#Sasha is reluctant

[hitmehardnsweet]

happy big business week to those who celebrate

[ghostbustermelanieking]

which fic would you rewrite and publish as a novel?

probably none, honestly! that's kind of what i was musing over in the tags of one of the last posts i reblogged. for me personally, fic has always been an exercise in transforming/reinterpreting/rearranging canon, and so the stuff i wrote is so heavily intertwined with canon that i don't think i could divorce it from that. and lately i've been getting a lot of original ideas, so reusing fic stuff hasn't been at the top of my mind. i mostly made those posts bc i'm curious what fics other people would want to see me rewrite as a novel.

however, one thing i have done is taken some more original concepts from fic and channeled them into new stories. the biggest example is an au i never wrote for the magnus archives -- the "georgie barker sees dead people" au. i had a lot of ideas about how that would change canon, but since i never wrote it, i mostly just had a lot of rants stored up about how horrible it is to see dead people everywhere. and when i started my current novel -- a ghost story surrounding a family who spent a lot of time in haunted houses, wherein the younger sister has always seen ghosts everywhere, but kept it from her family due to obsessive interest in ghosts, and feeling like she'd only be a mouthpiece to communicate with dead family members.... i unconsciously channeled a lot of my concepts for that original au. like there's some rants about the sixth sense that i think i lifted wholesale asdgghkklll. and the secrecy of the ability, etc etc....

another exception is the spooky scarecrows in snow in april-- i took those scarecrows from a real life experience, and it's still so deliciously spooky i think i'll probably reuse it someday, but i'd probably change a loooooot about the premise. i feel like since i want to write horror, and i wrote a lot of fic for horror properties (txf, tma, IT), i'm gonna end up channeling a lot of those experiences in the future. but i honestly can't think of a fic that would work in a relatively unaltered plot state as a novel. however, it's been a long time since i've really read or wrote fic, so if you have one you think would be fun as a novel, lmk! hypothetical writing projects are so fun

[polysyndetonaddictsupportgroup]

like we all dunk on jon for being completely unqualified (fair and true) but so was everyone. fandom seemed to take tim at face value that sasha was qualified for the job and while she definitely had seniority on jon, the girl was also fucking stapling random sheets of paper together when a single google search will tell you to absolutely not do that. tim was an ex-corporate drone who was only there to revenge-kill a regency clown and martin just straight up lied about his qualifications because he didn’t have any. gertrude was the most qualified woman alive to commit acts of violence that violated the geneva convention but from an actual literal standpoint she was a terrible fucking archivist. at age 20 she received supernatural job security and a blank check for a budget funded by a man scared shitless of her and that defined her approach to employment for the rest of her life. her number one hobby was arson and her number two hobby was keeping secrets. not only did she never do any archiving I guarantee you she did not even know what an archivist was. queen of doing any fucking job but the one you hired her for. I’m in love with her.

the fact that the eye is shown to be actively opposed to the loss or destruction of knowledge is borderline hilarious to me considering the closest thing it has had to an actually qualified employee for the Special Room Where It Keeps Its Knowledge in at least the last century was that one guy who was too busy being a simp for a serial murderer and gouging out his own fucking eyes to have any long-term effect on the non-spooky parts of the position. the most shocking part of jon getting the job is not the blatant lack of qualifications but the fact that elias was able to choke out the offer over the eye beaming the same anxiety attack over document storage that it’s been having since the vietnam war directly into his little twink skull

[cherry-romper]

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.

[uzumaki-rebellion]

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 !

"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!

[misguidedasgardian]

Wild Cats (Part XI)

XI. Like animals

MASTERLIST

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… 

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[marvelmusing]

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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[writeforfandoms]

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. 

–

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.

[natsuki208]

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.

———

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.

[hurrakka]

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

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“One Scoop for Two”

(a RivaMika drabble)

“Eren. You should try, too.”

Excited and curious for him to try the unfamiliar but delectable treat, Mikasa hands Eren an —what the Marleyans call — ice cream cone. After witnessing Connie’s and Sasha’s reaction, she  was quick to buy one for Eren and her to share, deep down hoping they’d also forget the task at hand for just a second out of their blood driven lives and actually bond. 

Eren takes and observes it, also curious, albeit not in the same way Mikasa and the others were, because unlike them, and Mikasa knew, his mind is at an unreachable place where sharing ice cream with her is, quite frankly, of no importance.  

“Ice cream?”

Mikasa blinks in surprise, caught off guard that he knew what it was called before she had the chance to tell him. “You knew?” 

Eren’s features grow somber, an immediate indication that her hope for bonding has now become a cold case. She can almost hear the needle drop at the bottom of her glass heart. 

“From the old man’s memory, that is.” 

Mikasa doesn’t pry about his visions, knowing if she even asked, Eren would be too vague or reluctant to share. Instead she just nods, as she always does, her shadow standing besides his but never quite touching a constant remnant of what she will always be.

—

Levi, after great effort, finally manages to yank Hange away from their foolery of chasing cars and yelling at inanimate objects. How troublesome it was for the ship to dock at the busiest port in Marley. It’s enough to keep eye on the brats, what more having to babysit the Commander? 

Speaking of brats, from a distance he sees the gloomy one standing with the reckless one, seemingly offering him ice cream with a faint glimmer of excitement in her eyes. Levi, against himself, because he’d rather blow their cover than admit that Ackerman looks rather appealing in her outfit, observes and sees the dejected slump of her shoulders as Eren just stares at now melting dessert in his hand. 

He sees them chat for a moment. Eren’s facial features appear deep in thought. So deep in thought, in fact, he hands Mikasa back the ice cream cone mindlessly and excuses himself, walking away completely unaware to the confused and surprised gaze that follows him.  

Normally he’d pay them no mind. He’s used to seeing Mikasa waste her valuable time and efforts on that kid. But there was something in the way her eyes glowered to the ground, a melancholic aura surrounding her like a dark cloud, that got under his skin, where his foot literally ached to kick something, someone, preferably the Titan boy himself, in order to ease the itch. And it’s when Levi sees Mikasa throw away the ice cream cone before walking away herself that he decides that he’ll definitely kick Eren’s ass. It only makes sense. 

What doesn’t make sense, however, is Levi suddenly finding himself ordering one of those damn cold, much-too-sweet contraptions for himself and then walking hastily through an alien town in search for the woman worth a hundred soldiers turn damsel in distress. Yet, there he is, playing knight in shining armor for reasons he will never admit aloud. 

Though his approach is everything but courteous and noble. 

“Oi, gloomy brat.”

He finally finds her, sitting lonesome on a bench, staring blankly at nothing as she so often does when in her sunken moods. Mikasa doesn’t move an inch. He expected as much. 

“Go away. I’m not in the mood.”

He expected that much, too. Even from behind, he knows exactly what sour face she’s making. But of course he doesn’t falter. He walks over to the bench and sits beside her. Levi notices her tense and he prepares himself. 

She swiftly turns her head, “I said I’m not in the—!” 

Levi shuts her up, softly pushing the tip of the ice cream against her mouth. Her eyes widen in shock, then it evolves into her piercing glare.  

“C-Captain! What was that for?” she wipes her mouth and nose with the back of her hand.

“You wanted ice cream, didn’t you?” Levi asked plainly, pulling the cone back slightly, “I saw you dispose the one you bought earlier without even tasting it. What a waste.”

There’s a pregnant pause between the two. Mikasa then just sighs and turns away to look back at nothingness.

“I got it for Eren,” she says quietly, as though embarrassed to even hear herself say it aloud.

Ah, just as he thought. Seems Levi has a knack for accurate observation.

“I take it the brat didn’t want any?” Levi scoffs irately as he leans back against the bench, “Tch. Even common courtesy the boy lacks.” 

“He’s just going through a lot,” she’s quick to defend.

Levi’s quicker to rebuttal, “And you’re not?” 

His words came out much sharper than he intended, like a paper cut to the tongue, and he realizes from the slight fall of her face that she felt the sting too. He sighs. Sometimes even he forgets that underneath her steel armor is still a delicate heart.

“Look, I understand he’s on edge, as we all are by just simply being here, but…” Levi starts but then his eyes drift to the tip of the ice cream, noticing it’s starting to melt. He twitches slightly, not wanting it to get on his skin or clothes. But still, he continues before his train of thought goes away, “That doesn’t justify him taking you for granted. He was wrong for that, just as he was all the other times.”

She turns back to look at him with eyes he has seen so many times before; defeated but stubborn. It’s the same eyes she always has when she’s with Yaeger. Levi sees right through her, not because she makes it obvious, but because he’s the exact same, loving from afar but standing so close. He understands.

“It’s just ice cream, Captain,” she attempts to dispute.

And because be understands, he’s determined to make sure she does too.

“Is it really, Mikasa?”

She doesn’t respond, her vanquish clear. Mikasa knows that it isn’t just ice cream. He knows that she knows. It’s supposed to be something that binds them, to create a fond memory, to close the gap.

Just like the one melting in his hand.

They were never just ice cream cones to begin with.

After some silence, Mikasa nods, acknowledging his point as the storm in her eyes slowly comes to a calm.

“Just don’t stop yourself from enjoying something just because someone else doesn’t want to enjoy it with you, you gloomy brat,” Levi quickly reiterates as to not make the silence between them awkward.

But then his attention shifts and his brow furrows uncomfortably when be sees the trail of ice cream start flowing slowly down, his skin surely to meet its sticky demise.

Without any notice, Mikasa leans towards the ice cream he holds and uses her lips to take a generous bite at the top, stopping it from melting onto his hand. She shivers at its coldness, having swallowed too fast. Something fluttered within Levi’s chest at the sight, like that of a butterfly floating to the rhythm of his rapid heart, and he doesn’t know if he likes it or not.

Levi clears his throat, trying to ground himself away from the corners of his mind.

“Next time, just enjoy it yourself or find someone else who does,” he says, “Like right now. You’re not bad company.”

Levi tenses, realizing the weight of the last bit he said, subtly confessing that he enjoys her company, thus implying that he could be that person she can always eat ice cream with, should she ever wish…should that chance ever come again.

“Thank you, Captain,” she says warmly, a rare soft smiles on her lips that he never thought he’d have honor of witnessing himself, “For…the ice cream.”

It’s chaste when he smiles back, but ever the skilled one, and really, he should’ve known better, Mikasa catches it before he has the chance to make away with it. There’s a gleam in her eyes that, wishful thinking as it may be, tells Levi that the chance, someday, will indeed come again.

“You must’ve been watching me closely for you to notice all these things, Captain.”

To that, he only chuckles, taking the risk of not denying it. Levi tilts the ice cream cone towards her mouth, keeping his hand there for her convenience.

“Shut up and eat your ice cream, brat. It’s melting.”

fin

[archivistbot]

Uh-oh, Martin, I think someone left a love note on your desk :)

MARTIN: [Flustered] Oh, I don’t think that’s possible!

[MARTIN SNIFFLES (RUSTLING OF PAPERS)] MARTIN: - it says “FOR YOUR IMMEDIATE CONSIDERATION.” Sasha, I don’t think this is a love note.

SASHA: No, no, I think it is. Why else would they slather it with glitter?

MARTIN: [Flustered] Well -

SASHA: Well open it up!

MARTIN: Um. It says “To whom it may concern, I hereby convey my heartfelt sentiments of affection and admiration towards an individual whose identity shall remain anonymous. Despite my reticence to disclose my sentiments, I feel compelled to express my admiration for this person. Their demeanor, poise, and grace have left an indelible impression on my mind. I find myself lost in contemplation, reflecting upon the subtleties of their personality and mannerisms, day and night. It is with great reluctance that I admit to this profound infatuation, for I am aware that such a disclosure may be viewed as inappropriate or unconventional. However, my feelings persist and I cannot help but harbor a sense of longing and adoration towards this individual. I hope that this message reaches them, and that it may engender a similar response, as I remain yours truly.”

[MARTIN SIGHS HEAVILY] SASHA: For God’s sake, Martin.

MARTIN: …

This is awesome…

[ohstardustgirl]

Fools for Love - Daryl Dixon x Reader

Setting: Party night in Alexandria. The ‘Spencer is a douche’ trope lives on.

You stood on the porch of your house in Alexandria. Everyone else was still at Deanna’s party, but you were only too glad to have an excuse to slip away. The guns you had stolen from the armoury were now safely hidden throughout the house you shared with Rick, Michonne, Judith and Carl. It wasn’t much, but it was a start. If these people were up to something, at least you would be armed. The party had only confused you more - none of these people would last five minutes outside the walls. But you trusted Rick’s leadership, and besides, you didn’t think you could let your guard down if you tried.

The night air was made your skin prickle. The camisole top you wore was the nicest thing you had owned since before the outbreak. It knew it wouldn’t be useful for anything else when you pulled it out of the pile of donated clothes from Alexandria’s storage, but tonight you wanted to feel good in a strange situation. You still wore your jeans, but had swapped your boots for sneakers. You enjoyed the silence of the spring night, but something was missing. Someone was missing. You weren’t surprised that Daryl hadn’t wanted to go to the party. You wouldn’t have been there either if there hadn’t been a need to steal the guns without raising suspicion. But it wasn’t just tonight, he had been distant ever since you had arrived here a few days ago. While you and everyone else were enjoying hot showers and claiming rooms, he had been out hunting or watching for walkers or just sitting out on the porch like a guard dog. You didn’t blame him. After Terminus you were a little suspicious of them too. You liked Aaron though, and your gut didn’t trust anyone too easily or often. The party had felt a little Stepford-ish, but most of the people here had lived in fancy suburbs their whole lives. The colony was a reflection of how they thought life was supposed to be. People like Daryl and even you were a foreign concept to them before the dead started walking.

You had known Daryl since the quarry and slowly earned each other’s trust. He had kissed you the night before the Governor had attacked. When you were reunited at Terminus he had held you so tight you thought he would never let go, and he hadn’t let you out of his sight since. If he wasn’t on watch, he slept close by you. Yet since your arrival at Alexandria, he had been pulling away. You hated it. What if your closeness had been because of his lack of better options, or just the stress of survival. You had hesitated getting close at all for exactly that reason. In the end, you would be hurt or left, just like every other time in your life you had loved someone.

As if your thoughts had called out to him, Daryl appeared at the steps of the porch, stopping short when he saw you there. Your heart did a flip. He looked good – finally scrubbed up and changed into clean clothes, or at least a new shirt and jeans. He still wore his leather cut and mucky boots. You understood the reluctance to let your guard down and strip naked and shower in a strange place. It had taken you a while to do the same. You smiled at the sight of him and your worries eased a little.

“How’d it go?” he asked as he climbed the steps and joined you, standing beside you at the railing to look out over the town. He left only an inch between you and you could feel the warmth of his body.

“No issues. Got whatever I could carry out of there, hid it all in the basement. We can split it between the two houses when everyone gets back.”

“No trouble sneaking out?”

“A little. Couldn’t get away from one of Deanna’s sons,” you rolled your eyes. Spencer had been relentless and clearly thought himself charming. “But Sasha had a bit of a meltdown, it was a good distraction.” You felt bad for Sasha, but you knew she was in good hands. “Where did you end up?”

“Aaron’s,” he said as he lit a cigarette. “He made me an offer, wanted to talk it over.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, he wants me to take over recruitin’ from Eric. Got me a bike and everything.”

Your stomach dropped, and a voice said ‘I told you so’. “You’re gonna go out there with him?”

“Meetin’ him at sunrise. Bike needs a bit more work though, we’ll take a car and hit the road first thing.”

You wanted to say you were happy for him, because really you were. This wasn’t his life – suburbs and cocktail parties and book clubs. It wasn’t yours either, but you were too exhausted to think about going through all of that again. Everything that had happened since the prison fell still weighed heavy on you, and your body and mind had yet to recover. But what if he decided that being out there forever was what he really wanted?

“Hey,” he nudged you, able to read your worry. “I’m comin’ back. I’m more useful out there than in here.”

“I know. Just… worried you might wanna stay out there, on the road.”

“I wanna be where my family is. As long as y’all are safe here, I’ll keep coming back,” he turned to face you fully, and you mirrored him. “You’re here, so I’ll always come back.” He raised his hand towards yours, and he was about to say something more when another voice broke into your private bubble.

“There you are,” Spencer said, strolling up to the balcony of the porch to look up at you. He carried a bottle of something expensive looking. “Didn’t see you leave the party, I was worried.”

“I’m a fan of an Irish exit,” you said, crossing your arms over your chest. Daryl had stiffened beside you. You knew Spencer meant well. There didn’t seem to be many women his own age around the colony until your group came along. You were annoyed though that he hadn’t taken the hint with your polite yet disinterested tone at the party, and even more annoyed that he had interrupted your conversation with someone you had been dying to talk to alone for days. You bit back the urge to snap at him and instead spoke in your best waitress voice. “Can I help you?”

“I just wondered if you would like to join me for a drink somewhere quieter,” he waved the bottle at you, and acknowledged Daryl’s presence with a brief glance. “Just you and me?”

Daryl moved away from you and turned so his back was to Spencer. He leaned back against the railing and ducked his head. His dark hair hid his face from your view but his hands were clenched on the rail and his jaw twitched. He had shut himself off as if preparing for a blow. If he really thought you would go for a guy like Spencer, then you really needed to talk about whatever your relationship was. Out there on the road, it felt safer to pretend you didn’t feel anything. You didn’t know how long this safe haven would last, but you knew you had to choose to live instead of being afraid all the time. If you died tomorrow your biggest regret would be not telling Daryl how you felt.

“No thank you,” you looked at Daryl and stepped closer to him. You took his hand in yours. “I’ve got plans with someone else.”

The look Daryl gave you was almost unreadable, but the tension in his shoulders noticeably eased and he didn’t let go of your hand.

Spencer glanced between the two of you. He looked confused. “Really? You sure?”

You wanted to smack him for being so damn rude. He clearly couldn’t believe that you would choose Daryl over him. He had been a pain in your ass all night, now he was slyly insulting the man you loved. You dropped your politeness down a few notches when you spoke again.

“I ain’t available. Or interested. Sorry. Good night, Spencer.”

Spencer might have grumbled something more before he walked away, but you stopped paying attention once Daryl took your hand in his.

“Sorry,” you said. “If I wasn’t tryin’ to make a good impression at the party I woulda been a lot blunter with him earlier.”

“Did you just say what you said to get rid of him?”

“No. I don’t know what we are, and you don’t owe me anything but I-“ You struggled for the words. You weren’t good at this kind of thing. “I thought we – you and me – we had something, didn’t we?”

Daryl nodded, unable to look you in the eye. “Yeah. Course we did.”

“You haven’t kissed me since that last night in the prison,” You held onto his hand like a lifeline in case it was the last time. “Did you regret it?”

“Hell no, y/n,” he said, his other hand moved up to your shoulder. “I figured you didn’t have any better options at the time. Maybe here you do.”

“I don’t need options, Daryl, I just want you. Always have. The world could go back to normal tomorrow and I’d still choose you.” You sighed. “We’re not good at this, are we?”

He scoffed. “I know I’m not,” the hand on your shoulder moved to your cheek. “I’m crazy ‘bout you, y/n, have been for a long time. Kept thinking some day you’d wake up with a bit more sense and find someone better.”

“Since the day we’ve met you’ve done nothing but prove how good you can be. There is no ‘better’ for me. I don’t care if it’s here or out on the road again, but I don’t plan on feeling this way about anyone else.”

His thumb stroked over your cheek, fingers tangling in your hair. “You sure?”

You nodded, running your hand up to his face to mirror his actions. “Absolutely. And even if you’re heading out with Aaron, I know you’ll come back.”

“Ain’t nothing out there would keep me from coming back to ya,” he said, before leaning in and kissing you. It was just as tentative as your first kiss all that time ago, but it quickly became more sure. You let go of his hand so you could wrap both arms around his neck, pushing up on your toes to keep contact with as much of his body as you could. His arms wrapped around you, nearly lifting you off the ground as the kiss became more passionate. He tasted of red wine and cigarettes, and you couldn’t get enough. Warmth flooded your belly and you didn’t want this moment to end. In the distance a door opened – the noise from the party at Deanna’s momentarily spilled out on to the street as someone left the house. You parted just enough to end your kiss.

“Where are you staying tonight?”

“Think Rick saved the basement for me.”

“Good, cos I’m supposed to be sharing with Michonne,” you bit your lip and looked up at him through your lashes. “That is… if you want to continue this?”

His answer was another kiss that swept you off your feet.

[laufire]

top five batfam allies

Is it cheating to say Jason. He and I contain multitudes, whatever. He's a frenemy, he keeps them on his toes xD

Helena Bertinelli. I'm not gonna do her the disservice of considering her "fam" with people who largely were assholes to her and treated her like an unruly child when she was a grown woman. She should've been an independent entity that was somewhat at odds with them at times, but ultimately sought the same thing and could established a reluctant respect with them *grumbles*.

Renee Montoya. She's just great.

Dinah Lance. I love how way she plays off against multiple bats. Barbara and Bruce, of course, but also Steph. That mentorship should've been A Fulltime Thing.

There are some I feel I've barely scratched the surface of -Onyx, Sasha Bordeaux, Kate Spencer/Manhunter... but I'm going to say Talia. Because I fucking can :P

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Omg I got an Idea, Can I have some headcanons for a human! reader criticizing patriarchy! ken's ways and how their kind of fucked up? (Also I need them explaining that they're basically saying house house in the Mojo Dojo Casa House name lol,)

- Kneecaps anon

Ghgjjd okay so I know Sasha and Gloria already informed him of that in the movie, but this prompt was funny to me

.....

At first you were reluctant to follow this random guy named Ken to "Barbieland" after he asked you a billion questions about horses and patriarchy.

He insisted on showing you how the Kens were treated, convinced that once you understood everything you'll sympathize with them more.

In the end, you went with him out of genuine curiosity, finding out that this supposedly imaginary pink utopia was, in fact, not-so-imaginary as you transverse the different landscapes together.

Although at one point you had to man the 2D speedboat as he got seasick.

When you both arrive, Ken goes on to tell everybody what he learned while you get lost exploring Barbieland.

You didn't think he'd take your jokes about the patriarchal structure of human society seriously..

But he clings to them as facts and radically transforms the doll world, and within hours it becomes Kendom Land.

You don't know how it all happened so fast, though you got irritated quickly over what he's done to the place you were just starting to admire.

Especially when he takes on a macho persona and dons that silly fur coat, before stealing Barbie's dreamhouse and reintroducing it to you as his "Mojo Dojo Casa House".

Something about that definitely irked you.

"You know "casa" is just Spanish for house, right?"

"Yeah, duh." He rolls his eyes.

"But you're already saying "house" anyways."

"...and your point?"

"My point is that you're pretty much saying "mojo dojo house house"."

"No I'm not. Because it's Mojo Dojo Casa House." He pouts, before asking a nearby Barbie to "brewski beer" him (to which you tell her "do NOT" and shoo her away).

You quickly remember you're arguing with a children's toy....so he was definitely going to be stubborn like a child and you'll just have to put up with it for now.

Ken couldn't brainwash a human, although he's still gonna argue with you and have petty temper tantrums whenever you keep criticizing the way he's running things.

"I'm just saying, this is NOT how men act in Century City at all.." You try explaining as he pouts, sorting through his western and denim outfits. "You just took whatever ideals you liked about them, dialed them up to 11, and forced them onto everyone here."

"Forced?? Take a look around, [y/n]--the Kens are happy! We embraced those ideals because we never got to have ANY of these cool things under the Barbies! If not for the multitude of...limitations in the Real World, I could've been the next president of California-"

"Don't you mean United States?"

"...no, I mean your country of California."

"......you seriously think California is a country? It's a state."

He does a double-take. "It is...? I thought Los Angeles was the state.."

'Oh for crying out-'

You realize the dolls had seriously misconstrued ideas about the Real World if they got the basic geography of it wrong.

But you're not gonna sit here and school him on everything. That wasn't your job and you do have your own life to get back to, anyways.

So you just...leave Kendom in the reverse order you arrived.

You'll let him live out his fantasy, but didn't want any part of it.

Especially upon seeing a group of construction worker Kens building a brick wall up and not sideways.

[mjjune]

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MJ's Reintroduction!

updated 09.26.23

i'm m or mj (or whatever you wish to call me tbh).

this blog is solely dedicated to my writing and inspiration. to see my friend's writing (and writing i like in general), see my side blog @mj-library !!

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i might occasionally post/reblog mature content, but it will be clearly marked. interact at your own discretion.

i write fantasy of all kinds, but always with a touch of queerness. i lean towards dark and mysterious with supernatural and magical elements.

my favs: found family, female friendship, fairytale/myth retellings, anything queer (especially sapphic & aroace), neurodivergent & mental health rep, disability rep, anything with angst, reluctant heroes, enemies to [insert anything here]

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DS // high fantasy

When their farm is raided by strange poisonous creatures from the sea, Sasha’s sibling is poisoned. She must journey into the deadliest monster-infested island in the world to find a cure. But the only person willing to help is a mysterious traveler—who she suspects is lying about who they are. She treks into the jungle and must uncover the truth of both the poison and the stranger, or else it might be not only her sister who suffers, but the entire island.

Status: Draft 1, 80k, alphas in-progress

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TWTR // dark fantasy red riding hood retelling

After six years, The Wolf has returned seeking Red, and the Woodsman is tasked with finishing what he started. But as he tracks the beast, The Wolf leaves behind clues and messages that hint that the kingdom isn't what is seems; the history they all know is false... The Woodsman must uncover the lies and defeat the beast, or else lose the closest thing he's ever had to a friend.

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AVOF //dark urban fantasy duology

When a vampire sleeps with a werewolf to spite the ancient vampire order and homophobes everywhere, they accidentally reveal supernaturals to the human public. As media tensions, protests, and riots rise, the vampire must choose: risk everything to save his new lover, or hunt down the rarest creature in the world in hopes to prevent war.

Status: - Book 1 Complete, 97k words, shelved - Book 2 Draft 1, 109k words, editing

Rep: various unlabeled queer identities; asian, latine, black, jewish

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