him. He curled in on himself as he shuddered. 

He wanted to go back to sleep. His nightmares somehow seemed better than reality now. He half hoped that the events of the last day were all just a nightmare. Maybe when he’d open his eyes he’d be met with the bland wall of his bedroom.

The sand was digging into his skin uncomfortably. Whenever he moved, it felt like thousands of small blades were poking him.

He groaned quietly as he finally decided to get up. His eyes fluttered lazily as he tried to push himself to his knees.

Sand stuck to his clothes, and he had half the mind to swipe it off of his face.

It looked like he was in a desert. The sky was strange, with millions of unfamiliar stars that almost painted pictures. When he turned, he was met with light coming out of the ground like a tree and breaking off into a million little branches.

When his sluggish mind finally caught up with his eyes, he felt his heart leap.

He jumped to his feet clumsily and turned around in circles. There wasn’t anything else around him. No little boy that wanted to end the world, and no miserable girl that sought freedom.

How was he here? He thought this place had been destroyed along with the titans.

His head throbbed as he remembered what had really happened before he woke up here. Titans. How did they still exist? How did they just appear at random?

How was he even alive? He had been gnawed upon like a fucking chew toy. Jean and Connie had looked at him like he had been dying, hell he probably was.

Oh god, he could be dead now. This could be his hell, he could be stuck in the coordinate plane, of all places, for all eternity.

A cry rang out behind him, and he whirled around back to the giant tree of lights. His eyes widened at the new sight before him.

Hundreds of people were around the tree now. So many of them were sobbing, screaming, and crying.

Reiner took a tentative step forward, his eyes trailing over the crowd. He didn’t think he recognized anyone, at least no one that jumped out to him.

He walked through the sand to the edge of the crowd. Some of the faces looked blurred. No matter how much he squinted his eyes, he could barely make out a feature.

Someone grabbed onto his ankle, and he practically jumped out of his skin. He looked down to see a bloodied woman holding desperately onto him with a clearly broken hand.

She screamed as he tried to drag herself closer to him. He watched in horror as the poor woman’s legs dragged behind her limply, twisted at odd angles.

Were these people all dead too? Was he even dead? If so, why didn’t he have all the same injuries as he did when he died? 

Shouldn’t his arm be gone? Shouldn’t his legs be broken? Shouldn’t he have been torn in half?

He was still covered in blood, but he wasn’t in any pain. These people clearly were. Several more of them had started paying more attention to him.

The woman had dragged herself right up to him now, she was pulling on his trousers to try and stand. He leaned down to hook his arms under her shoulders.

He pulled her up, the woman collapsed against his chest. Her shoulders shuddered with sobs that seemed to echo through the empty expanse of sand.

Another person grabbed onto him, pulling on his tattered sleeve. He flinched as they tried to drag him closer to the tree.

The woman fell onto the ground with an anguished scream as he was dragged away. He tried to struggle back to her. Why was no one else trying to help her?

More hands were on him now, overwhelming him. He was being steadily pulled over to the center of the plane.

He was surrounded by the sonorous sound of sobbing. It was starting to make him nauseas. He had never heard such a pitiful yet terrifying sound.

Finally, he was pushed through the edge of the crowd. He landed on his hands and knees as he was right before the glowing tree. He could almost touch it, but he didn’t dare.

This is what Eren used to destroy eighty percent of the population. This is what trapped Ymir for over two thousand years.

The light was bright. He felt like he was staring straight into the Aurora Borealis.

With a moment of panic, he realized the plane had fallen into a sickening silence. He turned back hesitantly to see the crowd were all turned towards.

He sat back on his knees as he stared in turn at the eerie crowd. He felt like he was looking into a horde of zombies.

A light force pushed into his side. Someone wrapped their arms around him. He turned down to see a boy.

The boy looked up at him with tears in his eyes. Reiner realized this boy’s face wasn’t blurred like the others.

He hugged him tightly, pulling the boy into his chest. He was met with parts relief and parts anguish at his new company.

If he really was dead, Falco should not be here.

Reiner’s eyes fluttered lazily as he awoke. Someone was standing over him, their hands were on his shoulders.

They came into focus after a moment, and Reiner stared up at Jean for several awkward moments.

Jean’s mouth was moving, like he was saying something, but Reiner’s foggy brain could barely process it.

He tried to speak, but it came out as a dry cough. His throat was hoarse and his skin felt dry, like he had spent days in a desert.

He shut his eyes tightly with a faint whine. He still felt the coarseness of sand on his face, from what he wasn’t sure. The dream he had was quickly dissipating, replaced instead by a just as miserably reality.

He flinched as a soft touch in his cheek replaced the rough feeling. A hand was set on his shoulder and seemed to ground him.

He felt miserably cold, but sweat coated his skin. He still felt the phantom touches of hands grabbing and pulling onto him. He thought he could still see the outline of bright lights that looked like a giant tree.

“Rei?” A soft voice said. The blonde let out a groan at the noise. It sent shattering pain into his skull.

“Hey, I need you to wake up, okay?” The voice continued. “We’ve gotta get back on the road.” It urged.

He squinted his eyes open again, grateful for the shadow that still blocked the sun from his eyes.

“Wha-“ he was interrupted by a rough cough. He lurched forward as his chest stuttered and his lungs struggled for breath.

“Hey, easy,” the voice said softly. Jean, it was Jean. He shook his head, as if that would dissipate the fog surrounding his mind.

“You’re just about healed up now,” Jean explained, “but I think you might still be concussed.” He added solemnly.

Jean’s eyes flickered over to where his knuckles still pressed lightly against Reiner’s cheek. He felt heat rise to his face as he realized how much he had started leaning into the soft touch, though that was one of the least of his worries.

“‘Ow am I ‘live?” He slurred. His tongue felt heavy in his mouth. Reiner rubbed it against the roof of his mouth to try and get rid of the taste of sleep.

Jean squeezed his shoulder before answering. He pulled his hand away from Reiner’s cheek, and instead pulled the blonde against his chest.

He placed his hand at the back of Reiner’s hair. Reiner was limply pressed against him, not finding the strength to lift his arms and wrap them around Jean in turn.

“You saved us, Rei.” Jean said in a soft whisper, “you saved so many people.”

Reiner felt a welling of pride in his chest at that, along with confusion. The last thing he remembered was seeing Jean and Connie being lifted away from him by a giant titan. The last thing he remembered hearing was Jean calling out to him.

“How?” He rasped, so quiet that for a moment he wondered if even he had been able to hear it.

“You turned into the armor again.” Jean answered, sounding almost regretful. He wrapped his arms tighter around Reiner. For a moment he wondered if Jean was trying to suffocate him.

“Oh.” Was all he could manage. He wasn’t sure if he should be relieved or not. The armor had always been an integral part of him, but when he lost it, it felt like a weight was lifted off his shoulders.  

After several more seconds, Jean pulled back. He kept his hands on Reiner’s shoulders, keeping him steady.

Reiner let his eyes wander around their campsite. He looked over Jean’s shoulder to see Connienstanding not too far away. He was stomping out a small fire.

A few paces away, there was a car. He was a little surprised to see that the two had willingly taken a car. He didn’t think either really knew how to drive.

Jean followed his gaze to the vehicle. He let go of Reiner’s shoulders to instead fidget with his hands nervously.

“It stopped working last night, I don’t know why.” He admitted with a light shrug. Reiner hummed quietly.

“Help me up, I’ll take a look.” He offered. He didn’t know much about cars, having spent a majority of his formative years on Paradis, but Pieck had made sure to teach him the basics in how to drive once he came back.

Jean offered his hand to pull Reiner up. He took it gratefully. The blonde hadn’t expected the wave of dizziness that followed.

Reiner leaned against Jean to steady himself. The other man wrapped his arm around Reiner’s shoulder and held him close. He still held his other hand, and Jean kept their hands to his chest.

Reiner sat down in the driver’s seat once they made it to the car. He looked over the different gauges with a sigh. If only they had gotten a horse instead.

After too long of the three of them pressing random buttons and turning the key in hopes of the car starting, they had finally made it on the road again.

Reiner was sitting in the passenger seat, his head leaning against the door frame. Wind rushed through his hair as they continued traveling.

“How you feeling?” Connie asked from behind him. He leaned forward to wear he was practically sitting in between Reiner and Jean.

“Tired,” Reiner grumbled, not bothering to look at the shorter man. He shut his eyes and tried to sleep.

He was met with the image of a giant glowing tree in a desert. He opened his eyes quickly and condemned himself to staring out the window mindlessly.

“Take some water,” Connie said, holding a small canteen out for him. He had almost sounded like he was giving an order, if not for the evident concern in his voice.

“I’m fine, Connie,” Reiner promised. He took the water anyway, drinking about a quarter of what was left.

He let out a sigh as he slunk down further into the seat. He caught Jean glancing at him out of the corner of his eye, then turned further towards the window.

The two had explained all that had happened when Reiner had been out. He was honestly horrified at knowing that he lost control of his titan.

He could have easily killed Jean and Connie if he had really wanted to. If he hadn’t been focused on the other titans, he probably would have.

Imagine that, he murdered his best friends after risking everything to save them. He had only been able to turn into a titan because he wanted to save them. Maybe that was why he didn’t go all the way and kill them.

Now the three of them were on the road, trying to outrun the titans that would likely move further inland after destroying all of Liberio.

He wondered how many people had turned into titans. How many people were perfectly fine one minute, then cannibalistic monsters the next?

Reiner watched the barren terrain fly by. There were puddles filling up many of the giant footprints. He wondered how many more would scar the earth with the titan’s return.

He glanced down at his ankle. It was still twisted strangely, but steam slowly wafted off of it. It would need to be set for it to heal completely. He was dreading when the others finally realized it too.

A wave of discomfort in his stomach took his attention. He glanced towards the others, then to the small pack they had managed to grab. He doubted they had much food.

There was at least one town on the way to where Levi and the kids were. They would be able to stop there and stock up on supplies. Hopefully they would be able to warn the people too.

There was a bump in the road, and the car lurched. They were getting to the edge of where the clean up had left off. Soon enough the road would be cut off by more giant footsteps.

They would have to move on foot soon. Reiner would slow them down drastically. He could turn into a titan and carry the other two, but he didn’t want to risk that. He still didn’t think he had the energy anyway.

Reiner’s eyes wandered to the front of the road. He looked into the distance, there was a small hill ahead of them.

Reiner gazed up at the sky above the hill. His eyes narrowed as he noticed a plume of smoke.

“You see that?” He asked, pointing lazily towards the smoke.

“Yeah,” Jean answered, “should be around where the next town is.”

Worry settled in his gut at that. He pressed his lips together nervously as he continued to peer forward.

Once they made it to the top of the hill, Jean cut the car off. He jumped out of the driver’s seat and ran forward.

Reiner and Connie exchanged a glance before the shorter man helped him to catch up. He hopped precariously on one foot as Connie moved to wrap Reiner’s arm around his shoulder.

The three of them looked over the town. Buildings were smashed and small fires were scattered around.

“Shit,” Jean muttered. Reiner grunted in agreement.

“I don��t see any titans,” Connie said as they surveyed the town.

“They must have moved on to somewhere,” Jean said, “wouldn’t they look for the closest, most populated area?” He added.

“Yeah,” Reiner answered, “it’s probably safe enough to look around.” He didn’t necessarily want to risk it, but they needed supplies.

“How are your injuries?” Jean turned to him. Reiner frowned as he looked down to his foot.

“We need to set the bone,” he said, nodding down to his twisted ankle, “then it’ll heal.”

“Okay,” Jean said. He helped Connie to set Reiner down on the grass. “This’ll hurt.” He warned as he moved over to Reiner’s foot.

“Yeah,” Reiner muttered miserably.

End Notes: I would like to inform everything that i have no idea where i'm going with this words are just happening every once in a while and they're starting to make some sort of cohesive plot anyways. have a good day

[phantom-of-the-501st]

Episode 11 Thoughts

Spoilers for TBB Season 2

It is day 873 without Echo and I am not thriving. 🤧

We unfortunately did not get the Rex and Echo centric episode that I was hoping for, but I still really liked this episode. So obligatory "I miss Echo" bit aside for now, let's get into it!

Mysterious smoky ship. Interesting. 🤔

Aside from the little electrical zaps, the first few seconds is very monochrome. I kind of love it.

Horror(ish) elements coming through very early on!

MOUNT TANTISS

Dr Hemlock!

Okay, so the hemlock people were right. Dr Parsnip would've been kinda funny though. 🤣

Ngl, the way they were hiding his face, I thought that there was going to be something about his face worth hiding.

There wasn't.

Unless Dr Hemlock is someone that's been sent before? 🤔 I don't remember anyone by that name. 😅

Nala Sé has appeared!

Omg Cid is such a bitch. 🤬

JUST DITCH HER!

Wrecker nodding along to each percentage then seeing Hunter's unimpressed look and going into angry mode. 😭

Interesting to see Omega, who has always been the first to help Cid, turning as well.

I get very stressed when Tech goes off by himself somewhere. He's already broken a leg this season. 😬

Tech wouldn't have to go off by himself if Echo was here. 🥲

The squad feels so empty without Echo and Cross. 😭

This episode is spooky. I like it!

There was me thinking it was a weird Zillo hybrid. Turns out that's just what small Zillobeasts look like.

Saying that, THE ZILLOBEAST IS BACK!!!

Completely forgot we got a glimpse of it in the trailer. 🤣

Tech looks so adorable. 🥰

Another Omega and Tech team up!!!

There is a lot of Hunter piloting the Marauder this season.

Omega being a little nerd is so personal to me. Science girlies rise!!!

Although I guess it was less of a choice for her. 🥲

But she's a smart bean and I love her.

HOW QUICKLY IS THAT THING GROWING?!

FORGET INDESTRUCTIBLE ARMOUR DO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT COULD MEAN FOR SCIENTIFIC DISCOVERIES

RAPID CELL DIVISION = POSSIBILITIES OF FINDING NEW THINGS FOR ANTI CANCER RESEARCH AND-

I'm getting ahead of myself. Oops. 😅

Although I will say this...

HOW??? I know it's Star Wars but that thing grows that quickly off energy??? What???

I just realised I forgot to mention the arm from earlier.

Yeah... the arm hanging out of the mouth.

Ew.

Anyway back to where we were! 🤣

Omega having to turn off the machines so that Tech will actually leave. 🤣

Zillibeast laser? Interesting. 🤔

Is that likely a giant bacta tank or just a random fluids container?

These poor people just lost all their electricity because of the zillobeast and now they're being forced to leave?!

I feel so bad for them. 😭

So many Commandos this episode. 🤨

I just love Wrecker leaning on things with his arms crossed. 🥰

I wanna give that man a hug.

He would give good hugs.

ECHO AND REX MENTION!!!

We have to be seeing those boys soon. Come on. 🥲

They're definitely all still in touch with each other though which makes me happy. 🥰

Is that Scorch?

Suspected that Lama Su would still be alive!

NOPE NOPE NOPETY NOPE NOPE NOPE

WE ARE NOT GOING AFTER OMEGA

NOPE

Anyway, overall thoughts are that I really liked this episode! The spooky vibes were really fun and I was glad to see some more of the zillobeast!

Felt like a pretty even split of dialogue across the Batchers today, and we got some new characters as well. I think it was well balanced! Not the Echo and Rex episode I was hoping for, but still very enjoyable. 😄

BUT NEXT EPISODE IS A CROSSHAIR EPISODE AND I CAN'T WAIT!!! I MISS THAT GRUMPY TOOTHPICK SO MUCH!

Anyway, I'm gonna have to disappear for a few hours while I avoid Mando spoilers 😅, but I can't wait to see what everyone thinks of the episode later!

[my-own-walker]

Someone You've Never Seen Before

A Kyle Spencer Fan Fiction

frat!kyle AU, fem!main character, sexual themes, mature language, use of drugs and alcohol, frat boy antics

7.

Life is broken up into a series of measurements. Depending on you, or what you may be looking forward to, you measure life differently. A measurement of days, hours, or minutes, or a measurement of miles, feet, and inches. You may measure life in smiles, or in frowns. You may measure it in meals, sleeps, or how many photos you've taken. These measurements culminate, like a jigsaw falling into place. 

I, this particular semester, began measuring life in Calculus quizzes. One a week, now onto the third, three weeks of the semester done, thirteen weeks left. 

Time was flying, but altogether staying utterly still. We were now in September, and it would only be three more quizzes until October. But at the same time, only three quizzes in felt impossible. So much had already happened.

The final whispers of summer drew quieter and quieter. It was a peaceful transition, as warm days never really ceased in Louisiana. There was an unmistakable feeling in the air, though. And leaves fell from trees here and there, reminding me of time's passing.

This week's quiz was no different than the last, though I did feel confident on at least two questions of the ten. I was really riding on this end-of-semester project to go well in order to save my grade. At this point, I wasn't even interested in getting an A in the class. I just wanted to pass. I didn't look at Kyle's answers this time. In fact, I couldn't. He didn't come to class. 

I had my poetry class before my Calculus class on Fridays. I handed in my poem for grading and prayed Kyle's advice would come through. His efforts were not futile, because my professor actually liked it a lot. I was going to let him know during Calc, but it wasn't to be, I guess.

I got home to a bustling apartment. Lily had a speaker playing her music on blast throughout the space. "Bound 2" off Kanye West's new album. I kicked off my shoes by the door and hung up my bag. She stood, rather, danced in place, in the kitchen as I moved further into our shared apartment. It looked like she was making something, but I couldn't make it out. 

"Lily Davies!" I half-gasped, half-exclaimed, sneaking up behind her. She jumped about a mile up in the air and squealed. "Are those Jell-O shots?!"

"Fuck you!" she shouted, turning to smack my arm. "You scared me!" 

"I can tell."

She spun to her right and grabbed her phone off the counter, working quickly to turn the music's volume down. "You can't sneak up on me when I have my pregame playlist on," she huffed. 

"Oh no, we're pregaming?" I groaned, leaning over a clear space on the counter. "Jesus....take me now..." I put the back of my hand on my forehead and leaned back, feigning genuine pain. Lily picked up a measuring cup full of neon green liquid and began pouring it into small shot cups.

"Were you not listening yesterday when I told you about tonight?" she replied, annoyed. "When you were about to leave for your study date."

"It wasn't a date. And obviously not," I shrugged, grabbing a box of cereal from the pantry. "Help me understand, my beautiful roommate." I hopped up to sit on the aforementioned clear spot on the counter and stuck my hand into the box, grabbing a handful of Cheerios to snack on. 

"KLG is hosting for once. It's a mixer with Pi Phi and them. It's a bonfire. Leon's band is playing," she explained, pouring the last of the Jell-O mixture. "Do you remember now?" She put the measuring cup down and wiped her hands on her pant legs. "I can't be fucked to put these in the fridge. I hope they set in time," she added.

"How are you getting them there?" I asked through a mouthful of cereal.

"I'll drive," she answered simply.

"No, you will not," I declared, turning to put the cereal box down next to me. I swallowed before continuing. "I know you. You'll drink and I'll have to drive home."

"Okay? And?" she challenged.

"I hate driving!" I whined. "And what if I want to drink, too?" 

Lily leaned back on the counter and thought for a moment. She picked up her phone and scrolled through for a second, trying to find a solution. "Sarah can drive us," she spoke after a second. "I just remembered she offered in the group chat earlier. Let me text her."

"Oh, thank god," I sighed. "I was not about to take the bus or some shit." I got down from the counter and put my cereal away, careful not to leave anything in Chef Lily's way. She stayed put, texting for a while before exhaling sharply and shoving her phone into the waistband of her leggings.

"I guess we should go get ready so we can start drinking," she groaned. 

"Yes, chef," I shouted, faux-saluting her. She walked over to me and smacked my ass as she passed. 

"Let's get fucked up! Woo!" she yelled, punctuating it with a laugh. 

+

I settled on a black and brown plaid sleeveless dress with sheer black stockings, a lightweight brown cardigan, and my black Doc Martens to wear. I made my eye makeup dark and heavy to match, as well as a smear of brown lipstick over my lips. I figured a bonfire party needed a smoky look to match. At least, that's what Lily shouted to me when I asked her what I should wear.

She took that advice in a different direction, as did all of the other girls there. She wore a tight black tube top and a black skater skirt that barely covered her ass. Her hair was straightened, and her makeup the same as it always was. To each their own, I presume.

The party was entirely outside. I assumed that it was to create a loophole in case any bad incidents happened at the gathering. "Well, it wasn't inside the house!"

KLG was an intimidating frat. I was less scared, though, considering I had just been there the day prior. Since this was a mixer, Lily's sorority was, in part, also hosting, hence her making Jell-O shots. 

We walked around the back, entering through a side gate into the expansive backyard. It was absolutely mobbed. I had a feeling this party had been crashed by people who were not members of either the frat or the sorority. One of them being namely, me. 

A patio-turned-stage sat just next to the house. The band was already up there tuning their instruments. For the time being, some shitty pop music played over the largest speaker I had ever seen. String lights hung just above the stage, lighting it relatively well. They were more than likely added By Pi Phi, not Kappa Lambda Gamma. "A woman's touch," as some would say.

I followed Lily to a table set up toward the far end of the backyard. There, we found an absolute array of bottles and cans of alcohol. She placed her homemade shots in an empty space on the table and smiled at her handiwork. 

"They keep the drinks as far from the house as possible when it's an outside party," Lily shouted to me over the music. "That way people won't go in by mistake."

I nodded in reply, pretending I understood. If the drinks were closer to the house, people would see them better and not mistakenly walk in. But what did I know? I wasn't a frat guy. 

I turned to look at the band, who had started to play a cover of "Do I Wanna Know?" by Arctic Monkeys. It seemed a bit alternative for this crowd, but I wasn't going to complain. In fact, I wished they'd continue to play my kind of music. And just like that, I lost Lily. I had only looked at the band for a beat, but she was a live wire around her sisters.

There was no need for me to feel like a babysitter at this party. Lily's sorority sisters could look after her, which meant I could get as drunk as I'd like. I turned my attention back to the drink table and scanned the selection until I found something that tickled my fancy. 

+

Some hours and some change later, I had polished off an embarrassingly large number of drinks. I would disclose how many, but I don't quite remember. I worked my way through the yard to the giant bonfire on the left side of the yard. I stared blankly into the fire, listening to the band play some song I couldn't quite make out.

The party had reached critical mass. It was almost impossible to move, even around the bonfire. I stayed put, trying to shake off the drunkenness so I could go find Lily.

"Hannah Martin," a male voice said behind me. I whipped my head around, startled by the sudden interaction. Kyle stood directly behind me, nearly touching me. 

"Kyle Spencer," I replied, too drunk to think of a witty response. He smiled and laughed a bit, casting his eyes down at his shoes. "I missed you in class today," I slurred. "I had to tell you something."

"Oh yeah? What was that?" he asked, raising one eyebrow and smirking. 

"My poem. The teacher liked it," I explained. "Thanks." I wasn't very eloquent in this impaired state. I shifted away from the fire, feeling I had started to sweat a bit from its heat. A person immediately shifted into my former spot. It was nearly impossible to breathe, let alone move around.

"Oh, I'm glad," Kyle smiled. "I gotta make up that quiz."

"No school talk," I groaned, placing a hand on his bicep. "I'm not in my right mind right now."

The crowd in the yard shifted, causing people to begin to bump into each other. The person standing next to me stepped back into me, bumping into my arm. Losing my footing, I stumbled into Kyle, nearly pulling him over. His drink collided with my chest, the cup's entire contents spilling down my dress. All I could do was laugh.

 "I should not have had that last beer," I chuckled, steadying myself with my hand flat on Kyle's chest.

"Oh shit, Hannah, I'm so sorry," he gushed. "Are you okay?"

"I'm cool," I giggled, bending over slightly.

"God, come inside," he muttered, grabbing me by my shoulders and turning me around to face the house. "Let's go." He guided my drunken form through the crowded backyard all the way to the back door of the KLG house. 

"Aw damn, Spencer's gettin' some," the guy guarding the door shouted stupidly. "Hot piece 'a ass you got here."

"Shut up and let us in, Dan," Kyle snapped, still holding me by my shoulders. The guy, whose name was apparently Dan, stepped aside, allowing Kyle to open the door and guide me in.

We walked through the kitchen, dining room, and living room to get to the foyer, where I was met with the now-familiar steps up to his room. They would prove to be a challenge this time, though. Kyle held my arm as we made the trek up the steep stairs. It felt like we had been walking for hours.

Finally, in Kyle's bedroom, I could gather my bearings. So much had happened in such a short span of time. And how the fuck did I find myself in Kyle Spencer's bedroom two nights in a row? I sat on the floor and gripped the carpet tightly, feeling the fibers between my fingers. The world spun. I held the carpet tighter so I wouldn't fall off the Earth. 

Kyle rummaged through his dresser and turned, having found a large t-shirt for me.

"I know you're in a dress," he noted, "but I think this should be big enough to act like one."

"I wear shorts under my dresses," I slurred, screwing my eyes shut.

"Oh, okay, that's good," he muttered. He tossed the shirt toward me. It landed with a fwump to my right. "Change into it. I feel so bad, you're soaked."

I looked down at myself. He was right. The entire front of my outfit was drenched with whatever Kyle had in his red solo cup. Without a thought, I shrugged my cardigan off and tugged my dress over my head, leaving me in just my spandex shorts and a bra. I watched as Kyle paused, for a moment, almost as if he couldn't look away. His cheeks turned a bright pink before he averted his gaze respectfully. I slipped the soft t-shirt over my body.

"You can look now," I said, smartly. Kyle turned and smiled at me kindly. He stepped over to me and extended a hand.

"Please, at least sit on my couch," he pleaded. "It's comfortable, I promise."

I grabbed his hand and let him help me up. Both of us settled down on the couch, which was rather big for the size of the room. I pulled my legs up, hugging my knees tight to my chest. "Thanks, Kyle," I murmured.

"You're in bad shape, huh?" he replied.

"I don't remember the last time I was this drunk," I admitted, sobering a bit. 

"It's okay, it happens."

"Why weren't you in class today?" I asked after a beat, a bit more bluntly than I had intended. Kyle shifted in his seat a bit uncomfortably.

"It's a pretty long story, Hannah," he replied lowly. "Everything's okay, though. Gave me more time to get ready for tonight, right?" I didn't reply. Instead, I put my head back on the couch. The action took the pressure off my heavy head. The music continued to play loudly outside, the bass shaking the house.

Kyle stood abruptly. "Do you need anything?" he asked, standing over me.

"I'm fine." I covered my face with my arm, burying it in the crook of my elbow.

"I'll be right back, okay? Don't move," he instructed. I heard his footsteps get further from me, the door open, then shut, and the lock latch. I uncovered my eyes and looked around, alone in Kyle's room. The noise outside hadn't subsided. It seemed this party might go all night.

It was supposed to be a small gathering between two Greek organizations and turned into an all-out rager. Pretty typical Kappa Lambda Gamma activities, honestly. 

Only a few minutes passed before Kyle burst back into the room, water bottle in hand. The whirlwind with which he entered only made my head spin more.

"Drink this," he said, handing me the open water. I did as he said as he rejoined me on the couch. "Are you okay?"

"I am," I answered, sitting forward on the edge of my seat. "I really should go, though."

"Do you have a ride?" Kyle asked, sitting up slightly. "I can't let you go back out there alone like this."

"I should find my friend," I insisted.

"I think you should stay here and text her," he countered. "Agree on a place to meet. Where's your phone?"

That was a good question. I remembered leaving it somewhere, but I couldn't quite place where. Kyle must have seen the concern flash across my face because he put a hand on my shoulder. 

"It's okay, Hannah, I can find it," he assured me. I flopped back and turned my head to face him, looking into his deep brown eyes. He looked at me with pity. Before I could stop myself, I leaned over and rested my forehead on his right shoulder. 

It must have been a reflex. Kyle responded by rubbing my head with his free hand. I sighed and relaxed into his touch, feeling all too tired all too suddenly. 

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[baura-bear]

MAURA IMPORTANT AS FUCK !!!!!! what do you think david's favorite books are. make this as self indulgent as you want bc then i will also learn what books you like :33 personally i think he loves classic polish books (they help him reconnect with that part of his identity which can be a little hard considering he lives so far away) such as pan tadeusz or kordian and especially wesele (it didn't come out until the 1900s but shhh he would LOVE wesele) and also i think he really loves 20,000 leagues under the sea (i think he just loves the fantastic elements, the way the ocean is described + also captain nemo was originally supposed to be polish and yadda yadda i don't want to dump too much here..) AND little women. because of reasons i think. the march family dynamic is so sweet and also i definitely think david's gay ass would find laurie cute SORRY i got really passionate about this my bad.

Guys, I had and Epic Autism Moment so this will all be under the cut. You have no clue what you've started Dave <3

OMG YES YES YES!!! I LOVE THIS! ok ok ok so i definitely agree with you about the polish literature thing (although i obviously don't know anything about polish literature) I always imagined David to live in an immigrant neighborhood (and of course be an immigrant himself) and I'm sure he has several neighbors who, throughout his youth, lent him and gifted him books.

(going off the rails for a second idc) I think his family is really active in the community (of course they attend shul) Mayer and Esther love talking with the neighbors and having them over for dinner or just tea or something. Esther mends clothes to make a little extra money so she frequently has folks coming to her with that. I also think there's a kosher deli nearby and Mayer is friends with the owner (well the whole Jacobs family is friends with their family) I know that in 92sies it's established that Mayer works in a factory but with the stage version we get a bit more lenience PLUS (this might sound terrible) but like. his injury doesn't look that bad in 92sies (LET ME EXPLAIN) his arm is just in a sling so we can infer his arm is broken (i honestly don't remember if they ever say??) but I feel like he'd be able to a job like he wouldn't be completely indisposed. anyway in the stage version it makes more sense that he has a leg injury and can't walk, hence the inability to work. I imagine he helps do deliveries and like loading stuff off of carts. His injury actually happened out on the street trying to stop a kid from getting hit by a wagon and he did, it was just to his expense. "twisted his leg up real bad" I take that literally like.. it got caught in the wheel and twisted up. and I think the deli owner saw it happen and got him home (along with a few other fellas and a doctor).

ANYWAy the whole reason I say that is just like. I think the Jacobs are a well liked family in the community and everyone always found David endearing and saw his love of reading and writing and wanted to help give him the resources he needed (especially being a polish kid removed from his culture they wanted to help restore that)

I agree that he likes Little Women!! He also enjoyed reading War and Peace (I haven't finished it yet but I just KNOW Davey loves Pierre because little awkward man who's probably autistic). I think he also enjoys Wuthering Heights (which admittedly I haven't read but my friend really loves it and has talked about it so I think he would enjoy it) along with poetry. I think he loves books/stories/poems that are very descriptive and have good imagery because it helps him transport himself and like really be engulfed by the story

He'd read Moby Dick but he despises it. He wanted an epic ocean adventure but half the chapters are just all about whales (like science-y and shit) which,,, would be fine if he'd picked up a textbook about whales. He just wanted more from it and didn't enjoy the ending. WHICH IS WHY he prefers 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea because if he wants to read a good story involving the ocean he's not gonna pick up Moby fucking Dick.

um. yeah.

i had literally never thought about this before but the second that I saw the ask i was typing up a storm. hehe

ALSO LITERALLY STOP APOLOGIZING I LOVE WHEN ANYTHING FROM YOU APPEARS IN MY ASK BOX you could send me a ten page essay and I would read it beginning to end like :DDDDD and enjoy every second