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Until The End (Levi x Reader)- Chapter 31

[To Continue Onward]

_____ A/N: Posted on Wattpad (@CLARE_875) but also decided to post here :)

Summary: "You can push me away, but I will still fight by you, and I will still follow you… until the end."

The ever-so-stoic Levi Ackerman has only ever known the terrors that living in a cruel world could bring. This all changed one fateful day when he encountered [y/n]; a girl renowned for her looks and abnormal speed. As they escape the confines of the Underground together, they soon discover that freedom doesn't come easy in a world full of Titans. As they rise through the ranks, [y/n] becomes known as "Humanity's Angel", a beacon of hope to humanity as she melts the walls Levi had built around his heart. However, she has her secrets too, and a dark past that might just threaten to pull them apart.

The storyline and characters of Attack on Titan do NOT belong to me, but all to Hajime Isayama; however, I do own this story, and all that occurs disparate to that storyline.

[Series Masterlist] [Chapter Thirty] <--> [Chapter Thirty-Two] _____

(Warnings: Descriptions of Injury, Blood, Death, Canonical Violence)

You gasp out, your eyes shoot open, and you feel the pounding of your heart inside your head. Your distorted vision blurs as cold harsh rain falls onto you. Your lungs constrict, and then your memories flow back to you. Panic and dread fill you, sweat consumes your body and your breathing becomes ragged as you force yourself up. Levi... You find yourself on your hands and knees groaning at every movement, feeling your warm blood trickling from your head, splattering down to your hands. You were intact, but Levi's harsh push as he forced you away along with the blast of the Thunder Spear had caused a great impact on your body. You shook your head, as tears started to fill your eyes, biting your lip to prevent a shout of pain, as you unsteadily forced yourself to move. 

You crawled forward as mud seeped through your clothes and the mere wind threatened to push you back down. Your still-contorted vision fought the darkness that taunted your consciousness. Pain rippled from your chest, soaking into your muscles and burns that seared against the constant rain, but you still forced yourself onward. Your injuries would heal in good time... it was the least of your worries. But if you stopped now, you would never forgive yourself. You pushed on and on, looking up only to see the smoke that still lingered from the piles of wood that now replaced the cart. Your eyes moved. Your heart thrummed. You froze at the sight of two familiar forms burnt and silent, lying on the ground.

[h/n]... 

You let out a cry of agony as you forced yourself to your feet and stumbled to your horse that lay motionlessly next to Levi's. You find yourself falling once again but you move to her side. Her white mane is charred, her blood trickling and tinting the brown of her hair, usually wide and excited eyes half closed. ‘No...’ You shake your head as tears now pour from your eyes looking to your horse, to your comrade, to your best friend. She had been with you since the beginning, been there through all your losses, a constant comforting presence... now lost to you. ‘No... no no no no...’ "[H/N]!!" You yell out as you go to shake her withered form, see if somehow, she is alive, but you know better. You cried out as your voice started to crack at the unbelievable grief that tore through your heart. "[h/n]..." Your tears flowed as shaky hands raked through the remnants of her mane, you so lost in your grief. 

‘Please no... not her.’ 

You have lost your family, you have lost Furlan and Isabel, your squad, Sasha, Erwin, countless comrades, and now [h/n]. Your eyes then travel to Levi’s horse and you were filled with such loss you could not speak of it. Bobby… You remember the joy and the time spent on your horses side-by-side. The laughter of your special operations squad as you announced proudly that you had named Levi’s horse. Your wedding as they lay in the shade looking to you being vowed to the man you loved. Every mission and every trial without fail they had lived and they had been loyal; they had been your friend.

You just can't take anymore.

As you finally release your hold on [h/n] for the last time, your dull eyes move slowly across the drenched terrain around you. You know you should be overcome with anticipation with the want to find your husband, the only person who had been strong enough to overcome these losses with you... the only one strong enough to stay by your side. But you realise with a sinking feeling in your heart, that you're scared. No... You're terrified of what you might find. Because if he is lost to you... you would lose yourself too. You wouldn't be able to overcome this. You're scared to be left alone, you want to die, you want to run away. But inadvertently your eyes choose to find him anyway. They choose to find your love, your lifeline... but the sinking feeling in your heart only deepens, only makes you want to vomit and die more. 

Levi... your Levi lies lifelessly in a pool of his own blood. 

Wood impales the increments of his face. There is a long gash that runs from his left eye to his lips. The index and middle fingers of his right hand were torn off. And he lay unmoving, eyes slightly open, vulnerable and seemingly dead on his back. "Levi..." Your words are like a breath in the wind, so gentle, yet you feel the agony of your whole world collapsing on you. You move forward and unsteady on your feet, you rush, almost running to the man. You can't breathe. Your eyes are drowning in itself, and you let out cries that contort into shouts of despair. When you finally reach him, your shaky hands reach out to cradle his form, so heart-shatteringly fragile; so unlike him. Your fingers tremble as you fight the fear that gnaws at your chest and your tearful eyes glance to the man before reaching for his neck, checking his pulse. You take a deep breath as you squeeze your eyes shut. 

‘Please...’

There is one terrifying moment, where you feel nothing. But finally, you feel it. The weak thrumming of his heart. He was alive. You cry out in relief holding him as gently as possible but also so desperately against you. You look at the man, your tears mingling with the blood on his face. You wince at the way his eyes, which usually look so warmly to you, are dull, one of them blatantly lost to the brunt of his injuries. You cringe at the deep cut that is ingrained on his lips, which were so soft and warm whenever they touched yours. You glance to his side and see the loss of two of his fingers, so gentle whenever they caressed your face. You see the shine of his ring on the same hand, drenched in blood. ‘Why...’ You think back to the moment he pushed you away, he had used the last of his Ackerman strength in that moment, saving you from injury, despite him knowing you would heal. ‘Levi... you should've saved yourself…’ 

You take your cape off of your shoulders. The rain still pours while you gently wrap the material around his face. Your own pain had slightly subsided thanks to the powers that come from the [l/n] clan. You had to treat him quickly, or your relief would turn into grief; his life was already fragile and barely before death’s boundary. You use all your strength within you, all of the adrenaline that still pumps through your body to lift him. Your muscles strain under the weight of your injuries but you ignore it. You look to your side seeing a Titan a slight distance away. It had been there the whole time, along with the absence of Zeke, but it had not attacked you. Your mind wonders slightly wondering how it had got there and where the man that had ultimately caused the tragic events mere hours ago had gone. You feel your rage consume you. 

‘If Levi doesn't kill him... I will.’

Your brief thoughts are interrupted by the thrumming of hooves against the wet ground. You breathe in sharply as you look up seeing a herd of horses approaching you in the distance. You notice their features, you notice their shock. It was Flock, the Jaegerists and... Hange. Your heart thrums to life once again as you move quickly. You grab a bag of supplies you had seen nearby, somehow intact while still holding Levi. The sound of hooves grow closer and your eyes dart around in panic. The Jaegerists would no doubt kill you and Levi without hesitation. The both of you were a threat to Eren's plans and their ideals. Just as you thought, the men on horses had lifted guns towards you both, some of them hesitated as they looked at your form in the distance. ‘Were they really going to shoot humanity's angel?’ But when they look at Flock's outraged expression, their gaze turns sure once more. You, however, can't afford to hesitate. 

You move as quickly as you can, saying a silent apology to Levi before running into the river in front of you. Instantly, the freezing water reaches your form, and you feel yourself being washed away by the harsh current. You hear gunshots raging yet you thank all your years of training and for once the Titan blood that flows through you, that allows you to hold on to Levi long enough, to fight the current... to maybe get to safety. Hange watches in silent despair as you and Levi disappear under the water, the men on horses running to shoot you both. They grip their hands into fists unable to do anything to help their friends, held hostage by people they used to trust. Their eyes only look up when they see the Titan that you had seen, only a short distance away, start to wither as the sun's rays finally break through the overcast day... Zeke's nude form appearing from within. 

..... 

‘That's right...’ You think to yourself as you force your hands to steady in the dim light of the fire. ‘It's simple... in and out... just like sewing... just like fixing the tears in your clothes at the end of a fight’. You can't help the tears that brim in your eyes as you stitch together Levi's wounds. You had finally removed the pieces of wood that had impaled his face, had finally finished the stitches on his cheek and were now stitching up his biggest wound: the gash that travelled through his left eye, to his lips. You winced as you stitched his once soft lips, you forced yourself to stay calm as you stitched his eye. You whine out in disdain to the still-unconscious man. "Levi..." You utter softly as stray tears leave your eyes, but finally, you finish. Tying the last knot, you sit back letting out a sigh of relief that it was finally over. You hope that all the years of treating your comrades and fixing torn clothes granted you enough skill so his face wouldn't scar too badly... or at least scar worse than it already had. 

You wipe your shaky, bloodied hands, and you gently wash Levi's face, sitting in your makeshift camp. The man lay still, buried under a blanket, as you wrapped his head with bandages, glad to see that he seemed somewhat serene, not too much in pain. You sit in silence, feeling the warmth of the fire fill you and trying not to get too lost in your thoughts... that is until you hear a familiar voice. "[y/n]..." you look up startled, only to see it was Hange standing hesitantly as they pushed past the trees and bushes that hid you. "Hange..." you muttered as you looked at them, it had been more than a month since you had seen the now-Commander. You quickly shake yourself from shock as you find yourself getting up quickly and embracing them in a hug. They stand still for a moment before returning your embrace, content just for a moment. 

..... 

Several hours had gone by and you cringe as you hear the sound of gunshots in the distance. Hange had been killing your pursuers while you had been looking after Levi. Every shot signalled the loss of a prior comrade: a Scout. Hange had told you that Zeke had been in the Titan you had seen in the aftermath of the explosion and that they had used the distraction to flee and find you both. Your eyebrows knit together in annoyance at the thought that the man had once again slipped from your reach. You caress Levi's raven locks gently. Your wounds had since healed but you knew that Levi may never be able to fight as he did, ever again. You can't help the guilt that builds within you. He had pushed you away, you hadn't been fast enough to reach him, you should've noticed earlier, you should've tried to protect him. The thoughts swirled erratically in your head and you found yourself squeezing your eyes shut, as your caresses stopped and instead you held Levi's bandaged hand gently. "I'm sorry Levi..." you whispered, more tears falling.

It felt like you hadn't stopped crying all day.  

You think to the comrades you killed the previous day due to Zeke's interventions. You think about the loss of your horse. You think of all that you have lost over all of your life. Suddenly you felt so... tired. You felt tired of fighting and running and killing and hurting. You felt tired of the loss and of the grief that builds and builds upon you. You remember all those years ago in the Underground when all you wanted was your freedom, how you had been desperate for it. You would've done anything to feel it, to know what it was like. But now you felt exhausted, like all your life you had been fighting for it and that maybe... freedom just wasn't meant to be. Now all you wanted was to fall asleep and never wake, to live with Levi in peace, to not have to worry for your life or his life. For a normal life... But again... that was impossible without freedom. Your mind whirls in your inner turmoil, of the loop that never seems to end. To fight or to not fight. To live or to die. 

"Maybe..." you whisper, still holding Levi's hand, looking at the rings on both of your ring fingers gleaming silently. "Maybe we should just run away Levi." You mutter softly, tears dripping onto your entwined hands. "We could do it you know... I know we could. It could be just the two of us... We wouldn't have to fight anymore..." Your voice was weak and almost pleading, but it was barely discernible over the crackling of the fire. "Would that be so bad... would it be so terrible to ask..." You suddenly flinch when the world around you seems to fade away for just one moment. Suddenly sand is what's underneath you, suddenly a white glow rises in the distance and what encircles you is the sight of an infinite, starry sky. Then you hear a voice you haven't heard in a long time... it was Eren. 

“Hear me, Subjects of Ymir.”

“My name is Eren Jaeger.”

“I’m using the Founding Titan’s power to address all Subjects of Ymir. I’ve undone the hardening of Paradis Island’s walls and the Titans buried within have begun their march. My goal is to protect the people of Paradis Island, the place I was born. However, the world wants to exterminate my people and not just me on the island. They will not stop until every last Subject of Ymir is dead.”

“I refuse to let them.”

“The Wall Titans will trample every inch of the world beyond this island… until every last life beyond our shores is wiped out.”

You flinch once again when you find yourself back at your campsite. Your breath comes startling back to you as you configure what the words of your prior subordinate mean. “Eren… what’ve you done…”

He had succeeded.

Eren had begun the rumbling afterall.

 You startle again when feel the gentle squeeze of a hand against yours.

"[y/n]..." Your eyes dart back to the man you had been looking after, to the man that you loved. You watch as he goes to sit up and you gently push him back down despite the pure shock at seeing him awake so quickly. "L-Levi... Wait, lie down." You say voice slightly shaky as he follows your words, too tired to retort, you watching as he falls back into his temporary bed. A brief silence takes over and you see Levi's one eye look at you, the same worry glistening in his iris and your shock suddenly subsides as more tears fall onto your face. You gently grip his hand once more, as you look down. "I'm s-so glad you're okay," you whisper as he watches you silently cry. He had never seen such a broken look on your face, such agony and relief and tiredness; such a loss of your composure. 

Levi feels his heartbreak at your blatant pain. He had heard every word you muttered to him the past hour. Your guilt and your pleas, your want to run away. He felt for the hundredth time his own loath for the world, his hatred for himself that he could not give you the normal life you so deserved. He would give you anything and everything. But he could not provide the one thing you had been searching for, the one thing you wanted... the one thing he wanted to give to you. Your freedom... your happiness... a simple life shared with you. You struggle to calm yourself but Levi speaks up once again gently. "[y/n]... look at me." He mutters out, quietly but almost desperately. After all, he thought that he might never see you again too. The unbelievable fear that gripped him when he saw Zeke move wildly, the surge of strength he forced on himself to save you, to stop you from trying to save him. It was a feeling he never wanted to feel again... and yet he found himself in the same situation so many times.

So many times he had almost lost you. 

You hear his quiet plea, and what could you do but obey your husband when he was on the brink of death mere hours ago? You look up and are surprised when he looks at you almost calmly, warmly and full of relief. You didn't know what you thought you would see, maybe anger at letting Zeke get away, maybe irritation at you getting in his way, maybe bitterness at your want to run away. But all you found was his loving gaze on you. He lifted his hand, gently wiping your tears as you moved closer to his side before you saw his eyebrows furrow in almost remorse. "What happened... after..." You knew what he was asking and so you interrupted him. "I- I brought you here... Hange followed us here too... they said Zeke and the Jaegerists left for Shiganshina... it's been half a day since then." You watch as Levi freezes at your words and you try to continue, "Levi... I'm sorr-" 

"I'm sorry..." Levi muttered, interrupting you. You froze not knowing what he of all people had to apologize for, but he continued in your silence. "He was fully prepared to die... and I didn't see it... I put you in danger... He got away..." You shake your head about to retort but he keeps going before you can. "I'm also sorry... [y/n]... because we can't run." Some more tears fall but you keep looking at the man who continues to wipe your tears, clear remorse and guilt in his eyes for not being able to abide by your pleas no matter how much he wanted to. No matter how desperately he wanted to take you away, to take your pain away; to hide you from the world in his embrace. ‘If we run and hide, what will be left?’  You force yourself to smile regrettably to him, trying to ease the turmoil you see in his grey eye. "I know..." You whisper, gripping onto his injured hand. 

"[y/n]!! Levi?!?!"

You turn at the sound of Hange re-entering your campsite seemingly having rid of all of your pursuers. Levi freezes at their presence but doesn't let go of your hand as Hange shakes off her surprise and turns to you both. "Did you see? Eren's-" You interrupt them with a nod. "I know, we both saw what he was planning... what he had already started." Levi's eye looks past you both before he spots the sled-like structure you and Hange had built while he was unconscious. "What... are you building? You gonna pull me on that... with a horse?" Hange and you follow his eyesight to the sled you had built from the remnants of the destroyed wagon that you both had tried to salvage. Hange nodded. 

You can't stay out of the action. 

You had to fight with him. 

Until the end. 

..... 

You found yourself in front of the supposed enemy, unarmed. Never would you have thought that you would willingly put yourselves in this position, but with the continuous pounding of the Earth as hundreds upon hundreds of large steaming Titans walked to God-knows-where in the distance, you realised your enemy might now be the enemy of your enemy: Eren. Pieck Finger, also known as the Cart Titan, and Theo Magath, a general of the Marleyan Enemy eyed the three of you wearily and for good reason. Magath pointed his gun distrustfully and you could feel Pieck's burning gaze on you, but you couldn't blame her after killing her comrades during your raid on Marley... but then again, hadn't she killed your comrades too? 

"My goal... is to kill Zeke." 

You hear Levi's raspy voice reach the air. He had been lying on your makeshift sled that Hange's horse had pulled, but he was now sat up, a deadly spark in his right eye. "Looks like our interests align, Theo Magath... Pieck Finger." The enemy tenses at his words, the thrumming of the ground filling the silence, until Magath speaks up looking to your husband. "Levi Ackerman. It seems you can stand up to one of the Nine, but... How do you plan on dodging a bullet like that?" Magath's hold on his gun doesn't waver as he aims at Levi's head and you find yourself moving forward protectively. Magath's eyes flicker to yours quickly as he frowns. "[y/n]... Humanity's angel... tell me, how does that name hold up now, amid this hell." Your frown mimics the man in front of you as you grit your teeth in disdain. "We didn't come to argue," you say darkly, eyeing the man sharply and ignoring Pieck's keen eyes.  

"We're unarmed, vulnerable, but we still came before you in this sad state," you say sharply. "Whether you shoot or listen is up to you." A stretch of tense silence fills the air once more until you see Magath point his gun away and turn to Levi with an unreadable emotion in his eyes. "Then Levi... I'll ask this first: You say you'll kill Zeke, but where is he now?" Hange moves forward abruptly answering for him. "Zeke's probably being held by Eren to make use of his royal blood. No... By the Founding Titan." Suddenly a new voice fills the air, it's Pieck. "It seems the Titan expert Hange knows everything- even more than Marley." Her voice is emotionless as she finally turns her gaze from you to the Commander. "Have you seen the Founding Titan?" 

"I know it's so humungous that it seems like nothing can be done, so... We've got no other choice. We've gotta put our powers together." Hange eyes glisten sharply with determination, their fists clenching harshly with their words. 

Work together... to stop Eren. 

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[Chapter Thirty] <--> [Chapter Thirty-Two]

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[polkadotsunshine]

of the wild things that happen in True Colors, one of my favorites has been andrias’s A.T. field.

i choose to interpret this as an in-universe real fucking Absolute Territory Field. this is not a dune shield or newtopian tech. this is a barrier manifested by his soul. in evangelion (spoilers btw!) we learn that all life generates its own A.T. field. these fields are the boundaries that separate individuals from each other, in both a physical and metaphysical sense.

angels are special in that their A.T. fields are so strong they are visible and can be used for supernatural physical feats. so why do i believe andrias can do this?

at various points in the story, the protagonists of evangelion try to form close relationships but they only end up hurting each other. as a response to this trauma they shut themselves off from the world. each character does this through different means, but they all find a way to avoid making close relationships again. they put up emotional walls and though these barriers are not physical they are no less strong. this insight is key; as it turns out, A.T. fields are formed by an individual’s fear of being hurt by others.

“Hedgehogs have a hard time sharing warmth with other hedgehogs. The closer they get, the more they hurt each other with their quills. People are also like that. I think some part of Shinji is afraid to take that risk because he's afraid of being hurt.”

andrias has spent a thousand years trying and failing to forget leif. because she was such a close friend, losing her hurt so much more. he has spent a thousand years in self imposed solitude, grieving over her betrayal. his life has been defined from his isolation; it’s no wonder it’s manifested physically. it’s no wonder that andrias has an in-universe real fucking Absolute Territory Field.

“That's the thing about friends, isn't it? The more you love them, the more it hurts when they go.”

now let’s understand how anne overcomes this supernatural defense.

anne has been betrayed by sasha, marcy - even hop pop - and yet she will not let them go. she chooses to fight to restore her friendships, often literally. while andrias has long since given up, anne accepts that the joy of connecting with others comes at the risk of betrayal and abandonment. to her, it is a happiness worth the pain.

“It's not easy. Forgiveness is hard. And it can take time. But believe me... it's worth it”

anne weilds the power of the heart. she reconnects to the stone and undergoes her transformation with one goal in mind. her strength is fueled by an undying motivation to keep her friends. she channels the calamity gem with a simple mantra:

“Give him back.”

while andrias accepted the loss of his friends as irreversible, anne refuses this fate. this is the essence of anne’s conflict with andrias. in their final battle during All In, anne confronts andrias’s philosophy; the fight is more psychological than physical. after all, tritonio says, "an honest dialogue is more powerful than any weapon.”

“So what? I'm supposed to give up? Stop feeling things? Like you? Honestly, I pity you! You shut yourself off from the rest of the world, didn't you? A thousand years of suffering. Of burying your feelings. Of hating yourself. That must have been hard.”

after all these years; anne’s spirit, marcy’s friendship, and leif’s letter change andrias’s mind. he finally opens himself up to others. his A.T. field goes down. he's vulnerable.

“So I'm begging you, my dearest friend, don't close yourself off. Open your heart, and follow it.”

however, back in True Colors, andrias is more closed off than ever. he backstabs the first friend he’s had in a thousand years. in his mind, there’s no going back from here. anne cannot defeat him with a change of heart; not yet. she must overcome the shield with force, though that’s easier said than done.

you see, in evangelion, only one thing is strong enough to break through an A.T. field: another A.T. field.

so how can anne have such a strong A.T. field if she is philosophically opposite to andrias? here lies the foundation of evangelion; accepting your boundary between others is a necessary part of life. when A.T. fields cease to exist, people cannot exist because they are indistinguishable from one another.

in the end, shinji realizes that he would rather struggle to understand others than to simply not exist in a sea of souls without A.T. fields. he does this after a long journey to find happiness and self worth.

anne, like shinji, recognizes the pain of intimacy, yet chooses to fight for it anyway. the strength of her A.T. field comes from her strong sense of self. her friendship with sprig teaches her that she has value. she finally stands up for herself because she values her own self worth. her A.T. field, while not visible, shatters andrias’s defenses. her individuality is not born from the fear of others but something stronger.

"I think the reason I don't want a new look because I'm finally happy with who I see in the mirror right now. So no matter what I put on, I just wanna see the same person smiling back."

anne wins because she loves herself.

[jerzwriter]

Tobias and Casey, 2, 9, 11

Ethan and Eva, 13, 20, 24

Hey love! Thanks so much for the asks - I desperately need to spend some time with my blorbos so I appreciate them! ❤️

From this list

Tobias & Casey:

2... Who is your best friend?  Tell us about them!

I think both of them would absolutely say that they are each other's best friends because they are. I don't think all couples are best friends, no matter how much they claim to be. Being a best friend is a special level - you have to be able to tell each other anything without fear of being judged, but you know that they will also be willing to tell you the truth - even if you don't want to hear it. They should be the first person they want to call when something good or terrible happens. They have to enjoy each other's company and laugh together. This is NOT every couple, but it is Tobias and Casey.

But it's important to have other friends, too, and they both know that. For Tobias, his other best friends would be Kerry and Sasha (OCs - more about them here) and Ethan.

For Casey, it would be Sienna and Bryce. She becomes very close with Kerry, too, but always respects the boundary that she is Tobias's best friend. She'd never want to put her in a position to feel she has to choose between them.

9... Are you a spiritual person?  If yes, what do you practice?

The answer here may shock - Casey was not - at all, but Tobias was. He is the perfect way of showing we don't know who people are at their core by what you see on the outside. He wasn't a holy roller, by any means, but he absolutely had strong faith. He grew up attending the church where his paternal great-grandfather was a pastor and a civil rights leader. Church on Sunday was part of his life as a child, he even served on the children's choir (which is where we learned he had a great voice.) Did he live a pious life? Hell no. But did his faith steer him throughout his life? Yes. It did. I wrote a fic about this, Just a Little Faith. Casey was agnostic, leaning toward athiest, and didn't believe in much. But after her near death experience, falling in love with Tobias, and becoming pregnant with their child, she started to have a shift in her point of view. This is one of my favorite fics :)

11... What is your favorite type of media (TV, movie, books, etc)?  Name some specific favorites (which shows, movies, books, etc do you like)!

They kind of like all of them. LOL But they're both avid book readers. I would say that's where they find sustenance, followed by movies. TV is something they enjoy, but it's more for relaxation.

Books: They both love non-fiction most of all, and there are many James Baldwin and Bell Hooks titles amongst their favorites.

Some of Tobias's specific favorites (I'll stick to books since they played a big part in how they fell in love) : The Covenant of Water (Abraham Verghese), Dying: A Memoir (Cory Taylor), Lies My Teachers Told Me (James Loewen), The Return (Hisham Matar), and The Alchemist (Paolo Coelho)

And Casey's: I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings (Maya Angelou), All About Love (Bell Hooks), Beloved (Toni Morrison), Atonement (Ian McEwan), and The Invisible Thread (Schroff/Tresniowski).

Ethan & Eva

Man! I really have to get back to that, don't I? lol

13... You’re given an unlimited budget to build anything you want!  What do you build and where do you build it?

Ethan would build a modest but lovely home on a secluded private beach somewhere in New England. Very traditional, think shingle style, surrounded by beautiful landscaping and pure serenity.

Eva would love to have two small homes in her genealogical homelands of Greece and Cuba. Since Cuba is not a possibility at this time, she'd probably build in Puerto Rico or the Dominican Republic. In Greece, it would be on an island, but NOT Mykonos or Santorini! They'd be small, but comfortable, homey places.

20. Describe your biggest pet peeve.

Ethan - Pointless meetings - especially when he has to put up with board members and such.

Eva - Rude people.

24. What would you consider your main love language?

I would say it's quality time for both (however, I have not done the test for them, I have for E/K and T/C lol)

Thanks so much for asking! :)

[rowinablx]

Other Worlds

Co-written with @swifteforeverandalways

@atiny-angel @axelwolf8109 @epickiya722 @thebejeweledwatercat @greek-freak101 @ozzypawsbone-princeofbarkness

Summary: Alternate versions of Superman and Supergirl crash into the Emoverse (Earth-1386)

Notes: Alternate Kal El is portrayed by Tyler Hoechlin and Kara Zor El is portrayed by Sasha Calle. There is zero explanation why Derek and Kal look alike. If you have any questions @swifteforeverandalways and will happily answer

Warnings: Panic attacks, mention of torture, mention of sexual assault, a werewolf is hit while in wolf form, homophobia. Mention of incest but no actual incest

"Listen up, the Watchtower picked up two foreign figures falling from the sky and crashing near Smallville" Bruce, geared up on his Batman suit except for his mask flipped through a tablet.

"Friendly or not?" Kara asked. "Not sure yet, Starfire is looking for any wormholes just in case, Jason and Roy are ready to arrest them if needed" Diana said. Kara nodded, though she looked apprehensive.

"Could they be Kryptonian?" Clark asked. “I thought you guys were the last of the Kryptonians,” Mon-El said.

"As far as we know, Daxam was close to Krypton but a lot of you and your people survived"

“Let’s go,” Bruce said, picking up his mask. Diana readied her Invisible Jet for Oliver. "Dinah, can you and Barry watch the Tower until we get back?"

“Of course,” Dinah said with a nod. Barry whined but sat down at the computer. "Let's go" Wonder Woman grabbed Batman and flew off. Superman and Supergirl close behind them.

“So Bruce, how’s Kate been? Haven’t seen her in forever?” Kara shouted to pass the time. "She's in Chicago with her girlfriend"

"Which one?" Kara teased. "Small talk later guys" Green Arrow said. Clark and Kara landed hard.

They looked around. "Clark!" Kara yelled, running to two unconscious figures. Clark followed her.

Kara knelt down, Mon-El landing quietly by her. Clark looked at the male laying in a fetal position, fear in his face, eyes closed tightly. He tried to unravel the man.

"Clark" Kara gasped, turning the female over, the black suit she was wearing almost an exact replica of the one Kara herself was wearing, the House of El symbol on the chest.

Mon-El looked shocked. "What the hell?" Clark said.

"We need to get them to SHIELD" Kara picked the female up. Mon-El helped with the male. "He kind of looks like Jade's werewolf friend"

“He does,” Kara agreed.

-----

Kara watched over the girl, wondering who she was. They had to cut the suits off the pair, dressing them in hospital scrubs until they woke up. "What if they are from our family? Kal was so young...."

She shook her head, rubbing a hand over her face.

The girl shot awake, gasping in shock. "What the fuck?!" She ripped the medical equipment off of her, Kara and Mon-El running in. "Get away from me!"

“Whoa whoa, we’re trying to help you!” Kara said. "Oh I've been helped before sweetheart" She shook in pure anger, eyes glowing red. "Where's Kal?! I swear to Ra if you hurt him!"

“What do you know about my cousin?” Kara demanded.

"Your cousin?! My name is Kara Zor El, and I'm not going to lose him!" She shoved Kara into the nearest wall. "Kal!"

“Mon-El, run!” Kara yelled. He followed the other Kara. She listened for his heartbeat, yelling in anger. "Kal!" She bolted into an empty room, finding him sleeping in a hospital bed. "Kal, wake up"

“Why do you keep saying his name is Kal?” Mon-El called. She ignored him. Kal woke up with a groan. "Kara?" "I'm here" She whispered.

Mon-El crossed his arms against his chest, watching the scene. Kal began to panic when he saw what he was wearing. "No no no no"

“Shh, shhh,” the other Kara whispered. She hugged him close. "They won't hurt us again"

Mon-El inched towards the button to alert security. Kara sped over and grabbed him by his throat.

“Who are you! Where are we!” She yelled. She slammed him down to the ground, Kal knelt by Mon-El. "You might want to tell her, we're not always in a good mood"

Mon-El nodded hastily. "You're safe here, I swear" Kal punched the ground near Mon-El's face.

“Where are we?!” He screamed. Diana wrapped her lasso of truth around Kal's neck, pulling him to the ground. Kara grabbed Mon-El by his throat. "Let my cousin go or I'll snap his neck"

“She’s not bluffing,” Kal said. "Who are you?" The lasso glowed. "My name is Kal El, that's my cousin Kara Zor El, and if you don't let us go I will burn this fucking place to the ground" He growled.

“He’s telling the truth,” Diana said in shock. "Let me go. Now"

Diana released her lasso.

Kara threw Mon-El unceremoniously to the ground. "You're safe here, I promise"

"Shut up!" Kara screamed, activating her heat vision.

Diana pulled out her shield and jumped in front of Mon-El. The pair ran. "Superman! Supergirl!"

“Shit!” Diana yanked out her phone.

Kal and Kara ran into their counterparts. "This doesn't have to end in a fight" Clark said. "Yeah, let's be reasonable" Kara said

"Oh, this is us being reasonable" Kal said, scowling with absolute hatred. He threw a punch.

Clark caught it and tried to headbutt him. Kal shook the pain away and flew up just a bit and headbutted Clark with all his strength, knocking him to the ground.

A blade whizzed through the air, landing next to Kal. "The fuck?"

“Now, how about we all calm the fuck on down,” Jade said. "You don't know what we've been through" Kara said painfully. "We won't let you hurt us again!" Her and Kal flew off.

“Who the fuck were they?” Jade spun to look at Clark and Kara. Clark rolled onto his side. "They said their names are Kal El and Kara Zor El"

“But. But you two…..” Jade shook her head. "I'm not here to help completely but Diana called me about this" He pulled out a vial of Kryptonite. "Use this only if absolutely necessary"

Everyone looked at it. Oliver took it. "I could coat two of my arrows in it" “We aren’t killing them,” Jade said.

"Just in case" Bruce said. "They were scared" Kara said. “Which is why we shouldn’t kill them,” Jade insisted.

"I can try and track them down" Clark said. "Before they get hurt or hurt anyone"

“Do it,” Jade said. “I’ll update SHIELD.” "Thank you" Diana gripped her shoulder. Jade pulled Diana into a hug.

-----

Kara and Kal crashed near the Fortress of Solitude. They looked around. Kara ran her hand over the ice. "Home" She whispered.

Kal placed a hand on her shoulder. "Do you think Lex Luthor sent us here? We were about to crash his plane"

"If he did, I'll kill him myself" “Kal, where are we?” Kara said quietly.

"I don't know but they won't hurt us" “Those other two….the two claiming to….to be us….”

"I'll kill them too" “How….why were they claiming to be us?” "They don't deserve to even look at our house symbol"

Kara sighed and hugged him from behind. He gave her a gentle smile. "We've already been through the worst thing that could've happened to us"

"I know" Kara whimpered in pain. Kal hugged her tightly. "Maybe we should ask for their help" "Should we?'

"If we explain to them why we got scared" "Fine" They flew off. "Superman!" Kal yelled.

Clark exited, Kara following. “Are you two finally done running away?” Clark asked warily.

"We need to talk" Kara said. Kal nodded. "Follow us" "Please tell me you have our suits, we need to get out of these before I have a panic attack"

“We have them in safe keeping,” Bobbi said, walking up. Kal and Kara ran off, coming back in seconds with their black suits on. "We don't trust humans"

“Yeah well, not everyone here is human,” Clark said.

"He is" Kara pointed at Oliver. "And him too" She then pointed at Bruce. "When we came to Earth, we landed near a lab. They took us..." Kal said. "They tortured us, took our blood, cut our hair, experimented on us until we couldn't even remember what it felt like to not be in constant pain"

“Have you ever heard of the multiverse?” Bobbi asked. "It's a concept in our world" “It’s real. You aren’t on your Earth anymore.”

"Doesn't mean we have to trust you" Kal growled. "The hospital, you were acting out of fear" Mon-El said.

“You had us in an unfamiliar room!” Kal yelled. "Wearing this!" Kal ripped the scrubs. “Wow, you look even more like Derek now,” Bobbi muttered. "Who?"

“My mother-in-law’s bodyguard. He’s a werewolf.” "Your earth is weird" "Not really...."

"Just help us get back to our Earth so I can strangle Lex Luthor" “Ugh, your Earth has one too?” Clark scowled.

"And his sister, who I killed after she almost killed Kal" “God, it sounds like Lena is a bitch on every Earth,” Bobbi commented.

"You can't just kill people" Diana said. “Di, that’s what Jade does,” Bobbi laughed. Kal growled. “Who is this ‘Jade’ you speak of?” He demanded. "My wife"

“Your…..wife?” "Yup, big ol lesbian" Diana snorted. “Jade certainly is,” she mused.

"Do you not have gay people on your Earth?" Kal and Kara exchanged a look.

"We really don't care about anyone but each other" "Is anyone else getting a incest vibe?" Barry blurted out.

“Or they are just like Pietro and Wanda,” Bobbi said. Oliver smacked the back of Barry's head. "Barry" He hissed.

"Just help us get home" "Of course" Kal soaked in the sun, his strength and color in his skin returning. Jade walked up.

"You really do remind me of Derek" “The werewolf?” Kal asked. "Yeah"

Kal scowled. He flew back down in front of her. "I'm so sorry about what happened to you"

“What do you care?” "Because I care about people unless they hurt my family, I can see that's how you are with Kara"

Kal stared at Jade for a long minute. "She's my reason for living" “Yeah, I have one of those too,” Jade said softly, looking over at her wife.

"They tried to....hurt her.... sexually" Jade growled loudly at that. “Okay, what did you say to piss my wife off,” Bobbi said, walking up.

"Nope not mad at him, mad at the people who tortured them" Jade covered her eyes. Bobbi rubbed Jade’s shoulders.

"If they tried to do that to her, I'd volunteer in her place or kill them"

"I’ll help you kill all of them. Bastards who hurt people in….in that way,” Jade nearly trembled in anger.

"We already did, our powers grew strong enough, we killed everybody" “Good,” Jade said, green eyes like fire.

Clark landed with a sonic boom. "We might've found a frequency that belongs to your Earth" “What is your Earth like?” Jade asked Kal.

"Safe because we kill everyone" “Do…are there any other heroes?” "Uh, the Arrow, Frost, Blue Beetle, Bronze Tiger"

".....Arrow?" "I think his name is Roy?" “Harper? Damn, Ollie doesn’t exist in your universe,” Jade snickered. "At least my kid's still a hero!"

“What about our more New York based heroes? The Avengers and such?” Jade asked. "Who?" "What?" Kal and Kara said very confused.

“Nevermind,” Jade sighed. "We were tracking Lex Luthor because he had silver Kryptonite, if he used it on us he'd be able to control us"

“Dammit,” Clark swore before looking at Jade. “What about Outworlders? I know some kryptonites affect you guys. What about silver?” "Definitely not silver, mind shield" Jade tapped her head.

“If he tries to use it in her, I will put a bullet in his brain,” Bobbi said. Kal smirked.

“And everyone calls me the protective one,” Jade said. "You both are" Kara said, hugging her cousin.

“Do you want us to come with you guys?” Jade asked. "If he gets control of us, yes" "I’m down,” Jade grinned viscously.

-Smallville-

A black wolf bounded towards Jade, sniffling at her and then gawking at Kal.

“Yeah, I know,” Jade laughed, petting the wolf. Kal growled at the wolf, eyes turning red. The wolf growled back.

"Derek, can you turn human?" Bobbi asked, throwing a sweatshirt and sweatpants down. Derek grabbed the clothes between his teeth and trotted off.

He came back after a minute, shaking leaves out of his hair. “What the fuck?” He said, looking at Kal. ,

"I could say the same thing" Derek and Kal stared down each other. "Where's Stiles and Eli?" Derek looked over at Jade.

"They're safe with my sister, I don't trust Scott or my uncle" “Has Scott always been that whiny?” Jade asked.

"Yes" “And that’s why I don’t like men" Jade joked. "You don't like Scott" “He’s whiny.”

"I caught a scent of two Lex Luthors and Lena" Derek said. Hurt briefly crossed Kara’s face before she masked it.

"Kryptonite doesn't have a smell to it but it gave me a headache" “Could be your werewolf heritage, or perhaps because you are such an integral part of my mom’s guard,” Jade said. "Probably both"

“Where did you catch the scent?” Bobbi asked. Derek shifted, ripping the clothes and ran, Jade followed.

The others did too. Derek laid against the grass, growling quietly at Lex. "This is crazy, controlling alternate Superman and Supergirl is impossible!"

Lena crossed her arms against her chest. "I swore revenge on her and I intend to get it"

Derek snarled at that, having heard the history. His eyes turning their Alpha red.

The others stopped behind Derek. He made small growls at Jade, looking for permission.

Jade gave a slight nod. He roared and attacked one of the Lexs. The two Kara’s launched at Lena.

Kal attacked the other Lex. Jade stayed back briefly, merely watching the scene.

Barry slid to a stop by her. "Help Kal and Superman!"" She said. He nodded and ran. "Stupid dog!" Lex punched Derek. Jade pulled out a warfan and launched at that Lex. “Don’t fucking touch him!” She yelled.

Derek whined, Kal speeding over to stand protectively in front of him. Lex pulled out a pink stone and held it towards the three.

Jade snorted. “Is that pink kryptonite?” She asked.

"Yes! Why?" "That's not a lethal type of Kryptonite dumbass" Kal said. "Then what does it do?!"

“Apparently it turns people gay,” Jade snorted. "What?!" “It wouldn’t work on her anyways. She’s already a lesbo,” Lena called.

"Derek, attack Lena" Derek did so. He snarled at the lone female Luthor. "Love your dog Okaia" "He's actually an alpha werewolf bitch"

Lena punched Derek in the face. He whimpered in pain. There was the cocking of a gun before the barrel was placed against Lena’s head.

"You'd be smart to surrender. Now" Bobbi said.

Kal grabbed his Earth's Lex and snapped his neck. “You wouldn’t shoot me.”

Someone shot her in the thigh, sending her to the ground. Bobbi placed her gun back in it's place on her jacket. "I won't, his husband would though"

Stiles ran up, looking pissed. Derek whimpered in pain, Kal watching over him

“Derek!” Stiles ran to him. He knelt by the wolf and petted his head. "You gotta stop scaring the shit out of me sourwolf"

Derek barked out a laugh. "Come on" He helped him back up. Clark, meanwhile, held his Lex in a chokehold.

"Lex Luthor, you're under arrest for the illegal distribution of Kryptonite and animal abuse" Stiles said. "That thing is a werewolf!"

“And he’s also a highly valued member of the Outworld guard. Be lucky we do not inform my mother of your actions,” Jade snapped.

Derek growled and bit at him. Kal and Kara laughing at Lex's reaction. Stiles snapped handcuffs onto Lex before walking over to Lena.

"Lena Luthor, you're under arrest for illegal distribution of Kryptonite and cruelty against a supernatural creature, as well as an attack on a superhero"

“And for insulting my wife,” Bobbi grumbled. Jade hugged her side. "This is for bringing us here" Kara punched Lena.

“I trusted you, obviously that was a mistake,” Lena spat. The other Kara walked up. She gave Lena an unimpressed look.

Lena growled and aimed a gun with Kryptonite at her when she turned around but Kal jumped in front of her

“Leave her alone!” He shouted. Lena pulled the trigger, hitting him in the chest and sending him to the ground.

Bobbi pulled out her gun and shot Lena in the shoulder.

Lena cried out and collapsed. "Kal!" Kara yelled, cradling him in her arms, ripping the Kryptonite out even as it hurt her.

“Shit,” Clark swore. He ran to the pair. "I can't lose him, he's all I have left" Kara sobbed.

“What do we do?” Clark asked. Jade ran over. She pulled out a warfan. "Hold him down"

“What are you going to do to him!” Kara shouted. "Kara! You need to hold her!" Bruce ordered.

Kara grabbed the alternate her. Derek leapt over, using his paws to hold Kal down as best as he could.

Jade shot Derek a quick smile. "Kal, I'm going to cut the Kryptonite out okay? It'll hurt like a bitch but it'll save your life"

“Do it,” Kal said through gritted teeth. Kara collapsed in the other Kara's arms, sobbing quietly. Jade raised her fan and stabbed down.

Kal screamed out in pain. Derek shifted back to human, not caring that he was completely naked. He gripped Kal's wrist and took his pain away, black veils crawling up his arm.

Jade reached in, searching for the kryptonite bullet.

She found it, feeling the pain but gritting her teeth and pulling it out. "Oh that fucking hurts" Derek choked out.

Bobbi pulled out one of SHIELD’s containers, flipping it open. She picked it up and locked it inside. "Derek" Jade covered her eyes.

“Sorry,” Derek said sheepishly. "I like it!" Stiles teased. “Please shift back or get some clothes. I really don’t like seeing….that,” Jade said, making a motion to the lower half.

"Stiles, where's our kid? I'm not in a lot of pain or getting hit so now I'm gonna yell at you, where's Eli?"

Stiles rubbed the back of his head. Derek closed his eyes. "You left him with Cora"

“What?” Stiles asked innocently. "You're sleeping on the couch tonight" Derek shifted.

“Thank you,” Jade said, finally uncovering her eyes. Kara held Kal in her arms.

“So what’s going on between you two?” Barry asked, motioning between the two.

"Barry!" Dinah yelled at him. "I've seen Game of Thrones!" “Of course an alternate Kara would be sleeping with her cousin,” Lena sneered.

"Apparently you're not allowed to just be really close here" “Nah, Lena’s just a fucking bitch,” Jade said.

Clark helped Kal up. Derek nudged him with his head. "Thank you" Kal petted him. Derek nodded.

Bruce activated the portal back to their Earth. “You’re welcome to visit any time,” he told the two.

"Thank you" Kara said gratefully. Oliver handed her a device shaped like a phone. "Just press that and it'll transport you guys back here if we need help"

"How was that made?" "Mother box technology, basically we had Cyborg smash them and turn them into teleporters"

“Just call us anytime. We would be glad to help,” Jade said. "Sorry I choked you" Kara said to Mon-El.

"It's okay" Kara kissed his cheek, smiling warmly at him. Mon-El blushed. Kal glared at him. "What?"

The cousins grabbed each other's hand and jumped into the portal. The portal closed behind them.

"No more multiverse shit for the love of God!" Dinah yelled. “At least for a while,” Jade agreed.

Barry sat on the ground, looking at the stars. Kara walked over to Bruce. "Do you think there's a version of you where you didn't lose your parents?"

“Sometimes,” Bruce admitted. "Seeing them.... reminded me that Clark and I got lucky"

Bruce smiled slightly. “Thanks Kara. And I’ll make sure to let Kate know you want to hang out sometime.” Kara clapped her hands and squealed with excitement.

“I haven’t seen her in forever!” Bruce chuckled, looking at the sky.

[ncisfranchise-source]

Ahead of the NCIS franchise’s actual 1,000th episode (airing next Monday at 9/8c), CBS this Monday night served up the Entertainment Tonight special NCISverse: The First 1,000.

Hosted by ET‘s Kevin Frazier, The First 1,000 featured some new/new-ish interviews with past and present franchise cast members, a few archival Q&As and clips galore from NCIS and its assorted offshoots.

Closing out the retrospective was acknowledgment of cast members who are no longer with us (including NCIS: Los Angeles‘ Miguel Ferrer and NCIS‘ David McCallum), plus some hype for the franchise’s two upcoming offshoots: NCIS: Origins (aka the Young Gibbs prequel��series starring Austin Stowell) and the yet-to-be-titled, Europe-set Tony/Ziva series starring Michael Weatherly and Cote de Pablo.

For hardcore NCIS megafans, brand-new reveals were probably hard to come by. But for the slightly more casual fan such as myself, there were fun facts to be found. Such as….

1. Spun off of a JAG two-parter, NCIS was at first envisioned as following the Law & Order format — half investigation, half courtroom — but viewer affinity for the agents’ clue-gathering and Mark Harmon’s character led to a change in the formula.

2. We’ve heard most of these before, but always fun to ponder: Other actors whose names were bandied about for the role of Leroy Jethro Gibbs included Harrison Ford, Kevin Bacon, Brat Packer Andrew McCarthy, Alec Baldwin and Patrick Swayze, while a post-Friends Jennifer Aniston was eyed to play the replacement for Tony’s original partner, Viv Blackadder (Robyn Lively),

3. Michael Weatherly recalled that when filming his first scenes as DiNozzo, NCIS co-creator Donald P. Bellisario came up to him on-set and grumbled, “What are you doing, modeling?” Weatherly then resolved to entertain at the very least himself with a more animated performance.

4. In the Season 2 episode “Twilight,” in which Caitlin Todd (played by Sasha Alexander) is shot dead by a sniper, Michael Weatherly can be seen wincing a half-second too soon, before the “blood” squib actually explodes. (See photo above.)

5. Actual NCIS agents had never worn stitched logo caps — until TV’s NCIS came along and sparked interest, and the real-life LEOs requested official ones.

6. Diona Reasonover, who plays Kasie, had no idea that Cote de Pablo was secretly returning as Ziva in the Season 16 finale — until she watched the episode that night!

7. Though not a series regular as McGee until Season 2, Sean Murray holds the record for appearing in the most NCIS episodes: 450 (out of 464). Fun fact within a fact: Murray was originally hired as a one-off guest star, but a subsequent episode came in three minutes short and it was decided to bring the McGee character back to fill time.

8. It would take almost 30 days to watch all 1,000 NCIS franchise episodes. Without bathroom breaks!

9. For its headquarters scenes, NCIS: Sydney shoots inside an actual, old restaurant space at the Walsh Bay Wharves along Sydney Harbour.

[thatforgottenbasilisk]

fireworks (and their ashes)

CHAPTER 2

(AO3)

A woman stumbles loudly down the stairs to the Archives.

Jon involuntarily knew that she was coming long before she entered the building, which is quite a thing to get used to, but at least he can try to meet her at the bottom of the stairs rather than force her to try to communicate to someone that she needs to make a Statement.

The haggard-looking woman has the bar along the stairwell in a white-knuckled grip as she limps her way down. There's no elevator to the Archives, unfortunately, and Jon's not in much of a position to help her, either. He leans heavily on his cane and holds out his less-scarred hand for support once she gets close enough to reach it. She smiles at him in thanks, and nearly tries to talk before seemingly remembering the clean white bandages that are wrapped around her throat.

When they do, eventually, get to Jon's office, the woman tries to communicate using a few haphazard signs, and then finally resorting to pulling out her phone and beginning to type. Jon holds up a single hand, unobtrusively enough that it takes her a moment to notice it, and she stops typing and looks up at him.

"Are you here to make a Statement?" Jon asks, and the woman nods slightly before wincing. The wound must be quite recent, then, considering that even that small movement causes that much pain.

Jon digs through his desk drawers for a moment, having nearly forgotten which drawer the empty Statement forms were stored in, but he eventually finds them and puts one in front of her, along with a pen. Then, he pulls out another file that he's supposed to be doing follow-up on- though he's only doing work at all so the woman can make her Statement in peace without him staring creepily at her the entire time- and sets about doing a bit of background research on his computer. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees her begin to fill out the form.

Statement of Eleanor Greene, regarding the man who tried to kill her. Statement given and recorded 6th March, 2018. Audio recording by Jonathan Sims, Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute, London. Statement begins.

I thank God every day for my daughter.

She's a miracle baby, because she somehow managed to be conceived despite multiple forms of birth control, but I don't love her any less for it. I won't pretend it wasn't difficult to raise her alone, but we've managed, and she is quite possibly the best thing that's happened to me. I've thanked God for her for years, because I'd never known just how fulfilling it would be to become a parent.

Recently, I also began to thank Him for leading me to name her Sasha. I don't think I would still be alive if I'd named her anything else.

It was only a week ago that I nearly died, and just two days since I was released from the hospital. It seems so strange to me now, to be in my own house with this injury, almost like I'd been imagining that going back home would magically reverse this and fix me entirely. That's not how this works, though, I know that, but it still feels so odd, odder still to live in my own house and know, truly, that there are demons that walk this Earth with the rest of us.

How else would I describe them? The scarred man and the devil woman whispering in his ear, both of them demons, or else vengeful angels here for the rapture- but I highly doubt there was anything holy about them.

The scariest thing, despite everything else that they did, despite everything else that I'm going to be telling you, is that neither of them looked anything out of the ordinary. The man had long-ish hair, just past his shoulders, I'd say, while the woman had hers buzzed short. They wore casual street clothes. The only truly distinctive parts of either of their appearances was the intricate-looking tattoo that could just barely be seen on the man's wrist, poking out of the sleeve of his coat, but I wouldn't have looked at either of them twice under normal circumstances.

The man was smoking a cigarette while leaning against a wall, somewhat ahead of where I was walking. The woman was leaning against the same wall, either already having finished her cigarette or not having smoked one at all, and neither of them were talking. The woman was watching me as I approached to pass, and the man was only looking at his cigarette. I didn't blame him; he looked tired. He looked like he needed it.

This whole thing only started because I decided to be bothered by something he did. He flicked the butt of his cigarette onto the pavement just in front of me, though it did not hit me. I could have just kept walking, and the whole thing wouldn't have happened. Instead, I stopped short, and glared at him while he was fishing in his pockets and paying me no mind at all.

"Excuse me," I'd said, in a rather nasty tone of voice, I admit, "I would rather not step on your filthy litter, thank you."

He looked up at me, and then gave me a strangely evaluating look before glancing over at the woman. She'd been watching with a mean little smirk on her face, like she knew that something was going to happen and she couldn't wait to get involved. Finally, he said to the woman, seeming entirely as though he was ignoring me completely, "No strings, right?"

The woman smiled, and echoed, "No strings."

Everything escalated very quickly after that. One moment, I was standing on the pavement, glaring at a rude man in an interaction I was under the vague impression I'd forget by time I made it home that evening, and the next I was flat on my back on that same pavement, his hands curled around my throat while the woman kneeled down next to me and just watched.

"Oh, look at her, she's terrified already and you haven't even done anything! You're doing wonderfully." She said in a saccharine voice, like that of a primary school teacher encouraging a slower pupil in basic arithmetic. As she spoke, the hands around my throat seemed to burn, like it wasn't enough that he was choking me to death, he just had to start burning me too.

"Shut up and be useful, will you?" The man growled in response, and the woman simply laughed, in a way that was only reminiscent of the crackle of a particularly large bonfire. It could have been welcoming, in the right circumstances, but now was only dangerous. It suited her in a way that warmth and invitation did not.

This is when my memory starts to get a bit blurry. He wasn't quite cutting off my air flow, but it was hard enough to breathe that I could feel myself beginning to black out. I knew I was going to die, then and there, on a populated street- there should have been people around, why didn't there seem to be any in the moment?- tinged with the slightly sweet smell of burning flesh.

"Oh, but I am, don't you see it? Rage is so easy, you don't need control yet so long as you can get yourself in a fury at the drop of a hat. You're too slow now, not angry enough. Think of... hmm. I don't know, think of whatever the hell reason you had for getting up again." She encouraged, though her tone slowly grew more dismissive as she went on, like whatever they were united in, whatever she was educating him in, they'd had very different reasons for joining. Whatever the hell reason he had seemed to be good enough for him, though, because I could swear I felt my skin start to crack from the heat.

I couldn't die, not then. I still had my daughter, she still needed me! She needed me!

I still don't know how I managed to do it. The doctors all said my voice box is damaged beyond repair, that whatever fire I had around my throat would've burned away my speech capabilities after less than thirty seconds, but I swear it had been minutes since he'd started this torture. No matter what the truth is, though, I still barely breathed out her name, a desperate plea for my Sasha.

The name must have meant something to him, because his grip suddenly became slack, just enough for me to get a good lungful of air. I had to think quickly, because his momentary mercy wouldn't have been forever, I could tell that right away, so I kicked at him as much as I could while he was still distracted.

I don't know how I managed to escape. The woman looked like she was going to give chase, but then she looked back at the man and started laughing at him, calling him "sentimental" and "weak," and I took that as my chance to run.

Nobody seemed to be around, even though I knew there had been people nearby when I was walking. Perhaps they'd all run when they saw the man attacking me? Not unlikely, especially since there's no way I wasn't burned. There's no way the man was human, anyway; it would've been smarter to keep out of the way of those demons.

I don't know how long it was before I found someone who could help. Long enough that I had to put my hands around my throat to staunch the bleeding, long enough to notice the sole of my shoe- the one I'd used to kick at my assailant- had melted and begun to burn my foot. Someone did help in the end, though- the first passersby I saw, in fact, he called an ambulance and helped make sure I got to the hospital safely.

Like I told you earlier, my voice box is damaged to such a degree that most doctors said I'd never speak again. Even the more optimistic of them told me I'd never sound the same. I'll have scars the rest of my life.

I've been learning sign language, but it's slow going. I only know about three signs so far, but Sasha's been learning along with me. I think... I think things will get better, at least. I won't be stuck like this.

I just thought that you'd be interested in hearing- well, reading- about it. An encounter with a real demon.

Statement ends.

Jon records the Statement long after Ms. Greene leaves, meaning that he's alone with his thoughts on what this Statement means.

It has to be Tim, right? Tim and Jude, still terrorizing random Londoners, though to what end? What does "no strings" mean? Do they have a deal, an arrangement of some kind? Jude teaches Tim how to properly be an Avatar of the Desolation, for... what? Out of the goodness of her own heart? The chance to slowly try to indoctrinate him into the Cult of the Lightless Flame? Some other ulterior motive? He highly doubts that there would really be no strings attached to that sort of arrangement, especially with Jude Perry involved.

Tim's escalating. He's grown more personal in his attempted murders, going from blowing up a building to choking out somebody's mother. What happened in the time between December and last week that would've escalated things this much?

Jon sighs, and leans back in his chair. He rubs at his eyes, hoping that some kind of revelation will make itself clear to him, but nothing does.

[randomvarious]

Today's mix:

Global Underground 014: Hong Kong by John Digweed 1999 Progressive House / Progressive Trance

So, I guess I'm just ping-ponging back and forth between Global Underground mixes by Sasha and Global Underground mixes by John Digweed now. Back when these guys teamed up in the past to do things like Northern Exposure, it yielded some absolute magic, but when they're doing their own separate mixes for Global Underground, I haven't found their output nearly as satisfying. Many would disagree with me on this, though 😅.

But this Digweed double-disc is pretty frickin' good, in my estimation. And what's a little surprising about it to me, in particular, is that I actually really like the first disc—the progressive house one—a lot more than the second disc—the progressive trance one. I've definitely spieled about the late 90s era of progressive house before and how I find it to be largely boring, and the past two mixes that I've dug into from both Sasha and Digweed have much acclaimed progressive house discs on them that seem to cement my view even further.

And yet, the progressive house disc from this set really clicked with me. Diggers gets into a ~deep zone~ in the middle that I don't really jibe with, but a lot of the selections that surround that part are nothing short of excellent. The opener is this sleek and classy, talkbox-infused mix of Underworld's "Cups," by Manchester trio Salt City Orchestra, that sounds like it belongs in some kind of nocturnal-set Mercedes-Benz ad; Leiva's "Something for the Soul" has this fantastically hazy and dubby lead synth to it; Luzon brings in some old world flavoring with his sampling of a late 80s tune by Israeli world music-pop star Ofra Haza in "The Baguio Track;" and then the disc closes with a dark, brooding, and ominous monster from London's Medway, with "Flanker," a song whose constant synth chirps have a way of sounding like an approaching swarm of killer hornets who have their stingers at the ready 😧.

A good amount to enjoy in the second disc here too, especially in its latter half. Digweed runs back-to-back with two different mixes by The Netherlands' Lucien Foort, aka Funk Function; first with Science Dept.'s "Persuasion," which has a bit of an aquatic vibe to it, thanks to a catchy lead synth melody that sounds like rapid, whimsical flute stabs; and then with something smooth in Johan's "Crash." And immediately following that pair is a remix of Dutchman Hole in One's "Amrad in the 7th Phase" by the legendary Ferry Corsten, which features a great, sudden infusion of whistling synths 😌.

Still though, I didn't find this second disc to be as entertaining or cohesive or consistent as the first one. And while people rave about both of these CDs and consider the whole package to be one of the greatest commercial DJ mix releases of all time, I definitely disagree. But out of the trio of GU Digweed mixes I've now ventured into, this one might be my favorite, overall, with Sydney second, and Los Angeles definitely a distant third.

Listen to CD1 here. Listen to CD2 here.

Highlights:

CD1:

Underworld - "Cups (Salt City Orchestra Mix)" A.D.N.Y. Presents Leiva - "Something for the Soul" LSG - "Into Deep (Medway Remix)" Luzon - "The Baguio Track" Jean Phillippe Aviance - "Useless" Medway - "Flanker"

CD2:

Breeder - "Sputnik (New York FM Mix)" Science Dept. - "Persuasion (Funk Function Future Mix)" Johan - "Crash (Funk Function Groove Mix)" Hole In One - "Amrad in the 7th Phase (Ferr's Subliminal Recut)" Bedrock - "Heaven Scent (Evolution Unreleased Mix)"

[ericshoney]

The Bad Boyz ~ Chapter twelve

Jade's POV

Its been a couple days since the incident with Hana. Nothing else has happened yet, oh, other than Sasha not showing up. She won't answer my calls or texts which worry me.

I was sat outside in the quad, its morning break and I'm just sitting on a bench, trying to text Sasha again. I waited for the message to send when someone slams their fist down onto the table. I look up and see the boyz.

"Where the fuck is Sasha?!" Juyeon shouts.

"How am I suppose to know? She won't answer my text or calls." I respond calmly.

Before anyone else could say anything, we hear a laugh behind us. We all look over to see Hana standing there with two of her followers.

"Oh piss of Hana." Sangyeon groans.

"How rude. I was just coming over to ask how Sasha's little fingers are doing." She responds with a fake pout. I stand up, getting in front of her.

"The hell you do!" I shout. She looks a bit taken back, making me smirk to myself.

"Oh didn't you hear? Your new bestie got her fingers trapped in her locker. Poor thing." She answers with fake sympathy.

I don't know what overcame me, but I suddenly grab Hana by the collar of her uniform. Pulling her close, getting in her face.

"The fuck you do you selfish hoe? Tell me before your face becomes as black as your heart!" I exclaim in anger. I hear a whistle behind me, but ignore it, focused on the mean girl in front of me.

"Slammed her locker door shut on her fingers. Wouldn't even bother trying to talk to the old man at top, you can't prove shit." She said with a smirk.

I look behind me and see the guys standing there. I then smirk at them.

"Cover me." I said, they laugh and push Hana's followers out the way, forming a barrier between the rest of the students and us. I slam Hana's face down onto the bench hard. She scream as I throw a punch at her, making her plastic nose bleed.

"That's for messing with a nice guys heart!"

I then punch her in the jaw.

"That's for messing with a sweet girls friendship!"

I then throw one final punch.

"And that's for trying to mess with me!"

I look at her bloody face and laugh.

"I suggest you clean up, sweetie." I said with a fake smile.

The guys laugh as Hana runs off inside, her followers behind her. I then look at my hand which has a bit of blood on it from her face. I feel a slight sting from the punches, but go it ignore it, until someone's hand takes mine gently.

"Lets get you some ice." I hear Jacob say softly. I look up to see he's the one holding my hand.

"O-Okay." I curse myself mentally for stuttering.

"I can now approve that your nothing like Hana or Kira. Your officially apart of the group." Sangyeon said, with a proud smile.

"Yeah, you can stick up for yourself and we can see you care about our princess." Haknyeon added.

"I take back every time I called you a rat." Younghoon said, I laugh and smile.

"So is this our starting point? You gonna give me a chance?" I ask.

"We will." Kevin said, as the others nod in agreement. I smile again.

"Now lets get your hand iced and go to Sasha's, school can wait today." Jacob said, making the others gasp.

"Our angel wants to skip!" Changmin exclaims.

I laugh and feel a bit happier knowing they are going to give me a chance. I just can't get past the fact that every time Jacob's hand touches mine, I get butterflies.

[the-last-concert]

Chapter Eighteen: Told You So

“Wait. Moggie. Maybe when you’re less… drunk...” Sasha was rethinking about me going into the flat. We had just pulled up and I could hardly keep my balance. I had to hold on to the stairwell to stop the concrete from moving under me. 

“I’m fine.” I breathed through the queasiness. And managed to go reach the top stairs, Sasha and Marie right on my heels. I fumbled through my keys, and when I dropped them, my fist pounded on the door. Loud and hard. No answer. I hit the door again. “Phinheas. Malachi. Open the door!” 

A light came on near the entrance and Pepper swung it open, wide enough for all of us to enter. “Moggie? I thought you were staying at Sasha’s tonight.” 

“I still live here.” I defended, pushing past him. And dropping all my things in a scattered pile following me, passing out on the couch. 

“Ha. Alright.” He closed the door when everyone was inside. I heard him whisper to Sasha. “She’s completely hammered, isn't she?” 

She responded. “Afraid so. But she persisted on coming here.”  

“And for good reason, stink.” Marie sat on the edge of the couch, looking at her nails back and forth. “You got some explaining to do.” 

Pepper stiffened up and folded his arms, ignoring Marie’s attitude. “Tsk. Explain what?” 

“Oh… I don’t know. Let’s see. MAYBE…. the real reason you wanted Moggie to date both of y’all.” Marie said. “OR… the timing of your confession. A little convenient, if you asked me. ”

He muttered. “No one asked you. And I don’t see how that’s any of your business. But, I had to. I am the one dying…. Or did you guys forget?” 

“Oh, boy. Don’t use your cancer-chemo loving ass as an excuse to-” 

“Enough, Marie Ann.” Sasha warned her. “This isn’t your cross to bear.” 

“But-” Marie started until Sasha looked at her more fiercely. “Fine.” 

Sasha sighed, then she gripped Pepper’s shoulders. “I know you. You won’t do anything to harm Moggie on purpose. But look at your girl. This isn’t what she can handle alone. You need to be honest. It’s the only way for the dust to settle.” 

“Where’s… where’s Speedy?” I managed to say. My stomach ended up doing so many flips. 

“I’m here.” Speedy answered in a monotone voice. He came from the back and I’ve tried my best to see him from the couch. His face hung low, while leaning on the archway. He looked like a pillar next to the arch’s curved entrypoint. But his lip was bloody. It was busted near the bottom. Ivory button-up, torn. A sleeve was pulled from the seams. And his suspenders were torn and outta place with everything else. He was a mess. A wreck. 

I sat up so fast and squinted at Pepper. My veins boiled. I had to slow my breathing down before I hypervalent. “You didn’t.”

“He’s the one that swung on me.” Pepper said, unphased. Then I noticed the cuts and scrapes he had on his face.  It got worse the more I focused around the room. There were torn curtains… a broken glass table. And the Christmas tree we spent hours decorating…. Destroyed.   

“What…what the hell?” I moved down and picked up Valerie’s angel ornament. It laid in pieces in my hand. Sasha tried to get me to drop the sharp glass, but I wouldn’t. Speedy held on to this for years. And now, it's crumpled. Like everything else around us. I was furious at them both. I wanted to give them a piece of my mind. “This isn’t us! What gives you the right to turn on each other?! On me?!” 

Marie whispered to Sasha “We should probably go-” 

“No.” I ordered. “No one is leaving until I get answers. Everyone, plant it. Right now.” I motioned to the empty seats around the fireplace. They all moved in silence to the dining room table we put in the living room before. 

Pepper and Sasha sat on my left. Speedy and Marie sat on my right. My hands slammed on the table out of frustration. I’d be damned if this goes on any longer. I needed full transparency.

I spoke up. “What’s rule number one on our non-negotiables dating me?” 

Marie and Sasha looked around confused. Speedy was the one who answered, “We are open and honest about everything.” 

I nodded. “Right. And we all have broken that rule.” 

Pepper made a fuss. “I ain’t broke anything.” 

“Oh just you wait, rockstar.” I said, pointing at him before folding my arms. “I’ll get to you.” 

Pepper opened his mouth, but closed it when he read the look on my face. I wasn’t messing around. And he was going to have to cough up everything. Right here. Right now. 

“Now, obviously I missed something here,” I started to say. I paced around the table, slowly. Hoping it would make them even more uncomfortable. “When was it ever okay to physically harm one another? Especially now. We’re all in this relationship and we aren’t kids anymore. That shit isn’t cute nor does it make sense. Now if it was for defense ? My honor? Sure. But each other? Well, that’s the quickest way to kill me-“ 

“Mog-“ 

I held out my finger to shut him up. “Pepper, if you interrupt me again, I will leave you and never look back.” 

Pepper sunk back in his chair and took my warning seriously. He understood I’m game on my word. Nice Moggie was out the window now. Sasha and Marie were my witnesses, and I didn’t miss them exchanging looks at each other. It was more of a silent applause for my tactics. I never said I didn’t know how to handle my boys when they aren’t so rosy anymore. I just hate to do it. I tapped my nails against the glass dining room table, relaxing in the seat as the head. 

“Now. Explain everything.” I lit a blunt out of my bosom and began to puff. “And don’t leave a single detail out. What happened before the last concert started ?” 

[clare-875]

Until The End (Levi x Reader)- Chapter 24

[The Silent Descent]

_____ A/N: Posted on Wattpad (@CLARE_875) but also decided to post here :)

Summary: "You can push me away, but I will still fight by you, and I will still follow you… until the end."

The ever-so-stoic Levi Ackerman has only ever known the terrors that living in a cruel world could bring. This all changed one fateful day when he encountered [y/n]; a girl renowned for her looks and abnormal speed. As they escape the confines of the Underground together, they soon discover that freedom doesn't come easy in a world full of Titans. As they rise through the ranks, [y/n] becomes known as "Humanity's Angel", a beacon of hope to humanity as she melts the walls Levi had built around his heart. However, she has her secrets too, and a dark past that might just threaten to pull them apart.

The storyline and characters of Attack on Titan do NOT belong to me, but all to Hajime Isayama; however, I do own this story, and all that occurs disparate to that storyline.

[Series Masterlist] [Chapter Twenty-Three] <--> [Chapter Twenty-Five] _____

(Warnings: Descriptions of injury, canonical violence)

As you make your way across to the other side of the walls, your eyes widen at the scene before you. Houses in the abandoned town of the Shiganshina District have been set aflame, blazing smoke rising to the skies, no doubt the work of the Colossal Titan; Bertholdt. Your heart pounds as you search the vicinity. First, you would check for survivors, then you would fight, with or without backup, though the latter would probably mean an imminent death. You shake that thought from your head. You'd made a promise to Levi. Until the end. You're not dying here. You can't. Flinging yourself through the buildings, you look to see the Colossal Titan, body somewhat smaller, or thinner somehow, trudging through the area towards the wall. But then, you see it, a mop of blond hair; it was Armin. 

You let yourself breathe out a sigh of relief that not all the Scouts had diminished with Bertholdt's transformation earlier as you flash to their vicinity in a second. "Armin!" you shout out as you land next to him, looking down and seeing that Jean and Mikasa are also present. Your squad is still alive. "C-Captain [y/n]!" The voices of your team stutter in surprise, relief instantly filling their faces at your presence, almost like you were an actual angel descended to Earth. They must've really had it rough. ‘Even your presence, Captain [y/n], brings people hope. Do not underestimate yourself.’ Somehow in that moment, Nurse Frida's voice rings through your mind. Was this what she meant? 

You turn to Armin. "The Colossal Titan, it's slimmer than usual," you state as Armin looks at you, relief clouding his eyes in your understanding as he frantically nods. "It's just as Hange said! The Colossal Titan is weak in a battle of attrition!" His bright blue eyes shine at the revelation. He reminds you of Erwin. "Eren's experiments," you say looking at him. "He could only transform three times. If that's the case for his 15-meter Titan, a 60-meter Titan must be less efficient." Armin continues to nod to your words in agreement. "And, there's the steam attack, too!" He adds as his mind collects the pieces and puts them into place. "I bet it's consuming everything except his skeleton to produce that steam!" You voice your agreement before turning to Jean. 

"The other members of our squad are they still alive?" You ask looking at him. "Y-yes Captain! Apart from Eren who's still on top of the walls, Sasha and Connie are still in the vicinity." You nod in confirmation. "What of Hange and their squad?" To this, Jean frowns before looking down slightly. "All within close range to Bertholdt when he transformed. We don't think any of them survived." Your heart shatters at that proclamation but you try to keep on a steady face, lips downturned. Hange... "C-Captain!" You turn to Armin who looks nervous but certain. "I have a plan!" You nod, allowing him to continue. "If I could ask you and the rest of the squad to draw Reiner away and defeat him. Eren and I will defeat Betholdt ourselves." Your eyes widen at his words, but his gaze does not falter. "The two of us can win and I'm going to prove it." 

You watch as he comes back to his usual self though as he stutters out, "I mean, p-please Captain! I swear-," but you interrupt him before he gets the chance. "I trust you, Armin, as does the Commander." You look at him in his widening gaze, you grasp him by the shoulder firmly. "Trust in yourself." You watch as he hesitantly nods, face becoming more determined and confident once again. "Leave Reiner to the rest of us," you say as you call Mikasa and Jean to your side. "Roger! Thank you, Captain!" You hear Armin yell out as you turn and give a firm nod, before flying to where the Armoured Titan should be. 

..... 

You had met with Sasha and Connie, now the two of them along with Mikasa and Jean flying behind you in the streets. "We trust that Armin and Eren can handle the Colossal Titan, our focus is to prevent Reiner from interfering!" You call out to the rest of the squad who shout out in confirmation "Roger!" You all approach Reiner at full speed, but suddenly the Armoured Titan changes direction and sprints past you. A strong gust of wind hits you all, causing some of you to lose your balance. You grit your teeth as you realise his focus has changed to Eren. "It's too late!" You call out to the Scouts. "We're going to have to stop him by force!" You don't wait for an answer as you flash by to where the Armoured Titan has gone, the Scouts following you in acknowledgement. 

You grip one of the Thunder Spears you had taken as you fuelled up on gas earlier. Your body moves swiftly through the barren streets before you turn and fling the spear through the back of the left knee on the Armoured Titan. You release the handle trigger swiftly as the others catch up to you, watching Reiner's Titan lose balance. It reaches for the surrounding buildings, trying to stabilise itself but ultimately topples to the ground in a heap of debris. There is a thunderous boom at the impact as you turn to the squad. "If we can't distract Reiner from going to Eren and Armin, we finish him off here!" Connie, Sasha, Jean and Mikasa nod grimly. They would have to stop Reiner, someone they used to call a friend and comrade, but it was the only way. 

"We have three remaining spears!" Connie shouts out from behind you and you nod. You had one more strapped to your waist, Connie had one and so did Sasha. Suddenly a wave of hot air comes from the distance. You look up. The Colossal Titan that Armin and Eren had been fighting now emitted a warm gold glow, another wave of its steam attack rising in the air. You watch as Mikasa also turns and stops in worry, looking as though she wants to go to them. You grip her shoulder and she turns around. "Trust them." You say as she turns hesitantly back to the scene before meeting your eyes and nods determinedly. You still had to put an end to Reiner. 

The Armoured Titan is now on the ground, unable to get up, wondering how one blow had rendered his knee useless. You use his vulnerability to quickly turn to the squad that gathers around you. "We have three remaining spears. We have to take the chance now that he's immobile. Here's our plan. Jean and Mikasa, you go first, act as the decoy and make sure you get Reiner's attention." The two of them nod determinedly as you continue. "Sasha, Connie, while he's distracted you fire your spears at the jaw of the Titan. Once his Jaw slackens, I'll go in and kill him from the inside with my spear. Understood?" Sasha and Connie nod. "Either way this fight goes, this is where it ends!" You would all use the last remaining bits of your energy and resources on this final blow. Your last chance. 

Your squad yells out in confirmation, faces grim. They knew if they didn't succeed this would likely be the end of it all. No doubt, all of the Scouts on the other side of the wall have already met their deaths; you were alone. You could only hope that Levi would fulfil the final oath he took for Erwin and kill the Beast Titan, you could only hope that Armin and Eren succeed in stopping Bertholdt, you could only hope that you all would stop Reiner. "Alright then," you say as you turn to the Titan before you all, "get in position." At your words Jean and Mikasa shoot forward attaching to the Armoured Titan and surrounding buildings, letting out yells to gather his attention. 

Reiner reacts. Though unable to walk he uses his arms to destroy the buildings around him, trying to attack Mikasa and Jean. Using the destruction and distraction to their advantage, now Connie and Sasha go forward readying to fire their Spears. Connie shoots, aim sure as his spear ingrains itself into the Titans jaw, but then, there's a mishap. You watch as debris strikes Sasha in her head as she tries to shoot, rendering her unconscious. Her form falls, but Connie goes to catch her, shouting her name. You fly in front of Reiner, landing on a rooftop in front of him, but you know it's useless. Though Connie's spear damaged one side of his jaw, Sasha had missed, there wasn't an opening wide enough for you to throw in your spear. 

You grit your teeth. It's true, his mouth might not be open, but you'd have to try anyway. You would rather risk your own life over the lives of your subordinates. "Captain [y/n], wait, it's too risky!" Connie calls from a distance, as you ready yourself, heart pounding against your chest. You didn't know if you would make it. But then, a familiar voice fills the air and relief fills your system. "No, it's perfect!" You look up to see Hange, bloodied and injured, but alive. More importantly, they flung through the air, another Thunder Spear in their grasp. They shoot and aim perfectly, and the final spear connects and explodes on the other side of the jaw which Sasha had missed. You watch as finally, Reiner's jaw slackens. "Now [y/n]!" Hange calls as she flies out of the way. 

You let out a yell, as you fly to Reiner. His hand shoots out to you, but you're too fast. You flash across space and land inside the Titan's mouth. You shoot the spear in your hand down his throat towards his nape. "Reiner!" you shout out as you let the trigger go, and flash out of range of the explosion. Soon enough, there is a massive explosion and you watch as the Titan finally falls, Reiner's disfigured body protruding from the destroyed nape. 

..... 

You stand behind Hange as they approach Reiner. His body is badly injured and steaming as it tries to heal. He sits slackened on the side of the building, lack of limbs, and a cloth covering his eye. "Reiner... What's this metal case you had in your left chest pocket?" Hange asks as they kneel down to him. "Before we chopped off all of your limbs, you tried to grab it with the strength you had left. Suicide pills? Or perhaps a bomb?" There is a brief silence. Mikasa bandages Jean next to you. He had been badly hurt by the debris of Reiner's attack. Then, Reiner's slow and gravelly voice reaches the air. "A letter..." Hange looks at him in surprise. "A letter? What kind of letter?" There is a pause again as Reiner tries to gather the energy to reply. "A letter... from Ymir. You have to... give it... to Christa..." 

"Only after we've inspected it," Hange replies as they put the metal case away and stand up. "Now then, I've got a mountain of questions for you, but... your lips seem as tight as your armour is hard." You react to her words pulling out your sword as you point it threateningly at Reiner. "Are you going to cooperate and tell us everything that we want to know, or not?" You ask as Hange crosses their arms and stares down at Reiner's unmoving form. Hange now has a bandage on their head, no doubt from when Bertholdt transformed, one of their eyes completely covered from the damage. "No..." Reiner mutters out at your words. You frown before turning the hilt of your sword. "Well, at least you're prepared for this," you mutter, as you push your sword against his neck, blood seeping from the wound. 

"Hold on!" Jean shouts out from behind you. "Are you sure Captain, Hange? We might be able to steal his power." You think back to an earlier meeting. Levi had been entrusted with the syringe and vile given to him by Kenny. It could transform one of us into a Titan. We could feed Reiner, or any of the Titans with abilities to that Titan and we would, in turn, retain its powers for ourselves. Hange turns to Jean at his words as you keep your sword pressed against Reiner's throat. "I don't think all the conditions for that have been met." They say to him, as Reiner chokes on his blood at the pressure you hold him to. "We don't know the situation with Levi and the other side. Neither do we have the time to go confirm it ourselves. The reason being, there's no way for us to gauge the full depth of their powers." Hange turns to Reiner at their last words. 

"Even if we cut his head off, we can't be too sure!" They continue to shout out. There is a silence before Jean's words reach the air once more. "This isn't like you, Hange. If we back down because of not knowing something, down the line, can we ever hope to beat the Titans?" Reiner lets out another gasp, blood seeping from his lips as Jean's words linger in the air. "When are we ever going to know all there is about the enemy?" There is more silence, as finally, Hange turns to look at Mikasa and Jean. "Mikasa," they say, as the Scout looks to them in acknowledgement, "how much gas do you have?" Mikasa replies, dark eyes looking at Hange. "It's almost entirely gone. But it should be enough to reach Eren and Armin at least." Hange nods, "That's more than me, or [y/n]." 

"Mikasa... I need you to go check out their situation. Fill up your gas and bring back the injection from Levi. If for any reason, you're unable to do so, fire a smoke signal. That will be our signal to end Reiner." At Hange's words, you finally release your blade on Reiner's throat as he gasps out in relief. "Roger," you hear Mikasa say, as she flies off into the distance. You stand, sighing slightly before Jean starts to speak up. "Hange, I-" But they quickly cut him off in response. "The decision was mine. You were just a factor." Silence takes over but you still eye Reiner warily, not liking your predicament, even though you had won the battle. Levi. You had hoped he was okay. You hoped he had succeeded in the task of killing the Beast Titan. Hange walks over to Jean, as they check over their bandages. 

Moments pass in silence as Hange stands by Jean and you remain in front of the disfigured Reiner who pants in pain. Suddenly, a smoke signal rises in the air. You remember back to Mikasa's words. It was the signal to kill Reiner, that there had been a disturbance of some sort that rendered his life useless to them. You look to Hange who nods from a distance eyes flickering between you and then Reiner. Jean looks like he is about to say something but stops himself as he swallows. This wasn't the Reiner he befriended; this wasn't the Reiner he knew. He was the enemy; if he were in the same position, Jean knew that Reiner would kill him. You unsheathe your sword once more, taking in a deep breath, and looking at the man in front of you. You point your sword to the man, about to deal the finishing blow... But then you hear Reiner’s stuttering voice fill the air. 

"C-Captain... [y/n]... to think... that you... were one of us..." You turn to Reiner, your eyes widening at his words, the sword in your hand faltering. Hange and Jean look at you from a distance but they can't hear the quiet exchange, confusion in their features as they watch you hesitate to kill the man. "What do you mean by that." You mutter pointing your sword at him. "We... we needed Eren... but... he said... we needed you too..." Then you hear it, the sudden trembling of the Earth below, a thrumming beat of giant footsteps making their way to you. But you also feel it, the sudden wave of drowsiness that hits you, along with a prick on your upper arm. You look down. Sure enough, a strange syringe-like form had flown across space, from where you didn't know. It embedded itself into you, and with it, your vision started to blur. You lose your hold on the sword you had held onto Reiner, suddenly feeling yourself falling to your knees, your body slackening. 

You hear Hange and Jean's screams as they yell out to you. But your churning vision now turns to your right, and you see the large Titan you had seen in the distance with the Beast Titan approaching you on all fours, thunderously. Jean tries with his weakened frame to hold Hange back as they scream your name, but you don't have the energy to move or reply. You feel a large hand wrap around you, suddenly being hoisted into the air and landing next to... a man you hadn't seen before. Your eyes are now half-lidded, unable to do a thing, barely able to make up the features of the man. Blond hair... glasses... a lack of arms on his body. "Hange!" you hear the dwindling voice of Connie as he looks at the scene in shock, "They've taken Reiner and Capatin [y/n]!" 

Your ears are now muffled, as you continue trying to move, trying to fight the black descending on your vision. You can make out the sounds of ODM gear in the air. You can hear Hange's voice yelling out to you in desperation. But you can do nothing. You're getting further away from them, your friends, from Levi. The last thing you hear just as the movement of the Titan stops, is the man's voice next to you, uttered softly. 

"I've been waiting to meet you [y/n] [l/n]..." 

Your shock is clouded as you finally lose consciousness. The last thing on your mind... Levi. 

..... 

Hange looks in utter defeat as they finally come to a halt. Lack of gas evident in their tanks. They are in a state of complete disbelief, how could they have lost not only Reiner but you as well? Just a moment ago, they had had the upper hand, Reiner in their clutches, you just fine. What's worse, they would have to inform Levi. Hange could only imagine what devastation would be left in the wake of your absence. They turned to Connie, whose face mirrored one of shock and loss. "C-Captain..." his voice reaches the air wavering and barely a whisper. Hange grits their teeth squeezing their eyes shut before they turn to Connie. "We head back, regroup!" Connie shakes his head slowly, "B-but..." Hange interrupts him swiftly. "We have no gas to chase them, we have no more thunder spears to help with our attack, and we're utterly useless right now. We regroup... let's go!" 

When Jean looks up to see the lack of your presence he swears out, pounding the ground with his fist in defeat. "It's my fault..." He speaks out, voice dull. "I've done something terrible..." Hange knows he thinks it's his fault for not having killed Reiner immediately. Maybe then you would have been more on your guard, maybe then they wouldn't have approached you at all. Hange's face is dark as they look away from the boy. "I said the decision was mine. Let's regroup with the others." Jean's heart pounded against his chest. "C-Captain Levi... what will he say?" Hange is silent, as both Jean and Connie look like they're going to be sick. Ultimately, they decide not to reply to Jean's words. "Let's go." Connie silently puts an unconscious Sasha on their back, as Jean grasps onto Hange, flying through the air towards where a gold glow fills the air. A Titan Transformation. 

..... 

By the time Hange, Jean, Connie and Sasha had arrived where Eren and the rest were, they were met with a shocking sight. The body of a Titan lay steaming on the ground, protruding from it, was the body of Armin, Eren and Mikasa crying as they held him. On a nearby roof, Levi was sitting next to a deceased Erwin looking down at the sight, a lone soldier by his side. Connie and Jean quickly made their way to Armin as well, after gently leaning Sasha against a nearby building. Questions quickly spilled from their lips as Eren and Mikasa shakily gave their answers to them. Armin, on the brink of death, was chosen to be transformed into a Titan. He was chosen over an also dying Erwin who had somehow survived the suicide charge towards the Beast Titan, found by the lone soldier, Flock, who stood by Levi. Armin had then been fed Betholdt, and given the powers of the Colossal Titan, allowing him to survive. 

Hange approached Levi who gave the same answers. He told them about his choice, why he had chosen Armin over Erwin, and how he saw it unfit to bring him back into this hell after being in it for so long. A short moment passed when Eren and Mikasa finally calmed down, collecting Armin and following Hange's orders to take him to the top of Wall Maria. Jean and Connie also listen to Hange's words, taking Sasha as well to set up a makeshift area on top of the walls to allow her to recover away from the destruction in the streets. Flock, the only soldier left from Erwin's suicide charge also nods and goes to help Jean who is still badly injured. The seconds go by tensely as Jean and Connie still have a haunted look in their eyes, their Captain... you... missing. Hange gives them a silent look as they hastily, almost shamefully set off to the walls, following Eren and Mikasa. 

Hange can feel it. 

They can feel the suddenly tense atmosphere in the absence of the other Scouts as they make their way back to the walls. They can feel the way Levi's eyes now scour the area in realisation. They can feel the way he now turns to them, grey eyes ingrained on their backs along with the rising thrumming of his heart. They can feel the anticipation in the next few seconds. They know the question brimming through his mind. Hange feels their heart drop along with their gaze as their face darkens. First, the loss of the entire Scout Regiment, then Erwin... and now...

"Hange... where's [y/n]?" 

Hange can scarcely look up at him, still staring at the ground, facing away from Levi. On the other hand, Levi starts to slowly lose his sanity in the silence that consumes him. Where are you?  Why hadn't you arrived with Hange? What happened? Were you hurt? Did you go ahead to the basement? Were you still on the lookout for survivors? Where are you? Were you- Levi's heart pounds relentlessly against his chest, a strange sensation fills his senses, an unfamiliar feeling of dread... of genuine fear. His hands tremble at his side, eyes wide and pupils contracting. Where were you... where were you... where were-

Levi suddenly moves forward grabbing Hange by the collar of their shirt tightly, forcing Hange to look at him. Anger fuels his movements, impatience causing the rough movement of his hands as he roughly shakes them in his grasp. He sees it in their eyes, the sorrow, the regret... the loss. Levi slowly shakes his head in disbelief. "Hange... where is she?" Hange's silence only makes his rage increase. "Where is she Hange?! WHERE IS SHE!!" Hange finally speaks up, looking pitifully at the smaller man in front of them. Never had they seen him lose his composure as he does now. His eyes are wide, his features fierce, dread filling every rim of his face. "She's gone, Levi... They took her away with Reiner. The strange Titan we saw earlier today and a blond-haired man; the Beast Titan." 

Levi freezes his movements, his grip slackening as he takes a step back. The Beast Titan. The man he failed to kill. The man that escaped his clutches. The man he had stopped pursuing to save Armin. The man that took you away... The man that could've killed you by now, for all he knew. It was his fault. Hange watches as the once stoic Captain turns silent at their words. They watch as he falls to his knees gripping his hands into fists that slowly start to cause blood to seep through his fingers. They watch as his eyes are barely visible under the darkened expression on his face. Levi struggles to keep himself from hyperventilating. Thoughts fill his head at a pace he can't keep up with. You. His lifeline. Torn away from him, in the clutches of the enemy he swore to protect you from. He had lost so many people in his life. You had been a blessing, graced with your strength, with your smile, with your warmth... he had dared believe that you wouldn't leave him like the others did. 

You promised him. 

You swore you'd be by his side, until the end, no matter what end he met. He swore to himself and you, that nothing would touch you. How were you gone? Levi stumbles to his feet, breathing heavily as he struggles to control his emotions. He readies his ODM gear. He would chase you down he would find you by foot if he had to. He would do anything if there was even a slither of hope you were alive. He moves forward, mind in a haze, but something stops him. He looks up, a deranged look in his eyes as Hange almost relents at his gaze. "What are you doing?" They ask as Levi tries to continue on his path whilst Hange continuously stops him. "What will you do?!" They suddenly yell out, their own grief and frustration catching up with them. "Chase them to the ends of the Earth?! Die among the Titans outside the walls?!" Levi interrupts Hange quickly, outrage filling his words, "What would you have me do then?!" He yells, voice echoing the abandoned streets. 

"I don't care if I die, I'm going. Stay out of the way shitty glasses." He mutters darkly. "I thought you hated pointless death." Levi freezes, cold aversion filling his system as Hange mutters the words Erwin had spoken to him many months ago. The man who was now also dead among too many of the soldiers he was ashamed not to be able to count. "I did," he replies but then whispers in a voice barely heard by Hange. "But my life is pointless without her." Hange is taken aback by the vulnerability he allows himself to show for a single moment before he moves forward again. "What will [y/n] say?" They ask as they look at Levi who refuses to meet their gaze. "We have a job to do, we have to fulfil the mission. If you die before we're even allowed to come up with an actual plan to save [y/n], if you die before we fulfil the mission so many soldiers gave their hearts for... [y/n] would kill her yourself." 

With that Hange relents, releasing Levi from their observation and attempts to stop him, they fly off towards the walls. They feel their own heart sink in your absence. You had been their friend too. Always supportive of their experiments no matter how extreme their love for science and Titans grew. They had known you for so long, rising the ranks and growing as soldiers together. Now you were lost to the clutches of an unpredictable enemy because of a decision they made. Not only you but they had watched their squad die before their eyes. Watching as Mobilt pushed them out of the way from the bursts of hot air as the Colossal Titan transformed. Coming to find Levi, only to see that Erwin was also lost to the clutches of death. Hange pushed against the overwhelming depth of their grief as they approached Wall Maria where the other Scouts were tending to each other. Levi was lost in his despair, the other Scouts were lost in their survival and someone had to continue the mission. 

Meanwhile, as Hange left, Levi was rooted to the spot unable to do anything. His heart still hammers against his chest, the heavy feeling of grief filling his chest and making it hard to breathe. He knew Hange was right. That he couldn't save you right now, especially in this state, no matter how desperately he wanted to find you. He was still a Captain of the Survey Corps, with the overwhelming lack of Scouts left, his subordinates would be relying on him. But in that moment Levi allowed himself to think only of you. He walked over to a nearby crate hidden among the destroyed homes. He sat down holding his face in his hands and grip tightening on his locks as his mind reeled in his failure. Your smile. Your touch. Your everything. He felt the warm beginnings of tears run down his face and he yelled out in frustration before losing himself in his sorrow. Utterly defeated he let himself sob, something he didn't know was possible after the many losses making him feel as though he was a hollow shell of emotion. Well, until you showed up. 

He let himself lose himself in your loss, and many long moments passed. But then the instant came when he knew he had to complete the mission. For the sake of you and humanity. So, he loathingly lifted himself from the crate. After several moments he decided to join the rest of the squad that diverted their eyes in the presence of his evidently deathly aura, and darkened face. He prayed to whatever God was out there that this retched day would come to an end... and maybe he'd wake up to you by his side, telling him it was all just a dream.

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[Chapter Twenty-Three] <--> [Chapter Twenty-Five]

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idk how you feel about it but breeding kink w softdom!Armin and reader who wants a baby😋

GIVE ME A BABY

pairing - armin x AFAB!reader

warning - nsfw // minors dni // breeding kink // dirty talk //softdom!armin

author's note - I LOVE writing about breeding kink! There are few things I refuse to write! Don't be afraid to request anything! I hope you enjoy this! ♡

You shouldn't have felt jealous when you saw Mikasa and Eren's baby. But that's what you did and in that hospital room, full of joy and love you couldn't help but emanate a bad vibe that everyone except the enamored parents and the sleeping newborn caught on.

"Are you okay, love?" Armin approached you, putting a hand on your shoulder and squeezing it lightly hoping he could comfort you.

"S-Sure! It's just that the baby is so cute! Have you decided on a name yet, Mikasa?" You asked hoping to change everyone's attention back to the small angel.

"Not yet," Eren awnsered, followed by Mikasa. "It has to show our love properly."

And once again the jealousy raised in your body like bubbles in a soda pop. Sure there was happiness inside too, this was the most amazing moment in your friends' life, plus it was the birth of your boyfriend's godchild.

"I wonder who's the next couple to be thinking about babies names..." Ymir said, wiggling her eyebrows at Historia who blushed furiously at the innuendo.

"NO WAY! IT'S NICCOLO AND I FOR SURE!" Sasha screamed, earning herself a shush by everyone in the room.

When the baby started crying again, a nurse kindly hushed everyone out announcing that visitation time was over.

You bid your goodbyes to your friends in the parking lot and got into the car with your boyfriend.

After about five minutes of driving silently you felt Armin's hand creeping up your thigh.

"Are you alright, love? You didn't seem that well in the hospital..." He looked at you worried.

You sighed, you didn't want to seem like you didn't care about Mikasa and Eren's child.

"I wasn't, love. I'm embarrassed to admit it but... I was jealous."

"You... you were jealous of Mikasa?" The always sharp blond asked.

"Yes."

"You want a-"

"I want your baby, Armin."

Armin looked at you wide-eyed before focusing on the road again, squeezing the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white.

"I'm going to give you a baby."

(*.♡.*)

For Armin it was simple. Everything his princess wants, his princess gets. So when you asked for a baby, what choice did he have except rip your clothes off the second you get through the front door, bring you to your bedroom and impregnate you with as many babies as you wanted?

"A-Armin- Please-"

"'Please' what, darling?" He asked, kissing your neck.

"I w-want you inside..." You stuttered, covering your face with your hands in shame.

"Anything for you, princess. You just have to tell me." He moved down from your neck, massaging your breasts before sucking on your sensitive nipple.

Even if he hadn't brought it up, Armin couldn't deny the desire to become a parent that had been growing inside him ever since Mikasa announced her pregnancy.

He imagined you glowing, round with his child. The same breasts he was caressing now, full of milk. Nothing has made him harder than that thought.

Armin moved his hand to your pussy. "You are so wet already, love. Can't wait to fuck you full of cum. Think you can take me without prep?"

You nodded. Even while dirty talking your boyfriend was still the perfect gentleman.

He kissed your cheek, aligning himself with your entrance. "Sorry, but I can't wait anymore..."

He made an effort to take it slowly, closing his eyes in concentration, so turned on by the feeling of your gummy walls hugging his shaft for the first time without a pesky condom.

Armin moaned when he bottomed out, responding to you squeezing around him.

You buried your face in his neck, hugging his shoulders with your arms and his lean torso with your legs, pulling him to you.

"Easy... I don't want to shoot now..." He hushed you.

"I'm going to move now. Gonna put a baby in you. G-Gonna make you all round and pretty... You like that, baby? You want to be a mommy?" He said, speeding up with each sentence.

"A-Armin~ Feels so g-good!"

Armin growled, truly becoming a primal being. It felt good to finally claim you to the fullest, to finally get to breed you the way you deserved.

His trusts were long and deep, making sure each time his cock kissed your cervix. You could barely breath, your brain rendered useless under such pleasure.

"Y-you're so perfect... so t-tight around me. Gonna put a baby in you-" Armin kept babbling, never have been so turned on in his life.

"Please Armin~"

"Gonna cum- Gonna cum soon, baby- You g-gonna take it all, right? Gonna be a good girl and get pregnant for me? Gonna let me breed you?"

"Yes- Armin! Please! Breed me!" You cried, cumming from his dirty talk, surprised that your sweet, loving boyfriend was hiding such a kinky side from you.

Armin was close to follow, pressing his hips against yours impossible close and shooting his seed deep inside you before collapsing on top of you.

You looked into eachothers eyes and kissed.

"Wanna get off now, love? You're quite heavy, hehe." You asked, petting his cheek.

"What do you mean, darling? This is only round one."

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"Broken & Beautiful" Chapter 7

     By the time my shift ends and I’m back in my street clothes, I’m ready to go home and fall face-first into my bed. I haven’t slept well the past few nights, for obvious reasons, and now I’m starting to feel it. I’ve chosen to stick around, just in case Jake and I can pick up where we left off. My anger has lifted, now that Jake has apologized. But I still need an explanation for his behavior. My conversation with Simone has been running on repeat throughout the day, and I know that only Jake can give me the answers I need.

     I’m seated on one of the stools between Ari and Heather, elbow on the bar and my cheek resting in my hand. Jake stands on the other side of the bar, polishing glasses. Every now and then he looks my way, and I think I see the faintest hint of a smile. He’s not completely off the hook just yet, but things have definitely improved.

     “So what’s the deal with you and Jake? I thought you were going to tell him,” Heather quietly comments.

     I startle when I hear Sasha‘s voice from behind me. “Tell him what?”

     I turn the stool around so I‘m facing him, beer in hand. “Sasha! Don’t sneak up on me like that! I swear, one of these days I’m going to put a bell on you!”

     Ari grins at me. “Don’t change the subject.” Then she turns to Sasha, winks at him and blurts out in a whisper “She has the hots for Jake!”

     I’m in the middle of taking a sip of beer when she says this, and it goes down the wrong way. Ari thumps me on the back a few times while I cough and sputter.

     “Oh, that!” Sasha waves off the announcement. “That, I already knew.”

     I stop long enough to squeak out “You knew?”

     “Oh, please! It’s obvious.” Sasha lowers his voice and gives me a pointed look. “The batting of your eyes gives you away, Angel.”

     “I do not bat my eyes!”

     “Whatever you say. So, did you?”

     “Well, no. Not exactly.”

     Sasha turns to Ari and holds out a hand. “I told you she’d chicken out. Pay up.” Ari rolls her eyes and pulls some money out of her pocket, handing it over to Sasha. Heather does the same.

     “Wait. You guys bet on my love life?”

     “Of course. And I just won a hundred bucks,” Sasha announces proudly.

     I blink at them, a little annoyed but also somewhat amused. Then I smirk at Sasha. “Well, you didn’t win.” He blinks at me, confused. “I didn’t chicken out. I didn’t even have the chance to tell him. So you didn’t win, either.” I hold my hand out to him, palm up. “So pay up.” Sasha hesitates, and I wiggle my fingers at him. “Come on. You bet on my love life. You lost. You owe me.” Sasha rolls his eyes and relents, and I snatch the money from him.

     Heather takes a sip of wine. “Wait. What do you mean you didn’t have the chance to tell him?”

     “I mean ... Let’s just say things didn’t go well.”

     “Things never do with our little Jakey. You’re better off,” Sasha declares before taking a sip of his drink.

     I narrow my eyes at him and I’m about to offer a retort, when my three friends announce that they’re going to Home Bar and then clear out.

     “Hey.”

     I turn to face Jake and offer him a small smile as he leans against the bar. “Hey.”

     “How’s your finger?”

     “Well, as you can see it’s still attached.” I hold up my hand to show him. “It’s a little sore, but it’s not as bad as it was.”

     “We’d better go check on it, just to be sure.”

     I look around and realize that everyone else seems to be gone, and I take one last gulp of my beer before I follow Jake to the room we were in before. This time, we make sure that the door is closed behind us. Even as Jake takes off the bandage and inspects my wound, we both know why we’re really here. We need to clear the air, and we don’t need to be interrupted this time. Only this time, neither one of us seems to know how to get the ball rolling. We just sit here in awkward silence while Jake applies more antibiotic ointment and puts on a new bandage.

     “So what do you say, Doc? Will I live?” I quip, desperate to break the tension.

     He laughs a bit, and I watch as he strokes the back of my hand with his thumb. This seems a tad too intimate for two people who don’t know where they stand, but I pick up on the meaning behind it. “I’m sorry. Please forgive me. I care.” I know we have a lot to discuss, and we’re not out of the woods just yet. But I know he’s trying, in his own way.

     Jake avoids my gaze, choosing instead to look down. “Are we ... okay?”

     “Not yet. But we’re close. But I need to know: if you didn’t mean what you said, then why’d you say it?”

     He stays quiet, and I can see his brows furrow slightly. He’s trying to go back into his shell; trying to avoid the issue at hand. I won’t let him. If we’re going to move past this, we both need to open up to each other. I can’t carry the weight on my own.

     And so, I do the only thing I know to do. I reach out with my free hand and lightly touch his face, gently coaxing him. “Jake, talk to me. I deserve an explanation.”

     Some of the tension leaves him, but he still can’t seem to look at me. I move my hand from his face and watch him intently. Even though he’s relaxed a bit, he’s still very much locked in his shell.

     “Jake, please don’t shut me out.”

     The energy in the room shifts, and I swallow nervously as he releases my hand and suddenly stands. I remain where I am, watching as he puts some distance between us. “Why not? It’s what I do, isn’t it? It’s what I’ve always done! Shut people out! Push them away!”

     I stand as well. “But why, Jake?”

     “I ...” He lets out a quiet, frustrated sound.

     “Is it because you think you’re protecting them? Is that what you were doing with me? Trying to protect me?”

     “I ...”

     I squint at him, observing him. And then something occurs to me. “Or maybe you’re protecting yourself, too.” I see something pass across his face for the briefest of moments, and I take a few steps toward him. “That’s it. Isn’t it? Maybe you don’t want to let anyone get too close because you’re afraid of getting hurt.”

     Now I know I’ve hit the nail on the head, because now he’s shaking his head and making tracks for the door. His breathing has also picked up a bit. He’s panicking. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

     The distance between us isn’t that far, and I startle Jake when I am suddenly standing between him and his chance for escape. I keep my voice calm and even, looking up at him the entire time. He’s eyeing the door, but he doesn’t make a move for it. He could very easily move me out of the way if he wants to, but he doesn’t. So I take my chance.

     “You think I don’t know what that’s like, Jake? You think I don’t understand how hard it is to let someone in; to be close to someone?”

     Now he looks down at me, and I remain unwavering.

     “I’ve been hurt, Jake. More times than I care to mention. My heart has been trampled on so many times, I’ve been afraid of giving any man a real chance.” I step closer to him, and he’s still staring down at me as he backs up a bit. He’s listening. That’s good. “But you know what, Jake? I’m willing to take a chance on you, because I like you.” He blinks down at me, and I see a flash of surprise on his face. “Yes, you have a dark side. We all do. But I’ve seen you when you let your guard down, Jake. And I like what I see. And as far as your dark side is concerned ... I think I can handle it, if you’ll give me the chance. I’m stronger than you think. But you’ve gotta let me in.”

     He still hasn’t said a word. It’s not often that he’s rendered speechless.

     “I have feelings for you, Jake. Feelings that I think are worth exploring. If you can look me in the eyes and tell me that you don’t feel the same way ... I’ll back off, and we’ll never have this conversation again. But if you do feel the same way, now’s your chance. No more running. No more hiding. No more pushing me away.” I pause, steeling myself. “Can you do that? Can you tell me that you don’t feel something for me, too?”

     Now I really have him backed into a corner. He can’t weasel his way out of this one. His mouth is still open, and I watch the rapid rise and fall of his chest. I move my gaze back up to his face, bracing myself for his answer. I wait for what seems like an eternity and feel my heart sink when he says nothing.

     “I guess I have my answer, then. Goodnight, Jake.”

     I turn toward the door and step toward it, stopping when Jake grabs my arm. I turn to face him, and his lips are suddenly pressed against mine. I groan into his mouth and wrap my arms around him as I’m crushed against his chest, one of his hands resting on the small of my back while he threads the other one through my hair. His lips are firm and soft as they guide mine, and I let out a moan when his tongue slips inside. He pauses for the briefest of moments, and I let out a startled yelp when he slides his hands down so they’re cupping my rear end. He lifts me up and I wrap my legs around his waist, and then I find myself set down on the table. His palms rest on my hips and I clutch at his jacket as he once again captures my mouth in a searing kiss. He moves his lips down my jaw, neck, and then back up to my lips again.

     The kiss ends just as suddenly as it began, and we’re both left panting. Jake’s hands have moved down to my legs, and my fingers are now in his hair. I move my hand down to trace his bottom lip with my thumb, and he closes his eyes at my touch. He opens his eyes again and cups my face in his hands, and we kiss again. This one isn’t frantic and desperate like the last one. No. This one is sweet and gentle, and I can feel my heart thumping in my chest as my hands rest on his shoulders.

     Jake ends the kiss and slowly backs away from me, a faint blush on his cheeks. I watch him for a few seconds, wondering what he’s thinking. Then he gives me another one of those tiny smiles of his. “I’m hungry. Want to get some food?”

     I stare at him as I run my fingers through my hair and try to slow down my breathing. Food? Food is the last thing on my mind right now.

     “Yeah,” I answer with a smile.

     He helps me off of the table, taking note of how breathless and shaky I am. He seems quite pleased with himself. “You okay?”

     “I’m fine.”

     Jake waits for me while I stop by the locker room to grab my purse and pull on my jacket. I look at my reflection in the mirror and smile as I quickly run a brush through my hair, tying it back in a low ponytail. We’re both in the mood for Szechuan, and we happen to know a place that is within walking distance from our 22W. There aren’t too many people in the restaurant, given the late hour, and we find a corner booth that offers us privacy. It doesn’t take us long to place our orders, because we both have favorite “go to,” meals.

     Our drinks are delivered, and I’m in the middle of taking a sip of mine when Jake makes a confession. “I was spooked.” I look back at him, and he leans toward me as he adds “When we kissed at your apartment, I ... got spooked.”

     I set my drink down, eyeing him curiously. “Why?”

     He looks down at the table, almost bashfully. He’s quiet for a moment, and I start to think that he won’t answer me. Then he says something that brings a smile to my face. “I felt something, and ... that’s never happened before.” He looks up at me and then leans back again, and I’m worried that he’s starting to retreat again. But he goes on. “Look. I’m not going to lie. When I’m with someone ... Don’t get me wrong. The attraction is there. But ...” I nod, catching on to what he’s trying to say. He leans forward again, giving me that look that makes me weak in the knees. “And with you, when we kissed ...”

     “Jake ...” I lean forward, looking him in the eyes and giving him another smile. “Are you saying you like me?”

     He chuckles. “Well, at the risk of sounding like a third grader ... yeah. I like you.”

     Our meals arrive, and we keep our conversation light as we eat. There’s something I still need to discuss with him, but I decide to save it for later. I find out that he was born and raised on the Cape, and that he absolutely hates going back there. He doesn’t tell me the reason, and I don’t want to pry. I tell him that I’m originally from Baltimore, and that I moved to New York to attend Columbia University to study music and English Lit. I tell Jake that I met Will at Columbia, admitting that Will and I dated for a semester and decided that we were better off as friends. If Jake feels threatened by my closeness with Will, he doesn’t show it.

     Jake pays for our meals and I leave a tip behind, and we begin our trek back to my apartment. Now that dinner is over, nervousness begins to set in. In the past, I never doubted the reason why Jake insisted on walking me home. But now that we’re together, I wonder what he expects from me. I’m not a virgin. That ship sailed when I was 17. But I still have to set some boundaries, and I don’t know how he’ll react.

     We stop outside the door of my apartment building, and the pit in my stomach begins to grow. Does he expect me to invite him inside?

     I begin to fidget. “Thank you for tonight. I had a good time.”

     “Me, too.”

     “So, umm ...”

     This is that awkward moment that I’ve been dreading. I take in a deep breath and let it out quietly. I’m about to tell him what’s on his mind when he brings me in for another one of those sweet yet passionate kisses that makes my legs go all wobbly. I give in, clutching his jacket while he rests one hand on my waist and cups the back of my head with the other. Even when the kiss ends, we don’t step away from each other. I’ve lightened my grip on his jacket and he now has both hands on my waist. Things are quiet between us, and I close my eyes.

     “Jake, I ...”

     “Hey. Are you okay?”

     I feel like I’m going to be sick. I know that setting boundaries is a good thing, but I’m afraid that this one will be enough to drive him away. I take another breath to steady myself, and then I quickly say “I want to wait.”

     It becomes quiet between us. He’s still holding me, and I scrunch my eyes shut. My heart is pounding in my chest when he asks “What do you mean?”

     “I don’t want to rush things,” I say as I move out of his grip and take a step back. “Most of my relationships ended badly because we ... we rushed things. In fact, most of the guys I was with ended up leaving me after ... And I’d always feel cheap and used. Like I wasn't what they wanted after all.” I fidget and swallow nervously, observing Jake. His expression remains neutral, and this does nothing to calm me down. “It’s just ...” I look down at the sidewalk. “I don’t think I can --”

    “Hey,” Jake says. He steps toward me and gently forces me to look up at him. “I told you. I didn’t mean what I said that night. I don’t just want to ..." He chooses his words carefully, for once. " ... sleep with you. If that’s all I wanted, I would have ditched you when you pushed me away. I want to be with you, Lilah. I’m not in this for a one-night stand or a fling. I’m not going to lie. It’s not going to be easy for me. But ... if you want us to wait, we’ll wait.”

    I search his eyes, and he seems sincere. “Really?”

    “Yes. I know I don’t have the best rep. But believe it or not, I can control myself. When you’re ready, let me know.” This brings a smile to my face, and I can feel the weight lifting. Then the conversation suddenly shifts. “Wanna have breakfast tomorrow?”

    I nod. “Yeah. That sounds good.”

    “Cool.”

    We share another sweet kiss and say good-night, and I watch as Jake walks away. Turns out I misjudged him, and I’ve never been so happy to be proven wrong.

@anastacia-lynn

@mypsychoticlove

[claynine]

Sub AOT | Part two

AOT x F!reader

Includes: Mikasa Ackerman, Annie Leonheart, Sasha Braus, Hange Zoe, Pieck Finger, Yelena, Ymir, Historia Reiss, Hitch Dreyse

A/N: The Aot girls just send me to heaven 😫

Mikasa Ackerman:

You wanna dom her? Go ahead, she won't stop you. She is the type of girl that doesn't care who is on top or bottom, who dom's or Sub's, she just wants her and her partner to feel good.

Trusts you a lot so go crazy, grab a vibrator, a strap, just scissor with her, she loves you.

A soft moaner, will never be too loud or too quiet, always just right.

Her favorite thing is scissoring with you, she likes hearing you moan too, to know you like it too. Following your lead, so fold her slightly, spit on her pussy and start scissring her like that, she will go crazy.

No doubt, this girl is a bisexual so, if you wanna have a threesome with a guy or another girl, she is cool with it.

Annie Leonheart:

This girl is also a Bisexual, I just know it.

She is probably a sub because she never really cared for sexual relationships so she doesn't have a single idea of what to do. But even when she learns, she prefers you on top.

Likes using vibrators a lot, aside from you eating her out it's her favorite thing.

Talking about eating her out, she loves it. Your tongue between her folds while a finger enters her makes her back arch.

She is another soft moaner, more of a grunter. Grunts mostly but moans slightly when she's close.

Just enjoys the moment under your touch, so aftercare is important for her. Hug her as you two fall asleep, she will surely not have a nightmare if you do.

Sasha Braus:

A sub for simple reasons: She likes making you happy. So when you told her domming was your thing she said "Well then, I can sub for you!" She's an angel 😫

Loves eating you out though, she will have you trembling. But you eating her out is just as great, making her moan loudly as she cums over your face.

She likes you using a strap on her, seeing you with a plastic dick makes her blush and look away with a small smile, adorable-

If she's eating and you suddenly come up to her, kissing her neck and mumbling in her ear about how much you wanna 'fuck her' she will leave the food for you, that's how much she loves you

Overall a girl I wanna dom, what can I say? 🏃‍♀️💨

Hange Zoe:

(I know they technically don't have a gender but I will use female terms for them)

This woman is a kinky one, like, K I N K Y. Likes Choking and Bondage, those are her favorites.

Finger her under the table while she makes experiment records with Moblit in the room, she will be stuttering on her words as you smirk slightly.

She also loves kissing you, she doesn't know why, she just does. Your soft lips colliding with hers in a tender kiss, she is addicted.

Eat her out after a hard day, being the commander gets to her sometimes and eating her out, later cuddling befire going to sleep will make her smile at the end of a stressful day.

Just enjoy her moans too, because she is not the type to hold them in and will answer questions the next day about "What was all that noise last night?" She will just say "Well, you know, my girlfriends tongue can do magic" you either smile proudly or blush hard, you choose.

Pieck Finger:

A pillow princess without a doubt. She just enjoys being taken care of, just laying down and letting you to the job.

Her favorite thing is Somnophilia, waking up to you under the covers kitty licking her pussy is the best way to wake up.

Likes you using a strap on her, in doggy style of course. Grab a chunk of her tight and squeeze it tightly while kissing her back, thrusts slow and deep, she loves it!

Loves nicknames on her: Princess, Queen, Baby, Sweetie.

Her moans are the most sensual thing you have ever heard in your entire life, enjoy them because I would 🙇‍♀️

Yelena:

This girl is a Lesbian, C'mon!

This woman has the biggest Size Kink ever. Being dommed by a small girl like you (I'm tall but I would look small beside her like- she's a whole small titan) is just the best for her.

Prefers scissoring over dildos but will let you put a small one inside her if you ask her with puppy eyes, she can't fight them.

Likes Bondage, especially on her. Tie her to the bed with one of her own ties, put a strap on her as you fuck yourself on it, she will cum from just seeing you.

Also the kind to worship you, seeing you as a goddess (like zeke lol) so she will eat you out whenever you want or need it. Her mouth working magic between your folds, adding her long fingers to the mix.

Ymir:

A full blown lesbian, (even if Isayama says she's straight, please-)

This girl is a Giving Sub, will follow orders and commands but prefers giving rather than getting.

She'll eat you out, use a strap on you, a dildo, whatever you want. Sometimes curses at herself as she laughs saying "I tell everyone to live for themselves but look at me, living to please you Master~"

Such a tease O M G *screaming intensifies*

Another that loves Nicknames, both for her and for you: Calls you "Master, My Queen, Goddess", likes to be called "Baby and Princess"

Just loveees giving you pleasure, oh, btw, has auralism for sure.

Historia Reiss:

Another Pillow Princess, a shy one at that.

Has the sweetest moans ever, soft and whiny. Not too loud tho, usually her small hand covering her mouth while she blushes.

She wants to give but she can't, she will shyly eat you out sometimes. Maybe even scissor you, one of your legs on her shoulder.

Kiss her a lot, and praise her too. She loves kissing you during you using a strap. Her lips tremble against yours, her hand grabbing yours tightly.

Just love her a lot, her duty as the queen gives her a lot of stress and you kissing her, cuddling her or making 'love' to her makes her extremely happy.

Hitch Dreyse:

A tease, a whole ass tease. Will work you up in whatever you do. Fuck her with your strap, she will say "Is this- mh! -the best you can- do?" so that you go faster.

Likes riding your strap too, smiling and giggling while her face is sweaty and red.

Her moans are loud, not really caring who hears. Sometimes people will come knocking on your door (you two are roommates) asking if anything is wrong. You will have to cover her mouth and say that everything is okay until they leave.

Will make the ahegao face, drool falling from her face.

She is very sensitive, her legs shake as you slap her pussy. A high-pitched moan leaving her lips and after asks you to do it again.

Kind of a masochistic tbh.

[besotted-eros]

Obsessed!Eren Headcanons+

Genre: SFW Headcanons + NSFW scene under cut

Summary: Eren being helplessly in love with you, and the night where he could show you just how bad.

Content: Bit of toxic jealousy, obsessive thoughts, losing virginity, romance,established relationship,oral (female receiving), unprotected sex

AN: Take some fluff, take some angst, take some smut and don't say I don't feed you

Eren loves so deeply, so passionately, so possessively. From the moment his heart decides on you, you are twisted in him. Yours is the first name on his lips in the morning, whether he wakes up beside you, or in a barracks beside Armin. Or in a jail cell alone. He thinks of you obsessively, weaving you into everything he does.

He used to follow you, sorting his schedule by yours. You would find him by your door, by the table you liked to read at, waiting for you expectantly.

It's almost scary sometimes. He makes your breath falter with his intensity, his need for you. You know he means it that he'll go mad if he ever loses you.

He keeps a note you wrote him in the inner pocket of his jacket. It doesn't say much, a quick entreatment to sleep and eat, your name signed with love. When he salutes his fist rests over it. He pledges to more than the scouts. It remains there long after his last salute.

He steals your hair ties, often reaching up to touch his hair when your absence gets too much. When his hair is down, falling below his shoulders like a chestnut curtain, he keeps it around his wrist. When he loses himself in the fog of memories that don't belong to him, he snaps it. It reminds him of the way you'd tap the back of his hand, pulling him back into the world of the living. You are his anchor.

He refuses to keep his hands off you in public, even if it gets him in trouble. No amount of scolding from Levi will make him stop touching your waist as you pass by during training, or pulling you in for a kiss before zipping away. Your friends become use to it, the way Eren will pull you against him when you sit together, or move you into his lap. His hands will rest on your hips, rub your shoulders. But he loves holding your hand above all. It's the way the world knows you are tied. Bound.

There are only a few people allowed to touch you. Mikasa, Armin. Sasha on good days. One time Jean attempted to throw a casual arm around you as you spoke, and was quickly thrown to the ground. Yes, Eren and Jean fought. But this time was different. Eren spat in his face, baring his teeth as he delivering a bone crunching punch. "Don't. Fucking. Touch her." He growled, sounding more animal than man. He never apologised for that. You were careful to keep your space from other men too.

When you're apart he is hollow. Listless. He imagines what you're doing, if you're safe. If you're missing him. He pictures you in trouble without him, and it stirs him into action, to find you faster. To wrap you in his arms, the only place you'll ever truly be safe.

When you reunite, it brings him to tears. They quiver in the corners of his verdant eyes as he tenderly cradles you, large hands stroking through your hair. He buries his face in you so you won't see them. And he says your name. Over and over. Like a chant. Like a prayer. Like a thank you.

There is one time that those tears fall. It is when he takes you, when he gives himself to you.

The evening had been perfect, ignoring the upcoming trip to Marley that weighed heavily on all minds. You didn't want to think about that, instead focusing on the spiced wine that Levi had quietly pushed into your hands while Hange grinned from behind him. And the way Eren traced circles on your knee, his normal stoic face softened into a half smile.

You snuck away from your friends, leaving Connie and Sasha bellowing a war song while Mikasa tried to force Sasha's shirt back on. You had tapped his wrist, and soon you were out of the mess hall, holding onto each other as you stumbled into the moonlight. You kissed, soft and repeated, your lips unbearably supple under his. Eren wondered if the butterflies would ever fade as your head leaned against his shoulder. He never wanted them to. He wanted to love you like he was free falling from a wall, with his heart in his throat and life bursting from every pore.

Soon you found yourself at the door to the room you shared with Mikasa and Sasha. This is where you would usually part, with him kissing your forehead goodnight. He would quell his thoughts of you in the shower later, your name hot on his tongue as the cool water cascaded over his firm body.

But this time you pulled him in.

When he laid you on the bed, your soft hair splayed across the over the pillow like a sunburst, his heart stopped. He had seen this before. He had dreamt it. There was no god to Eren, no angels. But in that moment he knew he had found someone to worship.

But nothing could have prepared him for how it felt. Lips meeting like crashing waves, the soft gasps that left your throat as his hands found parts of you no one else would ever touch. He wanted to run his fingers across every inch, to discover you like a new world. Here, the dip of your hips. There they smooth into your legs, here into your ass where the flesh was soft and pliable under his fingers. His thumb brushed across your lips, and when you took into your mouth, tongue tracing the pad of it, he groaned.

He could have ruined you right then and there. But he held back.

Eren memorized you, the feel of your chest against his and the way you kissed his collarbone until it was a field of blooming bruises. Tomorrow he would wear his shirt unbuttoned, wearing your love like a medal. He returned the favour in tenfold, leaving blossoms of soft purple across your neck. They were rewards for every time you touched him. How good it felt. Eren had never felt this good. Soon your chest was littered with them, his mouth hot and desperate on your breasts. Here he seemed to say. I have touched you here, and here. I loved you there, and there.

You spoke his name into the night like a prayer. The want in it, the need of him. It twisted his stomach into a rosary as he held your face and kissed you like a blessing. He liked how your mouth formed him, called him forth into the world. He wanted more of that.

So he kissed his way down, teeth sneaking out every once in a while to nip at your supple skin. You found where you wanted him most, where you throbbed with want. You were so delicate under his fingers as he dipped them into you, walls fluttering as your toes curled. Your hands found his hair, encouraging him further as his tongue slid against your clit, making you buck.

He could do this to you. He could make you putty under his fingers. This strong, demanding woman who slayed those who threatened her, reduced to whimpering his name.

His. Eren was making you his. He was defiling you in the softest of ways, pressing your legs open, your slick slit parting for him. He dragged his tongue up, down, up again to circle your throbbing clit. When you looked down at him, his eyes were glazed green glass, your wetness making his lips shine. He pulled his fingers out, holding the soaked fingers towards you. Obediently you took them into your mouth, and he gasped against your warmth, sucking at your clit in response and making you throw your head back. Your throat exposed, vulnerable and ridden with angry bruises.

He couldn't handle it. His shaft was hard against the bed as he pressed into it, but it wasn't enough. It would never be enough. And then you pulled up, tugging his long hair. You licked yourself off his lips, tasting how you coated his tongue. Your legs were still spread, exposed for him. Eren angled himself, his dripping head aligned with your wet entrance, while he kissed his love into you.

"Please," you asked, it was all Eren needed.

And then you were connected. His fingers found yours, and you held tightly to his hand as hips rocked against yours. Your eyes were closed, pinched tightly at the sensation of pleasure and pain radiating from the warmth between your legs. He was big. He was so big.

Eren whispered your name.

"Look at me. Look at me while we do this." He murmured, his nose tracing your cheek as he peppered soft kisses on your jaw.

You did, meeting his green gaze. His mouth opened, a kick of pleasure making his toes curl as he adored you. The way you stared up at him, a look he would never see you give another. Your hand moved to cup his cheek, breasts bouncing as his body picked up speed. He was desperate. He was aching. He had pictured you like this for so long, but his dreams held no candle to the way your walls gripped him.

"Never. Never let another man touch you." He panted, his heart soaring as you nodded, nails digging into his shoulder as you held on to him, feeling him rail into you. "Be mine. Be forever mine. Please y/n..." His voice broke as he picked you up from the bed, needing to feel even closer. Even tighter. Your legs wrapped around him in response as your moans hit a fervored pitch. He gripped your thighs, using them to bounce you up and down his veiny shaft, using you to milk him. Eren sat back, letting the moonlight bathe your back as your hair stuck to your skin, mingling with his.

"I love you." He said. It cut through your incoherent moans, your whimpers of satisfaction. You pulled back to rest your forehead against his, letting yourself stare at him. To be seen by him. He could have done anything to look at you forever, to live his world only through your eyes.

"I love you too, 'ren." You whispered, and it pushed him over the edge. He slammed you back into the bed, load whines ripping from his throat as his hips snapped against yours over and over. You. You. You. You invaded his every sense, his every particle. You were Eren's everything.

When he came, it was like a dam breaking. Flooding you, making you cream around him. You overflowed with him, and he was at once addicted to the sensation. You cried out with him, your moans mingling as his hot mouth overtook yours. His cheeks were wet. He shook as you kissed, collapsing against you. His body was hot and muscular, the scratches you left on his back steaming slightly.

You lay there for peaceful moments, pressing your face into the top of his head while he listened to your heartbeat. He would do anything to ensure that it would never stop. He was going to do anything to ensure it never stopped.

Even if that meant he wouldn't always be there to hear it.

[creampuffqueen]

incoherent amphibia headcanons

it's my interpretation about what happened after the time skip so i get to decide the headcanons! or something like that.

read my rambling thoughts under the cut

marcy's dad's new job is located in houston, texas (bc for real that's where all of elon musk's californian workers are going and i think it would be hilarious is marcy's dad worked for elon musk)

sasha has siblings. several. she gives me huge 'middle child of divorce' vibes. so, in order, the waybright siblings are as follows: clara, sasha's older bio sister, alexandra, younger half sister, greta, younger half sister, nadia, younger half sister, and max, younger half brother. the half siblings all have the same father

marcy's shitty parent is her dad. sasha's shitty parent is her mom. not to say the other parents are fantastic, but those two are... not great

sasha had a terrible relationship with her siblings before amphibia, and absolutely despised her step mom. after amphibia she makes a point of repairing those relationships, and becomes very close to her family

except for her mom, who is toxic af. their relationship only gets slightly better when she moves out. even still, sasha really can't stand her

in high school, anne became the popular one. she's so kind and likable, most people do. even though sasha is on the cheer team, she doesn't like to associate with them a ton

while sasha is still active in cheer, she ends up joining speech and debate and model UN, and that's where she makes all her good friends

what causes the drifting between sasha and anne is the fact they don't share any classes freshman or sophomore years of high school. not spending that much time together naturally leads to drifting apart. it's not a falling out or anything, as they are still great friends, they just don't really see each other much, which opens the door for more new friends

every summer during their high school years, marcy flies down to spend a week or so with the girls. at first she's able to go visit during breaks as well, but eventually it's just limited to the summer. when the girls go to college they don't visit in person at all until after they graduate

marcy joins a lot of different art and writing clubs in high school. her parents want her to join things like math and science clubs, but she resists

anne is able to take a marine biology elective her freshman year, as it sounded kind of interesting

that summer before sophomore year, anne discovers a herpetology camp put on by the university of san diego. it's an expensive sleep away camp, but as soon as she hears it's about frogs, she leaps on it (hehe)

unfortunately she found out to late to attend, so she makes a deal with her parents: if she raises half of the funds, she can go next summer

so she does

summer before her junior year, anne goes to herpetology camp and falls in love

sasha has her first serious boyfriend her sophomore year. his name is jackson, he plays football, and he's super chill

sasha discovers she's bisexual when she's a junior in high school. she is the last to know. so after finding out, she cuts her hair into the iconic bisexual bob

sasha's boyfriend is chill with her being bi, but unfortunately the relationship ends when they are both seniors. he's going to play football for yale, and sasha is staying in la. they part on very good terms and continue to be friends

summer before her senior year, anne gets the opportunity, having attended the herpetology camp previously, to go on a two week trip to costa rica to learn and study frogs. she manages to raise enough money to go, and it's one of the best experiences of her life

this solidifies her wanting to study herpetology in college

anne attends the university of san diego and gets a degree in herpetology

sasha attends the university of california los angeles to get a degree in physcology (sorry guys i can't spell lmao)

marcy attends st. edwards, a private college in austin, tx, and gets a degree in web design (though she major hops a lot and ends up with minors in art and video game development)

(tumblr is a bitch and won't let me tell y'all abt pets or their reunion or falling in love and shit. damn it)