#and then she also got salty that she had to sleep on the floor that night surrounded by mirrors but whatever

[pixlerelish]

Burrito story?????

Sure, why not?

So I don't really think there really needs to be a big lead up, when the final outcome is just a pathetic and/or fantastic mental image, but I'll do a backstory regardless. Those of you who are keeping track of Jaynelore at home feel free to take notes, cause this will be a big one.

I originally moved out of my parents' house for college. For reasons, it was pertinent that I moved back during my senior year, but now that I had a taste of ✨independence✨ I decided I couldn't just "move back in," so instead I took the time to renovate a room off of the garage into a suitable living space. Garage was detached from the house, the room was originally just storage, I turned it into a bedroom. Even painted it my colors. Room was a smashing success.

Moved out again after college. For reasons, I had to move back in February of 2013. During this time, I had another bought of ✨independence✨, BUT more importantly I had met my bff. Now I have to move back home. Understandably, bff is distraught that they can't see me anymore. After I'm suitably settled back into my garage house at the parents, I invite bff to come up and visit. Yay hooray.

They decide to "surprise me" instead.

During this stage in my life parents thankfully left me alone (except for minor occurrences), and I probably had a fuller social calendar then than I do nowadays, so having a car show up outside the house was not too out of the ordinary. Bff drove up to see me.

Meanwhile I'm just fucking living my life, which at the time meant (much like it does now) scrolling around on the internet, thankfully parents' wifi still reaches out to the garage.

OKAY

So HERE'S YOUR MENTAL IMAGE:

I am just going about my day, not unlike how I live my life now, except in a small unassuming room in a garage. It is nighttime. This is fully metime. I am sitting, in the dark, cross legged on a twin bed, naked except for bottomwear, hunched over my laptop, face assuredly lit up like a campfire horror story, shrouded only in a blanket, eating taco bell.

Bff walks in. And I have been Gollum ever since.

[lunarubra]

Hi :) This is the first chapter of the second part! I’ll be publishing more regularly this time since everything is already written.

Pairing: Cillian x OC (Jiyan)

Summary: In this AU set during the summer of 2010, Cillian has just wrapped up the final Inception premieres. Now, he and Jiyan are traveling through Italy, seeking some peaceful downtime together.

Warning: Fluff and Smut.

Words: 2985

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Chapter 1

Waking up beside Jiyan had quickly become one of Cillian's favourite moments in recent months, mainly because it was a rare treat. While he loved sleeping in and savouring the peace of lying in bed, Jiyan’s internal clock seemed to be synced with the sun. She would always wake up without an alarm at what, in his opinion, were ungodly early hours. So when he would wake up, she would already have been awake for a couple of hours, being around the house and or heading out for a morning walk enjoying the fresh early hours. 

So a smile naturally spread across his face, when he woke up and felt the comforting warmth of her still nestled against him. He glanced lovingly at the woman still sound asleep in his arms, enjoying the rare chance to share this quiet moment with her.

They were staying at her grandmother’s house in Venice, which felt like a little escape into magic. Her grandmother, almost 80 but still fiercely independent, had gone to visit a friend in the mountains for nearly a month. Jiyan had asked if they could house-sit, and her grandmother had happily agreed. The apartment spanned two floors—a rarity in Venice—and was tucked along one of the smaller canals in the older part of the city. It was the perfect, peaceful way to experience the beauty ofVenice, and Cillian found it all the more enchanting with Jiyan showing him around.

They fell into a gentle rhythm together, taking things slow and easy. In the mornings, Cillian would make coffee, and Jiyan showed him how to use a Moka pot to make it the Italian way, though she still preferred her tea. Wandering through Venice with her, especially steering clear of the busy tourist spots, brought him a deep sense of calm. He loved just walking, hearing nothing but the gentle splash of waves against the canals, breathing in the salty air, and catching bits of the locals’ quiet conversations.

Exploring the city with a local opened up a whole new side of Venice. There were no cars, only boats sliding by in the canals. Whole shops of fruits and vegetables floated along the waterways, and even the mail came by boat. The absence of city noise and smog felt like a relief, making it easy to let go of the usual bustle of city life. He laughed at how easily he got lost without Jiyan to guide him—the narrow streets and winding alleys were beautiful, a maze he’d never figure out alone. Venice was vibrant and peaceful all at once, and it felt like a little world all to themselves.

They had arrived in Venice after the Inception premiere in Paris, choosing to take the train. “How do you expect to drive through canals, Cill?” Jiyan had teased him. Since then, their days had been a blur of relaxation, art exhibitions, and long evening walks. For such a small city, Venice was rich in artistic culture, and they explored live music events and galleries whenever they could.

Their favourite activity was exploring the city’s second-hand markets, where it felt like time had stopped. These markets held books, vinyl records, and treasures from decades—sometimes even centuries—past. Jiyan loved telling him how, for centuries, Venice had been one of the world’s most important trade hubs, and that if something could be found anywhere, a copy was almost certainly in Venice too. Cillian treasured this time with her, where it was just about them, getting lost in the moment—whether they were discussing a novel or debating the significance of a book they’d found.

They also often went to open-air cinemas around the city, a tradition Cillian found as magical as it was unbelievable. In Venice, theatres and cinemas weren’t just on land but also on the water. Open-air theatres would have audiences seated in boats, floating along in small gondolas or flatboats as they watched the performance. The open-air cinema worked the same way. They would take Jiyan’s family boat, pack snacks and drinks, and head to where the movie was projected, watching it from their boat. It felt like a Venetian version of an American drive-in, but far more enchanting, with the shimmering water beneath them and the timeless beauty of Venice all around.

One night, as they settled into the boat, the lanterns strung along the canals cast a soft glow on the water, making everything feel dreamlike. Cillian leaned back, gazing at Jiyan as she carefully poured wine into two glasses, her face illuminated in the soft light.

“What are we watching tonight?” he asked, but in truth, it didn’t matter. He was just as captivated by the moment as he would be by any film.

“A classic,” she said with a smile, handing him a glass. “One of those films that feels like a lullaby. But tonight, it’s more about being here, isn’t it?”

He nodded, taking a sip and feeling the warmth spread through him. “I could sit here and do nothing but look at the lights reflected on the water, and I’d still think it was perfect.” He reached for her hand, feeling the gentle sway of the boat beneath them, their little world floating in the heart of Venice.

As the movie began to flicker on the large screen ahead of them, they settled back, surrounded by other boats and quiet whispers. Occasionally, a ripple would pass through the water as a gondola drifted by, casting gentle waves that rocked their boat. Every so often, he’d glance at her, catching her in deep concentration or with a slight smile playing on her lips, absorbed in the story. He couldn’t help but feel a surge of gratitude—for her, for this moment, for the small rituals they’d made their own in this extraordinary city.

Halfway through the film, she leaned over and whispered, “You know, my grandfather used to do this with my grandmother. He’d take her out in this very boat to see these films.”

He felt a rush of tenderness, picturing them here, decades before, floating together under the stars just as he and Jiyan were now. This connection to her family—past and present—felt like an unspoken bond, linking him to their stories, traditions, and memories.

In just a few days, he’d meet Jiyan’s grandmother when she returned from her trip, and soon after, they’d spend their last days in Trieste, at her mother’s home. Her brother, Mikael, and her mother, Solin, had already come by a few times, though their visits were brief. They were eager to catch up with Jiyan after months apart—and, of course, to meet him.

Staying with her family was a mix of beauty, comfort, and a bit of strangeness for him. It was beautiful because he could feel how deeply they loved each other. He saw it in Solin’s proud eyes when she watched her children teasing one another, or when Jiyan spoke passionately about her research at the university. Jiyan and her mother shared an intellectual connection that left him in awe. Most of the time, when she talked to him about her work, he would sit there looking like a baffled fish, fully aware of how important her research was but not quite able to grasp half of it.

It was also comfortable because, even though they were mostly there for Jiyan, they were genuinely curious about him too. They didn’t know him as an actor, which he found refreshing. In fact, he was fairly certain it had been over 20 years since Solin had watched TV or seen a movie. They didn’t care much about his film projects, but they were fascinated by his work in theatre and his travels. Solin, a passionate reader, spent many afternoons with him, sipping tea and discussing their favourite novels, a pastime that led to endless teasing from Jiyan and Mika.

Still, it was a bit strange. He had never felt more out of his depth, more aware of his own ignorance and narrow perspective. It wasn’t just that Jiyan and Solin were both academics who worked at universities; it was the effortless way they—and Mika, too—would slip between multiple languages during conversation. They would start in English to include him, then switch to Italian or Kurdish without even noticing. It was so natural for them, but it made him feel oddly basic, limited to just English and Irish. He almost wanted to call his mum and apologise for all the times she’d tried to teach him French without success.

They weren’t intentionally excluding him, and they always apologise when they realised they’d switched languages, quickly translating whatever had been said. Still, if he were honest, he felt incredibly lucky to experience such a rich blend of languages and cultures firsthand.

His thoughts were interrupted when Jiyan stirred beside him, mumbling something in her sleep. Smiling, he turned slightly and began to leave gentle butterfly kisses along the side of her neck, slowly making his way to that spot that always made her squirm. Her hand moved instinctively toward him, and he couldn’t help but smile at the simple sweetness of the moment.

She still had on his shirt from the previous night, the buttons mismatched. They had returned home late after an exhilarating time at the concert, both drenched in sweat from their dancing and filled with the buzzing energy that only a live music session could provide. It didn't take them long to undress - his clothes falling off and her summer dress being discarded quickly - before he showed her just how deeply he loved her. She had teased him throughout the entire night, her carefree dancing in that dress driving him wild. Later, after they were both exhausted and satisfied, she slipped on his shirt and they cuddled up together, drifting off into sleep almost instantly.

Her skin seemed to tan almost immediately under the radiant Italian sun, while he had to protect himself from turning into a ripe tomato if he didn't want to be burned. She basked in the sunlight, allowing her already olive complexion to deepen and glow. It was as if the summer season itself made her radiate with beauty and intensified any allure she already possessed. He found it nearly impossible to leave her alone or not touching her for even a moment.

As he continued to kiss her neck, Jiyan began to stir more, her eyes fluttering open. She turned to face him, a sleepy smile spreading across her face. "Good morning," she murmured, her voice still thick with sleep.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," he replied, brushing a strand of hair from her face. The sunlight streaming through the window highlighted the golden flecks in her eyes, making them shine like amber.

Jiyan stretched languidly, the shirt riding up to reveal a tantalising glimpse of her thigh. He couldn't resist running his hand along the smooth skin, marvelling at how soft it felt beneath his touch.

“S’fuckin’ sexy,” he murmurs, meeting her eyes again. “You in my clothes.” His hands span her waist, thumbs tracing lazy circles against the soft fabric, warming her skin beneath.

She giggled and playfully swatted his hand away. "What time is it?" she asked, propping herself up on one elbow.

“I don’t know, but there is enough time for this,” he said, stealing a kiss, distracting her completely. 

The kiss was hard and deep and messy, waking her up and getting rid of the last traces of sleep. And god, he was so good at this. They were so good together. She thought she could probably spend hours just kissing him and be totally content.

Jiyan melted into him, her body instinctively pressing closer to his. The world outside their little bubble ceased to exist as they lost themselves in each other once again. His hand traced the curve of her waist, fingers slipping beneath the hem of the shirt of his that she was wearing. She shivered at his touch, a soft moan escaping her lips.

The kiss deepened, becoming more urgent, more passionate. Jiyan's fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as if she couldn't get enough. He revelled in the taste of her, the softness of her lips, the warmth of her body against his. It was intoxicating, addictive.

He broke away from the kiss and hurriedly took off that last layer tha was still covering her, letting out a breath as she layed naked in front of him, nipples high up in the air. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, throat bobbing as he crawled down, bowing his head and kissing the inside of her thigh, licking a tortuously slow line up her centre with the flat of his tongue. 

“Fuck, Cill!” Jiyan screeched, her hips involuntarily moved, bringing her pussy further against his hungry mouth. 

Cillian sucked her clit into his mouth, humming against her and the vibration sent a jolt of pleasure up her spine. Another groan escaped her lips and her fingers tangled in his hair. Her vision started to blur while he worked her with his tongue, alternately swirling and flicking against her folds and nerves. She watched him beneath lowered lashes, the pupils of his eyes dark and trained on her face; then he smirked against her before going back to work. 

He rolled his tongue around Jiyan’s clit, eliciting a long, drawn out moan from her. She was so wet, and he easily slid in one, two fingers inside her tight passage. He added a third, which made her whole body shake with another moan, and he pumped into her, feeling her warm, slippery walls contract around his digits. 

He could not wait to feel once again her tightness around his dick, and he had to hold himself back from thrusting in her before she could orgasm. It didn’t take long for her to reach that peak, and she screamed as she convulsed around his fingers, her slick running down slowly into the mattress. 

Licking the wetness left off his lips, he crawled up on top of her and rubbed his cock over pussy to gather more before brushing the underside of his dick over her clit as he did, his cock nudging at her slippery entrance. 

“I’m going to…” he started, but was cut off by a voice from downstairs that made him freeze instantly, forgetting for a moment that he was about to have sex with his gorgeous girlfriend.

“Jiyan siè tu? Sito casa?” the new voice called from the floor below.

(“Jiyan is it you? Are you home?”)

“Cazzo! Fuck!” Jiyan swore, her face turning pale as she froze, still trying to catch her breath from the orgasm she’d just had.

“What? Who?” he asked frantically, propping himself up on one arm, while Jiyan pushed him aside and tossed him his shirt.

“It’s my grandma,” she whispered urgently.

“What?” he almost shouted. “How? Wasn’t she supposed to be here in three days?”

“Jiyan, benon?” her grandmother called again, footsteps now audible on the stairs.

(“Jiyan, is everything alright?”)

“Si, nonna, venemo sùvito! Cinque minuti!” Jiyan called out, trying to buy them some time.

("Yes, Grandma, we’re coming right away! Five minutes!")

“You have to get dressed,” she whispered, frantically searching the room for clothes. She turned around to see Cillian still completely naked, his shirt draped half over him, barely covering his still half-hard cock.

“I can’t believe this is happening,” he muttered.

“Cill, come on!”

“Your grandma just interrupted us… mid-sex.”

“Cillian! Focus!” she hissed, trying to suppress her own panic.

“I can’t…” he replied petulantly, glancing down at himself. “What did you say to her?”

“I told her we were coming downstairs in five minutes,” she said, realising he still understood little Italian.

“What? No way. I can’t go down like this,” he said, sitting up and gesturing toward his lap. “Literally.”

“Very funny, Murphy,” she shot back, rolling her eyes. “Best joke ever. I’ll just tell her you’re in the shower.” She still hadn’t found anything to wear, so in desperation, she yanked his shirt back off him, leaving him fully exposed, and pulled on a pair of jogging shorts from the floor.

She paused for a moment, realising just how absurd the whole situation was. A slow smile crept across her face before she suddenly burst into laughter, sitting down on the bed beside him, hiding her face into his neck while Cillian that was also trying to catch his breath. He smiled and hold her closer, holding back a chuckle.

“My grandma interrupted us while we were having sex,” she said, looking back at him and laughing so hard that tears formed in her eyes.

“It’s not funny, Aji,” Cillian said, though a grin tugged at his lips despite himself. “Jesus, I can't believe that just happened.”

“I’m sorry,” she murmured, gently brushing his hair back. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. Just… a bit shell-shocked. Talk about terrible timing.” He took her hand and kissed it lightly. “I’m going to take that shower now—try to distract her,” he added, giving her a quick kiss before standing up and heading toward the ensuite bathroom.

“You know they’re never going to let this go, right? She’s probably already on the phone with half the family. We’ll be teased about this forever,” Jiyan called out as he closed the bathroom door.

“At least I won’t understand the teasing,” he shouted back, laughing as he stepped into the shower.

Jiyan shook her head with a sigh, slipping on her sandals before heading downstairs.

As she entered the kitchen, she found her grandmother sitting at the table, calmly stirring sugar into her coffee, a sly smile on her face like the cat that got the cream.

“Quindi, posso spetarme dei neodin présto, Aji?” her grandmother asked, barely suppressing a grin.

("So, can I expect great-grandchildren soon, Aji?")

Jiyan groaned inwardly. Nope, they definitely weren’t going to let this go anytime soon.

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amazing dividers from cafekitsune

[toasttt11]

introducing carter

Carter Reese Hughes is the youngest of her family and was born june 8, 2004.

Carter was the first overall pick of the 2022 draft to the Vancouver Canucks.

Carter grew up playing hockey and started playing on girls team but ended being to much to play with the girls and started playing on boys teams and just never stopped.

In 2020 WHL draft she was drafted first overall pick to the Regina Pats and ended up meeting her best friend Connor Bedard, She became caption and Connor was assistant Captain.

Carter and Connor have always been an exceptional team on the ice and work better together than with anyone else.

Carter was captain on the Canada national team and led her team to winning the WJC, while beating the USA team in the final also happen to be the team her brother Luke was on.

Carter and Luke are the closet in age out of all the siblings and Luke loved to drag Luke into his schemes when they were younger, Luke is a big cuddler with his family and he loves when he can cuddle with his little sister.

Carter is closest with her older brother Quinn, always having looked up to him and she secretly always wanted to go to the Canucks to be on the same team as him.

Carter has always been the closet Quinn, Carter and Quinn always having a very special connection and bond between the two.

When Carter got drafted Quinn was ecstatic for his baby sister, he hugged her first. After the draft Quinn was telling her about every teamate she’s going to love, all his favorite food places they are going to try and that there’s already a room waiting for her in his apartment.

Carter and Jack aren’t the as close as they were growing up as they live two completely separate lives and they rarely have time for each other. They are both so different from each other, Jack knows he can always find a calm and quiet place with Carter and enjoys spending any time he gets with his little sister

Carter had a tough time mentally during her rookie year and when Jack finds out he upset his baby sister had a hard rookie year as well.

Luke and Jack both sometimes get really sad about the fact they never seem to know a lot of Carter’s life not because she hides stuff but because she is more a quiet person it’s hard to learn stuff about her if you aren’t with her.

Carter has really curly hair but doesn’t really care to style so she usally throws into a bun or a ponytail.

Carter is 5”8 so pretty tall for a girl and Quinn and Jack get slighty salty when they realize their younger siblings got all the height genes in the family.

Always had a hard time falling asleep when she was younger and would sneak into her parents or brothers bed cuddling them to fall asleep.

Had a really hard time during her first year along at the Regina Pats falling asleep, only fell asleep when she was exhausted but her second season Connor joined the team and they automatically became best friends and one day after a practice she sat next to resting her head on his shoulder falling fast asleep and Connor sat their for hours on the floor letting her sleep on him.

Carter and Connor then started being roommates on away games and Connor never had a problem letting Carter sleep cuddled to him, because honestly he sleepy better with her next to him.

She moves into Quinn’s apartment for her rookie season but the next season she gets her own apartment in the same building as Quinn just a next door.

Carter is more of a quiet and introverted person, rather listen to people talk then talk, but if your the right person she will talk a lot to you.

[lxdymoon0357]

HELLO! Sorry to bother you, but i just loved this fic so much so i was wondering would it be alright to have a continuation to it?

Like, maybe it's a few months after Penelope got married and she hasn't seen reader in so long and no one seems to not even know where she is. As if they just dissapeared.

So she just can't take it any more and sneaks out to find reader and they just have a little chase before they both fall down a small hill. And even though reader got hurt because they protected Penelope they still asked if she's okay.

.... Reader death flag perhaps 🌝

Have a great day!!!

(Tried to decided the ending so hard! Kind of failed, Siyeon! Penelope X Callisto... Part 1)

My lover who never belonged to me... Pt. 2

Before she understood anything to say or do, she felt tears pricking hard from her eyes and she fell with you to the floor, before crying her heart out as she failed to realize that in order to live and survive as Penelope she ruined Penelope, the lover who belonged to you…..

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That happened three months ago, Penelope ended up crying herself to sleep and when she woke up, Y/N wasn't there, she thought that Y/N was getting ready for the wedding, before Reynold entered the room, telling her to get ready and freshen up to get her make-up done, before he picked up Yvonne and walked out, as to wake her up and get her ready as well. As she was sitting in the bath tub, crying her eyes out yet again... As she was crying, the sound of the door opening caught her off-guard as she immediately tried to wipe her tears and pretend as she was only taking a bath normally..... But it didn't work, as the person who walked in was Callisto and he knows Penelope too well, and he knew it was something related to you, otherwise why would Penelope try to cry in private and not come to him for it.....

He immediately felt his blood boil at seeing his fiancé crying her eyes out on a day she was meant to be the happiest, as he walked over and loomed over Penelope and held her nape to turn her head to him, her eyes all glassy and nose teensy bit red from crying.

"What did that little friend of yours did to you, princess?" Callisto, enraged along in contrast gently stroking Penelope's cheek, which was wet from her tears and the bath water, with his gloved fingers.

As he sharply took out his tiny sharp dagger, which made Penelope jump up and grab his arms before squeaking out in wails, "NO! Stop, Y/N didn't do anything!" As Callisto turned to look at her face wet again from salty tears, he put his dagger away and softly wrapped Penelope in a towel and put her on his lap and she cried angry and sad tears in his shirt as Callisto rubbed her back and kissed her here and there to calm her down. Finally she calmed down and started getting ready, as Callisto left, also to get ready. Penelope got all dolled up in makeup, got her hair done and got dressed, finally walking down the aisle and saying her wows, finally after what seemed like forever, Penelope was feeling happy and warm until she looked back at her father and siblings, only to find a empty seat near Yvonne, you seat....It was empty..

As the party and drinking started, Penelope slipped out and pulled Yvonne and Reynold out of the venue before asking, "Why was Y/N's seat empty?" As Yvonne and Reynold looked upset and confused before Reynold spoke up and said, "Penelope, Y/N left a letter saying she needed to go somewhere and so she couldn't attend the wedding, Derrick yelled at them as they were leaving, but Y/N just ran off with a horse....We're sorry..." Yvonne immediately hugged her side and patted her back as Penelope again had her eyes filled with tears, but this time she wouldn't cry, she can't cry....

Without saying anything Penelope pulled Reynold and Yvonne back into the venue and started partying to get rid of you from her mind...The night ended up with her carrying her drunk husband back to bed and then spending nights with sister having a sleepover. Finally she was a wife and an empress, she would do anything in her power to find you and make you happy again!

Unfortunately that didn't work, you didn't arrive home after the wedding, you weren't seen by anyone, it's like you ceased to exist, you were basically gone and it was very hard to Penelope to move on as even though she wasn't as close to you as original Penelope, but she was still very close and you were one of the most important person in her life, you helped her survive so many things even in the game you were always protecting Penelope....

One day, as Penelope sent another troupe to find you, but as they still came back yet again empty-handed, Penelope sighed, even they couldn't find you, she'd been sending so many troupes to find you over the capital, but still no news was there about you...As she sat in the garden tryin to forget about another yet failed search, she saw a knight tossing a tiny stone again and again in his hand while talking to his friends, Penelope squinted and walked discreetly closer to them trying to figure out what it was due to curiosity, but as she recognized the stone, the weight of guilt and happiness came crashing down on her, as she realized this was the stone from your bracelet which you word 24/7, it was from original Penelope.

Penelope immediately let her presence known as the knights immediately bowed to her, before Penelope asked, "Where did you find this stone?" She asked pointing to the stone still in the knight's hand, the knight opened his hand and showed it to Penelope before saying, "Ma'am it was at the edge of the nearby border, where the forests start, but on the other side, nobody really goes there, but I found this on the ground...." Penelope took stone before inspecting it and she was correct, it was the stone which had the same pink and green engravings in it.

"Fine, get the carriage ready and take me to the place where you found this stone..." Before dismissing everyone and walking to her room to get changed into more casual clothes, which would allow more freedom and to prepare her crossbow in-case somebody tried to attack her, she was the empress after all...

Finally sitting in her carriage as it began moving, she looked out the window at the beauty of the empire, she remembered how you enjoyed going around the markets and places in the empire to hang-out with her to make her happy. She got so lost on memories and thoughts that she didn't realize when the carriage stopped, until one of the knights knocked on the door and informed her so...

Opening the door, she breathed the air in, which was filled with the smell of grass, flowers and dirt, she felt refreshed as she walked around taking in the scenery of the forest edge, it was bustling with the sounds of leaved, birds singing tunes and the sunlight peeping through the multiple layers of leaves, vines and trees. As she took a good look around, she asked, "Would you all mind letting me spend time alone in this place for a while, you can spend time here while I go walk.." this was immediately disagreed by the knights as they told that it was their duty to follow their empress to guard her not matter what..

She tried to convince them, but they wouldn't completely agree still very doubtful of the idea, finally Penelope has enough as she sighed, as she said, "Fine, but I have some serious business with someone here, so you can't follow me, but how about this, if I don't return within fifteen minutes, you can come inside, I will be leaving a trail of white lines with chalk.." Penelope said, before pulling out chalk from her robes, finally knights agreed hesitantly, as Penelope walked into the woods, taking in the beauty of the forest, where birds were flying, eating, feeding their babies, the grassy floor filled with flowers and large untamed plants, with grey stones and vines and large branches hanging from trees supporting many small animals; bunnies, butterflies, rodents, frogs, snails and tiny birds. As Penelope walked and walked, putting marks of chalks on trees as she did so, she continued to marvel in the forest's beauty, not realizing how far she'd gone in very less time, as she walked in clearings where they was a huge majestic lake, with many swans, goose, ducks, rabbits and deers. As she walked along-side the lake, still leaving marks of chalk on the trees as she walked, her dropped at the sight of someone oh so similar to her, you...You were there in an outfit you normally wouldn't wear, Penelope would only describe this outfit as a 'pirate's outfit' you were wearing pants, with a loose shirt tucked in, the shirt had poofy sleeves with a low collar, you were also wearing knee-length boots and you're hair was free and open, unlike how you would usually put it up..

As you washed your face in the lake, before rinsing your mouth and spitting the water out, as you pulled a napkin form your pocket and wiped you face as your eyes get into contact with a frozen Penelope's green eyes, as you froze before acting as though you never saw her.

This made Penelope feel as though somebody has ripped her heart into half seeing you act as though you were disgusted by her and she wasn't important to you, as compared to how warmly you would wave and smile at her when you saw her...As Penelope walked timidly towards you expecting you to yell at her, but you didn't....You didn't even show an ounce of hatred towards her, but you still didn't accept her into your walls again...You're face was unreadable and didn't show any expression as barely acknowledged her, Penelope slowly started talking after taking a deep breathe. "How-How have you been, Y/N?" Penelope asked timidly, before receiving her answer, "I've been fine." completely derived of emotion from you, this wasn't what she expected.

"Why-why did you leave?" Penelope asked, feeling her eyes fill with tears.

"I had some work." You said, turning your head away form her. As you both stood there in silence, Penelope trying not to cry and you sitting on a large rock, before there was sound of steps running as Penelope somebody also came into the clearing changing your mood and behavior immediately as you stood up and opened your arms wide, where the blue haired beauty was swallowed up in your arms and warmth, you immediately squeezed her tight picking her up a few inches above the ground before putting her down and kissing her lips...

"Well, I shall take my leave now, your imperial highness." You said, trailing behind the blue-haired girl who was pulling your hand, as Penelope now saw knights coming in from behind her, "Your highness, you weren't back, we came to find you!" they said, as you ran back, you bowed on your knees and said, "Thank you for looking after me for the time being." you said, flashing her your warm, final smile and giving her a letter before running back to the girl who was sitting on the horse, and sat behind her, that girl looked at Penelope and smiled at her before the horse started running as you both left the scene leaving no trace of you and your new found lover ever being there....

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"Dear Siyeon,

I've written this letter for my apologies. I'm sorry for leaving your wedding like that on such a horrible time and in search informal manner, please forgive me. I hope you weren't too upset about me being there. As I woke up, I remember how I confessed and when I was planning on telling you to not look at me differently, when a messenger bird came to me delivering a letter.

That letter was from a very dear person who had been missing for a long time now, they were asking me to come there to give me an explanation, they said if I wouldn't come, it would mean I didn't accept them back and so I had to leave, because I needed to know the situation of such a important person.

This person had gotten into a horrible mess and so was missing, they asked me to leave with them but I couldn't do so, without faring everyone a goodbye, yet I also couldn't face them after leaving you wedding like that. I hope Callisto is not mad by me leaving you in such a rush. I'm sorry yet again and I hope I give this letter to you before I leave the empire forever. I know I behaved wrongly with you when we met and I hope you forgive me for that. I know it's sudden after me being gone for so long, but this had to be done, I had to comply to my darling lover, Penelope's wish. I hope maybe one day we'll meet again and we'll spend time again as friends.

Love, Y/N L/N"

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Penelope was crying tears of joy and sadness as she reached the ending of the letter, wrapping the blanket around her tighter as Callisto ran his hand up and down her back. Penelope's eyes dropped tears on the parchment, making lines of inks on the paper, smudging the writing slightly. Penelope for the last time realized, she may have taken the body of your lover, but your lover will always be with you...

[mothertoall2]

Part of Their World (RE Age Regression)

Chapter 3: First Day

Description: This story takes place in a world where Age Regression is normalized and accepted. As a child you were taken by Mother Miranda and experimented on with the T virus, after years of captivity you don't show responses to the experiments and are sent to be a maid at the Dimitrescu Castle. None of the other maids like you, and Lady Dimitrescu always keeps a close eye on you. This is a little gn reader story and if you don't like it you may respectfully leave, this is not a fetish book and is sfw, thank you and have a splendid day.

Warnings: Injury

Y/n's POV

Once everybody had left I was left alone to my room. I look around again and the dust and cobweb covered room and try to imagine how I can fix up this room. I know I won't be able to do anything about the giant hole in the roof but I can clean up the rest of the room over time. I guess I should have seen this coming when mother gave me away. Of course she would not send me to someone who would treat me how she did.

I make a mental list in my head on what I can do to fix up the room. It really needs a good dusting and I'm sure there is a village near by, I could buy some carpets and drapes for the floor and windows. While going through the list I let out a big yawn and realize that I should get some sleep before starting work tomorrow. It shocks me that I was chosen to clean the west wing which is of highest importance.

I take my bag and unpack the few items I was allowed to bring with me onto the vanity and trunk. I put my three pairs of pants into the trunk as well as your four shirts and my semi formal suit. I place my comb onto the vanity as well as my book and my glasses. I gently place the stuffed fox onto the bed under the thin blanket. I don't want anyone knowing about it, they would call me childish just as mother had.

Once I'm unpacked I decide to get some rest. I take my pajama shirt out of my bag and I put it on. I don't like sleeping in pants, it is very uncomfortable so instead I sleep in just my underwear. I neatly fold my dirty clothes onto the table and walked over to the bed. I sat onto the bed and it squeaked as I moved back the cover. I got under them and tried to get comfortable on the rock hard mattress. It didn't take long to discover that I won't be getting a nice sleep tonight.

I lay in bed and let my mind drift everything that has happened today. I lost the only person I've ever had. No. I hadn't lost her, she gave me away to be a maid. I have no sort of comfort anymore. The room I had for eighteen years is gone, the routines and structure is all gone. Before I know it I feel the tears along down my face. The warm drops of salty water drifting down onto the stained mattress until it disappears. I know that tears signify weakness but I can't stop them right now.

I let my thoughts run wild about not only the events of today but also the events of my life. I know only what I was told and shown. I have always followed all of mother's rules and expectations and I haven't disobeyed her since I was five. Even that was a big mistake and I learned from it. I did everything yet I was never enough I just don't understand.

At some point I must have cried myself to sleep because next thing I know I am woken up to a bright light shining in my eyes. I sit up and open my eyes to see the sun glaring down. By the height it is around six in the morning. Remembering everything that happened yesterday I get out of bed to be prepared. I quickly realize that I don't have a uniform and curse myself that I didn't think to ask for one.

"Finally you're awake." I hear a familiar voice suddenly speak from the corner of the room causing me to jump back and land on my butt in front of the bed. I hear a chuckle and look over to the corner to see Bela staring at me with clothes in her arms. "You scare quite easily child." She says in a amused tone and I look down feeling the embarassment turn my cheeks red.

"Here is your schedule and once you are dressed in uniform you may begin by cleaning Daniela's room and then some of the spare rooms after you finish you may explore or find something to do." I reply with a polite yes ma'am as I take the clothes from her and watch her disperse into flies and leave.

I put on the uniform and put on my shoes and quickly comb out my hair and get it out of the way. I make the bed and hide my fox under the blankets. I make my way out of the room and decide to take the long way so I don't get lost on my first day. I don't know the castle halls yet so I decide that's what I'm going to do with my free time.

I get to the stairs and decide to take two at a time to get there faster but I trip on the crack of the stone stair. I try to catch myself with my arms and instead I scrape my elbows falling down. I feel the skin break from its spot and feel the cold air against the spot. I hit my knees along the stone trying to brace myself and land at the final step on top of my arm feeling it bend in ways it shouldn't.

I hiss in pain and lay there for a moment. I slowly try to stand myself up with my arms but the pressure causes me to fall again. I feel a sharp pain in my arm and mutter a string of curses. I use my other arm to pull myself back onto my butt as I sit my legs in front of me. I slightly pull up my pants to see blood staining the inside. As the warm copper smell floods my nose I get a weird feeling. A desire, a hunger something I've never felt before.

My head shoots up as I hear someone clearing their throat. Caroline is looking down at me with an annoyed expression rolls her eyes. "S-sorry miss Caroline I fell" I say looking down. She scoffs at me before speaking up "Get off the floor you lazy brat, now I know why Miranda gave you away." Her words sting like a blade piercing my heart, maybe she's right. I know I can't cry so I get up and keep moving to the west staircase and start climbing. As I walk I can hear Caroline muttering to herself but I ignore what she's saying.

As I climb the staircase I feel my arm and I don't feel anything broken. It just hurts maybe I am being dramatic. I keep walking through the hall looking at each door, I was never told which room was Daniela's so I just am going to have to guess. As I examine each door I come across a door that has a well carved cursive D on it.

I guess this is Daniela's room. As I get there I realize that I have no cleaning supplies I don't know what to do. I was never told where it is. As I'm panicking the door opens to reveal Daniela herself. She seems confused as she looks past me around the hall until her eyes land on me. She hesitantly speaks "Come in y/n Caroline dropped off the cleaning cart already." She steps aside offering me entry to her room.

I look around the room and it looks like a hurricane ran through it. There are dresses all over the floor and stones scattered as well as multiple other items. There is plenty of dust and cobwebs covering corners and surfaces making the room seem old. I see the cart next to the door that has dusters and spray bottles of water and cloths to tidy the room.

Daniela sits on the bed as I get to work on tidying up. I start with the clothes and place them in her basket in the corner. I dust off her table and gather the cobwebs from the corner. I am working on the books case when Daniela speaks up. "Are you bleeding?" She seems curious her voice light. "No." I can hear her stand up and walk a few steps behind me. "That's a lie, try again."

I hesitate before nodding my head still not turning around. "Better. What happened?" She asks as she gently gravel my arm and sits me on her bed. "I fell down the stairs earlier." I say embarrassed and she giggles a little. "You must be careful you'll hurt yourself-" she pulls up my pant legs and grabs something from her table drawer and walks back over to me.

"You're like a bug, you're tiny and fragile so you must be careful and watch where you step." She states like it's a fact. I grumble at her calling me tiny. "I'm not tiny." She giggles again and taps my nose "You are very tiny, you're a little bug!" I glare at her trying to show her how offended I am by her words. She pulls out some cream and gently applies it to my knees before wrapping a bandage around them.

"How did you know I was bleeding?" I ask curiously as she moves to bandage my elbows. She scrunches her face as she concentrates. "Because I could smell it." I hum in response as I think about it. Once she finishes treating my scrapes I get up and finish her room. I make sure everything is organized except for the weird assortment of rocks.

"What are the rocks for?" I decide to ask he. She looks up from her book to look at me and she smiles. "Well they are minerals, I like to collect the different ones." I smile that sounds really cool, I look over at her book and look at the title 'The princess bride' I look up at her. "Is that a good book?" Her smile widens as she pats the spot on the bed next to her.

I hesitantly sit on the bed next to her and look at her. "I'll read it to you, it's one of my favorites!" She says excitedly but I remember that I have other rooms to clean. "I can't right now I have other rooms to clean." Her smile falls and she pouts at me. "Well too bad you can do that later!" She says stubbornly, I feel as though I have no say in this so I nod and get comfy. She starts reading the story next to me and I carefully listen. This feels nice, it feels right.

[bugwolfsstuff]

W.i.p of Lokdolph wedding crack fic

Current Title: Get hitched in a chapel in Vegas Notes: The title is from the song Welcome to the Family by Watsky, the fic will not contain Vegas or getting hitched in a chapel in Vegas. I want a Hœnir cameo (if I go for the another name for one of Odin's bros route i get to bully Odin more) Plot outline: Lokdolph crack fic where Loki and Randolph get married, and Floor 19 are told by Odin to infiltrate it cause he’s salty he’s not invited (He’s basically Maleficent if she didn't serve cunt and was a man)

And here's all i've written so far because I really need re-read some mcga and also i'm tired

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You know, when I got woken up in the middle of the night for a summons from the Allfather, I thought oh no am I about to be sent on another life-or-death quest? And honestly, I kinda wish it ended up being that. 

I walked into Odin’s office. Which I’ve never actually been in before, in fact I didn't even know he had an office. Basically, it looked exactly what I thought it would look like: motivational posters everywhere and a stack of motivational books on a desk with a cup that says NINE WORLDS’ BEST ALLFATHER with nine and all written in black marker. 

Sam and Alex were already there, both were sitting in two chairs pulled up to Odin’s desk wearing their pajamas. Alex looked like she wanted to cut someone’s head off. All the color in Sam’s face was drained, and the Allfather himself was pacing back and forth yelling something about disrespect. 

So basically, the only thing I'm motivated to do in this room is leave it and go back to bed. 

“Can you believe it!?” Odin yelled, pacing back and forth. 

“Believe what?” I asked, rubbing sleep from my eyes. 

“The disrespect!” Odin yelled unhelpfully. 

[radio-magpie]

Content warning: descriptions of drowning, corpses, violence

~Chapter One~

I sat perched on a warm rock, singing away my favorite song— it was one of adventure and curiosity.

Royal flags waved in the air as one of Vrogalla's vessels grew ever near. I didn't open my eyes as I knew the doomed ship was going to hit the rocks any minute now.

I only opened my eyes when I could hear the sound of splintering wood smash against sharp rocks. I idly watched as the sailor's bodies were mangled by the vicious waves.

I dove into the salty water as I saw a few stragglers try in vain to get to the shore. The water rushed smoothly over my scales as I dragged sailors one by one to their watery graves. Some of them were still entranced in my song, while others tried desperately to fight me off.

It didn't matter in the end. It didn't change anything.

Once I was done with my little massacre I grabbed the tastiest-looking one to drag up on shore. I was sprawled out as I ripped into the corpse. It looked like it used to be a young man in his twenties; now his face was blue and his eyes were dull.

I lazily scanned the shore until my eyes locked on something that glistened in the sunset. It was a couple yards away and I didn't feel like dragging my heavy tail across the jagged rocks, so instead I transformed it into a pair of legs.

My human form wasn't the greatest.

I still had fins and scales. I didn't look any less monstrous, but at least it helped moving on land and I guess that's all that mattered.

Once I got close enough to the metallic object, I could see that it was a compass. I picked it up and opened it. Surprisingly, it was still working. There was a beautifully engraved flower on it with teal accents. I was always a fan of shiny things, so of course I kept it.

As I looked up from my newly found treasure, I caught a glimpse of something in the frothing waters. A judgmental silhouette of a person long since gone.

But of course, she always fled.

I walked back to my dinner and ignored her like she always seemed so fond of doing to me. I tried to take a couple more bites of the corpse but my appetite had been ruined.

I put the compass around my neck before diving back into the ocean. My strong and powerful tail propelled me through the waters with ease. There was still bits of debris from the ship drifting down to the ocean's bed. There were still bodies in the water that attracted hungry sharks and fish.

I weaved between the many broken ships that scattered the ocean's floor. Many of them were caused by me and many more were there before I long since came along.

Even though the ships were a grim reminder of my nature, they were still filled with life— albeit more scaling and fishing. There were many schools of brightly colored fish that popped out from the bleak surroundings.

I swam through a window of one of the broken ships. At the current moment, it was my makeshift home. There wasn't a lot in there, just a few keepsakes here and there.

In the corner, there was a mirror that I tried my best to cover up. Because she always liked to watch me from it. One time, she was daring enough to creep up on me while I was sleeping. It wasn't a pleasant thing to wake up to.

I didn't like seeing her with her neck always bent at an odd angle because of her snapped neck. My stomach always twisted when I saw her purple face.

I missed how she used to look. A rounded face topped with dark golden hair. Calloused hands that she used to touch my face with as she told me how I was the most beautiful treasure in her eyes.

Now she doesn't even have the gall to face me. Always hiding away in shadows and reflections. Never uttering a single word.

Oh, how I long to hear her voice again.

That was chapter 1! Feedback would be lovely and any tips also will help. I will be doing a little doodles for each chapter, mainly to give me something to do. 

Also, thank you too @michelangelgoo! Who helped edit my shitty grammar.

[dixidin]

Genshin impact hcs for every nation pt.3

Inazuma edition!

Info: OOC? Mentions of other characters, writing sucks, sorry if I get some lore wrong with some characters! Fyi, none of this is cannon besides the occasional lore mentions

Ayaka: In Ayaka's younger life, specifically late childhood to mid teenage years. She had really bad acne and would get insecure with how pretty and flawless Ayato's face is. Meanwhile, she's stuck rubbing whatever ointment she can find all over her face. Luckily, it went away after some time

Ayato: Whenever Ayato has a hard time sleeping or can't focus on his paperwork anymore. He'll sneak out near a cliff and watch the ocean. The calm breeze, along with the soft crashing of waves, makes him remember that he needs to breathe once in a while

Gorou: Obviously, it's known that Gorou is part dog and has been out to war, and most of the time, you get hit during battles or even terribly injured. In Gorou's case, one of his canines broke off while in the middle of a battle. Unfortunately, dogs canines can't grow back unless they're puppies, so now Gorou only has one canine left

Heizou: To pass by the time of being unable to solve a mystery, Heizou has picked up a hobby of wood carvings, specifically making them into cute animals like deer, foxes, birds, or even rabbits. Occasionally, he will make little figures of people that he knows, like Shinobu, Itto, or even Sara

Itto: Since it is canon that Itto paints over his horns to make them look colorful and bright, he doesn't just decorate his horns with paint. He also uses stickers, bows, and anything else he could wear on them! Although, most of the time, when he wears bows, they snap due to the horns being way too sharp or thick. He feels terrible every time that happens

Kazuha: For a moment of Kazuha's life, he had a very bad lisp. Which was awful for him since he is a very poetic man, so every time he stuttered in his wording, his mind would immediately crash, and he would forget everything he was going to say, stuttering like a maniac. The only one that helped him with his lisp was Beidou, who did laugh the first couple of times but apologized and helped him get back his composure

Kirara: If you had to ask Kirara what her least favorite place to visit for work is, it would definitely be Sumeru. The reason being the sand, she always gets sand in between her bean paws and, afterward, has to scrub it out once she leaves

Kokomi: Since I also hc Kokomi with pretty bad eyebags (due to the war, the vision degree, being a leader, ect), she normally uses concealer to hide them/get rid of them. After all, she doesn't want to get bombarded with questions on how she got them or people suggesting she heads to bed. She has way too many responsibilities to deal with!

Raiden: The reason why Raiden loves sweets so much is because she can not stand citrus fruits/flavors. She's okay with spicy foods, savory, and even occasionally salty foods, but citrus? She absolutely hates

Sara: In secret, Sara is actually really good at creating statues and even made the large statue of Raiden placed right in the middle of Inazuma. Of course, she never tells anyone since it's her secret

Sayu: Whenever Sayu is about to fall asleep, she'll try as hard as she can to sleep on the floor. People have no clue why she does, and whenever they ask, she just says that it's better

Shinobu: The reason why Shinobu wears a mask all the time is because she has facial dysmorphia, which means that Shinobu fully thinks that she's ugly. The only people who have seen her face are Itto (who she showed on purpose) and Heizou (who accidentally walked in on her dreading on how she looks)

Thoma: Thoma doesn't like alcohol one bit, not because he's a lightweight, but because he hates the taste of alcohol, but if you tell him to watch over your drink, he'll immediately stand guard

Yae Miko: Since Yae Miko is a kitsune and can turn into a fox. She can also communicate with them, and on multiple occasions, Ei will walk into Miko's shrine just to see a bunch of foxes gathered around her, sprinting off in fear when they see the newcomer (Ei)

Yoimiya: Since Yoimiya owns and puts on a lot of firework shows, she's very strict on being safe when using fireworks. On multiple occasions, she's had to put on little shows to make sure the kids stay safe when watching or setting fireworks off. It's tough, but if it makes sure everyone has a fun time and no one gets injured. She'll keep on doing it

If you repost this on another website, please give credit. Any like or repost is greatly appreciated -dixidin

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[punchdrunkdoc]

Chapter 4

Summary: After the events of S3, Matt Murdock is trying to once again balance life as a lawyer and a vigilante. But he’s been scarred by loss and betrayal - will a mysterious new neighbour help him heal? Or will her secrets drag him back into the darkness?

Notes: This is a slow burn romance with an original female character, told in 3 parts. There is mystery, intrigue, action and angst - all the good stuff!

Also available on AO3 and Wattpad

Masterlist

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CHAPTER 4

Matt slumped on his couch, his head tipped back, and a bag of frozen peas resting on his elevated leg.

He’d had to admit defeat tonight and cut his patrol short. He’d wrenched his ankle the wrong way landing on a fire escape over on 59th, and now the joint was swollen and red and throbbing with a dull gnawing pain.

It had been a stupid miscalculation - a rookie error. But extreme weather had always affected his senses in a negative way. The intense heat trapped within the concrete alleyway and the waves radiating from the hot metal stairway had…blurred…his perception for a moment.

But a moment of true blindness was all it took to cause injury.

Not a serious injury, thankfully. He could sense the ligaments were strained, but none were torn.  A bit of ice and rest - and maybe a session meditating - and he’d be back on the streets.

Luckily, the neighbourhood had been relatively quiet tonight. During a heatwave, even the criminals seemed to prefer staying within range of an air conditioner rather than stalking the city looking for trouble.

Which left him at home at midnight, completely unsure how to pass the time. He’d normally be out for another 2-3 hours at least. Having this much free time felt…unnatural. It was too late to call Foggy to get a drink and Karen had left the office looking forward to, in her words, ‘soaking in a cold bath for approximately nine hours.’

Going to bed was out of the question; these days he was struggling to fall asleep even in the early hours of the morning, after exhausting himself physically out on the streets. Trying to go to sleep at midnight would be completely futile.

Which left him with nothing to do.

He let out a long sigh and closed his eyes.

He could read a book. Maybe listen to some music. Or listen to something else…

Someone else.

His mysterious next door neighbour.

Just to see what she was up to. Just out of curiosity.

Not suspicion.

He was giving her the benefit of the doubt, after all.

His justification didn’t exactly alleviate the tug of guilt he felt at invading her privacy…but he was feeling weak enough to ignore it tonight.

As he opened up his senses and tuned them to the woman across the hall…he was suddenly hit by an onslaught of adrenaline. He jerked upright, and the bag of now only half-frozen peas fell to the floor with a wet splat. It went unheard - his entire being focussed on what was happening across the hall, ready to rush over there if she was in danger.

But he could only hear one heartbeat - hers.

And it was racing.

Her breathing was shallow and fast, and he could smell the salty tang of sweat. So different from the sweet sea salt fragrance of her perfume. She radiated fear, the cortisol heavy in the air.

Then he heard the click of a lamp, the rustle of sheets, and a sigh of relief.

He recognised the signs - even if he used a different method than light to orientate himself to the present after waking up in a panic.

She’d had a nightmare.

Matt breathed his own sigh of relief and tried to settle back against the couch now that the threat of danger had passed.

But he couldn’t relax when the scent of her distress filled his senses. His fist clenched by his side as he listened to her still-shaky breathing as she moved across the room.

What had scared her so much?

The shower turned on moments later and he blocked the sensory input before he could form the picture of water sliding over soft skin, of hands moving across-

Matt quickly got to this feet and limped to the fridge. He grabbed a beer and twisted off the cap, downing half the bottle while he desperately tried to get his prurient thoughts under control and ignore what was happening a few dozen yards away.

He felt like the creepy, gross guy Foggy had warned him about.

After a few more gulps he successfully managed to tune out the more subtle, private sounds coming from next door. Which was why the loud click of her front door opening took him by surprise.

He listened as her light footsteps echoed in the stairwell as she made her way to the roof.

He tilted his head towards the ceiling as he tracked her journey above him.

Back and forth.

Back and forth.

He recognised the movement, but he’d only ever witnessed it from afar. Now he was feeling the vibration of her steps as she paced across the rooftop. He could sense the slowing of her heart and the steadying of her breath with every revolution across the rooftop.

Every time he saw her up there…was it always the aftermath of a nightmare?

The shower had washed off the heaviest layer of adrenaline and sweat. Her heartbeat and breathing had returned to their usual slow and steady rhythm. If he was to come across her now, from several rooftops away, he wouldn’t have a clue about the state she’d been in just ten minutes ago.

And he felt a spike of shame at the thought.

Watching her on the roof had always acted to soothe him. Her serene presence as she stared at the stars settled him after a night of fighting and pain, provided him with respite. A moment of peace that quieted the devil inside him.

But all the while, she’d been battling her own demons.

And he realised that - up until now - he hadn’t truly seen her as a real person.

She’d been a collection of enticing traits - an intoxicating scent, a dulcet voice.

She’d been a mystery to solve, a puzzle to piece together.

A temptation to ignore.

But not a human being with thoughts and fears and an inner life she was struggling with.

His guilt intensified. And he resolved to do something about it. Just because he was steering clear of romantic relationships, didn’t mean he couldn’t be there for someone who was obviously in need.

As a friend.

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The night was never silent in Hell’s Kitchen - even to those without enhanced hearing. Cars driving past, drunken revellers, shopfront gates rattling closed, sirens in the distance…it was a cacophony of sound that he’d long since learned to tune out.

But it was one that hid his presence from her.

He stood a few feet away, admiring the line of her neck as she stared at the sky. Her long hair was bound tonight in a ponytail and she was wearing a loose tank-top and a pair of cut-off shorts, the denim material rubbing against her thighs as she took a few steps towards the edge of the roof.

So much skin…

He was struck by the desire to slide a finger down her bare arm - just to feel the heat radiating from it.

He shook off the thought and tapped his cane against the ground a couple of times, hoping the noise wouldn’t startle her too much.

It didn’t.

Apart from a tiny skip in her heart-rate, she was unfazed as she turned towards him.

“Is there someone else up here?” he called out softly.

She leaned her weight against the parapet behind her and cocked her head as she gazed at him. “Yes,” she replied, just as softly, and God did her voice sound amazing in that slightly husky register. “It’s me. Calina, I mean. From across the hall.”

He offered her a wide smile as he moved closer. “I thought so. Good to know I wasn’t speaking to thin air just now.” He patted around until he found the edges of the flat-topped air vent, then took a seat, the temperature of the warmed metal bearable through his thick sweats.

“You, um, couldn’t sleep either?” she asked, surprising him. She’d never initiated a conversation before. But her voice just now…seemed genuinely engaged. As if she wanted to talk to him.

Or anyone.

Perhaps as a way to settle herself after her nightmare.

Maybe this had been the right move after all, Matt thought.

“Too hot downstairs,” he replied. “I thought I’d come up here for some relief, but its just as warm.” He lifted his hand as if to feel the moisture in the air.

“Are New York summers always so humid?” She lifted the thick mass of hair off the nape of her neck and the action sent a pulse of her scent towards him - her fragrance warmer and earthier than usual.

But just as delicious.

He felt his groin tighten in response.

Or maybe this had been a colossal mistake…

Tuning out his base reactions to her was easy when there was distance. But there was only a few feet separating his skin from hers. The space between them felt charged. Intimate, despite the lack of walls and the open sky above.

Matt concentrated on answering her question, hoping dry commentary on the weather would diffuse some of the tension he felt. “Unfortunately. Downside of living on an island. But the seasons will change soon. And New York in the fall is pretty spectacular.”

“I’ve heard that. That the colour of the leaves is-” she cut herself off and he could feel the heat concentrate across her cheeks as if she was blushing. “Sorry, that’s probably not what you meant.”

He smiled, to show there was no offence. “Don’t worry about it. There’s more than one way to appreciate the seasons.”

“Tell me.” It wasn’t a command. More of a question. A plea. And it was whispered in a way that invited him closer.  Helpless to resist her pull, he rose to his feet and walked towards her. He leaned against the brick wall next to her and tried to paint her a picture of his world.

“The smells in New York can be pretty overwhelming, and they change depending on the time of years. Spring is floral - obviously. The scent of blooming flowers fills the air, but its a bit cloying. Too sweet for me. Summer is barbecues and suntan lotion and sweat - unfortunately.”

She laughed softly at that, and he leaned a fraction closer to her in response to the new sound.

How had he ever thought of her as cold?

She was nothing but warmth right now.

“Winter is more…the absence of smell, as if the snow smothers everything,” he continued, though it wasn’t the truth. Snow actually had a pretty distinctive smell. As did hail, and ice on car windows, wet wool and frosted breath. But he couldn’t admit to that without giving too much away.

“Fall is my favourite. When the leaves blanket the ground, there’s a woodsy kind of smell. It feels like you’re in the middle of a forest rather than a metal and concrete city. And I love the sound as those leaves crunch underfoot. Then there are the pumpkins at Halloween and the laughs as the kids in the neighbourhood go trick or treating. The smell of thanksgiving dinners. The spiced coffees that everyone seems to carry with them as they walk, clutched between their hands to keep them warm…”

“It does sound amazing,” she said. “And you’re right. There’s more than one way to ‘see’ it. Can I ask-” she cut off the question and shook her head. “Never mind.”

He turned to face her, his weight resting on the hand leaning on the top of the parapet. “You want to know how long I’ve been blind? Or how it happened?”

She winced. “Yes. Sorry. It’s too intrusive.”

He smiled. “It’s okay. I get it a lot. But I’d like you to answer a question afterwards. In return.”

“A trade?” she asked, turning to face him. She bit her lip briefly before giving him a small smile in return. “That seems…fair.”

“It happened when I was nine. An accident - chemical spill.” He’d gotten used to distilling the trauma of that day into a couple of dispassionate phrases. And for the most part…he was dispassionate about it. The loss of his sight hadn’t been the biggest loss of his life - not even close.

But she winced in sympathy regardless. “I’m sorry.”

He shrugged. “It is what it is.”

“But too lose so much, so young. It must have been hard. I know what its like for your whole world to change as a child…”

“What do you mean?” he asked, intrigued by the glimpse into her past.

“Is that your question?” she asked. “The payment for mine?”

He tilted his head considering. As much as he wanted to understand her better, there was a more present-day mystery he was curious about.

“No,” he responded. “I was wondering about your visitor today. Who was she?”

He had sensed a threat in the shorter woman. A coiled strength in her petite frame and a cunningness in her voice. He couldn’t work out why Calina had dragged her away from him so quickly. Was it to protect him? Or to protect a secret they shared?

Was she a friend to Calina, or an enemy she needed to deal with?

He’d wanted to follow them to the coffee shop, to hear the conversation that needed to happen ‘somewhere private’. But he’d only returned home to pick up a file for a deposition that he was running late for. The client was one of their few paying ones, and Foggy would have killed him if he’d skipped the meeting.

So he’d had let them go.

And the mystery had been plaguing him ever since.

“A friend from school,” Calina replied. “I’ve known her since we were kids.”

Her reactions - or rather, her lack of reactions - told him it was the truth. “So it was a good visit? You seemed a little stressed when she was here.”

He felt her shrug, and she turned away from him again to face the city beyond the rooftop. “You know how it is with old friends. There are years of…stuff…between you. Some good, some bad. Lots of memories.”

She looked down, and picked at a loose pebble in the stonework beneath her fingers. The fidgeting was unusual for her - her movements typically so economical and reserved. “Anyway,” Calina continued, shrugging off the air of melancholy that had briefly surrounded her. “It - her visit - stirred some things up. Made it hard to sleep tonight.”

“Ah, so it wasn’t just the weather,” he asked softly.

“No,” she admitted. “Coming up here…it was less about finding some cooler air, and more about that.” She gestured to the sky above.

“What?” Matt asked, pretending not to know.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” She shook her head. “The sky. The stars, I mean.”

“You’re into astronomy?” Matt asked, finally feeling like he was getting to know something about this mysterious, guarded woman. Everything she’d said so far was couched in vagaries - no details to speak of. But her story was becoming clearer.

She was someone who’d been hurt.

Deeply. Likely as a child.

Whatever she’d been through had left her with nightmares...

And she sought comfort from the stars.

She laughed at his question. “I guess so.” She sounded…surprised at the revelation. As if she hadn’t realised that about herself.

“Teach me something,” he said, echoing her request from earlier.

She focused on the sky again, searching the expanse. “Um…okay. There’s Cassiopeia over there.”

“Where?”

She groaned. “I keep doing that. I’m sorry.”

He smiled. “It’s okay. Show me.”

She hesitated for a second, then stepped to his side and clasped his upper arms, turning his body slightly east. Then the tips of her fingers ran down his right bicep, over the sensitive skin of his inner elbow to reach his forearm. He had to suppress a shiver at the feathery soft feel of her skin on his, the deceptively light caress lighting up his nerve endings.

She tucked her hand under his arm and lifted it with gentle pressure until it was raised up over his head. She fitted close against his back and guided her hand over his, her fingers wrapping loosely around his index finger until he was pointing at the sky. She adjusted the angle slightly before she whispered into his ear. “Right…there.”

The puff of her breath stirred the tiny hairs on the back of his neck, and he could feel the heat coming of her body as it was pressed against his. He swallowed, fighting against the influx of sensation. “And what does Cassiopeia look like?” he whispered back.

She brought his arm down but kept hold of his hand, gently flipping it over and cradling it in her grasp. “It looks like a crown.” She drew a pattern on his exposed palm with her index finger - an exaggerated ‘M’. “Cassiopeia was a queen who used to boast about how beautiful she was. And as punishment for this immense vanity, Poseidon placed her in the sky upside down.” She redrew the ‘M’ so that it was now a ‘W’.  “That way, she would spend eternity with the blood rushing to her face and her skirts over her head.”

Matt laughed, and he could feel her smiling up at him. It broke the tension of the unexpectedly intimate moment, and she stepped away from him, letting go of his hand.

Matt tucked that arm out of view and flexed the fingers of his hand. He could still feel the ghost of her finger across his palm, like a brand. He curled his fingers into a protective cage, as if to preserve the feeling for as long as possible.

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CHAPTER 5 

There are references to 2 of my favourite films in this chapter - can anyone guess them??

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[lovecolibri]

SaL anon here friend, hoping your in the mood for some incoherent Friday rambling because that's where I'm at right now and have been for days. First off, i think we should both thank and curse the new intern 911 hired, who apparently switched out the promo team's decaf for some Columbian dark roast. Seriously after spending the first half of the season practically catatonic between episodes suddenly we can't catch a break for even 24 hours before the next unhinged thing comes out. Next, let's

thank Mr. Ryan Guzman for looking at his character's scene notes, apparently rolling his eyes, and deciding to take matters into his own hands. Look, I'm not trying to say the rest of the 118 doesn't look devastated, but Eddie looks like he's about to start bawling on the floor and that's the real reason he grabbed Chim. I'll come back to this but his moments sure don't hit like pure platonic concern, there is some real desperation there. Also not to bring up KR rambling but lady if you were so surprised by Ryan's performance and didn't want it to come across like THAT, aren't you in charge? Couldn't you make the call and say "I need you to give me less"?? Anyway, the parallels between this and Eddie's shooting are ridiculous, so I also gave to think if this isn't going somewhere what the fuck is the point?? Why go through all this trouble to make it so obvious and heartfelt and hurt so much if it just goes back to business as usual?? That more than anything would piss me off. Yes, let Buck learn a thing or two about his own worth (we've only been waiting SEASONS for it), but also can we stop pretending putting these two specific characters in these life and death scenarios where they have to watch the other dying and their whole world looks like it's coming apart doesn't mean anything?? Finally (for now) here's what I'd like to see next episode. We know Buck is going to see the people he loves but not in the way he knows he knows them. So I'd love to be what prompts him to wake is seeing Chris. But not just any version of him. This Chris is an orphan, his mom died and there wasn't anyone to save his Dad from getting shot. He lives with his grandparents (pre Ramon reckoning), he had to go to them since there was no other parent in Eddie's life to take care of him. So this bright, brave kid is now sad and scared of the world, and Buck knows its wrong. I'll leave you with this mess of thoughts 😭.

Hello friend! We had people over this evening so I'm trying to get this done before I get to bed because I really do need to clear out my inbox (RIP to everyone who came to be salty with me and KR's interviews because we immediately got sneak peeks and poker stills and DO MORE, and my brain went offline).

Seriously, I don't know who started slipping the promo team cocaine but damn. Let us REST for a second! Between them and the fandom coming out in FORCE to wreck us or be horny on main, it's A Lot and I need sleep!

Ryan is out here giving us The Most and KR acting *shocked pikachu* about it just shows how much she sleeps on Ryan as an actor and Eddie as a character.I rewatched 6x10 and like, I know he's got a lot next episode but for a premier maybe we could have checked in with him and Chris since we checked in with literally everyone else at their homes? I'm trying not to be too negative because after s5 and 6a, this is THEE most excited I've been in awhile and I really do think the show is at least trying to course correct after....whatever TF 6a was and the weirdness of s5.

And the stuff with Eddie, it's like, you're right they COULD tell him to do less! They could say "this is what we're looking for" or at least "this is what we're NOT looking for" but clearly his actions were signed off on and made it to air knowing full well what people would see when they watched it. And what you see is a man desperately broken by the possibility of losing his partner. Which is GREAT if the show is working on a s7 Buddie reveal plan (I'm with @outrunningthedark I don't think they want to overshadow the Madney moment coming up which is fine), but it's....disappointing when there is so much good stuff going on right now and all KR wants to talk about is how much fun they had forcing Eddie "they're not really my type" Diaz to casually date randos because that's something he's ever been interested in doing. He really seems like a guy that enjoys wasting his limited free time meeting lots of new people only interested in getting into his pants instead of taking care of his partner who literally died for several minutes, and doing things with his son. Sure Jan. FFS, read the room! Or read the character profile before you start throwing storylines at the wall to see what sticks (lookin' at you sperm donor plot that is apparently giving Nothing). Yeah, yeah, managing expectations with a showrunner like her is good, but it's also a lot of whiplash right now between what we're seeing on our screens and what she's trying to TELL us we're seeing on our screens. I'm just so sick of them giving what should be THEE moment for Buddie only to follow it up by shoving some woman between them like "oh, nothing to see here!" Give me a break. And then what are they going to do for the actual reveal? How are they going to raise the stakes AGAIN? How are they going to be like, "yeah this is the 5th time one of us has almost died, but THIS time it's allowed to be an "Oh" moment for us because TPTB finally signed off on it!" 🙄🙄🙄 On the bright side, the Buddie of it all has kept the show trending off an on for almost two weeks and will certainly continue through next week so at least whoever is paying attention to that stuff and saw how dead everything was after the finale has some comparison to work with!

ANYWAY

Sad an lonely Chris would be HEARTBREAKING and my heart couldn't take it! 😭😭😭 That boy deserves ONLY good things! I will say I am a little...not mad but I am certainly side-eyeing this coma storyline seeming to be about how Buck's work as a firefighter is what changed everyone's lives because like, YES him being at the 118 changed everything for everyone, but also this is the guy who panic-sued the department to get back to work because he felt worthless if he wasn't doing his job. Which we then found out stemmed from childhood trauma and neglect, but right now, for where he's at, he's not questioning his choice of job so he doesn't need a push like Eddie to come back to where he belongs. And he's already wrapped up in a storyline that SHOULD be about him giving up parts and pieces of himself to make other's happy at cost to his own happiness (though right now we don't know WHAT it's suppose to be about since he's not going to struggle with walking away per Oliver and he's not learning anything so what's the point?). So how is better for him to be facing a life where Daniel lived and he's loved and happy (which is what they've been making it sound like) but everyone at the 118 is a mess without him, proving that it's better for everyone ELSE if he sacrifices everything and doesn't get the happy life he always dreamed of? Like I'm not trying to be negative and I'm still REALLY excited about the episode (as you can see from my unhinged posting this week) and I just KNOW everyone's performances are going to slay us, and this storyline might go differently than I'm expecting and be something really great! But I'm just...getting my side-eyes out because if KR has proved anything it's that she can't plan a fucking arc for shit, and she lacks a basic understanding of the trauma and driving forces behind the characters.

Final note because I didn't want to end on that one, I think everyone in the firefam deserves an Emmy for what they're going to give us and I am READY for their reactions to rip my heart out and stomp on it. It is TIME Buck wakes up with his REAL family around his bed and knows how very much he is loved for just being Buck and how hard they fought to bring him back to them, because he's their family and they CHOOSE him. Buck is always the one being left, but he's going to wake up and hear how everyone he loves begged him to stay with them. It's going to be *delicious*

[miyuhpapayuh]

18. Doghouse

Harshly gasping, Stevie sits up in her bed and blinks rapidly, trying to get her vision to steady on the darkness that five in the morning provides her bedroom.

Her peaceful sleep had been interrupted with yet another nightmare, starring her and the scary, dread-head that keeps following her around.

"Vie, what's wrong?" Rod comes back into the room and sits on the end of the bed, reaching out to caress her leg through the covers.

"I had a bad dream, again." She sighs, rubbing the back of her neck. Her wavering voice makes his jaw clench.

"Here's what ima do, okay?” he crawls back into the bed and pulls her against his chest, "when I drop you off, today, I'm gonna wait around for him. You let me know when he comes in and I'll go from there."

"Okay." She sighs, feeling herself relax to the sound of his heartbeat. She wraps her arm tighter around him, causing him to do the same.

"Go back to sleep, baby. I'm right here."

Last week was the beginning of Stevie's nightmares. The scariest part about them is the fact that they never give much detail to his face, but the tattoos that litter his knuckles and that skin-crawling smirk to make her wanna peel his skin back, if she had enough nerve to do so.

She mentioned him to Rod and of course, he offered to be there for her in the nighttime, so that she could be well rested and comfortable, since sleeping alone had become almost nonexistent for them, anyway.

"You alright? Tell the truth." He asks, resting his arm on the back of the passenger seat.

"No." Her salty tears make their presence known as they cascade down her flushed face. "I'm scared."

He wipes away each tear that falls, cupping her face in the process. "Hey, look at me..." her sad eyes flicker up to his, making his heart crack even further.

"I'm gonna take care of it, alright? I got you." He kisses her lips, repeatedly.

"Can I tell you something?" He asks, pulling away.

"Yeah."

"I'm kinda relieved that you're not pregnant. Right now doesn't seem like the best time to bring a kid into the world." This makes her chuckle.

"You're telling me," she grabs her bag off the floor and opens the door, stepping out and onto the pavement, casually strolling towards the door.

She glances over her shoulder to see Rod walking behind her. She heads inside and heads straight to the back where she runs into Claire.

"Can we talk?"

"Of course.," Claire leads her into the spacious office and closes the door behind herself. "What's up?"

"I think I'm being followed. There's this guy that frequently comes in just to mess with me— I even ran into him at the mall— and I've been having these nightmares that he's coming for me." Claire frowns as she stares at Stevie's shaky frame.

"This isn't something that we take lightly, so I've got your back. I'll handle it, okay?"

"Thanks, Claire." Stevie stands up and gives her a hug, sighing into her shoulder.

"You're a good friend." Claire perks up at the word, softly rubbing Stevie's back.

"We're friends?" Stevie pulls away and smiles.

"Of course! I thought you knew that."

"I mean, I kinda figured but we've never hung out or anything, so I didn't think you thought of me as anything more than just a cool boss."

"You are a cool boss.... who's also my really cool friend." She pokes her arm.

"Well, you learn something new, every day. Now, come on, friend."

They head out to the front, where Stevie grabs her apron and puts it on, scanning the place as her eyes land on Rod sitting at the table by the window.

He keeps his eyes on her, giving her a sweet smile. She returns it and starts helping the small cluster of customers, with the help of Claire.

Soon enough, the man of the hour comes waltzing in, causing Stevie to shoot a glance at Rod, who nods his head.

"What's up, Stevie," he leans on the counter, flashing his grill-covered teeth at her. She sighs.

"What do you want?"

"I want you to stop being so mean to me, when I see you. Every time I see you, it's an issue."

"I don't know you, so I don't have to be nice to you."

"You could get to know me, sweetheart." He leans in closer, before a throat clears itself behind him, making him turn around.

"Is there a problem?" Rod asks, sizing the man up. He's a foot taller than him, but still no match.

"You must be boyfriend." He chuckles, quickly pissing Rod off.

"Sure am. Do we have a problem?" He asks, again.

"Man, ain't nobody worried about your ass. Tell your girl it ain't nice to be rude and then we wouldn't be havin' this conversation."

"You tell 'em you ain't interested?" He looks at Stevie.

"A thousand times."

"You like harassing girls that ain't interested, huh? I can totally see how it must be hard for you to accept that, but shorty said no, so step off."

"Or what?" He steps closer to his face. Rod doesn't flinch.

"I'll make you."

Stevie watches the smirk glide across his face as he cocks his fist back, not even getting to land it, before Rod clocks him in the jaw, sending him to the floor.

"Oh God," an elderly woman gets up from her table and walks out, while others stand around and watch as Rod hovers over the man.

"I suggest you leave." Gripping him up by his collar, he flings him out of the door. Stevie watches as he walks to his car and hops in, driving off.

Rod comes back in and Stevie walks from behind the counter, quickly wrapping her arms around him.

"Thank you."

"Always, babygirl." They look over at Claire who's scribbling something down on a piece of paper.

"I got his description and his license plate number. He definitely won't be back in here, I'll be right back." She pats Stevie's shoulder.

"Thanks, Claire."

She smiles, before walking into her office.

"How you gettin' to class?" He asks, smoothing his hands down her back.

"Tyler's gonna come by at the end of my shift, so I can drive her to work."

"Okay, good. She been doin' okay?"

"Yeah, she's fine. She's just going through some stuff, but I got her."

He nods, pecking her lips. "I'll see you later."

"Yes you will."

"I love you."

"I love you, more."

Rod walks into his one and only class of the day, immediately sighing to himself. The only seat that's left is beside Tara. He grumbles, before sitting down, scooting his desk away from her.

"Damn, that's how we do each other?" She scoffs. He looks in her direction and back in front of him.

"Don't do me with that bullshit, man. You ain't been nothin' but trouble since you got here."

"Okay, first of all, I didn't know that you had a girlfriend, so your brand new attitude threw me all the way off."

"Even after I told you about her, you still tried it. I see them lil dumb ass looks you be givin' her when we walk past you, I know about you threatening her or in your case warning her— you wasn't thrown off by a damn thing, you're jealous."

"Man—"

"I don't wanna hear it." He shifts again, staring ahead as the most boring lecture begins.

About an hour later, the class is finally over and Rod slightly bolts for the door, of course with Tara right on his tail.

"Can I just say something?"

"Nah," he continues walking, ignoring her little huffs.

"Rod, come on." She steps in front of him, blocking his path.

"What man?!" His face scrunches up.

"Look, I know I haven't been the most reasonable person. Maybe, shouldn't have talked to shorty like that," he starts to move around her, but she pushes him back, "okay! Okay! I shouldn't have said anything to her, damn!"

"You talking a lot, but still ain't sayin' shit." He blinks, growing impatient.

"I don't normally apologize for the shit that I do, man. I just do it." 

"Come.” she motions for him to come closer and he stays put.

"You must think I'm stupid."

"I'm not trying to do anything stupid. I promise." She waits til he leans down, still keeping his eye on her.

"I'm sorry." She whispers in his ear, making him suck his teeth and lean back up.

"Why you on some top secret shit, man? I'm thinking you ‘bout to tell me something important. This ain't fifth grade, Tara. Say that shit out loud."

She sucks her teeth and punches him in the shoulder. "I'm sorry, aight?! Damn."

"That must've killed you." He sarcastically responds.

"It really did, now bring it in." She holds her arms out.

"Bring what in?"

"Gimme a hug, fool."

"Nahh, I'm good."

She frowns. "Why? She won't approve?"

"Don't play the victim—"

"I'm not playing the— just give me a hug, man."

"Girl, I said no."

"Whatever. Do you at least accept my apology?" She steps closer to him.

"Sure. I think I know you well enough to know that you really don't own up to the stupid shit that you do, so yeah. We're good."

"Great." A smile works its way onto her lips as she turns around, finding Stevie a few feet away with an incredulous look on her face.

As Tara passes her, she throws her a wink. Stevie watches her until she disappears down the hall and her eyes carry her to Rod.

She slowly approaches him and folds her arms over her chest. "What was that?"

"What was what? Tara?"

"No, Tommy. Yes, Tara. What was she doing over here, so close to your face?"

"She was apologizing."

"Hm." She jerks her head back. "Apologizing, huh? Where's mine?"

"She told me that she was sorry for everything, including what she said to you."

"Why didn't she say that to me, just now? Cause you wanna know what she did do— she winked at me," Stevie fakes a smile before her lips drop into a line, "what the fuck is she winking at me for, Roderick?"

"She's crazy. We both know that."

"Exactly," she points her finger at him, "we both know that. So, since we both know that, please enlighten me on why you even let her be in your face, in the first place." He sighs.

"Baby, I know what it looked like, but I shut down the funny shit."

"Do you believe her apology was genuine?" She asks, tilting her head.

"She's never one to own up to anything, so maybe." He shrugs.

She scoffs, beginning to turn around when he catches her by the wrist.

"Let me go."

"For what? Why are you mad at me?"

"Because, you told me that I needed to keep my eye on her just in case she tried some funny shit. Here we are with the funny shit and you're acting as if it's not a problem. That shit wasn't genuine," she yanks her hand out of his grip. "I don't understand why you would even still think that after I just told you that she walked past me, like she just won the fucking lotto."

"I'm not trying to argue with you,"

"Who said this was an argument? I'm just letting you know what's up, cause you act like you were born this morning."

Rod jerks his head back. "Alright. Can we not do this?"

"It's already done, Rod."

"I don't want you to be mad at me, though."

"Well, you should've thought about that," she pulls her bag up on her shoulder, and heads in the opposite direction, almost completely walking away until he calls out for her, again.

"You don't like being alone, Vie."

"I'll be fine."

Tyler tightens the strings on her oxford blue apron as she comes back from her lunch break.

Quickly wiping down her space, she greets her first customer of the second half of her shift.

"Dining in?"

"Takeout."

"What can I get you, ma'am?"

"One french toast special with scrambled eggs and bacon and a black coffee."

"Alright, that'll be $12.32." A twenty is placed on the counter, causing Tyler to sigh and snatch it up, placing the change back on the counter along with the receipt.

"It'll be out in ten minutes," she gives the lady a quaint smile, internally choking her as she catches the slight eye roll.

"Thanks." She moves away from the counter and sits on the bench by the door.

"Rude ass," she mumbles, narrowing her eyes at the tall, dreaded man that she'd seen, pushing up on Stevie a few days earlier.

"Ew, it's you."

He chuckles at her killer expression. “Don't do me like that, shorty."

"That ain't my name, and..." she points to his jaw, "what the hell happened to your face?"

"Ol girl sicked her boyfriend on me. Shit ain't even hurt." She rolls her eyes.

"Yeah, okay. What you orderin'?"

"Whatchu recommend?"

"Food. There's an entire menu of good food. Choose something."

"Aight, hol' up." He grabs the menu and she sighs, glancing at the deep red ink on the side of his neck.

"What's your tattoo say?"

"Blood ninety-two."

"Hm." She stares at the tattoos littering his knuckles and thinks back to the same ones that John had on his arm.

"Shit," she mumbles as she makes the connection in her head. The man stares at her for a brief second, before smirking to himself.

She needed to warn Stevie and fast.

@blackerthings @sheabuttahwrites @twistedcharismaaa @thegifstories @blowmymbackout @chaneajoyyy @ghostfacekill-monger @nahimjustfeelingit-writes @nayaxwrites @cecereads209 @abeautifulmindexposed @harmshake

[cookinguptales]

Soft asks! Fuzzy socks, teddy bear, bonbon 💕

BELATEDLY okay here goes

What is something that made you smile today?

Hmm. Well, I haven't actually been awake for that long, but... my bedroom is on the second floor of this house and I have to get downstairs using an outdoor lift that I can get to from a door upstairs. I then walk around the house and come in through the front door. So from the pets' POV, I disappear out a door upstairs and then magically arrive downstairs through the front door.

(Houses in this area often kind of have... a weird layout, so we had to make do when making this one accessible.)

But before I do all that, I often look out over the landing to see who's awake downstairs (and sometimes ask dad to put a bagel in the toaster for me haha) and this time my parents' dog, Sasha, was down there. And when she saw me she was soooo happy. And her tail started going crazy and I could see her go over to the front door to wait for me. She was so cute. 😭

Do you own any plushies? Please tell me about them!

Not as many as I used to! I tend to hug in my sleep sometimes, but I just use pillows for that these days. That said, I do have a few plushies that are souvenirs from happy times. I am unfortunately very sentimental, so I enjoy getting small physical reminders of times I had fun so I will remember those times whenever I look at that thing. (My house is... magpie-esque.) So I have a few that are more souvenirs than anything. I have a Kermit the Frog plushie that I bought the day I met Kermit the Frog. I have a little Tabikaeru frog that I bought myself when I was translating that game for people. I got a little Gunma-chan plush keychain that I got myself in Kusatsu Onsen... little things like that.

Do you rather like sweet or salty snacks?

Not to be crass, but it kind of depends which time of the month it is lmao. I have POTS so I usually consume a lot of salt. I also have trouble digesting sugar so I have to be careful about my consumption. (It's not a diabetic thing, more a stomachache thing. My dad is the same way.) So I'd say that most of the time, I am eating salty snacks. Wilde protein chips are a particular favorite because they're high in salt and protein but low in sugar. They kind of taste like crispy chicken skin, so the flavor's not bad. My cat harasses the hell out of me whenever I eat them, though, because she has stolen them a few times and she really likes them. lmao

BUT I get ferocious cravings for sweets sometimes and that's usually a harbinger of things to come. :')

[dammitadolfnomorecake]

Rage Fire Institution

Bridging. 20.

Tatsumi was a tyrant.

Tatsumi was a tyrant, a bully, a tyrant, and any other words along those lines that Maki couldn’t think of thanks to his tired state. Beneath his meek looks, stupidly long hair, damned glasses, and pilot suit, Tatsumi was more like a damn predator and he’d been the damn mouse all along. Now the game was over, he’d been swallowed entirely. Every part of him hurt. His pride included as he’d been repeatedly slammed to the gym floor no matter how hard he’d struggled.

The first night training had been brutal. The second night not as bad as his babysitter had opened up the comms and talked him through how to defend himself properly. He’d shown him to move and how to exploit mech movement despite how shitty the mech was. Two weeks had passed with this bi-nightly new routine, and the previous night he’d finally met his two fellow pilots.

Collapsing into his bio-engineering seat, a coffee cup magically appeared in front of him. Maki greedily snatching it up, indulging in the warmth seeping into his fingers. Winter was upon them, and winter could kindly go fuck itself. The heavens had opened between the dorms and the main building, students sent running like ants to escape the cold rain. As a chuckle came from beside him, Maki raised his tired head

“Fuck off, you bastard”

Tatsumi teasing him with his greeting

“Didn’t sleep well?”

If anything he was sleeping better than ever, learning new things brought out the hunger in him and if not for his babysitter he’d have pushed himself harder

“Not thanks to someone. You’re a fucking arsehole”

Tatsumi laughed lightly at him, happy morning people deserved to be stabbed.

“I did warn you that you’d hate me. Stella said you held on well”

“Stella talks too much”

Stella Wells was a fourth year pilot with her own modified mech. She personified happiness, flowers, love and destruction at the hands of her candy yellow TC-157 which was basically the private sectors version of a student mech only built far tougher. Her mech was made for defence and her years of combat training shone through, even though her synch rate sat at 83%. The third pilot Tatsumi had chosen was another alpha, a foot shorter than him, Maki thought he was being mocked when he was introduced to Anthony’s lily pad green mech he called “The Frog”. Being the same age as Maki, Maki had thought for a sliver of a moment they’d be closer in ability. They were not. Anthony and Stella were both entering the engineering division on the front lines once graduating and Maki feared the day that the pair would meet with Silva. Not only would they have more than enough to talk about, the three had the same damn personality of picking on him.

Pulling out his data pad, Tatsumi shook his head

“She’s a great pilot for her age. Skylark had me to talk to her when she was settling her career path. The same with Anthony. I wanted you three to meet before I bring them to the next project meeting”

Throwing the man a salty look, dealing with excitable researchers was also exhausting. They’d not met Stella and Anthony, and seeing they’d only be providing limited upgrades to both mechs, Maki was uncomfortably the focus of their attentions

“Yeah. I’ve noticed. Flo isn’t happy with you”

“Flo is never happy with me. I’ve got good news though, this weekend we’ll be taking a trip. I know it’s your free weekend, but I think you’ll find this enjoyable. I put feelers out weeks ago and things have finally fallen into place”

Sliding forward, Maki let out a soul deep groan. Tatsumi making him shoot back up as he flicked the back of his ear. Scowling at his babysitter, he crankily complained

“Because being stuck with you in a car isn’t punishment enough? I can’t escape you”

Tatsumi teasing

“And here I thought we’d bridged the gap between us. Why must you be so cruel?”

“What’s he done this time, Professor?”

Slinging is backpack down, Maki was grateful for Li. He didn’t have a snappy retort ready and now it seemed he didn’t need to. Tatsumi directing his attention to Li

“He hates me again”

With the pair of them becoming closer, Tatsumi had been teasing him more and lecturing him less over the trivial things. It was suspicious and weird, and odd. Definitely odd. He didn’t hate Tatsumi as much anymore, but there was no way he’d call themselves friends. Tatsumi still owed him too many explanations and Maki still felt as if he were dancing on invisible strings. Passing a coffee over to Li, Li lit up

“Even if he hates you, I don’t. It’s a lot easier to keep a good grade when you’re around”

Tatsumi’s expression seemed to say “See, even Li likes me”, Maki having none of it

“Fuck both of you. Let me die if I fall asleep”

His comment drew snorts from both men, Li elbowing him as he sat

“You can’t sleep, not until next class. I need help here. Our next test is next class and I’m seriously screwed. Yon’s going to break up with me, I just know it!”

Mentally the alpha wondered whom was babysitting whom, yet the arrival of Ms Walters put a pin in him asking.

***

When Li heard of their shopping trip, he begged to come with them. Tatsumi had planned to take only Maki so he could get his opinions on what parts he wanted to use on the project mod, and Flo as she was effectively the head of the research group. He’d wanted to keep the whole trip quiet, yet, he’d failed. 7 people were now crammed in the cab of the truck on a bench seat made for 3 grown adults. Skylark and Samara rounding out their number.

It’d not been a lie when he’d told Maki he thought he’d enjoy the trip. Another researcher by the name of Steven Hallod was supposed to be coming to collect research materials from the market, yet had cancelled at the last moment, Poaw notifying Skylark, who’d in turn, notified Tatsumi that he would be joining them on the drive.

It was a tight squeeze. Samara not giving them a chance to drop the back seat so the students could sit in the row behind the front seat before ushering them into the cab of the truck. Squashed against the passenger door, Tatsumi felt stifled. To ensure no funny business happened between students, Skylark sat between Maki and Flo, Flo practically sitting in Tatsumi’s lap, making him uncomfortable, and wonder if Li was half sitting on Maki or Samara. Maki was like him and liked his personal space. He liked to be able to feel he could breathe. Instead Tatsumi was sitting there battling a headache and a sick feeling in his stomach.

From the institution to Solast was a three hour drive at the hands of a semi-trailer truck. Three hours of hell as far as Tatsumi was concerned, which was saying a lot after all he’d experienced. They needed the truck in order to collect the Erebus that Maki would use in the competition, another thing Tatsumi had hoped to surprise Maki with. Samara had tracked one down in reasonable condition, then bartered down the price with the fact it was for a student competition. Samara hadn’t spilt the beans yet, but he’d been excited to meet Maki, so Tatsumi felt sure it’d all come out before they reached their destination. He sorely regretted not going alone to collect the mech, but he couldn’t change the past, but he could change this damn seating arrangement now they’d cleared the city.

“Samara, pull over”

Taking his eyes off the road, Samara leaned all the way forward to reply past the other sardines in the cab

“What? Why?”

Greaaaat. Samara was probably having the time of his life teasing the students with them. It was time to use the vague threat card

“Because there’s going to be a mess if you don’t”

“Oh, shit! Hold on, man. No blowing chunks in my cab today”

With zero subtly Samara navigated across the four traffic lanes with absolutely no care for the other drivers. Tatsumi not feeling as if he’d actually vomit until the sharp lunging turn. Before the truck could come to a complete stop, he was out the door and gripping the guard rail, thankful to be able to take a proper breath again. Behind him he imagined a quick conversation over who would be nominated to check on the poor sickly return pilot, leading to Skylark ultimately being the one to come to his side, cigarette hanging out the side of the his mouth

“Puke already. We’ve got places to be”

Turning around, Tatsumi leaned back against the guard rail

“I’m not going to puke that easily, I needed an excuse to kick everyone else into the back. You know he wouldn’t have done it on his own when he can fuck with the kids”

Skylark gave a small chuckle

“You’re as crafty as ever. You had me concerned for my boots”

Reaching out, Tatsumi plucked the cigarette from Skylarks lips, taking a deep drag before handing it back and looking to the sky

“Why aim for boots when a jacket would do nicely? Fucking hell, I’m fucked and we’ve only just left”

“You did look pasty this morning. You’re not going to pass out next, right?”

“I’ll aim for you if I do”

Skylark scowled at him, crossing his arms and drawing himself up. Tatsumi knew this meant an incoming lecture

“If training Maki is too hard…”

“No”

“You need to put yourself first. There’s a reason you couldn’t return to active duty”

“And there’s a reason you’re lecturing me. We both know and we both know I need this. Training is fine. He’s paired up with two other students and hasn’t noticed anything. I’d like to keep it that way”

“You’re a damn fool. The kid’s got potential but not at the risk of your life”

“What life? Washed up and spat out, thrown a lifeline out of pity? All I wanted to ever do was pilot, you know that, it’s better than sitting on the sidelines cursing myself”

Skylark reached out, ruffling Tatsumi’s hair

“Get some shitting sleep in the cab then. Samara loves his own face too much to crash”

That Samara did. From the corner of his eye, he could see Samara hassling Maki and Flo, probably trying to recruit the pair or trawl for embarrassing stories to throw in Tatsumi’s face later. The man was a menace. An utter menace that he needed. By the way Samara had carried on over Tatsumi’s call, one would think he’d never asked Samara for a favour before. Still, the bigger issue was Skylark’s care, the man taking any out that didn’t lead back to how he was feeling

“That and he knows how to fear for his own safety when you’re involved”

Throwing down his cigarette, Skylark stubbed it out before clapping his hands to draw everyone’s attention

“Alright, people! Kids in the back! I want no complaining between here Solast!”

[stopfunkinwmyheart]

so beyond like the normal bullshit I deal with with dirty ass lying women. my own sister is a fat ass dope fiend. she is lazy as fuck, so stupid, so psychotic. just listens to her kid cry. leaves him on the bed and goes into the bathroom with the door shut to do her makeup for literally an hour at a time. she will be sitting next to him just listening to him scream while she scrolls facebook. this bitch will literally just do anything to annoy me. steals shit out of my room just for the chaos. does retarded shit just so I’ll “get mad”, as if it proves that I’m the psycho that she’s playing games with me. this is really the logic of you stupid ass bitches. you all really got me bro, I’m the one who is retarded. meanwhile she’s spoiled as fuck and anything my family doesn’t give her she just goes out and sucks dick for. she has this dude who has been good as shit to her since she was pregnant. I literally thought dude was her baby daddy. she drives him nuts just for fun and he’s always good to her until he’s had enough and leaves. she hides his phone and just does retarded shit. argues about literally anything. there is literally no helping her. you offer advice when she does dumb shit and if you don’t get ignored then she’s screaming. literally just ignores me as much as possible to try and get a rise out of me. u got me, so salty that a retarded fiend won’t say thank you or answer basic questions with human decency. she fuckin got me. and like at the end of the day the only thing I can assume is either my family is hating that I’m not smoking crack or doing dope, or I’m designated babysitter. like it really makes no fucking sense to me at all. I’ve been asking for normal ass help that literally every single person in my whole family has gotten, for 10+ years. I’m the fucking retard because I’m not smoking crack. like that’s deadass how they treat me. my mom is a bipolar crackhead and if I ask literally anything at all, like “do u know when x..” “did u talk to x...” “RERERERE THE DISHES” meanwhile our tub has been clogged for like 2 fucking weeks. you need to pull our door extra hard to open and slam it to close it. the toilet overflows every few days. I would bet my life right now that my sister clogged the tub and broke the door. she also broke a 44~ inch tv that my mom bought just months earlier. just for the chaos, because she’s a girlfiend. literally for the first year or more that we lived here I did do dishes and was the only one taking the trash out. after a while why the fuck am I going to keep doing what you ask of me when you don’t do one thing that I ask of you. my mom will work all day for like 7 dollars an hour at a place that she’s close to the dope set, then come home like 4 hours after she gets off. when she gets home the maintenance guys are gone already, tough luck, guess we’re beat on anything getting done around here. I better sprinkle comet all over, wipe the counter, and sweep the floor. then I’ll bitch like nobody is doing anything. fuck the tub, the toilet, the door. I swear to god her logic is like “look im doin shit ur not” “forget that I smoke the rent money and you can’t take a shower without using a bucket to drain the tub” “forget that I’m sleeping, out of my mind high, or not here 24/7, look at me sprinkle this comet”

like yeah. after literally over 10 years of me doing everything for all the fiends I’m not doing anything until I get some help. if that somehow turned me into the crackhead then so be it. I’ve literally tried breaking it down too. like listen. why the fuck am I going to keep mopping the floor every day if it gets us nowhere. we need our priorities in order. I can help you a lot more if I had a license. “u did the dishes 15 times”

[offbrandhange]

Wedding Day ! | 𝕳𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖔𝖓𝖘

Fluff & NSFW headcanons on your wedding day/night with some of the AOT boys!

! Slight NSFW !

Warnings: Alcohol, mentions of sex, pregnancy. Fem ! reader.

Majority of this is fluff, but there are mentions of !BEEP! sooo yeah.

Characters: Armin, Eren, Erwin, Jean, Levi

a/n: I have to take my SAT tomorrow, please wish your girl good luck for those sweet, sweet good grades....

𝕬𝖗𝖒𝖎𝖓 𝕬𝖗𝖑𝖊𝖗𝖙 ~

Helps you plan the wedding and possibly loves it even more than you do. He’s a sucker for quality time. 

Armin would prefer a small or medium-sized wedding. If you want a large wedding though, there’s no way he’s holding you back from having it. 

100% a beach wedding. No doubt.

The venue is BEAUTIFUL. Spent countless nights researching and visiting places to make sure you got the best.

Eren is chosen as the best man, although Armin feels guilty for having to pick only one out of all his friends.

On the day of the wedding, Armin is a panicking mess. Eren and Jean literally have to give him a pep talk before he goes to stand at the alter.

Practiced deep breathing techniques before the wedding. Unfortunately, they aren’t working.

When you finally walk down the isle, Armin starts crying softly. Eren put his hand on his shoulder to comfort him......which just made him sob harder. He cried multiple times during the wedding.

Your wedding rings are the set his grandfather and grandmother shared :’)

Specifically told the bartender not to serve Connie and Sasha more than 3 drinks. He doesn’t trust them making their own alcohol-related decisions at his wedding.

Armin isn’t a dancer but....he practiced how to slow dance just for you.

Shy at first when it comes to the more fast-paced dancing, but Jean coaxes him into it, and he ends up having a lot of fun.

The speeches are so nice!!! But mostly because Armin asked Mikasa to read them over before hand to make sure they were okay.

After the wedding ends and everyone has left, you and Armin sit and watch the waves at night.

NSFW below !

The beach was reserved...meaning it is now completely deserted. I am now politely reminding you, Armin is not a saint. Honeymoon sex on the beach, anybody?

The sex is slow and sweet; he takes his time with you and kisses you all over. It’s 100% the definition of, “making love.”

If you’re down for a kid right now, Armin’s down for a kid right now. He WILL try for a baby with you if it’s what you want.

After you made a mess of yourselves in the sand...Armin would probably let you sleep for a little bit as he watched the waves. He doesn’t want it to end yet.

When he’s finally content, he would carry you back to the hotel, trying not to wake you.

Super considerate dusting the sand off you, and then tucking you in bed. He’s totally cuddling you to sleep, too.

𝕰𝖗𝖊𝖓 𝕵𝖆𝖊𝖌𝖊𝖗 ~

Pretty much gives you full control of the wedding planning; he only has a few requests.

Eren would be the type of dude to invite friends, friends of friends, and friends of friends of friends. Your wedding is gonna be packed.

Has no idea what kind of wedding he prefers.

Please, god, don’t let him pick the venue. He will go to the first one, look around, and go, “Yeah, this is pretty nice.” That’s how you’ll end up getting married at an AirBNB with a nice backyard hidden behind the local Walmart.

Doesn’t know if he should make Armin or Zeke the best man, so he flips a coin to decide. It landed on Armin, and from that day on, Zeke was super salty.

Tries to convince you to try on the wedding dress/suit the day before. He can’t sleep that night because he’s so keyed up thinking about how pretty you’ll look.

On the day of the wedding, he’s super fucking ecstatic and practically bouncing all over the place.

Eren would get kind of impatient when waiting at the isle, to the point it would annoy the groomsmen. Jean came so close to saying something but was thankfully stopped by Armin.

When you finally walk down the isle, he’s BEAMING. He tears up a little bit out of happiness, but nothing too extreme.

Armin had to help him pick out the wedding rings otherwise you would’ve ended up with one of those plastic spider rings you win at Chuck e. Cheese’s.

Eren gets so fucking drunk you’re worried you might have to carry him back to the room by the end of the night.

Jean literally nit-picks everything Eren does the whole night....which almost ends up resulting in a drunken bar fight...at your wedding. It ends up fine, though, because Levi and Mikasa step in as bodyguards.

You SWEAR Mikasa is giving you dirty looks. Likewise, Eren SWEARS he’s getting dirty looks from Levi.

He does alright slow-dancing, but is so tipsy and distracted by how attractive you are to him, he’s kinda just....trying his best.

Absolutely OBLITERATES the dance floor when the fast-paced songs come on...

WILD assortment of speeches. Mikasa is crying, Armin’s reading a poem, Floch’s trying to get you to join his cult, Zeke is crying......and Eren is sitting there like, “Is this almost over.” You’d think it was America’s got talent, or something.

When the wedding ends, he 100% drags you to your favorite fast-food restaurant. Still in your wedding attire. Seriously, this dude is crazy, but he’s fun.

NSFW below !

When you get back to the hotel, he lets you eat your food--and then he fucks the shit out of you.

Way, way, way more rough than usual; super passionate sex. Multiple rounds, too. You don’t even KNOW how he has this much stamina by the end of the night.

Not even TRYING to get you pregnant, but his dumbass probably accidentally would.

Good luck trying to walk tomorrow!!!

When he’s finally tired, he is GONE. Like, you could scream bloody-murder and he still wouldn’t wake up.

𝕰𝖗𝖜𝖎𝖓 𝕾𝖒𝖎𝖙𝖍 ~

You can TRY and take that wedding planner from Erwin--the only way he’d give it to you is if you pried it from his cold, dead hand(s).

Tells people he’s married MONTHS before the wedding.

Everyone.....and I mean EVERYONE.....knows you’re getting married. he will walk up to strangers and brag about you.

Erwin invites everyone he sees. Elderly woman crossing the street? Invited. Barista at the coffee shop? Invited. Guy on the bus who offered him a seat? Invited.

All those people attend the wedding, too. Why? Everyone knows and loves Erwin. So when your wedding is literally PACKED with people you have never seen before--you’re only slightly surprised.

You know those reality shows where they have HUGE, expensive weddings? Your wedding would put theirs to shame. Erwin goes ALL OUT.

The venue? A literal castle. How did he manage to book and afford a castle? Don’t question it.

Your wedding dress doesn’t have a budget. Seriously, your wedding is crazy expensive--and straight out of a fairy tale.

You’re pretty sure Levi made himself the best man--and Erwin was fine with it.

Is super excited on the day of the wedding. He knows it’s going to be perfect; he got his eyebrows done just for the occasion.

When you walk down that isle his smile is SO BRIGHT. he is SHINING.

Yeah, those wedding rings? Imported from Italy, plastered with giant, real, diamonds. You will never be able to say Erwin doesn’t spoil you.

Pretty chill wedding, nothing’s too rowdy and everyone’s still having a good time.

Whispers sweet nothings and tells you how happy he is the whole night. He can’t go five minutes without saying, “I love you.”

Just TRY to get him to stop holding your hand; he won’t.

Erwin is so good at slow-dancing??? And he’s so careful with you, too. 100% the one in the lead, but he’s spinning and dipping you so sweetly. Not to mention the way he’s looking at you...

He’s a serious guy a lot of the time, but I honest to god believe in the sweetest way possible, you would genuinely have a really fun time fast-pace dancing with him. You would both be laughing at each other’s moves.

Majority of the speeches are super nice. Hange tried to get Levi to say something, brought him up to the stage and....he starred at the crowd for a couple awkward seconds, then walked off. He conveyed his message through his eyes, I guess?

The wedding is so long you weren’t sure it was ever going to end...

Hotel? Nah he booked that castle, that’s where you’re spending the night...

NSFW below !

You’re fucking in the king bed tonight baby, literally.

Pays attention to your needs/wants the WHOLE NIGHT. Seriously, he’s a soft dom, and makes sure you’re more than satisfied.

Tons of body worship?? He’s so sweet and careful with you.

Erwin secretly really, really wants to give you his babies and start a family with you on the honeymoon. If you’re willing, he will make sure he gets you pregnant; you’re getting no sleep.

After you’re done, he will run you two a bath and clean you off. He adds in a little bonus massage, too.

When you get in bed, he pets your head, cuddling you until you fall asleep. You could’ve sworn you saw him smiling before you drifted off to sleep.

𝕵𝖊𝖆𝖓 𝕶𝖎𝖗𝖘𝖈𝖍𝖙𝖊𝖎𝖓 ~

Jean would definitely help you plan the wedding--he values romance a lot, so having the perfect wedding for him and you, is important. He also doesn’t want to put all the weight on you.

Brags to his friends that he’s getting married--they all get tired of hearing about it.

Normal sized wedding--not too many, but not small, either. Lots of family and friends.

The venue is at a barn. Yes, he picked a barn. it’s a nice venue, too; the only problem is that he’s not going to be able to escape those horse jokes.

Marco is chosen as the best man--and when Connie hears about it, he sulks for a few days. He gets over it eventually, though.

He’s kind of nervous the day of--but Marco reassures him and teaches his some deep-breathing techniques.

Keeps his cool until he goes to stand at the alter--and then he’s in full-blown panic mode. “What if I can’t make her happy?” “What if she runs away with Eren?” meanwhile, Eren is standing right there with the other groomsmen, like “wtf?”

When you walk down the isle--he’s super overwhelmed. He feels a huge sense of relief you didn’t ditch him and run away, but also metaphorically hit by a semi-truck of emotions since he realized he’s ACTUALLY getting married. There’s a little bit of happy crying.

His mom picked out your wedding rings; you only find out when she brags about it--and Jean yells at her for telling you.

His wedding gift to you is a giant portrait he drew of you--and on the back, there’s a message in French. He won’t tell you what it says, but you’re pretty sure it’s an oath to love and protect you ‘till the day he dies.

He does pretty well slow-dancing. His mom also mentions he begged her to practice with him so he didn’t mess up.

He’s a little worried about making himself look like a fool dancing in front of you--but for you, he does it anyways; You both laugh your asses off and have a lot of fun.

The speeches make Jean look like he wants to drop dead from embarrassment. He’s not sure what’s worse--Connie and Sasha doing karaoke, Eren making horse jokes, or his mom telling all of his embarrassing baby stories.

After everyone leaves, Jean takes you to look at the animals before you leave, too.

NSFW below !

 As for honeymoon sex; you better not make a horse joke, otherwise you’re getting laid in that fucking barn. Maybe. He threatens that, but you know he wouldn’t want to have sex there on your wedding night. He’s 100% down for another time, though.

A mix of rough and sweet at the same time--he does the right things at the right times.

Is a lot more passionate and soft than usual--very careful with your body, and makes sure to really take everything in; He wants to remember the night for as long as he lives.

Immaculate aftercare; and on top of that, he lets you fall asleep in his arms, occasionally kissing your forehead.

Bonus: he sings you to sleep.

𝕷𝖊𝖛𝖎 𝕬𝖈𝖐𝖊𝖗𝖒𝖆𝖓 ~

Lets you plan the wedding, but looks it over and makes sure there’s nothing too crazy happening. He, somehow, is worried you’re going to plan a circus or something else ridiculous to show up.

No one knows you’re getting married until the envelopes are mailed to family and friends. In fact, some people didn’t even know you were together.

Pretty small wedding, it’s mostly people who are very close to you two. It has a very homey-feel.

The venue HAS to be indoors. Levi thinks an outdoor wedding is unsanitary--so you end up getting married in a banquet hall.

Erwin is 1000% the best man. You don’t even have to ask, you already know it’s going to be Erwin.

Is literally shaking and sweating his ass off he’s so nervous the day of the wedding--if anyone asks, though, he swears he is fine. Has no idea it’s completely obvious he’s on the verge of absolutely freaking out.

Erwin and Hange try to get him to relax--but he continues to deny that he is in fact, NOT calm.

When you walk down the isle and he makes eye contact with you--his brain short-circuits. His mind literally stops working and is constantly repeating, “p...p...pre....pretty..” the whole damn time.

Mentally saves the image of you in your dress/suit to use as his motivation to always come home to you.

Tries to remain expressionless, but is literally tomato-red and on the verge of crying; he never thought he’d be able to find happiness--it feels like everything is finally going to be okay. Erwin is smiling like a proud dad, and Hange is trying to suppress their amazement that the dude’s showing emotion.

Your wedding rings are fairly plain--but on the inside of the bands, both of your names are etched.

He won’t read the vows out loud, he simply hands you a letter and tells you to read it another time.

When the time comes to kiss--Levi literally hides behind you and shyly pulls you in. The view the audience gets is your back--and they aren’t sure whether to clap or not.

Your wedding gift to him was a giant assortment of different teas--and he genuinely seemed really excited to try them. He didn’t realize it, but when he mentioned tasting them, he said, “with you” at the end.

Has no idea how to slow dance. Erwin tried to help him, but it didn’t do much, so you teach him on the spot. Your first dance, he concentrates really hard on not messing up, eyebrows furrowed and all.

Doesn’t know how to dance fast-pace either, in fact, he’s pretty confused. You have to grab the man and force him out of his comfort zone, spinning him and all. Hange and the Survey Corp members are laughing their ass off at his bewildered face.

The speeches went pretty well--except for when Hange didn’t stop talking; Levi threatened to force them off the stage, and you don’t think he was joking.

The wedding was fairly short--but only because Levi rushed everyone home; he just wanted to drag you off and keep you to himself for the rest of the day.

After the wedding, he takes you to a spot nearby to watch the sunset. He has a soft smile, and you can tell he’s genuinely happy.

You take HIM back to the hotel--he would’ve been fine staying there just a little longer, in the peace of it all.

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You’re literally taking his virginity. He saved himself for marriage; he wanted to make sure he gave himself to the right person.

Very nervous--and kind of insecure, too. He isn’t sure what you’ll think of him, and he’s worried about you seeing his scars. He STILL isn’t completely convinced you really want him.

Lots of body worship and reassuring him; he melts at your touch.

Once he gets comfortable and into it, he repeats “I love you” a lot.

He doesn’t last very long...but keeps going until you get off, too. He’s still a little confused by everything, so you have to teach him.

He’s half asleep after cumming--but still insists the two of you need to get in the shower.

Was too tired to stand, so you took a bath together instead. He falls asleep, leaning on you, when you massage his head.

You end up being unable to wake him up--the man is dead tired from not only sleep deprivation, the long day, but also his first time.

You can’t get him out of the bathtub, either--he’s too bulky to lift. You expected him to be much lighter due to his height, but his muscle makes him a lot more heavy.

Hange and Erwin have to be called to haul his ass--naked--out of the tub and into the bed. Hange is of no help since they’re laughing so hard--and Erwin is helping, but trying so hard not to break face and laugh too.

After they leave, you cover him up and cuddle into his frame; you could swear you heard a quiet, “thank you.”

[bastillewolf]

Shinigami Eyes (II)

Pairing: Corpse Husband / Reader

Summary: After you distastefully kill Corpse in a game of Among Us, he wants you to make it up to him and invites you to come over for the week.

Notes: Thank you so much for the love on the previous chapter, I’ve never gotten this many notes before. I hope you enjoy, and maybe leave an ask if you want to? I can’t promise I have time to do them, but I’ll pick out a couple.

Also, I might rewrite this. I kinda rushed it because I wanted to finish it by tonight, but there will be a final and third chapter to this afterwards. Please do let me know what you think.

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Shinigami Eyes - Pt. II

5… 4… 3… 2… 1…

Impostor

You were teamed up with Sean.

Your fist violently slammed down on the desk. “Goddammit! I don’t want to be impostor anymore! This game has no compassion for my poor nerves.” It was the third time in a row now, and you were really craving to do normal tasks now without all the scheming. “Fuck it, I don’t care if they kill me. I’m just gonna do my thing without thinking about it.”

You decide to follow Toast for a bit to watch him do some task. You kill him in Laboratory. You vent back to Launchpad and take your time walking towards MedBay while the kill button restores. You meet up with Corpse, and follow him while pretending to do wires in the Y-hallway. You watched the green bar go up, and continued. Sabotaging and then fixing lights, you made sure your place with Corpse was settled. Then the body of Lily was reported.

As you expected, Corpse easily vouched for you as he’d seen you do a task. The round was skipped, though Rae was sussed for ‘chasing’ Sean, by his own words.

“Corpse, you’ve grown weak,” you muttered to chat.

You were in Greenhouse, and decided it would be best to kill him there and sabotage Reactor. “Sorry baby, but I can’t keep following you around.” You quickly set off Reactor and murdered him in front of the plants. “Your blood shall keep the plants hydrated.” You did an evil laugh. “Pretty sure that’s not how it works, though.”

You vented down to MedBay and as you walked out you met up with Rae. She’d be the vouch who would confirm you weren’t anywhere near Greenhouse. “I’ll just have to fix my own sabotage so they’ll never suspect me.” You helped her with the handprint, and noted Sykkuno and Felix being there. Sean sabotaged lights, you killed Sykkuno, and ran out to follow Lily into Laboratory. Felix reported the body.

“Holy shit,” Rae gasped. So far, five people had died. You only needed to kill one more person. “It was Felix!”

“Wait, what?” the man in question asked. “I was fixing Reactor!”

She mentioned that only you, Sykkuno, Felix and herself had been there and that you’d helped her do handprint. “Sykkuno must have fixed it, and then you killed him!”

Sean asked if you’d seen anything.

“No, the lights were out. I followed Rae into Laboratory after the scan.” Your voice didn’t tremble or raise, a tactic you’d taken up from the best lair in the group. Well, the one who was now dead. Oops. “I haven’t seen Felix this entire game, though.”

He was evidently at a loss for words, so the group was quick to vote for him.

Pewds was ejected.

Victory.

You thanked Sean for a good game who was laughing his ass off. “I can’t believe you did Corpse like that! Poor guy!”

“I deadass thought you were innocent,” Corpse replied, “I’m hurt.”

“Why do you still sound dark and menacing when you say something like that?!”

You agreed with Sean heartily, “He’s just salty I’ve bested him at his own game.”

“Hey now, no need to actually insult me.”

The group laughed. You decided to call it for the night, right before Corpse did the same.”

 ***

He was calling you again. “What is it this time, you salty?”

“Salty? Nah, never,” he said, but you weren’t convinced.

“Then why you calling?”

“What, I can’t call my friends after playing a nice round of Among Us?”

“Not when you lost the game and you call the person who you lost to. Kinda sus, dude.”

“Alright, maybe a little salty.” You smirked.

“Aw, you need me to make it up to you?”

He laughed. “What did you have in mind?”

A bunch of thoughts, most not rated PG-13, crossed your mind. You were suddenly starting to feel uncomfortable. This was probably just something innocent, which got twisted in your fucked-up mind. You shrugged, “Uh… I don’t know.”

“I got an idea.”

“What is it?”

“Come over this week. You said you needed a break, right?”

“That sounds more like you’re doing me a favour instead of me making it up to you.”

“I don’t have any friends. You’d be making it up to me by being the first physical person here in years. I usually don’t invite people over.”

“Wow, I’m flattered. So, you don’t consider me to be your friend after all?”

“You know that’s not what I meant,” he chuckled.

“Sure, sure. Tell me that again when my presence suddenly brightens your life making you not want to get rid of me, ever.”

“I’ll keep it in mind.”

 ***

You walk through the gates following a hoard of people, all the while still feeling drowsy from not getting any sleep during your flight. At least you didn’t have any turbulence and landed safely. Glancing around here and there with no result, you figured Corpse would be waiting outside, until you spotted a figure clad in black a little ends away by the escalator. You were glad you were still awake enough to have found him, because he appeared to silently linger halfway behind a fern.

At least, you hoped it was him. The only indications were his clothes, mask and dark hair. You saw him run a hand through it, and identified the chipped black nail polish and familiar rings. Oh yea, that was him alright.

He seemed to be paying more attention to the floor until he saw two feet appear in his line of sight. “Hey,” you awkwardly greeted. A bit taken a back, he replied, “Oh, wow. Hey.” A mask was covering the bottom of his face, but as far as you could see his eyes were a very dark shade.

“Wow?” you repeated. He chuckled, scratching the back of his head. “Yea, sorry. It’s a compliment.” You held your elbow out in a safe-distance gestured hello, but he shrugged you off. “You’re gonna be staying with me anyways.” Suddenly in a daze, you felt him wrap his arms around your waist and instantly hugged him back. His baggy sweater felt warm and soft to the touch, and strands of hair tickled your face. You very much tried to repress your smile and blush, but how could you? Hugging someone wasn’t supposed to feel this good. When he pulled back he reached down to take your suitcase from you. “I don’t own a car, is it okay if we take a cab?”

“Y-Yeah, of course,” you stuttered, “But it’s on me. Same with food and stuff.” “Don’t worry about it,” he chuckled. “No, you’re letting me stay with you and a hotel would’ve been a lot more expensive than this. It’s my treat.” “Yeah, we’ll see.” He gave you a look and even with the mask you could tell he was smirking underneath it.

It’s about half an hour drive to his apartment complex, and it’s rather nice. “All that YouTube money paying off, huh?” you asked in amusement. “You’d know,” he replied. You insisted on carrying your suitcase up the stairs yourself, which he silently shook his head at, until after a few flights he noticed you struggling and settled on carrying the thing in between the two of you. “How many clothes did you bring?” “Oh, it’s mostly filled with bricks I might need to throw at your head.” He laughed at that.

His apartment was simple, but cosy. “Home sweet home,” he said, almost sarcastically. You furrowed your brow at him. “I’m sure you could’ve had it a lot worse.” He reluctantly agreed.

He helped you set down your luggage in what appeared to be his bedroom, where the curtains were still closed and the black bedsheets fresh. He had a few pieces of fanart up on his wall, and some on his closet. You turned to him and gave him a look. “You’re not sleeping on the couch.”

He quickly shook his head, “You’re not sleeping there. If you won’t let me sleep on the couch I’ll sleep on the floor.”

“If you’re sleeping on the floor, I’m sleeping on the floor.”

“Yeah, we’ll see about that,” he murmured. “What?” “Nothing.”

He suggested playing video games as you were both too tired to do anything else. You’d landed quite late yet were still confused about what time it actually was. Flying is weird. You hopped onto his couch and grabbed a controller.

He sat down next to you, but suddenly seemed tenser than before.

“You okay? You can just go to sleep if you want to.”

He shook his head, “Nah, I don’t sleep a lot. It’s fine.”

You didn’t stop looking at him, though. He was still wearing that mask. “You don’t have to take it off, if you don’t want to. I understand if it makes you uncomfortable.”

“It’s not that, I just…” He took a deep breath. You hadn’t expected him to take it off then and there. You stared at him, your mouth slightly agape, controller barely held by your numb hands.

“Disappointed?”

It was as if he was expecting you to make a face or something, but you didn’t give him anything, except for a blatant “Nope” and an “Are we gonna play now or what?”

“You don’t have anything else to say?”

You shrugged, and looked him up and down again. “You’re kind of what I imagined you to be.”

“What’s that?”

“Handsome.”

Neither of you could stop smiling for the rest of the night.

You eventually forced him to sleep in his own bed, even going as far as to shove him into the room and keep your weight against the door so he couldn’t get out, so he eventually relented. “Inviting you here was a mistake.” “How come? All I’ve done so far is look after you!” “You’re a nightmare.”

You mostly stayed in for the week, which you didn’t mind at all. Being in such a closed-off environment with someone you got along with was nice. He attempted to get you to lift the weights in his room and succeeded for around fifteen minutes until you nearly dropped a dumbbell on your foot. You ordered take-out from his favourite restaurant, watched horror movies until you adapted to his sleeping schedule because you were too scared to close your eyes now, and even streamed a bit together with your friends.

“Wait, is Corpse with you?” Rae had asked.

“No, I’m at Corpse’s. He’s sitting across from me so I can’t see his screen but we’re gonna have to share the Discord unless you want to hear an echo.”

“Ah, man! You got to see his face, too?” Sykkuno whined.

“Stop simping, Sykkuno. You get enough attention from him already.”

“Don’t worry, I still love you,” Corpse said.

“Huh?”

It was probably a good thing that you got teamed up again, because you could indeed start to see his hands shaking right as the word ‘impostor’ appeared on the screen. You reached over and stroked it with your thumb. He smiled gratefully back at you.

“Just please,” he pleaded later that day, “Sleep in the bed. If only for one night.”

“No. I’ve heard about and now seen your sleeping habits. If you take the couch you’re never going to get any sleep.” You made a real effort to show him how comfortable you were – even though your back had started to hurt already after the first night – by crawling underneath your blanket and rubbing your head into the soft pillow. He snorted.

Next thing, you feel yourself being lifted by an arm underneath your knees and one around your back. “Corpse! Put me the fuck down!” you shrieked. You knew he lifted weights, but how the hell did he still have the energy as an insomniac? He ungracefully dropped you onto the matrass and turned the lights off. “Good night.”

You quickly got hold of the back of his hoodie before he could leave and pulled. He fell down next to you with a low huff. “Fine, I’ll sleep in the bed. But only if you sleep here too.”

“I snore.”

“Don’t care.”

For some reason, there wasn’t any tension or awkwardness. You were comfortable, and the soft rhythm of his breathing seemed to soothe you. He called out your name, to see if you were still awake.

“Hm?”

“…Thanks for coming over.”

“Any time.”

This was how you would spend the rest of the nights, and whenever either of you woke up suddenly curled up around the other, you didn’t mention it or move away from it. It was the first time in years Corpse got a few nights of complete rest.