#the fucking canteen scene always gets me

[verndusk]

re-drawing a Bad Batch scene a day until season 3 comes out (or i forget): day 31

[coldblooded-angel]

My thoughts during the Churro™ scene as a professionally licensed Yapper:

SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT:

While they’re in the canteen, there’s a moment where Art looks at Patrick and you can clearly see the relief in his eyes that he has his friend there with him. (Or does he??)

I don’t think Art was lying about not keeping in touch with Patrick. In between his tennis career and his relationship, Patrick has neglected Art (which I think is because he’s so used to him being there that he just never fathomed him not being there which makes him complacent in their friendship).

But when Art realizes that once again Patrick has been taken away by just the mere image of Tashi, he’s hurt. I think in that moment Art wanted to feed that hurt, lash out and make Patrick feel the pain he feels for being left out.

Art jokes about Patrick not being there to visit him because he misses him. He misses his friend, his constant and yes, it’s in a joking manner but Patrick sees thru him (as he always does).

(The fucking head tilt took me out because it screams fond like ‘aw baby u really did miss me ure so cute when ure jealous but wont admit it’)

The entire scene (for me) turns into reassurances and doubts. Their friendship was being tested to see if it could withstand having to share their love and space with a third. Having to make concessions and space around their new desire and jealousy.

When Art tries to downplay his thoughts, trying to twist Tashi’s words to manipulate he was clearly being petty but I also think there’s some truth to his statement of not wanting Patrick to get hurt. He is his friend first but he also knows him (the same intrinsic way that Patrick knows Art) and how his friend will be able to bounce back from any relationship because Art truly doesn’t think these two are that serious (blinded by Patrick’s history and his own feelings). So Patrick sees the manipulation for what it is.

(The fond look in his eye when Art isn’t looking. That man is in love your honor!!!!!)

Patrick knows Art was trying to manipulate him. He knows it and he likes it, encourages it even. He looks at him like he’s proud of Art. The fact that it mattered more to him that Art was actually being vocal about his own wants instead of repressing as he always did, even if it was through breaking him and his girlfriend up. He didn’t even see it as a threat because it never occurs to him that he could lose Tashi to Art (or vice versa) because at this point, he’s secure in his place within the triangle. But also reveals how insecure Art feels within that same triangle because of his perceived isolation.

[sharonccrter]

Ooh what’s your analysis of the dorm room scene? I always go back to that scene whenever people say Tashi doesn’t love or care about Patrick because the look on her face and the end of the score when he leaves.

Oh, she definitely, at the minimum, cared deeply about him; however, I think she loved him. People are looking at the wrong scene; the scene you want to look at is the scene between Art and Tashi when he invites her to eat at the college canteen, and he tries to imply Patrick is cheating while he's on tour and Tashi literally gets up upset and says "your a bad fucking friend" and harshly says "what makes you think I want someone to be in love with me." That's not the reaction of someone who has no feelings; that's the reaction of someone who has feelings for said guy and is hurt by what was said to her. That scene, in my mind, proved she loved him.

The dorm room scene in my mind is the battle of the egos. Tashi is frustrated because she wants Patrick to play better because he has fucking talent, and as far as she's concerned, he's wasting it, and in her mind, you push the people you love to be better. What happened in that scene is Patrick allowed what Art had told him to get to him - and in that moment he wouldn't check his ego at the door. Like I said, they have a very combative relationship. Then Patrick says he's not part of her fan club, and she goes, really? Well, bet. Because they're both similar, leaning into the 'Too Much Alike' trope. They both care, and neither was able to let their guard down in that scene because, IMO Art had planted the seed in both their mind that the other didn't care about them. Because of that, neither allowed themselves to back down and when two bears roar, it never ends well.

[lucius-the-sinful]

15 Lines of Dialogue

15 Lines of Dialogue Rules: Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well!

I was tagged by @omgkalyppso thank you!!! <33

tagging @mr-orion @achilleancryptid1 @the-lady-auri and you!!!!

I couldn't find enough dialogue despite the amount I write to meet 15, but here's some from Zafir and some from Gale <3

Zafir

1: “I have little interest in the basic knowledge every witcher should know,” Zafir muttered, firmly corking his potions before Lambert could cause real harm. - "Feather Fall", Part 2 of Witcher, Poet, King

2: "Seems you made quick work of it," That was the guard captain, who I figured out to be quite lazy over the last couple days. "Hopefully not sloppy work." 

"I don't do sloppy work," The witcher scorned. - Unpublished rewrite of Feathers & Flower Petals

3: “So you chased it, attacked it?” Despite his chiding tongue, Zafir’s touch was delicate. He poured the vial’s contents directly on the wound. Nikita hissed at the pain. - Unpublished, from my original series currently titled Evervale

4: “That doesn't erase the fact that you are injured, and a single potion won't heal it as fast as you want it to. You need one of the alchemists.” 

Nikita glared at him. “Do you always have to be so fucking arrogant? Even when you're right?” 

Zafir gave him a cocky smile. “You’ve known me far too long to be asking such redundant questions.” - Unpublished, from my original series currently titled Evervale

5: "I warned them that if it wasn't dealt with in a timely manner, the vampire would infect or slaughter the whole area. I scouted it two weeks ago, the entire village is either dead or turned. I estimate about fifteen feral vampires." 

"Tell me they at least commissioned the chain." 

Zafir looked up at Finnegan, and he was smirking like a cat, as if it were a game to him. For a split second, Zafir tensed. "An entire village died of negligence and you're cracking jokes?" - Unpublished D&D short story that takes place around forty years before the campaign titled "Lemon Tree"

6: "Once again, I don't know what you expected of unseasoned, dry meat," Zafir washed it down with water from his canteen. 

"For it to at least not be overcooked," Despite Finnegan's complaints, he ate half of it. 

"You undercooked the one from last night." - Unpublished D&D short story that takes place around forty years before the campaign titled "Lemon Tree"

7: “Ignore it,” Zafir finally said. “They're idiots. You're brilliant.”

Valentine nodded, internalizing the advice. “Could I confide in you more?” 

The jaeger's shoulders relaxed. “Of course. You never need to ask.” - Unpublished, from my original series currently titled Evervale

8: "Dammit... Why didn't we do anything?" Faewynn glared at her father.

Zafir remained stoic. "The dragon was likely hungry and angry. By my estimates, it may also be very old. We would not have stood a chance." - Slightly edited from post campaign roleplay

9: Just as Zafir went to pull away, Finnegan bit down on his lip. The temperance cursed, touching his glove to his bleeding lip. 

"Fuck you," Finnegan was grinning like a cat. 

"Was the biting really necessary?" Zafir growled. "I was trying to conceal us." 

"Like I fucking believe that." - Blurb titled "Red Water Dream"

10: Kaidan sat down next to him. “It feels so long ago when Saren was our biggest worry. We didn't know how lucky we were.” 

“Lucky?” Zafir’s lip twitched upward. “We were ostracized by the council.” 

“Only because you kept hanging up on them,” Kaidan smiled, too. 

“They were full of shit,” he set the book on his nightstand. “I will admit, though, I was volatile.” 

“I kinda liked that. You were always riding a thin line. They couldn't cast you out because you get results, but you were very much a thorn in their side,” he leaned his head on Zafir’s shoulder. -WIP titled "Harder They Fall"

Gale

1: The man snorted, he leaned back against a full trash bag, he held something in his lap just under a ragged blanket. “I’m not fucking stupid, leave me the fuck alone.” 

Gale’s brow furrowed. “You look pretty fucking stupid to me, right now.” -"I Was Just A Kid", Part 2 of Bend & Break

2: “Is that what you want to do? Beg for me?” The words passed through Rarzal’s lips nonchalantly, the same lips Gale had been watching this entire conversation. 

Gale considered the proposition, or what he hoped to be one. Rarzal was a tricky individual, able to hide his outward emotions with ease. The smile on those thin lips told Gale it was an advance, but his narrowed eyes suggested it was a test. The tiefling’s tail flicked in contemplation, a sultry smile settled on his lips. “That's a very delicious thought.” - "Cold Cold Man" (nsft)

3: Gale’s eyes flicked down, he brushed past the elf. He grabbed his violin’s case from just within his tent, and put the instrument away. “I wish you would have just told me, but I understand why you didn’t.” 

Astarion swallowed, taken aback. 

Gale stood again, glancing down at him. “But you still tried to fucking bite me.” - Unpublished WIP titled "Sinking of the Teeth"

4: Gale shrugged. “I've been very well fed. I don't think about blood more than I think about food.” 

“Really? So if I cut myself right now you wouldn't start drooling?” 

Gale snorted. “Depends on your blood type.” - Unpublished WIP titled "Dawns"

5: Gale parked crooked, rolling down his driver's side window and allowing his music to pour out. He grinned at Gavin as his friend approached. "Hey, pookie. Thought I would find you here." - Out of session roleplay

6: Gale nodded. "Now onto what I have for you."

Zavra's mouth pressed into a flat line. "I hate to say it, but you are starting to sound a lot like your father. Asking for seemingly small things."

He paused, losing a bit of his composure. He tried to reel it back in, not willing to lose it in front of his mother again. "You've told me that twice now." - Mid session roleplay

7: “I have… I know its been five or six years for you, but its only been a few days for me. Its still settling in that this is real. That you’re… different.”

“Bad different or good different?” Gale froze.

Mitch sighed. “Just different, Gale. I haven’t decided if its good or bad yet.”

“Gavin’s different, too.” 

“Yeah, but I feel like I can still go get a beer with him like we used to. I don’t know how I feel about going out with you. You can pretend all you want that you haven’t changed, but the lines blurred between you and Ace. At least you have the decency to care, or pretend to.” 

“I keep hearing that.”

“Well, I don’t hear you denying it.” 

“I don't know what to say, he was my father. He had a lot of influence over me for my entire life.” 

Another pause. “I gotta go. Thanks for calling.” 

Gale realized his claws had dug into his palm, he unclenched his fist and the bleeding stopped. His skin started to close. “Yeah. Say hi to your mom for me.” 

“I will.” The line went dead, Gale pulling the phone away from his ear. He replaced the phone and wiped the blood from his hand. - Blurb titled "Everything That Dies"

[sleepy-achilles]

Gold dust: Y’know it’s alright being in love.

Shawn: Me, in love? Please, I’m the heartbreak kid!

*30 years later Shawn’s husband, kids, their partners and dog are all asleep on the couch after watching a movie.*

Shawn: Well sh!t…

I just adore the idea of Shawn still remembering the conversation that many years later and yet he can't remember what he had fir breakfast. Also, anon. I love this so. Fic time.

The Heartbreak Kid- Its alright being in love.

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For the heartbreak kid, he sure did get his heartbroken a lot. Shawn bites his lower lip as bret hisses a new insult at him before walking off. He feels the eyes on him and for once he looks up and meets them. Taker has a almost sympathetic look in his eyes and it makes shawns heart skip a beat. No. Bad Shawn!

They were fuck buddies. That's it. No strings, no...his eyes did look really good today.

No!

Shawn stands and makes his way out of the lockeroom. He has to find goldust. Goldust always made him feel better. It wasn't hard to find the other man, the lust demon was always hunting for a new victim, which is why Shawn isn't shocked to find him stalking after hunter. Shawn smiles at hunter before walking straight past him, grabbing goldusts arm and leading him towards the canteen. "Sha-what-!" Goldust protests as he's dragged away. "Does takers eyes look really good today?" Shawn asks. Goldust pauses and tries to register what was just said to him. "Im sorry, your asking me if takers eyes look good today?" Goldust asks confused as Shawn sits at the table.

"Exactly. What's wrong with that?" Shawn asks. Goldust cups shawns face as he sits next to him. Shawn frowns as goldust examines his face. "Has he fucked your brains out? Gone that hard you've bashed your head against the headboard? Successfully fucked you through the mattress?" Goldust asks. Shawn groans and pulls back. "No! I have not hurt my head. Why are you asking in such a sexual way?" Shawn huffs. "Since when did you care about what taker looks like? Is he suddenly too unattractive to be your fuck buddy?" Goldust asks. "No! No, of course not. You know I don't care about looks..but he's been looking really attractive lately." Shawn states. "He looks the same darling." Goldust states. His eyes suddenly light up with realisation.

"Oh my god, you're in love" goldust whispers. Shawn straightens. "Love? No fucking way" Shawn scoffs. "Y'know it's alright being in love." Goldust tells him gently as if he was talking to a traumatised child. (He technically is) "me, in love? Please, I'm the heartbreak kid!" Shawn huffs standing up. Goldust raises an eyebrow as the blonde walks off in a rush muttering to himself.

"Shit..I owe Kevin a 100." Goldust groans.

--Some many years later--

Shawn hums to himself as he gets some water. He had a date with goldust this weekend which got him thinking about the past. He walks into the living room and stops in dead horror.

His eyes land on the sofa. Taker is laid on his front, snoring softly. A small red headed girl, cassidy, is curled up in the gap between takers bent arm and his body, using his armpit/shoulder as a pillow. A small blonde boy, Leon, is curled against his legs, using his butt as a pillow. A German shepherd, Charlie, is curled over both their legs, snoring like no one's business and the credits of whatever Disney film they watched is playing in the background.

"Well shit.." he whispers looking at the scene.

[junkydrawr]

Another Snively fic snippet. In this scene, which takes place after Snively burned his uniform, Sally brings Snively to one of his chores for the day, working in Knothole's gardens.

Sally led him through the gardens. As they approached Rosie's large plot, he slowed, expecting to stop. But Sally kept walking. Snively followed her silently until they came to a plot with various vegetables and berry bushes.

A Mobian female was tending the bushes with her back to them.

"You'll garden here today, with Melinda."

Snively's mouth went dry. Melinda, the badger Mobian who'd said he'd tortured her.

"Rosie seemed to have more work," he said. "Can't I work with her?"

"Rosie is fine."

"But..."

"This is per Melinda's request. Stop whining and get to work." Sally gave him a firm glare and strode away.

Melinda had an impassive stare. "You can pull those thorny weeds there. Do you have gloves?"

They were in his back pocket. He pushed them down deeper with one finger and shook his head. "I forgot them. I'll go back and get them."

He wasn't getting away that easily. "No, I have some here you can use. They'll fit you." Her gaze seemed to linger on his hands as he reluctantly donned the offered gloves.

The badger clipped and dug around her plot while he knelt, working on the stubborn weeds. Their roots were tough and he grunted as he yanked and twisted.

He fell back on his rear and blushed. "Stubborn little gits."

She didn't smile. Of course not. She hated him.

Is that anything new? He grit his teeth and dug around the next root.

Suddenly, she was at his side. A dull knife was held in her hand. Her hand, however, was tremoring badly. She grasped it hard with her other.

If she's trying to cut my throat, she's doing a lousy job.

The tremor passed and she demonstrated several cuts deep on the root. "Sever it here. It'll come up easier and the next sprouting will be weaker and easily pulled. It usually takes two sessions to get rid of these once they root."

She handed him the knife. Her hand was starting to tremor again. He tried not to acknowledge it.

"I have nerve damage," she said. "In my brain. It affects this arm and hand."

You put a band on my head! You electrocuted me!

He cut at the next root without a word.

After two hours, she took a break, sitting cross legged and sipping from her canteen. Snively stood and stretched his back, drinking from his own.

"You've finally gotten rid of your uniform."

She was eyeing the scars he'd cut onto his own biceps. He turned the other way, casually. "Not by choice," he muttered.

"Of course not."

He didn't bother to decipher that.

She looked over the plot. "I think everything's squared up here."

Good. They had barely spoken to each other in the two hours, but he felt like she was waiting. Like she was analyzing him continually.

She sipped again. He didn't like her probing look and he avoided her eyes, brushing dirt off his gloves.

"I wanted to have some time alone with you," she finally said. "I was hoping you'd tell me what you remember of the day you fried my brains."

He kept his voice flat. "I already told you. I don't remember it. I don't remember you."

That steady gaze didn't move away. "Are you calling me a liar, Snively?"

"No." He hated the upward inflection of his voice. He'd been hammered with that question by Julian and it was always followed by a fist. He cleared his throat. "If you say it happened, then I imagine it did."

"I don't want you to imagine it."

Why the fuck wouldn't she look away? He shifted, feeling flustered. He wiped his brow with his forearm.

"I want you to remember."

"Well, I don't," he hissed. "What else can I say, Mobian?"

"How do you forget something like that?"

Because..." What did he owe her? He ground his teeth together. "...you...you aren't the first. I mean, if I did it." He couldn't take those damn eyes, pinning him like an insect to analyze. "...do you think I remember every one of you? You all blur together, Mobian."

Those eyes were still on him. Like needles. But she didn't ooze ire - only expectation.

"...I don't remember!" His voice rose. "I was out of it so much of the time. I took drugs...I drank! I..." He trailed off. Biting back his words. I didn't want to remember.

Finally. She looked away, staring at the garden. "Maybe. How would I know? It's not like I know you." She clasped her arm as it began to tremble again.

He took off the gloves and put them on the ground. "I'm going to see if Rosie needs help. If we're done here." He didn't want her tattling to Sally.

"Yeah. Go. Your gloves are in your back pocket, by the way."

He drew in a breath, but said nothing. He left.

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[anthonysstupiddailyblog]

Anthony's Stupid Daily Blog (852): Wed 17th Jul 2024

I pulled the car into the driveway this morning so I could hoover the inside of it for the first time since I got it three months ago. Last week when Dad and I went to see Jenny he commented on the dirtiness of the car by saying “You know you are allowed to clean this thing don’t you?”. Now naturally I thought that this was just a lie put out there by the mainstream media and big pharma but it turns out Dad was right, you ARE allowed to clean your car. It was mainly biscuit crumbs in there due to month upon months of taking my lunch breaks in the car so that I didn't have to associate with my disgusting co-workers in the canteen (and by "associate with" I mean "sit in the same space as"). Thinking about it I could've just stuck Lucy in the car and let her lick the entire inside of the car spotless but then the car would've stunk of shit, so from now I'm going to squirt some of Lucy's breath freshener foam in my tea before I dunk my biscuits in them so that Lucy can lap up the crumbs and freshen her breath at the same time.

Later on I rewatched A Nightmare on Elm Street 4: The Dream Master. I think if the Nightmare series had ended after Dream Warriors of maybe just didn't do any more until New Nightmare and Freddy Vs Jason they'd be held in much higher regard by mainstream movie goers but unfortunately the chance to make more money meant that they just couldn't leave well enough alone. I have to say that although the plot is barely there and the characters are so poorly fleshed out that it’s impossible to care when they get killed compared to the kids from the last movies, the one major step up from the other films is the visuals. Holy fuck this film looks incredible and they go so many steps beyond what they did in the original three films. Some of the effects in the first Nightmare such as Freddy coming through the wall and Nancy's feet getting stuck in the stairs are impressive but they still look a bit fake. This movie finally chose to start mixing practical effects with digital and the result was amazing. The opening sequence sees Kirsten returning to the house from the original movie, sees a girl making a chalk drawing of Freddy on the sidewalk, it then goes from sunny to pissing with rain and when Kirsten goes to enter the house she sees the little girls from the first film skipping rope singing Freddy's song and the whole sequence is mesmerising. The major visual highlight of the movie is where the character of Alice goes to a movie theatre and midway through it fills with wind and light and she is then sucked into the movie through the screen which could rival any effect scene in a modern day fantasy film. I think to enjoy the Nightmare movies you have to think of them as fantasy movies with elements of horror because I've never found them all that scary as Freddy is just too funny to ever be truly afraid of. Kind of like if you go into Dr Strangelove expecting a full in comedy you’ll be disappointed but if you see it as a thriller with comedic elements you’ll get what you’re promised. I think the moment where we see Freddy on a beach rocking a pair of shades is probably the moment where a lot of fans of the original probably checked out and realised that these movies were getting too silly, sadly a lot of executives and money men clearly did not as they went on to make two more films after this. It always makes me laugh that the creative way they thought of to bring Freddy back from the dead was to have a dog piss on his grave. I would say that when one of the writers pitched that instead of having an evil cult resurrect him or some shit like that, this probably should've been the moment where they decided not to continue. I think that to continue breathing new life into the series they should have introduced not a new cast of victims with every movie but a new villain. This would've been a huge risk but sometimes you have to take risks to evolve a story rather than just keep it on life support like they were trying to do from this movie onwards.

[typhoonvash]

"B-beautiful?! Guardian angel—ow—" Vash nearly spits out the water he nursed from the canteen with a shocked recoil that sends a fresh spark of pain from his gut, "Th-the wing? The... gravity thing? E-even my posture was a little fucked up—"

All this, and he still doesn't know about the monstrous silhouette, the glint of his glasses, his voice... Vash the Stampede is an expert at making a scene, and that was no exception.

Despite his concerns, there's a little flutter of... something... in his chest at the mention of it being beautiful. Of him being beautiful. The feeling was there last night too, when their heart rates quickened for far superior reasons.

(He knows what it is, but putting a name to it is inviting tragedy.)

"Wish I'd been there sooner... but at least now you get a turn being my angel. I'm a lucky guy with someone like you around."

Vash's body begins to do its thing, beginning with blood clotting and ceasing to flow, making Wolfwood's stitching easier to do. It does, however, begin to make it harder to keep his eyes open—especially with his head secure in the priest's warm hand as he lays his head on the cushion.

He sighs, long and drawn out.

"Sleepy," Vash mumbles, and he wonders if it looks like he's dying like this instead of the opposite. For all he knows, maybe he is. "What're we gonna do, Wolfwood?"

It's vague. What will they do about the townsfolk? What will they do after they get out of town? What will they do about whatever happened the night before..? His fatigued mind has trouble keeping a lid on those compartmentalized thoughts. Vash looks into Wolfwood's eyes with half-lidded weariness.

In the far, far distance, he swears he picks up on more gunfire. Hopefully the mayor and the new couple are okay.

"Don't, uh, let me hold you back... you gotta... get out of here... before they find you."

Just ignore the fact that the town knows Vash the Stampede is lurking around. He can handle it, he always handles it...

He's talking. That's good.

Vash is talking, and that means he is breathing. That means his heart still beats, that there is enough circulation. That means that the blood loss isn't immediately fatal, that there is still a chance, a fighting chance—and when has he ever figured Vash the Stampede to be fragile?

He is not human. He has survived more than Wolfwood knows, but he can still bleed. He can still feel pain. Vash has every reason to hate humanity for all its transgressions, but for every cruelty heaped upon him, there has been kindness. Someone tended to him. Someone cared enough to mend his bones, to graft his skin, to piece him together with sinew and wire and Lost Tech prosthesis. Someone cares about him enough here and now to pluck fragments as cleanly as possible from torn flesh before applying stitches.

Stomach first, then shoulder. Wolfwood listens as best he can through the ringing of his ears, almost unblinking as his hands move from aid kit to injury and back.

I'm sorry.

That snaps Nicholas from his almost mechanical movement. His eyes veer up from the suture and curved needle and to Vash's tear-streaked face, and he's not certain that he has control over his own. Wide-eyed, teeth bared, something equally hard and searching, brow pinched.

Why does the apology boil such rage in his gorge? Why does it make the hollow where his heart ought to be ache?

"Sorry for fuckin' what, swoopin' in like a damn guardian angel to scrape my idiot ass off the pavement?"

God, his voice gutters, coarse as anything; he grimaces at his own growl, looking down and away and swallowing the urge to— to what? Shake Vash? That wouldn't help matters any. There are things that must be done, and so with a shuffle-shift he rises up in his crouch, ripping the cushion from the writing desk chair. He gives it a flip over to the clean side, tucking it up underneath Vash's head and neck. The room isn't that large. Half a pace, he's at the Punisher, propping it up against the door as a barricade to buy them some time. From there, another sidestep brings him to the canteen he left on the tableside, sure that at this point they'd be drinking at a reception.

He takes a sip of water, then sits on the floor again, holding the mouth of the canteen for Vash to sip, cradling his nape just to be sure. "Terrifying. Tch." Sure, he was hallucinating from blood loss. Sure. There was that. And he was, has been, afraid of the Independent's power, but he is nothing like his brother, and...

Well, Wolfwood is no stranger to an inappropriate thrill. "As if it wasn't the most beautiful goddamn thing."

[ghosttownwherenoonegoes]

Thank you so much for your thoughts and assessment (is that the right word?) ! 🖤 I always love your opinion about characters, especially in such a in-character depth the show/movie itself didn't provide, you're absolutely awesome and intriguing! 🖤

Can I ask you something more? Of course it's alright if you don't want to 💖

What qualities do you think Eddie would look for in a person, romantic-wise?

You're so welcome! I suppose assessment is as good a word as any for how we look at characters and their personalities. Thank you so much! You sound like you know me from some of my other blogs and if that's the case, I'm honoured that you follow me across fandoms!!!🥰💖Thank you for your kind words, that means a lot to me! I hope my answers to your asks satisfy your curiosity! You can ask things whenever you want and I'll do my best to answer them, though no guarantees of course!

Hmm...

Okay, I honestly think Eddie will date anyone. Anyone. No matter what you look like, how you dress, your music taste, your favourite colour, where you sit in the canteen or where you work, etc., none of that matters to him.

What does matter to him are things like a kind heart – if you're mean to him or to his friends, either in front of him or, worse, behind his back, then there's no chance, even if he thinks you're attractive (and, again, what makes someone attractive to Eddie is personality, NOT appearance. Our metalhead doesn't judge or discriminate, unless you're an asshole. And then he's as mean to you as you are to him).

If you're shy or anxious, then he's actually quite good at balancing out the dynamic and he'll help you to feel comfortable while also seeing if he can't coax you out of your shell a little. If you're softly spoken or spoken over because you take a while to make a point (like Dustin asking about Lucas in Eddie's first scene, or because you just like to think before you speak), then he's making sure that you feel heard and listened to, shushing roughly anyone who tries to talk over you or put words in your mouth so you get to the point faster. I can see him saying something like, "go on, sweetheart, take your time. I'm listening." and giving you a soft smile before glaring at the person who tried to take that space away from you.

So, kindness is a big one. Maybe actually THE biggest one. If you're grumpy and rough 'round the edges (like me) but still kind, then that's something he loves. Someone who won't judge him on anything; his clothes, his class, his music, the fact he's still doing everything he can to graduate. Someone who meets him where he is in life and is willing for him to do the same. Someone who has a little bit of a bite to them; they don't take his bullshit (even if that's just glaring at him when he says something below the belt because you're not brave enough to actually speak up, or outright verbally calling him out; it's all the same to him. Intent over all else) but they also encourage him. Someone who is supportive, someone who is content to let Eddie be Eddie...

This isn't to say his standards are low, but fuck, if you're into him and you're kind and you got something a little off about you? He's head over fucking heels, at first sight. Attraction first, friendship next, and all else falls into place. Eddie would date anyone at all; if you're into him – and I mean genuinely into him, don't lie because he can sniff those out before you're even thinking of telling one – then high chances are, he'll be into you!

Eddie is Eddie and you're you and that's everything.

[aliasimagines]

It Was You All Along // Dave Lizewski

requested by a lovely anon 💕

Can u write dave x fem!reader where reader Always had a crush on him but he kinda ignored reader bc of Katie but then someone popular asks reader out and he gets jealous and y/n dresses up super hot and he realizes he fucked up

word count: 1809

a/n: i hope this is close enough! ❤️ (i couldn't think of a different title but this one reminds me of Agatha All Along xd)

"Hey, Dave! My folks are gone for the weekend and I thought we could have an X-men watch party. Wanna come?" 

"Sorry I can't, I'm hanging out with Katie." 

"Again?" you ask a bit louder than intended,causing a few people to look at you in the hallway. You continue with a lower voice "Aren't you like, tired of all the lying? Like, what if she finds out that you're not actually gay, hm? Cause you know she will, eventually." 

"Why do you care so much?!" Dave says, clearly frustrated. 

You raise an eyebrow. 

"Oh why would I? Maybe because we have been best friends since diapers, you stupid asshole!" you say not caring if some students hear you or not, anymore. "But you know what, you are right. I shouldn't care. Go play pretend with Katie but don't come to me, crying when you end up getting your heart broken." 

"Don't worry, I won't." he snaps back. And you turn around and leave but not before flipping him off. You felt the angry tears rolling down your cheeks as you zigzagged between the chattering teenagers. 

You couldn’t  believe how Dave could be so blind! He only had eyes for Miss Perfect. Whom by the way, is a real bitch and would go back to ignoring Dave or calling him a freak if it wasn’t for his little gay act. 

Somehow you made your way over to the restroom and locked yourself into one of the booths.

Dave couldn’t even see you as a potential “love-interest”. Eventhough you were the one who always were there for him, you were always there when he called, running to him like a lost puppy. And he couldn’t even care less. And you hate him for it. But you hate yourself more for still liking him. 

It’s not like you can do something about it, if you could, you would have. But that’s not how it works, so you are just crying your guts out on the toilet trying not to think about Dave.

In all honesty, you have no idea how you made it through the day. You almost cried during biology but you caught yourself after a few lonely tears. You could feel Dave’s gaze on you but there was no way you would look at him. As soon as the last bell rang you were out of school, hurring past Tod and Marty, not being in the mood for them either.

The next day wasn’t any different, you didn’t hang with Dave, Tod and Marty like you normally do. You didn’t sit with them at lunch, instead walked over to the only empty table you saw and placed your tray there. You mounched on your food, completely unaware of your surroundings until you hear the chair next to you being pulled out. You look up to see Matthew Greendale, resident hottie of the school sit next to you. 

"Hey, sorry, it's not a problem if I sit here, right?" he asks. You eyed him suspiciously. 

"No, it's fine." 

It's fine?! You mentally scold yourself. You never even spoke to this guy, outside of literature in first year. Why would he sit next to you? 

"I didn't want to sit with all the other "popular jocks" he answered you unspoken question while taking a bite of his canteen-hamburger. “They’re fun and everything but it’s nice to get away from them sometimes.”

You think of your friends who are sitting a few tables away and you can’t help but agree with Matthew.

“Yeah, I feel you.” you say without thinking.

“Hey..We used to sit next to each other in freshman year, didn’t we? It’s y/n ,right?” 

You nod with a smile, honestly being surprised that he remembers you.

“Yeah!”

“I haven’t really seen you around a lot. But when I do you are always hanging with those comic book nerds.”

“Hey! Comics are great.”

He puts his hands up in a defense.

“Oh no! I didn’t mean it as an insult. Some comics are good, my little brother made read one last month. It was actually great.”

“What comic was it?”

“Oh, uhm..It was about some kind of blind dude in a devil costume.”

“Daredevil?” you ask with a giggle.

“Yes, that one!” he laughs too.

The two of you continue talking until the end of lunch break. He is surprisingly fun to talk to and he even offers to walk you to your next class after lunch. You had such a good time you didn’t even think about Dave, heck, you didn’t even notice him literally glaring daggers into Matthew.

“What’s up with you, dude?” Tod asks snapping Dave out of it. 

“Yeah, Dave. What the shit is going on with you and Y/N?” Marty asks too.

Dave forrows is eyebrows. Yes, what the shit is going on with the two of you? Every since yesterday's 'fight' with you he can't stop thinking. About how he spends most, if not all of his time either with being Kick-Ass or, rather with Katie. It used to be different. He spent every second with you and he just threw you away so he could maybe get laid. And sure, Katie may be hot as fuck but she is.. Well, she is not you. 

"We had a fight, yesterday. I.. And she was right." he explains with a grimace. "But why the fuck is that Greendale asshole is with her?" 

"You jealous or something, dude?" 

"Wha- Of course I am not jealous! Why would I be? You guys are nuts." 

Jealous… The word rolled around in his mouth like a new flavored milkshake he never tasted before. 

Could he be… Jealous? He never thought of you that way, you were always his best friend. Just that. But.. The more he thinks about it the more he can't stop that twist like feeling in his stomach. 

That night he can't focus on crime fighting. All his thoughts are tied to you. Whether he likes it or not, memories of you keep popping up in his mind. How didn't he notice your beautiful smile before? And your laugh? It's like a beautiful melody. And… Gosh! When did he become such a sappy teenager? Oh and another thing.. He kept trying to think of something else, anything else like Katie for example but he doesn't care anymore! 

Dave goes home early with a frustrated growl. The remaining hours of the night he spends with tossing and turning and daydreaming instead of sleeping. 

(the next afternoon, Atomic Comics) 

Dave bangs his head against the wood table once again. A tired groan leaves his lips when he hears Tod almost choking on his iced coffee. 

"What the tunk, Tod?" Marty and Dave ask almost at the same time. The dirty blonde haired boy keeps pointing outside the huge window that they are sitting next to at Atomic Comics. 

"Is that fucking y/n?!" 

Now all three of them look outside the shop and see you, all dressed up nad seemingly waiting for someone. 

"Holy fuck!" Dave whispers. He stares at you, with his mouth a gap before jumping up from the booth they were sitting at and rushing outside the store. 

"Y/n! Y/-" he yells almost tripping on thin air. 

"Dave?" you question, quickly turning towards him. Damn, you missed him. No! Yeah, you did… "What do you want?" 

"What do I- What, can't I talk to you?" 

"If you wanted to talk you would have in these past days!" you say. Yes, you might have missed him, but it's not like you're gonna show it. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I am waiting for my date to show up." 

"Your.. Your what, now?!" 

"My date" 

"You can't go on a date!" 

"And why is that, Lizewski?" 

"Lizewski? Really, you're calling me by my surname? Are we in such a bad place right now?" 

"I don't know, you tell me. Are you going to tell me what i can and can't do, hm?" 

"I didn't mean it like that. I just…" 

"What, it's fine when you say it but when I do it with you about Katie I'm the bad friend?" 

"No,it's just-" 

"Sorry. Matt's here." you point to the street across the road where you saw the boy walk towards you. "I gotta go." 

You start walking away but Dave grabs your wrist. 

"Please, don't." he mumbles. 

"Why not?" you snap at him but your expressions soften upon your eyes land on his saddened face. 

"I- because I don't want you with him. O-or anyone." 

You raise an eyebrow. 

"What?" 

He took a deep breath before looking around. Matt was waiting patiently by the traffic light so he could cross the road. Dave quickly began explaining. 

"You were right. About Katie. I was such a dickhead, I am so sorry, y/n. I am sorry for ignoring you over her and and.." from the corner of his eye he sees the traffic light turn green. "Shit! I don't want you to go out with Greendale cause I.. Because I like you. Like really fucking like you. And oh my god you look so fucking hot in this outfit, not that you're not always hot but holy shit. I know we are just friends and you don't think of me that way but I ju-"

"Oh my god! Do you ever shut up?" you yell before pressing your lips to his. Dave stumbled back a little, but quickly recovered and kissed back. Your hands cupped his face and his hands grabbed your waist in response. You both tilled your heads, deepening the kiss earning loud knocking from Marty and Tod as they watched the whole scene through the window. Not that you noticed any of it. You didn't hear the passing by car honk at you nor the yells or whistles. You also did not notice Matthew walking away with a sad smile after seeing the two of you. Your touches intertwine and you're pretty sure you heard Dave moan slightly which causes you to giggle into the kiss. You both pull away gasping for air. You look down at your shoes, hoping to hide your flushed cheeks. Dave scratches his back and looks around nervously only to see his two idiotic friends making kissy faces. He lifts his middle finger for them before clearing his throat. 

"So.. Khm.. I guess you like me too?" 

You let out a soft chuckle.

"Yeah, I do." you say looking at him with a smile.

"That's.. Fuck. That's great." he replied genuinely happy. "Wanna get out of here?" 

You nod and you take off. You take Dave's hand and he intertwines your fingers with a smile. Maybe he is truly a superhero. He helps people and he gets the girl of his dreams. The happy ending. 

Dave Lizewski taglist : @sethcohenluvr @your-hispanichufflepuff

[tteokdoroki]

then they laughed | s.todoroki.

⇝ pairing: shoto todoroki x fem!reader.

⇝ word count: 1.7K

⇝ rating: suitable for everyone.

⇝ genre: fluff.

⇝ summary: you’d never been ashamed of your quote on quote ‘ugly’ laugh but you’re not quite sure what to make of it when your crush mistakes it for mild choking or the one in which shoto todoroki mistakes your laugh for choking in the middle of the school cafetria. 

⇝ warning(s): please read ! fluffy, angst if you squint,  clueless todoroki and mentions of choking ( non-sexual ).

⇝ author’s note(s): why hello there darlings, here’s a little drabble requested by @patricia-ceballos​, i thought this idea was super cute, i’m not sure how i feel about the ending but i had a lot of fun writing. oh and thank you so much for 600+ follows, i love you all. :( <3

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you’d always thought that you had an ugly laugh.

it’s not that you were ashamed of it, never that, but you knew the twisted high pitch stream of giggles that passed your sweet unsuspecting lips could be kind of off putting to others. even so, that never put you off from laughing and joking about with your friends— if they truly cared for you, then having a slightly maniac-like laugh wouldn’t be a problem for them.

your classmates at U.A seemed to be those types of people. the good kind that you could trust wholeheartedly— the first time they’d heard you laugh, ochako had chuckled along with you, izuku had thought it was part of your quirk and bakugou had simply asked if you needed a ‘fucking throat lozenge?’  which only made you burst out into more streams of unintelligible giggles.

right now though, you try your best to stifle your giggles while you watch ochako and deku helplessly try to avoid admitting their feelings for one another over lunch. “what’s wrong deku? are you feeling sick?” the sweet brunette asks, almost impossibly close to the latter’s now beet red face. you can tell that he’s flustered by her proximity; the words he wants to say falling flat on his tongue.

ochako blinks for a second— as if to realise her mistake and quickly backs up, drowning in embarrassment and her silly crush on izuku midoriya. the girl stumbles back into iida, giving him only moments to process his now dropped food before he’s scolding them into next week— hands flying through the air while he barks out his complaints. trying not to laugh is becoming unbearably harder by the second, even asui is falling victim to the scene of comedy displayed right in front of your eyes and its not until you look up and meet the confused gaze of shoto todoroki that the dam finally breaks.

“what’s so funny?” the dual eyed boy says so blankly that even he is comical to you. you break out into fits of hysteria, slamming a hand over your mouth as your snorts launch their way across the table. shoto blinks, brows pinching in the centre of his forehead— is there a joke he’s missing? something he said?

the cluelessness of the half hot, half cold boy before you only sends you spiralling into more bursts of laughter— easing the embarrassment off of the two helpless flirters and effectively calming iida down while they join you in your chuckling session. “its...it’s just that—!” you can barely explain yourself, bold snickers punctuating each of your words as humoured tears begin to form in the corners of your dazzling eyes.

todoroki’s mood now shifts from bewildered to concerned, the short wheezes that pass from your pretty lips send shivers of worry down his spine. why is everyone laughing? can no one at the table see what’s happening? standing from his seat, the number one’s son brushes past tsuyu to get to your side— when he reaches you, your eyes sparkle with amusement despite the horrid sounds that leave you and a frown takes over his angekic face.

“don’t worry yn, i’ll help you.”

still trembling with a case of the giggles you have little time to process the dual haired boy’s words before he’s hoisting you from your seat, you think he’s trying to calm you down from the way his heated hand pats on your back ( five times to be exact ) but when his strong arms wrap around you— suddenly pumping your stomach, you realise.

todoroki is performing the heimlich manoeuvre on you.

shoto todoroki thinks your laughter is choking.

heat flushes to your cheeks as shoto moves to pump your stomach again, his broad chest pressed intimately against your back. the snickers from your friends at your lunch table stop— silence sweeping over them and you’re suddenly hyper aware of the stares you draw from other u.a students in the canteen. their judging eyes tear you down and crawl over you, leaving an uneasy feeling to settle in your bones but you’re too paralysed by embarrassment— too frozen to tell todoroki to stop.

you know he only means well, he didn’t know any better and he was only trying to help a friend in need but did he really mistake your laughter for choking? was it really that ugly?  

a fresh set of tears prickle in your eyes, this time however, they’re not laced with the happiness you gain from being around your friends. before shoto has another chance, you pull away from him slightly with a small whimper pours from your flustered form. “stop... todoroki, please— stop...”

the boy’s hold on you loosens, he recognises the broken tone laced with your usually jubilant voice which gives you enough room to make a dash for it. blinking, todoroki turns to his group of friends, confused  as escape the cafeteria and wolfish stares from your fellow students.

“s-she wasn’t choking, todoroki— she was laughing with us.” izuku explains carefully, fidgeting underneath his classmates strict gaze. the shorter feels almost bad for shoto, knowing he’s probably kicking himself for upsetting you even as you flee.

but his worries are soon eased as todoroki races after you.

launching yourself down the corridor, you use the sleeve of your grey blazer to run away the remaining tears that sting at your eyes. students from across all years watch you go by with looks of either annoyance or concern, but you move to quickly to care— throwing yourself into an empty hall and sinking to your knees. the heat of embarrassment blistering underneath the skin of your cheeks doesn’t ease up as you desperately paw at them, frustration intertwining with the air in your lungs… because, because it had been years since you last felt ashamed of your unconventional laughter, because you thought that enough time had gone by for you to no longer feel insecure about it.

you had good friends here at u.a, ones that didn’t judge you for your unusual habit but the scene yourself and todoroki had created back in the canteen only brought on bad memories reminding you of all of your insecurities from the past.  

sighing heavily; you brace yourself to return to lunch with your friends, tripping over flimsy excuses in your mind for your sudden disappearence when a pair of well polished, brown school shoes come into view from over the tops of your knees.

“there you are, ln.” shoto’s voice is warm while he speaks to you, you’d always thought that. its deep like melted chocolate ready to be tempered and somewhat soothes your nervously thumping heart. you can’t bring yourself to look at him, knowing that there’s probably a pink tint to your eyes from where you’ve been crying but the boy with the two-toned hair persists, still wanting your attention. “the others…the others and i, were worried about you.”

you shake your head, fixing your gaze on a lose thread on the hem of your skirt that sits above your knees. “ah!, todoroki! you shouldn’t worry about me…just head back to the cafeteria before your cold soba gets… well, colder!” a frown pinches at the corner of your lips, settling heavily on your face. you don’t even find yourself convincing but hope todoroki believes your hopeless words anyways. “i’ll be with you guys in just a moment.”

but to your dismay, the youngest son of endeavour slides his back down the wall to sit next to you instead.  “did i hurt you?” he mumbles awkwardly. todoroki itches to reach out and comfort you— it seems like something you would do for him but he’s never been good with situations like these.

“no! no shoto,” this makes you look up, catching the light in the cyan of his eyes. the pair of you blush, flicking your gazes away from one another. “i’m fine!”

“were you crying?”

“certainly not!”

“but your face—“

“shut up!”

“not until you tell me why you ran.” god, was he persistent. blunt and straight to the point, was shoto todoroki.

suddenly your feet become more interesting that the boy beside you, a silence sweeping over you both. “because,” you pause, trying to taste the words on the tip of your tongue before you say them. “i was embarrassed! the whole cafeteria heard my ugly laugh and thought i was—“

“choking,” todoroki finishes for you, finally finding the courage to rest an icy hand on your shoulder. “i’m sorry yn, i didn’t mean to make you feel embarrassed about your laugh,” sorrow litters the tail end of the half hot, half cold boy’s words— making them sit heavily in the air. “midoriya explained to me, i really didn’t mean to make you feel that way, i was just worried about you.”

you soften up, finally meeting his gaze once more and sniffle a little— chest warming at his concern for you. “shoto, it’s okay...” you’re quiet in your response, leaning into his cold touch but the dual eyed boy only shakes his head.

todoroki turns to face you fully, shrinking the space between you. he’s so close that you can see the flecks of grey in each of his eyes and feel the warmth from his breath fanning across your cheeks. “even if i can be...socially unaware sometimes, i still don’t want to hurt your feelings. they’re important to me,” he tilts his head, offering you a small smile enough to make a million hearts melt. “and for what it’s worth, i think your laugh is quite cute. not ugly.”

you blink, wondering if you heard him correctly and press a hand to your cheeks that now hear you’ll, as if you’ll be able to cool them down. “y-you think my laugh is cute?”

“yes, and i’d love to hear more of it over dinner sometime.”

his face is as serious as ever while he speaks, but the shine to his eyes tells you a different story as todoroki offers you a hand to stand up. “was that a pick up line, shoto?” you ask, barely being able to keep it together as little shots of laughter litter themselves through your sentences.

“i’m not sure...what’s a pick up line again?” you burst into joyful tears, obnoxious laughter filling the corridors as the boy on your arm guides you to your next class. you care little for the stares that your ugly laugh attracts, just happy that it puts a little smile on shoto todoroki’s face.

[walkerwords]

“Hey Brother” Carl Grimes & Sister!Reader

GIF CREDIT: @thetruthwecanthandlee​

REQUEST: From anonymous: “Hello! Just wanted to let you know that your writing is amazing! Also, if you wouldn't mind, I'd like to request a Carl x platonic reader where the reader is either his older sister or his close friend and she intervenes when he's about to be bitten, saving his life. You can decide if the reader dies as a result or not, I just think Carl deserved better than he got. If you don't feel like writing this, no worries!”

Word Count: 2748

Warning: Swearing, Angst

Song I Wrote To: “Hey Brother” by Avicii

Note: Carl is not someone who I generally write, but I do like Chandler and the character so I am giving it a shot! 

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Even after years of being out in the world riddled with the Dead, you never got used to the groans of Walkers. 

Stepping over one rotten corpse, you encountered another. You held your weapon in your hand, an old fire ax you had found in Woodbury when rescuing Daryl and Merle. Being a firefighter was something you once really wanted. However, when the world ends, becoming a civil servant becomes impossible. Still, being able to wield the equipment did put a smile on your face most days. 

As the Walker approached, you jabbed the crowbar end of the fire ax into its skull. Kicking it away, you continued moving the woods that surrounded Alexandria in search of your brother, Carl. When the turn happened, you had been with Carl and his mother, Lori. Your dad was in the hospital after being shot on the job and you had come home from college to help Lori with your younger brother. 

You and Lori had never gotten along and you didn’t know if that was because she never liked your mother, Dianne, or because Rick had tried everything to keep you in his life. Regardless of what Lori Grimes thought, you weren’t going to let anything happen to Carl and you had kept the promise. 

Even now. 

When Rosita told you that she had seen Carl leaving Alexandria earlier, you had grabbed your weapon and went in search of him. Right now was not the time for him to be out beyond the walls. Not when Negan and the Saviors could show up at any moment and make another move against you and your allies. With Rick and Michonne out in the world as well and Daryl being difficult, you had to be the one to drag Carl’s ass back home.

Negan was a headache for you, but you had a feeling that he wasn’t the worst thing out there. When he had killed Glenn and Abraham, you hadn’t been there. You had been with Tara and Heath, searching for supplies. After finding Oceanside and losing Heath, you had arrived home with Tara to a grieving family and a missing Daryl. 

The first time you had met Negan, Carl had almost shot two of his Saviors. You had arrived just in time to grab the gun from him before he could. That was when Rick introduced you to Negan and he had offered you his hand. Not wanting to piss him off any further, you had shaken his hand, squeezing a bit too hard. He had seemed amused by you, but also wary. Growing up on the streets of Atlanta, you knew how to survive and you also knew how to deal with power-hungry men. Negan concerned you, but you weren’t afraid of him. 

Carl, however, had another opinion. At first, the teenager wanted nothing more than to fill the man with bullets, but after his outing to the Sanctuary, he seemed to have a change of heart. Carl had come to you only a few days earlier and proposed an idea of a truce. He didn’t think the fighting was going to stop any time soon and while you agreed, you knew Negan would never agree to it. The war would only end when either he or your father was dead. 

When you had told Carl this, he had stormed off annoyed. As the older sibling it was your job to tell him how the world worked and when it came to men like Negan, you either had to kill him or appeal to a new side. That was where your plan came to mind, but you knew that Carl would never go for it. 

You didn’t even want to know what your father would think about it if it came up in conversation. However, for now, you had to focus on finding the kid before he did something even more stupid considering the last time he had gone off, he had attacked the loading dock of the Sanctuary with a rifle. 

Shouldering your ax, you picked up the pace a bit. 

“Carl!” you yelled, hearing your voice echo off the trees. “Carl!” 

The woods answered with silence and you could feel the anxiety growing in your gut as you searched. Climbing up another small hill, you finally heard a commotion in the distance. Not knowing what you were running towards, you sprinted through the dying land. Nearly tripping on roots and downed Walkers, you came across a scene that made the air fly from your chest. 

Carl was on the ground as Walkers pinned him down. There was another man nearby, exhausted and trying to get to his feet. Charging forward, you swung the ax, taking off the head of the Walkers closest to Carl. Another grabbed you, baring its teeth and you slammed your boot down on its jaw, separating it from its head. A third Walker then grabbed you and took you to the ground. Shoving your arm under its chin, you managed to get enough leverage to push it off. Your shirt sleeve tore from the force and then blood sprayed you as you pierced its skull with the steel weapon. 

Laying there for a second, you turned to look at your brother who was looking over at himself in worry. “You good?” you asked, your eyes also scanning his body for cuts or bites. 

“All in one piece,” he said with a relieved sigh. “You?”

“Pissed that I just washed these jeans,” you said with a huff as you sat up, pushing the corpse off your legs. Getting to your feet, you offered your hand to Carl who took it and stood up with your assistance. “Who’s this?” you asked, gesturing to the timid man. 

“Siddiq,” Carl said. “He needs our help.” Sighing, you glanced between your brother and the newcomer. 

“Carl, we shouldn’t be taking in strays when we are at war,” you said, needing him to understand. 

“Since when did we stop helping people? I thought that was what this place was all about,” he argued. 

“Last time we helped people, they sent us into a lion’s den that eventually pissed off the leader of the Saviors. We have to be careful and you know it.” 

“I’m not okay with just turning the other way anymore,” he said. 

“Carl…” you began, but he wasn’t done. 

“Aaron helped us!” Carl said. “He brought us here and he saved us when we were starving and on the road. Jesus helped us when we needed food, Ezekiel, too! We took in people at the prison and even helped Gabriel when nobody wanted to. We help people, that is what we do.” 

Looking at him, you started to see more of your father in him by the moment. When he was younger, all you could see was Lori, but in the new world and as he matured, he was beginning to act and look more like your father every day. 

The looks weren’t the only thing that he had from Rick, he also had his heart and while your father’s head was a bit all over the place at the moment, you knew that he had always stood by the fact that people were needed for survival. 

“You’re right,” you said and then took off your canteen from your belt and offered it to Siddiq who took it timidly. Carl nodded to him and he began to drink the cool water. Letting him recuperate, you turned back to your brother. “I know you want to help people, but going off on your own right now is suicide.”

“Because of Negan?” Carl asked and then shook his head. “He would never hurt me.”

“How are you so sure about that, huh?”

“Because he has had lots of opportunities and he’s never done it. He just likes to piss me off and make jabs, but he won't kill him.” 

“Negan may not be the one to worry about. I’m sure there are plenty of Saviors out there that would love to see Rick’s son on a pike.” Carl frowned at that. “Look, just think before you do or you’re going to end up dead and you’re going to be taking down any new friends with you,” you said, pointing to Siddiq. 

“I don’t want to hear this,” Carl said, turning away. 

“I have an idea that may sway Negan,” you said and he paused, turning back to look at you. “Though, you and Dad may hate it. Well, I know for a fact you’re going to hate it.” Carl furrowed his brow as he looked at you, trying to see where your head was at. Then, he remembered the comments Negan made about you when he first met you and the jokes he said in front of Amber and Sherry when he went to the Sanctuary. 

“No,” Carl said quickly. 

“You don’t even know what I’m going to say,” you challenged. 

“You want to marry him,” Carl said and you sighed, hating how well he knew you. 

“I don’t want to do anything, Carl,” you said. “But yes, that was the idea.” 

“No,” he said again. 

“It would work,” you said with a shrug. 

“Bullshit,” he countered. “We don’t even know if he’d even want that and then what? You basically sell yourself for a ceasefire that’s not guaranteed to even happen. Then you’d be a damn prisoner in that place.”

“Daryl got out, so can I,” you argued. 

“He got out only after one of Negan’s wives felt she owed Daryl! This is the most ridiculous plan you have ever had!” he shouted at you. Siddiq had taken a few paces back to give you and your brother some room to talk, but he was looking more nervous every time one of you went up an octave. 

“This is my decision, Carl,” you said, lowering your volume a bit. 

“What would Mom think?” Carl said, crossing his arms. His eyes were boring into yours, almost pleading. With a shrug, you brushed off his question. 

“Your mother never fucking liked me,” you said with a scoff. 

“She treated you like you were one of her own, especially after the Turn.” 

“No, she didn’t,” you disagreed, “and I’m not. I am not her daughter, but I am still yours and Judith’s sister and Dad’s daughter. It is my job to keep this family safe and if marrying Negan is the way to do it, then so be it!” 

“Who says it's your job to be a martyr?”

“Me,” you argued, sounding very much like Dianne. 

“And you think Negan will keep you safe?” he asked, throwing his hands up. 

“He has to have some kind of honor, right?” you asked, thinking of the broad-chested man with a habit for bloodshed. 

“I don’t trust him.”

“Who says I do?” you asked. “Carl, I don’t want to do it, but if it stops more people from dying then isn’t it worth it?”

“You have already made too many sacrifices for this family,” he said, his tone softer. “Ever since the world turned, you have been putting yourself in danger. You were the one who stopped Shane from going after Andrea on the farm when he was going crazy; You were the one who exchanged yourself for Maggie with the Governor; You were the one who tried to take Noah’s place at Grady trying to save Beth; You were the one who nearly died trying to get Cyndie to work with us in the war. When are you going to stop trying to fix everything and start looking out for yourself?”

“Says the one who hitched a ride into the Sanctuary and went all Al Capone on Negan’s men,” you reminded him. 

“I was angry,” he rationalized.

“And you don’t think I’m not? I’m furious! When I found out what he did to Glenn and Abraham, I couldn’t breathe. Then the way he gutted Monroe in the street as if he was nothing more than a sack of meat? Fuck, Carl, I have never felt more anger towards anyone.”

“Because he’s killed people?” 

“What? No, not because he’s killed people, we’ve all killed people. I’m angry at Negan because he made me realize that this is how humanity is now. I was happy to keep believing that we could get back to who we used to be, but let’s fucking face it, humans have never been saints. Negan proved that to me.”

“And yet you want to marry him?”

“I want to stop him from killing more of us! I want the damn fighting to stop and if there is even a chance that it does with both him and Dad alive, it’s worth it because if I’m being honest, Carl, I don’t see us winning this war.” 

“You have to have faith,” he said and you snorted. 

“I stopped having faith the day the fire fell on my city,” you said. 

“I’m willing to fight him,” Carl said, stepping closer to you, placing his hand on your shoulder. “You don’t have to be the only one to make sacrifices.”

“But I can’t let you,” you whispered. “Judith needs you, Carl. She needs you alive and fighting for her future.”

“She needs both of us,” he urged. “When I was growing up, you were a hero to me. All I wanted to be was like my big sister and I know now that to do that, I have to tell you when it's time to stop taking on the world alone. When the prison fell and we lost you, I thought I’d never see you again. When we found you with Maggie, I promised I would never let you go again. Don’t make me break that promise, please.”

“Carl, stop,” you said, running a hand over his face, just below his bandage. “You’re giving me way too much credit, kid.”

“You deserve it,” he said. “You’ve never let me down, but if you go with him, you will. We’re Grimes, and that means we don’t take shit from anyone. Alright?” With a deep breath, you swallowed thickly, looking at your baby brother for a moment, trying to take in his newfound resilience and courage. It warmed your heart. 

“I was going to say that it’s your time to step up as the older sibling, but it looks like you already have,” you said through a thick voice. Carl rolled his eye. 

“Shut up,” he said as he tugged you into a hug. You wrapped your arm around him, clutching him close to you. 

“I love you, Carl,” you whispered in his ear. 

“Yeah, yeah, I love you, too,” he said. “And don’t start thinking you're out of a job just yet just because I stopped taking orders from you. I’m happy with being the middle child for now.” Pulling back, you nodded to him, adjusting the brim of his hat. 

“Fair enough,” you said, wiping at invisible tears on your face. Finally realizing Siddiq was still standing around, you snapped out of your thoughts. “You should take him back home,” you said with an awkward cough. “He does need help and we should do it, you’re right. As always.” 

“You’re coming too?”

“In a bit, I’m going to do a final sweep, just in case anyone else is lurking around,” you said and he nodded, picking up his gun that had fallen when he was accosted by the Dead. 

“Come on, man,” Carl called to Siddiq. “Hey!” he called to you as you turned toward the South. “No, Negan,” he said, his face pleading. 

“I won’t,” you said with a sigh. “I promise you.” Carl smiled at you softly, happy with your answer. Carl helped Siddiq as they headed back to Alexandria. You watched him walk away until the trees swallowed up the pair. 

The lump in your throat was suffocating as you struggled to stay on your feet. Carl was right, Grimes never gave up, but sometimes they didn’t have a choice. With a shaky breath, you pushed up the sleeve of your right hand, the one that the Walker had torn. Through fresh blood, you could make out a double crescent shape wound in the tanned flesh of your arm. 

The bite was burning as blood streamed down your arm and dripped off your fingers. Repressing the urge to scream in sorrow, you tugged your sleeve back down and with glistening eyes, looked back towards Alexandria.

“I’m sorry, little brother.”

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Incel! Shinsou x F!Reader Part 3 (2/2):

Section 2 of Part 3 is here! I had a few ideas as to how this could have gone but I've decided to leave it this way mostly because my mind tends to wonder. Horny thoughts have plagued me for a few days so again, keeping it wholesome because i want any smut/sex scenes in the future to mean something between the reader and Shinsou's relationship. (Yes, we do plan to have nsfw content within the series in the future!)

For now please, enjoy the last part of the Sport Festival where our dear Shinsou is about to get the rare chance of seeing a different side of Midoriya.

"I don't ever wanna go, but my feet keep on moving and pushing me closer to you. I will never let you know. When I'm mulling it over and taking my time overdue." - (Belgium to Bordeaux by Canteen)

Part 3: Incel!Shinsou x F!Reader (1/2)

Part 4: Incel!Shinsou x F! Reader

He was winning, he just needed to push more. Shinsou just needed to grab Midoriya and it would all be over.

"You have so much Midoriya, yet you're greedy and keep it to yourself." Shinsou starts closing in on him, like any predator with it's incapacitated prey. Toying with it and making sure that it knows that in the moment, right now, they aren't going to make it out alive. Thats his plan, destroy Midoriya's will to fight and use his emotional hypersensitivity to make him give into whatever Shinsou wants from him. He grabs Midoriya and starts pushing him out of the ring. "This is it! I'll win and she'll see th-that...that i'm still..a-"

"I know, Shinsou." Midoriya lifts his head up, his eyes filled with something Shinsou has only seen in him when performing. Hate. Shinsou's used to it, but not from Midoriya. He didn't think the green haired boy was capable of genuine hatred.

"You hurt y/n for what? For a laugh? What did she do to you?" "A lot of things. They were all great, healthy."

"Shut up, you don't know anything!" Shinsou growls. An actual animalistic sound coming out of his throat and Midoriya's calm demeanor only made his blood boil with greater might.

"I do, and you're a real piece of work for doing that to her." Midoriya doesn't stop Shinsou's form from pushing him to the outskirts of the ring. It was his turn to play now.

"I'm kind of jealous of you, you know? Thanks to the shitty way life works, the shit cards I've been dealt, I've always been at a big disadvantage. But someone as blessed as you wouldn't understand that!"

"I get it. Even though you're right, I have been blessed. But thats not a reason to treat others like their disposable!" Midoriya was finally biting back, but it wasn't helping Shinsou in anyway. All this time he let himself be played by Midoriya. The bubbly happy guy in front of him wasn't a pushover like he thought, he was a planner, a risk taker. He was a great pretender, a great actor. Something Shinsou was never going to be out of his own doing because he lacked what Midoriya had. Confidence.

"You're lucky enough to have people who love and support you! It'll be so easy for you to reach your goal!" He's desperate, desperate for some validation that he isn't worthless. Some affection thats reassuring. Words that remind him that he is worth something and not a burden like his mother viewed him as. You gave him that and he fucked up! Goddammit why!

"Im not letting you win Shinsou, i'm not y/n. Im not someone you can push around. I don't know what's going on in your life but for what its worth stop being so damn selfish!" Midoriya wasn't going to lose to help save Shinsou's feelings. Whatever's going on with him, he had to figure it out on his own.

"You've gotta be kidding me!" He was going to lose because he's allowed Midoriya to see his emotions. He's going to lose because he was still a mess of anger and bitterness. He was losing mentally while physically Midoriya pushed him towards his own physical loss outside the perimeter of the ring.

He couldn't take it anymore, he was angry and needed to hurt. Needed a reminder of why he even bothers with all of this.

He punched Midoriya square in the face and the world goes silent. Everything was fair game during the Sport Festival, especially this game. Still, ground rules had been established, no face hits and no low blows. But he still didn't care, he needed more.

"Get out of this ring, you lucky brat!" Pure unadulterated anger and violence was surging through Shinsou's veins. Midoriya's bloody nose wasn't enough for him. He wanted to see the green haired boy cry! Wanted to make the other as miserable as he himself felt every.single.day.of.his.life!

But Midoriya won't allow him this one sick pleasure. He grabs Shinsou and throws him over his own body. Shinsou no longer felt the ground with his feet.

"You play villains? That's so cool!" Middle school was cruel, but the kids were crueler. He doesn't remember a time were he didn't want to leave this shitty school.

"I'm so jealous, Shinso. Imagine all the cool stuff you could do controlling people by pretending to be someone else." They wouldn't stop talking, he didn't care about what they had to say-

"Yeah, you can do any bad thing you want. And no one would ever know it was you. Just promise you won't manipulate us, okay?" "Shut up! Stop!" It was to much, he couldn't deal with this right now. Not again, please not again. Not after he spoke with-

"Heh... Everyone always says that. I'm used to people looking at me like I'm the bad guy, hah. But you know what?" He couldn't deal with this today. He found half truths not that long ago and he couldn't swallow them. He couldn't breathe.

"Im not."

He couldn't move. Back flat on the concrete floor as he heard the loud roars of the cheering crowd around him. Shinsou felt as useless as his former classmates would tell him he was. He couldn't yell or scream, he already embarrassed himself enough today that adding on to it would only make it worse.

"Do you need help getting up?" Midoriya wasn't taunting or furious anymore, genuine concern making itself perfectly clear to Shinsou even though he couldn't see him from his position on the floor. He didn't want his help but he did take in his kindness letting it wash over him and calm him down. Slowly, Shinsou gets up and straightens his clothes. Embarrassment wasn't a great feeling, nor was guilt. He pushed it again.

Midoriya and him exchange words and he slowly left to join his classmates at the stands. He didn't want to see the pity looks they'll him so he keeps moving forward towards the tunnels without giving his class a glanc-

"You were awesome out there, Shinso!" The first cheer.

"We're proud a' you!" The next.

"You didn't tell us you were that good!" And then the next one.

"Yeah, you're the star of our program!"

"I can't believe you put up such a great fight against the dude who was in first place earlier!"

Complements. Praise. Everything he always wanted was being given to him the moment he failed. He always thought that he needed to do something extreme, either good or bad, to gain praise. Yet here he was, feeling like shit and getting support. "Whats wrong with them? They saw I lost so why are they so happy for me?"

"Congratulations Shinsou!" Two words. Two words that people would glance at and move on from, yet he couldn't do that. Why? It was your voice. Sweet and full. A happiness to the voice he so longed for in the past few weeks. You were speaking to him, and yet hiding within the crowd of your guy's classmates. Shinsou turned slightly, now throwing his voice to Midoriya who was standing behind him holding his bloody nose.

"Even if it didn't work out this time, I'm not giving up. I'll get onto the Art Course, get recognized by a company, and then, I'll become a better artists than any of you!" Shinsou screamed back at Midoriya, "So be careful. You better not lose and make me look bad." And with that, Shinsou entered the tunnel, losing Midoriya but most importantly losing your voice. The further he got the colder the space became. He stopped once he could only hear the crowd faintly in the distance and held himself in his own arms.

He had it bad. He needed this today. He slowly lowered himself on to the concrete floor and cried for the first time in years. Holding himself and rocking himself slowly as he let out hiccuped breaths and small whimpers.

He lost today, but won the greater prize... your recognition.

If none of you are aware, this entire series/prompt started because of a personal experience with a person who i thought was a friend and in reality turned out to be a horrible person. I wanted to vent about it at first but i also saw no use for it since that wouldn't change anything. You can't redeem everyone and sometimes its impossible to forgive, so the Incel!Shinsou series mostly serves to show a more "realistic" redemption arc of a person trying to do better to save a relationship that held value and meaning to them and ended up ruining through bad actions. By having the reader not immediately forgive Shinsou and Shinsou learning from his mistakes, this adds value as to why he should be given a second chance by the reader.

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[Chapter V: Han Jisung, you irresistible young man!]

Pairing: Producer/Music Major! Han Jisung x Photographer! fem! reader

Genre: NSFW! Smut; non idol au, college au, strangers to lovers

Warnings: Mature Content! language, mentions of homicide (no one actually dies!), oral sex (m. rec) (yes again), exhibitionism

Chapter Word Count: 4.2k words

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“You’re evil,” Jisung pouted, pulling down on his oversized shirt to cover his still semi-hard on as the two of you walked down the hall. You snickered, enjoying the way he walked almost painfully.

“Sorry,” you grinned. “But it was fun, wasn’t it?”

“For you!” he cried. He leaned closer to your ear and hissed quietly, “You’re not the one who has a boner!” You quickened your pace, turning your head to throw a wink and a kiss. Jisung grumbled, awkwardly waddling faster to catch up to you. “Minx. You evil she-devil of a minx!”

“Hey, is it my fault you get horny easily?”

“Yes! It’s you, for fucks sake! Have you seen yourself?” he huffed. “You’re on my mind 24/7, do you even know how much you affect me?”

Your heart raced. You rolled your eyes and laughed him off, hoping that he wouldn’t notice your flustered expression. Scoffing playfully, you said, “Now that sounds like a you problem, doesn’t it?”

“Y/n~! Stop!” he whined.

You briefly glanced at his reddened face and sighed. “Okay, okay. Fine. I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you, promise.” You were about to enter the canteen until Jisung grabbed your wrist.

“I know how you can make it up,” he said with a somewhat timid look. He took a deep breath before stating more boldly. “Go on a date with me.”

Your eyes widened in shock. “Wh-what?”

“Let’s go on a date. After school. Tonight.” Jisung stared at you with a newfound determination meanwhile your face grew hotter and hotter by the second. You stared at his reddened face, contemplating, before sighing.

“What time?”

“Oh, what? Seriously?” he gaped. “Holy shit. YES!” He threw his fists up in the air, hollering. “Oh my God, fuck yeah!”

You couldn’t help but laugh as he rejoiced, despite the slight embarrassment you felt from the scene he was causing. Putting your hands on his shoulders, you camly shushed him with a smile. “Sorry, I was just—wow. I really landed a date with the hottest person I know,” he chuckled sheepishly as he rubbed the top of his fluffy blond hair.

You giggled, moving his hand away from his head to hold it instead. “Better show up all dolled up for me, pretty boy.”

“Pff, I always look good, Y/n. What’re you talking about?” Jisung smirked, obnoxiously holding his head up high. You rolled your eyes at his playful arrogance.

“Watch it. I can change my mind anytime.”

“I know you won’t.” He brought your entwined hands up to his lips to kiss your knuckles. The rate of your heart beat increased, body tingling in adoration. Jisung smiled, letting go of your hand. “Gotta go now, I need to work on some stuff with Chan and Changbin today, but I’ll see you later, yeah?”

“Yup, see you soon!” You waved goodbye as Jisung walked away. He was only 5 steps in when he turned around and started walking backwards to speak.

“Tonight’s gonna be a surprise! Just be ready by 6, okay?” he called out.

“Okay!” You watched his retreating figure until he was halfway out of the hall. You walked happily into the canteen, thinking about your date with Jisung.

‘5:56pm’

It’s been 5 minutes since you’ve been mindlessly brushing the ends of your hair. Placing the brush back down onto your coffee table, you stood up to check your outfit on the reflection of the blackened TV screen for the umteenth time, bending down to sweep off any dust from your flowy pants. Now, you weren’t typically the type to obsess over your appearance, but tonight is certainly an exception, right? Grabbing the lip balm in your bag, you slathered on a thin layer of the sweet scented stick, smacking your lips together with a ‘pop’, and placed back inside. A notification went off from your phone. Recognizing the unique ringtone immediately, you hastily bent down to grab it.

1 new message(s) from Hannie Bear 🍯🧸

Hannie Bear 🍯🧸: im outside!

Me: Coming out now!

You rushed to the front door, grabbing your keys and switching off the lights in the living room in the process. You double checked everything in your apartment one last time before leaving.

“Hey.”

You jolted in surprise seeing Jisung leaning on the wall right in front of your door. “What the fuck, Jisung, you scared me!”

“Sorry,” he laughed, standing up straight. “I saw Hyunjin earlier and told him about our date. He looked pretty excited.”

“Yeah?” you said as you turned around to lock your door. “Is that why you were standing in front of my door like a creep?”

You giggled at Jisung’s incredulous expression. “I wouldn’t say ‘like a creep’ but yeah, he’s the reason why I found your apartment.”

“Still sounds like a creeper thing to do,” you teased. “I never told you exactly where I lived, that’s lowkey freaky.”

“Oh, uh...Sorry?”

You walked up to him, smiling at his embarrassed face. “It's okay. You’re cute so I’ll allow it.” Grabbing his hand, you led him to the elevator. “Let’s go?”

Jisung instantly smiled, walking fast so he can be the one leading you instead. “Mhm!”

Instead of driving or taking a taxi, the two of you walked. Not that you mind, at least the night was cool enough for you to not sweat. “So? Where are you taking me first?”

“Hey, didn’t I tell you tonight is a surprise?” Jisung grinned. “No questions, no doubting. Just trust me tonight.”

“Well, for all I know, you might be a murderer luring me out for my last night.”

“Please. If I was a murderer, I would’ve killed Hyunjin and Felix for stealing my cheesecake earlier.”

You snorted. “Wait, you like cheesecake?”

“Yup! And chocolate cake! God, I love those.” He looked at you excitedly. “I think it was my mom who got me into cheesecake? She isn’t the type to like sweets that much but cheesecake is the only dessert she genuinely loves.”

“Really?”

“Yeah! I remember my brother and I used to go to the store a lot to buy it for her.”

“Cute,” you giggled. You walked a few more blocks before Jisung stopped you.

“Aaand...We’re here!” You looked past him to see a small Italian restaurant. The inside looked homey, not too extravagant, with only a handful of customers inside. It had a minimalistic vibe that you very much enjoyed.

You couldn't help but chuckle. “Cheesy” you joked. “Were you hoping we would ‘Lady and the Tramp’ this?”

“Oh my God,” he gasped exaggeratedly, “that would've been so cool! But no, I heard from Minho one time that you like pasta, so I did some research and found this comfy, and more importantly, affordable place!”

“Aww,” you cooed. “You did research for me?”

“Psh, of course I did! I wanted to impress you,” he said cockily. “So, are you?”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Oh yeah, very much impressed.” You reached over to pat his leather jacket. “Especially with this sexy jacket you’re wearing.” Jisung turned bashful, fumbling with the zipper on his sleeve.

“What? Too much?” he chuckled stiffly. “Changbin actually helped me, believe it or not. He told me you’d find me irresistible if I dressed up like this.”

You took a step back to admire his outfit. From his blond hair nicely styled, to the black ripped jeans he wore that showed off his slender legs, to the runstar hike Converse he wore often. Oh yeah, this man is hot shit, you thought, biting your lip. You looked back up to seeing him fidgeting with his black mock-turtleneck with a flushed face. You giggled, gingerly placing a warm hand on his face so he could face you. “You look good, Sung,” you smiled softly, as opposed to the not-so-innocent thoughts running through your mind. “Changbin’s right, by the way. You do look irresistible.”

You grabbed his hand and dragged him inside. “But to be honest, I find you irresistible no matter what,” you winked flirtatiously, causing him to blush even more and smile giddily. You walked inside the restaurant, instantly catching the faint scent of cinnamon. Ooh Sweet… You stood near the door, waiting for a host to seat you. After 3 minutes, someone finally came by.

“Hello! I apologize for the wait, we’re just slightly short staffed tonight.”

“Felix?” you and Jisung said. Felix’s eyes widened, just realizing it was you two.

“Y/n? Jisung?” he gasped. “Hey! I didn’t know you guys were going out already.”

“We’re, well. Not official yet,” you said. “We’re still in the ‘talking’ stage, right?”

Jisung nodded, humming in agreement. “But this is still a date though.”

“Lit,” Felix cheered, fistbumping Jisung. “I’ll show you to your table now.” Your host led the both of you to the corner of the restaurant. As you sat on the chair, Felix handed you some menus.

“So my bros, I’m Felix, everybody’s favorite little freckled Aussie, and I’ll be your server for tonight.” He bowed like he would during a curtain call of a play.

“Your theatre side is coming out, Felix. Is it intermission now?” Jisung joked. You snorted while Felix rolled his eyes.

“Just give me your drinks for tonight.”

Without looking from the menu, you answered, “Water.”

“Just get me any soda you have, man. Thanks!”

“Aight. I’ll be back in 2 minutes to get your orders.” Felix walked back to the host stand to seat another set of customers. You sat in silence, skimming through your options on the menu.

“Didn’t know Felix worked here,” Jisung announced.

You shrugged. “Me neither. I guess that’s why he’s been so busy.” Another wave of silence hit the both of you. You calmly looked at the food presented on the pamphlet. However, Jisung couldn’t take the quietness.

“Remember that photography assignment you’ve been working on?” he paused, waiting for your acknowledgment. You hummed, making eye contact with him. “How is it?”

You grunted, stretching your back. “Honestly. It’s a lot harder than I thought,” you sighed. “I’ve taken countless photos already but none of them seem to resonate within me. I feel so...”

“Trapped? Blocked?”

You stared at him, the mood now oddly serious. “Yeah...Nothing seems to feel right. It’s like I’m missing something.”

“Man, I feel you,” Jisung sighed. “Lately I’ve been feeling that too. You know how many songs I’ve trashed cause they didn’t sound the way I wanted it to?”

“The life of an artist, am I right?” you joked tiredly. He nodded, patting your hand empathetically. From the corner of your eyes, you could see Felix walking back to your table. “Oh shit, Felix is coming back. Hurry up and decide what to get!”

Pain. That was all the two of you could feel.

Your head was on the table, clutching your full stomach. You looked up to see Jisung blankly staring up at the ceiling. Is he still breathing?

All of a sudden, he looked down at you, a smile beginning to form from the corners of his mouth. “You too?”

You groaned, the pain in your stomach coming back. “Why did we order so much goddamn food?”

“Go big or go home,” he weakly cried out, raising his fists up. You laughed in amusement, regretting it immediately after when your stomach started to ache again.

“Holy crap, we’re gonna die in here.”

“‘Least we’re dying happy?”

“Is—shit...A-are guys okay?” Felix asked, worriedly. The sight of your empty eyes greatly concerned him.

“Just had too much food. We’re good,” Jisung answered, giving him a thumbs up.

“Barely,” you muttered as you slowly lifted your head up.

“I wanted to ask if you guys wanted dessert but nevermind…” he eyed you both. You and Jisung made eye contact together before looking back at your friend.

“What’s the special?” you both asked simultaneously.

“Nuh uh. I’m not about to be responsible for your deaths. Go home!”

You pouted. “Come on, Felix. Don’t you love us?”

“Yeah, bro! We can take it, let’s go!”

“If I go to jail for potential homicide, I swear to God,” he sighed. “Fine. The special for tonight is a chocolate cheesecake sprinkled with shreds of Belgian chocolate.”

Both your eyes lit up. You looked back at each other as if you were speaking telepathically. Chocolate cheesecake?

“I’ll get you both only one slice!” Felix scolded. “If you guys need to puke, the restroom is down the hall behind you to your left.” Your freckled friend walked away, into the kitchen, as he glanced back at your drained forms.

“Gosh, now we’re really gonna die in here,” you whispered.

Jisung snorted as he hung his head back over the chair, “At least I’m dying with you.” You stared at his limp figure for a while before feeling the urge to take a picture. Grabbing your bag from the chair, you dug for your phone, finding it, then pulled it out. You swiped to the camera screen and took some candid photos of Jisung. “Hey, hey! Do it again!”

You looked up to see him pouting. “I know I’m handsome but if you wanted to take some pictures, you gotta tell me!” he said, sitting up and fixing his hair. You rolled your eyes, scoffing in amusement.

“Fine. Smile!”

Jisung smiled, winking as he threw up a peace sign. You took two pictures before looking up. “Okay, do something else now.” Now he pointed his index finger and thumb out, placing it under his chin. He winked again, now smiling with his teeth. Then, switching to another pose; he puffed his cheeks, hands cupping his face with his lips pursed. “One more.”

He switched from a cute pose to morphing his face into an ugly one. You laughed, “Gross!” The two of you took a couple more fun pictures together.

“Wow, I’m so handsome. Look at that,” he said. You were about to reply when you saw Felix walking back up to your table.

“Okay, bad news guys. I for real didn’t plan this, but we ran out of dessert.”

“Aww, seriously?” Jisung pouted, looking up at Felix.

He hissed, rubbing Jisung’s back. “Yeah, sorry guys. I guess chocolate cheesecake is in high demand here.”

You watched Jisung frown deepen more, slightly feeling bad. “We can go out to buy some, if you want, Sung,” you offered, holding his hand. He turned his hand so that he was able to hold it properly.

Sighing, he said whilst chuckling to lighten up his mood, “Nah. This is probably a sign for us to stop eating.” He let go of your hand, much to your dismay, and faced Felix. “It’s alright, dude. Maybe next time!”

“I feel bad,” Felix muttered. “I’ll make it up to you guys next time, promise!”

“It’s okay, Lix, it’s not your fault,” you said. “We’ll just get the check now then.”

Felix reached into his apron. “Yeah, here it is,” he said, handing you the black bill holder before walking away. “Sorry, again!”

As You were reaching for your bag to grab your wallet, Jisung stopped you. “I’m paying,” he announced. You gave him a stank look before swatting his hand away.

“I can pay too, you know?”

He refuted. “No, I’m a gentleman. That means me paying for our meal is the gentlemanly thing to do.”

“Equal rights.”

“My treat.”

The both of you tightly gripped onto the bill, death staring at one another. Neither were going to back down anytime soon. You stared hard at his face as he did the same.

“Okay, fine. Let’s compromise. We split the bill. Deal?”

Jisung hummed in thought. He was about to disagree until you pitched in. “I’ll let you pay a little extra?”

“Deal.”

You placed your split payment inside the bill holder and handed it to Felix. “Thanks guys, come back again soon!”

“Later, dude!”

“Bye, Lix!”

You walked out the restaurant, the bell on the door ringing as you left. You were about to take the path to your house until Jisung stopped you. “Park,” he whispered. “Let’s go to the park.”

You blinked, slightly off guard. “Okay…”

The walk to the park wasn’t too far, literally right across from the restaurant. It was a peaceful night, the cool breeze brushed past your bodies as you walked. Silence filled the air between the both of you; nothing but the wind and the sound of dirt crunching under your shoes was heard. The mood was...romantic. There was no one but the two of you in the area.

Your bodies brushed past one another every once in a while—more specifically, your hands. You wanted to say something when Jisung beat you to it. He shyly slid his hand into yours, watching you from the corner of his eyes, and smiled when you entwined your fingers together.

“Tonight was fun,” you said softly. You leaned closer to his body to rest your head on his shoulder. Jisung tightened his grip on your hand.

“Me too,” he whispered. “I just wish I can spend more time with you.”

“You see me everyday though?”

“Yeah, but like, I mean just you and me, alone; no one else. I—” he inhaled sharply. “I’m greedy, aren’t I?”

You looked at him confused. “What do you mean?”

“I want to be with you all the fucking time, Y/n. It hurts when I’m without you. I feel alive when we’re together. It’s like, I feel like my world would stop if I don’t see you.” You were stunned. You could only listen quietly to his rant.

“God, I sound so possessive, that’s not what I was trying to aim for,” he panicked. “I don’t care if you’re with the guys, or anyone else, I know you're not the type to pull shit like that; I trust you. I just—fuck, why is this so hard?”

He stopped walking all of a sudden and pulled you away from the path, leading you 7 feet into the trees. In any normal circumstance, you would’ve been terrified. However, this was Jisung—and you knew it, somewhere deep down, that he would never do anything to hurt you. He let go of your hand and faced you. “Jisung?”

His heart pounded erratically, he didn’t know if he was on the verge of getting a heart attack. He felt overwhelmed. Having you standing right in front of him felt like a dream. He took a deep inhale in hopes of calming himself down. “I meant what I said this morning.”

“Wh-wha…?”

“You’re in my mind 24/7, Y/n. Everyday, I always think about you to the point I’m starting to think I’m going insane. Every text, every call, every time we talk, my heart feels like it might pop out. I can’t focus and I don’t know what to do about it!” He sighed, running his fingers through his hair. “Every song I’ve written was about you. Every time I look at my phone, I feel so disappointed when I don’t see a text from you.”

Jisung steps closer to you, nearly pinning you to the tree behind you. “You’re my muse, Y/n. I-I don’t really know exactly what my heart wants but all I know is that, you’re the person I want to spend my entire life with. I think…” he paused to take another deep breath. You could feel your own heart stopping, blood rushing up to your face. “I love you, Y/n!” Jisung declared loudly.

You didn’t know if the loud sound of a heart thumping was yours or his. You were stunned, happy, and scared; millions of emotions were racing within you. Not finding the proper words for yourself, you grabbed his face and kissed him. Jisung whimpered in shock, not really expecting that reaction from you. However, he quickly pulled himself together and kissed you back, wrapping his arms around your waist. You stayed like that until the burning in your chest overpowered the burn of your hearts. You both gasped heavily, taking back in the air you lost.

“You know,” your warm breath tickled his lips. “I never did take it up for the boner I gave you this morning.”

Jisung blushed, remember the embarrassment from earlier. “Yes you did? Our date is—”

“Then this is your gift.” You slowly kneeled in front of him, caressing his thighs as you went down. Jisung watched in shock.

“I—whoa. H-Here? I-in public? Y/n, that’s—”

“Do you not want this?” you looked up, wanting his confirmation. Jisung’s breath hitched, he never would’ve thought he’d be able to see you like this just yet. He bit his lip and nodded. You smiled, kissing his hip, before undoing his pants. You slowly pulled his jeans and underwear down to his knees, his cock springing up and slapping his stomach. You found yourself drooling, finally seeing his cock in person.

Jisung groaned, the cool air hitting his dick. “Fuck…” You licked your lips then took him whole, catching him off guard. He moaned, his hand now gripping onto your hair. “Holy shit, Y/n!”

You bobbed your head, hollowing your cheeks, as you pumped whatever your mouth couldn’t take in. The man above you let out heavy breaths, trying his best not to moan so loud. That was, in fact, proven to be difficult for your mouth was just heavenly. He rested his forehead onto the tree, looking down at you. Regret filled Jisung’s chest, greeted with the erotic sight of your cheeks puffed out, his cock sliding in and out of your pretty mouth. He moaned loudly into his arm. You moved your other hand to fondle his balls, causing Jisung to buck his hip into your mouth.

“Fuck baby,” he moaned. “So good—ah! F-Feels so good, shit!” He threw his head back, covering his mouth to mask his noises. His ragged breathing sounded absolutely delicious. You took his dick halfway out of your mouth, stopping right as you felt only his tip. You sucked harshly on it, tongue swirling around it until you decided to play with his slit.

Jisung roughly pulled on your hair, moaning so loud that it almost echoed through the trees. “Y-y/n…” he whimpered. You looked up to see tears brimming his eyes. You giggled, laughing even more when the vibrations from your vocal cords hit him all in the right places.

“Feels good, baby boy?” you briefly asked, immediately going back to his cock after. He nodded, pushing his hips closer to your face, almost making you choke.

“Y-yes, m-mommy.” A wave of arousal hit your core. You could feel your juices seeping right through your panties. The nickname had you moaning, much to Jisung’s pleasure as well. “Fuck! Mommy, more!”

You continued sucking and playing with the slit on his head as you pumped his shaft with one hand and groped his ball with the other. The higher Jisung’s voice raised, you knew the closer he was.

“Close, baby boy?” you giggled. He nodded, hips no fucking into your hand.

“Yes! Oh my God, I’m so fucking close, mommy!” he stuttered. “Please! Let me cum in your mouth!”

“Such a good boy, of course I’ll let you.” You attached your mouth back into his dick, moving your head once again to bring him closer to his high.

“Holy—FUCK!” Jisung moaned, his hand back onto his mouth to control his voice. His body shook as he released his creamy essence into your mouth. Your tongue swiped across his cock to lap up the rest of his juices. His and your unstable breathing was the only thing that could be heard now. Out of courtesy, you tucked him in back into his pants and stood up.

“Wh-What about you?” he asked breathlessly. You shook your head as you patted his head.

“Nevermind about me. You’ve made me happy enough,” you grinned. “When you’re okay again, we can go back home.”

“So...Is this the part where I’m supposed to kill you?” Jisung laughed breathlessly.

The dim lights of the city were nowhere near as bright as your faces. The two of you walked, hand-in-hand, as slowly as you could, in hopes of the night never ending. But alas, the both of you had a morning class the next day. Jisung walked you all the way to your apartment door, telling you it was only for ‘safety measures’. What a liar.

“Text me when you get home, okay?” You said as you unlocked your front door. Jisung grinned, pecking the hand he held.

“Of course. I’ll see you tomorrow? Make sure you get a good night’s sleep.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you playfully rolled your eyes. Letting go of his hand, you finally opened your door and stepped inside.

“Hey, Y/n?”

You turned around to face him. “Yeah?”

Jisung stood there with a smile wider than before. “I love you.”

You giggled cutely. “Me too,” you said as you walked back to him to kiss his lips. “Goodnight, baby boy.”

“Goodnight...mommy.” He laughed.

You rolled your eyes, “Hurry and go home already!” He turned around and started walking to the elevator, calling out one final ‘I love you!’ before he walked inside. It was painfully obvious that he was trying to act cool for you, but the bounce in his walk made him look like he was skipping gleefully. You laughed, walking back inside your apartment.

Inside the elevator, Jisung pulled out his phone to text someone.

Me: hey, minho?

when i finally get married to y/n...

please be our best man! :D

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By Any Other Name: Chapter Seven

Summary: You and Rex have a conversation on the rooftop.

Chapter Rating: Teen 

Warnings: Alcohol, some drunk-ness. Sad, so very sad.

Ships: Rex x Female!Reader, Fives x Female!Reader, Clone OC x Female!Reader, other ships tbd.

Tags: #ByAnyOtherName, #BAON

Word Count: 3.1k

A/N: *insert that Always Sunny in Philadelphia Meme: “NEWSFLASH ASSHOLE, REX HAS BEEN IN LOVE WITH READER THE ENTIRE GODDAMN TIME* As always, bless @fat-zygerrian for being my beta reader!

Comment if you want to be tagged! Reblogs are SO appreciated!

Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six

You were supposed to meet him that night.

You’d planned on going to 79’s instead of the rooftop as usual. Rose said the boys had missed you and wanted to play cards again. You’d gotten all dolled up and were about to head out when your comm beeped.

“Hey,” You grinned, shutting your apartment door behind you. “I was just heading out.”

“Yeah… about that,” Rose sounded embarrassed. “There’s been a change in plans. I won’t be able to make it. In fact, none of us will. We got – err – held up on base.”

“Really?” You asked, pausing as you started to head down to the main level of your building. “Okay… well can we meet after?”

“I’m not supposed to go off base but – yeah, yeah I’ll see what I can do. Keep your comm close.”

He hung up and you hesitated in the stairwell for a beat. Fuck it. Even if Rose couldn’t come along, you were still going to have a nice time tonight!

You had gotten more confident about going to 79’s ever since you and Rose had gotten close. You could recognize a few distinct faces now, just from people Rose had pointed out to you or introduced to you in passing. There was a notable absence of 501st blue, which at least confirmed Rose wasn’t just ditching you and had in fact gotten held up at the base with the rest of his battalion.

You approached the bar, settling in and glancing around to look for any familiar faces to keep you company while you waited for Rose. Further down the bar, you spotted Marshal Commander Cody and your breath hitched for just a moment. Rose had told you all about him – the most highly decorated clone soldier in the entire Republic Army. You would’ve been able to guess it even if Rose hadn’t told you about the curved scar on the side of his face. For the way Cody carried himself, even here, held an air of authority, of gravitas and poise.

He was talking to someone, the other person obscured by his own body. You ordered a drink, trying not to look as starstruck by the Commander as you felt.

“I’d try your luck with someone a little less ranked if I were you,” The bartender teased, catching you staring. “I’ve never once seen the Marshal Commander take up an offer to go home with somebody.”

“That’s – that isn’t my intention.” You blushed, taking the drink with a short huff. Still, you glanced at Cody again and watched him clap his hand on the shoulder of the man he’d been speaking with.

“Alright, see you around, Rex ‘ole boy. Stay out of trouble.”

Now that made you turn instantly. As Cody moved away, you were able to get a better look at the man he’d been talking to, and gods above, it was him. It was Captain Rex. Rose had told you so many stories about him that it felt strange finally seeing him in the flesh.

Rose had warned you about how much trouble you both could get in if anyone ever found out you were seeing each other. Your friendship was frowned upon enough as is, but now that it had become something more, Rose had given you the full dressing-down on what could happen to him if you were ever caught.

As such, you hadn’t ever met Rose’s superior officer, and since Rose wasn’t here…

You downed the rest of your drink quickly. There’s no reason the Captain would be suspicious of you. Besides, you wanted to meet him, get to know the man who was such a huge part of Rose’s life.

You wanted to meet his family.

“Hi.”

In truth, maybe your introduction could’ve been a little stronger. But as you sidled over to the Captain and leaned one hand on the bar, he gave you a small smile, nodding once.

“Ma’am.”

“Can I buy you a drink?”

Rex seemed surprised and looked you over carefully. He seemed to be waging a war with himself for a split second but eventually nodded.

“I don’t see why not.”

You grinned, settling into the seat beside him and waving the bartender over, tucking a hand under your chin. “What’s your name? I’m Y/N.”

“Rex.” He replied, offering his hand to shake. You repressed the urge to giggle. He was such a gentleman.

“What do you drink, Rex?”

He chuckled. “Whiskey.”

“Two of those, then.” You told the bartender. Rex’s eyebrow jumped up but you barely noticed.

“So. You must be a Captain, right? With all this fancy gear?” You said, motioning to his pauldron and kama.

“How d’you know I’m not just some ARC trooper who likes showing off?” Rex replied, smirking and leaning forward a bit.

“I’ve met an ARC trooper or two, and you don’t seem the type to boast.”

Rex chuckled again, taking his glass as the bartender returned. “You must get around, then.”

It wasn’t an insult and you didn’t take it as such. “Maybe I’m just good at making friends.”

Rex smiled and his eyes seemed to appraise you for a moment, taking all of you in, calculating. He took a swig.

“You here with any of those friends?” He asked.

“All alone, tonight.” You replied. “My friends got held up and you looked lonely. Thought I’d keep you company. It’s the least I can do for a soldier like you.”

Rex chuckled, low and sweet. “Most pretty girls don’t just find themselves in 79’s.” Rex drawled, setting his glass down again. “From what I can tell, they’re usually looking for trouble.”

He turned slightly to face you better. “Are you looking for trouble, mesh’la?”

Your heart skipped a beat. You knew that word, but didn’t know what it meant. Rose had called you that before.

“It looks like I already found it.” You replied.

Rex grinned. “Then I guess you better stay close so I can keep a proper eye on you.”

You chuckled, picking up your own drink and finally taking a sip. The whiskey burned your throat but it warmed you to the core. Rex looked impressed which was its own bonus.

“You never answered my question.” You said. “Are you a Captain?”

“I command the 501st attack battalion.” Rex said, a note of pride in his voice.

“Ah, then you must know Echo and Fives.” You prompted.

Rex seemed to age ten years at just the mention of their names. “I take it those are the ARC troopers you’ve met?” He asked. “My condolences.”

You giggled. “We played cards a few times. They’re nice but definitely a handful.”

“They’re all a handful.” Rex waved over the bartender to get another drink. “Every last one of them. That’s why none of them were allowed off base tonight.”

“Oh?” You grinned. “Do tell.”

Once he got going talking about his men, he couldn’t stop. Rex regaled you with the story of how earlier that afternoon he’d discovered his men were not only hiding a loth cat in the barracks, but it had given birth. They had managed to keep it a secret for weeks until the kittens started wreaking havoc. According to his men, Fives and Hardcase had been the ringleaders.

“That’s what they all say at least.” Rex amended. “’Course, Fives’ll take credit for just about anything. But Rose and Echo were suspiciously quiet the whole time. Kix was the only one with the good sense not to show his face in the barracks when I caught them. Still, I’ve got a feeling he encouraged the others to go along with it. Di’kuts, all of them.”

He shook his head but smiled as you laughed. “Anyway. They’re cleaning up the mess and finding natborns to rehome all the kits with. And when they finish with that, they’re supposed to take over the latrine shifts and canteen shifts for any other battalions.”

“Aw, seems a steep punishment for hiding loth cats.” You laughed.

“You didn’t see the state of the barracks.” Rex said, shaking his head slowly. “Apparently a bucket of paint got upended. They should all be scrubbing paw prints out of the durasteel right about now.”

You smiled fondly at Rex. Even as he retold the story, you could tell he was trying not to smile at the antics. It was clear he cared very deeply for his men, even if he had to be the tired parent of them all.

“Sounds like they wear you out.” You teased. “You deserve a break.”

“Are you offering me one?” Rex prompted.

You tilted your head to the side. “What do you mean?”

Rex smirked, and downed the rest of his drink. He took a deep breath, as though he was steeling himself to ask you something.

“Y/N!”

You recognized the voice and turned quickly as Rose hurried up to you. He had a small streak of blue paint across his cheek, but otherwise was beaming.

“Hey, you should’ve told me you’d be here. I went all the way to your apartment and had to backtrack -.”

He noticed the Captain a beat too late and you watched as all the color comically drained from his face. “Captain! Sir!” He snapped to attention. “I ah – I can explain…”

You glanced between Rose and Rex, your own heart pounding. Rose had all but given away the two of you were seeing each other. Rex looked at Rose before looking at you. He then turned to his glass, picking it up and making a big scene of looking it over.

“Sir…?” Rose asked nervously.

“Oh, I’m just inspecting my beverage.” Rex replied smoothly. “I must’ve been drugged you see, because surely I am not seeing my Lieutenant standing here, not when he is under strict orders to stay on base tonight.”

Rose cringed. “Yeah, sir, about that -.”

“It’s my fault.” You spoke up quickly, throwing together a lie. “Rose and I met yesterday, we’d been playing Sabacc with some of his brothers and he very kindly walked me home afterwards. I promised him drinks tonight to thank him and I wouldn’t take no for an answer.” You glanced to Rose. “He was just being a gentleman.”

Rex raised an eyebrow, glancing at Rose. “Funny.” He said. “Could’ve sworn I saw you in the weight room with Fives last night.”

“We… came here afterwards sir.” Rose lied, shifting a little closer to you, almost protective. “Ask him, he’ll say the same thing.”

“I’m sure he will.” Rex stood, picking his helmet up off the counter and knocked his knuckles lightly against the bar. “It was lovely to meet you, ma’am.” He said. “Rose?”

Your soldier stood at attention once again but Rex just put a hand on his shoulder.

“We have a briefing tomorrow morning. Oh-eight-hundred. Don’t be late.”

“Thank you, sir.” Rose was barely audible over the roar of the music in the bar. He looked like his knees would give out at any moment.

You could’ve sworn you saw Rex give Rose a little wink, but it must’ve been a trick of the light. He gave you one last nod before quietly departing.

Neither you nor Rose saw him glance back at you over his shoulder one last time before stepping out of the bar.

~

You’d lost track of how long you sat on the roof with Rex. Partially because he’d gone downstairs and returned with a bottle of your favorite whiskey and two glasses, pouring drinks for you both.

“For Rose,” Rex toasted, clinking your glasses together.

You smiled and for the first time that you could remember, Rose’s name didn’t make your heart ache. “For Rose.”

You both tossed the glasses back, that familiar burn searing your throat and chest before you shook yourself out, watching as Rex poured you both a second glass, entirely unfazed.

“He was very unsubtle about sneaking off base to go see you.” Rex told you, leaning back on one hand and closing his eyes as the breeze kissed his cheeks. “I’d give him a job and it would either be done in record time or it would’ve been passed off to somebody else. He once almost missed a debriefing because he’d spent the night with you. Skidded in right as I was about to start.” He chuckled. “I didn’t mind. He was happy. Gods know we soldiers deserve whatever happiness we can find.”

You hummed, smiling as you took another drink. “He talked about you all the time.” You said, leaning slightly against Rex’s side. “Idolized you, actually. He told me about the battles you’d been in together, how well you led your men.” You smiled to yourself, finishing your second drink and making your way towards a third. “He told me about that virus. Blue Shadow Virus, right?”

Rex hummed, getting himself another drink as well. “That was an ugly mission.”

“He said you were hovering a lot.” You teased. “Because he was always so sick when he was little. You were worried about him.”

“Brothers were dropping dead, left and right. Hells, even Commander Tano passed out at one point.” Rex recalled, shuddering to himself. “I thought we were all going to die.”

“He told me he wasn’t scared because you weren’t scared.” You smiled. “I guess you did a good job of hiding it.”

“He had way too many close calls.” Rex chuckled. “That virus almost took him out. We got rescued just in time. There was another time he was scouting with me and a few others on Saleucami -.”

“I remember that. You were shot.” You recalled and Rex chuckled.

“He really did tell you everything, didn’t he?”

“He was terrified. He told me he thought you were dead, the way you flew off the back of the speeder after getting hit..” You murmured.

“What he probably didn’t tell you is that shot just barely missed him.” Rex replied. “I’d been leading but he’d circled around me to get in front. He was goofing around with Hardcase. Bolt whizzed just an inch past his head and hit me instead. He had a blaster burn on the side of his helmet to prove it.”

You shuddered at the thought. “He didn’t tell me that part.”

“Probably also didn’t tell you that he got shot pretty good on Toydaria.” Rex replied. “Not once, but twice, once in the leg and another straight through the chest. Kix thought for sure he was a goner.”

You were familiar with those wounds. A frown pulled your lips. “He didn’t tell me. I had to find them myself.” You grumbled, still bitter. “He’d come back from the mission and told me he’d gotten hurt, but it was nothing serious.” You threw back your drink again. “Bantha shit, if I brushed against him, he winced. Finally made him show me.”

“I’m sure he got an earful after that.” Rex laughed.

“Oh, he did. And he wasn’t even that bothered that he’d nearly died, no, he was more concerned about the fact that his tattoos had been damaged by the shots. He was worried he wouldn’t be able to get new ink over the scars.” You rolled your eyes. “That man…”

“He was just trying not to worry you.” Rex smiled, taking another drink.

“I always worry.” You murmured, rubbing your thumb along the rim of your glass. “Always. About all of you. I always worried that one day Rose would come home and tell me something had happened to Fives, Echo, you… or any of the others.” You chuckled humorlessly, finishing your drink. “And then… one day you showed up at my door instead.”

A heavy silence fell between you. Rex took your empty glass, filling it up once again.

“It seems so silly.” You said. “That he should survive all of that and then just get shot and killed during a routine supply drop. I thought he was unbreakable.” You shook your head. “Guess I was wrong.”

Rex wouldn’t look you in the eye, instead focusing very intently on the glass in his hands.

“It was quick.” Rex said finally, still avoiding your eyes. “He didn’t feel anything. I promise.”

“I know.” You gave him a small, sad smile, squeezing his bicep gently. “And I guess I have that at least. At least… at least I know he didn’t suffer. He wasn’t alone or – or afraid.”

You smiled wistfully, looking out over the skyline.

“There’s a dress in my closet,” You began. “It’s nothing fancy, just a white sundress with lace around the hem and sleeves.”

Rex already seemed to know where this was going. He took a very long drink and followed your gaze out towards the skyline.

“We were going to leave together.” You said quietly. “Get married. Have a family. He had this whole, crazy plan.” You chuckled. “I’d told him I wanted to think about it. It was a big decision, he’d be on the run for the rest of his life, hiding from the Republic. And I’d be part of that.”

You glanced over at Rex. “He told me he was going to tell you. He said we could trust you. Did he ever…?”

Rex shook his head. “No. He never got the chance.”

You nodded, turning back towards the sky. “I was going to say yes.” You whispered. “I was going to go with him when he came back. We were going to run away together… It was all very romantic.” You shook your head, staring down at your glass. “And it was so stupid.”

Rex was quiet for several long moments until finally he rose to his feet, offering you his hand.

“C’mon.” he murmured. “I think that’s enough drinking for one night. Let’s get you home.”

You nodded, taking his hand and letting him pull you to your feet. You swayed. You didn’t realize how much you’d had to drink until you stumbled, falling slightly against his chest.

“The Rose Lounge owner can’t hold her liquor?” Rex teased. “Ironic.”

“Shuddup.” You mumbled, giving him a little shove. “I can walk.”

“Oh no you can’t, Tipsy. C’mere.” He crouched down slightly, and you slumped against his back. He picked you up with ease, bouncing you once to hike you higher up his back. He wrapped his arms around your legs, holding them snug against his torso while your hands wrapped around his shoulders.

“Don’t puke on me.” Rex warned, carrying you piggyback style towards the stairs.

“’M gonna fall off.” You muttered.

“No you won’t. Trust me.”

Your eyes were heavy, cheek pressed against the back of Rex’s neck and you remembered a time very long ago when another man had carried you on his back to this rooftop, and said the very same thing.

“I trust you, Rose.”

Rex was still. You hadn’t noticed your slip, your eyes already slipping closed.

“Okay.” His voice echoed. “I’ve got you.”

I’ve got you.

~

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The Bad Ending | Woods Didn't Survive the Crate

Welcome to the first installment of my Halloween month one shots! The title is pretty self explanatory, as they all will be.

Let's be honest, that's a long time to be deprived of water.

Tw: major character death (obviously), heavy angst, and semi graphic description of wounds

Not a single ray of light pierces the rusted out crate he's wasting in.

The only way he has any sense of day or night is when the metal all around him becomes too hot to lean on. Burns cover his back and shoulders, with no chance of relief or healing. Can't see them, but God can he feel them.

Pain doesn't bother him too much, but nothing could prepare one for the stench in this place.

Mutilated, piled up corpses of his fellow troops lay all around him in the pitch black dumpster. The darkness is disorienting enough, but how he's gotten so use to the smell is anyone's guess. He's been here for so long, he hardly notices it most of the time.

It's only when the sun microwaves them all inside this living hell that he feels the urge to be sick.

If only he could manage even that.

Woods lifts his arm off the hot metal and drops it onto his lap. He's been in here for days easily, perhaps almost a week.

No food.

No water.

And his skin... His skin feels tight, too tight, at all times. Like he's covered in plastic and itching to tear it off already.

What little water, if any, was left in the canteens on the corpses of his friends has all been consumed.

His mouth is completely dry to the point that he can feel the leathery texture of his tongue and all that it touches. His pores are burning, surprisingly not just from the heat. He thinks his body is trying to cool off and just sweat, but he simply has no more fluid to give.

He feels mummified in his own body.

Last time he checked, he could tell apart each rib just with his fingers. He's never been this skinny in all his life. Even his muscles seem to be gone, wasted away like everything else in this mass grave.

Wood's head falls back again the metal walls. He's too tired to hold it up anymore. His back is starting to singe from the heat, but he hopes maybe he'll go under again and get to escape it all.

Every day he's been holding on for rescue. Mason would never leave him. Not like this...

He doesn't know how much longer he can hold on, but hope is all he has left.

His eyelids drop, and his chest starts to heave. Fuck, he doesn't even have enough in him to cry.

Those same words echo back to him over and over again. Not like this, not like this... After all he's been through. After all he's planned out for his life. This is how he goes out?

Alone, while nothing but the tortured bodies and nightmarish memories of the past few months to keep him company.

A stream of liquid crawls down his cheek, and for a moment he almost feels hopeful that he isn't as dried out as he thought. A thought that's quickly squashed when the stream reaches his mouth. It's sour, thick and metallic tasting.

Blood.

But... once in a while, every now and then, he has a good dream. That one dream that takes him away from all the suffering...

Damn. As if he hasn't lost enough of that already.

His head starts to feel heavy again, like he's been awake for far too long. He lays back against the hot metal, but it doesn't hurt nearly as bad as it usually does.

His dreams are filled with nightmares, nothing new there. All flashbacks of torture and brutality he and his squad suffered. Voices of the dead, and the smells of them too, haunt him constantly.

"You're gonna be alright, Frank"

The one where the rusty, fucking door opens. Where sunlight comes in, and just for once the sun is a welcome sight. It's warm and comforting instead of the fire that constantly scalds his skin.

There's no more reason to be afraid.

Alex came back for him, just like he knew he would.

That's what he says. Every time. And every time, he knows he means it. Mason would never let him down.

But the dreams keep coming, and every time they're just that. Dreams.

Every time, he wakes up to his tight, blistering skin and the rancid smell of the fallen.

Every time, he wakes up to pitch blackness, so much so that he often questions whether or not he's actually awake.

And every time, he knows more precious time has been lost while he slowly wastes away.

Come to think of it, he hasn't felt much of anything at all lately. Even his tongue hasn't been bothering him.

He's been falling sleep more often lately. Or maybe he's been passing out. What little track of time he's been able to keep seems to have totally vanished. He hasn't felt his back being fried in quite some time now.

Funny how that's the only way he can keep track of the daytime.

The only thing keeping him awake is the feable shivers jolting through him. When did it get so cold?

He's pretty sure he's never called for help out in the field in his life. But by now, it's too late. His throat is so dry, it hurts just to breath. Speaking isn't much better.

He can hardly get a word out. It's the same one every time.

"M-Ma... Mason?"

For the first time since he got stuck in this box, a thought occurs to him. Maybe help isn't coming.

No. No, he can't give up. Not now. This can't be the end, he's not going out like this. He just has to hold on...

Just a little longer...

The door scrapes open as it always does. A blinding light floods in, just as it always does. Mason coughs and gags, clearly not as use to the corpses as he is. You know, by now he's nearly forgotten they're there.

He's having that dream again. The one where Mason saves him. Except, it seems distant, even in his own mind. As if the whole thing is taking place under underwater.

Sounds seem muted and far away. Colors are dull, and the face that he knows so well looks less and less like it should every time.

"Frank? Oh God, Frank!"

A tiny breath of relief, although he knows the whole scene's a lie, escapes him at the sound of that voice. Mason's voice sounds a million miles away, but Frank would recognize it anywhere.

This is always his favorite part.

Suddenly, another voice pipes up, "Over there!"

Woods tries to turn and see who it is, but the light is too bright and just the simple act of turning his head chokes him, his throat is so dry.

Mason wades through the bodies and holds either side of Woods' head in his hands. Woods suspects this is still a dream. It must be, because he can't feel a thing.

"Hey! Hey, stay with me Frank, stay with me! We're going to get you out of here"

Alex slides his arm behind Woods' back only to yank it away just as quick. His sleeve is soaked with blood and fluid from bursted blisters. Otherwise, his friend's skin feels like leather, it's been burned so badly.

How long has he been laying here?

Mason fights against the bile making it's way up his throat and tries again. Once he's got a good grip, he has to tear the Sargent off his metallic perch.

He tries not to notice the scorched fabric and flesh now hopelessly fused to the metal that's left in Frank's place.

At long last, he's carried into the sunlight. Woods was hoping it would get rid of the constant chill he's been having lately.

Mason rushes over to show Frank's condition to Hudson. He doesn't remember this part of the dream...

Hudson displays no emotion as he checks Woods' temperature, but the urgency and shock are radiating out of him is palpable, "We need to get him to evac. Now"

Woods can hardly make out the words Hudson's speaking. It sounds like nothing to him, just gargled murmurs. He's so tired, he just needs to rest...

Mason shakes him abruptly, he seems so... small as he lays limply in his arms. He calls his name, once and then again, all the time more urgently.

"Stay with me!"

There's something different in his voice. So raw, and yet so far away.

Woods cracks his eyes open. The light is so bright out here, he'd nearly forgotten what the sun looked like. He must have forgotten what the jungles is like too, everything seems dull and desaturated.

His vision is hazy, and everything seems to be floating and doubled. He feels weightless, even as his dry, cracked throat closes off again as he turns to look up at his friend.

"A-", Frank croaks. It takes all his strength just to lift his arm. He wants to reach for Mason's face, but he can't get it to rise more then a few inches from where it hangs. "A... Alex..."

Tears stream down Alex's face. Why does he look so worried? He's just so happy that he can see his friend's face so clearly again, at long last. He was afraid he'd forgotten what Mason looked like too.

"Sh, don't talk buddy, save your strength... We-we're al... almost there"

Frank's head drops. Save his strength? That's a good idea. God, he's so tired from just that. So, so tired...

He's glad that this dream was a good one, he's never had one so vivid. It's almost enough to hold him over until the real thing comes along. When Alex comes for him, he'll be waiting.

His eyelids fall shut, a strangely serene smile on his cracked, purple lips, even as Alex shouts his name and begs him to stay awake.

He can't hear the gunshots whizzing through the jungle. He can't feel the torn, bleeding chunks of skin dangling from his irreparably burned back.

Everything is so quiet.

Mason will save him. He just has to hold on...

"Frank! Frank, wake up! Please, not like this- Come ba..."