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Web of Shadow and Light (Part III)

Sequel to Webs of Fate

Miguel O'Hara x SpiderSun Reader

words: 5.2 K

warnings: secret pregnancy trope, swearing, angst, heartbreak, grumpy/sunshine

Part I Part II Part III

The Spider-HQ echo with an unsettling symphony - a child's piercing cries and the hushed whispers of concern from some of the multiverse's bravest Spider heroes. They stand clustered around the smallest yet most powerful disturbance they've ever encountered - a baby boy. His wails have been echoing through the HQ since Miguel left the room, leaving the baby and dozens of Spider-man behind. Each cry is a call for help that pulls at their hearts, demanding attention, challenging their patience.

After much deliberation and coaxing from the rest, Miguel gave his team an ultimatum - they have until dawn to find an alternative solution, before Gabriel has to be eliminated, before the universe collapses on itself. His voice was a cold whisper when he spoke, "Figure out another way by tomorrow morning, or..." Nobody dares to complete the sentence, not even Miguel, the unsaid words hanging heavily in the air. And with that Miguel was gone, and the baby immediately started wailing and hasn’t stopped since.

Now Gwen, with her brows knitted in worry, rocks the baby with desperate gentleness. Her blue eyes are bright with unshed tears, a look of sheer helplessness painting her usually confident face. Beside her Peter B. is attempting to cheer Gabriel up but his efforts as pointless as they are endearing. The usually funny and charming Peter B seems to be losing a battle of wits with a one-year-old. It would've been humorous, had the situation been any different.

The sight of the little baby boy weeping his heart out, oblivious to the chaos his presence is causing tugs at their hearts, binding them in a collective resolution - they must protect this child. The shadows and the light, entwined in this web they’ve all been thrown into. And the clock is ticking.

Hobie scoops up the little boy, cradling him close in an attempt to soothe his relentless tears. "See, the cow says muhhhhh," he coos. His tiny cries falter, curiosity momentarily replacing distress. He gazes at Hobie with wide eyes, intrigued by the cool looking man. "And the butterfly," Hobie pauses dramatically, "well, the butterfly don’t say nothin’." He continues his little game, while rocking the baby gently in his arms. "And the pig says-"

Miles chimes in with an eager grin, "Oink, Oink."

"Nah, bruv," Hobie laughs. “The pig says, ‘You have the right to remain silent!’”

Gabriel’s face scrunches up, and the waterworks start again. Hobie chuckles, "Fair enough, little fella. Cops make me wanna cry too."

Meanwhile Jessica Drew, clad in her black and white Spider-Woman outfit, her dark locks cascading around her shoulders, is leaning against the doorframe, half entering the room, her eyebrows raised. "Well? I assume he didn’t stop crying?“

Beside her Peter B. with his shaggy brown hair and five o’ clock beard just shakes his head.

“This is nuts. Nothing, and I mean NOTHING is working.“ Gwen states.

In the background, the cries of baby Gabriel cotinue, little fists flailing as he continued his tantrum. Jessica, arching an eyebrow, comments, “He’s still going at it?”

Hobie Brown, just gives her a quick nod. “Oh yeah, the kid has got a set of lungs.”

Suddenly, Pavitr Prabhakar, yelps as a makeshift toy, made out of wood and spiderwebs, hit him square in the forehead. "Ow! And one hell of arm throw."

Methodically, Jessica starts running through a mental checklist. “Diaper?”

Peter B. Parker nods. “Clean.”

“Food?” Jessica glances at Miles who holds a baby food jar and a bent spoon.

Miles, in his black and red suit, shrugs. “Kept smacking the spoon out my hand.”

“Nap?” Jessica's questions further.

The entire room answer in unison, clearly frustrated “Literally the first thing we tried.”

Pavitr smirkes at them. “Jinx.” But his joke is short-lived as Gabriels screams become even louder.

Gwen, then takes charge, “Ok, we have to do something,” her eyes flicking around the room with determination. She points to Jess, “You have to talk to Miguel. You’ve been around him the longest, maybe you can get through to him.”

Jess looks hesitant but nods.

“And Peter,” Gwen turns to Peter B who’s still juggling items in his hands, to entertain the baby and stop his crying. “Get Mayday’s toys. Maybe the baby’s just bored.”

Peter gives a thumbs up. “You got it, boss.”

“And Pav, Hobie,” Gwen instructs, her voice steady. “You need to rally the other Spider-people. We need everyone on board to protect this little guy.”

“Margo, you’re with me, girl. We are paying our old friend Lyla a little surprise visit. Something’s a little fishy with her.” Margo nods eagerly.

As everyone scatters into action, Miles stands there, looking slightly lost and raising his hands. "Hey, guys, you forgot about me! What am I supposed to do? How can I help?" he calls out to the rapidly moving group.

Pav whirls around and points at Miles, "You, take care of the little guy, newbie," he says, as Hobie thrusts the still crying baby into Miles' arms.

"Great," Miles grumbles, balancing Gabriel on his hip and looking down at the squirming bundle of tears.

He starts to bounce up and down gently, trying to imitate what he's seen in movies. The baby continues to cry, unfazed by Miles' efforts.

“Alright buddy, let’s figure this out together. I can swing through New York, so how hard can babysitting be?” Miles whispers to the baby.

Hours drag on and Gabriel's relentless cries continue to echo through the HQ. Despite his earnest attempts, Miles, armed with only his spider powers and limited babysitting experience, is unsuccessful in calming the baby. He’s tried everything he can think of – makinf funny faces, telling funny stories in a soothing tone, gently swinging him back and forth with his web-slinging skills, and even humming a little tune (it was Humble by Kendrick Lamar, but the thought counts, right?). At one point, he even tried to entertain the baby by creating animals out of webbing, but that didn’t work either. The baby is relentless, and his cries only seem to get louder.

In the meantime in Miguel’s office, the echoing cries penetrate through the walls. Migel is sitting behind his desk looking at some documents, while Jess stands in front of him.

“Please, Miguel, it’s a baby boy. How did you imagine doing this, huh?” Jess exclaims, her voice rising. “Did you plan to build some sort of machine to just vaporize him? Or did you think of strangling him with your own bare hands? I know you’re not a monster.” But Miguel's face remains stoic, his eyes never leaving the papers on his desk.

“And look,” Jess continues, pointing vaguely in the direction of where the baby’s cries are coming from, “this baby is already older, and nothing has collapsed yet. The universe is still here.”

“I can’t risk any more lives, Jess,”Miguel responds coldly, finally looking up at her.

“But what if there is another way? We haven’t even tried everything. We have brilliant minds here. Let’s...let’s figure something out that doesn’t involve.. that,” Jess pleads, her voice softening.

Miguel looks at her for a long moment but his expression remains unreadable. The cries of the baby continue to fill the air.

Jess then turns her gaze towards Lyla, , who is stationed nearby, her holographic interface flickering with data. “Lyla, what are the kid’s powers? Run a genetics test, a DNA test. We need something to work with.”

Lyla’s synthetic voice answers in an eerily calm tone, "I have already processed the genetic information, Jessica. Thanks very much, genius. As per my findings, the child’s power attributes remain undefined. In regards to the DNA test..."

Lyla hesitates just a fraction of a second, but enough for Miguel to notice. It's an unexpected response from an AI that's programmed to be efficient and direct. A strange tingle rises within him but he pushes it aside, refocusing on the matter at hand.

“is inconclusive.” Jess squints at Lyla. “Inconclusive? What do you mean? Is he an anomaly or not?”

“He’s an anomaly, certainly. However, the DNA analysis is...complicated,” Lyla maintains her composed tone. “Complicated how?” Jess presses on. “Just...unfamiliar and intermingled genetic markers,” Lyla responds vaguely. “The child is an enigma.”

"Miguel, please" she continues, turning back to Miguel, clearly frustrated with Lyla's vague responses that are not helping her case. Her tone is still serious, "this isn't some variation of a monster, this is a baby."

For a moment, Miguel’s gaze flickers, his usual icy aura briefly wavering. "It doesn't matter," he finally grunts, closing his eyes as if to physically shut out the argument. Jessica's voice turns unexpectedly brittle. "I didn't join the Society to kill innocent kids."

Miguel clenches his jaw hard. "We do what we have to do for the greater good. No exceptions." Jessica takes a deep breath, her next words coming out almost in a whisper. "What if there was my Gerald or a version of your-" she begins, but is quickly cut off.

"DON’T. Don't even go there, Jessica" Miguel growls, his hand forming into a tight fist. "And why the hell is it still crying?"

Jessica's gaze softens slightly. "That child, that little boy, probably misses his parents. Parents who are going through hell right now, searching for their baby." Miguel's fist tightens further, a spark of something, maybe regret, guilt, flashing in his eyes. Jessica presses on trying one last time to convince him. "He was found in 586, right? Maybe we can reconnect with Su-"

"No," Miguel interrupts sharply, his voice a final command. “Until tomorrow morning, Jess,” he finally says in a low voice, putting an end to Jess’ outburst. “That’s all. You can leave now.”

There’s a heavy silence, where the only sound is Gabriel’s distant crying.

Jessica looks at Miguel, her gaze piercing. "Think about what you’re doing, Miguel," she whispers and leaves the room, closing the door softly behind her.

In the heart of the HQ, Margo sifts through the labyrinth of Lyla's concealed data. She uncovers a file that captures her attention – the baby's DNA results. "There you are," she mutters to herself, an air of triumph in her voice. As she opens the file, her eyes widen in disbelief, "Oh no…“

"What is it, Margo?" Gwen asks making her way over to Margo.

Margo's voice trembles slightly. "So, while looking through the hidden data, I found the baby's... there was a parental match."

Gwen's heart skips a beat. “I knew something was was off with Lyla. Of course she knows more. Well, who are the little guy's parents?"

Margo hesitates, then blurts out, "Miguel and Sunny."

Gwen stops dead in her tracks, her mind reeling. "I'm sorry, can you repeat that?"

"The baby's mother is Sunny, and the father is Miguel," Margo reiterates, her voice steady.

Gwen eyes widen. "But... are you sure? I know Sunny's baby. I was there when baby Gabriel was born!“

"Yes, I'm sure. There were two parental matches for the baby in the spider DNA logs:Sun Spider and Spider-Man 2099. When was the last time you saw the baby, Gwen? Babies change quickly at that age." Margo confirms.

"Miguel and Sunny? That's not possible... how have we never noticed that there's something going on between those two?" Gwen's mind whirls with confusion.

"Oh, I noticed," Margo's voice holds a hint of smugness, "The way he was sneaking into her room at night? And the way he looked at her every time she set foot in a room, like a lovesick puppy. It was adorable. Wait, nobody else noticed?"

Gwen splutters, taken aback, "What? No, I... well, he's all 'we need to sacrifice ourselves to protect the multiverse. No more traveling for fun'" she imitates Miguel's voice with a teasing lilt, then she adds, "And Sunnys is literally the personification of a warm embrace."

Gwen's mind whirls but she continues, “ Woah, okay lets focus on the important part. I mean, I knew something was wrong with Lyla, but why... why would she do that?"

"There's more, Gwen," Margo says, her voice shaking slightly. "I found another thing in her data. It's... it's about how she's processing information."

Gwen frowns, "What do you mean?"

Margo takes a deep breath before explaining, "In simple terms, Lyla's been teaching herself new things. She's changing, growing beyond her original programming. Her code is self-evolving."

"And the data about the baby?" Gwen asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

Margo sighs, "She's been... twisting it, making the baby seem more dangerous than it actually is."

Gwen's mind reels with this new information, the world around her seeming to tilt. "But why?" she finally manages to ask. "Why would Lyla do this?"

"I don't know, Gwen," Margo admits. "But we need to find out and warn Miguel. And soon."

Meanwhile in Miguels office, the wailing becomes louder, almost as if piercing through the walls, trying to reach something, or someone. Miguel's face betrays his discomfort, as if the cries are tugging at his walls around his heart. There's a weight on his chest, something unidentifiable that makes it hard to breathe.

Suddenly Lyla’s holographic interface hums. She begins to show the outline various strategies for eliminating the child. Her voice, analtytic but almost cheerful, fills the room. “So, we could create a temporal displacement field, effectively erasing the child from existence. Or perhaps expose him to a slow-acting molecular destabilizer..."

"Based on the trial," she continues unfazed by Miguel’s lack of response. "the device should work as intended, wiping out any of its DNA and trace. Be like the anomaly never existed." There's a hint of satisfaction in her words.

Miguel, until now staring blankly at the wall, finally turns towards Lyla, his complexion pale and his eyes wide.

His insides twist painfully, the mere idea of bringing harm to this innocent child becoming now unbearable.

“Stop,” Miguel chokes out.

“Apologies, Miguel. We must consider all options for preserving the multiverse. You out of all people should know that,”Lyla retorts.

But something within Miguel snaps. His ice-cold distant facade crumbles. Rising abruptly, his chair clatters loudly onto the floor.

Without saying another word, he strides out of his office. “Miguel? Are you listening? Where are you going?” Lyla calls after him, but her words are unanswered in the empty room.

Walking down the hallway, Miguel slows down as he passes the room where the infant's cries come from. He pauses when he hears Miles' pleas inside.

“Little dude, if you stop crying promise I’ll get you some cool kicks. Maybe some baby Jordans? Please, please just stop crying,” Miles pleads, his voice sounding desperate and utterly exhausted.

After a moment hesitation, Miguel pushes open the door and steps into the room. His gaze, sterner than ever, as he takes in the scene: Miles looking near defeat, his energy spent trying to soothe the wailing child, his spider suit rumpled and hair disheveled.

"Enough," Miguel comms sharply.

Miles looks up from where he's been pacing with the baby, his eyes wide like he's just been caught stealing cookies from a jar. “You,” Miguel points at Miles, who is holding the still-crying baby. His voice booms with authority. “Put him down”

Miles, slightly dumbfounded, obeys and carefully lays the child down on his makeshift bed. “I need you to return to Earth 586. Get some of his belongings - toys, blankets, anything you can find," he orders, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"But Miguel--" Miles startsbut gets cut off immediately.

"Now," he says, his red eyes flashing dangerously. Miles opens the portal hastily and disspears to your universe.

The crying has subsided to whimpers, and Miguel finds himself kneeling next to the little one, who reaches out for him. As if on autopilot, Miguel’s hands scoop him up abruptly from the bed.

"Quiet, niño. "Miguel growls at him with a low and threatening tone. "I could just... do it right now." His irritation gets the better of him, and he bares his fangs at the little one. This sight shocks Gabriel into silence for a moment, his big, teary eyes widening at the sight.

But then, to Miguel's surprise, the baby breaks into a fit of giggles, the sound infectious and joyous.

Gabriel suddenly mimics Miguel, baring his own little teeth – two tiny milk teeth and the beginnings of baby fangs peeking from his gums, causing Miguel to stiffen in shock.

Caught off guard Miguel's hold slips and Gabriel lands back on the web-shaped bed with a bounce. The baby's laughter ends abruptly and is replaced once more with tears and cries.

Still in shock, Miguel stumbles back a step, but Gabriel's cries soon pull him back into the present. With a sigh, he picks up the little boy yet again andGabriel immediately snuggles into the crook of Miguel’s neck, his tiny arms winding tightly around his throat. Miguel swallows hard, unsure of what to do next.

Then, almost instinctively, he starts to hum a tune he thought he'd long forgotten. "Tú eres mi sol de la mañana, el sol que brilla..." His voice is barely audible, the words shaky. Gabriel's little body relaxes against him, a content sigh escaping his lips followed by a quiet yawn. He nuzzles closer to Miguel, his tiny breaths falling into sync with the rhythm of the song. "...alegra todo, mi corazón," Miguel coninues softly, his mind flooding with memories. He sees a bright, lively girl with the same curious eyes as the boy in his arms.

"Daddy," Gabriella asks, her large eyes bright with curiosity as she looks up at him, "why do you call me your morning sun? I'm not yellow."

Miguel chuckles at her innocence, his fingers gently tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear. He cradles her against his chest, looking into those eyes so full of wonder. "No, mija" he replies, his voice soft with affection "you're not yellow but you are my sunshine."

"But why?" She wrinkles her little nose, her childish curiosity making Miguel's heart fill up with love.

"Because, mijita," he begins, pressing a gentle kiss to her temple, "just like the sun, you light up my world. You chase away the darkness with your laughter and your love. You are warmth, you are joy, and just like the morning sun, you are a new beginning, a promise of a brighter day."

Gabriella blinks up at him, her lips curving into a small, and she hides her smile in the crook of his neck. "I like that, Papi," she whispers, "Sing the song again, please?"

“brilla, conmigo, brilla que brilla, alegrandome esta cancion. Tu eres mi sol de la manana…“

Eyes closed, Miguel draws Gabriel unconsciously closer, his heart full, and for the first time he’s feeling a sense of contentment he hasn't experienced in years.

The moment is shattered by the sound of a throat being cleared, pulling him abruptly out of his peaceful trance.

Peter B is standing in the doorway, arms loaded with various dolls. "Wow, he's finally asleep," he remarks, looking between Miguel and the now sleeping Gabriel with a relieved smile. "I was starting to think that was impossible."

Without responding, or even sparing a glance in Peter's direction, Miguel turns away from the door and heads to the bed. He gently places the sleeping toddler down, pulling a small blanket over him. Once he's confident that Gabriel is settled, Miguel quietly leaves the room, his demeanor as frosty and aloof as ever, making no acknowledgment of Peter's presence.

Peter B is quick on his feet, rushing after Miguel. "I brought him toys from Mayday," he blurts out. "She won't miss them. She's not too good at sharing, but I guess she won’t mind in this case."

Miguel continues his stride, not giving Peter so much as a backward glance. "Que maravilla," he mutters under his breath, his tone dripping with sarcasm. Ignoring the dismissal, Peter B. reaches out and places a hand on Miguel's arm, stopping him in his tracks. Miguel raises an eyebrow and glances back at him half-heartedly, clearly not interested in a conversation.

Peter takes a moment, his gaze intensifying. "Hey, boss," he begins, his voice shaky yet determined. "We can't let anything happen to this boy, right?"

At Peter's words, Miguel closes his eyes and takes a deep, steadying breath.

Back on Earth 586, you're in the throes of a meltdown. Your little boy, Gabriel, is nowhere to be found. You've scoured the whole city of Nea Yorkey, every nook and cranny you can think of, but there's no trace of him anywhere. Desperation gnaws at your insides, and fury bubbles up, hot and fierce. Your mind is in turmoil, swirling with anger and fear, clouding your ability to think straight. One thing is crystal clear though: whoever dared to touch your child will pay dearly for their actions.

You're frantically trying to find a way to contact anyone from the Spider Society, while simultaneously considering every possible avenue to traverse the multiverse yourself. Alchemax - the multinational conglomerate known for its cutting-edge research and technological advancements - seems to be your only hope. As you're about to make your way there, a sound from Gabriel's room stops you in your tracks.

Your Spider senses, already on high alert due to the unexpected circumstances, seem to kick into overdrive. Every instinct within you screams that something is about to happen. Your heart pounds in your chest like a wild drum as you slowly approach the room.

Meanwhile, in Gabriel's room, Miles is having his own share of troubles. In his haste, he stumbles over a toy car that starts making an assortment of noises and brightly lit animations. "Ah, this stupid toy!" he curses under his breath.

A thought suddenly crosses his mind and he wonders aloud, "Wait, does he need a blanket?" Just as he's about to reach for a small bunny stuffed animal that lay discarded on the floor, an intense blast of sonic energy sweeps across the room.

Caught by surprise, Miles finds himself flung across the room, his back hitting the wall with a thud. Before he can even let out a gasp, a spider web shoots out, pinning him securely against the wall. There he hangs, suspended, his eyes wide with shock and confusion. His breath comes in shallow gasps as he attempts to comprehend what just happened. Well its safe to say he didn’t saw that coming.

Miles, still stuck against the wall, manages to blurt out, "Who are you?"

"Who am I?" you echo, incredulity lacing your tone. "You break into my son's room and ask me whoI am?"

Your mind races as Miles stammers, "Wait, your son's room? Wait, are you...are you a Spider-person aswell?"

Ignoring his question, you stride towards him, an aura of threat radiating off you. "Stop talking!" you command, "I ask the questions!" In your hand, a ball of solar energy forms, crackling with power and casting a glow across the room.

"Why are you here? Where is my son?" The words are more of a growl than a question, the motherly instincts in you sending waves of danger rippling across the room. "Your son is okay, please don't hurt me!" Miles pleads with a shaky fear laced voice.

Squirmy and visibly frightened, Miles stammers out his confession, "We-we took him...it was our mission... He's an anomaly...we needed to get him out of this universe, send him to his own, so it wouldn’t collapse and interfere with the multiverse...but he doesn't have one, and I'm so sorry..."

His voice dwindles to a murmur, words tumbling over one another in his haste. Amidst his ramblings, your icy inquiry slices through like a blade, "Who instructed you?"

A sharp wince contorts his face, betraying his fear. "Our boss..." he starts, his voice barely above a whisper, "Miguel... Miguel O'Hara."

The energy in your hand dissipates, leaving only shock in its place. It's almost too much to take in - the idea that Miguel, your Miguel, could have done something like this. "He's okay, we... we didn't know he was the son of a Spider-woman. I'm Miles Morales, by the way." he introduces himself, attempting to inject some normalcy into the situation.

"I'm Spider-Sun," you respond automatically, your voice sounding distant to your own ears.

"Wait … you?" Miles' eyes widen in recognition. "You're Sunny?" When you give a numb nod in response, he continues, "You look more like 'Stormy' if you ask me." Your gaze snaps to Miles, the intensity of your death glare immediately silencing his attempt at humour. "Sorry, sorry," he stammers, raising his hands in surrender. "I just...I've heard Gwen and Peter talk about you."

"They never stop talking about you," Miles continues, trying to regain his composure. "They always say you have such a radiant personality and how much they miss you. They take care of your son, don’t worry. Hes safe for now.”

"What do you mean he's safe 'for now'?" you cut him off abruptly, your voice cold and hard. Miles gulps nervously before responding.

"Eh...we have until morning to find a solution for this...anomaly," he stammers. You interrupt him, seething with a fury that makes him cringe. "My son's name is Gabriel. He is not an 'anomaly'," you spit out the words like they are poison, hating the way they make your sweet little boy sound like some kind of mistake.

"Eh, yes, for Gabriel," Miles corrects hastily, "because, eh... if we don't find an alternative, they need to, eh...eliminate..." He trails off, speaking so quickly and softly that you almost don't catch his last word.

"ELIMINATE?????" You scream and for a split second, Miles is sure he sees your eyes blaze with a terrifying, luminating light.

"We can stop them. We can talk to them and say it's your son," Miles says quickly, desperately hoping to calm you.

"I don't talk. Bring me to my son," you demand. Without wasting another moment, you order him to open the portal. "Y-yes, right away, Sunn... eh, Mrs. Sun, eh... Ma'am," he stammers, visibly trembling under your steely gaze.

It takes him two shaky attempts before he manages to successfully open the portal, his hands still unsteady from the encounter.

Back at the headquarters, Peter chases after Miguel into his office. "Boss, all I'm saying is, what if Lyla is wrong?"

Miguel is pinching the bridge of his nose, a deep sigh escaping his lips. The weight of the situation is quickly becoming too overwhelming and he feels himself teetering dangerously close to his breaking point.

Just at that moment, Gwen, Pav, Margo and Hobie burst into the office, their faces set withdetermination. "Miguel, there’s something you need to know. Please hear us out. Margo and I, we found something.Lyla is - ," Gwen starts but Miguel is quick to silence her with a raised hand.

Just as Miguel is about to speak, the lights flicker, casting an ominous glow throughout the room. Hobie looks around nervously. "Is that eh...normal?"

Peter quirks an eyebrow. "Did you forget to pay the electricity bill?"

The lights flicker even more violently, plunging the room into a dance of shadow and light.

With a violent burst, the door is flung open, and a brilliant surge of light blinds everyone. You stand in the doorway, an ethereal aura glowing around you.

"O'Hara!" Your voice thunders through the room, heavy with wrath and revenge. As Miguel turns around to face the source of the sound, a massive, lightning-tinged sonar blast slams directly into his chest. He's pushed backward, knocked off balance before he can brace himself for the attack. He tries to recoverr, to shift into defense mode but he doesn't get the chance. You're relentless, a solar goddess in human form, hurtling blast after blast at him. Miguel has no time to regain his stance, each attack landing with more force than the last.

Gwen makes to step forward, her instincts screaming at her to intervene, but Peter grabs her arm, pulling her back. "That's Sunny," he says, his voice a mixture of awe and concern. Hobie's eyes widen comically. He cocks his head, a smirk playing on his lips. "Our Sunny, eh? Blimey, I never knew she had it in her. That rebellious firecracker," he mutters, a distinct note of admiration creeping into his typically laid-back British drawl.

Miles bursts into the room, breathless and disheveled. He stumbles towards Gwen, his voice hurried and concerned, "I tried to stop her, but she was...she was furious. Woahhh, I've never seen Miguel get beaten like this before."

And he wasn't exaggerating. Miguel was fighting back, his fangs bared, his claws out and ready but he was no match for your rage-fueled attacks. You were right up in his face, delivering punch after punch at a brutal pace

"Where's my son, O’Hara? What have you done to him?" you demand, your voice cutting through the chaos like a blade.

At your words, Miguel's movements falter. His defense wavers, and he barely manages to gasp out, "Your son?" He doesn't dodge your next blow, doesn't attempt to shield himself or strike back. Instead, he allows you to continue.

Miguel is shocked. His reflexes kick in as he sees the next punch coming and he grabs your wrist, halting your next powerful punch aimed for his face. He locks eyes with you, his gaze holding an emotion you've never seen in him before. Is it fear? No, it's much deeper, more profound.

As he stares at you, your luminescent eyes gradually lose their fiery intensity, shifting back to their human form.

"I... I didn't know," Miguel stammers, his voice a trembling whisper. "Lo – lo siento. I – I didn’t know.”

His breaths are ragged, and you can see a war waging inside him.

"But...how?How didn’t I know?" His voice is choked, your wrist still securely in his grip. “Your son?” Miguel continues,his voice is barely above a whisper. His eyes search yours and all he sees is raw, untamed anger with an aching pain that pierces his soul.

“Yes, MY son!” your voice echoes through the room like a whip. “Did you think that you could just take him from me? That I wouldn't come for him?”

Miguel’s grip on your wrist loosens as he stumbles back. His heart feels like it’s about to explode as realization dawns on him. The dark curls, the small fangs the baby had bared at him –pieces of a puzzle start falling into place. His own blood runs cold.

“Where is he, Miguel? Where’s myGabriel?” your voice breaks as you say the name, and it feels like another punch to Miguel's gut.

“Gabr...” Miguel chokes. “No... no...”

His voice is barely audible, the air knocked out of him by the significance of the name. His knees buckle, and he falls on the floor. "NO."

“You, who I thought would protect any child, wanted to eliminate my – our – flesh and blood!” Tears, full of anger and hurt, stream down your face, but your voice doesn't waver one bit.

Miguel, still on the floor, looks up at you with tear-streaked cheeks. “I didn’t know. I swear on my life, on Gabriella’s memory. I-I wanted to do the right thing. I- I never, -Lo siento.”

There’s a moment of tense silence as you look down at the shattered man before you,the love of your life, the father of your child, who almost made the most horrifying, unforgivable mistake.

Just then, from another room, the faint sound of a baby's cries pierce through the heavy atmosphere. You abruptly yank your wrist out of his grasp and towards the door to leave.

Your heart clenches as you break into a run, following the pitiful cries. You don’t look back.

Miguel remains on his knees. He doenst follow you, he doesn’t dare to move, anchored by the crushing weight of what he's done, as the sounds of Gabriel's cries fade into the background.

"Gabriel," he whispers, the name escaping his lips like a vow. A promise of redemption. And with that single word, Miguel knows he'll move heaven and earth to protect his child.

Part 4 "Webs of Redemption"

Hello, you wonderful souls! I want to say a big thank you for your patience and kind words about this series. I really appreciate each of your sweet comments and messages – they mean so much to me. Thank you all for the insightful ideas and suggestions you contributed for part 3. I've incorporated as many of your concepts as I could because they're simply brilliant. I'm eager to hear more of your thoughts, criticisms, and proposals for part 4. I also want to give a special thanks to Jess, @wolfjessedragon . Her inspiration and amazing ideas were the driving force behind Part 3, and I couldn't have written it without her! love you guys, keep being awesome!

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His Late Night Thoughts About You

Pile 1

Knight Of Cups, 7 Of Cups, 5 Of Pentacles, 8 of cups

You make this man sweat. He writes and rewrites paragraphs, his pupils dilating every time a thought of you passes his mind. He wants all of you. He sees you as a dominant figure and wants you to take over.

He likes it when you play hard to get and you may both be into that.

He wants to worship you and write songs about your body.

He specifically thinks a lot about stealing kisses in inappropriate moments while caressing your neck and hair.

He really wants you to refuse him and let him chase you until you make him beg for your touch.

Pile 2

3 Of Cups, The Tower, Ace Of Cups, The World

Another simp for my pile 2 (we love seeing that here). This one might be a switch that wants to both dominate and be dominated psychologically.

He wants to hungrily kiss your neck and grab your hair. His kisses ravaging you and lighting up a flame in your core.

He loves stockings and your breasts, might be quite tall and he loves fantasizing about your facial expressions while you are having fun.

Legs on shoulders position might be his favourite and he is quite strong, even if he is not that muscular. A loving savage.

After the ravaging, lots of cuddles and kisses will follow along with pillow talk.

Pile 3

8 Of Cups, Knight Of Pentacles, The Empress, Knight Of Swords, 10 Of Wands, King Of Pentacles

"Are you lost baby girl?" but it's your towns sleazy cop. Kidding! This man is nothing but sleazy. Steadfast and serious he sees you as being leagues above him.

"I don't deserve her." He might say to friends and family. He is fantasizing of getting your attention and riding off to the sunset.

Well, riding is certainly involved in his fantasies. Sometimes they are not that sexual but involve more intimate contact.

He is thinking about riding a motorcycle with you and having you wrapping your hands around him. Cold weather making you shiver while he opens the door to let you in his apartment.

He has these wild fantasies about seducing you and then handcuffing you and making you submit. In a loving way though! This is a gentleman!

I feel like this one is taken aback by his fantasies over you. He seems pretty cool, calm and collected and you may not even believe these thoughts would cross his mind.

Let him slip through the door and you'll find out.

He wants to pick you up and kiss you and he is attracted to your curves. If you have lower back dimples he loves them and he also loves your hair up.

He is like "Come here baby I won't bite!" and loves it when you are your genuine, innocent self. Honestly? A kind, gentle "giant". This person seems stoic but they become a puddle of love when near you. Grumpy and sunshine.

Small note : They don't realize you do small gestures to seduce them but they get super turned on! As an example, touching his arm or burying your head on his chest or ruffling his hair.

Pile 4

7 Of Pentacles, The Hermit, The Hierophant, The Lovers

This person loves watching you from afar. Their fantasies involve them stalking you and watching you take your clothes off before taking a shower.

If you are into both men and women they would want to have you with multiple partners or have you worship them like others do. These are fantasies they will never talk about because they don't care about actualising them.

They might already be in a relationship but don't want to cheat on their partner. You are on their radar though.

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neroushalvaus · 5 months

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Tumblr in the 60s – Part 2

Part 1 / Deleted Scenes

💁🏼‍♀️brigittebardots Follow

anyone want to get fake married so i can get the pill to slut around

💋 marrymetwiggy Follow

Just say you have painful monthlies, I heard it works if you have a nice doctor!

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Remember you still should use the sheet whenever possible. Stay safe ♡

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♒ let-the-sunshine-in Follow

i think there's something wrong with me, i'm just so sleepy all the time, it's not fair

👭 marvelettesofficial Follow

That's because you spend all your nights listening to radio luxembourg

♒ let-the-sunshine-in Follow

i heard nothing last night so i built an antenna out of poultry net, iron wire and bits of tin. i cut my fingers and our family chickens ran away

☁️ ankin-vaimo Follow

A small price to pay for some music.

♒ let-the-sunshine-in Follow

the antenna fell apart before the german guy stopped talking

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🗣 ilovejohnlennon-deactivated19660729

me: chilling

my brain: if you were shot and weren't sure whether you'd live or die should you call the cops to make sure your murderer gets caught or call the ambulance to increase your chance of survival

me: what

🗣 elviskneesofficial-deactivated19631119

There should be a number that'd reach both of those

🕺 elvisherselvis Follow

That number already exists. It's been used in my city for like a two decades.

🏆 petebest-or-bust Follow

🕺 elvisherselvis Follow

Fuck you I'm British.

🪛 patrickwhoghton Follow

Oh my G, this post from -62 sounds so prophetic now that they're trying to make the 911 thing catch on, where's that jagger meme

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🕺 elvisherselvis Follow

This is literally not gift of prophecy. I told you back when this post was first made that this number has already existed in UK for years. It was obviously going to spread elsewhere, even US was bound to catch on at some point.

🏆 petebest-or-bust Follow

you are still here?? keeping an eye on this post??

💋 marrymetwiggy Follow

you're so grumpy @elvisherselvis maybe you should phone the emergency number and get a wahhh-mbulance

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my date: Oh I listen to folk as well!

me: That's so cool! Who are your favourites?

my date: I'm sooo into Bob Dylan.

me:

my date: Is everything okay?

me, stuffing jelly babies into my purse: I have to go, like, right now, immediately, sorry

#it's okay if you liked dylan before he became the judas he is #but you can't call yourself a folk fan if you still support him #ugghh i hate him #electric guitar using lil bitch #sigh #jelly baby meme #bob dylan critical // #anti bob dylan // #bob dylan hate //

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Cock and balls, I'm watching this previously banned american film where an american man is trying to fuck a soviet spy (played by famously very russian Greta Garbo) by offering her champagne and he is like "have you never had champagne?" and Greta is like "never 🥺 only goat's milk and a ration of vodka in the army" and the tv screen freezed and was like "ERROR!! CHAMPAGNE HAS BEEN SERVED IN SOVIET UNION SINCE 1936" I'm 😂😂😂

🪐 stalincredible Follow

You Americans will say anything to make Soviet stuff look silly

🛸 premisendgame Follow

Where do you think I am watching soviet tv from?? Or did I miss the memo where americans have the monopoly on joking about their own damn country??

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🥁 ringoforpresident Follow

"In future there will be telephones you can take with you anywhere" I can't even fucking listen to Radio Luxembourg without building a goddamn satellite, sending it to space, reciting spells and prayers, and sticking the radio out of the window at 2am EET. And even then it needs to be snowing for it to work because the radio wave fairies like snow or some shit

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preach

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#this probably won't be very popular because some of these are very niche but i had fun #is the radio luxembourg station being impossible to listen to an universal experience?#i feel like older people in finland have a permanent chip on their shoulder because listening to it was so hard #there is a possibility ninotchka is doing a little time travel here; i remember this corrected version was shown at some point #but it may have been later #anyway just enjoy the ride #tumblr in the 60s #1960s #dashboard simulator #fake dashboard #60s #unreality

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secretswiftymarvelfan · 4 months

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Congrats on your 3.000 followers milestone sweets! 🩷👏

So, for your writing challenge I’d like to ask for:

Andy Barber + Grumpy x Sunshine + "I'm so glad you're here to point out my flaws. I would never have noticed them on my own."

Thank you! ☺️

Thank you so much! I absolutely love writing for Andy and thought I'd make this part of the Wildest Dreams Universe

The Other Side Of The Door - Andy Barber x Reader

Summary: Tensions boil over when Andy works late on a tough case

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: Angst! Happy Ending!

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You knew Andy could be grumpy, you had seen it plenty of times. Mostly with Neil. But he had never been grumpy with you. He called you his sunshine and was never grumpy at you.

Today was different though. You knew he was working on a tough case, one that caused him more stress than you thought was worth it. You really tried to help him through it, you were his assistant and girlfriend after all, it was your job. But today he crossed a line that had you wanting to throw in the towel.

All day he’d been in a foul mood and you were doing your best to make today easier for him. You kept a nice happy smile plastered on your face even when it became difficult to do so because his bad mood was slowly seeping into you.

He’d been short with you, his tone clipped and words sharp. Other times he just completely ignored you and you just had to tell yourself that it was because he was too engrossed in your work and it wasn’t personal.

It was the end of the day and you were just hoping you’d be going home soon. Everyone else in the office had, it was just you and Andy left. It reminded you of all the times you’d stay later before you went public with your relationship, the sneaking around and sexy secret rendezvous in his office. But there would be no rendezvous in his office today, you’d be lucky if you were able to drag him away from his files.

“Hey, I thought you might still be here,” a cop who was assigned to the case said as he walked into the office.

You forced a smile “No rest for the wicked” you sighed.

“I brought that piece of evidence he wanted, sorry it took so long” he apologised as he handed you the file.

“You couldn’t have waited until the morning” you smirked as you took it.

The cop chuckled “I’m sorry, I’ll know for next time, don’t stay too late” he winked before heading back out of the office.

You let out another sigh as he left and wondered whether you should just leave this evidence in your drawer for tomorrow. You could try and convince Andy to head home now and maybe leave his bad mood in the office. You knew he wouldn’t be impressed if he found out though so you stood up from your desk and made your way into his office.

“Here’s that evidence you asked for, the cop said he was sorry it took so long,” you said as you walked over to him “Maybe we can leave this for tomorrow since it’s late” you added when he barely looked up from his work.

“Maybe” he murmured as he took the file from you, without even looking at you. You knew from his tone though that his maybe was a no and you would be staying for at least another hour.

“Okay well I’ll go pack up my things then” you said hoping it would push him to actually leave.

“Fuck sake” he muttered as you walked back towards the door.

“What’s wrong?” you asked pausing by the door.

“This is the wrong evidence, I asked for exhibit 15B not 15C” he huffed as he slapped the file down onto his desk.

“Oh, the cop must have grabbed the wrong one” you sighed, secretly glad since it meant that he would probably go home now “I’ll send an email now and hopefully they can get the right one to us by morning”

“Did you even tell him the right one?” Andy snapped making you baulk.

“Excuse me?” you gaped.

“When you called earlier did you say 15B or 15C?” Andy pressed his expression hard as stone.

“15B! It must have been lost in translation or something” you argued.

“Because I know the cops better than you and they wouldn’t make this kind of fuck up, not on a case as important as this!” Andy shouted as he stood from his desk.

“Are you saying this is all my fault?” you exclaimed, a look of disbelief on your face.

“Yes!” Andy snapped “You’ve been distracted all day I bet you weren’t even listening to what I said when I told you want evidence I needed!”

You looked back at him shocked. He saw everything that you had done for him today as you being distracted. It hit you hard and it hurt. You wanted to scream at him but that voice in your head told you that it wouldn’t help.

You needed to say something though, you couldn't not. So you let out a small scoff and shook your head “Well I'm so glad you're here to point out my flaws. I would never have noticed them on my own, I’ll try to do better boss” you stated forcing a smile that you both knew was fake.

You waited for Andy to say something, apologise but he didn’t say a word. The fury in his eyes dimmed, a hint of regret replacing it but he still said nothing.

“I’m going home,” you said quietly, turning on your heels and leaving his office, slamming the door shut behind you.

You stuffed everything in your bag and shut off your computer, hoping and waiting the entire time for his office door to open and for him to walk out and apologise. But the door remained shut. You even waited a few moments once you were ready to leave, biting your lower lip to stop it from trembling.

It never opened. So you left.

By the time you got home to the apartment you shared with Andy your anger had been replaced with sadness and rain had started to pour. You weren’t sure what to even do when you got home, you just sat kicked off your heels and slumped down on the couch.

You sat staring out at the windows, watching as the raindrops slowly ran down the glass echoing the tears on your cheeks. You weren’t sure how long you just sat there, trapped in your own mind.

You couldn’t bring yourself to move, not even when you heard the apartment door open nor when you heard Andy's footsteps approaching. You didn’t even look over when you felt the couch cushions sink next to you.

“I’m sorry… I acted like an ass” Andy said quietly.

Your fingers shook as you wiped away your tears, still refusing to look over at him.

“I swear I told them the right number” you whispered.

“I know, I’m sorry I didn’t believe you” Andy sighed “I went to the station to pick it up myself, the detective showed me the post-it note from when you called them which had the right number on it, the cop who collected it must have heard it wrong”

You let out a watery chuckle as you looked down at your lap “All day all I’ve tried to do is help, remind you to take breaks and not work yourself to death” you said finally looking over at him “I wasn’t distracted, I was looking out for you so to have that thrown back in my face… it hurt Andy, it really hurt”

You watched as Andy’s face crumbled. He shifted closer to you on the couch, putting a hesitant hand on your knee “I know I see that now and I’m so so sorry I just got so involved in the case that I didn’t look around enough to realise it and I’m so sorry”

You took a deep breath, you knew he was sorry, the look of regret on his face told you enough but you knew this couldn’t happen again. You wouldn’t let it.

“Andy, you need to stop doing this,” you said taking his hand “I admire how much of yourself you give to these cases but you need to stop giving all of yourself otherwise there’s nothing left” you sighed shaking your head “you need to take breaks, need to be able to switch off, not act like an ass”

Andy nodded as he lowered his head and pressed a kiss to your knuckles “I will I promise” he whispered “I don’t ever want to mess this up”

You gave him a sympathetic smile as you ran your fingers through his hair and pressed a kiss to the top of his head “You won’t, it’ll take a lot more to scare me off”

Andy let out a watery chuckle sitting back up “Thank you” he whispered as he cupped your cheek and kissed you softly “thank you”

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evansbby · 1 year

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BESTIE BESTIES OMGGGG I JUST THOUGHT OF SOMETHING SO DEPRAVED OMGSJSJKSK. Older!Coach!Ari is a famous sports coach/trainer and is training reader on her upcoming badminton match. Basically reader is a typical rich brat and is constantly butting and being bratty with Ari, but deep down all she wants is to be praised and coddled. Ari at first hates her bcs rich girlies are annoying but then once he recognizes that her brattiness is all just an act and that she's actually just a soft hopeless unloved bean irl, he starts coddling her and praising her for playing good badminton. Like calling her a good girl, rubbing her hair, making her eat etc. Plus he's got all these cute nicknames for her.

And the best part!!!! Reader wears these pastel short ass tennis skirts (yk the ones!) and just practices her badminton in them. They're so cute and short that her lil ass is always peeking and every time she bends down to grab the shuttle, Ari can see her pretty pink panties. Ari would just come up behind her and slap her ass or hold her arm and try show her how to throw properly (yk the typical move where guys get behind the girl and teach her how to do something??). She's sooo tiny next to him and so soft and shy and bratty. He'd finger her right there on the practice ground and would scold her for trembling or moaning too much or not throwing the shuttle properly. Or he'd slap her baby cunt when she's being bratty or he'd make her go down on him and go down on her in the showers. He'd do everything but fuck her (plus points if she's a virgin owwww) and reader begs for it alllll the time but he'd always reject until!!! The reader finally wins the competition she was supposed to be trained for and Ari finallyyyy fucks her because she did such a good job. Basically it's just filthy and crazy and adorable. just everything is so rough and depraved but also soft???? Kill me.

This is so long and not coherent at all. I am sorry 😭. SHOULD I WRITE A FIC ON THIS????

Oooh bestie this is so hot! I’m no expert with moodboard, but I put something together 🫣

I can totally imagine beefy dilf tennis coach!Ari, he’s super strict with his students and always seems to be in a bad mood. He doesn’t even train girls because he thinks they don’t belong in the courts, but you’ve decided tennis is your new hobby and your rich dad pays the best coach around (Ari) to teach you… 🤔🤔

And Ari doesn’t even take you seriously, always calling you a “spoilt little girl” and “daddy’s little princess who hasn’t worked a day in her life” 😭 But you’re all sunshine and giggles and so soft and sweet and cute in your pastel tennis dresses and designer racquets and special pink tennis balls! And you’d pout at him like, “Please, sir, I just wanna be as good as you 🥺 won’t you help me?” And dilf!Ari tries to resist because you’re like half his age (🫣) and also bc you’re an annoying privileged brat but he can’t help but cop a feel when he’s trying to teach you how to stand and how to swing and all that. Just his fingers brushing against your butt or the way he grips your hips as he positions you on the court 🫠 and he can’t help but get excited and happy when you do well in practice, although he tries to hide it and keep up his grumpy, disinterested persona.

I can totally imagine you skipping over to sit in his lap during breaks, perched on his knee all innocently while Ari’s eyes practically bug out of his head at how cute you look, your pastel pink tennis skirt flaring up with the wind, the front of your dress all wet bc you’re swigging your water while making eye contact with him as half the bottle drips down your front. And Ari’s so hard because you smell like candy and you’re just so cute and sexy and little but he can’t, so he shoves you off all like, “watch it, little girl. I’m your coach, not one of your boy toys that you play around with.” And you just bat your lashes at him like, “I wouldn’t mind if you played around with me, daddy.”

And Ari just can’t take it anymore, and he drags you into the court changing rooms and pulls you over his knee and gives you a good bare bottom spanking 😳😳😳 “You want to act all slutty on my courts, little miss princess? I’ll show you what happens if you even try.” And he just spanks you till your ass is raw and then he makes you practice doubly hard but he can’t help but notice how submissive and cute you look and how you seem so interested in him and how he could really teach you a lesson or two (not to do with tennis). So he fingers you as a reward for practicing so hard, “And guess what, princess? Daddy can make you feel even better if you keep being good for me.” And you work sooo extra hard in your tennis bc you want to impress your daddy (Ari) 😌😌😌 and bc he promised to make you feel good! And you want to have sex with him soo bad bc you’re a virgin and you’re so ready but Ari won’t 😭😭😭 you’re like, “Please daddy, I’ll play even better in the competition if you fuck me🥺🥺🥺” And he slaps your baby cunt and tells you that daddy knows best and he’ll fuck you when he pleases 😭😭 ALSO THIS IS ALL KEPT A SECRET FROM YOUR FATHER OFC.

And I’ll stop there but bestie you inspired me so much!!! And idek where this all came from!!! I love this cute lil tennis concept you came up with!!! I just couldn’t help but keep writing bahahaha 💕💕💕🫣🫣🫣🌸🌸🌸🥰🥰💞💞

#AHHHHH #ari levinson #ari levison x reader #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans #chris evans x reader #Ari drabble #jeonsbbyeal

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louloulemons-posts · 4 months

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The Criminal And The Princess III

Grumpy!College!Eddie X Sunshine!Skater!Reader

Summary : the nights in full swing, but what happens when billy hargrove messes with eden when eddies around?

Word Count : 1.4k

Warnings : billy hargrove, assault, there’s a fight, swearing, billy’s a prick, apart from that it’s pretty fluffy.

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Eddie and his bands set was incredible, all of us were cheering loudly. They played a couple of their own songs and the some covers. Metallica of course, Black Sabbath and even some Led Zeppelin.

Eddie came over to us, a huge grin on his face, Steve pulled him into a hug. “You were great man!” Eddie laughed, loudly, squeezing Steve’s shoulder as he pulled away.

“Thanks man, thank you all for coming!”

“Of course, I was excited to see you play outside of class!” Robin said.

“You know each other?” I asked Robin. The girl nodded, “Yeah he’s in music with me and Vickie.”

I hummed, nodding my head. Eddie was chatting away with Steve, when his band mates came over. “Guys these are my friends Steve and Robin, and this is Nancy, Jonathan, Vickie and Argyle.”

His brown eyes met mine, “And this is Eden.”

“Oh Eden?” One of the boys cocked a brow at him, throwing a smirk at him too. “Yeah,” Eddie said, elbowing him, “This is Gareth, Jeff and Doug,” he spoke, motioning to each.

Greetings were exchanged, “Let’s get another round in, Herrington give me a hand,” The curly haired boy spoke, heading to the bar.

“I’ll go give them a hand,” I told Robin, following after the two boys. “I’m here to help,” I smiled at Steve.

“What are you having?” Eddie asked me.

“Vodka lemonade please, I’ll pay you back for it,” I spoke. Shaking his head, he brushed me off, “No need, playing bands and friends get free drinks.”

“Friends?” I smiled.

“As soon as you spoke about Metallica we became friends Princess.” My skin was covered in goosebumps at the pet name, I couldn’t meet his gaze as my cheeks flushed.

“Okay these are Vickie, Robins and Nancys,” Steve said, passing me three drinks, “You good with those?” I hummed, nodding my head as a yes, and began walking over to group.

“Bennett, how you doing Sweetheart?” a slimy voice said from behind me. “Billy,” I said, and continued walking. “Oh come on, stay and drink with me.”

“I’m with friends,” I tried as hard as I could to get away, but I hand on my waist. “Come on, why are you still playing hard to get? You know it’s gonna be me and you in the end, star hockey player and ice skating queen.”

“I’d say Harrington was the star hockey player.” He was stunned silent, a couple of his friends sniggered behind him, but Billy made them shut up with glare.

“Come on Sweetheart, join us.”

“I said no Billy.” Without a second to react, the blonde boy grabbed me, yanking me towards him. The glasses that were in my hand dropped, smashing on the floor, causing a cheer to go through the room.

Billy pulled me to his chest, I could smell the alcohol on his breath. “Billy let go,” I said, trying to tug away. “You’ve been playing with me for too long, so we’re gonna have a drink and then we’re gonna go home together.”

“No we’re not!” I shoved his chest.

“You little- why can’t you just do as you’re told?” he snapped, yanking me back.

“Let her go Hargrove,” I felt another arm pull me close, “Or what Munson?”

“You don’t want to know.” It was Eddies arm around me, he gently pulled me behind him to shield me. “Oh fuck off you freak! She’s mine.”

“Well she said no.”

“So what?” With that Eddies first smacked into Billy’s face. “Eddie!” I shouted. With a sadistic grin, Billy grabbed Eddie, yanking him forward and smashed his head to his own.

The pair threw punches at one another not stopping, even when Steve stepped in, he was pushed away. “Are you okay?” he asked. “Y-yeah I’m fine.”

“COPS!” some yelled. With that Eddie shoved Billy over and grabbed my hand pulling me from the bar. “What the fuck? Eddie where are we going!?”

“Just keep up will you!”

Our feet slammed against the floor as we ran, Eddie letting out wild laughter. “You’re crazy,” I chuckled, out of breath.

“Tell me something I don’t know.”

Finally we came to a stop, both breathing heavily. “Are you okay?” Eddie asked, turning to face me. “Yeah I’m fine, you didn’t have to do that.”

“Of course I did, you’re my friend, right?”

“Right.” Eddie squeezed my hand, I hadn’t even noticed he was still holding it. Letting go, he smiled at me. “Do you like milkshakes?” he asked.

“Yeah, why?”

“If we carry on down here, we’ll be at Benny’s diner, want one?”

“Yeah, that sounds good.”

Motioning at me to walk, we went on our way side by side. “Are you going to be in trouble?” I asked.

“Probably but it’s fine, wouldn’t be the first time.”

I cocked a brow at him, “Uh, petty crimes.”

“Ah I see.” Bumping his shoulder against mine, he smiled, “What about you?”

“What a criminal record?”

“Yeah.”

With a grin I shook my head, “Nah, don’t have the time.”

“Oh yeah, ice princess.” I laughed at that, “Something like that.”

“When did you start skating?” he asked.

“When I was 4, my mom used to skate so. When did you start doing music?”

“About the same as you, my mom played guitar.”

I hummed, “She must be proud, you’re great.”

“I hope she would be.” Oh. You know that saying. “Yeah, I hope my mom would be proud too.”

“When did she pass?”

“I was 12.”

“I was 10.” I hummed, “We have more in common than I thought.”

“What for a criminal and a princess?”

“Something like that.”

“Oh we’re here.” There was Benny’s diner, proper 50s all american movie looking. Red booths lined the walls, with road signs and wheel covers. “Woah, it’s cool in here.”

“Right.”

Leading me to a booth, I slid in, feeling the cool leather beneath my legs. “So what shake you feeling?”

“Strawberry.”

“Good choice, I’m more of a Chocolate shake guy myself.”

“Munson,” a gruff voice said, making me look up and away from Eddie. “Benny, how are you man?”

“Good, you keeping out of trouble?” The man, Benny, asked. “Trying too,” Eddie flashed a cheesy grin.

“That’s what I like to hear, and who’s this?”

“Benny, this is Eden. Eden, Benny is the owner of this fine establishment.”

“Eden? You’re Ethans daughter?” I nodded my head at the man.

With a hum, he faced Eddie,”You know what sucking up gets you Munson?”

“Two free shakes? One Strawberry, one chocolate?” With a deep laugh, Benny nodded, walking away. “Damn Munson, you really have a way with people.”

“I know,” he smirked, resting his face on his hands.

I couldn’t help but smile at the boy. “I’m sorry I haven’t text you yet.”

“Oh it’s okay, first week back after summer is always crazy for everyone.”

“Well I’m free Sunday?”

“Yeah, Sundays good. Speaking of texts, I should let the girls know where I am.”

“Go for it.”

Pulling out my phone I saw the groupchat consisting of me, Nancy and Robin was going off.

🤍🔮✨The Girls ✨🔮🤍

E, Nance, Robs

Robs : E where did you go?

Nance : steve said there was a fight?? There were cops ????

Robs : are you okay????

Nance : steve said hargrove grabbed you so eddie hit him???!??!?

E : Hey! sorry i’m okay, im with eddie don’t worry!

Nance : thank god! Do you need us to come get you??

E : no i’m okay! you can head home, sorry i ruined the night!

Robs : you didn’t hargrove is a pig

“One Chocolate shake for you, and one strawberry shake for the lady,” Benny said, smiling at us. “Thank you.”

“Thanks Benny.”

E : i gotta go, i’ll text you when im on the way home love youuuuu 🫶🏻🫶🏻

“All good?” Eddie asked.

“Yeah they just wanted to know where I was.”

“With your knight in shining armour princess.”

“Ah yes, sir Munson thank you for saving me from that foul beast,” I played along.

“You’re not like what I thought,” he smiled, tilting his head. “Neither are you.”

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

“I’m sorry I couldn’t drive you, my vans at The Hideout and if the cops are there,” he pulled a face, which made me laugh. “It’s fine, thank you for walking me home.”

“Well of course, knights much protect their princess.”

“I’m sorry again for getting you in trouble.”

“You didn’t. So stop apologising. I’ll um .. I’ll see you Sunday?”

“Yeah, 3pm at the library?”

“Sounds great, if anything changes I’ll text you.” I hummed. “Well Goodnight.”

“Goodnight Eddie.”

“Goodnight Princess.

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AHHHHHHHH

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I’ve been seeing this thing around about rating pjo ships so i thought I’d give it a go 🤠 no personal offense if i don’t give your ship a high rating, i’m pretty particular except for when I’m not

Percabeth - 9/10. love them loads, but could have gone without the judo flip + other odd behaviors that are only seen as “cute” because the sexes are flipped, otherwise they’re great

Jercy - 1/10. i can see potential i guess but also there’s just a lot of better options for both of these characters imo, plus i see them as bros

Valgrace - 10/10, to storm or fire the world must fall, best friends to lovers, no notes

Solangelo - 2/10. i can see…the potential. their “significant annoyance” scene gave me the warm fuzzies as a 14 year old looking for rep. but oh my god how they’re written in canon sometimes is just so bad, it ruins fanon for me as well. not to mention the one-dimensional-ization done in order to amplify the “grumpy x sunshine !!!1!” trope. however i will say Some solangelo fans understand that they should Both be freaks (and in that AU it’s a respectable 8/10 from me) and the ship has fantastic fan artists

Shelper - 2/10. no hate i’m just bored…like who is shel?? tell me one thing about her personality. does she get any dialogue?? richard??

Jasper/Jiper - 1/10 the fake memories were cute but the inside of pipers head did not pass the Bechdel test. would love to see them as platonic soulmate roommates though

Jeyna - 1/10 the devotion is admirable but yk. can relate being aroace and latching on to some dude lmao

Theyna - 4/10. not my cup of tea but in a world where either they aren’t hunters or it’s an interpretation where the hunters can be lesbians…it’s a good ship. haven’t really seen much for them but I’m open to it. might prefer them as a platonic buddy cop duo though

Pernico - 4/10 i see them as annoying cousins but i respect the angst potential of unrequited love. i don’t think the ship as endgame would be good for either of the characters. however, again, really good fan artists

Jasico - 10/10 the drinking out of the chalice scene was hot don’t look at me. really good fan artists etc. i should write more with them

Valdangelo - 10/10, yk how i feel about pushing my blorbos together and making them kiss lol. massively underrated, read ceaseless eve, etc

Pipabeth - 7.5/10 i like percabeth more but it’s my favorite piper ship. I haven’t seen much content with them but i’ve liked what i have seen. I might make some stuff with them

Rachbeth - 2/10, the potential is there i guess but i see them as best friends

Perchel - 8.5/10 i guess i’m in the minority but what makes the pjo love triangle so compelling compared to other YA love triangles is that Both of the ships are really good. idk what to tell you they go well together

Lukercy - 6/10 i see the potential but if you’re going for dark fic vibes i think lukabeth is better

Lukabeth - 9/10 the dark fic potential has me chewing the furniture. wouldn’t ship them as like a fluffy endgame but that’s not the point

Frazel - 0/10 richard please let two people of the opposite sex be friends

Caleo - -100000000/10 nothing could be a better crafted anti-caleo fic than canon itself

#pjo #perhaps i will tag the positively rated ships and not the others…i’ll receive flames either way so 🧍#percabeth #pipabeth #valdangelo #jasico #valgrace #perachel

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ellieluvr420 · 4 months

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We meet again, darling pt.4 (detective Abby Anderson x criminal reader)

Synopsis: Abby Anderson is a skilled detective that's never let a criminal escape her grasp, until you. You've infiltrated every part of her life and she still can't get you. As she grows more and more intrigued by you she finds herself descending further into darkness until there's no way back. She takes your hand and follows you as if your presence is the only thing giving her life knowing that you are the most dangerous thing for her. Her life will never be hers again and she will stop at nothing to keep following you down your path of corruption.

Smut... kinda, MDNI please xxxx

Abby jolts awake at the sound of her phone ringing. She had struggled to fall asleep earlier that night just like she had most nights since Dan. His face haunted her sleep. Sometimes it was memories from her childhood where he looked happy and carefree as they did when they were kids but sometimes his face was pale and sweaty and twisted up in pain, both physical and emotional. No matter what the dream was it always ended the same: Abby stabbing him and him choking on his own blood while he asked why? How could she do this? Every night she'd wake up in a cold sweat, hyperventilating with tears threatening to spill over her cheeks. But tonight, she didn't. She woke because her phone rang. Because you rang.

Abby looks at the number only to see its unknown and she sighs already knowing who it is.

"Do you know what time it is?" Her voice was groggy and deep from sleep and your breath hitched at the sound of her disgruntled words.

"No, isn't it 2pm?"

Abby can practically hear the grin through the phone and she sighs even harder this time.

"You're not funny."

"Yes I am don't lie, that's a sin"

"Your whole life is a sin."

"Jeez someone's grumpy."

"You wake me up at.." Abby takes the phone from her ear to look at the time. "THREE AM?? Have you lost your mind?"

"Yes, years ago."

"Do you enjoy being the biggest pain in my ass? Is that why you called... at 3am?

"Yes and kind of. I'm calling because I've got everything set up for you to start your part of the plan, I think we should give it a name I was thinking: Mission take over, what do you think?" Abby rolls her eyes and lays back down with the phone still at her ear.

"No, that's awful. What about.... Mission call me at 3am again and I'll kick your ass?"

"I'd like to see you try. You don't have a good track record."

"Hanging up now."

"Wait a minute, we're going to dinner tonight. Be ready 8pm sharp and dress nice."

"Anyone ever told you you're bossy?"

"Everyday of my life. It's part of my charm. Okay that was all I wanted to tell you so get some rest sleeping beauty."

"You called me at 3am to tell me we're going to dinner?"

"Yeah, pretty much."

"I really don't like you."

"Aw yes you do. Goodnight sunshine!" You do a loud kiss through the phone and hear her sigh before she hangs up. You giggle and put your phone down as there's a knock at your office door.

"Come in."

Richter walks in with a bottle of wine and two glasses. He sits quietly and pours you both a glass.

"What's got you up at these hours?" You look at him with an unamused look.

"When am I not? And I could say the same for you."

"Fair point. I'm actually just about to head back to mine but I thought you'd want to know that Eddie rang."

You sigh and rub your forehead knowing that is never good.

"What now?"

"Cops bagged Marlow, apparently they've offered him a deal to talk."

"They always do. Do you think he will?"

"No I don't think he will, but..."

"Oh there's always a but."

"Eddie's worried, there's been more arrests recently, not all of them get charged but he's worried they're getting closer. We've went under the radar for so long now, is our luck running out?"

"It's not luck Johnny for fuck's sake. We're smart and we're careful. This. This is a rat. Come on I'll walk you out, I need to pay someone a visit."

Richter gives you a strange look but shrugs and starts walking as you follow him out.

Abby jolts awake for the second time tonight as she feels herself being shaken.

"AH WHAT THE FUCK!"

"Sorry, sorry. It's just me."

"You are fucking insane, how and why are you in my apartment at 4 in the fucking morning?"

"You have crap security we've been over this" You begin to pace at the foot of her bed. "I need a favour."

"A favour? You really think you're in a place to be asking for favours right now."

"Hey, when I came in it looked like you were having a really bad dream so er your welcome for waking you up from that. Please just listen to me this is serious." You stop and look her dead in the eyes as you say this and for the first time you notice she's not wearing anything on her top half. You can see the protrusion of her collarbones and the definition of her muscles and you don't even realise you've been ogling her until you meet her unimpressed eyes. Although she's gracious enough to not mention it, you gulp as you know you've been caught.

"Right. Well, um, I think there's a rat. Lower down of course but clearly high up enough to know a good amount about the structure of my business. More of my men have been getting arrested and some of them are getting charged. I need you to find out who the rat is so I can deal with them. Abby this is so important, I need you to find out today or this could fuck up mission: take over."

"Are you actually going to start calling it that?"

"Abby!"

"Jeez. Sorry, I will find out what's going on today."

"Oh thank god." You sit down on the bed next to her and put a hand on her strong thigh and squeeze. "Thank you, sorry for scaring the shit out of you... and waking you up... twice." You smile at her and she smiles back.

"It's okay I guess, only you could get away with this shit."

"Oh yeah?" You tilt your head and smirk at her. "Am I special?" You lean in close so your faces are centimetres apart. Abby brings a hand to your cheek and pulls you closer so your noses are practically touching. She leans in until your lips are touching.

"Yeah. You are." She lunges forward and presses her lips to yours in a hungry and desperate kiss. The shock you feel at her actions immediately subsides as want takes over. You feel her tongue licking at your lower lip, begging to be let in. You can't help but feel the need to tease so you go to pull away until her other hand finds its place on the back of your head keeping you firmly in place. She bites down on your lower lip and as you gasp she takes this as her opportunity to slip her tongue into your mouth. You feel completely out of control as you moan into her mouth. She pulls away for a second to raise her eyebrows at the noise you let out.

"Shut. Up." You grab her face and immediately start kissing her. Harder and more passionately this time. You straddle her hips and her hands immediately find their places on your hips squeezing so hard you expect bruises to form. You pull away from her lips and start kissing down her jaw and neck. You hear Abby almost growl and you feel her strong hands pull you away from her. You frown until you notice her hands pulling at your t-shirt. You help her by lifting your arms up and she throws the t-shirt somewhere on the floor of her room. You realise you didn't have a bra on when you see her eyeing your boobs hungrily. She looks up at you and down at them again. She grabs them and squishes them together and then kisses each nipple, she looks up with her face still resting on your chest and the sight is enough to make you cum right there and then. She gets a mischievous grin on her face.

"You have a great rack."

"Oh you just had to ruin the moment." You say giggling as you push her face away from you. She grabs you and pulls you down with her so you're laying on top of her.

"Hey I mean it."

"I will get up and leave right now." She wraps her arms tightly around your waist so there is absolutely no space between you two. "No you won't."

"Oh whatever." You go back to kissing her and her hands go back to your hips as she starts rocking you atop her. You groan into her mouth and you feel her smile into the kiss. She flips you both over and starts kissing down your neck and your chest until she reaches your left nipple. She sucks it into her mouth while making dead eye contact with you. You gasp as she pinches the right nipple and immediately swaps her ministrations. Once she's paid both nipples sufficient attention she kisses down your stomach and licks a strip back up and finishes it off with a kiss between your breasts. She shuffles down the bed and wraps her fingers round the band of your bottoms.

"Can I take these off?"

"Obviously."

She rips them down and throws them also onto the floor. She goes to kiss the hem of your underwear but stops when you thread your fingers through her soft hair.

"Wait. Come here."

"Yes boss." You giggle as she crawls back up toward your face and pull her into a messy kiss. You palm her perky breasts and roll her pink nipples between your fingers, she hisses.

"Aw is someone sensitive?" You pout at her and she smirks at you as she grabs your cheeks and squishes them together as she presses a chaste kiss to your lips.

"You are so much cuter when you don't talk." She squishes your cheeks with each word she says and then leans down and bites at your neck hard enough you're sure there will be a bite mark.

"I hate you so much." She looks at you with raised eyebrows as she places a hand over your mouth firmly.

"No you don't." She moves back down your body and takes the hem of your underwear between her teeth as she slides the underwear down your thighs, You instinctively clamp your legs shut as you're exposed in front of her but she grabs one of your thighs and pushes it down flush to the bed.

"uh uh uh, come on darling, no hiding now." She echoes your words from your conversation on the balcony with a wicked grin on her face. You roll your eyes and groan into her hand. She peppers kisses and leaves bruises all over your thighs until your bite her hand.

"Oh someone's impatient aren't they?" She leans down and licks a stripe from your hole to your clit moaning as she tastes you on her tongue. She sucks your clit into her mouth for a second and then presses a quick kiss to it before she crawls back up to be face to face with you. She grabs your neck, gentler than the other times she's choked you, her intentions different this time and kisses you hungrily so you can taste yourself on her tongue. You both kiss until you have to pull away to gasp for breath and she sits up giving you the most hot look you've ever seen as she wipes her mouth with her thumb. She leans back down and presses her thumb over your lips and you happily take it into your mouth and suck. She moans as she feels your tongue swirling around her thumb and sucking, hard. She pulls it out with a pop and smears the spit over your lips and chin. She bites her lip and flashes a devilish grin before she begins to get up and pull her top off the ground as she puts it on over her head.

"What are you doing?"

"That's what you get for waking me up in the middle of the night... twice." She goes to walk out the room but turns back and looks at you. "And for shooting me." As she walks out of the room you throw your head back in frustration and begin trailing your hand down your body to your heat. Abby appears back in the doorway with two bottles of water and an unimpressed look on her face. She pulls you by your foot to the end of the bed and brings her face inches to yours.

"Don't even think about it."

She drops a bottle of water onto the bed for you and you throw yourself back in frustration as you hear Abby laugh as she walks away.

"Fucker."

psa: sorry sorry i had to do it, going back and editing these now i've decided to actually post has been fun. Hope you enjoyed whoever has made it this far and more action is coming i promise, in more ways than one... ;). New chapters coming soon because i love this story and Abby is perf <3 okay byeeee

#abby anderson #abby x reader #abby anderson x reader #abby tlou #abby the last of us #tlou abby #abby anderson x female reader #abby x fem!reader

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anitalenia · 1 year

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━━━ .°˖✧ opposites attract ⋆˙⊹

꒰ঌ definition ໒꒱ 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑤𝑜 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑒 𝑜𝑝𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑠, 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑓𝑠, 𝑜𝑟 𝑣𝑖𝑒𝑤𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑖𝑛 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚. one of my favs.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ below you will find sub genres under this category, as well as some useful pairings for this trope. for educational writing purposes <3

note: several of these can also be used in other tropes as well, just depends on how you write it and interpret it.

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꒰ঌ group ten ໒꒱

minimalistic x bohemian | dips fries in ketchup x drenches fries in ketchup | loves to dance x what’s a rhythm? | life of the party x hates attention | toilet paper facing you x toilet paper facing away from you

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꒰ঌ group thirteen ໒꒱

will update when I think of new ones. hope this helps if you’re not sure what story to tell but you want something new <3

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lovelytsunoda · 2 years

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lucky people // mick schumacher

summary: the adventures of bookworm-youtuber y/n and her adorable f1 driver boyfriend mick

(shameless little plug for my own underused and somewhat forgotten about book-blr @/ cheerful-chamomile-pages)

dedicated to @flannel-cures and @paddockbunny who helped me make the final decision on whether this would be about mick or charles : )

i can see them meeting through gina (best friends brother trope anybody)

she was already decently popular on the bookworm side of youtube without mick, but once she was spotted attending a few events on the german's arm, she instantly became more interesting to a whole different crowd

obviously she's trying to keep her hobby (and almost possibly maybe side hustle) and her love life apart, but they truly are the cutest couple on the internet

she's sitting in her cute little library corner , streaming her new video live for some of her subscribers before she edits it and posts it properly to youtube.

"so i hate calling it a tbr because that just adds so much pressure and the way college is going for me right now guys, i genuinely have no idea if i will make it through all of these."

"so the first one is 'as good as dead' by holly jackson. i've been working my way through this series for a while and i finally bought this one a few months ago but life got busy and i just didn't get around to it but im really excited. this one is the grand conclusion to the good girls guide to murder trilogy and i can't wait to read about pip and ravi one last time."

and cue angie bounding into the room, cutting in front of the camera and knocking the book out of her hands as she pounces on y/n

mick is laughing in the background, super self conscious about appearing on the camera.

the chat goes MENTAL

"is that angie? does this mean mick is home?" "show mick!"

"mick," she says with a laugh, scratching angie behind the ears and looking up at the driver. "the fans want to see you."

"is that okay?" mick asks before moving further into the room, passing her the mug of hot chocolate that he had been planning on just leaving on the IKEA end table

"of course." she moves over on the carpet to make more room. "you can hold my stack of books."

"oh, great." he jokes as she passes him the stack, pressing a kiss to his cheek

"this is my boyfriend, mick. he's an angel on earth and he's going to help me film the rest of this."

cue mick shyly waving at the camera as y/n grabs one of the books from the top of the stack

"you already know that i will read anything that lauren asher writes. i have one book left in the dirty air series that i still need to finish, and this one is all about santiago, who was introduced as noah's teammate and mayas brother in the beginning of the series. i truly don't want this series to end, but this book includes grumpy x sunshine and fake dating, so im very excited to see what santi and chloe bring to the dirty air universe."

and mick is just watching her with this completely lovestruck expression

the chat goes MENTAL talking about how cute the couple is and how they all wish they had a mick (me too besties)

he's definitely present in the next video, entitled "my boyfriend and i go book shopping"

which is more like y/n just dragging mick around barnes and noble while she prepares to buy more books than she could afford (especially since she already has so many books at home)

mick is helping her look, trying to pick up books he thinks she'd like or has heard her talk about before

"babe, this book is basically porn. there's literally a half dressed cop on the front cover."

"i would have thought that the fact that it's called 'frisk me' would have given it away. the second one is worse, it's called 'cuff me'."

"i worry for your mental state sometimes, schatzi."

"what else am i supposed to do while you're gone, baby?"

that line was edited out of the final version

like the gentleman that he is, mick pays for all of the books

*cue the entire comment section swooning*

they do one video called "my boyfriend guesses the plot of my books based solely on the contents of the front cover"

"uhm im gonna take a wild guess and say that one's about death of some kind. maybe a murder?"

"that one's porn. one hundred percent. there's a fully shirtless man with a smolder and bad tattoos on the front cover. wait, there's a formula one car as well? oh dear god, this isn't what your version looks like!"

"because i bought the special editions with the pretty covers, baby. and this one does have a plot. this one made me cry, and you had to hold me for like an hour and a half while i recovered."

he definitely bought her a copy of her favorite romance book for their anniversary and went through and annotated it

paying special attention to all of the smutty parts that he wants to recreate

buddy reads with mick where they read the same book and then film a video where they both review it

the cutest couple on bookstagram

BONUS MATERIAL:

#mick schumacher x reader #mick schumacher #f1 headcanons #f1 x reader #formula one x reader #mick schumacher headcanons #f1 x you #lucky people

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doomed-to-be-obsessed · 2 months

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Give me your best pitch on why I should ship coppernauts.

I think Benny would be one of the most accepting people to the cops when they switched sides. Emmet of course too, but when scribble cop allowed Benny to build a spaceship I feel like that moment between them was likely more impactful on Benny then any other interaction with the others, which i feel like would strive him to befriend the cops. And Benny is a huge positive force which bad cop would (at first) not like, but gradually get use to and be fond of. The cops can also keep Benny grounded when he gets too excited, which Benny will probably need in some scenarios. With Benny’s help, the cops can feel more at ease in his new found place after Takos Tuesday, and Benny could use a friend that can keep him down to earth as well as let him be excited and build. The ship can also be a parallel (kind of) to Lucy and Emmet. Emmet fell in love at first sight while Lucy took a while to warm up to him, which can be similar to coppernauts (the best part about it is most likely they wouldn’t realize they’re in love). It kind of patches the bridge (metaphorically) between the master builders and those who worked with business, just like how emmet and Lucy’s relationship (can’t remember the ship name) bridged the gap between regular people and the master builders. It wouldn’t just be good for fun, but it can have a lot of benefits to stories lines that could’ve happened after the first movie if the second movie didn’t happen. The relationship could prevent the cops from going back to their ways (which they would never do, but still) or hiding from the others (which would be more likely to happen), and it could prevent Benny from being swept under the rug as just the 80s something spaceman who is obsessed with space ships. Not only that but, the tropes for the relationship also makes sense in the grand scheme of the Lego movie’s tropes. (ie, guy falling for a cool girl who has a douche boyfriend, who leaves her boyfriend and goes with the guy that makes her feel like she can be herself with him, the ‘veteran’ who is old and grizzled and doesn’t believe in the hero’s cause, but actually does and comes back to save him, the wise old mentor who is strange compared to what is the standard of the world, etc.) An excitable sunshine blue character who comes from the hero side, and a grumpy moon red character who is a former antagonist fits right into the “cliche but is really not a cliche because of (insert genius writing that subverts the audiences expectations)” pattern of tropes that the Lego movies commonly use.

Coppernauts (whether platonic or not) is a very good relationship that helps build on character growth, recognizement, and story development. :)

#coppernauts #ask #benny the spaceman #bad cop #bad cop/good cop #bad cop tlm #good cop bad cop #tlm gcbc #benny tlm #benny x gcbc

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dreamy-jaeger · 1 year

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I Know The End | Ch. 5

Zombie Apocalypse!Au, Older!Grumpy!Eren x Sunshine!Reader

Content: Reluctant traveling companions to lovers, Slight age gap, found family, eventual smut so Minors - DO NOT INTERACT.

Warnings: 18+, Suicide mentions, murder, gore.

Chapter Summary: Under a quiet night at the church, Eren and Y/N get to know one another.

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A/N: I feel like this chapter took longer than it should have 😩😩😩 but i’m trying to be more forgiving of myself when it comes to how fast I write. The harshest critic is always yourself, am i right or am i right??? Anyways I hope you enjoy this chapter hehehe there is a lot of tension in this one!!!

chapter 5

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“Dammit.”

Y/N cursed under her breath, her skin stinging as the thin piece of scrap metal dug into her fingertips from the strength in her grip. The makeshift lock-pick caught on the wrong groove, threatening to split in half as she forced it into the keyhole. She slid it free from the confines, bringing it closer to her eyes to guarantee the functionality of the little tool. It didn’t look too bent out of shape. Maybe if she tried again…

“What are you doing?”

Y/N’s heart leapt out of her throat, her body lurching forward as the unexpected voice took her by surprise. The tools she was using scattered across the floor, clanking against the wood. Her hand was pressed firmly to her chest almost as if the pressure would force her beating heart back into place. She turned to find Gabby standing over her shoulder, her brown eyes wide with curiosity— the gleam of it glinting in the candlelight that they had conjured once the sun dipped below the horizon.

“You scared the shit out of me.” Y/N breathed, a few soft chuckles tumbling out from her lips in relief. Gabby grimaced when she took in the sight of the startled woman.

“Sorry.” She replied, somewhat abashedly, paired with a shy grin. But that particular demeanor was lost within seconds as interest took control of the young girl again. Her eyes flickering towards the tools that fell from the woman's hands. “But, what are you doing?”

“I’m trying to pick this lock.” Y/N answered, turning her attention back towards the locked door that resided in the back of the church. For emphasis, she tested the golden doorknob, for the hundredth time that evening.

Unsurprisingly, there was no give.

Earlier— when asked about it, Eren had told them that it was locked, contents forever unknown. But curiosity got the better of Y/N, and since she had the skill set, she figured it couldn’t hurt to try. So now here she was, sitting in front of the door, her fingers almost bleeding from the many attempts to get the damn thing open. Maybe her skills weren’t as finely tuned as they once were.

And of course, she waited to make her attempts until Eren had posted himself outside for first watch. She didn’t need to hear his reprimands… Or his ridicule as she failed over and over.

“Cool!” Gabby admired, dropping to her knees beside her. “Can you show me how to do it?”

Y/N narrowed her eyes in feigned suspicion, a sly smile curling the corners of her lips. “Why? You’re not thinking of committing any crimes, are you?”

“Oh, and what are you gonna do?” Gabby retorted, “Call the cops on me?”

“Touché.” Y/N grinned, earning a smile back from the teenager, who watched excitedly as she regathered the fallen tools.

She did her best to describe the process with as much coherency as she could muster, trying hard to recall the directions that were told to her so many years ago. Gabby was hanging on to every word, nodding along and listening carefully so as to not miss anything. The teenagers' rapt attention brought on a sense of conviction to Y/N. Confidence was key, and she felt as though she definitely sounded like she knew what she was talking about. But as her hands tried to enact the words she was saying, all was lost.

Again and again the pick would slip out of her hands, or there would be a misclick sounding out from the contraption residing in the door. There were times when the thin metal would tremor suspiciously, on the edge of breaking under Y/N’s ministrations. Countless times, the woman had to stop herself from breaking down in frustration, desperate to keep her cool in front of the younger girl. And finally, after about an hour of trying (and failing), Gabby thankfully had the good sense to put Y/N out of her embarrassing misery.

“I think I’m gonna call it a night.” She yawned, stretching her arms above her head. Y/N wasn’t completely sure if the movements were honest or not. The girl could very well be acting in efforts to let the woman keep her dignity, but she was grateful either way.

“I’ll be sleeping in the confessional booth.” She added, unfolding her legs from underneath her. She stood, wiping away the nonexistent dirt from her jeans. Y/N rubbed a hand over her forehead, as this gave her the time to appreciate how tired she was as well. She nodded her head sluggishly.

“Alright.” She murmured, and then glanced back at her dog, who sat rigidly on the pews behind them.

“Would you take Ellie with you?” Y/N asked, before Gabby completely disappeared behind the other door. “I think she’d be more comfortable with you.”

Gabby nodded, calling the dog's name. Ellie’s tail started thumping against the bench at the sound of her voice, her ears perking up. With more soft coaxing from the teenager, the dog bounded from her previous spot, and within seconds the two of them were now lost behind the mahogany door that softly closed shut.

Now that Y/N was granted a moment to herself, a deep sigh escaped her form as her head fell into her hands. She whined softly against her palms, allowing some of the stress and frustration to manifest vocally as the sound of it wavered into the air. She stayed in that position for a few minutes, before dropping her palms in her lap.

The tools sat on the floor in front of her, looking as though they were mocking her. Or maybe that was her own derision that flooded her brain, and she was projecting. She shook her head, running one more tired hand across her features before sitting up straight, ignoring the ache pulsing in her lower back.

One more try. She would give it one more try and if she couldn’t unlock it she would give up forever. The tools were back in her hands, her eyebrows furrowed in determination, tongue sticking out from between her lips in concentration. She was going to get it open.

She finally did after her seventh try.

Even though she broke the promise to herself to quit while she was ahead, elation filled her chest when she heard the resounding click of the lock coming undone. Newly energized, she scrambled up to her feet, pulling gently at the door. She held back the excited squeal that threatened to escape her lips when it creaked open, enthusiastically taking the first step over the threshold.

Her smile fell flat when her eyes adjusted to the dark of the room. It was a good thing that the teenager had gone to bed. Or else she would’ve seen the sight that sat before her now.

The priest hung limply from the rafters by a rotting noose. Recognized as such since he was still adorned in his cassock. His body was illuminated by the candlelight spilling in from the main room of the church. She caught sight of how his gray-skinned, decaying neck was snapped at an unnatural angle. His eyes were milky white, teeth a rotting brown. He hissed feebly when the girl bursted into the room, stirring him from his state of near immobility. She must have been his first sign of food in years.

Her movements were quick, as she left to get her crossbow. The moment she returned, the priest was officially put out of his misery as an arrow lodged itself into his forehead. The last bit of life he had left faded from existence. Y/N tried to tell herself that the man would be grateful to be free from the grips of reanimation.

Everything went silent, the previous groans from the priest now lost to the world. Y/N finally allowed herself to observe the rest of the room.

A hopper window high on the wall was cranked open, a ladder toppled over beneath it. A pang in Y/N’s heart made her realize he must’ve opened the window as a precaution to the smell of death that was left behind, faded by the many breezes that swirled around this room as the years passed. Maybe the man knew that one day he would be found. As Y/N moved deeper into the room, a letter on the desk proved that hypothesis correct.

It was addressed to someone named Rose. He was expecting someone specific to find him. Maybe she was the only one left with a key to this room. A key that was never used. A sloppy illmade lock-pick taking its place. Just as Y/N took the place that rightfully belonged to Rose.

After staring at the name scrawled messily across the envelope, she decided to leave the letter be, it seemed too personal for her to just read without permission. Even if the only one who could grant that permission was hanging dead above her. There would be a lack of protest if she decided to read it, but it felt all too disrespectful. She moved on.

There wasn’t much left to be seen in the room. It was your typical office. Walls lined with shelves that were home to old faded books and forgotten files. There were no personalized trinkets, no food or supplies saved for the purpose of survival. Just a simple office, holding a man who decided he wouldn’t make it in this new world thrust upon him— even with his faith. And now he was gone.

The only thing interesting in his office wasn't noticed until Y/N had turned to leave. Sat by the door was an old wooden crate. A lone bottle of wine sat unimposing amongst crumpled newspaper.

Eren’s P.O.V.

The church sat quietly amidst the dense forest. The only sound was the gentle rustling of leaves, as a surprisingly warm evening breeze swept through the area. Eren sat on the decaying front steps of the church, his eyes fixed on the darkness ahead.

The night sky was clear, the moon hung low, casting a pale glow over the trees, illuminating the old faded pathway that led to the church. He took in a deep breath, dragging in the scent of an oncoming summer. The smell of which brought on an overwhelming sense of nostalgia, and he couldn’t help but reminisce on simpler times.

He thought of his childhood. His parents. His old friends. All of them were lost to him. Even the memories left of them were so faded that he was certain he made them up. It had been a long time since he let his mind go there. He didn’t want to think of a world when things were inherently better, or the envy for his past self would leave him resentful… well, more so than he already was.

He glanced down at his hands, calloused from the years he had survived in this unforgiving world. He had caused so much pain with these hands. The violence he inflicted came easy to him when he set aside his morals. And soon after the apocalypse started, it was far easier to think of himself as the ruthless man he had become rather than the bright-eyed boy he once was.

The next question that flitted across his mind was if he could be anything different.

Before he could even begin to wonder about the answer to that question, a large creak sounded out into the night, intermingling with the song chirped by the crickets. A pool of orange light spilled out onto the steps where Eren was sitting, produced by the candlelight inside. He looked up to the source of the interruption to find Y/N, stepping out from behind the church doors.

She had his back to him, as she carefully shifted the door back in place, trying not to make any sound that could disturb any attempts of sleep. The light from inside now being lost to them once she completed the task.

“Gabby decided to sleep in the confessional booth.” Y/N spoke, once she turned away from the door. Eren nodded, turning his head back to the forest beyond.

“I had her take Ellie, too.” She added, as she sat down next to him. Due to the limited amount of space that the steps provided, her knee knocked against his own. Heat bloomed from the point of contact and spread over his skin that remained even when she pulled away.

“That’s good.” Eren replied, “She could use the extra security.”

Y/N snorted at his words, “Ellie’s not really the security dog type. If anything Gabby’s the one watching over her.”

“Doesn’t seem like it to me.” Eren responded, his eyebrow raised. The things he’s seen that dog do made him question if he really understood animals at all. The training of course was all credited to the woman who sat beside him now,

“Are you kidding?” Y/N laughed softly, “That dog’s a scaredy cat. You saw how she was today.”

Eren thought back to the events that transpired and how Ellie had acted when Gabby was held captive by their unexpected visitor. “I was wondering why she reacted like that. What happened?”

Y/N sighed, leaning up against the railing behind her. She looked out into the beyond, just like Eren was doing before she joined him. “She’s a rescue. She doesn’t really do well around strangers. Especially when they’re aggressive like that.”

Eren nodded, joining her in looking out into the darkness. He didn’t say anything, he didn’t want to dig for information that Y/N wanted to keep hidden. Though she continued on, despite the lack of prying from the man.

“When she was a puppy she was the runt of the litter.” She said, her tone soft, picking the words carefully as she recounted the past of her dog. “Guy who owned her? Well, he wasn’t exactly the best. Abused her every chance he got. I’m sure the other dogs got some of it as well but… she suffered the brunt of it. So she has a hard time trusting humans.”

Eren turned to look at her, but she was still faced away from him. He watched as she swallowed thickly, her eyes shining under the light of the moon.

“Then she was a foster dog.” Y/N explained, “I don’t know how they got her out of that situation but they did. And then my family found her on one of those adoption websites…”

“And now it’s just you and her.” Eren finished for her. This time Y/N finally looked back at him. She granted him a sad smile, nodding her head.

“The outbreak happened when I was traveling back from college for the summer.” She told him. “By the time I made it home my family was dead and she was hiding out in the basement. She was so scared, shaking like a leaf… It’s just been us ever since.”

Eren stayed silent, his eyes trained on the woman sitting beside him. The tears that were threatening over the edge of her waterline were now carving trails over her skin. He wondered how she allowed herself to be so vulnerable. How was it so easy for her to be open-hearted, the way she was? And why couldn’t Eren bring himself to do the same? He wanted to acknowledge her pain, to relate to it with his own stories of where he was when all of this started. But the words were lost on his tongue.

A sniffle rang out into the night as Y/N brought the sleeve of her hoodie up to her soaking cheeks. She laughed, bashfully, as if he had caught her in the act of something improper.

“Jeeze, I’m sorry.” She relented, glancing over at him quickly, “I didn’t want to burden you with my sad backstory. That’s not the reason I came out here. ”

Eren wanted to open his mouth and tell her that she was wrong. That she could keep talking and that it wouldn’t be a burden to him. But yet again, his tongue was immobile and the comfort that he wanted to offer was lost to his social awkwardness. Instead all he could offer as a response was another question.

“Why’d you come out here, then?” Luckily his tone was not as harsh as he thought it might be as he paired it with a soft, somewhat teasing smile.

“I wanted to see if you’d fancy a drink.” She responded, her own smile coming back in full force as she pulled something out from under the crook of her arm. As his eyes readjusted to the moonlight, Eren registered a dusty bottle of wine that Y/N held in her hands.

“It’s the communion wine.” Y/N answered the question that was scrawled across his features. “I found it in that back room.”

“I thought it was locked?” Eren asked, reaching out for the bottle, hoping for a closer examination. She handed it to him with no complaint.

“I can be quite crafty.” Was all she said, earning a low chuckle from the man as he observed the label. A cabernet sauvignon. Not bad for a little chapel out in the middle of the woods.

“So… what do you reckon?” The girl smiled, her eyes sparking with mischief that was sure to be dangerous for Eren. He just looked at her, not bestowing her with the reassurance of his words but instead reached into the back pocket of his jeans. Her grin grew brighter at the sight of his silver knife as it glinted in the moonlight. The cork was soft under the sharp point of the blade and it came out with ease.

“Ladies first.” He said, handing the now opened bottle to the woman. The aroma of the rich wine swirled into the air between them. Her fingers grazed against his hand as she grabbed it. He resisted the urge to rub at the spot she touched.

“Why, thank you.” She chuckled, bringing it to her lips. Her nose scrunched as she registered the bitter taste on her tongue. She shook her head slightly almost as if she was rejecting the alcohol’s flavor but persisted as she swallowed it down.

“Whatever takes the edge off.” She said breathlessly when she caught the look of amusement on Eren’s face. He chuckled softly as he took the bottle from her now outstretched hand, bringing it up towards his own lips. The deep red liquid burned down his throat, but it ended in a pool of warmth in the pit of his stomach, the buzz of alcohol already taking into effect.

“Can I ask a question?” Eren suddenly said, passing the wine back to her.

“Mhm.” Y/N replied, the sound of it echoing into the bottle as she took another sip.

“You said Ellie doesn’t like strangers.” He started, shifting his body so his back was now against the railing, mirroring Y/N’s position. They now sat facing each other, their features illuminated by the moon. He continued, “But she was fine with me and Gabby.”

“I think there was an advantage since we were the one’s barging in on you.” She replied, sheepishly, shrugging her shoulders. “Plus, I told you, she’s a good judge of character.”

“I’m not so sure about that.” Eren said, before he could think to stop himself. His eyes were trained to his lap.

“You don’t think you’re a good person?” Y/N asked, he glanced up to find her brows furrowed in what looked to be confusion.

“I haven’t done much to be proud of.” He answered simply. Y/N pursed her lips, the deeper meaning of his words hanging low above their heads. She held him under her gaze, irises flicking over his features as she considered what he just said.

“We’ve all done things we’re not proud of, Eren.” She said, breaking the silence that slowly started to form between them “There’s no getting past it if you want to survive.”

“Yeah but—”

“I murdered someone today.” She interrupted him. Eren’s mouth promptly shut, his mind going back to the man they encountered. One minute living, and in the next… There was a pause as she took another sip. Their fingers grazed again when she handed it back to him.

“It’s funny…” Y/N murmured, toying with a loose thread fraying from the sleeve of her hoodie. “That something like that comes so easy to me now, when eight years ago I could hardly even stomach seeing my own blood.”

“... I know what you mean.” Eren nodded, his thumb trailing against the open rim of the wine bottle.

“I remember every single one.” She practically whispered, “Do you?”

“Yeah.” Eren replied, his voice strained as he recalled the look in their eyes mere seconds before death, how red their blood was stained on his clothes and skin. He brought the wine up to his lips to try to force those images away.

“We have good reasons to ki— to do that.” Y/N continued. “Or at least we tell ourselves that. But it still haunts me every fucking second I’m alive.”

“Me too.” Eren responded, the taste of wine thick in his throat. Y/N offered him a melancholic smile at his admittance.

“I think that’s what differs between the good and the bad.” She said, “When you carry it— or actually— them with you.”

Eren moved back into his previous position, keeping his eyes trained on his boots, the actions of his past taunting him in the stiffness of his form. Of course, he remembered every single time he had to kill someone. But did he remember who they were? What they looked like? He sure as hell didn’t know their names. He never wanted to know their names or what they were like. He would kill them and move on because that’s what he told himself to do. Shame in the form of blinding white heat licked up the skin of his cheeks. Y/N’s integrity made him feel somewhat small.

“I’m… not a good person.” Eren muttered, surprised he had the guts to say it out loud.

“But you’re not a bad person, either.” Y/N replied, as if she were sure of it. “And if I can be honest… I think that makes you human.”

Eren glanced sideways to find Y/N’s warm gaze trained on him. It soothed away any form of diffidence that was threatening to worm into Eren’s brain. Even replacing it with an unfamiliar feeling of consolation as an involuntary half smile crept onto his features. Or maybe it was the wine that was now invading his bloodstream. He narrowed his eyes at her, playfully.

“I thought you said your dog could tell when someone’s a good person or not?” He teased, handing the bottle back to her. She smirked at him as she took it.

“Hey, I said she was a good judge of character. That doesn’t make you Jesus Christ.” She replied before taking another swig of wine.

“Are you using the lord’s name in vain? At church?” Eren mocked, feigning offense. Y/N threw her head back, her soft tinkling laughter swirling into the air and settling into Eren’s bones. His own grin now stretched across his lips. The harrowed tension from just moments ago melting away with surprising ease.

“I can’t believe you know how to make a joke.” Y/N quipped, once her laughter died down into subdued giggles, passing the wine back to Eren.

“I take offense to that.” Eren retorted, but the smile was still fully present on his face. “I’m not a monster, you know? I’m still capable of making jokes.”

“Could’ve fooled me.” She replied, shifting her body to sit upright next to him, nudging her shoulder against his own. His body rocked back and forth with the movement, exhaling air out of his nose in a form of silent laughter. “I think I like this side of you.”

“I think I like you seeing this side of me.” Eren countered, the words falling off of his tongue before he could stop himself. He felt as Y/N stilled beside him. He was almost too afraid to look, but his teal gaze flickered up towards her face to find her staring, wide eyed, back at him. His heart stuttered at the sight of her parted lips, her chest heaving slowly with her deepened breaths. Silence fell between them once more as they held each other’s stare.

And then, she sucked in a breath. “I should get you drunk more often. You’re nicer this way.”

Eren chuckled, shaking his head as he took another sip. “It’ll take more than a few sips of wine to get me drunk.”

“So, what? You’re being nice on a technicality?” She questioned, swiping the alcohol back from Eren. This time it was his turn to nudge her with his shoulder.

“Something like that.” He smirked as he watched her. Y/N averted her eyes from his stare, tilting her head back to take another sip. She smacked her lips against the taste, pulling Eren’s gaze towards her mouth, her supple lips darkened by the wine.

“Since you’re being so agreeable…” The woman started, making Eren realize exactly what he was staring at, he forced himself to look away, back into the shadows. “Might as well get to know each other a little better.”

“What do you have in mind?” Eren asked.

“I don’t know, we could play Truth or Truth?” She offered, Eren raised a brow at her words.

“I thought it was Truth or Dare?” He questioned.

“Yeah, but no one really wants to do a dare.” Y/N retorted. “This way we can just ask questions back and forth.”

“And if I don’t want to answer?” Eren asked, inquisitively. She just replied with a sneaky smile, holding up the wine as a response. A soft ‘ah’ escaped Eren’s lips, followed by more soft laughter.

It felt strange to Eren— to be able to laugh like this. To feel like this. From the outside looking in, they must’ve looked… normal. A man and a woman, getting to know each other over a drink. No one could have guessed the unimaginable horrors they had to commit to be able to be sitting there now. Just a mere few days ago, Eren would not believe it for a second if you had told him this is where he would be. And now that he was here, he decided not to question it.

“Okay, then.” Eren breathed, straightening his back and rubbing his palms against the rough fabric of his jeans. “You go first.”

“Okay.” Y/N parroted the first word, her smile flashing with excitement, “Truth or Truth?”

Eren rolled his eyes but ultimately decided to humor her anyway. “Truth.”

“What is your… favorite color?” She asked, leaning her forearms against her thighs, tilting her head to keep her eyes on Eren.

“That’s pretty tame.” Eren noted, earning an eye roll back from the woman.

“Duh.” She replied, “I’m not gonna just dive into the deep stuff first. We have to work our way to that.”

“Uh-oh, the deep stuff?” Eren repeated, “That’s what we’re doing here?”

“Thus the basis of the game we’re playing.” She teased, the wine sloshing in the bottle as she emphasized her words with her hands. “That’s what getting to know one another entails.”

“Right, I should’ve known.” He said, a soft smile dancing on his lips, “Um, my favorite color…”

There was a pause at that. When was the last time he had thought about something as trivial as what color he liked most? His mind was coming up with a blank.

“I don’t have one.” He answered honestly with a shrug of his shoulders. The woman gaped at him.

“You don’t have a favorite color?” She questioned, her eyes wide with offense as if his answer was truly despicable.

“Nothing comes to mind.” He told her, unthinkingly grabbing the wine from Y/N’s hands. He took another sip.

“That’s just sad.” Y/N responded, clicking her tongue as she watched him. Eren ignored her rebuke, retorting back with a question of his own, despite the rules of the made up game.

“What’s yours?”

The woman paused, stopping to think, and then she narrowed her eyes at him. “I feel as though that’s unfair.”

Eren laughed, the deep sound of it rumbling through his chest. “How so?”

“If I don’t get to know your favorite color, you don’t get to know mine.” She said simply, turning her nose up away from him in feigned condescension. And then promptly after that, she stole the alcohol back, her movements swift.

“That doesn’t make any sense.” Eren argued, throwing his hands up in exasperation, once they were free. “I don’t even know mine, how am I supposed to offer an even trade?”

Eren watched as she took a swig of the stolen alcohol, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Well, maybe you should figure out your favorite color then," she taunted him with a playful smirk. “As for mine, it’s a secret… for now.”

His lips curled into a matching smirk of his own at her teasing. He shook his head, leaning back, stretching his long legs out on the stairs in front of him. The alcohol was bringing him down to a relaxed state— yet another foreign concept for him.

“We must be pretty bad at this game if we can’t even get through the surface level questions.” Eren noted.

“Maybe we should’ve skipped to the deep stuff.” Y/N agreed, leaning against one hand, palm pressed into the wood beneath them, her body inclined towards his at the change in position. Her knee was now resting against his upper thigh. This time, she didn’t pull away. Eren wondered if the contact between their bodies meant anything to her, or if it was all just insignificant. Perhaps it was, if she could lean into him so effortlessly, without a second thought. He swallowed, his eyes trained on the point of contact.

“Might as well give it a shot.” Eren suggested, inhibitions now completely out the window. Was it the alcohol that had his tongue moving so freely? Or the woman beside him.

“Alright then.” She grinned, setting the bottle down on the porch with a soft thunk. As the sound faded into the night, it was replaced by a comfortable quiet as Y/N took the time to think of her next question. Eren shifted his leg, it pressed deeper against her knee, almost to the point where it was resting on top of his thigh. She still didn’t remove herself from him. Eren took this as a silent acceptance to this strange new concept added to their still-forming relationship. He allowed himself to relish in her warmth.

“Have you ever been in love?” She said, breaking the silence. A juvenile question compared to the much harsher subjects they had already stumbled upon during their time out on the porch— But a question that had Eren freeze, his stomach churning with apprehension. He sat up straight, losing Y/N’s warmth as he braced his hands on the step beneath him.

“Yes… No— I don’t know.” He stumbled through the words. Y/N’s question had taken him off-guard, his fumbling actions doing the same to her. She stared at him with furrowed brows as she sat up beside him. A hand, smaller than his own, rested on his shoulder. He tensed under her touch, not used to the comforting gesture. Though unfortunately, his knee-jerk reaction caused her to pull her hand away.

“You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.” She offered, smiling gently, her hand now searching for something behind them, and then a lifeboat was revealed in the form of a bottle of wine.

“Remember the rules of the game?”

Eren shot her a grateful look, slipping the bottle from her fingers as he took a long pull from the bottle. When he finally came up for air, he brought a thumb to his lips, wiping away an excess left behind by the wine.

He looked to find Y/N staring at the spot his thumb just was.

“I, um…” He spoke out loud, the sound of his voice pulling Y/N out from whatever deep thought she was in. Their eyes met. He shook his head, trying to find the right words. He decided to start his sentence over.

“It’s not like I don’t want to tell you about it.” He murmured. “It’s just…”

“Complicated?” She gave him the word, offered with an understanding smile. He nodded in agreement.

“I know how you feel.” Y/N told him. He swallowed, his tongue forming around a question that had been on his mind for a while now.

“Does this have to do with that friend of yours?” Eren had no idea where he found the bravery to ask such a thing. If she got offended by his new found intrusiveness, he would just blame it on the burn of alcohol that sat deep in his belly, made more obvious with each sip he took. Maybe he should stop. He set the bottle down.

“Which friend?” Y/N asked. He wasn’t sure if she was acting obtuse on purpose or if she knew what she was doing, trying to evade who Eren was bringing up.

“Jean.” The name flowed freely out of his throat. It was only mentioned once, but it had been flitting through his brain every time he thought of Y/N in a way he wasn’t supposed to. Which was more often than he’d like to admit. The memory of her bare skin in the moonlight would soon be chased down with guilt, along with the mystery man whose name made her face look like that.

Her lips were parted, eyes wide and shimmering, her eyebrows furrowed with… worry? She shook her head, eyes pointing down towards her shoes.

“No… He wasn’t— It wasn’t like that with him.” She explained, somewhat awkwardly. “I mean, we traveled together for a few years and we acted on it once.”

Eren’s heart lodged itself in his throat. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to hear this.

“We’re only human, you know? And humans have urges, so one thing led to another and…”

She paused. Eren’s breathing was heavy.

“... And?” He must have been a masochist.

“It was like sleeping with my brother.” She grimaced at the memory, body shuddering, her words sounding resolute when she added, “We vowed to never try anything like that again.”

Eren nodded, feeling a strange mix of relief and annoyance prickling his skin. He tried to shake it away.

“So he wasn’t the one?” He tried to joke, but the words almost caused him to choke. Luckily, the woman beside him took it as intended. A single soft laugh protruded from her lips as she shook her head.

“No. Definitely not.” She replied, her hands now tucked between her thighs.

“Besides… I doubt I’ll ever have a chance at love. Seems foolish to bet on… especially now.” Y/N finished. Somehow these words were the ones that bothered Eren the most. He glanced over at her to find her staring wistfully into the forest stretching out in front of them.

“Not even if you’re the last two people left on earth?”

Her eyes snapped to meet his gaze, somehow sparking through the dark of the night. That same look from before flashed across her features, but this time it was because of him. Pride hung low deep in his chest.

“What do you mean by that?” She breathed, eyebrows furrowed, shimmering eyes flicking over his features to find the answer.

Eren shrugged, unconsciously leaning towards her. “Just that… maybe you shouldn’t count yourself out.”

“I never pegged you as an optimist.” She joked, but her words were still breathless. Eren’s eyes flickered down to her lips as it tilted into a half smile.

“I’m not.” Eren agreed, taking in his own deep breath. The mint of her conditioner invaded his senses once again. Was she getting closer? “But perhaps our luck has changed.”

“Our luck?—” She questioned, tilting her head slightly to the side in curiosity.

“—Your, I meant your luck.” He chuckled airily. His breath fanned over the skin of her cheeks. The only reason he knew this was because it had bounced back onto his own. Their noses were centimeters apart.

“Right.” Y/N grinned, a teasing lilt to her tone. Eren couldn’t help but smile back at her. Though hers was soon lost within a small gasp, when his nose finally brushed against her own. The touch was soft, Eren almost thought he had imagined it, but the thought was soon disproven when he registered the way her breath hitched.

“Eren.” She whispered, but it almost sounded like a beg. Heat surged through Eren’s body from his name on her lips. Lips that were so close to touching his own, if he moved just a millimeter forward…

A loud, resounding creak rang out into the quiet night from behind them, causing the two of them to jump apart. They both whipped to where the sound had come from to find nothing but the closed front door of the church. It must have been the building settling in on its foundation. And though it had turned out to be nothing, it had still broken the spell.

Y/N was on her feet.

“It’s getting late.” She said suddenly, her hand scratching at the back of her head. “I should probably get to bed.”

Eren stood as well.

“Oh, um, yeah.” He replied. “Me too.”

“You’re not gonna stay up and take watch?” He could tell she was trying to tease him, but it fell flat as she stared at him with eyes filled with what seemed to be regret. His stomach dropped.

“‘No… Not tonight.” Eren said, shifting his weight between his feet. “I think I had too much to drink.”

It was a lie. They both knew it. But it was also the perfect excuse.

“Right. Yeah. Same.” She flitted through the words as realization dawned on her of what he was trying to do. Looks like she was jumping at the chance of an easy out.

They stared at each other for a little bit longer, as if they were both waiting for the other to take it back. But no one did. And then the church creaked again, pulling them out of whatever trance they were in.

No other words were exchanged that night as they shuffled back inside and settled down for the night.

The wood of the pew that Eren chose as his bed that night was stiff against his back. His eyes were wide open, staring up at the highrise ceilings, eyeline following the pattern of the rafters. Regrets and desires played in a taunting game of tug-of-war within the confines of his mind. Eren didn’t know how he was going to get any sleep that night.

Though eventually he did, and he didn’t even realize he had fallen asleep until his current dream was interrupted. It was a nice dream too, one where everything went right. But it all faded away once he heard the sound of shuffling footsteps, and then frantic whispering, and then finally the click of a revolver pistol. The barrel pressing harshly into the center of his forehead.

“So, you’re the motherfucker who killed Colt.”

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A/N: My favorite thing ever about zombie content, is that it is the perfect medium to showcase the butterfly effect. So the next chapter will be about the consequence of killing that (not-so) rando guy from last chapter!!! I really hope you enjoyed what you read!! please feel free to message me about whatever you like!! ILYSM!!! (omg also edit to the authors note: did y’all notice my hunger games reference hehehehhe)

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