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cherry-romper · 8 months ago

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When You're Injured

+ Eren, Mikasa, Armin, Marco, Jean, Connie, Sasha, Levi, Erwin, Hange, Reiner, Bertholdt, Annie, Porco, Pieck, Zeke

Eren; • Emotional. Tends to get overwhelmed by worry. Eventually, that stems into anger, and he lashes out at everyone as a projection of his own guilt. He feels guilty for not protecting you. • Will spend more time trying to convince Levi or Erwin to let him avenge you instead of being with you. • If he is with you however, he cries silently to himself (either genuine tears or just on the inside). Of course, he's worried for you and if you'll recover but the reason he's sad is because he doesn't think he's good enough. • Got you flowers though, picked them himself. He also made sure you were getting the best care. • Didn't realise that he was pushing people away from you by not allowing anyone else but the nurses in the room. • Does more harm than good really, but it all comes with good intent so you give him the benefit of the doubt.

Mikasa; • Protective and worried. • Sleeps by your side and cares more about your health than her own. • She forgets to eat sometimes and is reluctant to leave you alone, just in case. So, she asks for someone, mostly Armin, to wait with you while she washes up and gets some food. • She's worried but not too emotional about it because she knows you'll heal soon enough, so she doesn't act much different. • Works out by your bedside instead of leaving. • Insists on feeding you herself to make sure you actually eat the food.

Armin; • Bless his little heart, he's worried sick. • Will read to you even when you're asleep and holds your hand the whole time. • Panics if you groan or move, he thinks you'll drop dead any second. • Gets scared when the nurses do examinations. He's always afraid of bad news. • Doesn't stay with you all the time. He leaves during the day to rest and wash. He also using his alone time to cry about being too weak to save you. • Blames himself, for some reason, and insists that if he were as strong as Reiner it wouldn't have happened.

Marco; • Calm about the whole thing. He's just grateful you're alive. • He knows the next few months are going to be hard but he's willing to care for you every step of the way. • Worried, of course, but is confident in your strength. He knows you'll pull though. • Buys the most expensive flowers and changes the water nearly everyday so that they stay alive for as long as possible. • Sits by your side and talks to you, even when you're asleep, so you don't feel lonely. • Lets the nurses do what they need to do because he knows that you're in good hands. • When you get out the infirmary he buys the nurses flowers to say thank you for keeping you alive.

Jean; • Doesn't let anyone see that he's worried sick about you and acts like he's fine. He's scared people will tease or bully him for it. • He cried a lot. Doesn't let you see him cry, nor anyone else, but he does it a lot. Marco found him though, crying behind some bushes, and comforted him. • After that he was more open and didn't care what people thought and stayed with you until he was forced to leave. • Holds your hand and rubs his thumb on the back of it. He even traces the lines on you palms. • Draw things for you. For example, he'll draw you a dog he saw in the street or he'll draw something silly like Connie and Sasha as stick figures to make you laugh. • If he has to leave while you're asleep, he'll leave a little note saying he'll be back soon.

Connie; • He's left in tatters. He goes into auto-pilot and doesn't really act like himself. • He becomes a rollercoaster of emotions. So, somedays he'll be really motivated and trains extra hard so he can protect you next time and other days he'll just sit by your side, staring blankly out the window. • He cracks jokes from time to time, even if you can't hear them and tells you stories of what's happening while you're stuck in bed. • Refuses to let himself cry because "a real man wouldn't cry" but crumbles anyways and cries into you arm. • Asks Sasha what to do while he waits for you to get out. She recommends he spend as much time with you as possible and just be grateful you survived. She makes sure he's okay while you can't be there for him.

Sasha; • Unsure how to handle the whole situation. She panics a little but once the nurses reassure her that you won't die she settles down and lets them do their job. • Brings you food, even if you can't eat anything solid. If you don't want it that day she eats it for you. • Would bring you flowers that she picked herself from when she was out hunting. • If you're well enough, she'll lay on the bed with you and cuddle you; whether it be platonic or not, she just wants to make sure you're okay. • She doesn't really baby you, but during the recovery period she does everything for you. No matter how tall you are, she doesn't let you reach for anything or go to pick anything up. She does it for you. • She kinda oversteps sometimes and refuses to let you clean, even if Captain Levi ordered it. If he forces you, she'll argue with him. She doesn't care about the repercussions, she just wants you to rest and heal as fast as possible.

Levi; • No different to how he normally is. • He's calm and collected. Of course, he was worried at first but knew that the nurses would take good care of you. • Some days he stresses though. If your condition dips or if you're struggling, he'll be a lot harsher on the cadets. • Doesn't cry because he knows his tears are useless, but does sit but your side until he needs to leave on duties. • Brings you tea he made himself and always makes sure you're comfortable before he leaves. • He's fine with other people seeing you but still has security posted at your door. • You're given your own room because he doesn't want you catching anything else while you're in the infirmary.

Hange; • Panic followed by calm followed by more panic. • Treats your wounds themselves. Its not like they don't trust the nurses, they just wanna make sure you're okay. • Brings you a little titan doll to keep you company when they're not there. Which you found to be a bit ironic. • Keeps the spirits as high as possible and always tells you stories or jokes to make sure you're entertained. • Their duties are still priority, as they knows you'll be okay, but they always makes sure to visit you when they have the time.

Erwin; • You take over everything. • He's terrified of loosing you. He's lost too many close to him already and even if he is reassured multiple times that you'll be okay, he's not shifting from you side. • Your room becomes his new office for a while. He does his work by your bedside, everyday without fail. • Sometimes you'll wake up and see him asleep in the chair, papers scattered on the floor from where he's dropped them. It warms your heart but also pains you to see that he doesn't care for himself. • When he wakes up, you tell him to take care of himself and refuse to let him anywhere near you until he does. • He was a bit dramatic and wrote you a eulogy. He thought everything was over. He sat and cried into his papers as he wrote it because he genuinely thought he was going to loose you.

Reiner; • Broken. Completely broken. • Cries everyday until you are better. He only lets you see it though and tries to act okay for the others because he knows they look up to him. • Is incredibly dramatic and tells you his secret. He didn't think and just kind of said it without noticing you were conscious. To be honest, you didn't really take it in when he first said it due to drowsiness so you forgot by the time you fell back to sleep. • Has a crisis. Fights with himself about who he is and who he wants to be. After talking with Bertholdt he came to the conclusion that he just wants to be there for you, no matter what, even if it means taking you with him. • Holds your hand and doesn't let go. He's scared that if he does he'll loose you. • Flowers. Daily. Fresh ones too. • He makes sure you're clean and fed. He even gives you his portion of food.

Bertholdt; • Worried about you, but fights with himself over it. He has a voice in the back of his head telling him he shouldn't be worried because he shouldn't care about you. So he just cries in the chair next to you, fighting his inner demons. • He isn't with you often and tries to distance himself because of the mission. • During the period where he refuses to visit, he finds himself asking the others how you're doing. After a while, Reiner just tells him that he needs to visit you himself because "you never know what could happen." • This leads to him buying you flowers and apologising for not visiting sooner. You tell him its okay and from then on he never leaves the room. • Falls asleep upright in his chair but ends up with his head on the floor and his feet hanging off the back of the chair.

Annie; • RIP to anyone who agrees to spar with her that first week. • Visits you once or twice for about an hour a time before leaving and taking her anger out on someone. • Reiner had to convince her not to change into a titan and attack in case you were lost in the carnage. • Not really used to the whole emotions thing. She deals with it her own way. • Brought you flowers but had no idea how to keep them, so they died quickly. She ended up getting annoyed at that too so you had to explain to her that its the thought that counts.

Porco; • Blames himself for no reason. He wasn't even there when you were hurt and still thinks it was him. • Goes through a million different scenarios wherein he could have saved you from being injured. Pieck had to convince him to stop before he hurts you further. • He's already rude enough as it is, but when it gets 10x worse when you're bed bound. • Sat by your side until you wake up. • Refuses to let anyone other than the nurses in the room with you, even then he doesn't fully trust the nurses. • His emotions get the best of him.

Pieck; • She's worries internally but has a calm exterior. She knows you're in good hands with the nurses, so there's no reason for her to be afraid. • Sits with you on the bed. If you're well enough she'll curl up at the end of the bed. • Bought you flowers. She went out and picked them herself. She arranged them in the vase so that when you wake up, you see your favourite flower first. • Feeds you herself. • When you first get out of the bed, you're both on crutches and laugh about being as useless at walking as each other. • You sit on the floor together instead of going to meetings.

Zeke; • He goes through the stages of grief even though you're not dead. • Denies that you're hurt. Refuses to believe you'd let yourself be injured. Convinced himself that you shouldn't have been out there in the first place, and then gets angry that you ever decided to join the army. • Has the WORST anger stage even. Throws an absolute fit. Breaks things, shouts profanities at the top of his lungs, drinks and smokes like doesn't have organs. His office is completely trashed. • He then tries to convince his superiors to take you off the squad; if he had his way it'd be the army altogether. He's certain you're not ready for the outside world, he just wants you protected. • His depression stage is just him sitting beside you. Unable to move, even if he wanted to. He's unsure if his brain won't let him move, or if he physically can't. He cries until tears won't fall anymore. • Finally, he accepts that you never wanted to get hurt, it was just a series of unfortunate events. Realises trying to take you out of the army, against your wishes, was a mistake. He feels horrifically guilty for how he acted and says sorry to everyone it affected, including you're sleeping form.

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uzumaki-rebellion · 3 months ago

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An Alex Cross Joint Mission

Alex Cross & The Heartbreak Brotherhood Part 1

Main Cast: Alex Cross, John Clark, and Terry Richmond, Black Female OC.

Warning(s): 18+, Explicit Sex, Violence, Murder, Mystery, Thriller, and Drama. Grown Folks Shit.

Summary: Homicide Detective Alex Cross must join forces with former elite Navy SEAL John Clark, and former marine MCMAP instructor Terry Richmond to solve the mystery of a murderous stalker seeking revenge on all three of them. The only connection the men have to each other is a sexy femme fatale they each had an intimate relationship with recently.

Word count: 1.8K

Dedicating this one to @nahimjustfeelingit-writes !

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"Six minutes

Six minutes

Six minutes Doug E. Fresh

You're on…"

Doug E. Fresh—"The Show"

Alex Cross bounced around in the front seat of his Ford Explorer in time to the old Hip Hop song blasting on his radio. From the rearview mirror he glimpsed his nine-year-old son Damon and seven-year-old daughter Jannie rolling their eyes at him.

"Y'all don't know nothing about this. Nana Mama used to play this for me when I was little to hype up my day."

Both of his children ignored him as he bobbed his head in time to Doug E. Fresh and the Get Fresh Crew's "The Show". He told a little white lie to them. It was his mother who used to play it for him when he was four years old, before she passed away from a drug overdose. Alex avoided mentioning his mother because it would remind his children of their own mother, who died in a drive-by shooting a couple of years ago. The pain was still tender, yet he wanted to get them excited about going to a church picnic with Nana Mama and other children from the community center he volunteered for.

Alex had other plans for himself that afternoon. He was going to meet a beautiful woman he'd been spending time with for the past six weeks whenever she was in town. A fellow doctorate in psychology, Sasha worked for a global PR firm and traveled a lot for her job. They'd recently become intimate, and the sex was mind-blowing for him. Nothing interested him more than a sexy, intelligent woman with a body for days. He'd been reluctant to take the next step with Sasha, preferring to keep their sporadic dates platonic and fun. Spending time with her without a commitment allowed him to dip his toe back into the dating scene without pressure. She was flexible, not put off by him being a widow with children, and seemed to always know when to give him space for his home life. After four weeks of seeing each other, he crossed over into intimacy easily with her. Sasha was hard to resist. Forty-two days in, he had an itch for her that needed scratching.

He pulled into the parking lot of the Holy Comforter- St. Cyprian Catholic Church. Nana Mama stood by her Blue Honda Accord with her best friend Mrs. Whitman, waiting for them. He turned down the music and watched his children jump out from the back, grateful to be freed from Dad's old-time music. He stepped out of the car for a minute.

"I'll see you guys later…hey, have fun today," he said.

Damon and Jannie nodded, running over to Nana Mama's car. Alex's grandmother had to do some earlier prep work at the church kitchen and he agreed to drop his children off later, before he met up with Sasha at the National Mall.

"Are you sure you and Sasha don't want to hang with us? We'd like to meet your new girlfriend," Nana Mama said.

She gave him a teasing grin, and Mrs. Whitman chuckled.

"No, I'm not ready to bring people around the kids yet," he said.

He leaned over and kissed Nana Mama's cheek. Jumping back into his car, he waved at Damon and Jannie. Changing the music on the radio to something more adult contemporary, he headed for a grown-up picnic on the National Mall. He'd also been a little proactive in reserving a luxury hotel room. The four times they'd had sex had been in hotel suites that she booked while in town. She lived in Maryland when not traveling, and they both stayed cautious with their personal lives interacting just yet. They were still in the getting-to-know-each-other phase with fucking thrown into the equation now. He made plans to wine and dine her later that evening after a long "nap" at the hotel. Nana Mama knew not to wait up for him because he wanted to spend as much time with Sasha as he could before she jetted off to solve some other public figure's national reputation.

Traffic slowed him up, but he didn't fret. It was a sunny day with blue skies and he was on his way to have some adult fun after a stressful week of work. He had some vacation time stacked up, and he wanted to convince Sasha to run off to Vegas for a weekend. Janet Jackson would start her music residency there and he snagged some tickets because Sasha was a huge fan.

He parked his car in the visitor parking lot on Ohio Drive and strolled toward the spot where they would meet, carrying a fancy bottle of wine in a bag. Sasha texted a picture of herself to his phone, blowing him a kiss, letting him know she provided all the goodies for their day. All he had to do was show up. This was part of Sasha's routine on their dates. She'd plan something special or spontaneous and give him the locations to meet her where she'd make him feel like a king. He reciprocated when he could, but Sasha was part of the jet set, often overseas. Most of their time together had to be centered on her schedule of availability.

Alex wandered past other people who had the same plans to picnic in the sun. He looked around for the familiar gorgeous face with the dark mocha skin as soft as a rose petal and those lush lips he so wanted to kiss right then and there. Sasha was so fine that it made him step up his dating game, which had always been above solid before he was even married.

Checking the location pin she sent him, Alex surveyed the surroundings. She had to be late, or moved to a different spot. Quite a few tourists meandered about taking pictures. Perched on a picnic table, a light brown-skinned Black man in expensive maroon jogging fits stared at his smartphone. He glanced at Alex with green eyes and gave the international Black man head nod of "W'sup." Alex returned the nod and moved past him, keeping an eye out for his date.

Another Black man glanced around the area near Alex, checking his phone, too. He eyed Alex and dropped his gaze back to his phone as it dinged a message for him. The man grinned at his phone and faint dimples popped in his cheeks. He had on comfortable tan cargo pants and a tight, long-sleeved white shirt.

Alex sported a light blue sweater with pale blue drawstring casual pants. D.C. weather was always fickle later in the fall. Warm one minute, chilly the next.

Ten minutes went by and Alex started fidgeting while waiting. He finally pulled out his smartphone from his pants pocket and called her number.

"Sasha, I'm at the spot for our picnic. No worries if you're running late. Just wanted to make sure I'm in the right location," he said.

The green-eyed man on the bench stared at Alex when he said Sasha's name out loud. So did the dimpled dude near him. He heard a distant sound of something popping like a firecracker or a whip snapping suddenly. One woman let out a terrifying scream as her companion, another woman, fell face forward onto the ground. Dead.

A sharp, hot pressure radiated in Alex's left shoulder and several more people screamed as a blood stain bloomed like a rose and ruined his good sweater. The shock of being shot hadn't registered in his brain yet as he noticed the dimpled man near him take a grazing on the hip from the same bullet that exited Alex's body. Another shot tried to take the stranger down again, but the dimpled man jumped behind the picnic table as the green-eyed man dove over the side joining him, just missing getting struck himself by another two bullets that went through the picnic table and bench.

Alex dropped to the ground and yelled at other potential victims to run and hide. From his position on the ground, he pressed a hand against his shoulder, using his sweater to help staunch the flow of blood.

"You okay, man?" the dimpled man asked.

"Yeah, clean shot through me…you?"

"I'll live. Bullet that hit you nicked me."

Green eyes used his phone to call 911. The dimpled man looked in the direction of the gunshots.

"That's a roof shot with a high caliber rifle. A good mile away. I'm guessing the museum over there from this angle," dimples said.

Police sirens blared in the distance, so did fire trucks.

No more shots were fired.

The green-eyed man glanced at Alex's wound.

"Keep putting pressure on it," green eyes said. "I think we should stay here until help arrives. Those shots weren't random. The first shot that hit that woman was meant for me. It looked like she got in the way by accident. You were next…and then you. This was a planned hit. Someone aimed all those bullets at us."

"I'm Alex," Alex said, lifting himself to rest against the picnic bench.

He needed to collect information from these men.

"I'm Terry," green eyes said,

"John," the dimpled man added reluctantly.

"Who would want the three of us taken out? We don't even know each other," Alex mumbled to himself.

"I heard you mention a name when you made a phone call before the shots happened…Sasha," John said.

"Yeah, she was my date today," Alex said.

"What she look like?" Terry interjected.

Alex grunted and pulled out his cell phone with his right hand. He swiped a screen to the last text photo he received.

"That's her," Alex said.

Terry's eyes narrowed, and John's lips curled down into a frown. They each pulled out their phones and showed Alex the same photo and text from Sasha.

"What the hell is this?" Alex said.

Cops and paramedics arrived on the scene. Alex left Nana Mama a message on her phone, and then contacted his best friend and partner on the force, John Sampson, who arrived soon after the paramedics lifted him onto the back of their ambulance. Terry stayed around to answer questions, but John had disappeared.

On the ride to the hospital, Alex wracked his brain trying to figure out who his lover Sasha really was. Had she set them all up for murder in one fell swoop? What had he done to warrant her plotting something like that? Or was someone else behind it? John vanished without a trace, and that seemed suspicious, but would he take a chance of getting wounded like that if he were part of the nefarious plot?

Alex closed his eyes.

The first chance he got, he was going to investigate the two men that were marked for death with him.

A.N.:

Giving y'all a taste now. I'll be working on adding updates in spring of 2025, so bookmark it! I have so much to write in other fandoms, lol! I haven't watched the series yet, but Aldis is that dude and I have been waiting to write something for him. So combining him with two other hot men is a treat!

#Alex Cross and the Heartbreak Brotherhood #Uzumaki Rebellion #Alex Cross Fanfiction #Terry Richmond Fanfiction #John Clark Fanfiction

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debussy42 · 28 days ago

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The Morning’s Embrace

just a small piece that stirs me enough to get out of bed in the mornings:’)

The air in the barracks was crisp with the promise of a new day. The sun had risen early, its soft light spilling through the frost-patterned windows, illuminating the faint wisps of breath that escaped from beneath the blankets. The fire in the hearth had long since burned out, leaving the room cool but not unkind, like the lingering touch of a winter breeze.

You woke slowly, the sunlight brushing across your face like a gentle hand. The quiet murmur of the world outside—distant bird calls and the faint shuffle of feet in the corridors—tugged you gently from sleep. You blinked, taking in the familiar shapes of the room: the wooden beams above, the neatly folded jacket at the foot of your bed, the soft rise and fall of someone’s breath across the room.

For a moment, you stayed there, suspended between sleep and wakefulness, savoring the rare quiet. But the cold wooden floor beckoned, and with a reluctant sigh, you swung your legs over the side of the bed, your toes curling against the chill.

In the common room, the remnants of yesterday’s fire still carried the faint scent of ash and wood. Sasha was already there, crouched by the hearth with a loaf of bread balanced precariously on the edge of a long stick. Her face was illuminated by the glow of the rekindled flames, her expression one of utter concentration.

You stifled a laugh as you walked in. “Is that breakfast?”

She turned to you, her eyes bright and unapologetic. “It’s survival,” she said, her voice muffled by the corner of the bread she was already nibbling. “The bread’s from last night—Jean said it was too hard to eat, but I call that a challenge.”

“Or a hazard,” you replied, sitting down across from her.

“Hazard, challenge, same thing,” she said with a grin, pulling the bread back just before it could catch fire.

The room smelled warm and inviting now, a blend of toasting bread and faint embers. You couldn’t help but feel a sense of comfort in the simplicity of it—Sasha’s focus, the quiet hum of the fire, the slow way the morning unfolded.

The door creaked open, and Jean trudged in, his hair a mess and his face wearing an expression of someone who’d woken up on the wrong side of the bed. “Why does the sun hate me?” he muttered, collapsing onto the nearest chair.

“Morning to you too,” you said, smirking.

“Morning?” he said, gesturing dramatically toward the window. “More like blinding.”

Connie appeared behind him, grinning ear to ear. “Aw, Jean’s grumpy again. Guess the world didn’t revolve around him while he was sleeping.”

“Shut up, Connie,” Jean shot back, though his heart clearly wasn’t in it.

You watched the exchange with amused detachment as they bickered over something inconsequential—whether Connie had stolen Jean’s blanket last night, or maybe whether Jean had stolen Connie’s first.

Sasha, now armed with her perfectly toasted bread, chimed in with her own teasing commentary. “If you two spent half as much energy training as you do arguing, you’d be unstoppable.”

Connie gasped in mock betrayal. “Sasha?”

Mikasa entered next, her movements as fluid and composed as ever. She glanced around the room, taking stock of the small chaos unfolding before her, and then wordlessly set a kettle on the fire. Her presence immediately shifted the tone—calmer, quieter.

“Good morning,” she said, her voice soft but firm, as if it were an invitation to start fresh.

Armin followed not long after, his hair slightly mussed and his expression pleasantly neutral. He greeted everyone with a polite nod before settling onto the floor with a small book tucked under his arm. “It’s a good day for reading,” he said, more to himself than anyone else.

“You always say that,” Connie pointed out, earning a small laugh from Armin.

“Because it’s always true,” Armin replied, opening his book.

It wasn’t until later, when the room had settled into a gentle hum of activity, that Levi appeared. His entrance was quiet, as always, his presence unassuming but commanding. He paused in the doorway, his sharp eyes scanning the room.

“Slacking off already?” he said, his tone dry but not unkind.

The room stilled briefly before everyone resumed their morning routines, muttering half-hearted excuses about needing a moment to wake up. But Levi’s gaze found you, and he gestured with a tilt of his head for you to follow him.

Outside, the air was sharp and bracing, the kind that woke you up in an instant. Levi stood by the edge of the training grounds, his hands tucked into his pockets, his posture relaxed but alert.

“You’re quieter than usual this morning,” he said without turning around.

You hesitated, unsure how to respond. “Just… taking it all in, I guess.

Levi nodded, his gaze fixed on the horizon. “It’s not a bad habit. Most people don’t stop to look at what’s in front of them.”

There was a pause, the kind that felt deliberate. Levi wasn’t one to waste words, but his silences often spoke louder than anything he said.

“Do you ever think about what mornings like this mean?” you asked suddenly, surprising even yourself.

He turned to you, his expression unreadable but his eyes thoughtful. “They mean we’re still here,” he said simply. “That’s enough.”

The weight of his words settled over you, grounding and reassuring in a way you hadn’t expected. He looked at you for a moment longer, as if trying to read something in your face, before nodding slightly and heading back toward the barracks.

The morning carried on, slow and unhurried, with the group gradually coming to life. Jean and Connie eventually made their peace, Sasha shared the last of her bread, and Mikasa and Armin fell into an easy rhythm of conversation.

And as you sat by the hearth, your mug warm in your hands and Levi’s words lingering in your mind, you couldn’t help but feel a quiet sense of gratitude—for the sunlight, for the stillness, and for the people around you who made mornings like this possible.

You glance back at Levi, wondering if he will ever come to join the group. Ruminating over his words, you feel a soft smile grace your lips as you soak in this moment around you.

“Mikasa, are you making tea?” You ask as you walk past her towards Armin, interest piqued by the book he’s reading.

Mikasa glances over her shoulder, her hands steady as she pours steaming water into a small teapot. “I am,” she replies softly. “Green tea. Do you want some?”

“I’d love some,” you say, the warmth in her offer adding to the coziness of the room. Mikasa nods once, her movements fluid and deliberate, as though every action is imbued with purpose.

You settle beside Armin, who barely looks up from his book as you approach, so absorbed is he in the pages. His lips are faintly parted, his brow furrowed in thought. You tilt your head to catch the title on the spine—“Essays on the Natural World.”

“Anything good in there?” you ask lightly, breaking the silence.

Armin startles, glancing up with wide blue eyes before relaxing into a soft smile. “Oh, good morning. It’s actually fascinating,” he says, lifting the book slightly. “This chapter is about migratory patterns. Did you know some birds navigate using the stars?”

Your interest is piqued, and you lean closer. “I didn’t. How do they do that?”

“It’s incredible,” he says, his excitement bubbling through. “Their instincts are so precise, but what’s even more interesting is how they adapt when conditions change. It’s this combination of innate guidance and learned behavior.”

The warmth of his enthusiasm is infectious, and you find yourself pulled into his quiet awe of the natural world. Sasha ambles over, nibbling on the last corner of her toasted bread.

“Birds and stars, huh?” she says, squatting down next to you both. “I mean, I guess that’s cool, but honestly, I just want to know how they find their way back to food.”

Armin chuckles softly. “That’s part of it too. Resource-driven navigation is a whole field of study.”

“I feel like Sasha would study it just to steal their tricks,” you tease, shooting her a grin.

Sasha grins back, unashamed. “Hey, survival is survival. If I could fly my way to a bakery, I wouldn’t even need you all anymore.”

“You’re not flying anywhere with that bread habit,” Jean says as he strides closer, his hair slightly neater than before but his perpetual exasperation intact.

“I’d outfly you, horseface,” Sasha retorts, her tone playful.

“Will you two ever stop?” Mikasa says, her voice cutting through the chatter with calm precision. She sets the teapot down on the table, steam curling like whispers of warmth in the air.

You take a cup gratefully, the ceramic warm against your hands. The taste is earthy and comforting, a quiet moment shared among friends.

As the room fills with soft conversation, you glance back toward the door, wondering if Levi might return. His absence lingers like a shadow, but not a heavy one. His words still echo faintly in your mind—“They mean we’re still here. That’s enough.”

The thought brings a soft smile to your lips. He’s not one for gatherings like this, you think, but his presence is always felt in quieter ways: a brief glance, a curt nod, a word that holds more weight than it seems.

“Mikasa, how do you always get this tea perfect?” you ask, turning back to her.

Mikasa shrugs modestly. “It’s just practice.”

Armin chimes in. “No, it’s more than that. Mikasa has a way of making even small things matter. Tea’s no exception.”

Her cheeks tint faintly pink, but she doesn’t respond, her usual stoic grace masking any embarrassment.

The group settles into a natural rhythm, with Connie trying—and failing—to best Jean in a game of cards, Sasha intermittently chiming in with advice that’s as questionable as it is entertaining. Armin reads aloud snippets from his book, drawing curious glances from Mikasa and occasional sarcastic commentary from Jean.

And through it all, the sunlight grows stronger, spilling over the table and onto the faces of the people around you. There’s a warmth here that doesn’t come from the tea or the fire—it’s the kind of comfort that only comes from being with people who make the weight of the world a little easier to bear.

As you sip your tea and watch them all, you can’t help but feel grateful for this moment, for this morning, for this group of misfits who have somehow become a family.

You look at Mikasa, smiling softly in an attempt to display your gratitude.

“Thank you, the tea is so warm and filling.” Wrapping your fingers around the tea cup, you use it as a feeble attempt to stave away the coldness creeping up to my fingers. You huddle further into my blanket in hopes of finding last moments of warmth before the day beckons you out. Humming thoughtfully, you look at Mikasa once again.

“Mikasa, do you mind if I pour an extra cup? I can think of a certain… Captain who would love the tea.” You chuckle lightly, already envisioning the Captain with his cup of tea that seems to be his sole means of company, if not for the occasional Erwin and Hange there to fill the silence.

Mikasa tilts her head slightly, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. “Of course. I’m sure Levi wouldn’t turn it down,” she says quietly, her voice steady but with a hint of amusement.

You nod, grateful for her understanding, and carefully pour an extra cup, letting the rich aroma waft upward. It’s funny, you think, how Levi—always so composed, so controlled—seems to soften with small things like this. Tea isn’t just fuel for him; it’s grounding, a brief moment to pause and be alone with his thoughts. You imagine him sitting there, back against the cool wall of the barracks, fingers curled around the warm ceramic, his eyes narrowing slightly as he sips, lost in thought.

You chuckle softly to yourself, already seeing it in your mind’s eye—the quiet, deliberate way he takes his tea, savoring the flavor and the warmth, more content in solitude than most. It’s strange, how something as simple as a cup of tea could feel so personal for someone like Levi.

“It might help him,” you murmur, mostly to yourself, though Mikasa picks up on it easily.

She nods slowly, her expression thoughtful. “Captain doesn’t like to rely on others… but sometimes, even he needs reminders.”

You look down at your own cup, your fingers gently circling the rim. The warmth is soothing, grounding. You can’t help but wonder what it might be like to offer something so simple and yet so meaningful—to bring a small moment of comfort to someone who rarely asks for it.

“Thank you,” you say again, your gratitude genuine as you glance at Mikasa, your smile softening. “For everything—this, and everything else.”

Mikasa regards you quietly, her dark eyes calm but perceptive. “You’ve been through a lot,” she says simply. “You deserve moments like this.”

And with that, you huddle deeper into your blanket, warmth spreading from your fingers to your chest, the lingering scent of tea filling the air. You hum softly, letting the moment stretch a little longer, a tiny oasis before the demands of the day pull you back into motion.

As you sit there, cup in hand, you can’t shake the thought of Levi, alone but not truly alone—holding that same fragile warmth you now feel in your own hands. Maybe, just maybe, something as simple as tea could bridge that quiet gap between solitude and connection.

You pause for a brief moment, your fingers tightening slightly around the two steaming cups. The warmth feels both comforting and slightly foreign against the chill creeping up your spine. The ache in your bones protests against standing, but the thought of Levi—alone up there, just as you expected—makes you take one deliberate step forward. You wrestle with the decision for a heartbeat longer. Would it really be such a disruption to his quiet, solitary space?

A small smile tugs at the corner of your mouth despite yourself. He’ll never let you live it down. You can already imagine the snide remarks, the sharp edge to his words when he’s forced to pull away from his thoughts, only to face you standing there with a cup in hand.

You shake your head slightly, stifling the quiet laugh bubbling at your throat, and gently step away from the warmth of the blanket cocoon. The cold air brushes against your skin, a stark contrast to the comfort you’ve just left behind. With each deliberate step forward, your eyes flick down the hall toward the top floor balcony—Levi’s usual spot. You know it well by now, a place where he often finds a small pocket of peace away from the chaos that usually surrounds everyone else.

Softening your steps, you tread lightly down the hallway, the clink of porcelain cups echoing slightly with each movement. The steam curls lazily from the two cups you carry, tendrils of warmth weaving upward and dissipating into the dim glow of morning. You pause for a moment, your fingers lingering slightly on the ceramic, the warmth grounding you before you continue.

But just as you reach the corner leading toward the balcony, you hear it—the familiar voices. Commander Erwin and Hange—their voices carried softly through the hall, mingling with the hum of conversation as they discuss something in low tones.

Your steps falter for just a heartbeat. You hadn’t anticipated running into them, and now the thought of barging into Levi’s space feels like it might be unnecessarily intrusive. You glance back toward the cozy scene you’ve just left—Mikasa, Armin, Sasha, Jean—those you’ve come to know so well. The warmth and laughter lingering in that room seem miles away from where you stand now.

But curiosity pulls at you. Is Levi really here this early in the morning? You bite your lip gently, unsure if you should continue. Still, you take a careful breath, then adjust your grip on the cups, moving slightly closer to the corner. Soft murmurs drift down the hallway, too low to make out clearly, though you can hear Hange’s usual infectious enthusiasm bubbling just beyond your reach.

With a quiet sigh, you gather your resolve and step forward again, light but steady, your gaze fixed ahead. You weave carefully past the corner, your attention momentarily drawn toward the sound—but soon, your eyes settle on something else entirely.

Levi.

He stands there, as expected, at the railing of the top floor balcony. His posture is straight, composed, but something about him—about this moment—feels different. The way he leans slightly against the stone, the subtle tension in his shoulders that betrays the usual air of calm. His fingers curl slightly around the railing, his gaze distant, lost in something only he sees.

You pause again for a heartbeat, two cups still clutched in your hands, warmth spilling into the space between you. It’s not the intrusion you had anticipated—he doesn’t seem annoyed, not yet at least. His dark eyes shift slightly, though he doesn’t move. You get the sense he feels your presence, even before you speak.

“Levi,” you say softly, your voice breaking the silence between you, hesitant but steady.

His head turns slightly at the sound, his gaze sharpening, though there’s no real irritation in his expression—just quiet acknowledgment. He studies you briefly, those dark eyes of his flicking from your face to the cups you hold out. The tension in his stance loosens slightly, though only barely.

“I brought you some tea,” you offer carefully, your tone soft, almost tentative, unsure if he’ll accept or brush it aside. The two cups in your hands are still warm, the steam curling in gentle spirals.

Levi’s lips press together for a moment, as though considering whether to dismiss your gesture outright, but eventually, his eyes soften slightly—just enough. Without a word, he takes the cup from you, his fingers grazing yours for the briefest moment. The gesture feels quiet, deliberate, though not uncomfortable.

“You think I need tea this early?” he mutters, his voice low but with a faint undertone of amusement—just enough to keep it from being entirely sarcastic.

You smile faintly, watching as he brings the cup to his lips, the warmth seeping into his fingers. “I thought you might appreciate it,” you reply gently, voice light but sincere. “Even you deserve a little quiet sometimes.”

He grunts softly in response, a subtle shift in his posture, though his gaze lingers on you for a beat longer—silent, contemplative. His expression is guarded, but something in his stance speaks to quiet gratitude. Not the kind he often shows outwardly, but enough to make you feel you’ve done something right.

You lean slightly against the stone railing next to him, letting the silence settle between you—an understanding, unspoken connection built on quiet moments like this. The sun filters through the soft morning light, casting a warm glow across the horizon, and you allow yourself to enjoy the moment—watching Levi in this rare, still moment.

He sips at the tea once more, his eyes drifting upward toward the distant sky. For once, there’s no edge to his expression—just a fleeting softness, something you rarely get to see.

It’s a reminder, you think to yourself, that even someone like Levi, who thrives on solitude, can find a quiet comfort in simple gestures—like tea, like shared silence—if only someone gives him the space to accept it. And maybe, just maybe, you’ve done enough to earn that space today.

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misguidedasgardian · 7 months ago

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Wild Cats (Part XI)

XI. Like animals

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Summary: The journey was getting rough

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Zombie apocalypse AU, living dead, zombies, guts, blood, guns, injures, angst, confrontation, these are idiots in love and they don’t know it!, might miss some warnings

+18, MINORS DNI

Notes: I feel like this is a filler chapter, but believe me, they have to be "up and running" by the time they get to Alexandria (Spoilers (?)). And things will get rougher later on jeje

You could barely look at Daryl

He had seen a lot of you, and his reaction was… not good, so now you avoid him as much as you could, like he was the plague. And to make matters worse? he seemed to be avoiding you too.

It was sad, you had gotten accustomed to his presence near you, it had begun to soothe you, to have him around, but… not anymore… you were terrified. You had crossed a line and you didn’t know how to go back, you might as well just flashed him. And you didn’t know how to go back to where you were… perhaps if you saw him in a compromising position…

You shook your head, feeling your cheeks heated

That might not help… As you found him devastatingly handsome

You believed you had lost your power, as he saw you in such a… vulnerable position.

And to make things worse? he looked away like he was horrified of the very sight

You were no beauty queen but you never thought of yourself so horrifying as to draw that reaction from him

Now you were feeling self-conscious in the damn apocalypse.

You looked at the women in the group… Maggie, Rosita, Sasha, Tara… they were stunning, model material. You got the luck to be in the same group as women that look like they just stoped rolling a fucking movie… And then there was you… that had Daryl turning away at your almost naked sight

You drew a shaky breath

You felt so embarrassed you wanted to cry

You felt so ashamed, well it wasn’t your fault, you had been careless, and he saw you in that way, but he reacted so poorly, you found him so devastatingly handsome, and he looked away from you in horror….

So, to distract yourself, you watched them all walking ahead of you, Daryl had taken an alternative route, to hunt or to do who knows what. Lucky for you. So you tried to think about something else… anything else really

You could tell the group was a bit reluctant to leave the little paradise you had found, but you took everything that might serve you, marked it real good on a map, thinking you might come back, and then, you left after three days there.

Against all odds you were not more energetic, you were in fact more… tired… like you had ran out of hope this was going to get better than what you found there. Beth’s and Noah’s excitement was not as contagious as they believe it was, it wore off quite quickly. But they were leading the group on the way to Noah’s home

What if it was outrun by the dead?

You believed this was a thought that was in all of their minds, but nobody dared to say it outloud.

You kept walking, since you couldn’t find any cars nearby, or anywhere

Your feet were bleeding, a couple of blisters torturing your steps. You always liked walking… but not like this.

And your hypoglycemic rage returned quicker than you thought.

A chain was only as strong as his weakest link, and you couldn’t be the weakest link, so you just kept your mouth shut and kept walking.

You couldn’t believe your boots were betraying you like this, you couldn’t believe you had abandoned those houses, after you found water and food and comfortable beds for everyone. You slept in a kid’s room, but still. With Daryl across the hallway, and Carol in the other room next to yours. You still managed to get a bit of sleep, even with such unlikely bedfellows

In your road-daze, you began to detach from Daryl, from whatever it was it was forming between you, you started to “mourn” him, he did not show any intentions of pretending he didn’t see anything three days ago, and besides that, Carol was lurking about like a hawk, and she had shown clear signs of hating your guts, and he was completely devoted to her, so yeah… you would be better off getting away from Daryl as fast as you could

you didn’t even notice when Rick was walking right beside you

“Why don’t you go and find Daryl?”, he asked

“I don’t wanna”, you said quickly, without even thinking, Rick looked at you weirdly

“You are the one that always seems to find Daryl the quickest”, he said simply. You did not want to seem like a spoiled child, but you couldn’t help but feel like one when Rick spoke to you sometimes, you didn’t understand it, the reason behind it.

“I’ll check the surroundings”, you said convinced, going into the forest

“He went the other way!”, you heard at your back.

It was colder in the woods, something you appreciated, you separated from the group not to find Daryl, but to see if you could find something interesting like he was doing

If you wanted to “separate” from the archer you started thinking that you must find a way to learn to hunt, you needed to get a hold of a bow or something, but again, one of the ones that could help you… was him

In your view, this wasn’t a good idea, you were going to need twice as fast if you wanted to take a lap and reach the group further on, and you were walking away from them almost in a straight line… You weren’t good at this, what if you got lost?

So you started walking in a parallel line as the road

The softer terrain gave you a bit of a relief on your poor feet

The woods were so beautiful like this, in this autumn light, and calm, with no walkers on sight, and just the soft sounds of the wind going through the trees, it was beautiful.

Soon, you reached a clearing, when the sunlight passed uninterrupted

It was like a fairy trap, the light wans the colors where breathtaking, soon, as your eyes adjusted and you took everything in with a deep breath… there he was… like a vision. The wings on his vest had seen better days, but he, in all his glory, was placed in that scenery like he had been painted there, a fallen angel, dropped to earth in the middle of the apocalypse.

All the things you had thought about him just flew out of your mind, like they were carried away by the winds, you did not want to avoid him, you did not want to separate from him, you wanted him near you, like he had been the last weeks and since you met him.

“Why are you always lurking around?”, he asked when he heard your steps, he didn’t even need to look at you to see it was you. He broke the spell as soon as it was casted by you, and soon you came to the realization of what you were thinking about him before… the bubble burst.

“Rick send me, he wanted to make sure you were alright”, you said softly, he only mumbled something and kept walking

“I’m sorry”, you blurred out, you didn’t want him to walk out on you, you didn’t

“For what?”, he asked grumpily, turning towards you

“The other day, I didn’t check the room, and I as well flashed you…”, it made no sense, your apology

He turned away from you, annoyed, giving you a sense that you might be onto something for apologizing

“I feel like I ruined something”, you explained, walking towards him. You weren’t that close, but you liked the dynamic you had set in between the both of you

“Ya didn't”, he said, without even turning to face you

“You can’t even look me in the eye”, you said, trying to reach him, “I don’t want things to be awkward between us…”, You saw how his shoulders tense when he felt you behind him, and then as he took a long exasperated breath, they lowered.

“Of all the remaining women in the world, why did it have to be you!?”, he asked

“Hey!”, you whined, “why the drive by?”, he grunted, he finally released you, grabbing his hair in exasperation

“Why can’t you understand it!?”, he asked, as he was frustrated with you, and apparently, with the situation at hand. He finally turned to you, eliminating the distance between you, you didn’t even move, he placed his hands on the side of your face, you believed he tried to cradle your cheeks but they were so big they covered the side of your face almost completely. As his blue eyed looked at you, he wasn’t angry, he seemed frustrated. You must have looked a bit scared, as he released you, lowering his hand down to your shoulders

“Explain me then”, you said softly, this is the second time he had said this to you

He couldn’t hold it any longer, he eliminated the distance between you, cradling your face on his big hands, he leaned in and trapped your mouth with his. He devoured you, consumed you, that is how it felt like….

“I wanna to fuck you so bad I became an asshole”, he mumbled against your lips.

“Fuck me then”, you answered back.

Daryl shook his head, wiping those dirty thoughts of you

You were standing there, waiting for hsi answer

“I…”, he had to say something, or you would walk away, he already realized you were avoiding him, as he was you.

He looked into your eyes, his stance relaxed, his gaze softened…

“I….”, he sounded like an idiot, he thought, he couldn’t say a coherent word, “I don’ understand it maself”, he mumbled. You were going to walk away, he truly believed you would… But you stayed put, you were truly curious

You shook your head

“I have done nothing but try to be as helpful and useful as I can”, you said angrily, “I don’t deserve to be treated like this, not by you, or by anyone!”, you demanded.

And there you were, walking away from him.

You didn’t have to listen to this madness, you didn’t need to. You didn’t understand this either, what was this about? Why would he say that to you?

But soon, you felt his big warm hand grabbing your forearm

“Don wanna make it weird”, he said, you looked back at him, he seemed truly concerned, maybe he didn’t know what he felt or thought, as did you… you felt something towards him, something more than finding him wildly handsome… something else…

“Me neither”, you offered, your body relaxing onto his hold, “I care for you Daryl”, you managed to admit, almost encouraging him, to ease him

“Yeah, me too”, he said finally, “I care about ya”, you both let out long breaths, “maybe that’s why I’m an asshole with ya”, he admitted then, “I don’t want ya getting hurt or bitten”

You smiled

“I’ll do better then”

“Ya, mee too”, when he released your arm, your fingers touched, it was a second, a single second, and it gave you goosebumps all over… a soft tingling remained in the tips.

“Let’s go back to the group”, you suggested softly

Rick was actually surprised when you showed up with the archer, as you too thought he wasn’t going to return with you. You were conflicted now, you as much wanted to jump the ship, but one simple word from him made you want to stick around him even more.

And you kept walking… and walking, and walking

Hours turn to days, threatening to turn to weeks, you couldn’t find anything good enough like the ones you found, only runned down stores and almost destroyed houses… and no working cars

You didn’t know if this was a good omen or bad.

You were sitting around a fire at night, youw ere speaking to Tara and Rosita, when Daryl returned from his small hunting expedition

He catches you staring, so you only smile at him. He took it as a sign, and sat by your side

“How was your lap?”, you asked him, smiling widely at him, he stared at you, with his serious face, nad nodded

“Good”, it’s the only thing he said, but he seemed relaxed, so you felt happy. “Found somethin”

“What is it?”, you asked

“A big warehouse”, he said simply.

“Why didn’t you take us?”, you asked. You looked all over the group, you had found a run down cabin, but big enough for the whole set of you.

“We are all tired”, he said simply, “Don’t know what in there”

“Good point”, you whispered.

His presence by your side gave you warmth, against the cool autumn evening,

After that pseudo confession of yours, your relationship, or whatever it was… was better, he didn’t snap at you anymore, he was kinder, and in turn, that made you more relaxed, more focused, you didn’t go around tripping and making mistakes.

He seemed… happy and content, you often catched yourself watching him, taking care of all the group, he was always vigilant, of everybody, or at least, his old group

He seemed to be the one that was always constant on his mood, and quiet optimism.

The rest of the group? not so much

Rick was only holding on for his kids, but you could tell he was hanging by a thread, the fear of being adrift in the middle of the rise of the dead, with nowhere to go, not knowing what will appear before you.

Adn Carl… snapped often at his father, but remained close to the thick of the group, always.

And the tensions amongst the group where growing thick

Abraham was a ticking time bomb, the deceit had hit him HARD, as he had made this his life mission and apparently, they had lost a bunch of people on their trip, so he was taking it hard. Rosita tried to cool him down and as far from Eugene as possible, even though it was strange, you kept seeing them as a unit.

Sasha was taking the loss of Bob pretty hard, and you understood her, to find someone in the end of the world to have him taken from you. But she had Tyresse, her brother, he was still here, and he, was proven to be the heart of the group

He tried to keep it together, and his calmness was washing over the rest of you. He called himself a pacifist who hasn’t killed anyone and didn't want to, he hardly killed walkers too.

Beth and Noah where as good as teenagers, they drifted off occasionally, wide-eyed and being optimists… weirdly… so was Maggie and Glenn, who believed themselves to be lucky, as they found one another again, against all odds, in this sick world we live in, they tried to keep it together, as if they were in their own bubble.

Carol and MIchone… where Carol and Michonne… very vigilant, nothing ever scaped them, always on guard for possible dangers…

Tara, as well as you, didn’t quite got where you fit into all of these, in fact, you often wondered

Gabriel was being… odd, as he used to be. You didn’t have anything against priests, but this one… you did not like at all, you didn’t trust him, and it seemed like he didn’t even want to be here in the first place, so you didn’t understand what he was doing here. He seemed to believe you were the worst kind of people alive, he looked at you like you were… devils walking the earth or something.

You were a colorful bunch.

“What do you think is in DC?”, you asked Daryl quietly, for nobody to hear but himself

“Dunno”, he answered back, “Somethin better”, he said, with a bit of hopefulness in his voice. You looked at him, his face lit up by the flames of the small bonfire you had set, his sharp eyes almost hidden by his hair.

You were all tired of fighting, of walking, of not knowing what was going to happen the next day, if you were going to find food or not… iif Daryl could hunt enough squirrels to feed you all.

Even you, even if you had the archer by your side, were a bit scared… of not knowing… What if DC was a huge hole after someone nuked it? What if it was gone? What if the only ones left were the dead and that is where you were heading? A huge trap.

The road had let you fall into your own head, thing you had tried to avoid in the damn apocalypse, when to had to kill things that used to be humans to survive… but now it was inevitable, you were retracing your own steps in your mind, even going as far as to start thinking about your family… in a whole another continent… You were starting to regret… and that could not be.

You shook where you stood. Daryl seemed to notice

“Ya alrigh?”, he asked

“Yeah”, you muttered, but the only thing you could think of was your family. If they made it, if they are alright… some of them need meds for living…

You sat there, in a comfortable silence, until it was your time to catch a bit of sleep

The next day… you found two cars in that warehouse…

PCN: Sorry if I'm dragging this along... but like I said.... were are laying the base for them 🤍 For someone to knock them down HAHAHA

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marvelmusing · 1 year ago

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Family Jewels

Pairing: Aleksander Morozova x Fem!Reader (Modern AU)

Summary: Aleksander gives you a gift which you struggle to accept. Luckily, he is more than happy in his attempts to convince you.

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“I was thinking,” Aleksander says in a low voice, curling an arm around your waist as he joins you on the balcony of his penthouse.

“Oh no,” you remark with a teasing smile. “Should I be worried?”

“Quiet,” he scolds you playfully.

His stubble scrapes lightly against your skin as he turns his face into the crook of your neck. The sound of him inhaling deeply has you sighing alongside him, and you can feel the tension leaking out of his body.

A gentle kiss is dropped onto your bare shoulder, exposed by his hand as he slips the side of your bathrobe down to reveal your bare skin. He places a velvet box in front of you, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“For you,” he murmurs when you frown.

He continues to kiss the side of your face, moving down to your neck and shoulder as you smooth your fingers over the luxurious texture of the box. His next words are spoken against your skin between kisses.

“As I was saying-” A kiss to the spot beneath your ear. “I thought we might go somewhere, this week.” His nose traces down the curve of your neck, his lips dropping kisses leisurely. “Somewhere warm, where I can keep you in bed all day.”

His words, no matter how enticing they are, evaporate from your mind the moment you open the box.

“This is your grandmother’s necklace,” you state.

His voice remains a low murmur.

“Yes. I made a few adjustments to ensure it will fit perfectly.”

“It’s-”

Overwhelmed, you look down at the simple silver chain currently encircling your throat which you had bought for yourself. It had been inexpensive, a necklace for everyday use. Initially, you had thought it was pretty, but in comparison to Aleksander’s gift it feels like a piece of jewellery for a little girl. Childish.

“Do you know how much money this necklace cost me?” you ask him.

He glances down at the cheap necklace, a grimace flickering over his features as he observes the brittle imitation metal and the tiny fake gems littered along the chain.

“I wouldn’t like to say.”

You swat at his arm.

“You’re such a snob.”

He laughs, painfully sweet and boyish as he smiles at you and you shake your head at the absurdity of owning such an expensive necklace.

“I can’t wear this, Aleksander.”

He shakes his head at you, lifting the necklace out of the plush cushioned inside of the box.

“It’s quite a simple clasp mechanism, you should be able to manage it.” The soft condescension in his tone makes your stomach flip. “Though you know I’m always happy to dress you.”

“Sasha-”

“I want you to have it.”

He removes your own necklace, placing it gently in the now empty box, taking care despite the displeasure previously directed at the accessory. Then he drapes his grandmother’s diamond necklace across your collarbones.

The metal is cool against your skin and you can feel the subtle weight of the necklace on your chest. Tentatively, you trace your fingertips over the glistening gems, scared to dirty such a beautiful piece of jewellery with your fingers. Even with the clasp secured, you continue to protest,

“This is a family heirloom. You had to buy this necklace from a museum a few years ago - I saw it on the news.”

“And if I did?” he argues. “It is far better around your neck than sitting unused in a safe. Don’t you agree?” He smiles, pulling your body further into his embrace when you hesitate to answer him. “I know you do, milaya.”

A reluctant smile begins to tug at the corner of your lips and you tilt your head back to look at his face as you narrow your eyes at him.

“Stop appealing to my rational side.”

He grins.

“Fine. I will change my strategy.”

“To what?”

“Well,” he begins, tilting his head aside as he ponders your question. “I could be sentimental, and tell you that there is no one else on this earth that I would want to give this to more than you.”

“Sasha,” you whisper, voice wavering with emotion.

He traces his knuckle along the underside of your jaw, tilting your head back slightly so that your eyes remain locked on his.

“And if that doesn’t work, I will carry you inside, strip you of everything but this necklace, and kiss every inch I can see.”

“Aleksander.”

Amusement sparkles in his eyes.

“Did the sentiment work?”

Tilting your head aside, you feign contemplation.

“It was very sweet,” you admit with a soft smile which turns coy as you add, “But I think I need a little more convincing.”

“You do?”

You nod.

“Yes.”

He straightens himself determinedly, his gaze hungry as he looks over your body.

“Very well then.”

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Puppy Love 2

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We continue with this adorable mess. Nobody can resist the puppies. Price has a soft side.

Warnings: Cuteness overload.

Word count: 1.3k

Eventual John Price x f!reader

Two weeks later, Gaz once again made his way to Price's office.

This time, Price saw the keys and huffed. "Puppies again?"

"Yup. Four weeks old now, their eyes are open." Gaz couldn't contain his grin if he wanted to. Fortunately he didn't want to.

Price chuffed. "Alright, let's go," he agreed, getting to his feet.

Gaz couldn't stop grinning all the way out to the car.

"And where are you two off to?" Soap shouted after them.

"Puppies!" Gaz yelled back before hopping in the car. Price just sighed and muttered something about children.

Gaz waited until they were most of the way there to make his move. He had eyes, he’d seen how Price had looked at her last time. “Didn’t see another car at her place.”

Price grunted, leveling a suspicious look at Gaz. “And?”

Gaz shrugged, carefully avoiding looking at his Captain. “Just seemed like she liked talking to you, ‘s all.” He parked the car and hopped out. That was all he’d wanted to do - plant the seed.

Now to see if it took.

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Sasha started barking as soon as someone knocked on the door, and you huffed. You had her locked in your office again (you still didn’t know how she’d jumped the damn fence) so at least you didn’t have to worry about one dog.

“Coming!” You struggled for a moment to step over the baby gate you’d set up to keep the pups contained before walking quickly to the door. Kyle and John stood on the step once again, both men looking eager. “Hi! Come on in. You’ve got good timing, the puppies are awake.”

“They driving you mental yet?” Kyle asked as he stepped past you.

“Not yet, but it won’t be long,” you agreed with a little laugh, shutting the door after John. “Watch your step going in, I can open the gate if you want. I usually just step over.” You demonstrated, carefully wiggling your foot around on the other side of the gate to find unoccupied floor space. The puppies were not fast at four weeks old, but they were rolling around and investigating everything.

Especially feet. Just in case toes were tasty.

“No, little one,” you scolded a puppy, bending over to scoop her up into your arms. “Toes are not for nibbling on.”

Taking pity on the two men eyeing the floor as if it were covered in land mines, you took a moment to scoop up a couple more puppies. “Better hurry, I can’t hold them forever,” you said, taking a couple steps back to give them room.

Kyle was the first to take you up, stepping over the gate and finding a spot out of the way to sit on the floor. The puppies immediately started over to him, curious about this new person. John was a bit slower but he came over as well. Although he stood next to you rather than join Kyle on the floor.

“What will happen to the last puppy? Unless someone’s claimed it by now?” John asked quietly.

“Oh, I’ll keep it. Sometimes someone wants a puppy a little older, 12 or 16 weeks, which is fine. Or if nobody wants it, I’ll either keep it or find it a home with people in my breeder circle.” You shrugged. “The puppy will be loved and taken care of no matter what.”

John nodded slowly, watching you carefully. There was something soft about the set of his mouth, something almost sad in his eyes. “Lucky puppy.”

You smiled gently. “Everyone deserves a bit of softness,” you murmured, looking down at the puppies. The stubborn girl had come back to nibble your toes again, and you sighed with reluctant amusement. “Even little menaces.” You stooped and scooped her up again, holding her up to eye level. “Chew on someone else for a while, you little brat.”

And then you handed the puppy off to John.

John looked a bit panicked at first before he held the puppy close to his chest, cradling her carefully. She started sniffing around his neck before she laid fully against him and closed her eyes with a little whuffle.

“Atta girl,” he murmured gently, barely daring to move. “Good pup. Nap time, is it? Much better than chewing on me.”

And you? You melted. He was too damn cute holding the puppy like that, voice soft and rich. Oh this was dangerous. This was very dangerous.

(Unknown to the both of you, Gaz was sneaking pictures of more than just the puppies and planning.)

“She wore herself out,” you murmured, looking down to check on the rest of the puppies. Three of them had flopped over near Kyle, also worn out, while one was attempting to climb into his lap. The last two had gone back to Lola for a nice snack.

“I can see why these guys are popular.” John’s voice was soft still. You made the mistake of looking at him and found him smiling softly down at the puppy still cradled against his chest. Your own heart clenched at the sight. “Awful cute.”

“That’s their saving grace,” you quipped. “Otherwise they’d never survive to adulthood.”

He chuckled, low and rumbling. “That so?”

“Oh yes. Puppies are menaces. The cutest menaces, but still menaces.” You huffed. “I still have scars from Sasha.”

His gaze fixed on you, more intent now. “Did she chew on you?”

“Told you she was a mouthy puppy.” You shrugged. She’d gotten over it and was a mostly good girl now.

John nodded once and then looked at Kyle, who was busy cooing nonsense to the puppy in his arms. “Yours better behave,” he grumbled, though even you could see it was just grumbling.

“Don’t look at me, Cap,” Kyle said, flashing a grin. “I’m gonna train him up right.”

“You can also get puppy safe chews and toys,” you added, though you did file away the form of address to puzzle over later. “That works pretty well to keep ‘em from chewing through your things, at least.”

“You have recommendations?” Kyle looked at you with a hopeful smile, and you chuckled.

“I’ll text them to you.”

“Cheers.” He went back to petting the now fast asleep puppy.

These two men were far too cute with the pups. Honestly, it was making your heart ache, reminding you of just how alone you sometimes felt. But you hid it behind an easy smile, giving the two men time to just relax and bond with the puppies.

Eventually, though, Kyle stood. All the puppies were sound asleep now in a pile.

“When do I get to pick mine?” he asked you quietly.

“Six weeks. Seven at the latest, although that’s pushing it a bit. By six weeks, you’ll be able to see more personality.” You smiled. “And then you can take yours home at eight weeks, no sooner.”

“Yes ma’am.” Kyle grinned at you. “Guess I’ll be back in two weeks, then.”

“Good. Looking forward to it.” You smiled, glancing at John. You weren’t quite brave (or pushy) enough to ask if he would be there, too. Instead you just walked them to the door.

And if your gaze lingered on Price as he got into the car, well… Nobody needed to know.

–

Gaz sent the picture he’d sneakily taken earlier to Soap, because someone else needed to see this shit too.

Who is Cap looking at like that???

The dog breeder. She’s right cute. They’ve been talking.

?!?!?! GIVE ME DETAILS MAN

Gaz laughed to himself as he leaned back in his bunk to text the saga so far to Soap. He’d known he wasn’t wrong.

#puppy love #john price x reader #john price x you #f!reader

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natsuki208 · 3 months ago

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The 104th Squad’s reactions to fireworks! 🎆

Happy Guy Fawkes Night, guys! And here’s a little something for you in case you don’t celebrate it.

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Eren - He’s okay with them, except when he’s trying to sleep in early, they can get irritating fast.

Mikasa - Does not see/hear them often, but does attend watching with her friends during occasions.

Armin - Poor boy was frightened by them as a child, but overtime he grew to get use to them.

Jean - He always wanted to try launching some of his own but his mother told him not to until he’s 30.

Marco - All the bright colors brings a smile to him and his little sister, but often wears earmuffs.

Connie - Very reluctant on the loud bangs, in fact, some of his friends joke that he may be tone-deaf.

Sasha - Her family launches them some years, and might’ve one time tried to cook food with a sparkler.

Historia - During festivals, which her sister would take her to, they smile from ear to ear together.

Ymir - Whenever her girlfriend is around, she can enjoy anything with loud noises. Might set one off herself.

Annie - Never paid attention to them as a child, still doesn’t really… or at least that’s how she appears to.

Reiner - Is the one who invites his friends over to watch some cool displays every year, for comfort.

Bertholdt - Is the one who stays silent throughout the displays for he is in awe of such coloful beauty.

#attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #eren jaeger #mikasa ackerman #armin arlert #jean kirstein #marco bodt #connie springer #sasha braus #historia reiss #ymir aot #annie leonhart #reiner braun #bertholdt hoover #aot headcanons #modern au #fireworks #I love them being happy

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heavenisaplaceonearth-with-you · 28 days ago

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♡ intro post 2.0 (finally) ♡

hello! (again)

i'm anastasia, feel free to call me nastya. i just felt the need to write this because my old intro post is very outdated on information since i kinda...uh...am dating my ex teacher.

ANYWAY! basic rundown:

old men: no.

blogs that are only nsfw: no.

people who hate on other people for no reason: no.

lana del rey: yes.

chocolate: yes.

figure skaters: yes!! (unless you can land a triple axel then i'm jealous i won't speak to you)(jk)

anyone who would like to rant about their tc (or literally anything i'm bored literally dm me what you're eating for lunch i need entertainment): yes

now here's the cast:

me; the drama queen. i'm half russian on my dad's side. my parents passed away when i was young and i was in foster care until i turned 18. now i'm at uni and pretty much on my own except for K. i'm 19 and a reluctant CS major.

K; he was my math teacher in high school and is now my boyfriend. he's divorced with two kids. he's 46. i love him more than anything in the whole wide world.

M; comp sci prof! we're giving him a code name now bc i have such a love hate relationship with him we're very enemies to disgruntled associates to "okay fine you're kinda cool" coded and it's very funny

finn; my best friend. kind of insane. very smart. way too observant for his own good. also a cs major him and me are M's children. it's genuinely like "oh but i thought you hate us" "i do but did you eat today"

sasha; my other best friend, goes to a different uni but we always hang out. we went to school together and she shipped K and me; she's currently the only person irl who really knows we're together. i mean finn kinda knows but finn is also an oblivious adorable puppy when it comes to relationships.

the coffee guy; the coffee guy from the dining hall he gave me a coffee while i was crying and now he's one of my favorite people

#teacher crush community #tc crush #teacher attachment #tccblr #teacher crush #teacher love

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melishade · 2 months ago

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Okay, due to pop culture nostalgia (and the great fact that Peter Cullen’s brother served in Vietnam) hear me out; Rambo-First Blood movie but with Optimus Prime (human hologram) as Col Sam Trautman and Survey Corps (Armin, Eren, Levi, etc) being in John Rambo’s shoes

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Optimus: God didn't make (any characters from Survey Corps), I made him.

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(Survey Corps breaking down from their untreated PTSD) “…Every day it hurts! Sometimes I wake up and don't know where I am! I don't talk to anybody! Sometimes a day. Sometimes a week….I can't put it out of my mind”

Optimus: (dark shadows almost hiding his eyes as he gives them a hug)

I mean, I've done stuff like this quite a few times in the story. Here's an example from chapter 42:

Connie looked at the Prime. “Do we…have to forgive Bertholdt for what he did? Because of his circumstance?”

Optimus shook his head. “No.”

The Survey Corps looked at Optimus in surprise.

“You are under no obligation to forgive Bertholdt Hoover for the crimes he has committed against you, and the wrongs and misdeeds that he has done,” Optimus answered, “Those are crimes that can never be atoned for so easily. You are; however, allowed to grieve. You are allowed to grieve for the one you once called friends, or the lives of the people he has taken. That does not make you weak, or a traitor of your own people. It only makes you all the more human.”

The Survey Corps were surprised at the words. Was this validation? Validation for their emotions? Everyone heard a quiet gasp of someone trying to hold their breath. They all turned and were surprised to see Mikasa beginning to cry as she buried her face in her scarf. She began to hiccup as she covered her eyes.

“I’m so sorry,” Mikasa apologized, “I’m so sorry.”

“Mikasa...,” Sasha stared with a sad expression.

“I want…I want my mom,” Connie spoke as he covered his eye and his own tears began to fall, “Mom…,”

Jean tried so hard to hold back his own tears, but he began swearing as his tears hit the ground. Sasha moved to hug Connie while she cried over Bertholdt. She grabbed Jean and pulled him in, despite his reluctance. Armin rested his head on Mikasa shoulder and cried silently. Mikasa took his hand and held it tightly.

Optimus saw that Eren had his head low, and that blue tears were hitting his clenched his fists.

“Why?” Eren whispered, “Why is the world like this? I just wanted…I just…”

Eren couldn’t form words, ashamed of what he wanted to stay. He couldn’t say anything to Optimus. Optimus deactivated the holoform and transformed into his bipedal mode. He gently scooped up the six of them in his servos, startling them.

“If you want to, I can reactivate the holoform,” Optimus said.

Eren rested his head on Optimus’ digit. “It’s fine.”

The Survey Corps continued to cry and comfort one another. Optimus held them close to his chest, letting them feel the warmth of his spark. The downside of the humans was that he couldn’t use his E.M. field to show his comfort, but he hoped that this was enough.

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shoggoth-the-bitch · 13 days ago

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I just realized I never described how I pictured all the characters looking in their monster forms in this post.

Jon is large, vaguely owl looking in appearance, with eyes dotting his feathers. His feathers are mostly a sort of dusty brown but there's also a lot of grey because this man is so very stressed. The eyes sometimes glow green but only when he's using his powers or really upset.

He was changed at a very young age but it's been so long for him that he often lies and claims he was born to this life. No one questions it but there are some that can't help but doubt him.

Elias/Jonah is similar to Jon, though his form is looks much more like a peacock and is much smaller, closer in size to human body. He's elegant, with a lot of greens and blues, constantly preening and always watching with the many eyes he's covered in.

He was born to this life and had been alive for so long that he's actively had to change his identity more than once.

Sasha is a living marionette. Carved out of very dark wood, with ball joints and hair made of yarn that she occasionally changes out depending on the look she's feeling that day.

She was painstakingly crafted and then given life. In this way she is unmistakably recognized as a naturally born monster, though she is also in many ways a created monster.

Tim is a lycanthrope. Thick, dark fur with amber eyes and a lot of muscle when he finds himself drawn to hunt. His teeth and claws are equally intimidating too, though he normally puts on a front, carrying himself with the demeanor of a golden retriever.

He was changed by members of the circus. Tim watched them change his brother, much to his horror, before he was also infected. Unlike Danny, he ran. His confusion and terror made him into a beast, which he still has a hard time handling.

Martin starts this story human but eventually he asks Jon to change him and after a great deal of reluctance, he finally does. His monstrous form is a massive minotaur, with a lot of ginger fur and large horns.

He's self conscious about his new form at first but Jon is absolutely smitten and finds him adorable.

#tma #the magnus archives #tma monster au #long post

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prongsmydeer · 23 days ago

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Things I Kept Thinking About While Watching Pacific Rim (2013):

It's crazy that there are only two female pilots when the entire premise of Jaeger Pilots is a capacity for intellectual and emotional vulnerability with each other. I feel like you are way more likely to come across women who are skilled in doing that than men

I thought at some point they might return to why the Jaeger pilots were being defunded, considering it was by far their most efficient way of dealing with the Kaiju. I understand that if the film is taken as an allegory for climate change, that move represents a form of environmental nihilism, but the metaphor kind of falls short when the same nations they're representing are also deeply militaristic. The more likely outcome than rerouting resources away from a military operation, would probably be the alliance itself falling apart? I think if the film had used that premise, it would more strongly contrast with why the Jaeger rebellion, which persistently believes in the power of cooperation, empathy, and collective action, is the best solution

I did appreciate the detail that most people defaulted to their first language in times of trouble (Mako speaking in Japanese during her fight, Sasha and Alexis speaking in Russian during theirs, etc.) or when they wanted to communicate privately (like Mako commenting on Raleigh when she thought he wouldn't understand) and I think that helped the movie to expand beyond an American War Movie

On that note, I feel like what the movie lacked in strength of dialogue (often feeling very American War Movie), it more than made up for in interesting world-building and character dynamics. The idea that Stacker knew Mako should be a pilot, but was reluctant to put her and Raleigh in the same Jaeger, due to their mutual Kaiju trauma, was so interesting. The concept of drift compatibility, very cool. The concept of the rapid technological evolution of Jaegers from analog (nuclear) to digital, with both of them having clear drawbacks, very cool. Even just the concept of Raleigh being one of the only established pilots to be completely and utterly willing to let any stranger in his head. I feel like I could think about this movie for hours

Truly, they breezed past the dinosaur thing. Nobody even questioned it!!! What do you mean, the dinosaurs were a trial run? They really needed a paleontologist on their research team

#ayesha says things #pacific rim #long post #films #pacific rim meta #?#i really need a tag for my media thoughts LOL #media thoughts #maybe just that

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hurrakka · 11 months ago

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Sasha getting adopted by a shabby tan stray kitty after the events of Damnation, that reminds him very much of that scrappy American with the gorgeous blue eyes. It sits in his lap every day as he wheels himself to the school building each morning. As if silently cheering on his efforts as he struggles up the daunting slope, it kneads against his lap and purrs affectionately. Tired and breathless, Sasha sets the brakes on his wheels and offers the scruffy little guy a gentle pet to his head. It takes a week, but after mentally calling the cat Leon in his mind, he starts beckoning to it aloud by that name. The cat seems to delight in this newfound moniker and purrs louder, almost as obnoxious as the enthusiastic declarations of his wild American.

Sasha takes great care in tending to the scrappy little feline. He discovers shortly after taking it in, while he gives it a proper bath, that it is littered in the marks of many past fights. It fears very little and clings to his arm when he indulges it's greedy demands for attention.

Weeks go by and Sasha finds this new feline friend helps ease the painful loneliness he was left in, in the aftermath of his losses. Even when that mad American had to go at the summons of his own government, Leon had looked at him with such lost eyes, reluctant to leave his bedside in the hospital. Sasha doesn't remember much of that parting except for that apologetic look and the feel of a warm hand overlapping his fingers.

Now, as he burrows those same fingers into the thick silky fur of his new little companion, he silently imagines this was what it may feel like to run his hands through the agent's hair. The comforting weight of the cat resting upon his chest as he goes to sleep each night, the threat of nightmares thwarted briefly by the steady purring presence nestled over his heart. He imagines Leon's head resting in the cat's place. He shines, and he clings tighter to the comforts the cat brings him because he knows he can never have the man he actually craves to hold in his arms again.

He tells himself this harsh truth night after agonizing night as he wakes from nightmares of the screech of lickers and the burning pain of parasites wrapped around his spine. Of the heavy thundering footfalls of super tyrants and the distant gunfire of dying resistance fighters slowly being drawn to a terrifying silence.

The cat greets him, with a fuzzy face pressed against his cheek as that steady rumble of purring and soft paws knead his chest, trying to calm the jack rabbit pulse of his heart skipping painfully against his ribcage. Sasha calls out the agent's name, with tearful eyes and a choked off voice strangling each sound. Leon the cat answers with a mrrp, and continues to comfort the war weary man.

Months go by, and Sasha's yearning for companionship has been numbed by the busy schedules of school life and the rejuvenating smiles of his students eagerly attending his classes every day. The cat has quickly become a fixture in his classroom, always seated in his lap as Sasha scratches chalk across the blackboard as he details that weekend's homework for his students. He is almost finished when the cat leaps away from his lap in a sudden surge of activity only previously seen when pouncing upon unsuspecting mice.

"Leon!" Sasha cries out, alarmed by the bolting flash of golden fur. The classroom door swung open in his peripheral as the teacher tries to redirect his chair to face the fleeing feline. His quiet curse goes silent in his tongue, knowing better than to utter such words aloud in front of the children. His eyes fix on the figure of a man who dared to disrupt his class without even bothering to have the courtesy of knocking first. The snap of a reprimand balances on his tongue only to topple over like a clumsy tightrope walker.

"Leon?" It falls from his lips in a gasp. The blue eyed agent stands before him, his lean figure filling the entrance of the classroom as agile hands hold his feline counterpart securely in his grasp.

A sideways smile greets Sasha fondly as the agent quips. "Sorry I'm late, Mr. Kozachenko. I hope you won't mark me tardy for class."

(Had this cute thought and wanted to share it with you for some extra fluff in your day.)

W O A !! OMG! WAOW IM

I lov this so much dude and god that lil payoff at the end got me pogging out of my mind. It reminds me of this neighborhood stray cat that would visit my house often, and funnily enough I call him Sasha! Genuinely this is amazing, thank you for sharing <33

#alexander kozachenko #kennechenko

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