#l&ds tara

[skynapple]

Budding Romance | Ch. 16

Love and Deepspace | Jeremiah x MC / slow-burn / friends-to-lovers | Themes: angst, guilt, fluff

warnings: none

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"Stalker" Tara wants to do some research.

Tara wasn't one for idleness. She enjoyed constant company, chatter, and  entertainment. Finding out her new best friend had a massive crush was a thrill that topped all the rest lately. Just what type of person was he? She determined in her mind to find out and learn more about him, just for safety sake. Although, her fellow huntress had conveniently refused to tell her the name of the flower shop. It took some investigation, but eventually she had narrowed it down to two options. The amount of male-owned floral shops were slim to none within an hour circumference.

Time to take a trip!

Early on a late-summer morning, she set out to hunt the man down. Her first stop was an ornate shop on the west side of Linkon, ‘the fancy district’ as she referred to it. Expensive florals swathed in brilliant silks and ornaments decorated the large place, known most greatly for its extravagant wedding arrangements. In short time, she had her answer. This was the wrong place -leaving one last location on her list, which was on the other side of town. The much smaller shop, “Philo,” had no website, no social media presence. It existed only as a blip in an old map and word-of-mouth.

Upon entering, she admired the florals and quaint aesthetic. To her shock, the man who appeared to greet her not the man her friend had described, but an all-too-familiar blonde headed, blue-eyed hunter, wearing a dark apron over casual clothes. 

“Oh! It's you!” She exclaimed, her cheery voice filling the whole shop.

For just a moment Tara wondered if somehow her thoughts were misplaced, now thinking, Does she actually have a crush on Xavier? Then she recalled the image she had been shown at their lunchtime exchange and shook off the thoughts.

"Xavier, is this your side job? Who knew!"

“Oh... no.” The man look a little awkwardly away, but smiled. It was different to see him not so 'standoffish' as people in the office liked to refer to him as. Though their fellow hunters regarded him highly, everyone knew how anti-social he was. “I'm just filling in for a friend today.” He finished.

“Really!! Oh, so is your friend the owner of this place? That’s cool! Where’s he at?”

He set the mister on a shelf and yawned. "He was tired today.”

She giggled. "Xavier, you're one to talk! You know your partner always tells me you pretty much sleep anywhere and everywhere, anytime you get!"

Before Xavier could respond to that, she gabbed on.

"So, are you getting paid? Must be nice! Oh my gosh, wait, she was right your eyelashes are totally blonde!"

"... What?"

Xavier shifted uncomfortably, hand reaching up to the back of his neck awkwardly. 

She couldn't read him really, just that he was awkward as usual. Once again, before he could say anything else, she interrupted any possibility of him getting a word in.

“Wait, can you help me then? I was going to get something here for our teammate, you-know-who. I was thinking something cute for her desk! Ah, your shared desk? Her side? I was thinking something small and pretty. Or maybe something large and elegant! Like a huge lily! Wait, should I wait for the owner to return? You wouldn't know would you? Do you know when he'll be back?"

Xavier couldn't take it. “Let me check the back and see if he's around…” He said, leaving in such haste he nearly knocked a large pot over.

While she waited, she shopped around, finally settling on what to get her colleague as an excuse to be in the shop. She has no idea what her friends’ crush could be up to. As her thoughts wondered, she heard a noise from the door leading to the back that startled her. Xavier emerged from behind the door, carrying the half limp form of another man. The sight made her gasp softly. Honey brown curls. That had to be him - and he was passed out.

"Oh no! Is that your friend? Is he ok? Is he drunk??"

"Can you get the door?"

Placement-wise, he was her superior and sort of a legend, she didn't bother to question him when given a command.

"Do you need help? Are you sure he doesn't need first aid?" She said. It secretly occurred to her to text her friend, but only after making sure the man was ok.

"Actually..." Xavier started, glancing behind him and adjusting the man's arm over his, then flinging his whole limp body over his shoulder. "Can you lock up? I need to take him home. I think his keys are..." He fished around the mans pocket with a free hand with some effort and handed it to her.

"O-Of course! But...if these are his keys, then how will you-?" 

"His spare. Sorry, I'll see you."

Tara felt the wind rush through her short strands and Xavier was gone with a flash of light and a gust of wind. Having received no other explanation, she was left alone, dumbfounded, with only instructions. She figured out how to switch the lighted "open" sign off, and fumbled through the sets of keys until finding the one that worked. It felt strange to hold a physical key, she wasn't sure if she'd actually ever used one before. It felt a little fun and retro.

When she was sure the door was secure, she picked up her mobile device and contacted her friend.

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"Whathappened?" Her fellow huntress and best friend asked, sliding into the booth at the cafe they agreed to meet at. As Tara relayed the events of the morning, her hands rose to her mouth, a pensive expression as she sat incredulously.

There were many things she couldn't wrap her head around, from the fact that Tara went through the trouble of finding out where her crush worked, and then the fact that Xavier was there helping, and finally that Jeremiah was not in good condition.

"I don't know! At first Xavier said that the owner was out, and then that he was in the back, and then he didn't really say anything! He did not look good let me tell you. I'm kind of worried myself.”

It hadn't exactly been a good first impression, but she was willing to give him the benefit of the doubt. She thought if Xavier was handling it, then it should be fine. Although, it was her friend’s crush, and if she had an opportunity to find out more about him, even if it was information that might encourage her friend not to pursue him, then she figured it was better to let things happen that way. After all, her cards that morning had told her so.

Tara placed a rather old-fashioned-looking set of keys in front of them on the table they were seated at. Gingerly, her friend picked it up and ran a thumb over the leather strap holding the keys together. It had his name engraved on it.

"I'll make sure I get it to him. Thank you, Tara."

[manikas-whims]

how i think the Love and Deepspace characters would respond to mc/you saying:

"can you buy me pads?"

TARA

XAVIER

ZAYNE

RAFAYEL

CALEB

[yuzuocha]

Tara: Hey, where'd you buy your top?

MC: [turns to Zayne]

Zayne: ?

MC: Tara asked me where I bought you.

@anxiousgoddest calling you out

[lovelaughsimp]

I'm in love with l&ds fandom. Though, I don't have any friend in the fandom. Watching everyone interact is so freaking cute and adorable. Everyone from those who just like the posts, to those who posts, to those who does those gimmick blogs, the letter one, the polls one, the shy one . Everyone of you is so so so so so so adorable and cute and gorgeous and beautiful and many more words. Whenever I saw that some of the babies are shy or embarassed or doesn't feel seen, it broke my heart, truly. Ykw i felt like a mother whose felt embarassed, shy, unseen by everyone, this was really sad. Omgfgg if i could I'll hug all of you my babies. I also wanna scold and hug you cause my cuties adorable babies you are so much deserving of love and how dare you think you are jot deserving of love. Ugh you cuties don't overthink. ily all <3

( sorry my elder sister persona and therapist daughter is coming out )

[aly4khq]

✧˚ · . i think...𓇢𓆸

- xᴀᴠɪᴇʀ -

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lately, the tension between you and Xavier has gotten worse with each passing day. the last time you both had a conversation was when you were in a meeting that was about your next mission. majority of your co-workers and your team had easily noticed the growing hatred that was spreading around the air. it broke your heart, it broke his but neither of you have the courage to talk it out.

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"stop acting stupid. that's all i'm trying to say?" his voice boomed with fury, reaching your ears in a disgusting tone. his cerulean eyes dark with disgust, staring at you like you've betrayed him. his demeanour crazily shifted from how he was before.

"how am i acting stupid? all i did was save that girl! you want me to let her die?" your voice didn't compete with his, you're carrying regret for something you didn't do wrong in. you were furious, yes, but showing that would only made that worse. your arms crossed as you mumbled under your breath.

"what was that? say it out loud." he walked closer to you, his steps heavy against the floor of your apartment. stepping back to keep a distance, your arm uncrossed just in case he lashes out.

"you could've died...huh? is that was you want? to be dead? that's selfish, you're being selfish. stop that." his hand lifted to his hip, his upper torso leaning over you.

"so what if i died? i would've died a hero. i barely got injured, it wasn't even that bad of a wanderer. any beginner could beat that." arguing back, his eyes widened at your statement. they turned black, you couldn't see xavier in them anymore.

you couldn't hear the soft voice of your love.

you couldn't feel his soft touch, just harshness.

you couldn't breathe.

your own eyes rose in size as you realised where his hand landed, straight on your neck. his grip tightened, leaving you no choice but to suffer under his gaze. he was crazy, he looked crazy. the pure evil in his face terrified you.

"barely got injured?! you broke your hand!! how dumb are you to understand that you're not destructible!!" his voice was what nearly made you cry out of pain, he was serious yet so aggressive.

"xav-agh- mhm-" you struggled to get his attention, your hand grasping his to try and pry him off, the other no use. his words weren't reaching your ears, they were mumbles; the ringing interrupted every letter.

you came to your last conclusion, you tap his arm thrice, harsh taps to be in fact. it was your safeword, but right now you couldn't do anything else. somehow, that clicked to him.

his eyes shifted back to its original colour, his hand loosing its harmful grip of your neck as he stepped back in horror. as his hands slowly retreated to his side, he tried to get a hold of himself; his mouth agape in surprise.

"fuck- are you okay? i didn't mean it. shit! um-" he scrambled to fine something to help your coughing fit, his last resort was getting some water. he handed the bottle to you before he helped you drink.

after, you held the counter, not daring to stare at him in fear that you might see that face again. your voice was soft and cracked with your gentle cries in between.

his mind cursed at him for doing something so idiotic, he knew that you won't want for him to be here. but his heart still broke when he heard those words.

"...i think you should go..."

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no one knew the story, only you and him. that same day, you had requested for another partner to work with. luckily, it was tara. but sometimes you can't hide stuff from your best friend. especially if she's with you nearly every day.

"babe come on. you're not fine. i know it. please talk to me." she begged and pleaded for you to stop keeping it in. she held you tightly as she rubbed your arm. her face the saddest it's ever been. she caressed your face with her other hand, lifting your head up to see your face clearly.

"you can always talk to me. i promise." her kindness watered your eyes, making you feel so loved and welcomed. sitting up straight, you sighed before laying your head on her shoulder.

"not yet tara...i think i should wait." your voice softened her ears, the tears embedded in your words. understandingly, she nodded while nuzzling her head onto of yours.

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"you STUPID idiot! how could you screw up this bad xavier?!"

shouts and yells echoed in every corner of xavier's apartment, your hands grasping tara's bicep as you begged her to shut up and leave. her finger in his face as she scolded him angrily. you had finally told her, preparing yourself for this.

"tara-" "NO. listen babe, i can't sit past this. he WHAT?!"

oh my gosh. pulling on her jumper, your voice increased in volume as well. "tara! come on!!" she squirmed in your grasp, her eyes full of so much emotion. you were started to get a little bit more excited the more she scolded xavier but you laughing would add fuel to the fire.

"what an idiotic boyfriend you are. i gave you one job- JUST ONE. and you mess it up. take care of her. simple instructions and you know what you said that you will take care of her until your last breathe. might as well stop breathing. my gosh, what a-

BANG!

she slammed her hand onto the wall beside her, the sound vibrating through the air. your eyes narrowed at her strength.

-fucking LIAR!"

finally moving her to the door, you tried to calm her down in your own words, only stopping to open the door properly, pushing her out gently. you hesitated to follow.

turning your head to face xavier, he was staring at you, in melancholy. a part of you wanted to have a conversation, one that lasted for as many hours as it took just for you two to go back to how you were before.

"babe! let's go."

it felt like stinging needles as you forced yourself to pull away from his dreadful eyes, tara watching you like a hawk as she let you say your last words.

"...i'll think i should go..."

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idk if i wanna finished this.

anyway

do not steal any of my work even tho they are trash!

date made: 29-31/05/24

[tumbling-through-deepspace]

The Hunter, a baby and the unexpected forming of family in unlikely places

Summary:

Hunter Lyssa Williams finds a baby abandoned outside her apartment complex. The 24-year-old is way over her head and does not know the first thing about looking after a tiny human. However, as the saying goes, 'it takes a village to raise a child' and in her case a group of unlikely men come along for the ride.

Genres: Slice of life, comfort, eventual relationships, eventual romance, enemies to friends, frenemies, fluff...

Word count: 2772 words

Eventual Relationships: Xavier/MC/Rafayel

Zayne/Sylus/Lyssa

Chapter One: The Introduction to It All

It was one of the worst days of her life. Work was hell having to battle high level wanderers—just thinking about it made the cut on her arm burn. Then Tara and her bestie could not shut up about their last shipping escapade.

Their captain was in one of her moods as well, despite the woman trying to mask it well, Lyssa always had a way of picking up the slightest twinge of facial muscle and body language that speaks otherwise. Then finally her motorcycle refused to work, keeping her stranded in Linkon city.

“This day couldn’t get any worse than what it already is.”

Like a preferable middle finger sent her way from the Deep space tunnel, the sky opened sending a heavy shower of rain. The biggest fuck you were shouted to the sky as she stormed off, ignoring the shell-shocked looks from a few co-workers that exited the building at that moment.

Lyssa disliked the busy city life and only ventured in it due to working for the Hunter’s Association and its necessities that she couldn’t get from her home that was located on the outskirts of the city before it crossed over to the N109 zone.

The scowl on her face deepened knowing that her only option now was having to use the apartment she had on standby for emergencies.

Cursing profanities under her breath she continued along, too angry to care about the rain soaking her clothes and temporarily obstructing her vision.

Within fifteen minutes the doors of the apartment building came into view, and she hurried along, shaking the water from her hair as she finally took shelter. Lyssa sighed, leaning against the wall and willed herself to start her deep breathing exercises recommended by her therapist whenever she felt overwhelmed.

It took a while, but she came back to herself as her breathing regulated. The hunter slowly made her way to the door when her hearing picked up on soft whimpers and the rustling of fabric.

Years of training sharpened her senses, and her eyes zoned onto a few boxes that were left out. At first, she thought maybe it was a trick of her ears until the whimpering became a little louder. Moving forward she squatted and inspected the boxes.

Stuffed to the back of the wall was a box of medium size, slightly opened. Lyssa was expecting a puppy or maybe a kitten, the shock of finding a baby blew her mind out of the water.

Like who the hell leaves a baby in a fucking box, outside a building were anyone could either steal it, kick it or heavens forbid, the garbage disposal unit fetches it away unknown to anyone. There were orphanages for crying out loud, child protective services… just why? Why?

Wasting no time, she scooped up the box, punched in the building’s security code and raced to get to her apartment. The child needed to get warm and fed. Oh God! How long were they in the dam box?

The whimpering stopped and Lyssa panicked, peeping inside to make sure the child was still breathing. She let out a relieved sigh at the steady rise and fall of the child's chest. Only a few minutes ago she was angry at being stranded in the city and now was appreciative of the inconvenience.

She refused to let her mind think of what if. As the hunter entered her apartment, she knew making decisions on what next raised her anxiety, and so she needed a second opinion. It was time to call an old acquaintance.

“The number you’ve dialed in currently unavailable. Hang up and try again or leave a message after the beep.”

This was the third day in a row they were unsuccessful in getting on to Lyssa. Dr. Zayne looked at his phone as the call disconnected once again. A week ago, his colleague Dr. Waverly came to him in concern that one of his patient Lyssa Williams missed a very important appointment which was unusual for the young woman to do; there was no call, no correspondence.

Why the doctor told him this left him a bit puzzled. Zayne and Lyssa—even though they have been acquainted with each other for a few years—rarely spoke to each other and sometimes on visiting the hospital she would exchange pleasantries and nothing more.

Dr. Waverly stated that Lyssa did not have a next of kin or emergency contact listed on her record, making it difficult to make any contact. Even her place of employment hasn’t seen the young woman for the same duration and being unable to make contact. Dr. Waverly came to him with hope that might find a way to contact the woman.

The light rapping on his door brought the doctor from his thoughts. Looking up his gaze met his friend and patient Jasmin.

“I hope I’m not interrupting anything important. I can always come back.”

Zayne cleared his throat “No. That won’t be necessary, you are scheduled for a checkup, and it would be counterproductive if you rescheduled.”

Jasmin entered the room taking a seat. She was about to speak again when her eyes landed on the file on Zayne’s table, recognizing her co-worker’s face even though it was upside down.

“Have you gotten on to her?”

Zayne took a moment to understand who Jasmin was referring to. He looked at the file once more before closing it.

“I take it no one has been successful on your end?”

“No and it is concerning. Lyssa is not one to go AWOL. As much as she complains about hating having to work in the city, she is always present. I swear her attendance is almost perfect, works even when sick but this sudden disappearance is so unlike her.”

“Has no one taken the initiative to visit her home, to see if she is there?”

Jasmine huffed “Tara and I have but the only problem with that plan is no one knows where she lives. The address in the Hunter database is fake. She was so crafty about it, using an address that wouldn’t be suspicious if you don’t know what you’re looking for. I went to it to find a bakery.”

Zayne raised an eyebrow. He never realized that Lyssa was such a private person that she would lie about where she lived.

“I even went to our Captain, but she said Lyssa was away on a mission which I don't believe. I just hope she’s alright.”

The good doctor couldn’t help but nod in agreement, yet he felt he was missing something. “If you don’t mind, can you give me that address.”

A week and change ago

“At this point I should stop being surprised every time I get a call from you. Yet again, the only time you do call is when you’re in a predicament. So, what is it this time?”

Lyssa groaned in exasperation, her nerves were already in a state of turmoil and this jackass wasn’t helping “Dox now is not the time. You have experience with babies, right?”

The voice on the other line went silent “What the fuck did you do this time? You pregnant or something? Dam Lyssa, I know we haven’t spoken in a while but the last thing I expected was you popping out kids. Wait didn’t your doctor say that doing that would--”

“WOULD YOU STOP TALKING! IT’S NOT MINE! I NEED YOUR HELP CAUSE I’M WAY OVER MY HEAD HERE.”

The child in her hand squirmed before letting out an ear-piercing scream. Lyssa dropped the phone in surprise, hearing it clatter to the floor but did not try to pick it up, her focus entirely on calming the crying infant.

“Shh… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to shout but I have no idea what I’m doing. Shh… it’s alright.”

“YO LYSSA! PICK UP THE PHONE AND PUT ON YOUR CAMERA.”

She glanced down, hearing Dox shouting and carefully retrieved the phone.

“I have you on speaker give me a minute to boost up the computer and switch the call over to that device.”

Lyssa did that quickly while simultaneously rocking the now fretting child. The exasperated expression of Dox popped on; his eyes swept over her person before landing on the child in her arms. He grinned like the cat that caught the canary.

“Well, well, well. Child theft is a new low even for you Dove.”

“I called for your assistance not your judgment and if you must know, I found them outside my apartment building, abandoned and left in a box. What was I to do? Leave them there?”

The cheerful look in Dox’s eyes left almost instantly “In a box? Don’t people know about orphanages or child services—whom you should have contacted. Why are you taking on this responsibility Lyssa?”

“My thoughts exactly. Why I haven’t called them is because I don’t want to. Have you forgotten my own experience or Alexandra’s or what about Rose?”

“That was years ago, the system has improved, you know this.”

“I don’t care. I refuse to let this child go through even a smidge of what we experienced and the thought of any organization raising a child sickens me.”

“Your bleeding heart is raising its head. Here I thought you locked away these emotions.”

“You are such a jackass Dox.”

Dox laughed “The jackass you called for help. Anyway, you should come to my place. I have tons of space, and the gang will be happy to see you again.”

“I refuse to come to the N109 zone. I think you’ve forgotten who I’m employed with.”

“Something you shouldn’t have done but I guess at the time you didn’t have much of a choice but be honest, is there really anything holding you back from quitting?”

“Not really,” she said without hesitation “But I don’t want to right now.”

Dox groaned “Girl, it’s not like you have to work. You got a shit ton of money than most people left by—”

Lyssa hissed angrily, being careful not to wake the child that fell back asleep “which I will not touch.”

“Lyssa, we spoke about this already. The money is yours. You deserve it after what happened. If you’re going to keep and raise the child which I know you will, your hunter salary wouldn’t last. Looking from here, they don’t look older than 5 months and you can’t return to work unless you hire a nanny which I advise against.”

Lyssa scowled “I hate when you’re right.”

“Saved you tons of headaches over the years because I’m mostly always right. Now, take my advice like the cute Dove you are and tell me what you want for dinner, Rose and I will be there in under an hour with some things for you and the kid.”

“I really need a crochet hook and wool of every color. This apartment doesn’t have any of my supplies and I feel out of place without seeing wool around the house.”

“You are such a granny.”

“Fuck you, Dox.”

“Sorry Dove, I am spoken for but thanks for thinking of me in that light.”

“Eww. Get off my computer. I’ll see you in an hour.”

True to his word, Dox arrived just under an hour, hands filled with bags of all sizes. Rose followed behind with several boxes.

“Where’s the wee babe. Let me get a good look at ‘em,” Rose asked excitedly. She was a petite woman, three years older than Lyssa, with red curly hair and soft features.

“That babe is sleeping so please don’t wake them.”

Dox snorted “Relax Dove. Rose is a baby expert; she is a Pediatric nurse after all.”

It was at that moment that Lyssa noticed Roses’ medical bag.

Rose gave her a reassured smile “Get something to eat, you look like you haven’t eaten all day and for the love of sake get out of that Hunter uniform.”

Dox gently pushed Lyssa to the direction of her room “You heard the nurse, get going, I’ll dish out dinner.”

Thanking them she did as was instructed. The warm water did wonders for her aching muscles and as she stood under the shower, a list of things that she had to take care of rushed through her mind.

Dox was right, she couldn’t rely on her hunter’s salary alone and speaking of work, being a Hunter wasn’t a safe career if she was going to be raising a child. She would have to request time off. Lyssa didn’t think it was smart to just up and resign, it would raise suspicion which she didn’t want.

She would have to call Captain Jenna in the morning. Next would be getting a crib and stocking up on formula and baby items. Then there is also the issue of making sure the child is not found out by Child services which shouldn’t be an issue with Alexandra and Dox involved.

Then there is her upcoming doctor’s appointment with Doctor Waverly which she would have to miss. Dam, it’s only been a few hours and already her whole life was being reshuffled.

Stepping out the shower, she hurried to get dressed and rejoin the others not wanting to keep them waiting.

When she stepped into the living room, Rose was in the process of putting a new outfit on the baby, cooing and looking excited.

Not too far from the couch stood a crib and a baby swing. Then on the center table had a pile of clothing, diapers, wipes, some books and other baby things.

“Lyssa come join me. Dox is in the kitchen putting away the bottles and formula.”

“When he said he was bringing a few things I wasn’t expecting all this. Saves me the hassle of getting them myself. Thank you.”

“None of that, we weren’t going to leave you headless about this. I think what you’ve chosen to do is admirable, and I agree with your decision to raise this child. Now, you will be pleased to know that apart from a few diaper rashes, she is a healthy baby. Dox wasn’t off about her age either; she is five months old. Poor thing being left alone the way she was.”

Lyssa sat down and observed the way Rose clothes the child. The delicate movements and soft touches. It was a relief knowing the baby's gender since it will help with research.

“To be honest I wasn’t sure whether or not you guys would help, after all, I stay away.”

Rose raised a brow “We know your personality. We know you little one. Even though you act like you’re better off alone, we’ll always offer a helping hand despite you being a stubborn arse.”

That made Lyssa laugh “Thank you regardless.”

“You’re welcome. Now let’s leave this other little one to sleep since I’ve given her a feed and we can move this conversation to the kitchen. Dox and I have a few things to discuss with you.”

Present day

Lyssa rouse from her nap at the sound of rapping on her door. The night before little Ella refused to sleep, extremely fussy and did not want to be put in her crib. The little girl was now puckered out, fast asleep on her chest, fist clutching the shirt she wore.

The rapping persisted and Lyssa had a good mind to ignore whoever was at the door. All she wanted to do was sleep. Sleep deprivation was no joke.

Carefully putting the babe to her shoulder, one hand on her back and the other supporting her bottom, she slowly got up and walked to the door.

Blame it on her state of tiredness because she opened the door without checking the peephole.

“I guess I should be relieved that you’re alive, but this was the last thing I expected.”

All traces of sleepiness left her body at the voice of Doctor Zayne. If he found her it means that Doctor Waverly will find out and Jasmin, who will then tell Tara who will tell everyone at the Association, and they will get up in her business. She should have returned home when Dox offered to.

“Whatever you’re thinking, stop. I’m sure you have your reasons for disappearing.”

Lyssa groaned at the absurdness of it all “How the hell did you find my apartment?”

“Jasmin gave me the address from your workplace and your Captain helped with the rest.”

Cursing, she turned and told him to get inside. The day was starting and already turning out to be a pain. She really didn’t want to talk to Doctor Zayne.

A/N: A new chapter will be out every weekend, on Sundays. If you wish to read it on my AO3 account, here's the link.

[letsgauxplay]

I knew it. Our 5th LI is our girl, Tara. 🫶😆

[jenchan-writingmultis]

Caleb x GN Reader Brainrot (Angst with Minimal Comfort)

I should be studying but I wanted to cope, I feel like the game didn't show the grief of Mc properly. Imagine after the death of Caleb and your grandmother, you couldn't help but mourn in the worst way possible, overworking yourself to the brink of passing out at your table, you didn't even eat well, only taking what Tara and Jenna gave, sometimes Jenna had to forcibly ask you to take a leave cause of how messy you were. "You need to take a rest" grabbing the plethora of paperwork while glancing at your computer, seeing how you were trying to find answers to who could have potentially done the accident. "But-" you were going to protest but Jenna cut the conversation short, placing a hand on her hips, "You're allowed to have a paid leave," she said, "I understand that this is the way you're grieving right now, but your performance is dwindling and it's affecting others," adding that, she placed a hand on your shoulder, assuring you that a day or two won't get you behind your work. Sighing, you can't say no to a paid leave, taking your phone, you decide to leave early, saying a few goodbyes to your co-workers and Tara. Who gave you a snack. "Don't beat yourself up for what happened" was the only thing she said before you walked out. Walking out in mid-day was new to you. The breeze feels refreshing after being holed up in your work after the incident. Feeling your chest tighten while you made your way back to your apartment, did you really deserve a break? after what happened? Would Caleb scold you for skipping work? wait no, it wasn't skipping work, you were forced into taking a leave. You didn't want to talk with the other guys right now. After all, before any of them, you were with Caleb first. Opening the apartment door, you're greeted with the mess of an apartment, everything was littered with trash cause of your inability to move, and most of the time you were either in the hospital for a check-up, or at work. You didn't have time to go home at all.

Stepping inside, you noticed the little picture that stood there on your coffee table undisturbed, it was a picture of you and Caleb together after passing the board examination of your respective work. Feeling yourself get overwhelmed with emotions, the last time you held his hand and hugged him felt as if it happened yesterday, wobbling down on the floor as you gripped the picture. If only you were stronger, if only you didn't let him inside the house, you would still have him around. Maybe you're hallucinating but you definitely felt an odd tingling sensation behind your back, it felt like Caleb was there, hugging you from behind. "Caleb..?" you opened your eyes, glancing behind you, no one was there, but you knew that somehow he was there. The cold gush of wind caressed your fingers while you held the picture frame. Maybe you really are going mad when you realize that you heard a faint call of your name, accompanied by the lingering touches that you know all too well. If you were to focus on the "noises" you're hearing, you could tell that whoever was talking said, "I'm sorry". "Couldn't be around to... comfort you" You wanted to laugh, not sure if you should believe that somehow, Caleb was still around, it was funny if he was, why was he apologizing for dying? Oddly enough, this one-sided interaction got you to calm down.

ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ Masterlist I wanted to make more but I made this on a whim, hope you like it though! I was at a loss whether I should continue this with Ghost Caleb hehe, like his side of the story.

[lisharchivez]

(Updating) List of Non playable Characters ID that we got so far. Did i miss anyone??

update :

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Love & Deepspace Chapter 4: Under Twilight Part 2

[skynapple]

Budding Romance | Ch. 9

Love and Deepspace | Jeremiah x MC / slow-burn / friends-to-lovers

warnings: none

Multi-chapter | A03 link

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"Gushing Gossip Girl Talk" Tara's here and she has a lot to say.

The young huntress sat in the middle of her lunch break, across from her eccentric friend and colleague, Tara. The overtly filtered air from within the deepspace hunter’s mess hall somewhat reminded her of a hospital. There were potted plants scattered around the area, meant to make the otherwise stale area welcoming, but felt a bit out of place. The food, at least, was good. Tara held the other woman’s phone in her hands, staring at the contents of the screen.

"That's him? Oh wow." There was a bright glimmer in her eye.

"Tara! Shh!”

It was embarrassing enough to have lead into the conversation about a new cute friend that she might have just slightly developed a crush on. It felt better at least to admit it, and to have her friend at least approve the appearance. She didn't need the entirety of the mess hall to know. 

“Sorry!" She quickly apologized, clutching the phone as if it held something precious. "-but he's so cute!” 

The other huntress, currently a shade deeper in embarrassment, only stared down at her food, poking it with her fork. There was a giddy but reserved tone to her voice as she said, "I know."

Her friend leaned a little closer, short brown hair bobbing with her movement. She kept her voice low, careful to try not to attract any peering eyes from fellow hunters. ”I’m so happy you finally got his number! Has he messaged you?"

"Not...really." She responded, a little withdrawn. "I feel like maybe he's trying to keep things professional. Maybe?”

Tara put a forkful of broccoli in her mouth, thinking as she chewed. The huntress in question was half inclined to believe her friend was coming up with some kind of profound or occult answer, knowing her habits of consulting tarot cards for just about everything. Instead, as she watched her swallow, and was stunned by her next  statement,

“Hmm," She gestured with her fork, "You know how men are. If they're interested, they're interested and they can't help it! If not, then you just won't hear from them." 

Sliding the phone face down across the table to return it, she seemed pretty decisive as she continued. “If they want to, they will. If they won’t, they won’t.”

A bit shocked, the woman retrieved her phone and rubbed the back of her neck, thoughts swirling.

Am I just imagining things? What if he’s only friends with me because Xavier is? What if he just isn’t attracted to me? Am I crazy? He did say something nice things before though…

"Ok but…” She attempted. “Maybe he's just been really busy. He owns a business. And…stuff." It was probably for the best the less people had knowledge of whatever it was that him and Xavier seemed to be involved in. While it was nice to know Xavier trusted him greatly, she still wasn't sure entirely if she could trust either of them whole-heartedly - even if she really wanted to.

The sensation of the slightly sweet food against her tongue as she thought felt like it was taunting her, directly in contrast to the bitterness of her uncertainty.

Tara looked thoughtful again, “I knew your thoughts would be tumultuous when I read your cards this morning! It looks like you’ll have to be careful. I saw a word of warning too! Tread cautiously.” 

With a sigh, she looked down at her food while her friend went on,

“If you want my advice, you deserve someone who's going to show up for you, all the time. And you already had to go through the effort already of getting his number! That’s plenty! Now it's time to sit back and let him show interest."

With a sigh, the woman listening could only stab her food, a little impatiently, wrestling with the fact that she knew the girl was probably right.

“Yeah… I just don’t know what to think. Sometimes I feel like he’s flirting, and sometimes I feel like he doesn’t mean it."

Tara clicked her tongue. "Mixed signals! You really need to be careful.”

Taking a bite of food, she tried to use it to sooth her thoughts. ”I know, I know! I am! But, even if he's not... I mean, he's still been cool to get to know."

She heard her friend giggle, and looked up to see her eyeing her like a cat eyeing its prey. "Yes! Cool, and very cute.”

The encouragement triggered her more gushing thoughts. "And sweet, and helpful, and funny, and-"

"The hair! The eyes!” 

Both girls laughed. While they had only met as adults, she could imagine they would have been good friends in high school, fussing over boys that they weren’t sure would give them the time of day. It would be just like this, over a lunchtime meal. In moments like these, it was hard to believe adults lived any differently. It really reminded her that people tended to be the same as in their hearts, just wrapped in older, aging bodies. 

They talked fora while more, with Tara giving more reminders to be careful, along with a caring yet assertive instruction to give wait at least a week before reaching out again. Thus a deal was made as meal trays were cleared, or else meet Tara's wrath. It was far too soon or early to be considering any kind of relationship, she thought, especially if he wasn’t quite ready or wanting for something serious.

As they began down the corridors towards the large central elevator, she was plagued with thoughts of his past relationship. According to him, it was years ago, but she distinctly remember that he noted it had happened quickly. 

Is that what he’s like when he falls in love? 

Although she had no idea how many relationships he’d actually been in, all she could do was speculate that maybe he was the sort of person who felt deeply. Did he feel like he just knew? Is he that type of passionate person? What if being slow isn’t in his nature? Does that mean he actually might not like me?

"What is it?" Tara asked, concerned at her sudden change in demeanor as they walked.

“Nothing.” She replied, not wanting to go into detail, not really able to even if she wanted to. “Just thinking about what you said. You’re right. I'm going to take it slow.”

“There, there. No need to rush these things!” The brunette bobbed her head up and down as she reached a delicate finger out to press the elevator button. "Let him pursue. You're worth that!"

She smiled. "Thanks, Tara." It was supposed to be encouraging, so why didn't it feel that way? In fact, now she only felt worse about everything. Now, more than ever, all she wanted to do was see him again, as if it would give her any sort of clarity.

No, I have to be patient.

The ladies parted ways to their respective departments. For the rest of the day, the restless huntress poured herself into her busy work, trying not to let her thoughts stray too far.  However, try as she might, she just couldn’t stop thinking of him. She clung to the sweet things he’d said, the way he acted the night of the summer market, the book he bought her that he definitely didn’t have to. There were a few things that added up, and other things that didn’t, like how he never went out of his way to contact her for any sort of small reason. 

Work was a small blessing in that it was at least something of a distraction. That day her duties maintained within the walls of the organization. She’d rather have been fighting wanderers if it meant something else to do with her mind. Then, as if hearing her thoughts, her leader, -a legend in her own right- Captain Jenna approach her desk with an emergency. For the whole rest of the week she was busy with Xavier, buried in a mission work, and along with it, corresponding reports to fill out.

It wasn’t enough that had to spend a lot of her time with Xavier. From then on, she felt she started running into Xavier everywhere. He would pop up in all other areas of her common life: at the  grocery stores closeby their apartment, at the office, in elevators, across the park, by the beach. It wasn’t that she minded, he was sweet enough to help her carry groceries back, or left notes and snacks on her desk since his desk was the one right beside hers. None of it was particularly bad at all, and she liked feeling like she was becoming his friend. Nevetheless, he maintained a certain distance and mystery. Warm then cold. Answers never seemed to be very clear with him. 

When their day off finally came, it was on a normal workday for everyone else in the world. She didn’t care. She was happy for the rest she’d earned. 

"What are you going to do?" She was asking Xavier on their way out of the building. 

"...Sleep."

She wasn’t sure what she expected when he said that. All she could think was, Of course. What she wasn’t expecting was what he brought up next: The topic of the newest installment of a popular movie trilogy. It had recently been released in theaters. For once, it was something a little less stiff, a peer into his daily interests. Both expressed interest in wanting to see it. Then he bluntly asked,

"Really? Then... we could go tomorrow, if you want.”

She felt panic creeping in. It didn’t look particularly good for a young single woman to be going out to the movie theaters of all places with another man who was both good looking and also single, especially when she felt she had no actual interest in seeing him in that way. Plus, as her interest was drawing towards someone else who also just happened to be in close proximity to him, she really didn’t want word getting out that she went out with him to the movies. Even if it was probably fine to be platonic, she had no idea where Xavier actually stood or how he felt. Knowing she had only a split second to come up with an adequate response, she settled on somewhat of a comeback.

“Won’t you fall asleep in the theater? No, thank you." She tried to make it funny, a quiet rejection that she hoped he’d pick up on. He did not.

“I’ll just take a nap before.” He just said, with a soft smile.

The panicked sensation of having to come up with a new excuse continued. “Well, I... usually go see that kind of thing by myself, so I can analyze it. But, thanks anyways!" 

"That's not what you said two weeks ago. You said you hated going to the theater by yourself,” he shook his head, still sounding warm, albeit confused, “Isn’t that why you rent things at home?”

Stunned that he remembered that much, she almost didn’t know what to say. "I do-” She started cautiously, “-but it depends on the movie.” She really hoped she didn’t sound as panicked as she felt. "But, hey, if you see it, we can talk about it after. Anyway, have a good weekend!”

Right when she took a step to move towards a different direction, even if she had to take the long way, she heard him yawn a little and continue to step beside her.

"You're not going home?" He asked, sounding like he’d sleep any moment.

“No,” She said stopping. “I gotta run some errands on my way home.”

"What errands?”  He took a step toward her, making her instinctively shrink back slightly.

She hesitated. "I need a new plant for my work desk. I was thinking an air plant, something I don't really have to...you know.”

He grinned. "You mean something you can't kill? And now I wonder what your specialty is. Killing wanderers, or killing plants."

She made a face at the retort as he laughed before continuing to speak, “Well, you're in luck, we know a guy.”

For some reason, her heart skips a beat. She pretended to be nonchalant. “You do? Oh, wait, that’s right. I almost forgot.”

She wasn’t sure why he seemed almost pleased when she said that, but didn’t question it as he beckoned her to follow. A feeling of excitement and anticipation stirred within her as he began to lead her in a familiar direction towards a certain flower shop. 

After all, it’s been a week.

[manikas-whims]

i have played this game for like.. a grand total of 10 days and i can't stop thinking about this 😂 so here!

used my own model for mc

[u84809p]

I like that we get to see posts from the other characters aside from the main boys like Thomas and even Greyson

[taraandtarot]

What’s something you wish would happen, but know won’t? 

Have you guys ever noticed that Linkon City is, like, really weird about same-sex couples?

They have all these super cute events for romantic holidays, some of which are totally hinging on taking super cute photos or making pretty drawings, but they’re always adding on a rule that you can’t show any… Ah, what did they call it? Boy’s Love? They always specify that!

And what about Girl’s Love, huh?? What about that?? What if you wanna take a photo holding hands with a really pretty girl, or one where you kiss her on the cheek, or one where you’re out on a really nice date, or…!

Uh, sorry, what were we talking about? I got distracted…

[rafayel-fishie-moving]

Let's keep them coming!

One of us, one of us!

Please give a warm welcome to our lovely Tara!

@taraandtarot

Be sure to follow her if you're not already and have fun!

[aly4khq]

in this masterlist, it contains: aot & love and deepspace!

there will be no dark content such as rape — noncon dubcon, cnc — , murder, etc. but no kink shaming! we never know why they enjoy things !

☆ = smut!

◯ = angst!

ꕤ = fluff!

△ = suggestive!

♡ = crack!

➳ 𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕚𝕥𝕒𝕟

ʟᴇᴠɪ ᴀᴄᴋᴇʀᴍᴀɴ:

you are strong. ꕤ

tw: sexual assualt.

ᴏɴʏᴀɴᴋᴏᴘᴏɴ:

pissing us off. ꕤ ◯

tw: arguing.

ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀs:

aot unnecessarily raising their voice at you. ◯

tw: cursing?

aot when you have scarlet witch powers. ꕤ

➳ 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕕𝕖𝕖𝕡𝕤𝕡𝕒𝕔𝕖

ᴢᴀʏɴᴇ:

on time. ꕤ

let's talk ꕤ ◯

too big, hm? ☆

sweet taste ☆

xᴀᴠɪᴇʀ:

i always win ☆

i think... ◯

always tell me ◯ ꕤ

bitch boy ☆

ʀᴀꜰᴀʏᴇʟ:

can't handle it? ☆

rafayel! ☆ ꕤ

i really cried. ☆

sʏʟᴜs :

deep desire ☆ ꕤ ♡

suck it. ☆

take both! ☆

ᴀʟʟ :

a dad's help ꕤ

riding that d! ☆

➳ 𝕤𝕞𝕒𝕦 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥

groups , singular

1) lost and found - complete!

rafayel! ꕤ

xavier! ꕤ

zayne! ꕤ

2) crazy costume - complete!

rafayel! ꕤ

xavier! ꕤ

zayne! ꕤ

3) send the addy - complete!

all! △ ꕤ