#When i first saw it i didn't knew it was Sasha but then i noticed his @ and omg i immediately went crazy

[sashabarkovonly]

SASHAAAAAA??? YOU CANNOT BE SERIOUS RIGHT NOW.

[gabriellessworldd]

Never get yo bitch back!

plug!connie x black fem reader 😛😛

wc- 1.7k!

☆ warnings ☆: mdni! mentions of weed nd alcohol, smut 18+, cheating (established relationship w eren), public-ish sex (bathroom unlocked door), pnv, oral (f receive), Connie and reader have wanted each other for a min, first time writing ever don't drag me y'all pls!! 😓 I kinda want to make this have multiple parts but idk yet. I'm very open to criticism nd I hope y'all enjoy!

"Y/nnnnn, cmon you can come outside for one night!" Your best friend Sasha whined through the screen. As much as you protested, deep down you really did want to go out. Especially because Eren wasn't at home, you really wanted to talk to him since y'all haven't been doing so well recently. Petty arguments, sleepless nights, ig posts, and to top it all off he hasn't been to your house in weeks, not giving y'all anytime to have a conversation.

You check the time and see it's 6:00pm that means you got at least 2-3 hours before you would have to leave. "Girl you right, send me the lo. What you wearin?" Sasha set her phone up to show you the outfit she picked out, "Girl that's cute asf!! Ima match you." Sasha helped you pick out an outfit (1 or 2) that resembled hers. "Okay Sash ima finish my hair nd makeup, lmk when yall otw there." "Bye N/n, i gotchu." Sasha hung up and you continued finishing your hair and makeup.

Once you were in your car you looked at the location, realizing that it was at Jean's house, meaning Connie would be there. There was something so attractive about Connie that you didn't know how to explain, he was just, mesmerizing. You knew you would never be able to approach him tho, him nd Eren had been friends forever, and that was a boundary you wouldn't cross. Nothing being crossfaded couldn't fix..

You pull in front of Jean's house and it's packed, you can hear the music from the street. You text Sasha that you pulled up and fix yourself in the car mirror. "We're waiting for you at the front N/n." You read Sasha's text and get out of your car. When you open the door Mikasa, Annie, Sasha, and some other girls greet you. You scan the crowd feeling a familiar stare, you turn to your right and see a crossfaded Connie Springer and his homeboys sitting on some sofas in the corner. Connie feels you stare back and smirks. 'This finna be interesting.' You think to yourself.

You make your way to the kitchen to take a couple shots, Sasha gets a blunt from Ony, and y'all head upstairs to light up. When the sesh is over you feel amazing, the music is blasting, you're having a great night, and you're a 10, what could be better? You and the girls head downstairs to go dance and enjoy your night. You and Sasha throw ass like there's no tomorrow and Mikasa is right there to catch it. You laugh and stand up straight when you feel the stare of those familiar hazel eyes. "Ima go grab another drink" you tell Sasha and she drukenly nods.

You walk up to the counter where all of the drinks are, "hey connie" you look at him, and smile. He leans in closer to you "wassup mami, you look good. shit, you smell good too." he smiles at you with all of his pearly white teeth and you notice his silver grillz.(#1, #2, #3) God he's so fine. The way his red eyes are hanging low, the smell of his cologne, and his pretty ass accent, triple homicide.

"Where yo man at tho? Thought he was gon come tonight." Connie's confused as to why Eren isn't at this party trailing you like a lost puppy, unless, y'all wasn't on speaking terms right now. He grinned at the thought "Oh um Ion really-" You stuttered out wondering why he would ruin a good conversation. "Nah you ain gotta answer mami, follow me." He held his hand out with a 'hm' and you quickly took it, needing to feel his touch. He lead you upstairs to the first bathroom he saw, he opened the door, "Tu vas primero hermosa" you go first beautiful. You smiled at the sentence and walked in front of him. His eyes naturally trailed down to the best view there was 'Damn.' was all he thought as he watched you walk and felt himself get harder in his sweats.

"So wassup?" You questioned him, almost like a challenge. You leaned your back against the counter and looked into his eyes. "To be honest ion wanna play no games ma, you know what I want." He leaned towards you, muscular and veiny arms on both sides of you, caging you in.

You could feel the tension grow as both of you realized just how badly you needed the other. "Can I?" Connie asks to kiss you 'and he's respectful omg add that to the list' you think, "Yes, you can." As soon as those three words came out of your mouth, Connie grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you to him, his other hand quickly found your ass and squeezed, while your hands slid their way into his scruffy buzzcut. The kiss was passionate but it also had a hint of hunger, longing almost, like both of you waited your whole lives for this. Both of your tongues fighting for dominance, and both of you wanted, no, craved more from each other. Connie's large hand found it's way to your throat and he squeezed softly earning a light moan from you, Connie pulled away, a string of saliva connecting you two.

"Ay dios mio mami" oh my god Connie whispered. Connie littered bites and hickeys down your neck and exposed cleavage, not caring who would see. He tapped on your thigh, a signal for you to stand so he could remove your pants. He then picked you up and set you back down on the counter, he kissed the insides of your thighs and left a trail of bites. He looked up at you for confirmation, and you nodded your head, he pulled your panties to the side. Connie was in a trance, the way your folds were so puffy, the way they were covered in wetness, connie almost came in his pants at the sight. "Fuck." was all he said before he began kissing and sucking on your lips. He spread them open with his middle and index finger, and could've sworn he saw heaven.

He plunged his fingers inside your wet hole, sucking on your clit while he pumped his fingers in you nice and slow. "Fuck con" you let out a soft moan, it was like music to his ears. He worked his fingers a little faster and curled them up grazing over your spot. "o-oh fuck connie mmhm, right there" He came up, bottom half of his face covered in your sweet juices "You taste so sweet, princesa" and with that he went back down and devoured you like you were his last meal. "a-ah mm con. That feels soo good" you whispered, feather light moans. You could feel the knot in your stomach tightening as he pushed his tongue in and out of your hole. "Cmon mami let me hear you." he felt you squeeze his tongue and pull his hair, that was enough to let him know. He pushed his fingers back in and started pumping at an insane speed.

"Go ahead ma, let me taste all of you" Your thighs tightened around his head as you felt your high coming. "ah connie 'm gonna cum, fuck!" you moaned out louder than before, he curled his fingers again, making you throw your head back and squeeze your eyes closed. "Joder, eres tan deliciosa." damn, you're so delicious.

Connie stood up and your hands immediately found the band of his sweats and boxers, in one tug you pulled them both down. "Eager much huh mami? Well I expect you to take it all then." Your eyes widened at the statement but your thoughts were cut short when you heard him speak again. "Turn around for me mami, and don't take your eyes off the mirror." The dominance in his voice made you even wetter. You turned around towards the mirror and he slid off your panties.

He smeared his tip on your folds, collecting your wetness. Without warning he pushed his full length in, starting off with slow strokes. "Fuck mami, you're squeezing me so tight" You arched your back a little more and relaxed. He starts moving quicker and palms the fat of your ass.

Connie props one of your legs on the counter and smacks your ass. "f-fuck connie oh!" hearing you get louder, not caring if anyone could hear you, only riled him up more. He snaked his hand around your throat pulling your head up more so you could see what a mess he made of you. Your lip liner gone, mascara smeared on your damp bottom eyelashes, and a fucked out expression. Connie thought you looked perfect.

"Y-yes mami, take all t-this dick" you hear him stutter his calm demeanor fading away as he fucks into you at an unruly pace. "Ah! Con so good. i-it's so big" He smacks your ass again and continues fucking you.

He pulls out and you pout feeling empty "Calmate princesa." calm down princess He chuckles and flips you on your back then he pulls your hips closer to him. He pushes back into you, not wasting any time. Connie pushes your legs back a little more "Keep 'em right there ma." You hold the back of your knees with your hands, feeling connie's tip hit all the right places, Connie places a heavy hand on your lower stomach and he presses down. "a-ah con please! it feels soo good." You and Connie both feel yourselves about to cum.

"Con 'm about to cum! ah please Connie!" You can feel your thighs starting to shake, "g-go ahead mami, fuck you're so perfect. m-make a mess all over me." Connie rubs on your sensitive bud and keeps fucking you deep. You can feel a wave of pleasure wash over you and your vision turns white. "Ah! Connie fuck 'm cumming!" You yell, "f-fuck me too ma." You notice his voice falter and crack at the end, he sounds so angelic. He pulls out and hot, white, ropes coat your tummy.

Connie begins wiping off your stomach and he leans in to kiss you, but he sees something in the corner of his eye, almost like a, figure. "Shit" Connie says blankly, putting his pants back on. You scramble to put your clothes back on and turn to see Eren standing there looking pissed.

"what.. what the fuck is wrong with y'all?"

Whew chileeeee. y'all did I at least nibble or what 👀 but lmk if I should make this multiple parts, also give me title ideas!! lmk if y'all want to be tagged in the next parts! love u all nd I hope y'all had as much fun reading as I had writing this! (watch nb read ts #embarrasing 😰)

- with lots of love, gabrielle <3

[julianalvarez9]

bad liar / mason mount

request: heyy! can i request something like where the reader and mason mount are in a secret relationship and one time mason accidently called a woman by your name while hanging out with his teammates? thank you x

author's note: this is like the oldest request i have rn 😭 sorry that it took this long. hope you like it!! feedback is always appreciated, tysm<3

word count: 1k

you had never talked about keeping it secret in the first place, but it felt good to keep your relationship between you, close to your chest and away from judging stares and evil whispers behind your back. the fear that they could label you as unprofessional due to how you two had met in the first place -being part of the staff at the national team, and mason being a player- sure creeped in the back of your mind from time to time, making you doubt about everything you two had built during the year you had been together. but mason, being the incredible understanding and loving person that he was, always assured you that you two weren't doing anything wrong, and that your job was safe.

still, only your families knew about you two: not even his teammates at chelsea, and certainly not his mates from the national team.

you were certain that no one suspected anything yet, but you also knew that your boyfriend was like a little kid trying to hide what he got you for your birthday: he can't keep his mouth shut, even if his life depended on it, and ended up spilling everything as soon as someone questions about it. but he had been committed, gladly, to your request: when we tell the world, it had to be in your terms. and you had to congratulate him for how well he was holding up, lasting a year with no hints or slip ups.

at least, until tonight.

he spoke, in a joyful tone, maybe a bit taken by the alcohol already. "thanks, y/n- i mean, sasha". he had tried to thank jack's missus, for passing him the snack bowl, when your name spilled from his mouth before he could catch it. in that second, he sobered up instantly and prayed that everyone at the couch was too busy watching the game jack had practically begged to watch, to even heard his lapsus. his prayers went unanswered, he realised, when he saw his teammates' faces, shocked in recognition at hearing your name exit his lips.

"wait, what? did you say y/n?," jack inquired.

"what?" mason tried to act nonchalant, knowing damn well that he never could hide the smile that adorned his lips when he lied. it was even worse that the fact made him remember you, how you always tease him about how he's such a bad liar, which again, made it even harder for him to appear innocent.

"y/n, as in our physio at england camp, y/n?" john reassessed again, providing context for those who hadn't quite understood what was the matter with the name that had exited their teammate' lips.

"you're hearing things" the chelsea player tried to downplay the situation, gulping a big sip of his beer, which he had noticed that he was holding onto the bottle with excessive force, as his fingers were turning white. "i think john heard just right," assured his best friend with a growing smirk on his face. he had picked about it the last time they were at camp, but mason had denied it every time, so he dropped it. until now.

"shut up, declan" the boy grumbled, already annoyed at the topic, but mostly at him, knowing that there was no way that they would drop it if he didn't admit that, yeah, he had accidentally called your name.

"well, she's pretty cute if you ask me" said conor, coming to the living room again after he had gone away to do god knows what. mason's patience was running low, and even more with the flirty tone his teammate at both his club and the national team had used. of course, he didn't know that you were already taken, but it had made his blood boil nonetheless. "if you don't shut your mouth now, gallagher…", mason said, with a threatening tone.

"oi, getting jealous now, aren't we?" stones joked, and he noticed that, in the heat of the moment, he had gotten neck-deep into the entire thing, and couldn't back down now. at least not without accepting defeat, which he was reluctant to do. he knew you wouldn't get mad at him if he told his teammates, but he still felt bad for doing so without talking to you about it first.

jack's eyes, now bright with the spark of mischief in them, pushed the subject further, wanting to hear his friend say what he had been thinking since the topic was first brought up. "is there something that we should know, masey boy? do you have a girl that you didn't told us about?," he continued with the banter, encouraged by the cheers the boys were shouting. along them were some of their girlfriends, like sasha, who slapped her boyfriend to try and stop him from embarrassing mason further.

"absolutely not. we're just colleagues," he was too quick to answer, feeling how his throat was drying alarmingly fast. he took another sip of his beer -that was already getting too hot for his liking-, which elicited a weird frown to grow on his face. "then call her right now and we'll see how she responds," suggested declan, and he immediately choked with his drink when he processed what his friend was asking of him.

"what does make you think that i have her numb-" he was interrupted when his phone, that was placed on the coffee table in front of him lightened up, showing his lockscreen with the notification that had prompted his screen to turn on in the first place.

message by y/n 🤍

thankfully, something had happened in the game which made all the boys focus on the tv screen rather than his friend who had rushed into the coffee table to pick up and hide the electronic device deep on his pockets. but john, who was seated next to him, got to see who had messaged mason and understood perfectly why he had reacted the way he did. he patted him on the back, before getting close to his ear to mutter "i personally don't have my colleague's contact saved with her name and a white heart emoji, but you do you, brother," with a mischievous smile on his face.

safe to say, the next time that the boys had to join the national team for international duty, your interactions with mason were closely watched. the fleeting glances and the lasting soft touches shared by you two only made their assumptions more real for them.

it was only a matter of time.

[dutifullyscreechingdragon]

Tim Stoker X Archival Assistant!reader

Summary: here you go, some headcanons for our Tim and how your relationship would start, enjoy:)

You first met Tim as an archival Assistant. Your first day on the job.

You were joining a bit later than all the others. You still had some things left to finish at your previous position at the Institute and you do not leave things half done.

Tim's first reaction to you was to flirt. To flirt shamelessly:

"Hey gorgeous, what brings you down to our dark, creepy archives?"

It only escalated from here

You were positively flustered (Tim can have that effect even on the most confident of people. No one stands a chance if Tim uses 100% of his charms)

And eventually, you were rescued by a laughing Sasha:

"Come on, Tim! Leave the girl alone! You don't want to scare away a new Archival Assistant"

"Me? I am positively delightful!" Tim put his had on the heart, pretending to be mortaly wounded by Sasha's statement.

"I can't imagine a universe where I'd be scaring away a girl... Especially this charming" he'd finish winking at you, prompting you to laugh lightly.

"So, an Archival Assistant, eh?" Tim continued in a suave tone

"Starting today, yeah" you replied.

"Alas, my prayers have been answered" Tim raised his arms toward the ceiling "I have been graced with seeing your pretty face each morning!"

His flirting didn't stop. In fact, it escalated exponentially over time

The next morning he would greet you with a pick up line. And then the next morning and the next...

He seemed to have an endless supply of them.

Somehow he managed to not repeat a single one.

Definitely uses cute nicknames on you: sweetheart, darling, babe.

Will sometimes try cringy ones just to get a rise out of you.

You knew Tim's reputation, so took all his flirting attempts with a grain of salt.

"You can't have me seriously believing that Tim, 'I can charm a copier if I put my mind to it' Stoker, actually has feelings for me" you laughed.

Sasha sighed. She has just finished listening to Tim's 'Why cant she believe I have feelings for her? I have been so open and genuine about them' rant.

Tim definitely tries distracting you from your work, preventing you from doing anything productive. Any chance he gets:

You were currently sitting at your desk, trying to find any trace online regarding the statement of the week. You were pulled out of your thoughts by wheels skidding on the floor. Looking up you saw Tim on a wheely chair, sliding up next to you.

"Did you know that..."

or another time:

Your peaceful work was interrupted by a paper airplane hitting the side of you head. You looked up and saw a grinning Tim Stoker. He waved at you and motioned for you to unfold the paper. Once you did, you saw a cutesy doodle of you and him holding hands and a bunch of hearts around. You simply raised an eyebrow and put the drawing aside.

Tim was, however, pleasantly surprised, seeing it taped to the side of you computer screen the next day.

Did I mention flirting? I feel like I should mention it again, for good measure. Flirting Lot's of flirting. Lot's of shameless flirting

Sasha definitely notices Tim's feelings for you. Almost instantly.

And she would tease him. Mercilessly. Relentlessly.

She would also take on the role of your biggest shipper. Whenever you and Tim talk, you better believe she is making heart shapes at both of you from a safe distance.

She also uses her amazing computer skills to make cute and embarrassing edits of you two.

Sasha is also, coincidentally, the most amazing wing-woman ever (probably because she had to take action after seeing you and Tim pine for each other relentlessly).

You would be sorting through the statements when she would approach you and ask sneakily:

"So, Tim took you out on a date, yet?"

"No" you'd say and add quietly "Unfortunately"

This wouldn't slip past Sasha's keen ears:

"Unfortunately? So you do want to go on a date with him!"

You'd splutter to deny it, only prompting her to laugh more.

"Maybe if you sent him some more... Positive feedback to his flirting attempts and maybe told him a simple 'yes' to his countless attempts to invite you out... Maybe then, you'd already be smooching and planning your wedding..." Sasha said pointedly and the added more wistfully "and maybe then I wouldn't have to listen to his rants about you"

After quite a restless night you decided to give it a shot. "Why not?" You reasoned. What's the worst thing that can happen? An awkward break up when he realises he doesn't like you that much and having to work with him for at least another year? You decided not to dwell on that much.

Obviously Tim was low-key surprised when instead of shutting down his flirting attempts you flirted back. He was even more surprised when you agreed to go on a date with him.

He nearly lost his composure, but once he finally processed what happened, he beamed at you and tripled his flirting.

Throughout the day he was very hyper and becoming a bit too much to his colleagues and you

But can you blame him? He finally got the green light form you. Of course he's going to rant about it to Sasha. Of course he is going to make small doodles on the margins of his paperwork that he is later to hand in to Jon.

Tim DEFINITELY took you kayaking on you first date:)

It's a great opportunity to flex his muscles and have great fun at the lake.

Chances are you ended up falling into the water:

You were rowing in perfect harmony while exchanging some quips back and forth. It was great. Until Tim said something along the lines of:

"Sure, you're right. Can't argue with that cuteness. You could probably say that the Earth is flat and I'd believe you" he briefly took his hand off the oar to ruffle your hair.

"Hey! If I ever tell you nonsense like that, I expect you to correct me" you turn to smack him with your oar. Tim ducks out of the way, making your kayak rock from side to side.

"Don't do that! We're gonna flip the boat" You say gripping the side of the kayak for balance.

Tim grins wickedly before shifting to the other side, making the kayak careen dangerously "Don't do what? This?" he suddenly goes to the other side.

"Yes! Don't-" you're cut off as the kayak predictably flipped over and you both ended up in the slightly chilly water.

Tim laughed. You prepared to give him an angry tirade, but couldn't help laughing with him.

You got out of the water at some point... Completely soaked through.

You pulled off your shirt and put it to dry, huddling in a blanket, which, by some miracle, wasn't completely wet.

"You sh-should take off your shirt to dry" you told Tim, chattering your teeth.

"Woah! If you wanted to see me shirtless, you didn't have to flip the kayak" Tim said, taking his shirt off "You could've just asked" he smirked at you. Prompting an eye roll.

"You do remember that you were the one who flipped it, right?" You deadpanned raising an eyebrow.

"Hmm...." He pretends to think "Maybe I wanted you to see me shirtless" Tim shrugged and said "Details"

You could only shake your head and laugh.

And of course the only logical solution was to cuddle. For warmth. And because it felt nice

Tim wrapped his arms around your torso and snuggled into your neck, while you fried some marshmallows for s'mores on a campfire.

When you came the next day holding hands, Sasha was extatic.

She might or might not have started planning your wedding.

A/n: anyway, that concludes the headcanons, I hope you like it:) I'm definitely writing headcanons for Dating!! Tim

[sw-33-ts-stuff]

Killer In NYC

Tara Carpenter X Reader

Part 5- Secret Secrets

3rd Person POV

Tara, Mindy, and Chad agreed to meet Sam somewhere public after she finished her shift.

The trio decided on the usual coffee shop as Evan ran up to his girlfriend.

"Tara!" The girl smiled weakly still upset over the death of Sasha. The boy giving the girl a hug before pulling back to look at her face.

"Are you ok?" Mindy scoffed.

"Of course not dumbass her friends died from a killer we thought was gone."

Ethan glared at Mindy. "Sorry for caring."

Mindys eyes narrowed. "You know if you really cared like-"

Tara cut the two off. "Stop!" She looked at Mindy with wide eyes knowing exactly where that sentence was going.

Everyone's attention turned to Sam who came rushing in. The older Carpenter almost crashing into their table.

"Sorry I'm late." Tara stood giving her sister a hug before feeling how cold she was. The younger sister quickly making her way to the cash register.

"I'll have a-"

"Iced matcha latte with oat milk." Familiar eyes behind black frames met hers with a small grin. Tara couldn't help but grin back at her favorite barista.

"You're back?" The girl nodded.

"Yeah can't exactly afford to miss work so popped a couple of painkillers and here I am." The taller girl shrugged somewhat embarrassed to meet the brunettes eyes.

Tara's hand went over the counter to pat the others in comfort.

"We'll I'm glad you're ok." The two smiled at each other staring.

Evans eyes narrowed slightly as he saw his girlfriend talking to his coworker. Usually, they would hold small conversations but something in Tara's body language made this feel more intimate.

He wasn't stupid he knew of Y/N's crush on Tara and made sure the other girl knew where they stood.

It was their first week of dating and he caught Y/n staring at Tara a little longer than necessary. Tara had been somewhat hesitant with PDA whenever she was around and it annoyed him to no end.

He jumped over the counter grabbing the smaller girl by the waist and kissing her. His eyes open and staring at the barista behind the counter. She clenched her jaw looking away as Tara's arms wrapped around the boy. The two pulled away.

Tara's face slightly flushed as the boy smiled stroking her cheek.

Evan smirked at the memory.

Mindy as always had noticed Tara's bright smile when she spoke to Y/N, however this time she was sure to make note of Evans reaction. She looked the boy up and down as he went to stand, making his way over to the two. She nudged Sam who was looking down in her purse in search of her phone. Confused the Carpenter sister swung her head to Mindy before her eyes made their way to the scene about to take place.

"Hey babe you could've asked me to make you something." The boy broke the staring contest between the two as Y/n quickly went to make Tara's order.

The smaller girl chuckled slightly uncomfortable at the heavy weight of her boyfriends arm around her shoulder.

"I figured you were on break so I didn't want to bother you." The boy laughed and began to get behind the counter.

"Nonsense go sit and I'll get everything ready for us." She nodded reluctantly stealing one last glance at Y/n, the other girl clenching her jaw as the boy snatched Tara's cup out of her hand. His voice low as he hissed at the barista.

"Stop flirting with a girl who doesn't want you it's pathetic." Y/N's head went back in offense.

"Excuse me?" Evan chuckled as he continued fixing the drink.

"I'm just saying you keep confusing being nice with flirting and it's kind of annoying considering my girlfriend isn't a fucking lesbo." Evans smug grin was wiped away quickly by a fist. He fell to the ground hand over his mouth to mask his smile as Y/n towered over him. The shop erupting in chaos, Tara running over as Y/N groaned rotating her shoulder. Mindy and Sam looked on wide eyed as well, they were watching the two and to Mindy it was obvious their discussion was anything but cordial.

"What the fuck Y/N?!" The smaller girl crouched down by her boyfriend making the other girl scoff as she watched the boy play victim, she shook her head.

Fuck this.

"I’m going home.” She threw her apron on Evan. "You can use that to clean yourself up."

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Evans mouth was being dabbed with a napkin by Tara who remained silent.

Chad stood back admiring Y/N's work as Mindy crouched closer to the couple staring at Evan for a moment.

"What did you say?" The boy looked to her in surprise.

"Excuse me?" Mindys eyes narrowed.

"Y/n doesn't seem like the type to punch people out of nowhere and you were there talking for a few minutes before she punched you. What did you say?" Evan scoffed laughing a bit.

"How do you know it was me? It's not my fault that she has a crush on Tara." Everyone's eyebrows rose to this not expecting the boy to actually catch on to the baristas feelings.

Mindy stood behind her brother one hand on his shoulder. "That still doesn't explain why she hit you.."

"All I said was Tara is my girlfriend not hers. Why are you so quick to defend her?! For all you know she's the killer!" Sam stepped forward as Tara stayed in the same position.

"How does her having a crush on me make her the killer?" The question too low to be fully understood. Everyone eyes turned to the younger Carpenter.

"Huh?"

"I SAID how does a crush make her the killer?" Evan stared for a moment growing uncomfortable. He hadn't expected his girlfriend to not take his side.

"I mean it's obvious."

"How?"

"If she can't have you no one else can." Mindy supplied. "But if that were the motive then that makes you just as much a suspect as her Evan." Her arms folded across her chest. She began to feel a sense of Deja vu as she remembered having this conversation between Wes and Amber.

Tara definitely has a type.

As the younger kids continued to argue Sam stared at the glass display of food, a familiar figure appearing before her.

"It wouldn't be the first time it was the boyfriend." Billy smiled on at Sam. "Do you really think David loves you?"

"Jealousy really isn't attractive." Mindy jumped in.

Evan just laughed. "Seriously Tara's not even into girls."

Everyone turned to the younger girl who made her way to the door.

"Tara!" Sam stood running after her with Chad as Mindy stayed behind with her younger sisters boyfriend. She held up her hand up once she stepped outside.

"Just give a me a minute." Chad and Sam were skeptical but the younger Carpenter insisted she'd be fine.

Tara POV

Flashback

It was late and I had just finished my final for the semester. Evan was too tired to join and I really just wanted to forget everything about today. We weren't official yet just a few dates here and there.

I saw Y/n from across the bar. She was dressed in a black long sleeve shirt, jeans and Nikes. Her usual chain hanging from her neck.

There was a girl there who kept laughing at everything she said. It was when she put her hand on her shoulder I made my way over to them.

"Hey y/n/n." She looked down at me smiling.

"Hey Tara you having a good time?" I nodded looking up at her with wide eyes.

"Yup." I said popping the "p".  She barely spared a glance to the other girl as she offered to get me a drink.

I nodded eagerly as we made our way to the bar the crowd of bodies making sure we were close to each other at all times.

"What would you like?" I shrugged. She squinted at me before getting me something that tasted like juice. I smiled downing the cup before asking for another her eyes widened as she guffawed.

"I'll get you one more but try to drink this one a little slower." She passed me the cup as our hands grazed each other. I peeked at her from under my eyelashes noticing her gaze wasn't exactly on my eyes. She gulped shaking her head a bit.

"You look beautiful Tara." I felt myself blush.

As the next song came on I yelled grabbing y/n's hand putting the cup down and taking her with me to the dance floor. The other girl scowling at us in the corner.

I pulled her close.

"Uh Tara I-"

I looked up at her with puppy dog eyes.

"I just wanna dance with someone I actually like.” She chuckled giving in and moving with me. I turned putting my back to her, closing my eyes as I started feeling warmer. I threw my hands around the back of her neck pulling her closer.

Her hands slowly made their way around me, I tilted my neck and we continued moving. A small part of me whispered this was a bad idea, the rest of me felt too good to stop.

"Tara," I felt her lips graze my ear making goosebumps appear.

The girl from earlier came up.

"Hey y/n wanna dance with me next?"

My eyes popped open and I glared at her.

We both stopped dancing as I turned abruptly.

I looked up into those (e/c) eyes, for once they weren't covered by glasses. I glanced back at the girl who raised an eyebrow at us. I smirked back, grabbed the front of y/n shirt and crashed my lips to hers.

End of Flashback

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Professor Freddie was walking to his car smiling he had just finished another "tutoring session" with one of his students.

He whistled as he unlocked the door stopping when he saw the back window broken. Furrowing his eyebrows he slowly walked closer to investigate, leaning down he saw a rock with a note attached.

Secrets Secrets are no fun....

A figure slammed his head on the car door, making the man groan. He looked up to see Ghostface standing over him the killer basking in the moment.

"Wait please don't!"

The figure paused head tilted as if they were truly contemplating his request before slamming the knife down into the older man's chest.

[lovelywetdreamer]

🌸💜~Don't trust his blue eyes~💜🌸

I do not know why but I loves writing Armin. Modern aot. Reader is 21. Armin is 23. Eren 22. Mikasa is 22.

You are Eren and Mikasa's precious baby sister. Eren and Mikasa will and have fought any guy that comes your way. If he could, he would lock you up away from all man. No man dares to walk up to you because they all know your juvenile older brother and older sister would put them in the ground. Except for one man, Armin was the only guy you could talk to. The precious nerd was never seen as a threat to Eren. He was Eren's and Mikasa's brother from a mother. Plus in their eyes, Armin can't even kill a fly. The man literally built a little shelter and fed the fly once he caught it. Anyway, Armin is the one guy that will never touch his best friend's baby sister.....right?

Yeah, Eren and Mikasa would be dead wrong to know when Armin comes over to watches movies with you guys one of his hand is in the popcorn bowl while the other one is sliding your panties to the side. Armin insist everyone watch a horror flick with lots of jumps scared. He will don't care for them; he just know Eren will be a scared cat and keeps his eyes close and clinging to death to Mikasa. The noise coming from the movie drown out the wet sounds of kitty being finger fuck from him. He turns the volume up on the movie when he is rubbing circles on your pearl or curling his long slender fingers inside. He wasn't that much of a pervert to let Eren hears his baby sister' sweet little moans.

Eren and Mikasa almost got suspicious toward Armin once in the past. It was this one example when you had your head on Armin's lap in the living room. They came back from the gym and noticed you didn't welcome them home. They also didn't like how Armin puts a blanket on your whole body. Your hair was the only thing peeking out. "What wrong with my sister?" Eren asked while glaring Armin down. "She felt a little a sleepy while we're playing Mario. She end up sleeping on my lap." Armin said with the most innocent smile he ever had. "Hmmmmmmmm...okay takes care of my sister for me, man." "Will... Aah-do. She like a sister to me. They left you guys alone with no wiser of the fact your soft, plumpy was wrapped around Armin' meaty eight inches dick. The moment Armin heard Eren and Mikasa closed the door you were on your knees with your precious tiny throat being stretched out. Your vision became blurring while Armin eyes was taking pictures of his beautiful slut being the perfect fuck toy for him. As a gentleman, he didn't wants to leave mess for you or Eren to cleans. He made sure you swallow every drop of his salty and sweet cum. That was the first time and last time Eren slightly didn't trust his pal.

Eren noticed your grades was slipping a bit. He wanted to tutor you, but he was famous for his monster like strength not for his brilliance. Jean was dumb as a bag of rock. Mikasa was having a sleepover with Sasha, Krista, and Ymir. Armin is the smartest guy Eren know. Armin agrees in a heartbeat to comes by and tutor you. Tutor you as in having his blond hair brush and tickle against the inside of your thighs. Long licks from your pearl to your kitty. His warm soft mouth was on your kitty while you read over study materials. It was hard to stay focuses when his tongue slides in and out of you. He wouldn't let you drop the study materials until you granted him the sweet taste of your cum on his tongue. After you came, he rubs his thick tip along your kitty lips before the tip was being inside you. Armin knews it was wrong to fuck you behind Eren's back. He deserved to beat up just right after he fuck your brain out. "Armin, Armin, aah Armin!!", was the only thing you could say. Your brain became slush by how Armin made sure to hit your g-spot with every deep stroke. "Open your mouth", Armin order while his blue eyes was going dark everytime he saw your slutty pathetic face. You open your mouth and welcome Armin's tongue. His kiss was so sweet and gentle while his hips was slamming against you. You could've sworn you felt his tip hitting your womb. Before Eren and Mikasa came back home from their College classes, Armin left your pretty kitty all sensitive to the touch and cum just flowing out of you. He cleans you in the shower and order you your favorite sushi with extra ginger. When Ereb and Mikasa came home, they saw their favorite angles studying together. Nobody was the wiser to know that Armin have and will keep fucking you.

[neopuff]

ALWAYS ON MY MIND

chapter two: at the back of my mind ships: sasha/milla characters: sasha, milla, otto, truman words: 4452 ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53435410/chapters/135363142

[chap 1]

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It'd been almost a month since Grand Head Zanotto forced Sasha to socialize with someone new for several hours. He'd not done it again since, but that was probably because they hadn't had any new hires since then.

His two hours with Agent Vodello had been surprisingly pleasant. She was charming and friendly, but not uncomfortably so, and Sasha liked that she listened to what he said. At least she seemed to be listening - he hadn't attempted to read her mind out of respect for her privacy, but occasionally caught the telepathic sound of music playing.

After their tour, she hadn't sought him out for anything. Which was just fine - Sasha was always working on research projects or helping Agent Mentallis with one of his new inventions. He didn't need anything else on his plate.

Still, Agent Vodello waved at him anytime they were both in the lobby. He felt himself awkwardly wave back each time, but she was always, always with someone else, so their interactions never really expanded beyond that. 

Which, again, was perfectly fine with him.

On one uneventful Monday morning, Sasha was making his way across the Quarry to Agent Mentallis’ lab when he saw her by herself for the first time in a long time.

She was exiting Agent Mentallis’ lab and had a neutral, almost sad expression on her face. Sasha thought it looked unnatural on her, when she was usually so…smiley.

Just as he thought that, she noticed him, and gave him the bright smile he was used to seeing. “Ah, hello, Agent Nein!”

They both stopped on the same floating pad, just two away from the parking lot in front of the lab. “Good morning, Agent Vodello. Nice to see you.”

“You, too!” She looked positively giddy, clapping her hands together in front of her. “It’s been far too long since we’ve talked - we should get coffee sometime and chat!”

Sasha adjusted his sunglasses, taking that in. He knew that her words were the universal expression of we’ll probably never spend time together again, but said in the nicest way possible. Which was a bit disappointing, but at least he wouldn’t get his hopes up. “Yes…of course. Some time when we’re both free.”

Agent Vodello smiled and waved at him as she levitated away - he watched her for a half-second before turning to focus entirely on the lab. Where his focus was supposed to be.

He stepped through the annoying security room and found himself standing across from Otto Mentallis’ familiar face - the older psychic was alone at his desk, tinkering with something small.

“Agent Mentallis.”

“Ah, Sasha!” Otto smiled and waved him over. “This is a real change of pace - my last visitor was a very lively young woman.”

Sasha chose not to take that as an insult. “I assume you’re referring to Agent Vodello.”

“Yes, that’s her!” The older man stood up and stretched, cracking his back. “Talkative, charming. Pretty, too, don’t you think?”

At that question, Sasha pulled out a cigarette and quickly lit it, enjoying the calm it brought his nerves. “...it would be pointless to pretend otherwise.”

Otto laughed loudly and sharply, surprising the younger agent who stared at him like he’d grown a second head. “I always appreciate how predictable you are, honestly. It makes me feel like I’ve got a good handle on this place. Now what’d you come down here for?”

“I…was interested in how your latest project is going,” Sasha answered, ignoring the other comments. He could genuinely never tell if Agent Mentallis was purposefully trying to get under his skin, or if the man simply didn’t pay attention to some of the things that came out of his mouth. “Have you made much progress?”

“Ahhh…my Distilled Emotions series. No, not particularly.” Otto put a hand to his chin and glanced to the side, where he had scribbles and scratch marks all over the pages of an open notebook. “I’m still interested in the idea, but…it’s slow-going. Nothing has seemed to work so far. But I’m not giving up just yet!”

“I’m sorry to hear that.” Sasha stuffed his hands into his pockets, lit cigarette floating near his head. “If there’s any way I could assist…”

“Not with this one, I don’t think. Not yet, at least! I’ll let you know when I make a breakthrough worth talking about.” The older man paused for a moment, glaring at his wall of gadgets both finished and unfinished, then he grabbed one item to show it off. “Did I show you my new Otto-shot Camera?”

“You did not.” Sasha eyed the camera suspiciously - he didn’t have much need for taking photographs, but he was curious to know how it differed from a normal camera. “What does it do?”

“What doesn’t it do would be a better question!” Otto held it up proudly. “You can use it to…well - take photos! But it also has fun filters and can detect hard-to-find figments inside someone’s mind…it’s very helpful.”

Sasha didn’t think any of that sounded particularly useful to him, though he supposed there was no downside to help in collecting figments. “This seems like it would be better suited for someone like Agent Vodello,” he commented dryly, not really thinking about any unintended meaning to his words.

Otto, however, seemed to find that comment very interesting, considering the suspicious smirk that came over his face as soon as Sasha mentioned the lively, pretty young woman again.

Sasha frowned at the older man’s expression.

“You know what, Sasha, you’re absolutely right. She seems very photogenic - perhaps you could bring this to her and she can test it for me!” Otto said, wolfish smile never leaving his face.

Confused, Sasha reached out and took the camera out of his hands. He wasn’t an idiot - he could see Agent Mentallis was trying to imply something untoward and he didn’t understand how acknowledging her existence would justify that. “What are you doing?” he asked uncomfortably.

“Me? I’m just trying to be efficient with my time!” Otto answered innocently, holding his hands up in the air. “I’m an old man, Sasha. You can't expect me to go back and forth to the Motherlobe all willy-nilly.”

Sasha held the camera tighter in his hands. Though Agent Mentallis’ explanation made sense, they'd spent enough time together that Sasha knew he was lying. He didn't understand why Agent Mentallis felt it necessary to make those types of jokes, but it certainly wasn't the first time nor would it be the last.

“...alright. I'll bring it to her,” Sasha said hesitantly. “But I don’t see her often, so don’t expect results anytime soon.”

“Sure, sure. Whenever. I'm in no rush!”

Sasha made his way out of the workshop, feeling a bit like he'd wasted his time. He liked Agent Mentallis and really enjoyed working with the man on machines and gadgets, but Agent Mentallis also had the unfortunate habit of implying that Sasha needed to socialize with people his own age. On more than one occasion, he'd even told Sasha to go get a life!

But Sasha did have a life. He felt extremely comfortable as he was currently living, even if he didn't have many friends. He'd spent the last seven years building himself a career and a reputation amongst the Psychonauts that he wouldn't trade for anything. And those years of focus and discipline had given him the strength and understanding to work through difficulties from his youth. There was no amount of socializing with a beautiful woman that would have any such impact. 

Or a not-beautiful woman. 

Or anyone, really.

He took a step closer to the Motherlobe and took another drag of his cigarette. It felt like he was breaking some sort of unspoken rule by acknowledging Agent Vodello’s charm. He could only blame Otto for implanting the thought in his mind. But it wasn’t inappropriate to recognize that she was pretty. She clearly took pride in her appearance - she wore makeup, styled her hair, looked at herself in mirrors anytime she noticed one. But Sasha felt still like he was doing something wrong.

As he entered the Motherlobe, Sasha’s eyes were immediately drawn to the woman of the hour - she had started to wear more colorful clothes after getting settled in the new job, and her style tended to include bright colors, which made her especially noticeable.

More than that, though, she was levitating alongside Grand Head Zanotto, and they were headed towards the Nerve Center.

Obviously they were going to talk about something important. Sasha had no reason to interrupt, especially when all he had to give her was Agent Mentallis’ strange new camera. So he made his way back to his office. Sasha had recently completed a short recon mission and still needed to write up his report - there was plenty of work to do that didn't involve anyone else.

He got about fifteen minutes into his report - which meant it was almost done, since the mission had been fairly simple - when he felt a telepathic prodding in the back of his mind.

“Sasha, can you come up to my office? I need your assistance.”

He pouted and adjusted his sunglasses, curious what Grand Head Zanotto needed from him. Especially after he just met with Agent Vodello - Sasha anxiously wondered if she'd complained about him for some reason. Maybe she felt he'd been staring at her and was uncomfortable. Or perhaps Agent Mentallis said something out-of-turn.

“Be right there,” Sasha responded, telepathically reaching back.

Paperwork forgotten, Sasha tried not to feed his paranoia as he made his way to the Grand Head’s office. It was unlikely that Agent Vodello had filed a complaint about him. And it was even more unlikely that Agent Mentallis being inappropriate would lead to Sasha being called in for a talk.

He didn't really have a guess as to the purpose of this meeting, so he supposed he had no choice but to wait and find out.

Upon reaching the Grand Head’s office, Sasha turned to levitate over the water fixture when he heard two familiar voices talking. He was immediately confused and very curious why he’d been brought in when the previous meeting hadn’t ended yet.

“Ah, there he is!”

Sasha landed a few feet in front of the Grand Head’s desk when the older man smiled at him, and Camilla turned around with a matching smile on her face.

“Two times in one day! What a treat!” she said with a little wink.

Sasha took another drag from his cigarette and nodded at her, then looked up at the Grand Head. “You needed me for something…?”

“Not me, exactly. Agent Vodello here has been struggling with some of her psychic powers and I thought you could give her some one-on-one training since you’re not on any assignments right now,” Grand Head Zanotto answered quickly, repeatedly glancing down at the clock on his desk.

“Oh.”

Camilla looked embarrassed and ran her fingers through her hair. “I haven’t had much opportunity to practice certain things and he mentioned you right away,” she said with a chuckle. “I hope it’s not a bother.”

“No, not at all,” Sasha answered, adjusting his sunglasses slightly. “I always have time to help a fellow Psychonaut.”

She smiled again - a particularly bright and charming smile that made Sasha grab his cigarette once more - and then stood up. Sasha had forgotten how tall she was. Though he was still taller than her, it was only by an inch or two. He was used to towering over the average person; it was a nice change of pace.

“That’s great to hear, Sasha!” Grand Head Zanotto was looking through some papers on his desk while he spoke. “The new classroom is finished if you two want to check it out while you train! Or go wherever. Doesn’t matter. Just let me or Agent Forsythe know if you need anything!”

They exited his office and started walking through the Nerve Center, ignoring the dozen Psychonauts levitating all over the room and chatting about anything under the sun.

Sasha noticed Agent Forsythe staring curiously at the two of them walking together and he couldn’t stop himself from smoking again.

“You smoke quite a bit,” Camilla commented.

“It’s been more than usual lately,” he responded as they exited the Nerve Center and made their way into the lobby. “Good for calming my nerves.”

There was a bit of hesitation before Agent Vodello spoke again. “I hope I’m not causing you more stress, I’m sure Truman could ask someone else if you’re busy!”

Sasha turned towards her, one eyebrow raised. “It has nothing to do with you,” he lied, having realized in the past hour that his urge to smoke increased every time Camilla’s looks or charm were mentioned around him. Or anytime she said something especially friendly. There was just something about her - Agent Mentallis wasn’t wrong when he called her pretty, but she was more than just pretty. She was show-stoppingly gorgeous. And she made Sasha feel nervous in ways he wasn’t quite used to. He’d been around plenty of beautiful people, but Camilla had a glow around her like no other. She lit up every room she was in like she harnessed the light of the sun itself. “I can’t pinpoint exactly what it’s related to, but I’m sure it’ll pass.”

“I hope so,” Camilla responded, glancing around the newly updated wing of the Motherlobe. “I haven’t been over here yet,” she said unprompted, spinning around as she levitated.

“I haven’t either.” Sasha watched her for a moment, then turned to take in the new hallway layout. “I suppose Agent Forsythe’s new office will go back here, then.”

She’d poked her head into the new classroom as he spoke - the room was finished being built a week or two ago and was still being filled with the appropriate furniture. So it looked a little empty. Not that it mattered, since the training would all be in Sasha’s head.

“We’ll be training here?” she asked curiously.

Sasha levitated past her and into the room, stopping in front of a set of chairs that had been left in the center of the floor. He pulled a small, colorful door out of his jacket pocket and let it hover above his hand. “I think we’ll cause less damage if we go into my mind.”

“Oh!” Camilla quickly joined him by the chairs. “I didn’t even consider that.”

“Have you…been inside someone else’s mind before?” he asked a little hesitantly, not sure where she was at in her training.

“Truman let me visit his mind not long after he visited mine.” She answered carefully, not making eye contact while she spoke. “It wasn’t for very long, though. I was still…working on some things.”

Sasha nodded, not knowing the specifics but understanding the gist. “I suppose you don’t have your own door, then.”

“I was actually just talking to Agent Mentallis about that!” Camilla answered. “He promised to make mine nice and sparkly.” She chuckled, then reached out to touch the edge of Sasha’s door. “Yours is beautiful. I wouldn’t have expected so many colors!”

He grabbed his cigarette and took one last drag, happy to get his money’s worth by smoking the stick as far as it could go. “Yes. Well. My mind is certainly not as colorful.”

She giggled at that response and took a seat in one of the chairs, brushing invisible dust off her dress and sitting up as straight as possible. “I’m ready when you are, Agent Nein.”

Sasha followed suit and took the seat across from her. He placed the small door on his forehead, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and waited for the welcome intruder to find her way inside. He remembered his first time entering someone’s mind through a door - that person was Otto Mentallis, and that man’s mind was a disorganized mess. It’d given Sasha hives just walking through it, and encouraged him to keep his own mind as clean and organized as possible.

For himself, sure. But also for future guests.

A minute later and he was greeted by the sight of Camilla Vodello levitating around one side of his specifically crafted block of a mindscape.

“Now this is more what I expected,” she said thoughtfully.

He wondered if she meant that literally - that she’d been thinking about him and wondering what his mind looked like - but quickly shook that off. He was usually a master of controlling his thoughts and focusing…Agent Vodello just so happened to throw him off-balance. He needed to get a handle on that.

He adjusted his sunglasses, wondering when his censors would start to arrive. “Which powers would you like to work on?”

“I’m not the best at PSI-Blasting,” she admitted sheepishly. “Or connecting thoughts.”

“My mind is an excellent space for working on your Marksmanship skills,” Sasha responded. “I can set up some thoughts for you to connect, though we’ll have to put them back when we’re done.”

“Of course!” Camilla smiled at him, hands clasped behind her back. “I wouldn’t want to change your opinions like that.” She started to levitate, as she often did, and then went exploring around to another side of Sasha’s mind cube. She didn’t react much to anything - considering how clean Sasha kept it, he wasn’t surprised. 

But then she let out a low “oh, hello!” and Sasha mentally focused on her to see what she was doing.

She was watching one of his memory vaults jumping around, making little noises at it as if she was speaking to a dog. It was strange, to say the least. Sasha levitated the vision of himself in his mind towards her to observe it closer.

He recognized which vault it was immediately. “You can open it if you’d like,” he said as he continued to watch her try to pet it. “Especially if you haven’t looked into a memory vault before. It’s a very unique experience.”

“Truman asked me not to look at his,” Camilla answered, reaching down to lightly scratch the memory vault. “Are you sure? If it’s too much, I can-”

“It’s fine.” He meant it, too.

She held eye contact for another moment, just in case he showed any sign of hesitation at all, then reached down and gently pet the memory vault on its head. It made a happy noise and then laid down and opened up for her, which Sasha thought was interesting. Usually he’d smack them or use telekinesis to hold them steady - he’d never watched someone coax one so gently before.

Agent Vodello spent a minute staring at the inside of the vault, and Sasha felt a voyeuristic discomfort from watching her do so. He didn’t have much of a choice, though, whether he stared at her directly or just felt her presence in his mind.

Eventually she stood up, a solemn look on her face. It wasn’t like he was the only person in the world who lost their mother at a young age, but he supposed he could’ve warned her.

She levitated over to him without saying a word, and before Sasha could open his mouth - her arms were suddenly wrapped around his neck and she was pressed up against him.

He didn’t know what to do. So he just stood there, completely stiff and still, until she backed away.

“I’m so sorry, Sasha,” she said softly, her hands held together in front of her chest. “She seemed like a wonderful person.”

Still a bit shaken by the hug, Sasha was frozen for a moment before finally shaking his head and reaching up to adjust his sunglasses. He needed a cigarette again. “I…yes, she was. Thank you for saying so.”

Camilla smiled at him and reached forward, placing one of her hands against his arm. “If you ever want to talk, I’d be happy to listen.”

The amount of affection he was receiving was a little overwhelming for Sasha, and he stared down at her hand for a few seconds before awkwardly clearing his throat and lightly shaking his head. “I appreciate the offer, but I’m fine. It was quite a long time ago.” He felt like he could breathe easier as she pulled her hand away. “Let’s focus on why we’re here - my censors should be showing up any moment now.”

x

They spent over an hour training in Sasha’s mind - blasting censors with blastokinesis, tossing censors at one another using telekinesis, slowing down time and watching the confusion cross the censors’ faces…it was fun, if he was being honest with himself. Sasha hadn’t had an opportunity to just blow off some steam inside his mind in several months.

One moment that he filed away for later was when he asked Camilla about pyrokinesis. She shook her head and claimed that fire just wasn’t her thing, so they moved on without it. But he was unfortunately quite curious about that. Was she in an accident that involved fire?

Or perhaps she just wasn’t confident at controlling it.

Either way, the subject seemed sensitive and he didn’t know her well enough to ask.

She blasted another small censor and took a deep breath before stretching out her arms and falling back, landing with a thud and closing her eyes.

Sasha levitated over and stood next to her, staring down at the serene look on her face. “Are you alright?”

“Just tired, darling, very tired,” she mumbled in response.

He felt his cheeks heat up slightly, not sure why she’d just called him that. Was she thinking about someone else? Was she so tired that she’d lost her verbal self control? “I…um,” he started, wanting to say something about it. But she looked very peaceful and unconcerned with her own words, it almost felt rude to say something. “...we can leave, if you’d like.”

She sighed again, opening her eyes to stare back at him. Then she smiled. “That sounds nice. I’m supposed to meet with Kim for lunch soon.”

Sasha hoped he didn’t look as embarrassed as he felt. The combination of that nickname and the smile she just gave him made him feel like there were angry butterflies trying to break out of his stomach. “If that can wait a little longer, I actually have something for you in my office.”

Camilla levitated back to a standing position and tilted her head - staring at him like he’d said something crazy. “...you do?”

He glanced away from her, feeling suddenly self-conscious. “Yes, um. Well, it’s from Agent Mentallis. A device he thought you might like to test for him.”

Her eyes widened and brightened at that, and Camilla grabbed her smelling salts and quickly made her way out of Sasha’s mind. When he opened his eyes again in the classroom, she was already standing and ready to go.

“This is the first time Agent Mentallis has thought of me for something like this!” she said excitedly, clapping her hands together in front of her. “What is it?”

Sasha stood up with her and started making his way out of the room. “You shouldn’t get too excited. It’s a camera. A…psychic camera.”

Camilla followed him, floating the whole way. “A psychic camera?”

“He, um…thought you could test it out for him. Take photos of…” Sasha paused, not sure if it would be weird to suggest she take photographs of herself. But that was the implication, wasn’t it? “...anything. It can apparently help you find figments in people’s minds.”

She smiled, though there was a look on her face that seemed more confused than excited. “I did enjoy collecting figments in Truman’s mind. Still, it seems a bit random.”

“Agent Mentallis mentioned something about you being, um…” Sasha reached into his pocket and grabbed a new cigarette, needing it desperately. “Photogenic.”

Camilla laughed and levitated ahead of him. She’d only been to his office once before, but it wasn’t difficult to remember the way there. “It’s not the first time an older man has said something like that about me, I suppose.”

Sasha suddenly felt mortified on her behalf. He stood still, the aquarium lighting up the left side of his face while his newly-lit cigarette lit up the right. “I’ll talk to him. He shouldn’t make comments like that. It’s not appropriate.”

She turned around and had an amused smile on her face. “I like photogenic, actually.” She paused in front of Sasha’s office door, waiting for him to catch up. “It’s kind of nice.”

Sasha decided that he would still say something to Agent Mentallis, whether she wanted him to or not. If he didn’t, the older man was guaranteed to continue making little comments or suggestions or implications and Sasha Nein was not a man who enjoyed being teased or watching his coworker be teased. Especially when there was nothing to be teased about! So he stepped past Camilla, let his office door open, and quickly used telekinesis to grab the camera and bring it over.

“Ohh, it’s cute!” she said with a smile. “Perhaps Kim will let me take photos of her, too.”

He grabbed one side of his sunglasses with his thumb and middle finger, adjusting them slightly. Again. “Don’t feel any obligation to do this right away. Agent Mentallis tends to jump from one project to another very quickly.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” Agent Vodello levitated the camera into her surprisingly spacious purse and then glanced at her watch. “I should go meet with Kim now. But I’d love to train more tomorrow if you’re free?”

Sasha raised a single eyebrow. “Um…yes, I’m free. Should we meet in the classroom again at 11?”

“Yes, that’s perfect!” She hopped up, back to levitating as she liked to do. “Then I’ll see you tomorrow, darling!”

She quickly exited his office and left Sasha with the same question he’d had earlier about her use of the term darling. After that second instance, he couldn’t use the excuse that she was tired or delusional. But…it was strange, wasn’t it? The last person in his life who’d called him anything close to darling was his mother, though it admittedly felt quite different coming from Agent Vodello. He wondered if there was a possibility she just talked like that and he hadn’t paid enough attention to notice before. There were a few Psychonauts at the Motherlobe who frequently used slang that Sasha didn’t understand, so…that would certainly make more sense than anything else.

He took a deep breath and decided to move on. There was no use lingering on such a simple little thing.

[jeanscoolwife]

How jean helps you when you’re grieving.

Jean Kirstein x Reader

tw: mentions of mental health, traumatic events, mentions of suicide

i felt like writing something kinda sad but cute, enjoy 😩

You broke down after hearing that Sasha had just passed away. You had just got home from Marley, you were tired, hurting and in complete distress. As you walked out of the airship, you had only stopped crying, wasn't too long until you just sat outside with Jean, Connie and Armin. Watching as the bodies were taken away. Jean had his arm around your waist pulling you close, you rested your head on his shoulder. No one said a word. It had never been so quiet with all of you together. Two and a half weeks passed, and you sat in the shared room that you had with Jean. Dinner was supposed to be in 10 minutes but you weren't hungry, you had barely eaten all week. Even when you tried to eat the lump in your throat just got in the way. Every day seemed to get harder, not easier. The only thing that had improved was that you stopped crying, it was like you run out of tears to cry. Jean didn't know that you had been silently crying yourself to sleep every night. But you did know that you were bound to break again.

Jean was extremely worried about you, everyone was, and Armin kept checking up on you relentlessly. Connie also thought he was doing badly himself not as badly as you seemingly were. Mikasa knew you were doing badly but she was too. Jean was the first to notice you had lost a lot of weight from the lack that you had been eating. He hadn't seen you smile in weeks if made him feel awful. He wished he could just make you happy again.

Sasha was your best friend and it had destroyed you, everything was so different, so quiet at dinner, life seemed to just have drained out. Jean was heading up to your room coming to tell you that dinner was ready. He walks into the room and he sees you with your knees to your chest and your chin resting on your knees. He sighs at seeing you so miserable, it broke his heart more than you realised. "Y/N?" He spoke softly, "Dinner is ready" "Mhm." You replied, your body ached as usual, and your eyes feel sore at the lack of sleep. "I'm not hungry," You said with a weak voice.

He approaches you and is stood in front of you, his tired eyes looking at you, a sad expression painted on his face. "You need to eat... It's important. I need you to be okay" Jean rests his hand on your face, lifting it to look at your exhausted eyes. "I'm fine...I'm not hungry..." You repeated looking down not making eye contact, you felt your throat tighten, and your eyes felt watery. Were you going to cry for the first time in a week? - not like that is long but it sure felt like it.

Of course, when you're met with your lover confronting you like this, the tears were bound to fall. "You're not fine, you need help..." He stated but still kept a soft tone. He kneels in front of you so he can see your face. "Please just talk to me..." And that was when you finally broke, you choked out a sob and your head falls on his shoulder.

He pulls you down straight away into his lap, as he sits down properly and hugs you tightly. Your legs on either side of his waist, he was sitting down with his legs crossed. You sob loudly as you cover your face with your hands, Jean's arms tighten as he hugs you. "Shhh.." He comforts you, rubbing your back. It hurt him having to hold you as you painfully cried, your heart ached and so did his. I suppose that was the link you shared, if you're hurting, he was hurting.

Your sobs were loud and painful. It was like someone was sawing you in half all the way to your heart, which was already in millions of pieces at the bottom of your stomach. Your theoretical soul has been torn apart to the point, it didn't exist anymore. All of yourself was nothing, due to your effusive grief. Would there be an end to your suffering or was the world just that unfair?

He held you as he had never held you before, the last time he had to hold you like this was after Connie walked through those doors and told you Sasha had died. The way Eren laughed at her death, the anger that consumed your body, leading you to leap over and attack him. Levi contained you and pulled you away before you could do anything that you would eventually regret. "Jean, take her out of here before it gets worse than it already is." Jean didn't hesitate to wrap his arms around your waist and started pulling you out of the room, you cried and cursed out Eren, trying your best to get out of Jean's grip. He was too strong for you, he pulled you out of the room and you continued to let out a deadly outcry. Tears streamed down your cheeks and your heart shattered. The pain you were feeling was unbearable, it felt as if someone had stabbed you repeatedly all over the entirety of your body.

Jean held you like there was no tomorrow, his back against the wall. Not long after you were out of the room you gave up your fight and your body went limp. Your whole body ached from all of the struggles. Jean kept hold of you and slowly slid down to the floor, your back falling against him. Your calloused hands cover your face. His head leaned against yours, a tear rolling down his cheek. Not only were you hurting but Jean was hurting just as much as you were, he could just keep it in a lot better. Your face was drenched in tears, and the water that came from your eyes didn't stop coming, you were mostly quiet now apart from the sniffling and your shaking breaths. Jean kissed the side of your head as he held you ever so tightly. Here you were 2 weeks later back in his arms and sobbing. Your arms moved around his neck and you hugged him. It felt like there was nothing around you, just him and you. The whole world fell silent, the only thing that could be heard was your heart beating in sync with each other and your heavy breathing.

Moments passed and Jean started speaking. "Please, start looking after yourself, Y/N. You deserve to be happy again."

"How can I be happy again, Jean? Sasha is dead." you choked out. "I know but you need to do this for yourself and not just that Sasha. She wouldn't want you to be like this for months on end, she would want you to take care of yourself. If you can't survive just try. That's what she would want."

His words lingered in the air for a few moments, you were thinking of what to say next. The words simply just wouldn't come out. You knew he was right. He always knew what you needed to hear.

"You have so many people that care about you and want you to be happy." He said softly as he continued slow and gentle strokes on your back. "I want you to be happy because you fucking deserve it. You're the most amazing person I have ever met. You're my only guiding light and I can't accomplish anything without you, your smile, your laugh, your whole self. You made me into the person I am now and I need you back." he sighed before speaking once more. "I am not telling you to just get over it, I know it's not that easy. But, you got to pick yourself up again. I love you more than anything in this entire world and it destroys me that you're miserable."

His words warm your heart, you lift your and meet his eyes, your hand cupping his cheeks. "Thank you, I love you more than anything. You always know what I need to hear, and you make me believe I'm worth something." your voice is frail but you try your best, your eyes feeling swollen. "You are worth more than the entire world itself."

Your sorrowed soul was still nothing but your heart started to piece itself back together. Jean was the reason you started healing. He was the reason your soul slowly became full of life again.

Jean loved you so much that you started loving yourself again.

[andi-dromeda]

Olive didn't like to think much about her past. Well maybe that's not true. She did enjoy the memories of her parents before Calamity ruined everything. She especially enjoyed the memory of Sybil telling her their eyes were red because they were filled with love. She also could fondly remember most of her time at Gotham Academy. But there was always a black blob she liked to ignore. A man who stole her mother from her. A man who's supposedly so clever yet couldn't figure out Sybil was being possessed. A man who made every adult in her life spy on her and see her as a ticking time bomb. Batman was not someone she liked to remember. Unfortunately for her, he was everywhere. She could never be sure he wasn't spying on her from the shadows. She could never truly be free of the dark knight that followed her. He haunted her long after Calamity was exorcised. To say she didn't like bats was an understatement.

Olive lived in a dorm building on Gotham U campus. She shared a flat with Pomeline and thanks to Pom's mother, they'd gotten one of the nicer buildings with seperate rooms. It was modern, well, modern compared to everything else, and most importantly had easy to access roof. Olive liked to study up there. She'd dragged a few deck chairs up to the roof around the time she first moved in. Gotham was rarely quiet but up on the roof the noises of the city seemed distant and hushed. It was peaceful and a good place for her to work on her newest project, her costume. She'd been cast as Juliette for the drama department's most recent play and she happened to befriend an exhausted student in the costuming department, Sasha. She'd offered to sew her own costume if they bought her the materials and Sasha looked on the verge of tears she was so grateful.

Olive had been peacefully sewing, listening to a cover of "La Seine" when all of a sudden she felt it. She hadn't felt those kind of eyes on her in a while now but there was no mistaking it. A bat was watching her. She snapped her gaze to another building's roof and stared. Olive resisted the urge to roll her eyes in favour of keeping her glare on him. Then the white slits hidden amongst shadows moved forward. She saw they weren't from a black cowl but a red helmet. Her gaze softened and she raised an eyebrow. Red Hood grappled over and gracefully landed on her roof. He didn't move for a while so she kicked a chair toward him. He took the hint, sat down and finally spoke.

"I wasn't trying to find you."

"You weren't?" Olive questioned and he held his hand to his chest. The hand she'd felt a week ago. She wondered if he felt the same tingling sensation she did.

"Hood's honour. I was investigating rumours about Black Mask trying to use the campus canteen as place to hide some smuggled goods. Turns out the rumours were right but the goods was just a first edition copy of Adultolescence."

"The Gabbie Hanna book?"

"You know the author?" He pulled out the book, thumbed through the pages and stopped at a poem that just said 'link in bio'. "Is this code for something?"

"No, she's a youtuber. Its just a poetry book."

"Well I knew this was poetry, but why would Roman be into this?"

"Maybe he's a fan?"

"Unlikely. Is she-" He stopped on one page that had notes scribbled onto it in a cipher. Hood started jotting down possible translations on a note pad and Olive went back to her sewing. He seemed so engulfed in decoding the message, he'd completely forgotten she was there. She didn't mind though. The quiet was comfortable. Even more comfortable than it had been before. She finished the first part of the petticoat by the time Hood shot up in triumph. He folded the book and notes back into his jacket then noticed her project.

"You're hand stitching a peticoat?"

"I offered to make my own costume and I prefer to hand stitch then use a machine." She shrugged then quietly added, "my Mom taught me."

Hood crouched down in front of the skirt laid across her lap and examined it. She wondered what his face was doing but luckily his voice, though distorted by the filter in his hood, was still very expressive.

"She taught you well." He commented. "Your back stitch is really neat."

"Thank you." Olive smiled and rethreaded her needle. "We're not trying to make historically accurate costumes because we don't have the time, but I wanted to try bring some sort of accuracy into it you know? I thought making a petticoat and a corset would work and still be renaissance enough to make me happy."

"You like renaissance fashion?"

"I had a-" She paused trying to think of what to call Calamity. "-cousin, Amy, who was really into renaissance fashion. I like costumes and sewing."

"Cool." Hood nodded and pushed himself up to his full height. "Well, I better get back to vigilante shit."

"Taylor Swift?" Olive chuckled at the idea of the feared, brutal Red Hood listening to Midnights.

"The country girl?"

"She hasn't done country music in forever."

"Oh. What does she do now?"

"Mostly pop but she has good lyrics. You should check her out."

"I'll be sure to do that." Red Hood walked to the edge of the building, turned back to wave, before grappling away into the night. She watched the red dot disappear into the shadows of Gotham and turned back to the petticoat. She decided to turn in for the night and brought her stuff inside. She placed the petticoat on top of the red fabric she was going to use for the dress and flopped down on to her bed. Sasha had said they were going with the tradition of putting the Montegues in blue and the Capulets in red. Which worked out terrific for Olive, red was her favourite colour after all. The thought reminded her of the conversation she'd had with Red Hood. She'd been brain storming how to use the favour he owed her to get back at Batman but hadn't come up with anything good enough yet. Luckily, Hood didn't seem bothered by her taking a while so she still had a long time to think about it.

She checked over the boning she planned to use for the corset and started arranging the red fabric. Sasha had explained the symbolism of the colours. Blue and Red are considered opposites. Blue represents sadness which suits how Romeo starts out in the play. Red represents anger, love and passion which fit the Capulets perfectly. Almost everything they did was motivated by anger, love and passion. Olive figured the colour probably suited her then too. She wondered how well it fit Red Hood.

[moonshotsx]

10 for sashnetra pls 🫶

10. It’s been six months since we last saw each other and that’s all you can say?

take 2 because the first draft was deleted by tumblr

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Sasha didn't know why she walked up to Anetra's place, not after half a year since she'd broken up the poor man's heart.

It had been pouring all night, her flimsy jacket barely was able to keep her stage outfit from getting wet.

She already could tell her makeup had been ruined by the rain, making her look even more pathetic.

As she made her way up the stairs of Anetra's apartment complex, she noticed just how much hadn't changed.

The ceiling of the corridor where the younger man's apartment was still sported the same leak Anetra had been complaining about for a while.

The clicking of her heels echoed in the empty hallway just made it more obvious how late it was.

She knocked three times at the familiar door, silence falling back as she waited.

Would he still be awake? Maybe it had been a stupid idea to come over like this.

Moments later, her thoughts were answered when a buzz-cut Anetra appeared behind the door, looking very much half asleep.

"You cut your hair?" was the first thing she managed to let out before she could think it through.

Upon hearing her voice, it seemed that Anetra had finally fully registered who was in front of him.

His stance went from neutral to defensive in an instant, he frowned before replying.

"It’s been six months since we last saw each other and that’s all you can say?"

He sounded so tired and annoyed.

Sasha knew he had all the reasons to.

"I'm sorry... I-I just needed to see you, but maybe I should-"

"You're going to catch a cold if you don't get dried off," he sighed, "Just get in," he moved to the side and closed the door behind Sasha.

"You should take a shower, you know where everything is," he continued as he made his was to the sofa, "Take the bed, I'll be fine on the couch".

"Anetra, I-"

"Save it for tomorrow morning," he laid on the couch, putting one arm to cover his eyes.

Sasha stood there awkwardly for a few minutes before walking into the bathroom.

She quickly stripped herself of the drenched clothes and hopped into the shower.

As the hot water hit her skin, her tears flooded.

She had broken Anetra's heart, and yet he hadn't hesitated to let her in.

How could have she been so stupid to ruin what they had?

[summer-nights19]

Wings of freedom part 1- Moon song

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Levi Ackerman x fem! reader

(Side note: the reader is in her early 20s and Levi is his canon age)

"Hurry up, Y/N, or we'll be late!" Jean calls from outside your bedroom door. You stumbled up from your bed , still half asleep. The previous week, you had graduated from the cadets along with all of your peers, but, unlike the vast majority, you had decided to join the scouts. As soon as he learned this, Commander Erwin had given you a message from Captain Levi requesting that you join his squad.

"Sorry, what ?" you had asked, shocked- the Levi squad was known for having the most talented among the scouts, and while you were a "good soldier", you definitely weren't anything too extraordinary, like Mikasa, Annie or even Jean.

"He didn't elaborate when asked for details, but he was adamant that I ask you". Erwin had looked at you with a solemn expression on his face, but a clearness in his eyes that had made you think he knew something you didn't.

"So? Do you accept?" Of course, you had said yes- only a fool would have turned down that offer, so Erwin didn't seem surprised when you nodded at him. He had replied with a curt salute before escorting you to the door of his office.

That night, you had tried to recall all your interactions with the captain, aside from seeing him in the mess hall or corridors. He was usually silent, but had a watchful eye which always seemed to linger on you for a fraction of a second longer than on anything else. The first time you had talked to him properly was towards the last few months of your time as a cadet. You had gotten into the habit of spending a few hours training alone every day. At first, he would just stand nearby and watch you for a while, his expression impossible to read. On the first afternoon, you had gone up to him after you'd first noticed him watching.

"Hi Captain ! Is there anything I can do to help you?"

He glanced at you, his grey eyes calculating and just a hint of a smirk on his lips. However, when he finally spoke, his voice was as cold as you'd always expected it to be.

"No. Now get back to work. And hold those damn blades properly."

You frowned at him

"I am !" You held your arms out for him to see

He started walking towards you, and you were certain you were in for at least a telling off, if not one of his infamous cleaning punishments. Instead, when he finally reached you, he took your hand in his and started adjusting your fingers on the handle of the sword with unexpected gentleness. His hands were barely bigger than yours and cold to the touch. You could feel your face heat up.

"Thank you Captain" you stammered after he'd finished. He nodded curtly and walked off in the same direction he came from. You watched him until he disappeared.

Ever since that afternoon, you had always found a teabag and a few extra rations in the place you trained. A few times, you'd even found notes offering you advice on how to improve your techniques, or praising your Although you'd wanted to thank the Captain for this kindness, you saw so little of him that this had been impossible. But that was all going to change soon, apparently.

"Y/N! We're going to miss breakfast ! if you don't hurry up I'll drag you out of your room in your pyjamas !"Jean's shouting snaps you out of your reminiscing- you throw on your uniform, brush your hair and slip your boots on, before rushing out of the door.

"You sure took your sweet time," your other firend, Connie Springer, says

"You're one to talk. You literally just got here!" Jean reprimanded him. You were surprised at your friend's eagerness to stick up for you- normally, you bickered and picked fights.

"I guess Sasha isn't coming then?" You asked, interrupting Jean and Connie's argument.

"Yeah, she's ahead of us in the mess hall. She said she's try save us a table near the captain," Connie sent a smirk in your direction, causing you to roll your eyes

"It's not like that,"

"It's not ? Then why do you turn red whenever someone brings him up?"

Surprisingly, it was Jean who came to your rescue

"Cut it out bald ass, now let's go eat before the mess hall closes,"

Taken aback, you followed your friends to breakfast, the nerves you'd felt that morning completely forgotten as you laughed and chatted over the meager portions of food.

You didn't notice that a pair of eyes was lingering on you the entire time.

Masterlist

[melishade]

Number 45?

This ask game

Beloved Timeline. Elita finally getting some closure with the lives lost on the neutral ship, when the Survey Corps clear the neutral ship of scraplets.

CW grief.

"Alright!" Hanji exclaimed, "Let's get some samples and take it back to the walls with us!"

As the Survey Corps began to make their way out of the control room of the neutral ship, Eren noticed Elita just...standing there. She was as still as a statue, staring off into space. Eren took a small step forward, and used his titan form to tap Elita on the shoulder. The Cybertronian jolted and snapped her helm to him, and Eren quickly raised his hands in surrender.

"...sorry," she apologized. She glanced over at Optimus, who was telling something to Megatron and grimaced at the sight of the former warlord. Eren gestured to Elita, trying to ask her what was wrong, but it was just grunts and growls. Elita didn't seem too phased by Eren's inability to communicate.

"I need to request something of you," Elita began, causing Eren to raise an eyebrow in confusion, "I need you to tell Optimus that I will be remaining here for a few solar cycles." Elita noted Eren's stilled perplexed expression. "Days."

Eren gestured to Optimus, who gave a curt nod to Megatron as he took his leave.

"Optimus will try to convince me to either come with him, or remain by my side," Elita explained to Eren as a bitter expression crossed her face, "But this is something that I need to do alone for a time being. I will call him when I'm ready. Can you do that for me?"

Eren nodded his head, and Elita gave a small smile. She patted Eren's arm before walking past him. Optimus saw Elita leave the room, but was surprised when she walked in the opposite direction of the exit. Optimus was prepared to go after her, but Eren pulled himself out of his titan form, distracting the Prime.

"She said that she wanted to stay here for a few days," Eren explained before coughing. He pulled his arms out of his titan form, and Optimus quickly offered his servo, and the teen climbed in with ease.

"Did she specify why?" Optimus asked as he exited the room with Eren, looking down the hall Elita went down.

"She just said that she needed to do this on her own and she'll call you when she's ready," Eren explained.

Optimus stared ahead with concern, but the Prime's shoulders sagged, and he relented. He knew that Elita was a passenger on this ship, and this was no doubt the first time she's been inside for years since the crash. He had no idea how long she knew the crew, but he knew...she needed time alone. Optimus wordlessly turned and walked outside the ship to return to the Walls with the others.

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A few days later

"So...any idea when Elita is coming back?" Connie asked Eren.

"What? Why would I know?" Eren tried to feign innocence.

"Because Optimus trains you and Hanji experiments on you," Sasha retorted, "C'mon. You have to know something."

"Look! It's...it's not my business okay," Eren proclaimed. He still wasn't too sure how he felt about Elita, or what was going through her head. This type of thing was, or at least, it felt complicated for him. He didn't want to dwell on it too much.

"Still, hasn't it been twenty years since she crashed here?" Jean asked, "I'm not trying to be callous, I just feel like she might've...dealt with it?"

"Titans like Optimus live for a long time," Eren reminded, "A lot longer than us."

"Eren's right," Armin agreed, "Twenty years for us is like a few months for them."

"And...who knows what she's been through during that time...all alone," Mikasa lamented.

Jean crossed his arms at that. "Guess you guys are right."

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Optimus, in holoform, equipped the thunder spear to the handle of the 3D gear. Hanji and Levi watched from the sides as he aimed the weapon at the tree trunk. As Optimus was prepared to pull the trigger, he paused and heard his comm. link. turn on. Hanji raised an eyebrow in confusion as Optimus didn't fire the weapon. The new Commander then jolted when Optimus suddenly fired. The thunder spear connected and destroyed the tree trunk, taking some of the roots along with it.

Optimus then set the handle of the 3D gear on the table. "I must return to the neutral ship."

"O-okay!" Hanji stumbled with her wording as Optimus deactivated the holoform. The two could only watch as Optimus drove north towards the Wall's gate.

"Well, at least the weapon worked," Hanji remarked.

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Once Optimus passed through the gate in Wall Maria, he drove as fast as he could to the neutral ship. It felt like it was taking forever to reach the ship, but in reality, it only took about a few hours. When Optimus arrived and transformed into his bipedal mode, he saw Elita sitting outside, staring at a fire of her own creation. Surrounding that fire were six items that he couldn't recognize. He assumed that they were personal belongings, but they were chew beyond repair by the scraplets.

Elita careened her helm to the Prime and gave a bitter smile. "Hello, Optimus."

Optimus gestured to the other side of the fire across from her. "May I sit?"

Elita nodded, and the Prime sat on the ground, right across from her. Silence was the only thing present between the two, the only noise was the crackling of the fire in front of them.

"...How do you feel?" Optimus asked her.

Elita rested her face on her servo. "Guilty. I...might have caused more damage in that ship and smashed some of those scraplets into powder. Nothing too important. I just...needed a moment to process."

"Elita..." Optimus wasn't sure on what to say in this situation. The guilt she carried must have been immense, and after all this time.

"I asked them. I begged them to help me find the Autobots." Elita stared at the fire, "They had saved my life, and I continued to ask so much more than what they wanted. They had finally agreed to help me, and when the time came to help them...I could do nothing."

Elita picked up one of the items she had carefully laid around the fire. "It is a debt I can never repay."

"...oh, love," Optimus whispered.

Elita saw Optimus staring at her with sorrow and set the item down. "It was not your fault."

"And it was neither yours," Optimus reasoned.

"...I cannot help but feel as though it is," Elita proclaimed, "I was not there for them, like I was not there for you."

"You survived," Optimus retorted, "You are alive, and now you have an opportunity to keep their memories alive."

"...our planet lives, does it not?" Elita asked him.

"Yes," Optimus answered.

"And the Well is active once more?"

"Yes."

"...then at the very least, that provides me with some comfort," Elita proclaimed, "Those sparks have a chance to start anew on a free world."

"They do," Optimus agreed.

Elita stared at Optimus for a moment before sliding over to create more room for him. She patted the dirt, and the Prime seemed to light up at that. He got up and sat right next to his love, and Elita leaned her body against his massive frame.

"Optimus," Elita began, "Your human allies are...odd, and I am still quite uneasy about them. But I would like to thank them when I return with you."

"You do?" Optimus was a little surprised at the proclamation.

"It's because of them, that I've been able to return to the neutral ship," Elita explained, "I've tried for years, and I have the scars to prove it, but...they helped me gain some of the closure that I needed. I am grateful for that."

Optimus smiled at that. "I am sure they would be delighted to hear."

Elita turned her attention up to the sky and remembered...all the time she was alone. All the loss, guilt, and suffering she had endured; it still burdened her spark. It was still something that she had to carry with her. She glanced at the items around the fire and sagged. They had risked their lives for her. They were brave and strong, reflecting what an Autobot should be.

They had given their lives for her, and so, she was going to honor them in any and every way she knew how. She owed them that much.

(Been kinda sad and tired lately. TBH. Guess it helps with content. *Self-deprecating laugh.* But yeah, Elita would feel definite guilt about not saving the people that save her life and need time to actually accept it. But she's definitely going to take the items that belonged to the people on the neutral ship and turn it into a new weapon. Anyway, you guys are more than welcome to ask me stuff from that list up above.)

[wanderlust-in-my-soul]

On Repeat tag game

Tagged by @rocketturtle4 💜 Thank you very much! 🥰

The game: Put your Spotify On Repeat (if you don't know where to find it, just search for "on repeat" and voilà, there it is) playlist on shuffle and post the first 10 songs!

I really like the first ten songs on the list, but I am going to shuffle it... Some songs really surprised me, because I rarely listen to them... But here we go... What a nice activity for a sunday afternoon ☕ (And I hadn't any idea that this feature of a repeat list existed until now... I love it! Such a good mix for my ears!)

1. Be with you by Ateez

I love Ateez and especially their calmer songs. This is such a blessing for my ears. These boys are talented and not just Jongho with this incredible voice. I love San's voice. It has a vibe I really like! But I am a little bit surprised that this song made it to the list, I haven't listen to it in quite a while... ot mad though.

2. Hard by SHINee

I must admit, I haven't had SHINee on my radar until Hard. I don't know why... I new some songs, but it wasn't something special to me. And then came Hard 😅 I saw some live videos of them and fell hard...

3. Komet by Udo Lindenberg and Apache207

This is a collaboration I didn't see coming and never knew I needed! Apache207 is usually not my kind of music (Udo also not my regular music taste), but this song... damn I love it! I don't know why, but the beat is just so good and the lyrics are perfect! I could listen (and have) to this on repeat for hours. Just a feel good music especially when driving (doesn't matter what transportation). It is just a song while listening to it you want to look through a window and just think about your life or you want to turn up the volume and sing along!

4. Chemical by Post Malone

This song is on a playlist I listen to a lot lately... I didn't notice I listen to it that often. It is quite nice, but nothing I would search for activley to listen to. But a good song. I don't skip it, when it is on.

5. Cardigan by Tayler Swift

Another song I wouldn't think it would come up here 😅 I never was a Swifty, but lately I catch myself listening to her songs and sing along and liking her stuff. And whenever this song comes up, I do play it a second time. It has such a flow that my brain wants to listen to it longer. And it is such a song for autumn... I mean... it just has a autumn vibe... I see rain and darkness and a blanket on a couch when I listen to this song.

6. Older by Sasha Alex Sloan

You know these songs you listen to, but you have no clue how you ended up with it on your playlist? This is one of those songs for me. Guess I was very emotional when I put it on one of my playlists... This song just hits differently... the lyrics are chef's kiss and feel like they've been carved out of my own brain... Damn, my music is kind of an emotional dumbster fire rigt now... just as my emotions are 💃

7. In The Stars by Benson Boone

Yeah... speaking o about emotions... I have some days of thinking about life and stuff behind me... I love this song, especially when he sings together with the choir. Sometimes I just need music, that I can relate to. I love K-Pop, but it is nice to just understand what you are listen to without the need of a translation and just to feel the lyrics.

8. Still Fighting by LUCY

I love LUCY. Their songs are always a blast for my ears and my brain. It is one of the bands I wish I could see live. They have such a great stage perfomance and energy. And there is so much power in the voice! I can get lost in it and the melody and everything...

9. Halley's Comet by Oneus

I am a huge Oneus fan. They have a specialty for building up their chorus and bridge. Their songs just give me eargasms and I am addicted to them! I have to close my eyes and feel their music with my whole body. This might be a little it strange when I am outside but at some age you just don't care anymore what people think about you 😅

10. Bite Me by Enhypen

This song had me with the very first second. The beginning of it is just so good! There are parts of the song I don't like that much, but overall this is a really good song. And yes, I sing along even though I have no clue what I am singing and yes, it sounds awful! My collegues at work would confirm this...

Well, these are my 10 shuffle-songs from my On Repeat playlist. I just listen to it now and give myself to the strange mix of "What was I made for" and "Ring Ding Dong"...

I have absolutely no clue who has done this one already, because I am always late to these games, but I tag you nevertheless hehehe... Just ignore me, if you don't want to or you already have done this one @pose4photoml @leonpob @nieves-de-sugui @youdontloveme-yet @bl-bam-beyond @i-got-the-feels

[levi-akerman248]

Lately the same scenario keeps popping into my head, and I just need to write it out so here it is.

Not proofread and very spontaneous.

Welcome Home.

Where- Where am I?

Levi looked around, confused. All he saw was an endless void that held the same presence as a warm fire on winter day.

Cozy. That's what it was.

But, where was everyone?

Connie, Jean, Historia, Gabi, where were they??

It felt as if he already knew the answer but just couldn't say it.

All of a sudden the void was gone and he was falling. No, not falling. Flying. But, not where he wanted. More like a leaf that gently falls of the tree and lands softly on the ground.

And thats exactly what happened. Levi felt himself land softly on a hard surface. He didnt look but he somehow knew if was the ground. But not the cold, wet ground like the kind in the underground. He couldn't explain it but it felt, soft.

"Hey, levi. You just gonna lay there?"

That voice. He knew that voice. But where from? Its been so long.

Suddenly, a face came into view. A face that use to haunt his nightmares, a face that he hadn't seen in so very long, a face that belonged to a dear friend.

Click.

And just like that, it was as if levi woke up. Not from this world, but from the chains that seemed to keep him lying on the floor.

Levi jumped to his feet and into the arms of his friend. "Farlan"

Farlan couldnt help but laugh almost awkwardly as he hugged levi back.

"It's good to see you too. We've been waiting for you, you know"

We?

Levi pulled away from Farlan as he wracked his wiped memory for who else could be here in this calming land when a force hit his back, almost knocking him over as a high-pitched cry screamed in his ear

"LEVI-BRO"

Another Click

Levis eyes widened, and he quickly turned around to embrace the grinning red head. "Isabel"

Isabel giggled and leaped off of levi with a proud smile, "You sure took your time getting here, huh levi-bro?"

Levi couldn't help but roll his eyes and grin

Farlan clapped Levi on the shoulder, grabbing his attention. "Well, as much as we'd love to give you the tour, you have a lot more greeting to do."

At first, levi was confused, and then, like a curtain being lifted, a field of familiar faces started to appear around him. How he didn't notice all the people was beyond him, but clicks were going off everywhere.

Eld

Petra

Oluo

Gunther

Mike

Sasha

Erwin

Hange

Everywhere he looked was another face he didn't think he'd ever see again

But something was missing. No, someone. But, who?

"Levi"

.....click

Levi whipped around so fast he almost fell over, but it was worth the sight he saw.

The face on front of him was the same one he wore, only this one had much longer hair. He ran almost immediately into her open arms and it was like he was a child again. Her arms wrapped around him so tightly as if he would dissapear, and he did the same. Tears fell from his face and his chest heaved as he sobbed

After a moment that felt like a lifetime, she gently pulled away and held his face in her hands

"Oh Levi, my sweet angel"

Levi's lip wobbled but he tried his best not to cry anymore, his broken voice spoke

"Mom"

"Welcome home, Levi."

[lovinkiri]

More Than A Wild Cat, Chapter 2

Description: Sasha is happy with this new life of hers, but some feel like a leopard shouldn't try to change their spots.

Warning: Knife, Threats, etc.

OC Credit: @jix-the-dragon

Art Credit: @.jabberwockyface

Sasha looked up at the building before her with a smile. Every single time she returned to UA High School felt like the first time. It was so large and prestigious, and being a third year meant she knew about every secret room and all of the inner workings of UA, so it was hard not to admire her school.

She could still remember the first time she stepped foot onto this school. She intended to take down a villain organization at all costs for the sake of revenge. Now, all she wanted to do was do her best and graduate so that she could be an amazing hero. While she’d spent a lot of time with Hawks during her time as a student, starting as a sidekick to The Pussycats was also tempting. 

Sasha couldn't help but feel a sense of fulfillment as she reflected on her new life. It was a far cry from the miserable existence she had left behind as an agent. Here, surrounded by friends who cared for her and a newfound sense of purpose, her new life was truly coming together. Each day brought new opportunities for growth and happiness, and Sasha embraced them wholeheartedly, grateful for the chance to leave her past behind and embrace the promising future that lay ahead.

“Sash!” 

She turned her head to find the source of the familiar voice, her ears perking up. She was already smiling before she saw him. “About time, Eiji. You gotta be quicker than that.” She smirked at him, raising an eyebrow.

He panted softly, running a hand through his red hair. “When you asked if I wanted to race, I was at least expecting a countdown,” He chuckled tiredly, looking down at her. Sasha began to notice how his roots were already turning black. 

With a gentle touch, she reached up and brushed her fingers through his hair, noting the rapid growth with a curious expression. "Your hair seems to be growing so quickly lately," she remarked, a hint of inquiry in her voice. The thought of him getting a haircut crossed her mind, but she didn't mind either way. In her eyes, Eijirou was always handsome, regardless of the length of his hair.

"I'll definitely need your help when I dye it again," he replied with a warm smile, enjoying the sensation of her fingers in his hair. "But for now, I think I'll let it grow out." His gaze shifted to her, a fondness evident in his eyes. "What about you, Sash?" he asked, curious about her plans for her own hair, which was just a bit past her shoulders.

As she withdrew her hand, he missed her touch but listened intently as she spoke. "I'm thinking of cutting it again, just a little shorter," she explained, reaching up to brush her fingers through her blonde locks. "Long hair can be a bit of a hassle for me, but who knows? Maybe I'll let it grow out eventually." They shared a brief moment of contemplation as they thought over their conversation. 

With a gentle smile, Eijirou reached out, extending his hand toward hers in a gesture to hold her hand. "I'll be your stylist for the day, and you can be mine. What do you say, babe?" he proposed, his eyes twinkling with playful enthusiasm. Sasha's lips curved into a reciprocal grin as she accepted his offer, intertwining her fingers with his in agreement. "Deal," she affirmed, her voice playfully firm as if making a real business deal. "But let's not take too long. We wouldn't want to be late on our first day of class," she added, a hint of urgency in her tone as she gently tugged him along toward their classroom.

Arriving at the classroom a little earlier than anticipated, Sasha and Eijirou exchanged relieved smiles as they entered the familiar space. Spotting Katsuki already settled in his seat, they made their way over to him, greeting their classmate with friendly nods and hellos. Taking their respective seats nearby, Eijirou settled beside Katsuki, while Sasha positioned herself behind Eijirou. Leaning forward slightly, Sasha extended a hand to gently pat Katsuki's shoulder in a morning greeting. 

“Morning, Explosion Boy. Excited for school?”

Despite his typically gruff demeanor, Katsuki responded with a small grunt, a subtle acknowledgment that hinted at him returning her greeting. Sasha couldn't help but smile to herself. If she hadn’t known better, she’d have thought he simply wasn’t a morning person. Of course, the entire class knew that wasn’t true. Katsuki was always one of the first people awake.

“Wouldn’t say I’m excited, Cat,” Katsuki's response came with an air of boredom, his arms crossed defiantly as he reclined against the back of his chair. “I’m ready to get this year over with so I can graduate already. I’m tired of these damn classrooms, I want to be out on the field.” 

His words carried a hint of impatience, revealing his desire to finish their last school year and graduate as soon as possible. The classroom walls seemed to annoy him, as he often expressed a longing to use his quirk out on the field. It was evident that Katsuki's true passion was outside these classes, where he could fully immerse himself in being a hero.

Sasha chuckled softly, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she kept her gaze toward Bakugou. "You know, I think you'd be absolutely lost without us," she teased, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of her lips. "I mean, who else would put up with your explosive temper and sharp tongue?"

Katsuki shot her a glare, but there was a hint of amusement in his eyes that betrayed his facade of irritation. "As if I need any of you losers," he retorted, crossing his arms defiantly. But beyond his gruff exterior, Sasha could see the faint hint of a smile playing at the edges of his lips.

She nudged him playfully with her elbow, unable to suppress her grin. "Oh, come on, admit it," she said, her tone light and teasing. "You'd miss us too much if we weren't around to keep you in check."

Katsuki rolled his eyes, but there was a fondness in his gaze as he glanced at his friends. "Yeah, yeah, whatever," he muttered, but there was no denying the warmth in his tone. Deep down, Sasha knew that Bakugou valued their friendship more than he let on, even if he was too stubborn to admit it openly.

With a smirk, Sasha leaned back in her seat, satisfied with her teasing. He might not show it, but she knew that he appreciated having his friends by his side, even if he would never admit it out loud. As they continued to banter and laugh together, Sasha couldn't help but feel grateful for the bonds of friendship that tied them all together.

Denki made his entrance into the classroom with a casual demeanor, his arrival marked by a lazy stretch of his arms as if shaking off the remnants of sleep. “Take it from me, staying up late before the first day of school is a bad idea,” He said as a subtle warning, now having firsthand experience of the consequences of gaming throughout the night before the first day of school. 

A stifled yawn escaped his lips, serving as a reminder of his fatigue that lingered from a night spent awake. With a long and dramatic sigh, he settled into his seat behind Katsuki, looking tired but ready to face the day ahead despite the weariness that still clung to him.

The group looked at Denki, who looked slightly worse for wear after his long night of gaming. Mina nudged him playfully from her seat, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Didn't you have enough screen time last night, Pikachu?" she teased, earning a chorus of laughter from the others.

Eijirou joined in, flashing Denki a sympathetic grin. "Looks like someone forgot to hit the pause button," he joked, earning a groan from Denki in response. 

Even Katsuki couldn't resist adding his two cents, albeit in his usual gruff manner. "You're gonna fry your brain if you keep this up, Pikachu," he remarked, though there was a hint of concern beneath his tough exterior.

Denki rolled his eyes good-naturedly, though he couldn't hide the sheepish grin tugging at his lips. "Hey, I'll have you know I was just honing my skills," he defended, though his tired expression betrayed him.

The teasing continued as the group shared light-hearted banter, enjoying each other's company as they ribbed Denki about his late-night gaming sessions.

As the classroom door creaked open, all eyes turned towards the figure entering the room. He was tall, with a commanding presence that demanded attention. This was their new teacher for the school year, the class figured. Sasha watched him closely as he strode confidently to the front of the class, his movements deliberate and precise. There was something about him that set her on edge, a nagging feeling in the pit of her stomach that she couldn't quite shake.

"Good morning, class," Mr. Ushiromiya began, his voice smooth and composed. "My name is Mr. Ushiromiya, and I'll be your teacher for this academic year. I am a new teacher here, and I hope we'll have a productive and enjoyable time together."

As he spoke, Sasha couldn't help but notice the way his eyes seemed to linger on each student, as if he were sizing them up. It sent a shiver down her spine, and she couldn't help but give a concerned glance around the room. She wondered if she was the only one feeling uneasy about their new teacher, but no one else seemed to have an issue.

After introducing himself, Mr. Ushiromiya proceeded to take roll call, his voice steady and unwavering as he called out each student's name. Sasha listened intently, her unease growing with each passing moment. There was something off about the way he pronounced their names. Sasha noticed that he never looked up from the sheet, as if he already knew who everyone was.

Once the roll call was completed, Mr. Ushiromiya wasted no time in diving into the day's lessons. He moved with an efficiency that bordered on ruthlessness, his gaze sharp and penetrating as he addressed the class. Sasha found herself hanging on his every word, her mind screaming at her to pay attention.

But despite her best efforts, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. There was a darkness lurking behind Mr. Ushiromiya's eyes, a hidden agenda that sent chills down her spine. She glanced around the room once more, but the other students remained oblivious to the danger that she felt lurking in their midst.

As the lesson continued, Sasha's mind raced with possibilities. Was Mr. Ushiromiya truly who he claimed to be, or was he hiding something sinister beneath his calm exterior? She wasn’t normally this paranoid, but besides her gut feeling, Mr. Ushiromiya also felt familiar somehow. 

If her instincts were right, Sasha knew she had to tread carefully. She couldn't afford to draw attention to herself, not when the stakes were so high. Instead, she resolved to keep a close eye on Mr. Ushiromiya, watching for any signs of trouble.

The rest of the class passed in a blur, with Sasha calming her mind so that she could focus on the lesson and observe their new teacher closely. As the final bell rang, signaling the end of the class, Sasha breathed a sigh of relief. She started gathering her belongings and began making her way out of the classroom, her mind still buzzing with questions. She knew she couldn't ignore her instincts, not when they were screaming at her to beware of Mr. Ushiromiya.

“Miss Quinn. A moment please.” 

Ushiromiya’s voice rang throughout the classroom, hushing the chatter that had begun when the class ended. 

As Sasha's classmates exchanged concerned glances, Eijirou and Denki's worry was the most obvious. They leaned in closer, their expressions a mix of confusion and concern, silently questioning if Sasha was in some sort of trouble. Sasha offered them a reassuring smile, hoping to alleviate their fears even as her mind buzzed with questions and suspicions.

She hadn’t expected him to ask her to stay behind, but it wasn’t a problem for her. After watching him and thinking through her suspicions, she finally knew why he seemed so familiar to her. And as far as she was concerned, a conversation about it was due.

With a nod to Katsuki, Denki, and Eijirou, she reassured them, "Don’t worry guys, I’m sure it’s nothing. Save me a seat?" Her voice was calm, but underneath the facade, her mind raced with anticipation for the conversation she was about to have with Mr. Ushiromiya. She needed answers, and she was determined to get them, no matter what it took.

“Alright, babe, no problem. See you in the cafeteria.” Eijirou spoke up, leaning in and pressing a gentle kiss to her cheek. She smiled at the affectionate gesture and returned it, turning her head to kiss his cheek before he could fully pull away.

As her classmates filed out of the classroom, Sasha lingered behind, waiting for Mr. Ushiromiya to approach her. She couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to him than met the eye, and she was determined to uncover the truth, even if it meant facing danger head-on. With a deep breath, she braced herself for the conversation.

Sasha stepped toward the door deliberately, her instincts urging her to keep an escape route open. She didn't fully exit the classroom but positioned herself near the exit, ready to bolt if necessary. Ushiromiya's keen gaze followed her every move, his demeanor composed but betraying a hint of curiosity at her guarded stance.

Leaning back against his desk, Ushiromiya observed Sasha with a cool detachment, his eyes assessing her with calculated precision. "No need to be so tense, Miss Quinn," he remarked, his voice smooth but tinged with a hint of amusement.

Sasha scoffed at his attempt to calm her down, shaking her head in disbelief. "You’re an agent from the Commission, the very agency I escaped from and left behind," she retorted, her arms crossed defiantly across her chest. "Why would I be calm?" She spoke confidently, revealing her awareness of his true identity.

Ushiromiya's expression shifted subtly, a glimmer of admiration flickering in his eyes as he regarded Sasha. "How did you know?" he inquired, his tone betraying a hint of intrigue. "I tried my best to keep you at a distance."

Sasha's lips curved into a knowing smile, her gaze meeting his with a mix of amusement and confidence. "I was in the Commission for so long," she explained, her voice tinged with a hint of reminiscence. "I know how an undercover operative must act when focused on a specific target." Her words carried the weight of experience, revealing her understanding of undercover operations. An undercover operation landed her here today, after all

As she stood near the door, Sasha's senses suddenly heightened, detecting the familiar scent of a cologne that sent a shiver down her spine. Instinctively, she recoiled, taking a step back as if the mere scent repulsed her. The memories associated with that particular fragrance flooded her mind, each one a horrible reminder.

“Oh, of course, he’s here..” She thought, obviously annoyed as she immediately knew who was about to step through that door.

As Hex strolled into the room with an air of confidence, Sasha's expression hardened at the sight of him. Memories of their time working together flooded her mind. His annoying, flirty behavior had always bothered her, especially because he could never accept that she didn’t want him. She resisted the urge to curse him just for the bad memories, knowing that any interaction with Hex would only lead to further complications.

"Ushiromiya” cleared his throat to get her attention for a brief moment. “I am Agent Hatasu,” He introduced himself, fixing his suit as he observed the dynamic between Hex and Sasha with keen interest. "It looks like you and Hex already know each other," he remarked.

Sasha met Hex's gaze with a steely glare as she braced herself for his usual brand of charm and manipulation. "A pleasure to see you, as always," he greeted her, his eyes lingering on her form in a way that made her skin crawl with discomfort.

She couldn't suppress the scowl that crept onto her face at his words, her disdain for him obvious in every way her body could show. "I'm afraid the pleasure is only yours, Hex," she retorted, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she refused to even be civil with him.

Hex's flirtatious remarks only served to fuel Sasha's frustration, each word a painful reminder of how draining he was to be around. "Maybe if you come back to the agency, I'll give you another shot at dating me," he teased, a smirk playing on his lips. "You'd like that, wouldn't you, Wild Cat?"

Sasha felt a surge of anger rising within her at Hex's audacious suggestion, her jaw clenching as she struggled to maintain her composure. The mention of her commission code name, "Wild Cat," only served to deepen her sense of discomfort, a reminder of the persona she had once been forced to adopt in her past life as an agent.

Despite the emotions swirling inside her, Sasha forced herself to remain calm, her gaze locked with Hex's. She knew that entertaining his advances would only lead to further arguing, but deep down, a part of her wanted to tear into him.

“So that’s why you two are here? To get me to join again? I’ll pass, And also,” Sasha's words cut through the tension like a knife, her voice laced with a mixture of defiance and disgust. "Kidnapping, violence, death. Hit me with all those things and I still wouldn't date you, Hex," she declared, her gaze not faltering despite the danger that crackled in the air between them.

Before she could react, a glint of metal flashed in her vision, and instinct kicked in. With lightning reflexes, she reached out and caught the blade from mid-air, her muscles tensing as she halted its deadly path just inches from her face. The adrenaline surged through her veins, but she forced herself to remain calm, her training kicking in as she assessed the situation with a cool detachment.

Across the room, Hatasu's voice rang out like a stern reprimand, his tone carrying the weight of authority as he addressed Hex with the firmness of a disappointed father. "Hex, you need to calm down," he shook his head, his expression betraying a hint of exasperation at his colleague's reckless behavior.

Hex's response was flippant, his casual demeanor opposite of the gravity of the situation as he nonchalantly perched himself on the edge of the teacher’s desk. "Yeah, yeah, my bad," he muttered, his tone lacking any real remorse as he brushed off the severity of his actions with a careless shrug. "I just wanted to see if the agent talking all this talk was still an agent." 

Hex leaned back, his trademark smirk firmly in place as he regarded Sasha with a mixture of amusement and arrogance. "You know, Wild Cat, you really know how to ruin a guy's day," he remarked, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

Sasha rolled her eyes, unimpressed by his theatrics. "Oh, please," she retorted, her voice laced with equal parts annoyance and amusement. "Like I care about your day, Hex. You're lucky I didn't turn that blade of yours back on you."

Hex chuckled, his smirk widening into a grin. "Feisty as ever, I see," he remarked, his eyes glittering with mischief. "But you know you love it when I keep you on your toes, Wild Cat."

Sasha scoffed, shaking her head in disbelief. "Keep dreaming, Hex," she replied, her tone dismissive. "The only thing you're good at is causing trouble."

Hex leaned forward, his expression turning serious for a moment. "You might want to be careful, Wild Cat," he warned, his voice low and dangerous. "You never know when trouble might come looking for you."

Sasha met his gaze with a steely glare, refusing to back down. "I'm not afraid of trouble," she declared, her voice unwavering. "And I'm certainly not afraid of you."

Hex chuckled softly, leaning back in his chair once more. "We'll see about that, Wild Cat," he said cryptically, his smirk returning full force. "We'll see."

As Sasha glanced at the clock, a flicker of concern crossed her features, knowing that her friends might be wondering where she was. Steeling herself, she walked up to Hex with the confidence of a seasoned agent, her demeanor radiating an aura of determination.

"Listen," she began, her voice firm as she leveled a piercing gaze at Hex. "If you throw a blade at me again, you better be ready to have it returned to you in the worst way imaginable." With that, she deftly stabbed the knife between his legs, the blade coming dangerously close to a very sensitive area. 

“Because I swear, you are not as skilled as me.”

Hex tensed at the sudden display of aggression, his eyes widening in alarm as he watched Sasha leave the room with a purposeful stride. He knew better than to underestimate her, especially after her chilling demonstration of skill and resolve. Still, that didn’t stop him from quickly composing himself and calling out to her.

Hex chuckled darkly, a dangerous glint flickering in his eyes as he thought of Sasha with an unsettling mix of admiration and malice. "You've got spirit, Wild Cat," he remarked, his voice dripping with thinly veiled menace. "I like that."

Meanwhile, Hatasu also spoke to Sasha, his voice low and serious as he addressed her in a hushed tone. "Sasha, you can't tell anyone about this," he warned, wanting her to understand the gravity of the situation. "If word gets out, it could put a lot of people in danger." Though she had already left the room, he knew that Sasha's keen hearing would ensure that his message was received loud and clear.

He was threatening anyone she could tell.

Sasha joined everyone at lunch, where Eijirou immediately noticed her empty tray and furrowed his brows in concern. "Hey, Sash, where's your food? You didn't get anything?" He asked, his voice filled with genuine worry.

Sasha offered him a small smile but shook her head. "Nah, I lost my appetite," She replied, her tone a little distant as she plucked at her napkin with her claws.

Eijirou exchanged a glance with Denki and Katsuki, silently communicating his concern for Sasha's well-being. "Are you feeling okay, though?" He pressed gently, reaching out to rest a comforting hand on her arm.

Sasha nodded, though her smile didn’t quite reach her eyes. "Yeah, I'm fine, just not hungry," She assured him, trying to brush off their concerns.

Katsuki raised an eyebrow, sensing that there might be more to Sasha's behavior than she was letting on. "What did that teacher want anyway?" He asked bluntly, his curiosity getting the better of him. He never was one to beat around the bush

Sasha hesitates for a moment, considering how much to divulge. "Oh, nothing important, really," she replies vaguely, waving a dismissive hand. "Just some boring stuff about class and assignments. Nothing worth worrying about. He’s a friend of Nao’s, so he was just letting me know he wasn’t going to favor me."

“Booo..” Denki gave a thumbs down, making Sasha and Eijirou laugh. Glad to have lifted the mood, he continued, “Not even a little extra credit? Or a free ‘A’ on any one assignment? That sucks.”

The group settles back into their usual rhythm of conversation and jokes, the tension dissipating as they focus on lighter topics. Laughter fills the air as they reminisce about past adventures and tease each other playfully.

Sasha watches her friends with a fond smile, grateful for their presence and the way they always manage to lighten the mood. Despite the strange encounter with Hex and "Mr. Ushiromiya," she feels a sense of comfort in their company.

As they continue to chat and joke around, Sasha's earlier worries fade into the background, replaced by the happiness of being with her friends. For now, at least, everything feels right in their little corner of the world. And she would do anything not to disturb that corner, even if it meant keeping a few secrets.

The rest of the day went by normally. She spent the day pretending that their teacher was a completely normal man and that she shared a completely normal conversation with him. Maybe she would tell someone eventually, but she needed time to think about it. It wasn’t exactly a decision to be taken lightly.

As the day went by and the night settled in, Sasha found herself in her room, the soft glow of her bedside lamp casting a warm light across the cozy space. She was lost in her thoughts as she did a bit of tidying up, her mind still reeling from the events of the day. The encounter with "Mr. Ushiromiya" and Hex had left her unsettled, and she couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered in the air.

A gentle knock on her door broke her train of thought, and she quickly rushed over to answer. She looked up to see Eijirou standing there, concern etched on his features. She offered him a small smile as she let him in, grateful for his comforting presence.

“Hey, Eij. Staying the night again?” She asked, tilting her head and closing the door again. It wasn’t unusual for them to spend a night in the other’s room. This was especially obvious from the fact that Sasha was wearing one of Eijirou’s T-shirts as a dress, as it fell to her knees like one.

“Yeah, if that’s alright with you. Are you okay?” He wasted almost no time in asking if she was okay, his voice laced with genuine concern. Sasha nodded, assuring him that she was fine. She didn't want to burden him with her worries, but Eijirou could always see right through her facade.

Taking her hand in his, he squeezed it gently, his touch grounding her in the present moment. "You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to," he murmured, his gaze soft and understanding. "But I'm here for you, whenever you're ready."

Sasha felt a wave of gratitude wash over her, thankful for Eijirou's unwavering support. Leaning into him, she pressed a tender kiss to his lips, the gesture filled with love and reassurance. They stayed like that for a moment, wrapped up in each other's arms, finding comfort in the warmth of their embrace.

Eventually, they pulled apart, but Eijirou remained by her side, climbing into the bed beside her. Sasha and Eijirou nestled together in comfortable silence, their bodies fitting perfectly against each other. He held her and ran his fingers through her hair, wanting to make sure she knew just how loved she was.

As Sasha lay in Eijirou's arms, the weight of her thoughts lingered like a shadow in the back of her mind. She couldn't shake the unsettling feeling that the Commission's sudden interest in her return to being an agent wasn't just a coincidence. Why now, after all this time? What had changed to make them reach out to her again? 

Questions swirled in her head, each one more confusing than the last. Was it because of her past with them, or was there something more? Despite her resolve to leave that life behind, she couldn't ignore the nagging curiosity that tugged at her, urging her to uncover the truth behind the Commission's motives.

They began to talk, their conversation drifting to lighter topics as they discussed the upcoming school year. Eijirou questioned her about her excitement for the new year, prompting Sasha's thoughtful pause. "I wouldn't say I'm excited," she admitted, her brow furrowing slightly. "But I have a feeling that things are going to get exciting, whether we like it or not."

Her words hung in the air, tinged with a hint of uncertainty. The events of the day had left her with a sense of foreboding, a feeling that they were on the cusp of something big. 

As they settled into bed, Sasha felt a sense of peace wash over her. At that moment, surrounded by the soft glow of the moonlight, she felt hopeful for the future, whatever it may hold. And with Eijirou and her friends by her side, she knew that they could weather any storm that came their way.

Sasha had left behind the life of an agent, shedding the persona of "Agent Wild Cat" along with it. In her new life, she was more than just a covert operative; she was a student, a friend, a girlfriend, a hero. The memories of her past missions and connections still lingered, but they no longer defined her. She had chosen a different path, one filled with normalcy and love, far removed from the shadows of her past. And as she embraced her new identity, she found a sense of freedom and belonging that she had never known before. No longer chained to the idea of revenge or a job that forced to to be something she wasn’t, there was now a chance to find true happiness.

If anyone dared to try and take away her newfound happiness and peace, they would have to put in a lot of effort. Sasha was fiercely protective of the life she had built for herself, surrounded by friends who had become like family and experiencing moments of joy she had once thought impossible. She wasn't about to let anyone or anything disrupt that newfound serenity without a fight.

And boy, was Sasha a fighter.

[ireallycouldnotbebothered]

Shameless pervert - c.springer

LISTEN TO THE SONG FOR AN EARGASM

summary: You'd never guess that your best friend Connie Springer would be behind your missing panties and so much more.

warnings: masturbation, sexting, panty stealing

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Connie Springer was undeniably your best friend. You had known him for years and now both of you were in college, it was amazing knowing that your best friend was still by your side after all these years.

What you didn't know that for the past year, Connie has had the biggest crush on you and it's reached a point where he just can't control himself.

When he was at your apartment to watch a movie with you to celebrate the end of the first school year he noticed dark red panties lying in a laundry basket next to your bedroom door. Being the perverted manwhore he is, what did he do? He stuffed them in his trousers and continued on like nothing ever happened.

"hey are you okay, you seem quite restless." you asked as he made his way back in the living room.

"oh yeah I'm fine, it's just quite hot in here do you mind if I take my shirt off?" He asked in a sweet, innocent voice.

Now. This was another page in CONNIE SPRINGER'S BOOK OF SEDUCTION 101. The man knew he was ripped, he didn't just have that toned body for nothing.

He swiftly removed his shirt leaving his upper body bare and pulled you into a soft embrace, relaxing as you rested your head on his stomach.

Oh it's so tempting to just pull you under me and fuck the life out of you, he thought as he quietly admired you as you watched the movie.

Here's a little secret, you and Connie have had sex before but only once, let me set the scene.

It was one of those Friday nights where you and Connie had been invited to a party and being the party animals you were how could you not. Connie thought of himself as a stoner since he regularly took drugs but he stopped after you pleaded with him to stop as you were scared something "could happen to him" after you saw something on the news.

She's co cute, he thought as he listened to you moa about him being a stoner and how he needs to stop or else he's gonna die early

You were wearing a sexy black dress with a lacy black lingerie underneath and black heels whilst Connie threw on a casual suit and tie which was also black so you both could match.

You were both so incredibly drunk by the end of the night that Sasha ended up driving you to Connie's house which was the "scene of the crime."

God knows how you ended up on his bed giving him the best blowjob of his life but you did and god did it feel so good. Let's not forget about him slamming his monster cock into you, overstimulating you like crazy, making you cum so much and saying things like, " look at you my little cockslut" , " come on moan some more, let the neighbours know how much of a slut you are."

At the end of this eventful night, he was the only one who could remember a bit of what happened but he was too scared to tell you as he thought it would ruin your friendship. So instead, he quickly dressed you back in your dress, so it seemed like you just cuddled with him to sleep.

Ever since that night, it felt like he was having a never ending boner, he had a crush on you before this but now he felt like a horny teenager around you.

It was so bad that one time in the morning he texted you with a,

"Hey idk what to wear help me please 😭"

sending you attachment of him in his boxers, that he made sure to lower slightly to show his v line, and of course showing the imprint of his hard cock that was basically about to burst through his boxers, but being the shameless perv he is, he wanted you to see it. He wanted you to see how hard he was, knowing how dirty he was being.

He wanted you to see how much of a slut he was for you, and yes he knows that taking off his clothes just before you come in to make it seem like you caught him naked whilst he was "getting dressed" is not the best way to show his love but he can't control himself when it comes to you.

He also couldn't control himself when he saw pictures of you, so much so that he constantly had to clean cum of his phone as whenever he saw pictures of you he just had to touch himself to relieve the arousal he was feeling.

He's your special shameless perv 💗