#and occasionally backed up onto the sasha

[iwanty0uu]

“𝐺𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑃𝑢𝑚 𝑃𝑢𝑚 𝑁𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑠 𝐺𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑆ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑡𝑒𝑟“~𝓁ℯ𝓁ℯ ✧˚ · . ✧˚ · . ✧˚ · .

pt4…

“BITCH STOP BEING PUSSY AND GET ON THE FUCKING ROLLER COASTER SASH.”

Your voice startled the ticket man at coney island who reluctantly pulled his hand back from the hole in the booth connecting him to the outside world. “FINE “ She said grabbing the man’s hand out of the small hole, ripping the tickets out of his hand, quickly shuffling in your purse for his cash you smiled apologetically and skipped over to Sasha. “Hoe you get so angry when you scared you can hold my hand baby” you teased as she tightened the laces on her shoes and purse. “ Nah i’m not scared. Momma ain’t raise no bitch” her voice cracked which had you in tears. Time flew by and it was already your turn on the amusement park’s ride. The air was hot and muggy, the thick summer heat hung over the whole park, you knew your edges would sweat out so you braided your hair into beaded cain rows the night before.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

Your dark blue biker shorts reacher a little above you’re knee to prevent your thighs sticking to the chair of the rides, the simple white tank top you had on showed a small but modest amount of cleavage and your small juicy couture backpack rested in front of you. Couldn’t risk it getting snatched up, but other than that, your whole outfit was made for outdoor activities. It had been nine months since you had met Connie and it had been the most interesting nine months that you have had in a while. Connie was known by everyone, your parents loved him, since your aunts were younger and closer to you, they all told you to get with him before someone “thief your man”, which always made you laugh, but it was your intention. He was too hood to leave unsupervised

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

Of course you liked him but you wanted to make sure that you weren’t thinkin with your clit. And actually, it felt like meeting him was fate. Your parents met him accidentally, your Father was an occasional stoner, and his weed-guy’s nephew so happened to be Connie, and thats when you learned he was a hustler which didn’t bother you. Money is money and a job is a job.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

The line to the ‘Slingshot’ ride was short, and you warned your homegirl Sasha that you would kill her if she ran off the ride and left you on there alone. The workers strapped you in securely while Sasha threatened them. “I swear if one of you fuckers forget a lock or some shit im suing you when i die.” Her pink acrylic waved in the faced of the workers as they laughed. “Sash stop talking to him like that before he kill us on purpose” You cackled next to her as the camera in-front of you both began to record.”

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

You heard laughter from the crew behind you, “Are you ready?” asked a man in a Luna Park uniform shirt, “Wait I didn’t clip one of yall in I think it’s the Brunette-“ He finished “ BITCH WH-“ Sasha couldn’t get her words out because the sling shot literally knocked the wind out of her,arms flailing in the air, her hair slipping out of its pony tail now becoming a thick brown mess. She suddenly awoke screaming and panicked, holding onto your brown arm, nails digging into your skin. If she couldn’t tell, you were having an episode of your own. “GET ME THE FUCK OFF THIS SHIT” you cried.. literally, tears streaming down your face, you felt the breath so suddenly leave your lungs causing you to gasp for air, which was infinite considering the height you two currently desperate to come down from.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

The ball like ride began to bounce slowly, easing it’s way to the ground. Sasha regained her full consciousness and laughed uncontrollably, “ NAHH THAT WAS SO FUN “ looking over her shoulder, she heard sobbing “IwantMyMommaaa” you huffed pouting, slobber flying out of your mouth and snot out of your nostrils. You were quickly released off the ride as the line of people pointed and stared at your dramatics. “Now look who FUCKIN CRYING” Sasha giggled, retrieving the video from the front desk. You kneeled on the floor, squatting while holding your knees. “Bumper Carts” you said as you got yourself together, slowly standing. “but first i want to *sniffle* clean myself up”, trying to act casual was out of the question now, but it didn’t matter because you still enjoyed yourself. “Girl i don’t wanna hear shit you fainted as soon as we went up”

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

The night was young and lively, Jean, Eren, Armin ,Ony and Mikasa went home in Eren’s car since they all lived in the same dorm alliance. You went back with Connie who drove, hanging his hand out the window while his long tatted fingers loosely held a blunt. Serenity and Sasha were in the back seat sleeping, and you sat in the front seat like the passenger princess you were. You got chilly with the windows down so Connie offered you his hoodie. Feet resting on dash, converse on the floor, Connie broke the almost silent car ride,lowering Summer Walker’s ‘Body’ so you could hear him. “ Y/n ima drop the girls home, i got sum planned for us.. just you n me, so pack a spendin-da-night back for like two days or so. “Two days ? Boyyy you tryna get fucked? “ you joked “ I’ll pack for three”.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

An unseen smile grew on his face, and it was because Connie had only touched you one time. Ever. He never slept with you, never fingered you, only ever kissed you, and part of it was his fault. He did really want to be with you but often times his ex’s would come back in his life trying to compete with you, and it turned you off hella, but he did end up proving that he was serious about you ,and wanted a future with you.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

About thirty minutes passed and you were now headed up to Connie’s apartment. It was always clean, so full but so empty, he spent most of his time in your dorm and only got the apartment to make his deals easier, and everyone would link up there for kickbacks. The keys jingled as they were disgarded on the counter, lights off, room dimly lit by Connie’s phone light. For some reason, he wouldn’t let you turn on the actual lights. “Boy you just dragged my ass into a wall both of us cant fit through your door frame” you said laughing at your own comment. You weren’t sure of the surprise but knowing Connie, you knew it was gonna be adorable.

+*:ꔫ:*﹤ ﹥*:ꔫ:*+ﾟ

#attack on titan #black reader #black coded reader #connie x black reader #fem reader #iwanty0uu #aot connie #aot fanfiction #aot x black reader #aot x y/n #connie x black y/n #connie smut #aot #aot x reader

[lieutenantfloyd]

Helping you avoid a meltdown (Headcanons)— Beau “Cyclone” Simpson

Pairing: Beau “Cyclone” Simpson x autistic!Reader

Warnings: This is almost entirely fluff, but it includes non-graphic mentions of mental health, autistic meltdowns, and feelings of guilt

a/n: this is the second part of the headcanons I mentioned a couple weeks ago :)

When you come home after a long day and are on the verge of a meltdown, his sole focus becomes helping you regulate and fend the meltdown off

Depending on your preference, he'll help you change out of your day clothes before pulling you into bed with him or he'll set you up in a quiet room with your hobbies/comfort items while he reads a book in the next room

He makes sure to stay just close enough so he can occasionally check in on you + you can come find him when you're feeling up to it

He makes a point to never stray far from you when you're in this state

At some point, you'll silently enter the room he's in and make your way onto his lap

When this happens, he'll hold you tightly for several minutes before shifting until he's lying on his back

Thus allowing you to settle into whatever position you want

Your head will almost certainly end up resting against his warm chest

Chances are he's shirtless, so you'll probably end up running your fingers through his chest hair

It's just so soft

You shift between rhythmic patterns or you trace shapes with your fingertips

You don't notice how wide he smiles at the sensation and your natural orderliness

Or how his heart nearly bursts when you start to hum as he tells you a story in a low voice

(especially when he realized your stim was actually mimicking the vibration you felt when he spoke)

At some point, he'll turn on the TV and relay what there is to watch.

He keeps the options to a minimum, knowing that too many choices can easily overwhelm you

You'll usually settle on something calm and comforting (like a show from your childhood or a studio ghibli movie)

If you'd prefer to listen to music or watch videos on your phone, he'll fetch you your favorite pair of headphones and quietly watch one of his favorite shows instead.

If you are nonverbal (or simply don't feel like talking) he's more than happy to sit silently with you

If you still feel like communicating, he'll bring you a pen and notebook or your iPad

Once you're more regulated

If you start to apologize, he'll gently insist that there's absolutely nothing to apologize for

On the flip side, if you thank him for being understanding, he'll just smile and kiss your forehead

To him, his actions were nothing special.

The person he loves most was having a hard time, so he jumped into action.

And everyone knows you don't get to where he is in his career without being a bit of a problem solver :)

! taglist !

@marchingicenotes7, @bayisdying, @princessofglitterland, @bella-law, @austin-butlers-gf, @callsignaries, @katesmadness, @dannyramirezwife, @oliviah-25, @luckyladycreator2, @shakira-sasha, @xoxabs88xox, @Criminalmindsandmarvel, @nyx2021, @fanboyluvr, @alexxavicry, @madamemelancholysstuff, @paola-carter, @barbiewritesstuff, @dozcan123, @withakindheartx, @nyx2021, @teti-menchon0604

#b.simpson #top gun maverick #top gun #top gun x reader #cyclone #beau cyclone simpson #cyclone simpson #cyclone top gun #top gun x y/n #beau cyclone simpson x reader #beau simpson #cyclone x reader #top gun fanfiction #top gun fanfic #top gun fic #top gun headcanons #top gun maverick fanfiction #top gun maverick x reader #top gun maverick x you

[lemmetreatya]

home for new years — husband!reiner x fem!reader

contents: fluff, sex, m!pen

happy new years to everyone!! last fic for the year but not the last from me! the last 4 months on here have been great and i cant wait to see what 2023 brings us! thank you to everyone whos supported me and my work so far i love u all MWAH! 🫶🏾🫶🏾

home for new years will have you declining invitations and calls from your friends who are asking both you and reiner to back the nye party sasha and niccolo are hosting.

“i’m sorry, sash! not this year. me and reiner already planned to just have a night in between the both of us.”

“but you can come and spend it together with us!” she’d whine into the receiver.

you could only chuckle at her. even though she may have come across as invasive or unregarding of the quality time you’ve decided to dedicate to spend with your spouse, you knew she came from a place of love.

sasha wasnt the only one. both of your respective messages were blowing up; relatives who lived in different countries already wishing you the new years well due to their forward timezones, friends asking about the motives and misc notifications.

none of them, however, were as adamant as reiner’s younger cousin.

“why cant i spend new years with you two?! if you’re only staying home then that means you’re not doing anything important.” gabi moaned.

“what we want to do is important enough that we dont need you around. we literally spent christmas eve, christmas day and even boxing day with you, isnt that enough?” your husband responded.

reiner was definitely tired of gabis back and forth notion that she practically needed to be in your hair on all seasonal events. even though he was too kind to say it to her face, he definitely made it known to you through the agitated expressions he occasionally made behind her back.

“no, it’s not enough! there’s no reason for you not to see me if you’re free.” she haggled.

reiner sighed loudly. you could tell that he was tapping out from the argument as from the way he rested his head against the sofa back.

seeing him no longer want to entertain his cousin, you decided to step in. with an easy smile, you replied to her instead.

“just because we’re staying home it doesn’t mean we’re free.”

she didn’t say anything but she definitely considered your argument a lot easier than she did reiner’s. reiner always said she listened to you better.

“if it makes for anything, we can spend new years day together?” you kindly offered.

gabi huffed as she crossed her arms over her chest and bounced herself onto the couch.

“that’s such a cheap excuse. no one does anything on new years. it’s a free holiday. you wouldn’t be sacrificing anything to be with me, you guys don’t even go nowhere. i am literally the only fun in your lives.”

even though you were surprised at her level of rebuttal, you couldn’t help but laugh aloud at the twelve year olds words. whilst you and reiner may not be the childless lavish-life living adults she wanted you to be, she still seemed to want to spend every waking moment with you both.

but alas, you and reiner were okay with that life for now because it meant you had room to spend new years at home.

you didn’t have to worry about childcare expenses or who was willing to have your kin on a holidays like this. you didn’t even have to worry about answering to anyone for anything. you both had the night to spend it within each other and that alone was the reason you were fine with how things were.

“i’m really happy we’re spending new years like this.”

reiner placed the last platter down onto the coffee, the look on his face giddy as sat down next to you.

“same. i feel like we don’t get to spend a lot of our holidays with it just being the two of us. it’s a nice change.” you replied, fingers already sneaking into one of the snacks.

reiner’s arms found solace over your shoulders, his warmth already seeping into you as you pressed play on the remote which started up the movie.

“we should deffo do it more often then.”

he said more quietly due to his awareness of the movie starting. still, looking down at you, reiner couldn’t help but plant a closed mouth kiss to your temple.

“deffo.” you agreed, your attention already captivated with the movie introduction.

there was no doubt; reiner would definitely treasure this new years.

throughout the year, the two of you were always so busy. if it wasn’t work then it was extra-curricular commitments and even in between those times, the both of you were deeply involved with the lives of your family and friends.

deciding to simply spend it with just the two of you was a well curated decision. really and truly, the both of you could have spared yourselves once again and indulged with the lives of others.

but deciding to chose each other just this once was the best decision you could have ever made.

“god, i love you so much.”

reiner endearingly muttered into your ears as he pumped himself in and out of you. the soft whimpers you poured out into his were just as sweet as your arms hooked around his neck.

“i-love you too, rei.” you breathed, the feeling of his dick stretching your insides so familiar yet estactic.

and oh how you did love this man because when he first offered for the both of you to ditch all new year plans just so he could spend it with you, in you, you couldn’t help but to allow him what he wished.

making love to reiner in the most enchanting low light and soft candle glow was such a way to go into the new years.

rough and lustful sex had its place and it was definitely one of your favourite past times with reiner. but there was none of that right now. there was no biting, rough handling, guttural or carnal intent, nothing.

just you and reiner underneath the blankets, vulnerable and opened for the other to indulge in.

and you loved that, because this, was how you wanted to spend new years. with reiner, and totally enamoured by him.

and just as the neighbouring fireworks bursted outside your bedroom window, and your phones simultaneously buzzed with texts, you couldn’t think of a better way to go into the next age but within his arms.

with the indication that you had been graced into a new year, the both of you wispily smiled into the others embrace.

reiner continued to chase his climax as he lightly kissed the top of your shoulder, his face then burying into the crook of your neck

“ha-happy new year, baby.” he said with a grin, his hands still working over your curves beneath the duvet.

“happy…new year to you too, rei.” you muttered back, your hands gently caressing the short bristled hairs on the back of his neck.

#reiner braun #reiner headcanons #reiner aot #reiner x reader #reiner imagines #reiner smut #reiner x black reader

[corner-stories]

mama salamander

Mikasa Ackerman. Jean Kirschtein. Post-Canon. Ponds. Cottages. Hazel Eyes. 1723 words. (ao3.)

Near the cottage on the edge of the woods is a stream that trickles down the hill, where the water flows until accumulating into a pond. Surrounding it are either trees with broad branches, natural structures that cast shadows upon the world below, or patches of tall grass. In warmer months the depths of the pool are heaven-sent in the heat, whereas in the winter it freezes over and invites any willing participant to skate across the surface. 

But in the time between seasons, the days where winter transitions into spring, the pond is simply nice to look at. After months with shorter days and clouds of gray, the sight of sunlight shimmering on the surface is a welcomed gift to the eyes. 

While summer is still far away, there’s enough warmth in the air for Mikasa to feel at peace. She sits on a blanket spread out near the pond, enjoying everything from the blue hue in the partly cloudy sky, the breeze that makes the wildflowers sway, or the sound of the stream trickling into the pond. 

Next to her is a sketchbook and a piece of charcoal — provisions supplied by her loving husband — yet despite being surrounded by nothing but beauty she can’t find a thing to draw. The last hour had been characterized by her holding the stick of ash above an unblemished page, wavering on the edge of an idea but being unable to make a mark. Perhaps she is plagued by a feeling of indecision, an inability to settle on what to draw — or maybe Mikasa’s just too nervous to sully the book, a present from Jean for her most recent birthday. 

As a result, the sketchbook and piece of charcoal lay forgotten on the blanket, untouched as Mikasa puts her attention elsewhere. Fortunately, she’s not too worked up over her lack of artistic inspiration or the black smudges on her fingers, as one of her main priorities in life is at the pond’s edge. 

Little Sasha is kneeling by the water, her hands partially submerged as her legs are obscured by the blades of tall grass. Ever since her Papa promised to teach her how to swim in the summer, she’s been eyeing the pond with the utmost glee. The temperature of the air and water are the main things preventing the child from removing all her clothes and jumping in anyways, much to her mother’s relief. Though it’s hard to tell what will happen once the world gets the slightest bit warmer. 

Soon Sasha clasps her hands together and lets a mischievous smile creep onto her face, causing Mikasa to stand from the blanket and approach her daughter. When she arrives at the water’s edge she kneels down, the look on her face is warm and amicable as she eyes the amphibian in the child’s grasp. 

“Caught another one, did you?”

“It’s a water lizard!” Sasha says proudly, as she usually does whenever she gets her hands on a new friend.

On one hand, Mikasa thinks there’s something endearing about her daughter’s inherent ability to bond with animals — whether it be their rambunctious dog, a hatchling that fell from a tree, or the occasional deer that would walk by their cottage. But on the other hand, the week-old incident of bringing several frogs into the house to give them a home in the bathtub had forced a line to be drawn, no matter how kindly Sasha’s intentions had been. 

With that in mind, Mikasa takes a closer look at the salamander on Sasha’s fingers, a creature with dark skin, short legs, and beady eyes residing in a handful of water. She recalls seeing them back when she and Jean first moved into their cottage — fortunately for everyone, the creatures do not appear to be the poisonous kind. 

When Mikasa looks back into Sasha’s eyes she can’t help but see parts of herself in her own kin. As far as her own childhood can feel, she can still recall the youthful need to bond with tiny things, whether it be a doll with one-eye or a grasshopper in her mother’s flower bed. She would be lying if she said she never attempted to adopt the butterflies or squirrels she found in the backyard, much to the amusement of her parents. 

“That’s called a salamander, Sasha,” Mikasa soon corrects, then reaches over to affectionately tap her daughter’s nose, a gesture she does when she feels like teasing. “And you know what we’ve asked you to do when you catch those, right?”

Sasha’s eyes are dark and glassy, just like hers, and as the sound of wind resonates in the air, Mikasa can see the childlike joy in her daughter’s gaze slowly being replaced by a knowing look. For a three-year-old, Sasha’s surprisingly good at understanding the lessons that her parents — or namely, her Papa — take the time to explain.

“I know,” the little one says, and soon she’s lowering her new friend back in the water. The salamander in her hands slips away the second it’s submerged, effortlessly disappearing back into the pond without a trace.

Mikasa can see the saddened look in Sasha’s eyes, and to that she leans over to press a kiss to the girl’s cheek. 

“You did the right thing,” Mikasa assures her. “Mama Salamander probably wants it back.” 

Sasha looks at her mother with a puzzled look on her adorable face. “How do you know that?”

“Because if someone took you, I’d want you back, too,” she promises, tapping her daughter’s nose once more. 

When a smile returns to Sasha’s face, mother and daughter hear a familiar noise amongst the soundscape. Behind them a dog barks, and when Mikasa looks towards the cottage atop the hill she can see a blob of brown fur dashing around the grass. As Hugo runs amok like a majestic idiot, Mikasa and Sasha watch as a person exits the front door of the home. 

Jean walks onto the grass with a bundle in his arms, the breeze gently lapping at his hair and shirt sleeves. He holds onto the baby like the wind could whisk him away at any moment, safely cradling little Asher in the crook of his elbow. 

The smile on Mikasa’s face gets just a bit wider as she stands up. She taps Sasha’s shoulder and urges her daughter to follow her back to the blanket. 

Sasha ends up running forward, happily meeting Hugo in the grass. When the dog begins rolling in the blades, effectively collecting little bits of green in his black and brown fur, Sasha lets out a laugh of unbridled joy before doing the same. Sometimes it’s exceedingly easy to believe that the two operate on the same wavelength. 

As the dog and the child play in the field, Mikasa approaches Jean near the blanket. Asher is awake in his arms, the baby looking at the beauty of the homestead with an utterly blank expression on his face — unsurprisingly, the four-month-old has exactly the amount of depth perception as one would expect. 

“How was nap time?” asks Mikasa, looking lovingly at her tiny son. 

“Well, he enjoyed it,” Jean replies, tipping his head towards the baby in his arms. “I — however — was giving Hugo his bath.”

Mikasa and Jean then look behind them to see their dog and daughter rolling in the grass, effectively gathering even more debris into Hugo’s once well-brushed fur. 

Jean lets out a sigh. “And I guess I’ll be doing that again tomorrow.”

Amused, Mikasa hums before reaching towards the baby. “At least let me take him off your hands.” 

The exchange takes slightly more effort than necessary, as Asher recently developed the habit of clinging to his father at the most inopportune times. At least the sight of a baby grasping the untrimmed ends of Jean’s beard will never cease to be adorable and hilarious. 

Once Asher is laying his head on his mother’s shoulder, Jean runs towards the dog and the daughter on the grass. Mikasa holds Ash as gently as she can, moving to the blanket with slow steps. Once she’s sitting she holds the baby up, her hands feeling impossibly large as they support his tiny torso. He had only been born a few months ago, yet he already feels like a far cry from the bundle of skin and hair he was back in autumn. The strands on his head are jet black, just like his mother and sister, but his eyes are hazel — the kind with just the slightest specks of green — just like his father’s. The contrast is stark, darkness against light, yet like his father Asher’s eyes have an uncanny sense of warmth, tenderness, a sweetness that cannot be denied. It makes Mikasa wonder what other parts of her and Jean she’ll see in her children once they both get older. 

Mikasa looks over to see Jean kneeling in the grass with his daughter and dog. Affectionately, he rubs Hugo’s stomach while giving Sasha a fun-loving look. When Sasha speaks it’s the kind of babbling that only toddlers can muster, yet Jean listens to every word like it’s the most brilliant thing he’s ever heard. He nods happily as Sasha rambles on about the Mama Salamander that lives in the pond, explaining that it would miss Baby Salamander if she took it to live in the cottage. Internally, Mikasa just knows that he’s relieved their bathtub will no longer be a home for wayward amphibians, and to that she has to agree. 

Mikasa watches the scene in silence — it’s charming, idyllic, like something of a dream yet it’s right in front of her. With the way Hugo pants in bliss as Sasha continues to babble about salamanders, or the way Jean pets the dog as his daughter reaches over to play with his beard. Like her brother, she curls her fingers around the longer strands, though she tugs a lot more lightly, doing so in a manner that’s more playful than harmful. 

Little Sasha doesn’t have her father’s eyes like her brother, but the way she fawns over the dog or always speaks her mind makes Mikasa think of Jean. It’s moments like this, watching her daughter play in the grass or observing the hazel in her son’s gaze, that makes Mikasa look forward to the future. 

#jeankasa #jeanmika #jean kirstein #jean kirschtein #mikasa ackerman #mikasa ackermann #snk #post-canon #cottagecore au #could we start calling Mikasa a milf? asking for a friend

[artzychic27]

Hear me out: ZOMBIES AU. With (put in a randomizer) Science Kids-Zombies, Recess Class-Seabrook (Austin T as Addison and Jean as Zed. That is all.), Akuma Class(+Ondine/Kagami/Luka)-Werewolves, and Theater Kids-Aliens. (Normal Weeby ships apply. (Also Sasha being Kiran’s werewolf friend like with Zoe at the end of Zombies 2!) What do you think?

Long ago, in the city of Paris, there was a tragic accident at the power plant. A mysterious green mist spread through parts of the city, and when breathed in, humans turned into ravenous brain-eating zombies

It took three days for the must to be contained and stopped before it could reach other cities. Fortunately, a majority of Parisians made it without being turned into zombies. The rest? Not so lucky

Many government officials wanted them to be euthanized, but advocacy groups were much louder and demanded a better solution, seeing as many of the zombies were family members and friends

It took weeks, but a solution was found. Collars were put around the zombies' necks to stop their ravenous behavior and make them safe to be around... However, there were still laws

All zombies were quartered off in a small section of the city and seperated from the humans by a wall, never allowed to leave, were forced to wear specific uniforms, and given a strict curfew. They grew accustomed to their retched living conditions, made it their new normal, and over time, the next generation of zombies was born, forced to wear the same collars as their parents, followed by the next

And now onto stuff for the first movie

Out of the entire third generation of zombies, Jean is the most excited to be going to a human school. He hears the theater program is the best in the city

Cosette is very vocal when advocating for zombie rights. Their brother and sister are constantly telling it that zombies are never going to get rights, but that doesn't deter it

Denise occasionally speaks in Zombie

Thanks to Reshma, the third generation's uniforms look less dull and like actual outfits

When they arrive at DuPont, the human students immediately back away and they're ushered into the dark and dingy basement where they meet their teacher, Mme. Mendeleiev, a first generation zombie who had to jump through many hurdles in order to earn her teaching degree

Throughout the first day, the zombie students are treated with some hostility, except by one student, Austin Tomassian. He's much warmer than his classmates, who opt to avoid rather than outright harass them like the others

The second day of school, Jean's had just about enough of the basement, and sneaks out to get a glimpse at the upper level of the school... Only for the zombie alarm to go off and send the students into a panic

As he's running from the guards, he suddenly gets pulled into a room by none other than Tomassian. He's able to sneak Jean back into the basement without getting caught, and the two get to talk for a bit. The conversation leads to Tomassian mentioning he enjoys theater, prompting Jean to recite a line from a romantic play, unknowingly making Tomassian simp

During study hall, Jean tells the others about how nice Tomassian was to them, but they're unsure about him.

Jean: Guys, come on.

Aurore: Jean, there's two things wrong with what you just said. One. He is a human. Two. He is a human! They hate us.

Jean: What about the people who advocated for our grandparents to stay alive?

Marc: Eh, more of a gray area. They just don't like things with eyes being killed.

After school, Tomassian and Jean meet up once again, this time, in the theater. Tomassian is going so he can watch any performances, only to see Jean get harshly turned down by the theater teacher and sent away in tears

Late in the night, Tomassian sneaks into the zombie neighborhood to find Jean. Instead, he walks into what looks like an undergroud club

While the others are startled by his presense, Jean invites him for a dance, and everyone goes on about their own business once again. As the night dwindles, Jean leads Tomassian outside and confides that he's always wanted to join DuPont's theater troupe, but they don't allow zombies

Before Tomassian can say anything, Lacey arrives and tells Jean that some guy he and the others don't like crashed the party, sending Jean running back to the club

Lacey, now alone with Tomassian, makes something very clear to him

Lacey: My best friend's emotions are not to be toyed with. Do you understand me?

Austin T: I-

Lacey: Not done talking! The others and I will be keeping our eyes on you. If Jean so much as cries when he sees you, Denise will not let you leave with your fingers attached.

Austin T: ... Yes, ma'am.

Zombie Patrol then arrives, issuing a warning for the curfew before taking Tomassian away

The news spread around school that Tomassian was with the zombies, and his classmates try to keep him away from the zombie students while they do the same with Jean

However, they keep finding new ways to be with each other. Over time, they even stop seeing each other as friends

When Marc catches them together in an empty classroom, they think it's over and he's going to tell, but...

Marc: I won't tell, you guys. You may not know this, but I am also in love with a non-zombie. *Turns to the fourth wall* But that's a story for another time.

Austin T: ... Why's he talking to that wall?

Jean: I don't know, it's weird.

Marc promises not to say anything, allowing their relationship to continue to blossom. Weeks pass, and Tomassian wants to come out and tell everyone about their relationship, but Jean is terrified of prejudice from the humans and judgement from the other zombies

When things all seem well for the two, it gets ruined by a certain blonde in a purple shirt... Louis

He rats them out to Tomasian's classmates, and the other Austins won't stand for it. Gerard, although reluctant, finds a way to hack into the zombies' collars and make them go "full zombie."

He turns the collar off while Jean is alone with Tomassian, causing him to turn violent and try to bite Tomassian. With some reluctance, Tomassian hits the button for the school's zombie alarm

Zombie Patrol arrives to take Jean away, with the addition of the other zombie students whose collars were also hacked into by mistake. When their collars are fixed, Jean only remembers Tomassian pulling the alarm, and breaks down crying

A week passes, and the zombies still aren't permitted to return to DuPont, and Jean and Tomassian haven't talked to each other since

With Tomassian becoming despondent and refusing to talk to anyone, Gerard can't keep it secret anymore and confesses that he hacked into the collars. The others also confess that Louis told them about Tomassian's relationship with Jean and were trying to keep them apart

Tomassian is of course, betrayed, and runs to find Jean, who behaves coldly towards him. Even when he explains how the collars had been hacked, Jean still gives the silent treatment

And since theater romance is a theme for this version of the movie, Austin recites a few romantic, but corny lines. It takes a moment until Jean joins in, and the two end with a kiss

When news of their relationship gets out, they're met with some mixed responses, but couldn't care less.

Cosette: Are you serious? A few sappy words and they're kissing again?

Zoé: I seem to remember that working on you.

Cosette: *Blushes* Shut up.

Mireille: Well, they are quite cute together.

Aurore: I still don't get it, but, kudos.

Marc: I'm just glad their relationship didn't automatically fix years of discrimination against zombies and this whole thing didn't end with a block party with all the humans and zombies acting like friends, as if the last sixty years never happened.

Simon: That's weirdly specific.

Marc: *Turns to the fourth wall* And you will see why very soon.

Cosette: Stop doing that!

Now, let's meet the wolves

Things have slightly changed for the better. For one, anti-monster laws have become more lenient so zombies no longer have a curfew, so that's cool... That's about it. Oh, and the students aren't all total assholes. Just ignorant

Anyway, after a class camping trip, the bus carrying the students enters through the forest. There, Tomassian and the others spot some people with white streaks in their hair and yellow irises

They're identified as werewolves, which upon report to the local government, causes the mayor to reinstate anti-monster laws, and right before the school dance Tomassian wants to ask Jean to

Well, it's too late to run for president, so that's out. And the school president can't exactly overturn the mayor's rule, so there's that. And neither Jean nor Tomassian can run since they're not twelfth graders, so that's a problem... You all see where I'm going with this, right?

Late at night, the werewolves, led by the pack alpha, Luka, find that their energy-granting moonstone necklaces are losing their power

They venture into the city at night to find the moonstone, which just so happens to be buried underneath the power plant in the zombies' neighborhood

When the werewolves crash one of the zombies' parties, things are hostile at first until Marc becomes excited when he sees someone

Marc: Nath!

Nathaniel: Rainbow!

*The two meet for a hug, much to the confusion of the others*

Alix: Wait! This is Marc?! I didn't know he was a zombie!

Nathaniel: You don't need to know everything about me.

About a year back, Marc snuck out during curfew to go for a walk through the forest. While walking, he found himself about to be attacked by... Let's say a fox. Fortunately, a wolf with red fur rescued him, and much to Marc's joy, the wolf turned into a human. And a cute one at that

Marc and Nathaniel have been meeting up late at night ever since, and haven't told anyone

Reshma: Not to ruin the moment, but why are you all here?

Luka: Well, you guys may not know this, but the power plant is built directly over the Moonstone. It's the source of our energy, and the longer we're away from it, we're all basically once inch closer to death.

Alya: And rest assured, we're getting it back by any means necessary. *Extends her claws*

Denise: Moonstone? You mean that giant ass crystal?

Ismael: You know, I always wondered what the hell that thing was. Like, we'd have a few wild parties there, and some of us are just wondering, 'What the hell is this thing?'

Luka: Well, we need it back. It originally belonged to the werewolves until-

Cosette: Until some colonial white guys stole it from your ancestors? Say no more. Take it.

Werewolves: ...

Juleka: Well, that was easy.

Luka: Yeah... So, care to introduce me to that cute little brunette you're hiding back there?

Jean: Say what, motherfucker?

Well, now that that's out of the way, there's still the matter of the school dance. So, with their new allies, the zombies crash the dance, because they're all queer, and they were banned from attending the dance, so naturally, that's the outcome

Now, for the Aliens

In the city of Paris, werewolves, humans, and zombies live somewhat in peace

It is their last year at Françoise DuPont (Which is a high school in this AU) Austin T has been accepted into his first-choice school, and so has Jean. Yay! They get to be together! Only, Jean isn't going to reveal this until graduation

Marc: *Looks at the fourth wall* Or do they?

Alya: Will you cut that out?!

Marc: I don't think so. Now, back to the movie.

During the night before a highly anticipated soccer game, where, should they win, DuPont will have their first zombie captain (Marc) leading the school to the championship, a UFO arrives and causes mass panic

The alien leaders, Ayesha, Anthony, and Soo-Yeon, teleport down from their ship. The aliens are in search of an interstellar map to Utopia, a new home for their species, which can only be found in "the most precious thing in Paris"

To cover up their real purpose, they claim to be here to attend an Earth school

Zoé: Oh, come on! You beam down here in a big-ass ship, causing power outages, wearing futuristic-looking clothes, dazzling us with that song and dance number, and you seriously think we're gonna believe for one second that you guys wanna go to an Earth school?! An Earth high school?!

Denise: No one is buying it.

Alix: Yeah, I smell bullshit. Plus, we kind of heard you saying- Well, singing- something about a map and Utopia. So, spill.

Anthony: Fine, there is no need to be so rude. We are in search of a map to Utopia, which was left here in your city by a Scout from our planet.

Ayesha: Will you help us find it?

Nino: See? Aren't things a whole lot better when we communicate? Okay, let's find the fucking map. Can you believe these guys? "Oh, we wanna go to high school."

Cosette: Could've just said you wanna put your head in a meat grinder. They're basically the same. Yeah, we'll help you out.

The Zombies, Werewolves, Aliens, and Austin head to the Mothership where they watch the Scout's logs to look for any clues. However, their rough landing caused the files to glitch, so, Max and Simon offered to fix them

Until then, the Aliens are going to get acquainted in the city

Soo-Yeon: So, are the humans normally this... Ignorant?

Marinette: Oh, you have no idea.

Anyway, back with Louis, who has been awfully quiet. He's rallying a small group of monster haters to get rid of the zombies, werewolves, and aliens. Surely, that won't blow up in his face

Back on the ship, after fixing the files, the images are clearer, and Max and Simon notice the physical similarities between the scout and Austin. They then realize that the scout is none other than Austin's maternal grandmother, Priya.

When they reveal this to Austin, he asks his mom if this is true, and she confirms it

Austin spends some time alone with Jean as he grasps this new information. So, to take some of the edge off, Jean tells Austin that he got into the same college as him, which makes him feel a little better

The aliens soon realize that the coordinates to Utopia lie within Austin's DNA. Unfortunately, their map is dynamic, meaning they must take Austin to their new home

Although conflicted, Austin agrees to go. Jean offers to go with him, but...

Ayesha: You would be killed by our stardust energy within minutes.

Jean: ... So, we'll still have a few minutes together?

The day the aliens and Austin are set to leave for Utopia, the aliens' ship is attacked by Louis' mob, leaving it critically damaged

Nathaniel: Man, I hate this guy. Hey, idiots! Your most influential family has two aliens! So, think about that, dumbasses!

Austin: It's me. I'm the alien.

The zombies and werewolves hold them off, and Simon states that they can charge the ship by filtering the moonstone's energy through their Z-Bands

Jean heroically and stupidly risks their life by interfering with the power of the aliens and the moonstone. As Austin cries over their completely lifeless body, he is relieved when Jean returns to life. Or whatever they were

As the aliens board the ship, Austin and Jean share one last kiss before Austin gets on the ship, and it disappears into hyperspace.

A few days later, the school celebrates their graduation as the aliens decrypt Austin's DNA as the map coordinates

Austin realizes that his grandmother wanted her species to live on Earth, just as the map is decoded, revealing that Earth was Utopia the entire time. So, of course, they turn back around and land back on Earth, Jean and Austin kiss the hell out of each other, and all is well

Oh, and Louis and his mob were never heard from again. The werewolves got a hold of them, and well, I'm sure we all know how that turned out

Marc: *To the fourth wall* So ends the movies. Now for the animated series that no one asked for!

Nathaniel: The what?!

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #mlb ocs #answered ask #ask me stuff #mlb au #z o m b i e s

[hearts4jean]

‧₊ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

what aot characters during rainy days

- erwin + levi -

The moment it begins to rain and especially if it feels that the rain is not going to let up for a while, Erwin instantly heads to his room to nap. He even just grabs his blanket and lays on the couch if its quiet enough. (This man can probably sleep through anything). Levi follows, not to nap also but to simply just watch over Erwin. Levi has this eerie feeling come upon him when it rains that something bad would happen especially if its heavy rain. It’s just a motherly instinct of his that makes him feel the need to make sure everyone around him is kept safe. Generally speaking, Levi is a big night owl so he’d catch himself doing that for Erwin even on normal nights; Erwin is not aware he does this but isn’t able to sleep without Levi being there for some odd reason.

- jean + sasha + connie + eren -

Jean, Sasha and Connie would have a ‘tradition’ where they play Monopoly only on rainy days and no other time. It starts raining, ‘Connie get the Monoply out!’, rain stops, alright funs over pack it up guys. Occasionally, EMA would also join them which would cut the game short due to Jean and Eren’s drastically similar taste in game pieces; They would fight over the same one for around 10 minutes without either letting up. Jean would think of being the bigger person but still won’t because “he will never hear the end of it” and “he can’t make Eren feel superior.”

- connie + armin + jean -

Playing snap with Connie is a dangerous game, he’d leave his opponents hand red and sore. Even if you were the one to slam your hand onto the stack of cards, nothing is stopping him to continually slap his hand on top. Armin is a prime victim to this, Jean a former victim but he was smart enough to stop playing card games with Connie. Connie would be watching those cards like a HAWK, treats the simple card game like the hunger games. He does not care if you won the round, he would be slapping your hand until you give up and move it away and let him get the win. (Exactly why Jean stopped playing with him.)

- sasha + hitch + pieck + eren + mikasa + reiner + jean -

Sasha would also adore playing Twister as her secret talent is her flexibility. she’d enjoy playing with Hitch, Pieck and Eren who is forced to join in by Reiner, getting to sit back with Jean as they snicker at the sight. Hitch would have the flexibility of the average person, Pieck however is a strong contender, being on similar levels with Sasha in flexibility. As its only them two left in the game, all attention is turned to the intense twister game happening, Eren in the corner writhing in pain like an old man holding onto his back with Mikasa tending for him. Hange had to stop Connie from announcing to everyone to put their money in to betting on who would win between Sasha and Pieck. There ends up being no winner at all due to how long the game has went that even the rain has stopped, both parties were determined to win which caused them to continue to keep up their best games.

- annie -

Annie absolutely loves the rain and she loves her music, the ultimate combination when they’re put together. It’s the perfect opportunity to play her music out loud instead of in her earphones since no one would be able to hear it from the rain. Why no one has any idea of what she listens to and hates music genres she enjoys. When listening to music while it’s raining, she enjoys being away from everyone and just watching the rain from her window. This allows her to calm down and reflect about anything on her mind. The gentle music in the background helps. Her block out whatever is happening outside of her enclosed space.

- bertoldt + historia -

Random duo I know. But I feel that they’d absolutely love baking together. Bert definitely knows how to make some killer sugar cookies. they would be in the same college culinary class and work really well together. Bert would be in charge of the batter and Hisu would be in charge of making icing to decorate which the they would invite everyone to decorate their own little cookie.

what everyone decorates on their cookie

eren: jean but like really ugly and snickers while doing it a everyone tries to guess what the hell he’s doing.

“Why is it’s teeth sticking out?”

“Monobrow..?”

he would be asking for a death wish if he did a horse.

mikasa: little chibis of her and eren wrapped in her scarf decorated with little purple flowers

armin: inspired by his futon in aot jr high

jean: was going to put his artistic integrity to good use but then he saw erens cookie, after snapping erens in half he took his revenge and also did a little ugly eren (also added stink marks above his head)

connie: a really horrible drake side profile thing.

sasha: herself with connie and jean which then smudged and she got super upset over it.

annie: a little sleeping cat :)

hange: her glasses with a light purple background and her name

bert: tried to do something inspired with the weather outside and it doesn’t look that bad

ymir and reiner: historia. they try to get her to vote who did the best one

historia: cute little design with pastel colours and flowers

#attack on titan #attackontitan #jeankirstein #jean #jean kirschstein #jeanaot #attack on titan season 4 #shingeki no kyoujin jean #aot eren #eren jaeger #eren yeager #mikasa ackerman #armin arlert #connie springer #erwin smith #levi ackerman #sasha braus #reiner braun #pieck finger #historia reiss #ymir freckles #snk #shingeki no kyoujin manga #shingeki no kyojin #snk headcanons #snk modern au #annie leonhart #jean kirstein #eren aot #eruri

[sentientcave]

Contains: Original Characters, (Inaccurate) Depictions of life in Soviet Russia, Teenage Nikolai, Underage Smoking, Unrequited Feelings, The Runaways, No Plot Just Vibes

~3k words

Russia, 1987

Nikolai watched the prop plane touch down on the empty field past the barn from his spot up in the hayloft, holding a Kalashnikov machine rifle that he’d never had to shoot at an actual person before. He was pretty sure that today wouldn’t be the day that he had to, but his uncle had asked him to provide overwatch, so he was laying half on top of the rifle, peering down the iron sights at the plane as it bumped across the field and came to a stop not far off. The sun bounced off the glass windshield, obscuring the pilot.

It wasn’t like his uncle to do business at home, but he’d been called back out to the country because Auntie Natalia was having a baby. It was Natalia who knew this particular contact, and trusted her enough to have her come out here. Uncle Sasha was less sure. He didn’t trust easily— It was a liability to, in this line of business— so here was Nikolai, laying in itchy old straw and wishing that he had asked to stay in Leningrad with his friends. But he was rarely allowed to involve himself in Sasha’s business, beyond as an occasional errand boy, and he wanted to prove himself useful.

Sasha walked out to meet the pilot, his face set in the usual hard-line expression he reserved for business, a cigarette hanging from his mouth, his gun holsters visible when the wind blew his coat open. He relaxed when he realized that the pilot was alone, and really just a woman, the hard expression shifting into a smile.

Nikolai watched the woman take off her sunglasses and hook them onto the collar of her white shirt, her smile a smudge of red and white from so far above. She looked distinctly American, wearing light-washed blue jeans tucked into combat boots, and an oversized leather jacket that obscured her form somewhat, or would have if it wasn’t left open. She glanced up and waved for him to come down, laughing at something Sasha said, spotting Nikolai despite the darkness in the barn behind him, and his dark hair and brown jacket that he had thought half-decent camouflage.

Hoping to get down before she was done laughing, Nikolai scrambled to obey, slinging the rifle across his back and out of the way while he slid down the ladder to the floor of the barn.

No luck. Sasha was leaned in toward her when Nikolai approached, lighting a cigarette for the woman. She was beautiful up close, not that much older than Nikolai, really, maybe in her mid-twenties, but entirely grown out of the leggy awkwardness of girlhood, all compact curves accentuated by the high-waisted jeans and the tight t-shirt. Her dark brown hair was pulled back into a sleek low bun, with the few escaped wisps tucked firmly behind her ears.

“You must be Nikolai,” she said, holding a hand out, shooting that stunning white smile at him. It was far more devastating than a bullet could ever be, ripping through flesh and bone and lodging somewhere in his heart. “I’m Helena. Natalia’s told me a lot about you. She said you want to be a pilot too?”

Nikolai nodded dumbly, praying that his palm wouldn’t be too sweaty when he gripped her hand for what he hoped was the correct amount of time. “Um. Yes,” he said, finding his voice, pitching it a little lower, straightening his back. He wasn’t a boy, he was a young man. He needed her to see that. “It’s Kolya to friends. Let me take your bag,” he added, eager to make himself useful.

“Are we friends already?” Helena asked teasingly, handing her duffel bag over without protest. Her Russian was perfect, like she was born speaking it just as he was. “Thought I’d have to work harder than that.”

Nikolai tried to stamp down that stab of disappointment. She definitely saw him as a just a boy. Probably for the best anyway. There was a wedding band on her finger, after all. “Well, if you’re friends with my aunt, you are like family. What more to say?”

“If only it were always so simple,” Sasha said, shaking his head, waving for them to follow him back to the house. “It was easier when we were his age, no?”

Helena laughed. “No. I was already a soldier at his age.”

It was hard to imagine this woman as a soldier. Easier to imagine her as a movie star, or a model. “Did you fly a fighter plane?” Nikolai asked.

She nodded. “Never saw much real combat, but I was stationed in Guatemala for a spell, and I fought in the Falklands. Not that it was much of a fight.” She rolled her eyes, taking a long drag from the cigarette. “Thatcher just couldn’t let that go. Bitch.”

Sasha laughed. “It is for Glorious Empire, no? We are just dogs for war.”

“Too true. And some dogs don’t know how to stop.” One more drag from the cigarette, and she dropped it in the tin can on the porch railing. “Is Natalia home from the hospital yet?”

Sasha shook his head. “Not yet. She comes home this afternoon. I will be driving into the city soon— Would you like to join me? Kolya will stay.”

“I’ll stay. I can make myself useful, have dinner made by the time you return.”

“No, no, you are a guest—”

“Please! I am happy to do it. It’s one less thing to worry about, with a baby coming home.” She waved off his protests with both hands. “Kolya can help me navigate the kitchen.” She flicked her arm forward, the movement pulling her sleeve back from her watch. “You might as well go now, Natalia should not be alone too long. We will have time for business later, Aleksander.”

“Please! Just Sasha. Like Kolya said. You are like family.”

“And a moment ago I was a guest,” Helena said, giving Nikolai a conspiratorial look that made his heart hammer.

“Well, Natalia will want to know we made an effort to make you a guest,” Sasha said. “We are simply outclassed.” He opened the door and grabbed his car keys off the hook. “We’ll be back soon. Make yourself at home, Helena.” He tapped her on the arm as he went back out past them again, shoes crunching on the gravel of the drive as he went out to his car.

“Drive safe,” she said, crouching down to untie her boots, following Nikolai’s cue as he kicked off his own. She frowned, looking at the worn out work-boots. “In a bit, we should go back out to the plane. I brought a crate of things. Gifts for the family. I have boots that should fit you.”

Nikolai felt his ears turn red. “I don’t need anything, really.”

“Didn’t say you did,” she said, kicking her boots against the side of the house, out of the way of the door so no one would trip over them. “It’s just easy for me to get these things, and Natalia said there’s often shortages. If you don’t need them, give them to someone who does, hm?” She passed by him into the house and shrugged off her jacket, hanging it up on one of the hooks by the door unceremoniously. Now Nikolai had no problem imagining her as a soldier. Her t-shirt sleeves were rolled up, revealing defined muscles, and she wore a leather harness across her shoulders that supported a pistol holster under each arm. She had a big tattoo of the RAF logo on her bicep too, bisected by a jagged scar.

“RAF?” he asked. “I thought you were American.”

“I live in Canada,” she said. “But I’m from England. That’s where I met your aunt. We went to the same school in London. She taught me my Russian.”

Nikolai thought back to the stories that his aunt told, trying to pick out which one was the most likely to be Helena. “You’re Lena,” he said, connecting the dots quickly. “The one that got her into trouble.”

“Guilty. She needed it though. Talia was like a mouse before I got my hands on her.” She followed him up the stairs. “It was good for me too. Got me used to taking an undressing from—” She stopped, the word not sounding right on her tongue. “Um. A Dressing down. Scolding, yes? From important people. My captains never scared me.”

Nikolai scrubbed a hand over his face, as if that would do something to alleviate the blush he could feel from his ears down to his chest. He dropped her duffle bag on the narrow bed in the guest room and shuffled back out into the hallway. There was almost no space to manuever in the small room, and he didn’t want to have to touch her. He did get a whiff of her shampoo and the slightest hint of sweat, which nearly made his knees buckle beneath him. A touch certainly would have put him on the floor. “You don’t seem like a woman who is scared of anything,” he said.

She grinned at him as she unzipped the bag, pulling out a cassette deck and a canvas bag that rattled slightly with the movement. “Anyone who isn’t scared of anything is either over-confident, stupid or crazy,” she told him. “It’s not a bad thing to be scared.”

“Which one are you?” he asked.

“Crazy of course. Here. I brought you some music.” She shoved the bag at him and headed back downstairs, the tape deck in hand. It was a small one, portable and battery powered. “I don’t know what the popular music scene’s like around here, but I bring you rock and roll. Things I don't think you can find easily here. We can listen while I make dinner.”

Western music. That was thoughtful, which did nothing to quell his burgeoning crush. He had a few tapes, many of them poor quality recordings of recordings. These were new, some of them still wrapped in plastic film, bought especially for him. "You didn't have to do this," he said, setting the bag down on the kitchen table so he could parse through its contents. Rush, Heart, Motörhead, The Runaways, Sex Pistols. Some music he'd heard of, a lot more he hadn't.

"I wanted to. Seems like you've really been through it, kid. This is nothing, really. Just some tapes. If it makes you feel better, I can tell you that I just hate Russian music and wanted to make sure we didn't have to listen to it."

"That does make me feel better."

"Then that's the honest to god truth." She put a hand over the sunglasses and held the other up, like she was making a pledge.

"Liar," he said. It felt good to tease her back. Like they were old friends already.

"I've been called worse things by worse people. Now! Let's see what we have to work with." She started going through the cupboards, noting where all the pots and pans were and rifled through the pantry to see what ingredients they had on hand.

Nikolai picked a tape at random and set it into the player, turning up the volume, grinning as the sound of drums and electric guitar pealed out from the tinny speakers.

“Ooh, The Runaways,” Helena said approvingly. “Good choice. These girls know how to rock.” She pulled out a big pot and filled it with water, her head bobbing along to the beat. “Now come here and help me peel potatoes.”

“Yes ma’am,” Nikolai said, leaving the pile of tapes on the other side of the table. He found paring knives while she washed dirt off the potatoes, bouncing on the balls of her feet, singing along to the music under her breath.

He started peeling, doing his best to focus on the task rather than on the way Helena’s hips swayed back and forth, the slightest bit off beat. And then there was distinctively feminine moaning coming out of the speakers along with the music, and he nearly stabbed himself in the hand. Helena didn’t seem to notice, or at the very least didn’t react, leaving him to briefly wonder if he was imagining it, or if it was really a part of the song.

His ears were burning hot, so he kept his head down and peeled potatoes like his life depended on it, certain that if he looked at Helena he would simply burst into flames. He was glad that he’d not bothered to get his hair cut in a while, so it was long enough to hide behind.

“You alright, Kolya?” she asked, tapping his arm to warn him that she was reaching across him to grab the other knife.

“I’m fine,” he told her, his voice cracking on the words as his heart clunked into second gear. Another humiliation. “I’m not good at this,” he lied. He tried to help out in the kitchen whenever he could, although he was still not much of a cook. “Trying not to cut off my fingers.”

Even if she didn’t believe him, she left it, blessedly, at that.

Once they set the potatoes to cook, they went back outside, keeping an eye on the stove through the kitchen window. Music from the cassette player followed them, thankfully free of moaning of any kind now that he had nothing to occupy himself with. Sometimes god was good. Nikolai pulled out two cigarettes and set them to his lips, lighting both and offering one to Helena.

"Aren't you a bit young to smoke?" she asked, lips twisting into a wry little smile. Her fingers brushed his when she took one, sending a little electric jolt through him.

"Maybe. But being young has never stopped me from doing anything I wanted to do." He hoped that came out as bold, maybe even flirtatious, rather than childish. He wasn't sure it did. It was easier, with girls his own age. Acting as though he knew what he was doing got him a long way among his peers, since most of them had even less of an idea than he did.

"I guess I smoked when I was your age too," she said, laughing. "And drank, and smoked weed, and got into trouble. It's just funny, you know? You feel all kinds of grown when you're sixteen, but when you look back at yourself, you see a child."

"You're not even so old," Nikolai said. "Twenty four, twenty five? You must be younger than my aunt."

"Nah. Same age. I'll take it as a compliment though."

So twenty nine, if she really was the same age as Talia. It should have curbed his interest, but it didn't. She was still beautiful, and interesting, and she spoke to him like he was a person, not just a kid.

"What's your husband like?" He asked.

"Oh? He's…" she trailed off, thinking about it, blowing a thin stream of smoke out while she considered her answer. "He's a good man. But we probably wouldn't have married if not for our son. Aaron turned seven this year."

It was hard to imagine Helena as someone’s mother, let alone someone who was closer to his age than she was. He really didn’t want to think about that. "Sorry, I was just curious. I did not mean--"

"It's fine, Kolya. Really. I'm not unhappy, by any means. He's a good business partner, and we agree about important things." She shrugged, like it didn't matter one bit, still wearing an easy smile on her red-painted lips. "Romance is not so important anyway. I’ve got more important things to worry about."

Nikolai couldn't help but see that as sad, in a way. He'd known her for all of an hour, maybe two, and he already thought she deserved better than that. The way she talked to him, her offer to cook, the thoughtful gift of hard to find Western rock and roll tapes for a boy she had never met, combined with the stories that Aunt Talia told painted a picture of a woman who deserved to be with someone that loved her well, gave her everything she wanted and more. He wished he was older. Maybe, in another life, he could have been that man.

But it was foolish to dwell on things that couldn't be. Better to be her friend than nothing. He had a feeling she would be a good friend to have.

They spent the afternoon like that, listening to music and making gnocchi, rolling little lumps of dough across the backs of forks to make a small mountain of dumplings, laughing together at Helena’s tone-deaf attempts to sing along. It was somehow more endearing than if she had been a song bird, a flaw that made her more human.

Not that he could think of her as anything else. She was just more vibrant, more alive than anyone he’d ever met. Like she had been struck by lightning and still carried an electric charge beneath her skin. He felt it every time they touched, purposefully or by accident, her hip bumping his as she danced, or their fingers brushing when he offered her another cigarette. That electricity fell from her lips too, when she got talking about something that she cared about, and sometimes she absently changed languages mid-sentences, flowing from Russian to English and sometimes to French and Spanish. He did his best to keep up with her anyway, even though there were times when he was just nodding along, listening to the cadence of her voice, watching the enthusiasm in her eyes.

After Talia and Sasha returned from the hospital, Nikolai had to share her attention for hours, as they ate, and she held the baby, and she sat on the couch, cuddled up next to Natalia, the two of them reminiscing in soft voices while Nikolai washed the dishes, straining to hear. Sasha was the only one that seemed to notice Nikolai’s frequent glances over his shoulder, and came to lean against the counter next to him, a mug of tea in his hand.

“Don’t fall in love, Kolya,” he said in a low voice, his dark eyes laughing at Nikolai’s misfortune.

Good advice. But not advice Nikolai was certain he’d be able to follow.

#Nikolai #original characters #call of duty modern warfare fic #cave writing #Morganverse #I feel like there's not really anything else to tag but if I've missed something just let me know #I had to write this to set up another fic lmao #I don't know #There might be a part two of this? But there will definitely be a sequel under a different name #Posting things makes me feel nuts tbh

[magnetarmadda]

For @tmaappreciationweek Day 1: Favorite Character, I give you a ficlet with Jon and a Somewhere Else cat! For @artificialdaydreamer, without whom Sasha cat wouldn't exist 💜💜💜

Jon started baking breads in the aftermath of well, everything with the Institute, and it's become a sort of tradition for him to make fresh scones for Christmas. In previous years, it's been a relatively quiet affair—Martin's off at work, so Jon can essentially do what he wants in the kitchen. He would turn on music, spread out around the counters, and use the table for rolling out the dough. This year, though, he contemplates the small space with narrowed eyes, hands on his hips as he mentally surveys Sasha's usual haunts. She's taken to sitting on a kitchen chair while Jon cooks, venturing up onto the table occasionally. She has only once tried to make a break for the counter with food on it, and she managed to successfully stick her whole face into freshly whipped cream. He sighs. There's no two ways about it. If he wants to get these scones made successfully, she'll need to be kept away from the kitchen. He's going to have to bribe her. And after getting everything ready on the counter, he does just that. Laying treats across the length of the living room may be a bit excessive, all things considered, but what Martin doesn't know won't hurt him, Jon reasons, shrugging to himself as Sasha leaps from treat to treat, devouring them. Jon gets to work quickly, measuring and combining ingredients in now familiar motions. He cranes his neck to check on Sasha a few times, and she's either eating the treats or playing with them. It's working out far better than he'd expected, honestly. At least, until the very end. Jon's gotten the dough rolled out and cut into circles, but he forgot to line the baking sheet with parchment paper. He swears quietly to himself as he digs the roll out and tears off a square. When he turns back to the table, parchment-covered sheet in hand, he finds Sasha perched delicately on the table, looking up at him with her wide eyes, one paw print in the middle of a scone. He laughs as he scrambles for his phone, wanting to capture this to show Martin. After a few quick pictures (because why take just one when she's this cute?), he crosses the space in a few steps and scratches behind her ear. Her purr rumbles up at him and he smiles. "Well, at least it was only one. We'll save that one for your dad, shall we?" Her tiny meow is the perfect response.

#somewhere else #jonmartin #the magnus archives #tmappreciationweek #my writing #my fic

[xoxo-maeve-xoxo]

Hello! can I request Marcy X shy male reader story where Marcy finds out the reader is a good singer and is scared to sing but Marcy encourages them to sing in the battle of the bands

Marcy x shy male reader

Warnings; probably cringe, kinda short, probably out of character, spelling errors,

Marcy’s pronouns are they/them but can be replaced by she/her in ur imagination or smt

Reader can be read as transmasc

You didn’t specify if it was romantic or not, so it can be read platonically AND romantically

This is my first time writing PLEASE go easy on me 😭😭

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[Name] currently in the planters bathroom singing his absolute heart out. He was getting ready to watch Marcy, Sasha, and Anne’s performance for the battle of the bands.

Marcy was strutting down the hall and heard [Name], needles to say they were quite amazed by their friend/boyfriends singing. They burst into the bathroom out of pure excitement, abruptly interrupting his skin care routine.

“[Name]! I didn’t know you could sing!! You sound amazing!!” They exclaimed happily, making [Name] flush brightly from embarrassment, and he started to sputter slightly.

“Marcy?! Y-you can’t just burst into the bathroom while I’m getting ready!” [Name] yelped, blushing a bright crimson red.

“Oh, sorry! I just got so excited! You sounded amazing! You should totally sing with us in the battle of the bands!” Marcy replied, flapping their hands happily.

“No way! I can’t do that! I’d end up falling and humiliating myself in front of everyone!” He remarked, trembling slightly from the thought.

“Yes you can dude! You got this, I’ll be there with you every step of the way!” Marcy grinned, and [Name] felt a little bit more at ease.

It took a while of bickering between the two before [Name] sighed, and begrudgingly agreed. Marcy helped him get his costume ready, and they handed him a guitar.

Marcy informed [Name] that Sasha was no longer playing with them and Anne, so he was the new guitar player. [Name] felt incredibly nervous, but with a few hugs and kisses to his cheeks, he felt a bit more relaxed.

The time finally came, and the battle of the bands started, Marcy, Anne, and [Name] were all getting ready for their performance, yet [Name] was starting to regret his decision.

“Hey, don’t worry, I’ll be here for you, I promise everything will be okay, you’ll do great.” *Marcy spoke softly, gently taking [Name]’s hands in theirs, squeezing them a bit.

[Name] sighed, and wrapped his arms around Marcy, pulling them into a warm embrace. The two hugged for awhile, listening to each others soft breathing, before their show came.

The girls and [Name] stepped onto the stage, and Marcy gave [Name] a reassuring grin. Once everyone got their instruments set up, they started playing.

Anne started singing first, and [Name] followed shortly after, shyly singing with her. [Name] strummed his guitar strings while singing, occasionally looking over at Marcy whenever he felt nervous, and they gave him a reassuring smile every time.

“Here goes something…” [Name] muttered, preparing for his guitar solo, before a loud, deafening sound came from behind him. It was Sasha! She was absolutely shredding on her guitar!

Once the guitar solo ended, Sasha and the sharps (including [Name]) was back together! [Name] played his guitar with Sasha, singing happily, finally coming out of his shell, while his partner/friend Marcy was absolutely ecstatic.

#marcy x reader #amphibia x reader #transmasc reader #marcy wu #sasha amphibia #anne amphibia #shy reader

[smartycvnt]

Risk and Reward

Pairing: Bayley x Dakota Kaix Reader Prompt: "Aw, is my little princess getting shy." + "That tickles." Warnings: smut, top Bayley, switch Dakota, switch Reader, strap on, oral, threesome (fff)

"Bayley," you warned. You had decided to accompany her on some media thing in California. Usually Bayley getting a little handsy in the car wasn't an issue, but this time the two of you weren't alone. Bayley glanced over at you as the car came to a stop light. Her hand was still moving along the inside of your thigh with her fingers occasionally dipping beneath the hemline of your shorts.

"What's wrong baby? I'm not doing anything, am I?" Bayley asked. She knew exactly what she was doing. You could see the mischief in her eyes, but you couldn't call her out on it in the car without admitting to Dakota that you were turned on. So, thinking quick on your feet, you came up with a lie.

"That tickles, and I'd like you to stop it please," you said. Bayley, never one to push you when you weren't willing, moved her hand from your leg. She grabbed your hand and held it instead. You were a bit nervous about her driving one-handed, but the traffic didn't allow for Bayley to actually get the car going that fast. You glanced back towards the backseat, were Dakota was scrolling away on her phone. She glanced up at you and winked. You turned away quick enough to catch Bayley's attention. She didn't look at you though, instead glancing back at Dakota with a smirk on her face. The two of them shared the look for a moment, long enough for you to notice and realize they were up to something. If they didn't tell you though, you'd just sit back and play dumb. It could have been nothing after all.

Bayley didn't try anything else for the rest of the ride, but you kept catching her stealing glances back at Dakota. You had known that she had a history with Dakota, but Sasha had reassured you when you started dating Bayley that you had nothing to worry about. You wanted to trust Bayley, but you were starting to feel like maybe they had something secretly going on behind your back. Bayley had been a great girlfriend, almost suspiciously at some times. Especially with the warnings you had gotten from others about how this wasn't the sweet woman who valued loyalty over self preservation. A few people had tried telling you to stay away, but you didn't want to. You had insisted on taking a chance with Bayley, and up until now, you had been confident it was the right thing to do.

The hotel was nice, but there had only been one room booked. Bayley's teasing earlier had turned you on a bit. Not enough to be an urgent problem, but enough that you immediately began mourning the loss of vacation sex with Bayley. The suite was nice, and you were certain the headboard was actually nailed to the wall. Bayley had thought ahead with this one, whether it was meant for you or Dakota. What you didn't get was if she was cheating on you with her friend, then why the hell would she have invited you to hang out with them all weekend. You hadn't been booked for anything that weekend, so it wasn't like you absolutely had to come along with her to California for work. She could have left you at home, but she didn't.

"You're thinking very loudly. Is there something on your mind?" Bayley asked as she pulled you onto her lap. You weren't quite sure how to come out and say what was bothering you without causing some kind of fight. Fighting with Bayley was like dragging yourself through hell. She almost always won your fights. The two of you would stop talking for a couple days when you fought with each other, and you doubted that you'd be able to get a flight back home on such short notice.

"Who did you ask to come with you first, me or Dakota?" That seemed like a good starting place to work through this. It was subtle, but not subtle enough though. Bayley leaned back on her elbows as she stared past you at the bathroom door. You'd come straight from the airport, and Dakota insisted on taking a shower first thing.

"I never asked Dakota, her and Iyo were booked with me for this weekend. I didn't know we were getting just one room though, but that's okay. I'm good at sharing," Bayley said as she trailed her hand along your side. You sat up a little straighter, your back stiffening with the feeling of her fingers brushing against your skin. "I know that you like to think that you are, but you're not. Don't worry about Dakota though, I'm not the one she's interested in here."

"You're being ridiculous," you huffed. Bayley shook her head, letting you know that she wasn't joking. You weren't sure how you felt, but the idea of Dakota liking you was flattering. "Is that why you asked me here then?"

"More or less, but it's funny how things work out. I know that I did a number on you in the car, you're not as subtle as you think pushing back against me like you've been." You blushed and ducked your head away. The door opened and Dakota stepped out. She glanced between you and Bayley a couple of times before walking over to her bed. You hadn't been able to hold eye contact with Dakota, and Bayley had noticed. "Aw, is my princess getting shy."

"Watch yourself," you warned. Bayley didn't get patronizing with you a lot, but that side definitely came out whenever the two of you were fucking. Bayley nudged your legs apart before pulling backwards against the mattress. "Bayley."

"I told you, she's not going to mind. She'd probably fuck you herself if I let her," Bayley told you. You swatted at her chest, but it didn't stop her. Bayley leaned down like she was going to kiss your lips, but dipped her head down at the last second to kiss along your neck instead. You tried your hardest to hold back the moans and little noises of pleasure bubbling up inside of you, but it was no use. Bayley took your silence as a challenge, grinding herself against you to make it harder. She did this a couple of times before you finally felt the unmistakable outline of her favorite toy. "I wouldn't be upset if you wanted to touch her a little bit. Maybe eat her out while I fuck you?"

You were honestly shocked by Bayley's suggestion, but that did not mean you weren't intrigued. You glanced over at Dakota, who didn't seem bothered or surprised by Bayley's behavior. Bayley tilted your chin towards her and pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth. You had the option of either turning away from her and ending it or kissing her and letting things play out. It was a big decision, but you were feeling a little bold, so you turned Bayley and deepened the kiss. You could feel her smiling against your lips, glad that her fairly large gamble had paid off with you. The two of you had briefly discussed the idea of threesomes after nights out drinking, but actually doing it was an entirely different story.

"Come here," Bayley told Dakota. You weren't surprised that Bayley found a way to quickly take control in the situation. Dakota moved onto the bed and sat on her knees by your head. Bayley pulled you up to sit, obviously wanting you and Dakota to get a little more comfortable around each other. Dakota hadn't come off as uncomfortable, but it was obvious to Bayley that the two of you didn't know each other that well. "It's okay."

You knew the reassurance was for you because you had to make the first move. Bayley watched carefully as you reached forward to cup Dakota's face. This was finally when she began to lean into things. You closed the distance with a kiss, one that had stayed surprisingly chaste. Bayley moved behind you and moved her hands under your shirt, stopping only to cup your breasts under your bra. Her lips pressed kisses against your neck as she gently nudged you towards Dakota again. Focus had never been one of your strong suits so you found yourself mentally bouncing back and forth between kissing and touching Dakota and the things Bayley was doing to you.

Dakota's skin was soft beneath your fingertips. You were entranced at the softness in the noises that she made. Dakota seemed to react more to the softer brushes of your hands against her skin, so that was what you stuck to. Bayley never let you touch her like that, claiming that it was too close to teasing for her liking. There were a lot of differences between Dakota and Bayley, all of which were accentuated whenever Dakota's hands reached out to begin touching you as well. Dakota's touch was much softer than Bayley's, but that easily could have been attributed to Dakota not wanting to overstep.

"I love you," Bayley whispered as she pulled you back against her body. She stepped off of the bed to peel your shorts off of your body. You waited, expecting to feel Bayley's fingers or tongue in between your legs. Instead, you received a sharp slap to the ass. "Say it back."

"I love you too," you told her. Bayley smiled and tilted your head back to kiss you. She let you go back to Dakota after that.

You crawled forward on the bed, settling down in between Dakota's legs. Dakota had one hand on the back of your head, slowly dragging her nails along your scalp. You weren't sure what Bayley had told Dakota about you in bed, if she had even mentioned it at all. You shook your head and pulled your focus back into the moment. It didn't matter what Bayley had told her because now you were in bed together. You glanced up at her to receive a reassuring look as she guided your head forward. Bayley's hands trailed down your back, like she could also sense how nervous you were about doing this with Dakota.

Dakota tasted sweet on your tongue. You did your best to move your tongue slowly, but your self restraint could only last so long. You lapped at Dakota eagerly as all of your nerves began to melt away. Behind you, Bayley watched as Dakota seemed as lost in what you were doing as you were. Bayley had planned on teasing you a little longer, but the wetter that Dakota got, the wetter you did as well. Bayley still made sure that she wouldn't hurt you before sliding inside of you with the strap. You didn't react at first whenever Bayley started thrusting, but the smack to your ass got your attention.

"Fuck," you swore as your body began to register Bayley's movements. Bayley grabbed onto your hips and began to roughly thrust into you. There was some jealousy behind the aggression in her thrusts, she had fucked you like this before. You knew that tonight you'd be cumming hard, but tomorrow your body would be extremely sore. Bayley didn't care about the consequences of the next day though, she just wanted to fuck.

"You're doing such a good job baby. Dakota's so wet, she looks like she's so close. Keep going baby, make her cum," Bayley told you. You swore that her teeth must have been grit as she said each word to you. Bayley was right though, Dakota was extremely close to cumming. All it took were a few more curls of your fingers against her g-spot paired with firm flicks of your tongue against her clit and Dakota was done for. Bayley watched as Dakota gushed a little around your fingers, mentally telling herself that she had to make you cum so hard you did the same around her strap.

Bayley was on a mission and absolutely nothing was going to deter her. She pulled your body against hers to change the angle and give herself more access to touch the rest of your body. If not for Bayley's arms holding your body against hers, each of her thrusts would have sent you falling towards the mattress. She had never fucked you quite like this before, but you couldn't complain about it. The roughness was turning you on more than it ever had before. You tried to warn Bayley by putting your hand in front of her, but she just moved it onto the small of your back as she continued to thrust into you. The feeling was euphoric and seemingly never-ending, continuing even after Bayley had laid you down onto the bed and left to clean herself up.

"Hey," Bayley said softly as she kneeled down next to you. You were having a hard time focusing, but Bayley's voice had pulled you out of it a little. You reached towards her, but missed. Bayley chuckled nervously as she grabbed your hand and pulled it towards her lips. "Come on, let's get you in the shower."

"What about Dakota?" you asked. Bayley glanced at Dakota and nodded towards the bathroom. Dakota went in to get the shower ready while Bayley picked you up and carried you in. Immediately, you were met with cold water, which had definitely helped clear your mind from its haze enough so that Bayley wasn't as worried about you anymore. Bayley got you cleaned up, redressed, and then the two of you went straight to bed, exhaustion from fucking and flying having finally caught up with you.

#wwe x reader #wwe #wwe imagine #wwe imagines #bayley #dakota kai #bayley x dakota kai x reader

[izzylovesyou2022]

Adventure Is Out There~ Pavel Datsyuk/Henrik Zetterberg

Hank was finishing packing his truck for the camping trip he was taking with his best friend, Pavel, when his cell phone rang. He closed the cab of his truck and, without looking at the number, answered the call.

“Hello?”

“Sasha, where you? I wait outside for 15 minutes. You fast usually.”

Hank snickered and wrapped his fingers around the door handle on the driver’s side.

“Sorry, Pav. I was trying to find all my stuff. It’s been a while since I went camping,” he reminded Pavel as he hopped up into the seat.

A snort from the other end of the line caused Hank to roll his eyes.

“Good excuse, Hank. You want keep me waiting.”

Hank put his keys in the ignition and started up the car.

“Keep that up and I’m not taking you at all,” he playfully threatened, turning his phone onto speaker so he could back out of the driveway.

“Okay, fine. I angel now on. Deal?”

Hank chuckled.

“It’s a deal, Pav. I’ll be there in five, okay? Just stay right where you are.”

Five minutes later, as promised, Hank pulled up to the curve near his friend’s house and honked his horn.

Pavel, half-asleep on his front porch, jolted awake and swung the bags up over his shoulder.

Hank scampered from the car and took one of Pavel’s bags from him.

“Here, let me assist you with that,” he said, throwing the bag into the back-seat of his truck.

Pavel gave him an exhausted smile and climbed into the passenger’s seat.

“Thank you, Sasha.”

Hank got himself buckled in and started the car just as Pavel let out two huge yawns.

“If you’re tired, go ahead and sleep, Pav. It’s a five hour drive anyway.”

Pavel, being the stubborn Russian he was, gave a firm shake of the head.

“Not want you lonely.”

Hank shook his head and carefully turned out of the driveway.

“Not going to be lonely, Pav. You’re exhausted; I can see it in your face. I want you well rested for all of our activities for this weekend. Okay?”

Pavel didn’t argue the matter anymore and curled up into a tiny ball in the seat.

“Lizzy kept up most night. She no stop crying. Momma offered watch her. So I here.”

Hank turned on the piano music he’d kept in the car for Pavel and continued to drive.

“Sleep, Pav. I’ll let you know when we’re there.”

Pavel instantly feel asleep, leaving Hank alone with his thoughts.

As he made his way closer to the camping grounds, he would occasionally glance from time to time at the sleeping man. He couldn’t help but notice the hair that fell in his face, or the way he was using his hands as pillows, or the cute little snores that escaped from his lips, or the smile he got when, Hank assumed, he was having a happy dream.

-I wish I could make him mine. He’s so perfect. He’s just want I want in a boyfriend: beautiful, sweet, funny, and a family man.-

Finally, after four hours of driving, Hank pulled up at the campsite. He climbed out of the car and thought about waking Pavel up, but decided against it. After all, he did have a baby that kept him up all night.

It took him about an hour and a half to unload everything from the truck and put up the tent (which was really hard to manage on his own) but eventually he did it all and then figured it would be a good time to wake Pavel up.

Sneaking to the passenger’s side of the car, Hank smiled softly down at his friend and slightly shook his shoulder.

“Pavs, we’re here.”

A grunt and a glaring side eye met his cheerful tone.

“I need bathroom. Where one at?”

Hank chuckled and stepped back a few paces to let his friend out.

“We might have to walk to find one. Unless you wanna go pee in the forest.”

A pout and a smack on his arm was Pavel’s reply to Hank’s cheerful teasing.

“I need walk anyway,” Pavel said gruffly, starting down the wooden path.

“Hey, wait up, Pav,” Hank called, chasing after his friend. “I need to use the restroom too.”

After walking for several minutes (or miles), Pavel sighed and tipped his head so that his eyes met Hank’s.

“I sorry. Not mad you. Just stress with baby.”

Hank laid a soothing hand on Pavel’s back—at the base of his neck—and rubbed a circle around it with his fingertips.

“It’s okay, Pavs. You just woke up. Not everyone can be a ball of sunshine like me.”

Pavel stiffened at the touch at first, but soon relaxed into it, allowing Hank to massage his troubles away.

“Not blame me if eaten by bear,” he teased, turning his sour mood into a teasing and joyful one.

Hank, pleasantly surprised at his friend’s change of tone, pouted at the joke.

“Not funny. What would you do without best friend,” he countered as the two of them raced into the woods together.

The both of them relieved themselves before Pavel could answer.

“Not bothered poor rookie.  You not steal clothes. You not steal food my house.”

Hank whined and stuck out his tongue.

“You’re not nice, mister. You’re mean,” he said even as he held out his hand for Pavel to take.

The gesture making him smile, even though he wasn’t an old man, Pavel took his hand and got pulled to his feet.

*10 at night, around the fire*

“Pavs, come on! I’m about to make smor’es…… s’mores,” Hank yelled out to his Russian teammate, who was hiding in the tent. Dammit, he still got tripped up on that word. Something about that “S” and “M” combo.

Pavel, dressed in a sweatshirt and jeans, popped himself out of the tent and ran to Hank’s side.

“Sugar. Not good you. But I not care time. I hungry.”

Hank laughed and tugged the tray that held the ingredients towards them.

“Do you know how to make them, Pav?”

The older man snorted and whacked Hank’s elbow.

“I Russian. I not dumb. We invent s’mores, you not know,” he asked, snatching a marshmallow from the bag.

Hank got his own stick and marshmallow and placed it over the fire.

“Liar. We invented s’mores. We just exported them to your country.”

Pavel snorted in amusement and turned his marshmallow over to brown it.

“You not know history. We invent s’mores. Whole world know it. You thank me, not me thank you. Oh, you marshmallow burn.”

Hank moaned in embarrassment and moved his stick away from the flames.

“Great. Now can’t eat it. I hate burned food!”

Pavel snatched the burnt treat off of Hank’s stick before the young Swede knew what was happening and replaced it with his browned one.

“I eat then. Me like burned food. It good. You crazy,” he mumbled through a mouthful of s’more.

Hank rolled his eyes and, unlike Pavel who had decided it was a good idea to stuff the entire thing in his mouth, ate his s’more with small, careful bites.

Then, when he’d finished eating, he caught sight of Pavel’s face. It was covered in chocolate.

“Oh my gosh, Pavs. You look like a little kid. Your face is plastered in chocolate,” he laughed, using his thumb to wipe it away from his friend’s cheeks.

Pavel snickered and playfully licked at his thumb.

“What you? Mother,” he asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

Hank, unable to control himself, howled with laughter, losing his breath in the process.

“Oh….my….word…..Pav…..you…..are…..hilarious,” he gasped between giggles, wiping at his wet eyes with a fist.

Pavel grinned with pride and helped himself to another marshmallow.

“I know. We Russians known that. We famous for.”

Hank, in the moonlight/firelight, almost lost his balance. Pavel’s figure, his graceful movements, his bright eyes, cheerful lips, his wrinkled nose, made him so breathtaking. He was the most beautiful sight in the world.

“Take picture. It last longer. Woods going nowhere,” a heavily accented voice said, breaking Hank through the fog of his thoughts.

“I was just thinking about what trails we’re going to explore tomorrow,” he defended himself.

Pavel shrugged and chewed contently on his bar of chocolate.

“It tomorrow. We enjoy now. Think too much, you do.”

Hank didn’t bother replying to his comment. Instead, he dropped his gaze to the ground and twisted the shirt around in his hands.

-Should I tell him? I don’t want this to ruin our friendship. But, I’m going to explode if I don’t get it out. I have to take a risk at some point, right?-

“Penny for thought,” Pavel teased, once again jolting Hank from his clouded thoughts.

Still, the young Swede didn’t say a thing. Beads of sweat that didn’t come from him standing near the fire appeared on his brow, but that was quickly wiped away.

“Henrik! You worry me.”

Finally, Hank twisted his head to look at his friend.

“Just thinking about someone.”

“Who?”

“A friend.”

“What friend?”

Here was the moment of truth. It was now or never. He had to take the risk.

“Pavel, I really like you. As more than a friend. I’ve had a crush on you for almost the whole year, but I was too scared of saying anything for fear of ruining our friendship. I’m sorry if I scared you off, but I needed to tell you.”

His head, once again, fell onto his chest as the hands, that had sat so still in his lap, started to tremble. 

There was nothing but silence for a minute, but then Pavel spoke.

“You no scare off. Like you too.”

The gasp that echoed from Hank’s lips was unattractive, but he didn’t even care as he gazed, no, stared, upwards at Pavel.

“Y-you mean it?”

Pavel nodded.

“Never surer in life. Want you. Not just love-making, but love you all ways.”

Hank moved himself closer to his friend, trembling, a mix of nervousness and excitement.

“Can I kiss you,” he asked, eyes carefully watching the older man.   

Pavel’s heart couldn’t help but melt at how anxious and shy Hank was acting. If this was truly his first relationship, he’d make sure it was a good one.

“Yes, Henrik. You can kiss me.”

Hank covered the last new inches between them, cupped Pavel’s cheeks, and uncertainly pressed his lips on Pavel’s.

The kiss was awkward, but neither of the men really cared. All they could think of was their love for each other.

When Hank finally pulled away so they could catch their breath(s), he felt like he was on top of the world.

Pavel snuggled himself into the other man’s warm, strong chest and relaxed against it. So, was this what love felt like? He didn’t mind it!

Hank drew his arms around Pavel’s waist and kissed his forehead.

“I love you, Pasha.”

Pavel poked him in the stomach and offered him a wry grin.

“Love you too, Sasha.”

#henrik zetterberg #pavel datsyuk #hockey rpf #nhl rpf #gosh i almost forget about them #ugh they were my first pairing #pavel your broken english #pls

[xxlordalexanderxx]

A familiar looking rat scurries up Alexander. Being a rather tall being, she occasionally pauses for a moment to catch her breath before continuing to scurrying up Alexander. Attached to the familiar is a note addressed to Alexander

“Dear Alexander, I’ve gotten myself into a pickle. Well it’s more than a pickle this time. I’ve gotten myself stuck in the Fae Realm, but I’m working on my way out. I hope. Any advice would be appreciated as they’ve taken my staff. I’ll be home soon I hope, and I’ll be able to make you cakes again.

-Love Dwight

P.S Peaches can cross between realms so she can bring anything to me. <3 besides people..

"Why are faeries kidnapping Dwight?" Of course the king did not have a full understanding of the circumstance but nonetheless he hoped the fledgling witch would make his way home safely. The dragon lord himself had no knowledge of the fae realm. Tapping his jeweled goatee he gives it some thought as to what he could provide the witch to aid them.

Giving his cuff a little shake he would produce a small red crystal, much like the one's adorn on his person and that of which could be seen around the kingdom. Is it turns out, they explode. Alexander would have Cromwell over to write a small message back explaining how the crystal worked and attach that and the little shard in a small sack back onto Sasha with gold thread.

"Be sure to get that to Dwight for me Peaches." He instructed.

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Dear Dwight,

I hope you make it home safely and wish I had a way that I could help you. Disclosed in the sack is a red crystal. if slammed down hard enough it will start to sizzle and will explode. Perhaps it could be of use to you.

Love Alexander

#arcanescholxr #Infernal Inquires ♦️ #|🥩IC🥩| #explosives tw

[ddeokbxkki]

even if time passes. (three)

series: the fourth crime unit (au), reincarnation au main characters in this chapter: sasha, hanji, armin

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It’s been three weeks since that failed mission. Hanji was discharged but she’s been spending most of her time at the hospital. In the day, she would stay by Sasha’s and Armin’s side which the two was very grateful of, especially since they still had occasional nightmares or panic attack when the memories hit too hard. At night, she would be in the ICU, beside Levi. 

That night, Armin and Sasha decided to visit the Ackerman siblings, totally ignoring the advice from the doctor when they were caught heading towards the ICU.

“It’s best to not move about for now and definitely not to the ICU, especially since you just woke up not too long ago. Your bodies are still weak and so are your immune systems.”

They had pretended to listen to his words but there they were, standing at the entrance of the ward, in the middle of the night, taking a quick scan to find Levi and Mikasa. After all, whether it’s the Fourth Crime Unit or as the Levi Squad, the only orders they follow were those from Levi, Hanji and Erwin.

“Hanji’s not here.” Sasha bent down and whispered, her hands still gripping onto the handles of the wheelchair. “I thought she’s here every night?”

“Maybe she’s just away for a while?” Armin whispered back. “I see their room.”

Sasha’s gaze followed where Armin’s pointing at. Through the glass door, they saw Levi and Mikasa. Both of them laid still on their own hospital bed, hooked up to a web of tubes and wires. The rhythmic beep of the heart monitor was a constant reminder to Armin and Sasha of how fragile their life was right then.

Both of them stayed at their spot, the low hum of the machines was suddenly deafening. Armin was clenching tightly on the end of his shirt, the image of a wounded Levi suddenly coming back to him. 

He remembered being in shock when they saw Levi all bandaged up after they met up with Hanji. 

He remembered Levi insistence on the ship as he forced himself out of his room. 

He remembered Levi struggling with his ODM gear because he lost two of his fingers.

He remembered the despair after they lost Hanji. 

He remembered…

Armin felt a knot in his stomach suddenly, his heart started racing and he felt himself having difficulty breathing. Sasha noticed that as his body started shaking.

“Armin, it’s okay.” She squatted beside the wheelchair and whispered as she took Armin’s hand in hers, rubbing small soothing circles with her thumb. “You’re safe, we’re not fighting a war anymore. Breathe with me, please.”

Armin followed Sasha’s lead, focusing on the rhythm of her breathing. He found himself being able to breathe again as his body stopped shaking. He could feel his heart rate slowed and once he’s calm, he turned to look at Sasha with tears in his eyes.

“Thank you, Sasha.” Armin forced out a smile.

“It’s okay, I’m here for you.” She returned it with a more genuine one. “Do you want to go back and tell me what did you see?”

He took a glance at Levi’s and Mikasa’s unconscious form and felt another knot in his stomach. But before he could let it take over him again, he looked away and back at Sasha.

“Maybe it’s best if we leave tonight.” Armin muttered weakly. “At least we know they did not get worse.”

Sasha nodded and tried to stand up. But like what the doctor had advised them, she was still weak and squatting down for a while made her a little giddy. She felt herself losing balance but a pair of arms caught her just in time before she fell.

“This is why the doctor told you guys to not move about.”

CONTINUE READING ON AO3

#the fourth crime unit #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #eremika #levihan #jeansasha #levi ackerman #hanji zoe #eren yeager #mikasa ackerman #armin arlert #jean krischtein #connie springer #sasha braus #fanfic #fanfiction #alternate universe #jean x sasha #read on ao3

[papakhan]

🌾 🌲 for Sasha??? :D

🌾 Describe your OC through the eyes of someone absolutely head-over-heels in love with them

It was hard to deny, but Sasha was a handsome man, even now. He sat on the edge of Manny's bed, ignoring the man still in it, as he ran his fingers through his hair. Beautiful hair that most in the wasteland would kill for, as thick and soft and long as it was. Well cared for to the point of pride, he'd washed it the night he'd arrived to Novac. Not many Khans wasted water washing their hair.

Manny watched him quietly, haloed by the setting sun filtering in through his apartment windows. Even after all this time he remembered Sasha's soft cheeks and a broad nose set in brown sun-kissed skin, with eyes the colour of warm charcoal. He remembered his soft lips and his smooth voice and his lopsided smile. All of him as if it were only yesterday when they were both so in love. Two stupid teenagers running around Vegas as if they owned it.

But they weren't teenagers anymore, and their high of Vegas was more than ten years ago now. Things had changed, Manny had felt himself age. He felt that he'd lived too many lifetimes already. Somehow Sasha had held onto that youth better than Manny had. Or maybe, that's just what he represented in Manny's head. Joy and freedom, love and light.

Forever young, like a burning star. Like his rough charm, the way he'd kiss the back of your hand before hauling you onto the back of his bike, would never fail to make Manny's stomach flutter.

🌲 How deeply does your OC feel? Are they typically empathetic or do they have a hard time connecting with others in this way? What are they like when offering support and comfort to someone they care for?

Sasha’s empathy is something that grows and changes as he developes through his story. At first he finds it quite difficult to empathise with other people, espically people he has been taught are “outsiders” but also with other people in his life like Regis. He can be quite thoughtless with his friends as well, even if he does pick up on how they’re feeling it doesn’t mean that he’s going to consider them.

Part of his story in Growing Up Khan is learning that he and Manny Vargas--and by extention the people of Vegas--aren’t so different from himself. That’s a lesson he takes to heart and applies to almost everyone he meets. It doesn’t stop him from being occasionally callous towards people, but he believes you have to be a little rough to survive in the wasteland.

His ability to support other people grows along side his diplomatic skill and really comes to a head in situations where the Khans team up with the Followers, which is where his balance act really shines.

On a smaller scale though, Sasha’s a good friend to have if you ever need comforting. At least when he’s a little older lol

#i guess im in a writing mood lmaoo #thank you for the ask!! #manny vargas #txt #oc tag: sasha

[shingekinohyrulewrites]

The Printers Smell Fear, You Know

Based on the prompt "I have to print my paper before class, you're trying to fix the printer jam while I freak out."

Or

You have thirteen minutes to print out a paper or you'll fail out of university. A mysterious, handsome brunette comes to save the day. And then he dips.

Read first chapter on AO3 here

Read previous chapter on AO3 here

It was currently Friday night, and you were curled up on your couch scrolling through the Netflix catalog. Hitch was out with her British boy toy, assuring you that there was no need for you to wait up for her, which meant she planned on spending the night with him. Sasha and Connie always had date night on Fridays, so making plans with her was out of the question.

After class, you changed into your comfy clothes, a ratty old T shirt and a pair of track shorts before ordering some takeout and settling onto the couch. While you waited for your food to come, you began scrolling through the movies, hoping to find something mindless to watch while you ate and eventually drifted off to sleep.

A series of knocks had you jumping up, and you smiled upon knowing your food was finally here. Grabbing the tip from the coffeetable, you opened the door, mouth parting as you began to thank your delivery guy.

Your mouth immediately shut.

Eren was standing at the door, eyes raking over your figure before giving you a small smile.

“Hi. Sorry that I’m here unannounced.”

You blinked up at him. Even though the two of you had been texting daily, you had yet to tell him which dorm you were staying in. The two of you often met up in between classes, catching up quickly before rushing off to your next class. Eren must have read your mind because he reached up to rub the back of his head awkwardly.

“Er, Hitch and Sasha both texted me saying that you were here alone and to come check on you.”

I am going to strangle them.

“Oh, sure, come in. Make yourself at home.”

You stepped aside, allowing him to enter your dorm. Glancing down the hallway, you saw your delivery guy approaching, raising the bag as he greeted you. Smiling, you jogged to meet him halfway before tipping him and retreating back to your dorm.

“If I would have known you were coming I would have ordered you food,” you frowned.

Eren shook his head. “No worries. I stopped to eat before coming here.”

You settled onto the couch, placing your food down before searching through Netflix again. Deciding on some B list horror movie, you hit play and picked up your food. It was silent while you ate, occasionally making a comment to Eren about a character or some lame line. When you finished your meal, you leaned against him, resting your head on his shoulder while he wrapped a strong arm around you.

Halfway through the movie, a sudden jumpscare had you jerking up, instinctively hiding your face behind Eren’s shoulder. Chuckling, he pulled you closer to him, rubbing your back soothingly while pressing a kiss to the top of your head. You relaxed into his touch, inhaling the familiar scent that was wholly him. He smelled like aftershave and pine mixed together, a combination that was oddly sweet.

After calming down, you lifted your head and continued watching the movie. Unbeknownst to you, Eren’s attention was on you, eyes glimmering in the dim light as he admired your features. He was still in disbelief that he had found you and that the two of you were hitting it off. The hand wrapped around your waist began lightly stroking you, fingers slowly making their way towards your hips.

Ever since you had opened the door, Eren felt like his skin was on fire. His eyes had stayed fixated on your legs, admiring them and the way your track shorts fit your ass and hips so perfectly. He was slightly ashamed to admit that he had been jerking off to the thought of you nearly every night, looking forward to when he would finally be able to touch your skin and taste you. Your focus was on the movie as he inserted his fingers into the waistband of your shorts, tugging at them gently.

The sudden movement had you jerking your head towards him, eyes wide and cheeks flushed. He took in your surprised expression, lips twitching as he tried hard not to smile. You just looked so damn adorable. Instead, he leaned in slightly until your noses were inches away.

“Can I take off your shorts?” he whispered.

You nodded, lifting your hips to help him remove them. Instinctively you leaned back, eyes staying fixated on him in the dark room. He threw your shorts onto the floor before kneeling and leaning over you. His lips were quickly on yours, hands running down your sides before one settled on your breast and the other tangled in your hair. A low moan left your lips as he squeezed your nipple, kneading it between his long fingers. His hand shifted to the bottom of your tattered shirt, lifting it over your head and tossing it to the floor. He quickly fumbled with his own, tugging it over his head and adding it to the discarded collection.

Even in the dark, you could tell that Eren was built. His years of playing soccer led to him having broad shoulders, delicious abs, and bulging biceps. One of your hands reached up to trail the muscle, starting at his shoulders before slowly making your way down. Your hands caught onto his pants, fumbling with the button and zipper before yanking them down. His erection was obvious in his boxers, and your eyes widened at the size of it.

Eren leaned down quickly, capturing you in a fiery kiss. His tongue swiped out to enter your mouth, darting about to taste every inch of it. You bit his bottom lip, pulling on it gently in an effort to pull him closer to you. Groaning, he pulled his head back, panting lightly as he stared at you with half-lidded eyes.

“Fuck, if you don’t stop I won’t be able to hold back,” he muttered.

Laughing, you looked him dead in the eyes as you said, “What if I don’t want you to?”

His eyes widened for a fraction of a second before a smirk tugged at his lips. He reached down to slide your panties before removing his boxers. In the light of the television, you took the time to admire his cock. You were right about the size just from the bulge, with it hanging heavily between his legs, a neat patch of dark hair at the base. One of his hands reached down to pump himself as he nudged you back down, spreading your legs with his knees.

“I’ll take it nice and slow, baby. Tell me if it hurts, okay?”

Eren lowered his body until his chest was right above yours, pressing sloppy, open-mouth kisses down your neck. One hand reached down to align himself with you, pressing the tip in gently before pushing his hips forward. It had been a while since you had been laid, and the stretch was a reminder of that. He slowly pushed in, biting down on your neck as he inched himself in. You lifted your legs, tucking your feet behind him as your legs caged him in between you. When he was inside you fully, hips flush against yours, he let out a shaky breath.

“You feel so good Princess, it was like your pussy was meant for me.”

His dirty words had you moaning, cunt clenching around him. Upon feeling it, his hips jerked forward, and he pressed his forehead against yours in an effort to steady himself.

“Hurry up and fuck me, Eren,” you whispered.

His hips jerked back, pulling out until just the tip was in before slamming into you. The impact had you moving higher on the couch, hands scrambling to grab on to anything near you. His thrusts were slow, mouth still on your neck as your hands moved down to grab onto his ass. Despite how slow he was going, he thrusted into you with such force you felt jolts rush up your spine.

There was so much intimacy, and you realized he wasn’t fucking you, he was making love. His thrusts stayed slow, mouth trailing up your neck and along your jaw until he met your mouth again. One of his hands reached up to cup your face, the other searching for your hand to interlace your fingers together.

His thrusts began to pick up, becoming sharper as his hips rammed into yours. The couch creaked under you, mouth opening as you panted and moaned his name out. Your hands remained interlaced, squeezing his as he picked up the pace until he was thrusting into you hard. Tumbles of his name and cries filled your dorm, the sound of skin slapping skin and the lewd sounds of your squelching echoing throughout the room.

“God, I never want to fuck anyone else,” Eren panted, fingers tightening around yours.

You nodded frantically, your orgasm building as his thrusts lost rhythm and he began sputtering into you. With a loud wail of his name you came, hand gripping tightly onto his as you let go. He came right after, your name coming out as a low groan as his hips came to a stop, spilling himself into you.

Thank God for birth control.

He collapsed onto you, face settling into the crook of your neck as he tried to catch his breath. You ran your fingers through his long locks, massaging his scalp before dragging your fingers gently through his soft hair. For a moment, you thought he had fallen asleep before he pulled away, gently removing himself from you. Whining at the empty feeling, you peered up at him with a relaxed expression.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for that,” he admitted sheepishly.

Giggling, you pulled him back down to press a kiss to him.

“Me too.”

#shingeki no kyojin #shingeki no kyoujin imagine #attack on titan #attack on titan imagine #eren jaeger #eren yaeger #eren jaeger imagines #eren yaeger imagine #eren jaeger x reader #college au

[dreams-of-cerulean]

> The stars are shining amidst the clear skies - like little lights painted on a dark canvas. You glance over at your companion who had been drunkenly ranting in the fields for the past ten minutes. She’d been this beaten meek thing when they first stepped out - and now she’s screaming and cussing like a sailor.

> At least you’re assuming she’s cussing now; she switched languages a couple minutes back. And you’re pretty sure you counted at least three in your struggle to understand. Yelling, screaming, violent gestures, and even the occasional flip of the bird - things you would’ve never associated with Sasha before. 

> Normally you’d agree that anger is better than frank depression, but in this case she’s only getting more and more worked up. But you’re not sure on what to do except to let her rage burn out.

> Though...you’re pretty sure there were clouds in the sky that weren’t there befo-

“Why you?” 

> You turn towards Sasha again, who is staring right at you. The anger she previously showed was no longer there, instead replaced by resignation. Her brown eyes lock onto yours. 

“...What are you talking about?”

> Hesitation. The same one that kept appearing on Sasha’s face. It’s clear she didn’t want to explain, but at the same time, you knew it was something she needed to say. At this point, you knew that you’re really not going to like her answer. 

“When you fell in the Grotto... the Goddess. The will of the Goddess made itself known.”

> She paused and closed her eyes, a choked sob escaping her lips. Her hands wiped her eyes. 

“She wanted to save you. Even...if every one of us were to die.” 

"...What?”

> Sasha continued on despite your interjection - like a dam that’s finally been opened. She stares into the cloudy skies as if looking for answers. 

"I never questioned it. Because I didn’t want you to die... But now I can’t help but wonder - why you?”

> Her voice trails off as she rubs her eyes, choked sobs escaping her mouth. 

“You don’t even believe in the Goddess. Not like we do. So why...why is she willing to sacrifice all of us for you?”

> You wince at her near accusation. You wanted to yell that you never want their help... but that would spit on the goodwill of every single person that died. And ungratefulness was not you. You survived because of everyone’s sacrifice - that won’t change no matter how much you hated that fact. But you don’t have to like it. 

> It takes a force of will that you didn’t know you had, but you manage to keep the anger and indignation down.  

“...I’m sorry.”

> Sasha surprises you by shaking her head.

“It’s not your fault; it’s our Goddess. But...I still can’t...I can’t understand why She’d do this.”

> Her hands tremble reaching her face. She chuckles quietly - a broken sounding thing. And the thought that you’re even remotely responsible for that painful sound makes you nauseous inside. 

> Sasha turns around to face the forest as if unable to bear looking at you. Her head turns towards the darkened skies.

“I just...I just. I don’t... I’ve never belonged anywhere. I thought I found my place, but...almost everyone I know is gone. Because of me."

> You can feel the hairs on your skin rise - a sudden bad feeling gripping your heart - and you step forward and open your mouth to deny her claim. 

“And now I can no longer believe in Her.”

> Your step forward turns into a straight run as you suddenly had a bad premonition. One that’s confirmed as strands of Sasha’s blonde hair rose one by one. 

“Sasha-”   

“What good am I?!”

> The sky rumbled. You know what’s going to happen. But you still rush in anyway.

> Because she’s your best friend. 

“What’s the point of me existing in this world?!”

“STO-”

> A flash. 

#offline::Levant #longpost ;;