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sandsorghum · 1 year

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03.02.2023

1st fic of 2023, and obviously it's for a very special someone's birthday! I would also like to dedicate this to the person who so graciously and generously encouraged me to keep writing in 2022, in their hands all my scraps and ramblings and odd ends become treasure maps for plots and perhaps even a few things yall can keep a look out for down the road 👀

That individual is none other than @sukunasun. Not only are they galaxy-brained, they're somehow both the comet from which i tailspin and the sextant parsing constellations from the cosmic chaos of my fictitious obsessions. They're both moonbeam and moonshine, without them i would be lost and have to face that most horrible prospect of sobriety. TLDR if you're a JJK fan and not following them wtf are you doing with your existence. Go, be illuminated.

Anyway I wish I had more time to polish up this piece but I didn't want to procrastinate any further, so hope yall enjoy this. Feedback and reblogs greatly appreciated as always!

Studies in Graphite

Genre: High School AU, Humour, Romance WC: 2.6k Point of inspiration

You abhor these afternoon classes. They were despicable especially at the height of summer.

The post lunch haze was extra insufferable, the satiation from a food coma conspiring to coil anaconda like around your bones, urging hibernation. You had anvils for eyelids and the drone of the teacher only added extra weight to them.

But there was one thing helping to keep you awake, a singular saving grace that prevents you from entirely loathing the midday heat which made the hours ooze by excruciatingly. You don’t mind the minutes melting together, the taunt of the second hands’ tick tocks is ameliorated by the way he’s illuminated.

Your classmate sits one desk and several eternities away from you, silhouette radiant against the 4pm sun. The sharp slope of his nose and the jutting edges of his jawline cast shadows in all the right places, delicate strands of his fringe that frame his face begging for a breeze. Still, that forehead remains unfurrowed, even with the bead of perspiration that rolls past his temple, arcing across the high cut of his cheeks to drip down in the hollow of his throat. Your own grows scratchy and dry at the descent of this dewy melodrama, mesmerizing in its mundanity, causing you to swallow hard.

The pen perched upon his lips inspires you to lick your own chapped, cracked ones as he fiddles and flicks the writing instrument around, so his knuckles now rest against that plush bottom lip, joint tentatively pressed in thought to it.

God, how the sun adores Geto Suguru.

And then there were those eyes, brighter than any beam daring to stream in through the windows to challenge his gleaming coal gaze. It appears attentive enough and yet he exudes an aura of boredom. If only that sight might slide a couple inches to his right, where you were. Although, you realise immediately as the thought forms, that’s a foolish thing to wish for - he’d catch you staring, and you’d burn to a crisp in a moment.

Focus, you chide yourself, dropping your eyes to your notebook, graphite grazing against the paper in languid loops and swoops. You could never quite get his expression right, maybe fuller lashes, or a little less shading of the philtrum?

There’s an echo of annoyance in the distance, words muffled by their irrelevance but then you hear the syllables most familiar to you spill from an unfamiliar voice, much closer and quivering with the timbre of amusement. He knows your name? Your sight flicks to the side, and oh, there’s the quirk of Geto’s lips to match your silly little hopes. They tilt further with the incline of his head, and at last you trace the sound of exasperation to your teacher.

“Uhm, sorry sir, what was that?” you stutter, shooting up too abruptly and knocking your textbook to the floor.

With a long suffering sigh, the teacher repeats himself.

“Name the solution.”

“Just one second, Yaga-sensei…” You scramble to retrieve your book, bending down but a pair of hands beat you to it. Suguru passes it to you, mouthing page 56.

You duck your head in an abashed gesture of appreciation, flipping like a hurricane through the pages. You clear your throat, stalling for time as you frantically scan for the relevant question. Suguru hums low, signaling assistance and your eyes dart over to his index, tapping the top right corner of his page. You feel the glare of your teacher barreling towards your bowed head yet you still steal a second to flash Suguru a grateful grin before glancing at where he’s hinted.

Perfect! You actually knew this one for once.

Triumphantly you raise your head, reciting in a voice loud and clear, “Here we can apply Pythogoras’ Theorem, which is a squared plus b squared equals…”

You trail off noticing your teacher’s perplexity at your unwarranted confidence, though it switches to irritation in a moment.

“If you’d like to join us, we’re on page 89,” he says in a clipped tone.

“Ah, right. Sorry…” your fingers fly through the pages.

“...of the geography textbook,” he adds after an unnecessarily cruel pause.

It’s not the tittering that swells over the rest of the classroom that make your ears burn scarlet, it’s the stifled snort from the side. Your entire body freezes but your eyes snap to the left, rebelling against your better instincts. And now you’re really scorching, regarding the way Geto Suguru has clasped a palm over his mouth to choke back his chortles, but you see them wracking his body, belly tensing and convulsing with slight shudders.

Amidst the inferno of your infuriation and shame, any gratitude towards Geto goes up in smoke. Still, some small part of you appreciates the view before you, his eyes glittering with mischief, attention fully on you and your seething stare, as you expect embers of embarrassment to spark where your fingernails bite into your palms. Alas, even the gasoline fumes of his grin don’t ignite any real flames in your hands to char that stupid smirk off him.

You’ve heard the rumours, Geto Suguru was pegged to be the next valedictorian.

But now, for a fact, you know he’s also made it to the top of your list of Handsome Assholes Not to Trust. Ever.

As you slump back into your seat, dignity shriveled, you barely register the exasperated sigh of your teacher.

“Would anyone else like to volunteer the answ- oh great.” His grumble gets cut off by the shrill of the bell, indicating the end of the period and thankfully, the school day.

You haul up your books and hurry out to the corridor, deliberately ignoring Geto calling after you, despite how sweet the syllables sound ringing out from him.

You yank your locker door open, snatching your bag and stuffing everything into it haphazardly. You had to get off campus as quickly as possible but - your pack feels less bulky than usual. You’re missing your notebook. Shit, it had all your assignments - or more accurately the distractions from your assignments in it. You rummage through files and folders. Of course your bag chose this precise moment to unfathomably transform into a black hole, of course -

“Looking for this?”

And of course Geto Suguru had to be the one holding up the very thing you were looking for, bemusement twinkling in his eyes. As he strides toward you, you wonder if the inexplicable cosmic phenomena in your bag could swallow you up first.

It doesn’t, naturally.

“Hello,” Geto says, unnaturally chipper. “You dropped this just now.”

You can tell by the sparkle in his eyes the worst has happened, he’s already rifled through it.

“Give it back,” you snap, holding your hand out. Geto’s a good several feet taller than you, you’re not about to humiliate yourself in front of him a second time today by treating him like a basketball hoop.

He waves it back and forth anyway, seeing if he can get a rise out of you. And sure, if someone popped an old-fashioned thermometer in your mouth, the mercury would be rocketing up.

“You’re so quiet, I always took you for the diligent, studious type ya know? Turns out you’re quite the day dreamer, aren’t ya?”

“Give it back,” you repeat with pitch-perfect stoicism.

“But I wonder what you dream about at night,” Geto muses, as if you were mute. “Or should I say who?”

That thermometer under your tongue has turned into a cat’s claw.

He presses the spine of your notebook to the corners of his mouth in mock contemplation, and your mind screams louder Don’t say anything! Just make him submit with your stare. Your brain always provides the best advice.

That your mouth just doesn't abide by.

“That’s none of your business. Probably nightmares of Yaga-sensei, thanks to you.”

“Sorry, sorry. You were just so perfect…”

“Excuse me?” You’re caught wholly off guard by the combination of Geto’s half-assed apology and what seems to be his entirely sincere compliment.

“For my plan,” he elaborates, advancing toward you. Your heart skips a beat for every step Geto takes closer to you.

“Class was almost over, I just needed an incident to make sensei forget about giving us homework. Or maybe, a few more minutes to help me get through the day,” he hums, voice dropping low. You don’t need to lean forward to hear Geto, with how he’s looming over you now, your body caged between the locker and his arm.

“Either way, you were the perfect distraction.”

“If you want to express your thanks, you ought to return my property.”

You clutch your bag to your chest, trying to form some sort of shield between you and the hot gust of Geto’s chuckle. Or perhaps it’s a sound barrier, so he doesn’t detect the drumming of your heart; you have a hunch that’s futile though.

“Your property? See, I don’t know about that. Sure, you bought this book, but the intellectual property inside, the likenesses of certain images, that I certainly don’t remember authorizing the replication of...”

“You gonna stand there and lecture me about...about copyright infringement?” You huff, incredulous.

“Well, no,” Suguru cocks his head, contemplating your retort.

“I suppose involving you in my earlier stunt is payback enough.”

“Payback?”

“Mmhmm, for invasion of privacy.”

“You’re the one who went through the contents of my-”

“You must have taken a picture of me without my permission,” Geto frowns, as if disappointed that you’d try to fib so pathetically.

“I didn’t!”

“Hm? How else do you explain the quality of your art? You must have had some sort of reference, or sneaky recording.”

“I- I did no such thing! I just drew you from memory and thought about your face a lot!” You yell, composure shattering like glass. You see Geto’s smug victory reflected in its shards.

Too late you realise the outburst his accusation triggered is just what he wanted.

“All that from memory? It’s awfully accurate, that’s impressive.” Geto murmurs, and you’re taken aback again by how much he means his praise.

“You honestly think that?” You mumble, temporarily forgetting the original transgression that allowed him to have any opinion of your work in the first place.

Geto nods, holding your gaze level with his. “Although you probably shouldn’t doodle in class so you can avoid humiliating scenarios.”

“Oh yea, and what should I call this then?”

“Well, we’re technically outta class now, I can’t give you any guarantees there.”

Your breath hitches with the slender finger that Geto slyly slides beneath your chin, tilting them so your mouth is perfectly angled to meet the one you’ve been fixated on for months, breaking in dozens of 2B pencil points on their outline, the precise shape of their smirk remaining elusive. Now, that you had an up-close study though…

“I - um - I suppose I should concentrate during lessons more,” you admit, “Art’s not a real subject anyway…”

Geto’s lips twitch downward in the same motion he arches a brow.

“Not real?” There’s a huskiness, a promise, a risk to his rhetorical inquiry.

“This subject doesn’t feel real to you?”

Suddenly, a weight collides against your mouth, Suguru’s scent invades your senses - but not his taste; something feels wrong. There’s just the texture and flat flavour of wood pulp, no warmth of flesh or curve of a wicked grin crashing against your lips, certainly no wet muscle stroking along them, probing aggressively for entrance.

You had cinched your eyes shut to brace for the impact of your first ever kiss but they fly open again to investigate the abnormal sensations, so foreign to your fantasies. You’d always anticipated some degree of incongruity with reality but this wasn’t how any man’s mouth should feel, definitely not Suguru’s. You would know, after all, you had devoted a...not insignificant amount of time and mental capacity considering what his in particular might feel like.

The cunning bastard’s gone and slipped the notebook between your mouths, the pages pressed between lips. Fortunately (or unfortunately?) the notebook’s less thick than when you’d purchased it. In your exasperation you’d torn out dozens of pages of failed starts and imperfect sketches of Suguru. And now, you’re further frustrated by the irony that if only you’d ruined more of your drawings, the individual you’d based them on would perhaps have been able to give you a proper kiss, damned fantasy obstructing reality.

But even now, you feel his heat, his hunger.

This close to him, your noses are brushing, foreheads bumping. Obviously you can’t see the smirk etched on his mouth blocked by the notebook, but it’s traveled to his sparkling eyes, mirth apparently finding permanent residence there. You think it probably is unlucky after all, for the pages to be so thin, you wouldn’t want anyone catching you and Geto Suguru making out (not making out?) in the school hallways, that would be-

“Oiii Suguru, I’m finally freaking done! Let’s head to the arcade, I’m gonna smash your Street Fighter record!”

You glimpse a shock of white hair and dark sunglasses, and hurriedly shove Suguru away.

“Oh. Is there another record you’re more interested in setting?”

Suguru shakes his head at his best friend’s snarky comment. Birds of a feather, you think, dazed at the close shave. You barely register Suguru curling his fingers around you, but the light squeeze of his hand sends a bloom of warmth rushing through your body.

“I was just swapping notes with her,” Suguru responds nonchalantly.

“Yeah? Looked more like you were swapping spi-”

“How about you get some practice rounds in first, you could use the head start.”

“Now you’re telling me not to dawdle? After spending all semester sighing about…”

Your schoolmate squints at you, then his friend, then back at you. His face is inscrutable beneath his shades, but Suguru seems to have picked something up.

“Give us a few minutes, Satoru. Alone.”

He clasps his hands behind his head, scoffing, “Right, because that needed emphasis.”

“Whatever. Bring enough change later, no excuses for copping out this time,” he drawls, drifting back down the hall. You turn back towards Suguru.

“Street Fighter?”

“It’s an ongoing bet. Long story,” he responds with a vague gesture.

“Right.”

You lock eyes with him, curiosity ballooning, the question you’re so tempted to ask stretching the silence even tauter. For once, your muse studies you instead, patient and observant.

Slowly you ask, “Was I really that obvious in class?”

Suguru shrugs - or attempts to, the jerky movement of his shoulders syncing with the grin splitting his face. “Nah I just have extraordinary peripheral vision.”

You bury your face in your palm, fingers valiantly attempting to dam back the flood of blood to your cheeks.

“You know, I wouldn’t have noticed if the resemblance wasn’t that striking.”

You shoot a glare at him. “Are you humble-bragging about your looks right now?”

He laughs, an unfettered full-throated ribbon of sound reverberating in your bones. “Not intentionally. I just meant, you’re talented. You should keep it up.”

He notes the incredulity wrinkling across your expression and his smile widens.

“In fact,” he taps the hand clutching your notebook. It’s light and playful, but there’s a touch more tenderness in his tone, “if you want to keep improving your drawing skills, next time just ask me to be your model, all right? I can’t promise I’ll sit still the whole time though.”

Airily, too daringly, you reply, “I don’t expect you to.”

Suguru’s eyes glint, in recognition of your challenge.

Since that day, you've stopped tearing out the pages.

Not that it really mattered how thick or thin your notebooks were when the pictures leaped out of them at you, that same charcoal gaze turning your skin to canvas; His very own work of art, a portrait to savour in private.

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darling-i-read-it · 1 year

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The Rowboat

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: SPOILERES FOR STRANGER THINGS SEASON 4, major plot spoilers!, violence, some gore

Author’s Note: yall loved my shitty first fic for eddie so here is one i actually liked lol! Steve and Billy content coming soon!

Summary: You go to the boathouse to get eddie after hearing people are after him

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

(not my gif)

“Wait Lucas slow down slow down. You’re saying the basketball jocks think that Eddie killed Chrissy? My Eddie? Eddie Munson?”

“Repeating his name back to me does not make it any less true! They’re trying to find him right now! I’ve gotta find Dustin, they think he knows where Eddie is.”

You were standing in the doorway of your house, staring down at Lucas Sinclair. He had just told you that his ‘friends’ were dead set on doing something to Eddie for what happened with Chrissy. You had been waiting at your house in case he decided to come around for some shelter or something but no such luck. You hadn’t really been let into the loop.

“I don’t know where he is though. Eddie or Dustin,” you explained.

“Well then we have to find them. I can radio Dustin and he can send you directly to Eddie to hide him somewhere safe.” You nodded quickly. You grabbed a coat and shut the door, not bothering to tell your parents where you were going because you really had no idea. Your keys were already in your pocket and you unlocked the door.

“Radio him then. We probably have to be fast. Those jocks have one mind between the four of them.”

You dropped Lucas off at the school and sped towards Reefer Ricks. You had only been there one time but you remembered the way. Eddie didn’t like to take you around there, he said it was bad news. You tried to tell him that he seemed to be there all the time but he was having none of it. You were not to get mixed in with anything dangerous, no matter how close to him it was.

If only he knew why you were going there now.

You made a sharp turn into the gravel road and quickly came to a stop. You looked into the house, noting that all the lights were off. You pursed your lips. If you were Eddie, where would you be hiding?

You locked your car and walked slowly up the steps only to catch the lights on in the garage/boat house. Your eyebrows flattened. Dumbass.

You half jogged half walked over and knocked on the door, just to let him know someone was there in case he wasn’t hiding already. You opened the door slowly, peeking around the mess.

“Eddie? It’s me!” you called into the seemingly empty room. You shut the door behind you and surveyed the mess on the table of food and the one light on in the middle of the room. Underneath the boat tarp rose your boyfriend, scaring the hell out of you.

“What are you doing here?!” You held your chest, shaking your head.

“Helping you! Why didn’t you call?!” He climbed out, stumbling and then almost falling onto the ground. You grabbed his arm to keep him steady.

“Because I didn’t want you mixed up in this,” he muttered, shaking his head. “I don’t even know what this is!”

“Dustin told me,” you said softly. He looked more scared then you had ever seen him before. Eddie was usually easy going in the worst of situations. You had no doubt that whatever he had actually seen had been traumatic and awful. “Lucas also says the fucking basketball jocks are coming to get you. We have to move you somewhere safe.” “This is safe,” he argued. “No one found me yet.”

“Except Dustin and Steve and Robin and me and-”

“Okay I get it I get it. You have any ideas sweets?” He let out a tired exasperated sigh.

“Anything is better than your poor excuse of a hiding spot under that tarp. Maybe we should just drive and keep fucking driving,” you suggested. He scoffed, scratching the back of his head.

“Not a bad idea.” You could hear gravel upturning outside. You both turned around and reached for each other. You had grabbed his left elbow and he was clutching your side for dear life. “Shit. Shit shit shit. You have to go. Run. I don’t care, go, get, scat.” He was shoving you out the door like they wouldn’t see you leaving.

“Eddie I’m not just gonna leave you.”

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Brothers Best Friend

Billy Hargrove x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: making out

Author’s Note: i’ll never get tired of writing for this asshole

Requested: by anon, i just rewatched stranger things and i’m back on my billy hargrove bs lol so i’d like to request billy x reader where reader is dustin’s sister and billy and her are in a somewhat secret relationship and since dustin doesn’t know he’s trying to set steve up with her and then they all find out she’s with billy somehow (walking in on them or something idk) something like that. i know it’s kinda vague sorry about that (also i feel like dustin's reaction to finding them out would be really funny lol ) thanks 😉

Song: feels like heaven by ariel pink

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

(not my gif)

You looked across the pool at where Billy was perched on the lifeguard seat. There was a flock of moms sprawled out beside him, watching his every move. It made you giggle to yourself, knowing that when he came down from that seat he would be heading straight for you. Not in an egotistical way, just in a way that you knew was true.

“Hey!” Dustin called. I turned my head to the side, meeting the eyes of my little brother. I let out an annoyed sigh, taking off my sunglasses.

“What are you doing here Dustin?”

“It’s the public pool,” he said dumbly. “Mom said that you need to come home soon.”

“You came all the way to tell me that?”

“Well we were coming to the pool anyway.” He gestured to his friends that were gathered at the end of the pool. You recognized them all by name, you had gotten to know them each pretty well over the years. Even Eleven who had just fought half an apocalypse with you.

You let out an annoyed sigh and got up, grabbing a towel even though you haven't been in the pool.

“Did she say why?” “I don’t know,” Dustin said as he was walking away from you. You glanced back up at the lifeguard's seat and found Billy was no longer there. He had been replaced with Heather Holloway. You looked around, trying not to look too desperate when your eyes finally landed on Billy who was walking towards you through the crowd of desperate moms. You smiled and wrapped the towel around your waist.

“You aren’t leaving are you?” he inquired, putting his whistle between his lips.

“Without seeing my favorite lifeguard? Never.”

“Is your sister sleeping with Billy?” Mike asked, pointing at the interaction.

“Please,” Dustin muttered. “To think my sister would stoop so low as to sleep with that dirtbag.”

In Dustin's eyes, Steve didn’t have a girlfriend and he had a sister who didn’t have a boyfriend. It was perfect. The sheer stupidity that you two haven’t gotten together got to his head often, especially when Steve struck out with every other girl he spoke to. You at least liked him.

“Where are we going?” you questioned. “You dragged me all the way out to the mall and won’t even let me go to Gap,” you complained. “Which is not how this relationship is supposed to work by the way. You’re my little brother.” “I want ice cream!”

“You just want to see Steve,” you teased. The two of you slowed to a stop in front of Scoops Ahoy, the ice cream shop where Steve worked. The line was nonexistent and you were able to order right away, though it was Robin behind the counter.

“Where’s Steve?” Dustin asked.

“Look, you've brought someone who isn’t a small child,” Robin mused. “I didn’t know you could do that.” She turned around and hit the wall. “Harrington!”

“What? It’s my break!” Steve yelled through the wall and then came around the side door. “Oh hey! Dustin! And Dustin's sister!”

“We��re in the same grade as Harrington,” you said. “Shouldn’t it be Y/N’s brother?”

“Well we were never in the same class,” Steve observed.

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Pinky Promise

Robert Pattinson! Bruce Wayne x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: i guess the personality is a bit of a spoiler but there are no plot points at all from the movie

Author’s Note: coming out of the woodworks for my DC boy Bruce Wayne? More likely than you think

Summary: You manage to get an interview with Bruce Wayne but he seems…more awkward then you had intended.

Genre: fluff

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

(not my gif)

Bruce Wayne was a hard man to get a hold of. Every time you tried to contact him it went through to the business who stated he was a very busy man, unable to speak to anyone at the moment. You understood that and you respected that. He was a rich man in the middle of Gotham where rich people were either corrupt or private. You were happy to know he was mostly just private, as far as anyone understood. He notoriously hated the press so you tried not to push to get an interview, like every other news channel. You had better things to cover than him most of the time.

Gotham never sleeps, after all.

You managed to scrounge together an appointment, but the front desk lady was currently giving you a grimace.

“He’s not in,” she said, slightly annoyed that you were even bothering to come to your appointment clearly. “I don’t know who made this time for you but they made a mistake. Mr. Wayne isn’t taking any interviews.” “Oh um I called about a month ago. It seemed like he was taking a limited number.”

“You probably won't catch him. He’s never home.” “It was my understanding he never left his house.”

“You understood wrong.” You pursed your lips, putting your palms down on the front counter.

“Is there any way I could wait?” She looked up at you, eyes narrow behind thick rimmed glasses.

“Sure,” she said. This must be what they did. Send people in, wait for them to get impatient and leave. You figured Bruce would never see you but still you walked past her into the hallway near the elevator and sat down. He lived on the top floor so if he was coming in through the front door he had to get to this elevator, surely.

You waited probably about six hours. You got some work done in the seat and pretended not to notice when the front desk lady peeked around the corner to see if you were still there.

Bruce arrived home around 6, half his face covered by hair and a dark black coat over his body. You stood up upon seeing him, clearing your throat.

“Mr. Wayne?” He looked at you nervously, skittish like.

“Yes?” “I’m Y/N Y/L/N. We had an appointment early this evening.”

“I don’t have any appointments,” he said, confused but not angry.

“I made it with a uh..” you looked down at your embarrassingly large stack of papers. You had been trying to get some work done. “Mr. Pennyworth?” His jaw set and he looked around nervously and then nodded once.

“You can come on up then.”

You tried to hide your smile and eagerly followed behind him to the elevator. He stood in front of you as the doors closed. You had never actually seen him in person. He was broad shouldered and kind of ruggishly handsome. You figured that being professional with him was never going to work so you tried to level yourself to him. You were both just people.

The doors opened and you followed him into his home.

You were stunned. Most of the rich guys you had interviewed had a modern looking penthouse, white walls, clean clear chairs. Bruce’s home looked ancient but gorgeous. There was some form of fancy architecture on every wall that you were consumed by. He noticed you staring and cleared his throat.

“I’m sorry you just have a beautiful house,” you said dumbly. “I could write a whole article on just these walls.” You put your hands against the wall gently, feeling the hard wood textures.

“So you’re a journalist?” he asked with his first hint of distaste.

“Yeah, sorry I should have been upfront.”

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1,994 notes - Posted March 6, 2022

First Couple Days

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: slight season 4 spoilers but not plot points just eddie and kind of what his role is, making out, being aggressively in love with each other

Author’s Note: this is kinda shitty but i wanted to do something aimless to get a grasp on eddies character/dialogue! The next one will be better, i promise. I have a couple ideas for him and steve (and billy lets me honest here) but wanted to throw this out into the void first

Summary: you and eddie just started to date and are keeping it a secret

Genre: fluff

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

(not my gif)

“This is you being not focused. This is actually like, the opposite of you being focused. Very unlike you,” Dustin said, waving his hand in front of Eddie’s face. He was staring forward, lips slightly opened. He cleared his throat, neck turning aggressively towards the smaller boy.

“I’m very focused.”

“You don’t look focused man,” Mike muttered, trying to look lowkey. “We have the campaign tonight. We need you at 100%.”

“You don’t need to tell me that Mikey. I am aware of the brain power it requires to beat you small children and company through till the end.”

“Well it isn’t the end yet,” Lucas said, looking up from his food.

They were sitting in the lunch hall, packed to the brim with people. Eddie tried to stare at his friends and listen to them. They were talking about the campaign that was going on tonight, the one that he had planned. It was a good one, they were all sure to enjoy it.

Yet at the same time his mind was elsewhere. He could see you sitting across the room, nose stuck in a book as you sat beside Nancy Wheeler. She was talking to you but you weren’t really listening. You had always had that relationship. He knew you had been friends for years, even when your personalities started to slightly drift apart.

Eddie and you had started to date secretly two days ago.

And he just couldn't bring himself to think seriously about anything except for you.

“What are you thinking about so hard?” Dustin asked. “You look ridiculous. Like your eyes are gonna pop right out of your head.” He made gestures with his hands and his eyes.

“How on Earth, you are going to survive tonight,” Eddie said offhandedly, a sly stupid smile on his face. You weren’t even paying attention to him? He was far away, sure, but you hadn’t even looked his way. Maybe he should stand on the table again.

“Fantastically. You’re no match for Mike and his spell casting abilities,” Dustin said proudly.

“Or Dustin's deception. We’re starting at 6 right?” Mike questioned.

“6:30. I have some…deals to make at 6. Open your ears small children, I already told you we were a bit later today.” Eddie snapped back into reality. He turned to Dustin, his tongue sticking through his teeth, eyebrows raised. “Understood?”

“Absolutely.”

“Max’s mom just wanted me to double check that Max was alright while she works double shifts,” you told Nancy as she drove you up between Max and Eddie’s place.

“Do you want me to stick around? I can drive you back. I told Jake to interview people at the game tonight.” “Nancy Wheeler taking a day off?”

“More like Nancy Wheeler needs to call her boyfriend,” she said, lips pursed. You laughed through your lips and shook your head.

“Have fun with Jonathan. I’m staying with Max for dinner then I’ll have her mom drop me off at home,” you explained, opening up the door. “Thank you.” You slid out of the car and then turned around. “When I said have fun with Jonathan I meant not too much fun. The government listens to our phone calls, you know.” She rolled her eyes.

“Get out.” You shut the door behind you, still smiling gently. She started to back away almost immediately. Nancy always had something she felt like she was running late for. You could always rely on her being the same in that regard.

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My #1 post of 2022

Eyes, Smiles and Touches

Billy Hargrove x fem!reader, Steve Harrington x fem!reader, Eddie Munson x fem!reader (some Robin Buckley x fem!reader)

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: some suggestive dialogue

Author’s Note: before you all ask im not writing a part 2 because then i would have to chose one of them and i REFUSE (billy)

Summary: You’re really close friends with three of the guys from Hawkins High. Also Billy didn’t die in starcourt cause reasons

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

(not my gif)

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smallstoriesiwrite · 3 years

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The boy who learned to love

Reiner x reader modern AU!

A/N: yes i had this idea off of tik tok i don't know if anyone has done it yet here (and if they have please tag me i would love to read it!!!) But I posted my best friend to this song every time i get it because I love the bitch too much and it came to my idea what if reiner was posted to this song! so yes i'm writing this hopefully it dont turn out shitty!

Like always take care of my loves and drink water and remember to love yall selves !!!!

@lemlemss

( I suggest you play the song as soon as you see this because I timed it hopefully this goes well!)

No one Pov:

It was a peaceful day at the Braun Residency.

From Gabi and Falco laughing while playing video games with Udo and Zofia.

To The Galliard brothers getting along with Reiner and Bertolt.

Along with Annie , Peick and Y/n sitting on the couch quietly conversating.

Miss Braun was busy cooking along the side of the mothers of the growing Teenagers to Adults one last time before the dreadful day came of sending them all off to University. Knowing that would be in a couple months still broke these mothers' hearts knowing that their children weren't so little anymore.

quickly brushing her hands on the towl miss Braun made her way to the living room seeing the growing adults laughing and chatting.

softly smiling she tapped her son

“Reiner! Tell y/n to meet me upstairs real quick.'' Reiner's mother whispered to his ear.

while making her way upstairs

reiner got up from where he was sitting and made his way to y/n

“Hey Babe! my mom said she needed you upstairs.” reiner said softly

looking up you see reiner eyes soften and a small smile was seen

nodding you excuse yourself from Peick and Annie and headed upstairs

walking up stairs you see the hallway filled with pictures of Reiners childhood.

from his first award ceremony

to his first Awkward dance,

and Lastly his highschool Graduation photo with just him and his mom.

smiling you headed to the master bedroom and knock silently when you heard a soft “come in”

Y/n Pov:

opening the door I see Miss Braun sit on the edge of her bed.

“Reiner said you wanted to see me? is everything okaY” i said making my way to her

she smiled and held my hands softly and looked up to me with tears in her eyes

“I just wanted to say thank you. Thank you for loving my son and being there for him when everything was at its worst. Reiner grew up hating love when his father left us. but my love wasn't even the start of the damage. Reiners' father engraved into our heads that Family was blood and that you didn't need anyone else. engraved us with hatred to anyone that wasn't him. but when he left us. it might have been the happiest day of my life.” she motioned me to sit on the bed with her and continued

“When he left it hurt Reiner. Gave him sadness but made him angry. Rage. Hatred. But y/n you got through those walls. when you come into his life and push through the walls of hatred , pain and fear. you showed my son that love isn't a good thing but actually is worth it. my son became happy and at peace with everyone. you my love, gave him access to an amazing group of Friends he considers family. You showed him that family isn't always blood. but family is the people who cared and loved you when you couldn't love yourself. and the day he brought you home as his first friend. I just knew you would be the one he ended up loving. And see, I was correct. He fell in love and god knows my boy is head over heels in love with you.” Smiling, I wiped her Tears from her eyes and held her cheek.

“loving your son makes me the happiest person in the world. and I wouldn't change it for the world.”

smiling she kissed my palm

and spoke

“Seeing you both go to the same university with scholarship makes me the happiest ever. you came into his world at the darkest and brought me my loving son back. Thank you. The reason I wanted you to come up here was to give you your early going away gift. I wanted to do this alone because I wanted to be a mother and daughter moment.”

standing up from the bed she walked to the dresser and pulled out a small box

“I can't really say in law yet. but i hope to be soon” she winked at me and sat down while handing me the box

“open it”

I carefully unwrapped the box to find a necklace locket.

I carefully opened it to see 3 pictures.

smiling i looked up with tears in my eyes

“Miss braun. you shouldn't have.”

“my dear, how many times do I have to tell you to call me mom. and my dear i bought this for you because i know the love you have for my son is more than i can ever imagine. It took me so long to get you for a going away gift when it hit me that you loved the locket necklace I wear with reiner and I took a photo with it. So I did some shopping and photo digging and i put those 3 photos in it. You and reiner first ever photo at the age of 11. Yalls senior dance photo and lastly a picture of you two kissing in graduation photos. I got the locket engraved with your initials and mine as well. so you can have a piece of me when you're far away.”

Before she can finish I engulf her in a hug.

“thank you”

“now let's not get all sad. Here let me help you put it on and head down stairs. knowing reiner he's going to be worried.” she said while helping me put on the necklace and ushered me down the stairs.

The night went on from laughing to singing to all of our friends and family sitting outside enjoying the starry night with the music very low in the back.

i was scrolling through my pictures while listening to Peick rant about her latest adventure when i see the picture of me and reiner laughing that Bet took on the night of our senior dance,

when suddenly an idea popped into my head

i went to instagram and went to my story and posted photos of reiner and i thought of our friendship to now. with Olivia's new song and tag him.

I am satisfied with the masterpiece I posted it.

When the post is finished I look to see reiners reaction.

Reiner was happily talking to Marcel when he looked down to check his phone.

Reiner Pov:

Mid conversation with Marcel I felt my phone buzz.

i looked at my phone and i can see it was a notification from Y/n from instagram,

I opened it and it led me to her story with photos of us.

i turned up the volume forgetting that my phone was connected to the speaker and i hear the song go

“Well, I hope you know how proud I am you were created

With the courage to unlearn all of their hatred

God, I hope that you're happier today

'Cause I love you, and I hope that you're okay”

i looked up to see my family and friends with concerning looks due to the fact the song was on loop.

“here” i say handing my Phone to my mother and watch as my family and friends croud my phone

while i made my way to y/n

i hear in the back

“AWWWWWWW”

“okay this is actually cute what the hell.”

“Bert are you crying ?!”

“y/n did it like on the tiktok ones!!!”

“okay why is everyone crying now.”

i pulled y/n into a hug and a long kiss.

pulling away i looked at her

“the only reason i unlearn all that hatred was because of you. so thank you for coming into my life.”

“i love you y/n l/n”

“and i love you Reiner Braun”

#reiner braun #reiner x reader #olivia rodrigo #fluff #modern au #angsty #childhood friends

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plainbrunettelbl · 4 years

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ABO (O) Amajiki Tamaki x (A) Reader Blushing Birthday Boy

Word count: 1679

Warning: Enough fluff to kill you.

Title: ABO (O) Amajiki Tamaki x (A) Reader Blushing Birthday Boy

Summary: It’s your Omega’s birthday and you can’t wait to take him out to celebrate!

(Gif not mine credit to the owner!)

🐙-You were excited to spend the day with your sweet Omega on his birthday! You had planned this day a week in advance just to make sure everything was perfect.

🐙-You didn’t tell him where you were taking him, wanting to surprise him when you pulled up to place. You excitedly pecked him on the cheek when he climbed into the car. He let out a quiet squeak before slumping into the leather chair in a blushing mess.

🐙-Your Omega was so adorable! Your Alpha purred at the sight of him.

🐙-“Happy Birthday, Omega! I can’t wait until we get there! We are gonna have so much fun today, Tamaki.” You beamed, pulling away from the curb and driving to the destination.

***

🐙-You parked the car and turned to him. You had made him close his eyes five minutes before you got there just to see his face when he opened his eyes are saw where you were.

🐙-“Okay! Open up, Tama.” You grinned, loving the way his indigo eyes reflected the sunlight hitting them.

🐙-“A carnival?” He questioned, looking at the twirling rides and white and red striped tents.

🐙-“Yeah! I am glad today is your birthday since this is their last weekend here.” You said, getting out of the car.

🐙-You walked over to his side and opened his door for him. Once his feet hit the ground you scooped him up in a hug. You Alpha nearly purring at his sweet smell rubbing off on you.

🐙-You should have scented him before you went into a crowd with a bunch of Alphas but you knew he would short circuit if you scented him it in public. For now, you were content in leaving a little of your scent on him with the hug.

🐙-“Are you excited, Omega? I asked Mirio if you ever been to a carnival before and he said no. I thought it would be cool to do something you haven't done before.” You said, pulling away and looking up until into his blushing face.

🐙-“Yeah, it seems fun.” He stuttered, still feeling the warmth of your body against his.

🐙-His Omega was begging him to stay wrapped up in your arms all day but he pushed his Omega’s thoughts down. His Alpha had planned this trip for him and he was gonna enjoy every second of it.

🐙-“Well come on Omega! The fun is about to begin!” You smiled, taking his hand and tugging him to the entrance.

***

🐙-You and Tamaki stood in line at the very first ride you saw. It was a huge roller coaster that had so many loops and turns it made you head spin just looking at it.

🐙-“There are so many sweet treats I know you are dying to try! Let’s get on a few rides before we start hitting up the food stands. I don’t want my Omega getting sick on their birthday!” You laughed, loving the way Tamaki was trying to hide with his face stuffed in your chest.

🐙-“Y/N...” Tamaki mumbled, nuzzling more into your chest.

🐙-“What’s up? If it’s about the food we don’t have to wait if you are hungry now. It’s your birthday so we are gonna do whatever you want.” You hummed, rubbing a hand down his back.

🐙-“I don’t think I can go on this ride.” He said, shivering a little.

🐙-Your Alpha sat up immediately, her protective instincts rushing forward.

🐙-“What’s wrong, Tamaki? Did I mess up? Are you afraid of roller coasters?” You asked, you heart stalling at the thought of ruining your poor Omegas birthday.

🐙-You had planned the perfect day and not taken into account that Tamaki might not like roller coasters.

🐙-“No, Alpha! I am willing to try them but I would prefer if we went on the ones that have more than one bar holding you down in place.” He mumbled, embarrassed at his own fear.

🐙-The smile bounced right back on your face.

🐙-“Why didn’t you say so sooner? Let’s go find another ride. This one looks like it would give us a headache anyways.” You hummed, dropping a peck on his forehead before pulling him away.

***

🐙-After a few rides, you and Tama finally hit up the food stands. Your Omega looked like he didn’t eat a lot but thanks to his quirk he could put away quite a lot of food.

🐙-“What do you want, baby? The turkey legs look good. I could go for a couple of hot dogs though.” You pointed out, looking at the menu.

🐙-From the corner of your eye, you saw Tamaki eyeing the ice cream vendor not too far from you.

🐙-You knew he wouldn’t ask for ice cream if you didn’t push him. He had wanted to pay for his ticket at the door. You had lightly scratched the back of his scalp and told him you were paying for everything today. He had melted in your grasp and didn’t put up much of a fight after that.

🐙-He usually wouldn’t let you spend a dime on him if it wasn’t needed.

🐙-Like you would sit by and let your Omega go dessertless after a meal. That was unthinkable. Your Alpha was determined to spoil your soft-spoken Omega.

🐙-“I think I will get a turkey leg and some chili fries if that is okay, Alpha?” Tama asked nervously eyeing the prices on the menu and looking back at you.

🐙-“Of course! You know what! I am feeling some fries too. How about I buy us a large order of chili fries to share?” You convinced, look sideways at your gentle mate.

🐙-You knew a small order of fries and a turkey leg wasn’t gonna fill him up so you would buy a big plate for him and pretend you were eating your fill.

🐙-He perked up at the suggestion.

🐙-“Sounds good, Alpha.” He hummed, wrapping his arms around your arm while you placed your order.

🐙-You both walked to a table not too far away and waited for it to be made.

🐙-“Are you having fun, Tamaki?” You questioned, pulling him closer to you by his waist.

🐙-“A lot of fun, Alpha! Thank you for bringing me.” He beamed, leaning down to drop a kiss on your lips.

🐙-“Are you sure? I know the crowd must be a lot for you.” You asked again, peering out at the bumbling crowd shifting around you both.

🐙-“Not if you are by my side, Y/N. Everything seems to fall away when I am in my Alpha’s arms.” He looked down a small smile on his face.

🐙-Your Alpha howled in pride.

🐙-“I’m glad to hear that, Tama. Looks like our order is ready. Let’s eat and afterward that ice cream stand is calling our name.” You said standing up to go get your food.

🐙-Your Omega was getting his sweet treat whether he liked it or not.

***

🐙-You were walking down the two rows were the carnival games were set up. You looked as kids and adults tossed rings and threw darts. You knew taking your Omega here was evil but you couldn’t help it.

🐙-There was a reason why this lane smelled of Omegas more than the rest of the carnival. All the stuffed animals stacked on the game walls were too tempting for any Omega that passed by.

🐙-Now you need your precious Omegas eyes to latch onto one and you would be all too pleased to win it for him.

🐙-As soon as his indigo eyes locked onto a small octopus plushy your target was set. Your Alpha was already upfront and center ready to demolish anything in her path to win that soft toy for her mate.

🐙-“Ooh, look! Let’s try out that game. I bet I can knock over those milk cartons in no time!” You declared already walking up to the stand.

🐙-“Are you sure, Y/N? You know these games are rigged right?” Tamaki said, peering at the stacked cartons and trying not to let his eyes stray to the soft octopus hanging a foot away from them.

🐙-“Even if it is, I won’t let it stop me.” You winked, slapping down some money and grabbing the three baseballs you had purchased.

🐙-Your first throw knocked down three of the six milk cartons but it was just a practice shot to get a feel for it. Your second throw was much better, five bottles rolled off the stand.

🐙-“Blow a kiss on the ball for me, Tamaki.” You encouraged, lifting the baseball up to his lips.

🐙-He flushed red and backed away.

🐙-“W-what? Why?” He stuttered, his cute elf ears turning crimson as well.

🐙-“For good luck. You are my good luck charm after all.” You chuckled, offering him the ball again.

🐙-He was blushing up a storm but he still leaned down and blew a kiss on the ball.

🐙-“Thank you, Omega. Now its time to win you that octopus.” You grinned before throwing the ball with all your might.

🐙-Six bottles down and one plush octopus later you both were heading to the entrance. The sun was starting to go down and you knew it would get colder at night so you coaxed your timid Omega to leave.

🐙-You didn’t want your mate walking around in the cold after all.

🐙-Being cuddled up in the nest he had on the couch was a better option.

🐙-“Thank you for the plushy, Alpha,” Tamaki said, climbing into the car.

🐙-“No problem, Omega. Anything for you.” You smiled, turning the car on and making sure the heat was pointed in his direction.

🐙-“W-would you scent it for me when we get back?” He whispered, clutching it tightly to his chest, his heart nearly jumping out of his chest waiting for your answer.

🐙-“Sure thing, babe!” You grinned, happy today had turned out so well.

I had this idea of going to the carnival with Bakugo but since it was our elfs birthday today I changed it out. I hope yall liked it! This is also the first time I switched roles so please give me some feedback!

Please reblog and leave a like! Each really helps motivate me to post! 💜

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olde-scratch · 3 years

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So I watched LUCIDS 1-4 without any prior knowledge...

and here were my thoughts. I didn’t watch any backstory or anything so enjoy my suffering.

PART 1

“So what happens when the people inside of their dreams go to sleep?” They die

“What happens when we wake up? Do they go on living while we’re not there?” THEY DIE-

“Who are they anyway?” they’re faces that our brain catalogs and stores for later use, although it’s also arguable that every time we dream we go to an alternate reality and inhabit the body of another version of ourselves. Now, were you in a car accident and trapped underwater or-

Are they twins?

(Me tuning out to do something)

“-the squirrel in spongebob was your soulmate, making you a Sandy simp-”

Me, snapping back to the video: hold up-

[missed the part about the worksheet, realized it when i rewatched 10 mins later to make this post]

yall speakin gibberish idk what youre saying-

“I’m gonna go to bed.” bro it literally looks like morning-

“You should get some sleep you look terrible.” i get six hours of sleep a night minimum and i look worse than him shut up bro-

“jump into someone else’s dream” ah i know this con-

why they all got the same face-

haha funni meme

“--an interruptiion can create feedback and tear them apart.” Death. I long for thee.

Is that Karl Jacob’s jacket?

“a second grader” makes me think this is a different school system. [i was wrong? i think?]

“[get him to] eat your apple”

[in the dream sequence] weird dream, but ive had weirder. now, Why Pamper’s-

why does he suddenly have a knife-

“You put a filter on the Dreamscape feed?”

“Technically, you are seven years old.”

???????????

the second hand embarrassment is UGGGHHH

[reading the description] you mean like the guy who was knocked out for 2 minutes on a football field and woke to find he’d dreamt 17 years of his life? oh this shall be Fun

PART 2

[I check the description] “jasper cult” what the fu-

how many camp camp references can i make during this

Is the apple a reference to religion or does the creator just really ilke apples?

“meal.”

“meal?”

meal????

Wait why couldn’t that guy eat the apple? If he wanted it in the fruit bowl, wouldn’t there be a chance of the guy eating it anyways?? Why can’t the guy who brought the apple eat it?

well he’s Dead

[debating if I should read the backstory}

n a h h h h h -

Was he gonna feed the dead guy the apple or something? Why is he upset about the apple in this scene???

oooo the grownups are fightinnnngggg

Is he an antagonist?

HE WROTE A BOOK???

oh now i want food

ESTABLISH JUSTICE ENSURE DOMESTIC TRANQUILITYYYYYYYYYYYYY

“I watched all those aforementioned shows” what shows did i miss something what-

man why you gotta hate on her jane austen fanfic let her live bro

string theory! i can get behind that! sorta-

o no he found the memes-

BOY GOT KNOCKED OUT-

kim there’s people that are dying-

is SHE an antagonist?

quinn? calling himself jasper? u sure hes not just nonbinary? is this just a metaphor for transphobic parenting?

“He died... but somewhere, he grew up.” So is your plan to take a Quinn from a different universe and make him your own, thereby robbing another version of yourself from happiness? When does this ever go well?

Yknow most people, when they lose a kid,,,, kinda,,,,,,, dont go on a ceaseless quest to find another version of their kid that grew up without knowing that another version of his mother was invading other peoples’ dreams to find and kidnap him,,,,,,,, like aint u got a therapist-

“Once you get past the point of not knowing what’s real anymore, you realize it doesn’t matter.” Well, I Got Called Out-

PART 3

“you’re real, oliver.”

aRe yOu sUrE aBoUt tHaT-

“you’ve been infected by the anti-love parasite of Mandadon” the amatonormativity is strong

so anyways ive been infected since birth hbu-

“James Jasperson, creator of Japple” did you mean to Fancy Well-Educated Man in a Black Turtleneck? cause the only FWEMBT i allow near me is prof. hidgens

“are you winning?” says the capitalist

why did you rewind to see his face?? you have the same face????? is this just bc the creator doesnt like working with other people cause in that case same but???????

“it’s a bad idea. i’m not gonna do it.” we’ve all been there. and we’ve all done it.

looks like me trying to study. (i say, a person who has studied a total of five minutes throughout their entire life.)

your “Spartan trial” looks like a bunch of guys standing on a hill pretending to be something they’re not. Let The Man Bring His Snacks.

eat the apple.

is this your first existential crisis or something what a loser lets all point and laugh

“One of you should be spared, the other shall’nt.” did you mean shant or was that a choice-

yall gonna get called out for talking shut UP

“sorry if this is too personal, btw. are you okay?”

me, confused and half understanding what’s going on and also needing to sleep cause its almost one in the morning but wanting to finish what i can find of lucids which i only starting watching cause i saw an animatic of ranboo and dream w audio from it: i don’t know anymore

“i just want my life back... i was gonna get married-” AREN’T YOU LIKE SEVEN-

ay man if this is a sacrificial cult yall gotta get daniel-

UPDATE: I H A V E N O T F O U N D I T -

“oliver”

I F O U N D I T -

WHICH ONE IS QUINN?? WHO’S JASPER???? WHICH ONE IS BENJAMIN???? I THOUGH BENJAMIN WAS SEVEN BUT I THOUGHT HE WAS THE ONE GETTING MARRIED WHAT-

oliver. eat the apple.

“Can you still have memories even when you’re dreaming?” One time I woke up to my alarm and fell back asleep and in my dream I remembered that I had class in a few minutes and my dream self woke my real self up so fast I thought I was gonna get whiplash. Anyways, I was late to class bc of my computer but that doesn’t matter.

NOPE I FOUND IT. HERE’S THE AUDIO. THE ANIMATIC ONE. FINALLY.

im thinking car crash. but also maybe murder. but also maybe both? is it raining or was he drowning? is he in a coma? hmmmmmm?

wait olivers the one with the apple does that mean he’s the one dreaming? is the ending gonna be him and jasper (quinn? idk) fighting against ben and mrs hills about jasper eating the apple to save oliver from the dream? hmmmmmmmmmm-

waitwaitwait i thought oliver was 7 how is benjamin 7 years younger than him if they look the same age what what what explain america explain what you mean arkansaw-

are the cuts on his nose plot-relevant or

“What if you hadn’t been driving?” So I was right about the car accident but Mrs. Hills still said he was seven so did i mishear her say that BENJAMIN was seven? but even then oliver would be 14 and that would still be illegal-

“How are you feeling?”

“Like you’re a pretty bad therapist.”

mood

“--it makes it all bearable to have power over the stories we write in our heads” that’s why i write fanfiction

HE’S GOT THE NOTEBOOK HE’S GONNA WRITE SOMETHING ONE OF US ONE OF US ONE OF US

WHAT YOU MEAN AN EXPERIMENT THAT’S HIS NAME-

[upon reading the description] so i was right.

wait was that supposed to be the twist in part 2 about the apple in his pocket is that what the existential crisis was about i thought it was because he was introduced to the multiple worlds theory-

PART 4

wait wasnt the other one january 2018 why we going back to 2017-

appol

“--the future and the past all already exist” mhm yep figured this out long ago

there was simultaneously a point in time in which i hadn’t known about this, had been looking it up, had been watching it, and had been writing an ending to this post, and had been posting it the next morning before class. that time is both now and not now. Welcome To The Multiverse Theory or whatever its called-

“--my favorite scene of the movie is waking up next to you.” Mine is eating fast food as I listen to AJJ and play Minecraft. We are not the same.

Now I’m hungry but it’s 1 in the morning and i already put my retainer in god fu-

[reading description] what do you mean previously??? she did that in the first episode????????

[still on description] WHAT DO YOU MEAN WILL QUINN BITE THE APPLE AND GO TO BENJAMINS REALITY ISNT THIS OLIVERS REALITY AND HE HAS TO GET BEN TO BITE THE APPLE WHY IS APPLE CAPITALIZED IS THIS THE DOING OF THE FWEMBT

i should have watched the backstory i should have watched the backstory i should have watched the backstory i should have wa-

[description] oh ive been spelling quinn right the whole time nice

i hope she rejects you /j

WAIT BENJAMIN WAS THE ONE GETTING MARRIED TO ISABELLE

ISNT HE IN SECOND GRADE-

HE IS SEVEN YEARS OLD HOW IS HE GETTING MARRIED ARE THERE TWO BENJAMINS THAT WE’RE FOCUSING ON-

bro get out of the road ull get hit

how do you knOW WHICH ONE IS QUINN THEY ARE THE SAME PERSON-

wait

hills wants ben to feed quinn the apple bc in his mind, that will give hills and quinn a happy ending and she doesnt want ben to see the apple bc thats gonna mean ben will know that his reality isnt reality at all. so then oliver has to,,,, not let anyone eat his apple? he just has to wake up?

IS HILLS THE VILLAIN AFTER ALL ORRRRR

wait but if ben sees the apple wont he realize that his reality is wrong and his reality will change, making it so that hills doesnt get her son? or is there some time-based rule that says they’re only transported to the reality that the person believes at that moment? or is this another stab at the multiverse thing where an infinite amount of hills gets their happy endings while an infinite amount of hills doesnt and etc etc?

i should have watched the ba-

oooo dramatique

they’re in a time loop?

nope thats a new powerpoint

wait so theyre,,,, no-

wait-

nvm-

IS THE BEN WE KNOW AN ADULT GETTING MARRIED TO ISABELLE OR NOT-

“they were actually pretty nice” didnt they throw someone off a cliff-

oh so it got confusing THEN??? NOT BEFORE?????

“it all seemed so real.” is that Not the point of vivid REM sleep hallucinations-

is oliver gonna show ben the apple and ruin hills’ whole operation

WHO ARE ALEX AND RYAN-

“what’s 25-8″ bro dont do this to me-

yep hes gonna show the apple

ayyy the guy who stole karl jacobs jacket it back

the second hand embarrassment is back and I Hate It

all that happens in episode ONE??? bro get some better writers that is bad pacing

“it’s the best!” wait until season eight. no show has a good season eight.

quinn knows about the apple thing w the dreams and multiverse and realities dont he

YOU KILLED HIM

NOT KARL JACOBS NOOOOO HES ALREADY DIED ONCE

oliver is v relatable

wHaT iN tArNaTiOn-

lemme hear that explanaton again-

is bill cipher gonna show up? i hope bill cipher shows up. i miss gravity falls

“ah! a tree! ah! a tree! ah a tree!” moooooooood

did hills murder quinn

is your family the jasper cult

TOXXIICCCCCC get that lady out of your life quinn that is so toxic

“ ah! a tree! ah! a tree! ah a tree! ah! a tree! ah! a tree! ah a tree!” mooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooood

WHAT DO YOU MEAN THAT’S THE END NO WHAT WHY NO

The Adventures of Benjamin and Oliver

he is Not Good

ope-

wait so ben is equal parts an adult AND a child?? okay that clears a lot up

I MEAN HE WAS RIGHT THO BEN U CAN’T REALLY ARGUE ON THAT-

ew get off the floor

butterfly effect, multiverse theory, memory decay, and your imagination ALL exist yall gonna ignore that cause you wanna be famous?

“We already know what the future looks like!”

aRe yOu sUrE aBoUt tHaT-

to add to the list of bad things: Cats (2019)

YA BOI THINKS IT’S NOT ALREADY FIFTY YEARS TOO LATE TO START FIGHTING CLIMATE CHANGE FFFFF

BINGO BABYYYY

get what what

what mapped-

awwwww he thinks THEY’RE creating the multiverse

you gonna dismiss the multiverse theory bc of something you created in your current reality? loooserrrrrr

ABUSE YOUR GODLIKE POWERS

she draggin that seven year old

a lot makes sense now why didnt i do this first-

Jasper

the food shortages-

bro that calculators like 90 bucks at walmart

imagine meeting a stranger and they know Everything about your life like that’s gotta be so weird

what’s even weirder is them telling you you’re the deity of a cult that sacrifices animals

THAT FOURTH WALL BREAK WAS-

KARL JACOBS IS DEAD NOOOOOO

ooohhh there’s context for that

OOOOHHHH THERE’S CONTEXT FOR THIS TOOOO

w h a t -

W H A T -

Conclusion:

it’s 2 in the morning and i need sleep but hOOOOO MY GODS THAT WAS GOOD IS IT OVER OR NOT IDK ANYMORE IM TIRED THAT WAS CRAZY I HOPE QUINN AND JASPER GO ON TO BE VERY GOOD FRIENDS, AND I HOPE BENJAMIN AND OLIVER STAY VERY GOOD FRIENDS AND I HOPE HILLS FINDS A THERAPIST WAS A LITTLE CONFUSING BUT I ENJOYED IT

if i dream about apples im suing /j /lh

#lucids #nicholas podany #there's a metaphor in there somewhere #but im not gonna be the one to find it #i dont think i dreamed about apples #youre safe for now podany #for now #EDIT #I PUT 'something their not'#WRONG THERE #I HAVE NO EXCUSE #IM SORRY

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“Careful You” Part 1 of 2 - Shane x F!Reader, Daryl x F!Reader

PART II

Request from anonymous: A Shane x reader x Daryl where reader and Shane we’re together since the beginning but reader realized he’s becoming an ass and Daryl (who the reader secretly likes) says “I know you ain’t in love with him” pretty please??? Thank you!!!!

Word Count: 5063

Warning: Cursing, Violence

Song I Wrote To: “Careful You” by TV On The Radio

Note: So yes! This will be a two-part request story. I got hella carried away with this one and I didn’t wanna post the whole thing so part 1 today and part 2 tomorrow! I’m sorry if ya like Shane but hes an asshole in this at times. It jumps around a bit from the quarry to the cdc to the highway to the greene farm. The real emotional stuff is in part two so I hope yall like this. reminder: I may not fill every request, ill only pick the ones I know I can make somethin good, but still send them!

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You began to notice a change in Shane when Rick Grimes was reunited with his family.

Before the world turned, you, Shane, Rick, and Lori were the best of friends. It was always double dates after work and the four of you planning Carl’s birthday parties. It was Rick and Lori and Shane and you, no matter what. Shane Walsh wasn’t an easy man to love, but love him, you did.

The first time you saw him it was at a bar in downtown Atlanta. Rick and Shane were out in the city for a weekend to celebrate some kind of achievement they got from the Academy. You had noticed his dark hair and dashing smile from across the room and as soon as your eyes met, you were done. Shane Walsh became your person and you never thought anything would get in between the two of you. And nothing did...until the end of the world.

You weren’t an idiot, you knew about Shane and Lori. Hell, you probably knew about his attraction to her before she did. You ignored it the best you could before the world ended, but now it was hard to ignore the fact that your boyfriend, the man you loved, was in love with another woman.

A married woman.

Then when Rick stepped out of that truck and Carl ran from Lori’s arms, the ground rocked beneath your feet. When you had hugged him once his family had let go, it was more than relief that cascaded over you, it was gratitude. With Rick back, there wouldn’t be time for Shane to gawk at his best friend’s girl, let alone sneak off into the woods with her. Hopefully, things would start to go back to normal.

However, whenever Lori was alone, Shane was still there. He would be watching her, looking out for Carl, and he’d do it right in front of Rick. Rick didn’t seem to notice and if he did, he ignored it and acted as if everything was the way it once was. It pissed you off to see him act so naive, but you figured he didn’t want to start anything. The last thing any of you needed was in-fighting within the group.

However, it didn’t take long for said in-fighting to start. Especially once Daryl Dixon came back from his hunt. You had met both of the Dixon brothers the day they arrived at the camp. Merle was an asshole and immediately began hitting on you. Shane had shut that down within a few seconds, making sure the older Dixon knew that you were his girl and to keep his paws and his mouth to himself. It was one of the only times Shane had claimed you in front of the group.

As for Daryl, you weren’t sure about where his head was at. He followed his brother closely and you figured he had been doing so his entire life. Daryl was his brother’s opposite. While he still had a mouth on him when he did happen to speak up, he didn’t purposefully inject himself into conversations or make lewd remarks at the women in the camp. He kept his head down and his crossbow up when it was warranted. He was also great at hunting and had taken the job of getting food for the group.

Carl had once told you that he thought Daryl was “cool”, but that he kind of scared him. You had laughed and assured the kid, whom you considered a nephew, not to worry. Dixon may be a bit rough around the edges, but he was harmless. Though you made sure to tell him to steer clear of Merle and Carl didn’t argue about that.

The other thing you noticed about Daryl was that he always seemed to know where you were. You had noticed him watching you in the camp. At first, it was simple glances here and there and then his eyes started to linger more and more. You considered telling him not to due to how Shane normally reacted whenever another man looked at you, but whenever you turned to look at your boyfriend, his eyes would be on Lori and you would give up and go talk to Andrea or Amy to pass the time.

You had only spoken to Daryl a couple of times. Once when you had run into him as he walked back to camp carrying rabbits on a line. You heard a rustle in the trees and pulled your weapon, a police-issued pistol Shane had given you after the Turn. Daryl froze as the barrel became trained on him. You dropped it immediately. “Shit, sorry,” you had said.

“Careful where ya point that thing, girl,” Daryl had scoffed. “Don’t need my damn head blown off cause ya trigger happy.” You had rolled your eyes and holstered your gun.

“Such a charmer, Dixon,” you told him and left him with his fresh kill. That night after your run-in in the woods was when he first started watching you. The other times you had spoken to him were just in passing and it was always when both Merle and Shane weren’t there. It seemed like your friendship, if you could call it that, was only acknowledged when the alpha males in both of your lives took a hike. And while it bothered you, you accepted it. It’s just the way the world was now.

On the day that Rick told you all that they had left Merle in Atlanta, you knew Daryl was going to be pissed and he definitely was. You watched from the doorway to the RV as Daryl yelled at Rick. The emotion was clear on his face as he thought about his brother being chained to the roof like an animal as he waited to be eaten by Walkers.

When Daryl had thrown a punch and Shane placed him in the chokehold, that is when you stepped in. You shoved Rick back and knocked Shane’s feet from under him. Daryl and Shane went down hard on the ground and Daryl shoved out of Walsh’s arms. “Stop it!” you yelled, getting between the men. “None of this alpha-male bullshit is helping anyone. Rick,” you said, looking at him, “you screwed up. Merle screwed up. It was bound to happen at some point! So instead of acting like idiots, do something.” You then turned and offered your hand to Daryl who took it and you helped him to his feet.

You watched as Daryl stormed off and without thinking, you followed him, ignoring Shane’s calls. You found him as he exited his tent on the edge of the camp. He was throwing things into a backpack and gathering up his bolts for his bow. “Daryl,” you said. He looked up at you and scoffed.

“Don’t need yer sympathy, girl,” he shot at you. “Don’t need ya fightin’ my battles either. I can handle yer damn boyfriend.”

“Never said you couldn’t,” you said. “Shane is a hothead and yeah, Rick can be an asshole, but they mean well.”

“Yer friend Rick left my brother to die!” he yelled, pointing over your shoulder.

“I know,” you said, trying to calm him down, but Daryl marched up to you, getting in your face and looking you over.

“You know nothin’,” he snarled in a low voice before pushing past you, knocking into your shoulder. You pushed your hands into your hair as you took a deep breath.

“(Y/N)!” you turned to see Shane walking towards you.

“What now?” you asked, not wanting to start another argument.

“You need to stay away from Dixon,” he said, crossing his arms.

“Excuse me?” you asked, mirroring his stance. “I don’t need to do anything, Walsh,” you said. “He’s pissed about Merle. What if it was me or Rick that was left on that rooftop? You’d be pretty pissed too.”

“Don’t loop me in with him,” Shane said with a touch of disgust. You rolled your eyes. “What?”

“I’m just sick of people acting like there aren’t worse problems out there than a few petty arguments or having to be with people you don’t like.” You relaxed your arms and reached for his hands and he let you. You squeezed Shane’s hands tight in your own, looking into his eyes. “Shane, there are monsters walking around and we need to start thinking about how to protect our people from them. How to protect the kids like Carl and Sophia.”

“What do you think I’ve been doin’?” he asked, his voice softer. “That’s all I’ve been tryin’ to do, (Y/N).”

“I know, but sometimes you try to take on too much by yourself. Let others take some of the weight, okay? I’m here and now so is Rick. You have Dale and Glenn who are always willin’ to help. Lori, too. Stop trying to be Superman.” Shane looked at you for a moment before he nodded. He then tugged you forward and kissed you firmly. When he pulled away, he leaned his forehead on yours.

“Rick is gonna take Daryl back, go look for Merle,” Shane said quietly.

“Are you goin’ with?” you asked.

“No, I’m stayin’ here to protect the camp,” he then leaned back and looked at you with a fierce look in his eyes. “And so are you.” You knew there was no point in arguing so with a sigh you nodded. He pressed another kiss to your lips before leaving you alone. As Shane walked away, you caught Daryl watching you from where he stood next to Glenn. You couldn’t read his expression, but there was an intensity to it that had you turning away from him.

However, there was a feeling that his eyes remained fixed on you even as you headed into the tent you shared with Shane.

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Of course, it wasn’t long until things got worse.

While Daryl, Glenn, Rick, and the others were out looking for Merle, Shane was following Lori around like a lost dog while you distracted Carl, trying to keep his mind off his father leaving again. When you had first met the smallest Grimes, he took to you immediately. You weren’t just Uncle Shane’s girlfriend, Carl considered you family as well.

It was Carl who you were sitting with when the Walkers entered the camp. You heard the screams of panic first and you moved. Grabbing Carl by his collar, you pushed him behind you as you watched Andrea’s sister, Amy, get taken down by a Walker. Carl clutched the back of your jacket as you pulled your own weapon, taking aim at the monsters that converged on the quarry.

Shane was there in a second and he took out all the Walkers that surrounded the RV. He then pushed all the kids towards the vehicle, locking them inside as the rest of you aimed at the Dead. Only a moment later, shots were coming from another direction. Rick and the others came through the woods, their guns blazing. Their sudden appearance caused you to miss the Walker stumbling towards you. You raised your gun as it grabbed your shoulder, but a bolt flew past your ear and struck the Walker that clung to you. Daryl ran past you, giving you a once over before taking aim again.

Snapping out of your shock, you finished off the rest of the Walkers that feasted on your new comrades. A cry pulled your attention as you saw Carol staring at her now-dead husband. You had no remorse for Ed, he wasn’t a good man at all, but the heartbreak on both Carol and Sophia’s faces made you pause.

Once the Walkers were down and people had calmed down, you searched for Shane. You found him by the RV, moving the kids out and away from the body that lay before it. You didn’t need to look closer to know it was Amy. You turned away, looking for Carl and felt relief when you saw him with his parents as the three of them embraced. Looking back over your shoulder you saw Shane and how he watched the Grimes family. The envy in his eyes made you uneasy. He looked at the man he considered his brother as a rival now even though Lori was never his, to begin with. Again, you shoved down your feelings and went to help move the bodies out of the camp.

It was morning by the time everyone had sorted between the Dead. Two piles. One for friends to be buried and the other full of Walkers that were to be burned. You didn’t see the point in either practice. You knew that if you walked down the hill and onto the roads, bodies were strewn everywhere. It had simply become the new normal. However, you knew it was their way of trying to find some normalcy in the new screwed up world, but you couldn’t see it the way they could.

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Andrea as she knelt over Amy’s body. You knew that she would turn any time now. It was already happening and it made you sick to think about someone you knew becoming one of those things. It was all just a bit too much at that moment.

You excused yourself and headed to the far side of the camp, settling down on a log, leaning your forearms on your knees. You took a few deep breaths and tried to focus on anything that wasn’t the memory of the screams of people being torn apart. The log shifted as someone took a spot next to you. You figured it was Shane so you ignored him. However, when you spotted the crossbow on the ground between their feet, you relaxed and turned to look at Daryl.

“Thanks for last night,” you said, breaking the silence. He grunted a response that you had become accustomed to. “What happened?” you asked, not needing to elaborate further. Everyone noticed that only one Dixon brother came back.

“He’s gone,” Daryl muttered, “cut his own damn hand off to get out of the cuffs.” Your brows shot up at that, but you weren’t that surprised. It sounded like something Merle Dixon would do.

“I’m sorry,” you told him, turning your face back towards the camp as Glenn dragged more bodies through the camp.

“What she waitin’ for?” Daryl asked as he looked at Andrea.

“People cope differently,” you said. “Maybe she just needs to see it for herself.”

“Don’t make sense,” he mumbled.

“I don’t get it either,” you sighed, “Dead is dead. Whatever this is…” you waved your hand vaguely at the Walker corpses, “They just need to be put down. Amy doesn’t deserve to become a monster.”

“I could probably hit her from here,” Daryl said, toeing his bow, but you shook your head.

“She nearly ripped Rick’s head off when he mentioned putting her down. We don’t need any more damn fighting,” you said with a warning tone. Daryl nodded and then was silent for a bit.

“I agree with ya, ya know?” Daryl said after a minute.

“About what?” you asked.

“Nobody deserves to be a Walker,” he clarified. “I wouldn’t want someone to wait, ya know?”

“I do,” you said, understanding. “Make me a deal, Dixon. If I get bit, you shoot me right away. Don’t let me turn,” you said, offering your hand. Daryl looked at you and then took your hand in his, gripping it tightly.

“Only if ya return the favor,” he said and you nodded. You shook hands and then let go, feeling Shane’s eyes on you. “Yer boy keeps starin’,” Daryl said.

“Yeah,” you said before you stood up, brushing off your jeans. “I’m holdin’ you to that promise.” He nodded to you again and you left him alone to his thoughts.

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When Rick and Shane decided to go to the CDC, you were less than thrilled.

The last thing you wanted was to go back into the city. Considering the things you saw there the last time you were there, it wasn’t the most desirable plan. However, you knew that you were outnumbered, and with Jim trying to fight the infection, you went along with it.

Everyone knew that Jim wasn’t long for the world. The fever took him fast and you knew there wasn’t a cure. If there was one, every street in Atlanta wouldn’t be crawling with Walkers and littered with half-eaten bodies. Again, you also knew that it was all about optimism and Rick felt that this was the right choice.

Sitting in the RV, you leaned against Shane. He kept his arm wrapped around you and rubbed your arm and down the side of your thigh. It was nice to just sit with him for once instead of feeling the distance that had began to deepen between the two of you. Shane rested his head on your shoulder, kissing the place your neck met your shoulder and you sighed, resting your head against his chest. Carl was making kissing faces at the both of you and you stuck your tongue at him causing him to laugh.

“You trying to steal my girl, Grimes?” Shane teased the kid.

“(Y/N) likes me better!” Carl joked causing Shane to chuckle. He gripped you tighter, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Easy gentlemen,” you said with a smile. “I think we both know that Lori and I are the true soulmates.” Lori laughed at that.

“I’ll take that,” she laughed.

It was an easy ride from there on until Jim got worse. You all went from laughing and joking to feeling somber as Daryl, Rick, and Shane helped Jim off the road and under a tree. When they tried to hand him a weapon, Jim shook his head. Rick and Shane left him, giving him a final goodbye, but Daryl stalled, looking down at his bow and the dying man. He then turned and started to walk back to the truck. You stepped in his path, a pleading look in your eyes. He shook his head.

“It’s his choice, (Y/N),” Daryl said, knowing what you wanted to say. Daryl pushed past you as Jim closed his eyes. You fought the urge to yell as you made your way back into the RV. Instead of sitting back down with Shane, you went to the back and laid down, trying to drown out everything around you. You fell asleep as the RV rumbled beneath you, getting some decent rest for the first time in weeks.

Shane lightly shook you awake when the caravan finally came to a stop. The look on his face made you sit up quickly. “What is it?” you asked.

“Just...prepare yourself,” he said and offered his hand. You took it and he led you out of the RV. The smell was what hit you first and then you saw the source. Bodies were everywhere. Lori and Carol kept their arms around their children as your group moved through the rotting corpses. Daryl and Rick headed up the group while you and Shane took the rear, all of your weapons ready to fire if needed.

“I don’t like this,” you whispered to Shane as you stepped over another body.

“Don’t worry, I’ll keep ya safe, (Y/L/N),” he joked, poking you in the ribs.

“It’s not funny, Shane,” you chastised. “I don’t like being out in the open like this. We’re vulnerable, especially with the kids.”

“Everything is gonna be fine,” Shane assured you. He winked at you and you pushed ahead of him as you started to hear groans and shuffling of the Dead as they noticed you moving towards the shuttered building. Daryl began taking them out while Rick yelled at the cameras. Lori urged her husband to leave it. Rick continued to yell, begging that whoever was inside to open the doors because they had children and they were desperate. You wanted to yell at him to shut up as more Walkers kept coming out of the shadows.

You stumble over a corpse, nearly going down when Carol caught your arm and pulled you back up. Daryl stepped in front of you then, covering you, Carol, and Sophia. Rick was still yelling and that was when Shane started too. He called to Rick, trying to get him to retreat, but before any of you could make your way back to the cars, the metal shudders slid open with blinding lights. You gawked at the sight and then you felt hands tugging you along as Shane gripped your wrist and pulled you through the mess of dead bodies and into the safety of the CDC.

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Doctor Jenner was an odd one and you didn’t trust him.

Glenn, however, was thrilled at the promise of hot water, and then when the wine was cracked open, everybody loved Jenner. Even Daryl had a smile on his face as he drank wine and laughed with the others, his Georgian accent getting thicker with every sip. Shane drank deeply as he sat at the table next to you, his hand gripping your leg under the table. Your glass remained full as you occasionally swirled it in your hand. You figured someone had to be sober when eventually everything went to shit.

Daryl filled up Glenn’s glass again as T-Dog went for thirds. And while you were worried about things and just trying to stay calm, it was nice to see your friends and family laughing for the first time in weeks. You offered Shane the rest of your wine and he drank greedily. “Thanks, babe,” he said, kissing you. You could taste the alcohol on his lips as he kissed you and leaned his head against yours. He downed the rest of the wine and you caught Daryl looking at you. When your eyes met his, he quickly looked away and took a long pull from the bottle in his hands. The whole back and forth was starting to get tiring.

Eventually, it was time for some much-needed sleep. It would be the next morning when Jenner started explaining everything so you all headed to your new beds for the night. You and Shane pushed into a vacant room, pulling off your boots. Laying in bed, you stretched out, enjoying the feel of a proper mattress under you for the first time since the world ended. Shane stumbled over to the bed, dropping down beside you. He rolled over and braced his elbowd on either side of you. He leaned down to kiss you as his hands ran up your sides, but you pushed him back.

“You’re drunk, Shane,” you said, pushing against his chest. He looked down at you with a frown.

“(Y/N)...,” he whined, kissing down your neck.

“Shane, stop,” you said, taking his shoulders and pushing him again. This time he relented and flipped back over. He sighed as his eyes pressed closed. His hand found yours, playing with your fingers.

“I love you…” he said, looking over at you with heavy eyes.

“I love you, too, idiot,” you said. Shane huffed and sat up. “Where are you going?” you asked as you watched him stagger towards the door.

“Gonna walk it off,” Shane mumbled. “See if Rick is still up.” Shane stepped out of the room, shutting the door behind him. You flopped back down to the mattress and then eyed the bathroom on the other side of the room. You figured you wouldn’t get another chance to have hot water in a while so you headed for a much-needed shower.

As soon as the hot water hit your body, you felt as if you were transported back in time. You stayed under the spray as long as possible, relishing in the feel of finally being clean after living in the woods for so long. You scrubbed your hair until it slipped through your fingers, free of tangles. Once you had your fill of the luxury the CDC had to offer, you shut the water off and grabbed a fluffy towel, wrapping it around your body.

After getting dressed and combing your fingers through your hair, you figured you should go find your boyfriend before he passed out in some lab or something. The halls of the residences were quiet as you moved through them, peeking around corners as you searched for Shane. When you turned again, you nearly ran into someone. They steadied you with their hands, grabbing onto your shoulders. Looking up, you saw that it was Daryl.

“Ya showered,” he said. You nodded slowly, trying not to laugh at his surprised expression. You then noticed the fine layer of dirty still adorning his skin.

“Yeah, you should try it, mountain man,” you teased, flicking a piece of dirt off his shirt. He scoffed at your words. He then realized he was still holding onto you and awkwardly let go. “Hey, have you seen Shane? He’s not exactly lucid right now and I don’t wanna find him passed out in a supply closet.” Daryl’s jaw went rigid at your words.

“Ya, saw him followin’ Grimes,” he said, looking away from you.

“Rick?”

“Nah,” Daryl grunted, moving past you, “Lori.”

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You didn’t bother to look for Shane after your run-in with Daryl. You went back to your room and tried to get some sleep. This time you did feel like an idiot. As if Shane would really leave her alone just because Rick was back. You stared at the ceiling, trying to stop your mind from creating scenarios about Lori and Shane in your head.

An hour or so later and the door opened. Shane glided into the room, clearly not as drunk as he had been. He pulled off his shoes and sank onto the mattress beside you. He rolled into your side, throwing an arm across your waist, his fingers playing with the fabric of your shirt. “I’m sorry about before,” he said, “you know I’m an ass when I drink.” You did know that which is why you had remained sober.

“It’s fine,” you said, which is what you always said when he apologized when he was being an asshole. His hand stilled on your stomach as his breathing slowed and he slowly fell asleep. A small amount of light entered the room from a crack in the door and as you looked down at your boyfriend you could see fresh scratch marks on his neck. You didn’t have to think too hard about whose nails had made them.

Your hand came up and carded through Shane’s hair. In his sleep, he nuzzled you closer and you had to fight the tears that welled up. You could do this, you could be there for him when he needed it because that is what you had always done for him. The end of the world didn’t need to change that. Right?

——-

The next day everything went from bad to worse.

Watching the MRI on the large monitor was horrifying. Even Shane was disturbed. As you all watched the patient reanimate, Shane had reached over and gripped your hand. The two of you hadn’t said anything about the previous night. At breakfast, he had played off the scratches as a drunken accident, but you noted the look in Lori’s face and you noticed that Daryl and even Carol were looking at her and Shane with accusatory glances.

When Jenner invited you all into the main theater for the explanation, hope was upon everyone’s faces as they urged the doctor to tell them about a cure. However, just as you suspected, there wasn’t one. Jenner explained that he was the only one left. He worked as hard as he could, but eventually there was no point.

Then, as soon as everybody started to realize what was happening, it was nearly too late.

The blaring red countdown clock was staring you all in the face as the CDC went into full lockdown. Sophia and Carl were stressed and Daryl was pissed. Rick and the others had to restrain the archer as he nearly decapitated Jenner with a fire ax. You, yourself, wanted to attack the man as well. You also wanted to beat Rick to a pulp for getting you into this mess in the first place.

Eventually, Rick convinced Jenner to let you out, but Andrea, Dale, and Jacqui were staying behind to succumb to the implosion. You rushed after the others towards the lobby. Shane pulled you along, nearly carrying you as you sped through the halls. With the metal shudders lifted, you could see the bodies of the dead even clearer in the sunlight now through the large windows. While you weren’t thrilled about going back into the world of the Dead, it was better than being incinerated.

You knew you were in trouble when the glass wouldn’t break. When Carol had produced the grenade, you could have kissed her. Rick set the charge and you all hit the deck. When the blast went off, you felt a body cover you and you knew immediately that it wasn’t Shane.

You didn’t say a word as Daryl used his body to keep you close to the ground. You just waited for the ground to stop moving before getting your bearings. Daryl hauled you up and took off towards the blown-out window without saying a word.

You helped with the kids as they climbed down to the ground, keeping them from the shattered glass. Then, following the others, you took off across the courtyard. Aiming your gun, you and some of the others took out Walkers that were drawn by the grenade. You all ran for the cars going as fast as you could. Entering the RV, you all hunkered down. You could see Daryl dive into his truck and Rick shouted at everyone to cover their ears.

But then Dale and Andrea came running out of the building. You crouched down again unable to see if they made it or not and this time it was Shane that held onto you. You covered your ears as a blast echoed throughout the city. The RV shook around you and when the smoke cleared and you stood up to look out the window, the CDC was gone.

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millennialfangirl · 4 years

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Kind and Generous (mid & post 7x10 oneshot)

Fandom: Agents of Shield

Pairing: Daisy x Daniel

Rating: Mature & NSFW

Word Count: 3,027

Author’s Note: Hello, all! This is my first foray into Dousy mature content (aka smut). I’m really excited about it, but also nervous, because it’s been several years since I’ve written smut, or much of anything.

This title and fic are inspired by the song “Kind and Generous” by Natalie Merchant (hello 90′s), and the sheer pure goodness of one Agent Daniel Sousa. I hope yall enjoy! Comments are treasured!

~Kind and Generous~

Daniel takes the large duffle that’s a lot heavier than she made it seem. He smiles to himself at convincing her to let him take it off her shoulders, and heads down the hallway in the direction of the bunks. Once he reaches them, he places his bag in one, and then goes out to look for a bunk for Daisy. Realizing he doesn’t know which one she might want, he turns back in the direction of the lab room he had left the two women in.

He doesn’t mean to eavesdrop, but just as he’s approaching the door, he hears his name. The next thing he hears takes his breath away, causing him to pause outside the door, and stay hidden.

“You kissed Agent Sousa?” Simmons exclaims in a loud whisper.

“Hey, hey, keep your voice down. Nobody knows, not even him.”

Daniel ponders what could possibly be wrong with Daisy, because he damn sure would know if they had kissed. The desire and thought of doing it had been lingering in his mind since she saved his tail back on the train, assuring him that they were, in fact, the good guys. Why would she fabricate something like that and share it with Agent Simmons?

“How is that possible? What do you mean he doesn’t know?”

“Remember the whole time loop situation I was just in...yea.”

“What does this mean? Do you like him? Are you going to tell him?”

Even outside of the room, he can hear Daisy take a deep breath before sighing. He can’t believe that they had kissed, and he had the dumb luck of forgetting it.

“Of course I like him. He’s a good man. Even if the SHIELD files didn’t prove that, he was by my side in every time loop, even sacrificed himself a couple of times just so I wouldn’t die and reset my memory. He’s solid...and it doesn’t hurt that he’s got that James Dean, Cary Grant Hollywood vibe going.”

“He is rather dreamy. That’s so exciting...why do I feel like there’s a but?”

“Because...you know my past. Look at how many people that get near me die. I barely know him, but somehow I don’t think I could lose him. And besides, we just ripped him from his home, everything he knew. For all I know, he’s in love with someone back in 1955.”

All he can hear is Simmons’ exasperated, “Daisy,” as he backs away from the door, back to the bunk he had put his things in. He takes the time to think over everything he heard while putting away the few things he has on his person.

He’s lost in thought when he hears the thud of familiar combat boots approaching his door. Daisy knocks on the door frame softly, and he looks up to see her in the doorway looking calm and collected.

“So, where’d you put my stuff, then I’ll be out of your way so you can get some rest.”

He gestures to the floor by the door where he had dazedly put her duffle.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know which bunk you wanted. I was going to come find you after I got settled.”

“That’s alright,” she brushes off as she moves to grab the bag.

He’s there in an instant, picking it up and hoisting it on his shoulder.

“Show me the way.”

She gives him a once over, clearly scrutinizing his actions before shrugging.

“I was thinking I’d just go right across the hall, actually.”

He follows her the few steps across the tile hall and into the room. Without being told, he deposits the large duffle on her bed.

“That was easy enough,” he says, wiping his hands together as if he had just lifted fifty bales of hay.

“Thanks.”

“No problem...actually, do you mind if we talk for a minute.”

“Sure. You doing alright? Are you ready to abandon ship and try to go start a new life?”

Daniel finds it incredibly sad that her first assumption is that he wants to leave. He finds it sad that she doesn’t seem bothered by it, more like she was expecting it. He can see the careful mask she’s placed to hide her fears.

“I’m doing great actually, and I think I’m right where I need to be.”

Daisy startles, and her mask of kind indifference drops.

“Oh...okay. Um, in that case, what did you need?”

He takes a couple of steps closer while carefully deciding what he should say. He doesn’t want to spook her. He doesn’t want to push her. He just wants her to know that he’s there, available, waiting for the right time.

“I just want you to know that there’s no one special back in ‘55. No one to write home to. I kind of married the job, resigned myself to bachelorhood,” he says while crossing his arms. He clears his throat before continuing, because he can see that she’s at a loss for words.

“Of course, I had close friends, family. My pop was still around. So when I say there are people I wish I could have said goodbye to, that’s who I’m talking about.”

He can see the faintest blush rise on her cheeks, and he loves the way it makes her skin glow.

“And um, why did you think I should know that?”

“So that when I tell you that I think you’re amazing, and that I want to get to know you better, and that I want to take you to dinner and see a film, if that’s something people still do in the 21st century...that you’ll believe me.”

She brings her fingers up to her mouth, maybe remembering the kiss they had shared, or maybe covering up the grin that’s breaking through. Most importantly, she’s not backing away or rejecting his plans. If anything, she’s inched closer to him.

“That’s a good reason.”

“I thought so,” he agrees.

He takes her free hand, holding it in his. He lifts it to his mouth, brushing his lips softly against the top of her knuckles.

“I’m going to show you that you deserve good things. I promise,” he mumbles against her skin, turning and kissing the delicate underside of her wrist too, the promise of so much more implied.

She looks at him in awe, and he’s proud to have rendered her speechless. He lets her hand fall from his as he slowly backs up and turns to the door. Just as he’s about to walk out, he turns back around at the last minute.

She’s still standing there, staring at the place he once stood.

“And Agent Johnson,” he starts, waiting for her to look up and meet his eyes. “I’d really like to kiss you on the lips and remember it, if that’s something you might be amenable to one day.”

He knows he’s playing dirty, but he loves the way her whole face goes red, realization that he’d heard their conversation dawning on her face.

“I think I can be amenable to that.”

“Good. I’ll go get some of that rest now.”

He turns on his heel, and can’t help the light whistle he blows as he moves to his room, closing the door behind him. For the first time since he woke up on the Zephyr, he feels like he’s got something to look forward to.

***

Over the next few weeks, he does just that. He reminds her of what it is like to have a partner, to have someone to lean on. He picks her up after every fall, and he stands by her side in every fight. And it isn’t like the almost simple, repeated tasks of the time loop. It’s the heavy, habitual pattern of everyday life, and the constant fear of the unknown. He is steady through it all.

They fall into like...into friendship...and then an instant anticipation of more. Secret glances and whispered conversations between missions. They can feel the hum of something big just underneath the surface. Daisy knew that as soon as the fighting stopped and the team could take a break, they would collide with each other like two trains on the same track. They were never supposed to cross paths, but someone, God, the universe...maybe time itself, switched their paths. Somehow, he’s everything she didn’t know she needed, and more.

Their time of respite comes. They’re in a new future, one that’s unknown to them both, and their team, but the Lighthouse is still there. For better or worse, it’s their home for now. The team disperses, each of them seeking out long hot showers, comfort food, and the welcoming arms of someone they love. Daniel finds her combing through her wet hair, water droplets clinging to her skin.

“We did it.”

“You did it,” he replies immediately.

But as kind and generous as that is to say, she knows she wouldn’t be here without him.

“No, we did it.”

He silently acquiesces with a nod.

She stands up, tugging the thin robe she had put on after her shower more tightly around her. She pivots to place her brush on the outdated, built-in 70’s dresser.

She can feel the air shift, and she’s only a little surprised to find him right in front of her when she turns back around.

“Hey.”

“Hi.”

“You feeling okay? You hurt much?” he asks, always concerned, his eyes raking over her body.

“No. Just a little tired," she assures him.

“Good,” he replies, like she placed the last puzzle piece or connected the last dot.

She is surprised when he grasps her waist and pulls her flush against him. Without hesitation, their mouths meet, and it’s so much better than her memory of the time loop. He’s giving so much to the kiss, exposing himself down to the bones.

“I made you a promise.”

He lifts her wrist up and starts a slow ascent up her arm, sliding the sleeve of her robe up as his mouth picks up where he left off weeks ago.

“I’d like to follow through on that now, if it’s okay with you.”

She can barely nod as he gently pulls the knot loose that’s holding her robe closed. He doesn’t pull it off, he doesn’t look, he just places a warm hand on her bare stomach, and then moves his lips to her cheek.

Her eyes sting under his careful touch. She’s never been touched like this.

Where there was once an impassioned frenzy, now there’s a languid tenderness. Exploration, experimentation. Admiration. Daisy can feel it all coming off of him in waves, all tactile devotion.

She needs this. She needs to feel loved, not for her power, or her fighting, but for her soft edges and fragile heart.

Suddenly his arms are wrapped around her tight, one hand protectively on her back, the other buried in her hair, cradling her head. She can’t help but sag against him, feeling the last vestiges of fight or flight leave her system, a heavy weight unburdening itself from her shoulders. Somehow, this hug is more intimate than anything she’s experienced. They stand there for a minute, soaking up the silence and peace.

And then she’s in the moment, and she can feel him pressed against her everywhere, strong and solid and safe. Static crackles over her skin as he dips his head to her neck. Everything but his touch disappears, and her robe drops to the floor.

He picks her up like he did in the barn, and they settle on the bed with her in his lap. His lips are back on hers, and his fingers are brushing down the side of her face, then her neck. She whimpers when they finally graze her breast, a gentle swirl over her nipple. He becomes reacquainted with her neck then, sucking and nipping while his fingers trace the sides of breast. He cups her whole, his hand encompassing her entirely. That long forgotten warmth draws down to her abdomen, and her inner walls clinch in anticipation.

“So beautiful,” she can hear him murmur into her neck while his hand continues to massage her rhythmically.

Weeks of want and anticipation since that first forgotten kiss has her desperate. The sudden shock of his affection wears off, leaving room for her to pull his face back up so she can kiss him properly. His responding moan delights her when she slips her tongue in his mouth. His gentle control waivers, and she’s rewarded with a slightly painful pinch to her hardened nipple. Her hips buck and her legs spread, begging for attention.

He’s still cradling her head as he leans back from the kiss to look into her face. It’s not her lack of clothing making her feel vulnerable, rather the intense stare he maintains as his hand finds its way to her parted legs. A strangled gasp leaves her at the first touch of his fingertips to her entrance. She can see his eyes dance around her face, watching every reaction to his exploration.

A digit gathers moisture, and circles her entrance. She can’t help but let her eyes slip closed as that finger disappears within her. He goes shallow at first as he maps her out.

“Daniel…” she hears herself whimper, and she’s not sure she’s ever heard herself sound like that before.

Her hand grips his forearm, nails digging in as she looks up at him in wonder and need.

“Whatever you need,” he quietly promises.

And she feels that burning sensation behind her eyes again. Her hand slides down to his.

“Don’t stop,” she instructs while gently pushing him deeper.

A tear escapes down her cheekbone as he starts to circle her deep inside.

Her right arm wraps around his waist while her left hand continues to cling to his, feeling him push in and out of her in steady, sure strokes. She holds him tightly and can’t help but arch up against his ministrations, which makes it easier for his head to tip down and latch onto a nipple. A light wave travels through her, and she knows she’s already getting close.

He must know it too, because his middle finger becomes more sure of itself as he curls it up. He pulls away from her breast, and kisses the tear away. He watches her as she starts to come undone, his thumb circling her clit, lighting her up in a whole new way.

She bites her lip, and her legs tense up waiting, and waiting for that drop. Her stomach quivers, along with a few things around the room. His finger works her over faster and harder.

“C’mon, come for me. Let go.”

Her stomach shakes and she gasps out a broken cry. Her walls flutter and collapse around him.

“That’s it...that’s it. Just like that,’ he encourages her.

She rides out her release in blissful fulfillment.

She should feel shy and embarrassed as she comes down from her high, but there’s no room for that when she meets his kind eyes and flushed cheeks. He’s smiling, wide and happy, and Daisy’s never been the girl to feel giddy and romantic, but she does.

He slowly withdraws from her, and she can feel her dampness on his hand as it trails back up her body. He lays her down finally, and kisses her softly, almost timid.

He props up on an elbow and looks down at her.

“Was that…” he tries to get out, clearing his throat.

“Was that good? Did you enjoy it?”

She can’t help the toothy, silly grin that splits her face, or the tired, satisfied stretch she lets out as she nods in affirmation.

“It was perfect.”

“I’m glad.”

He leans down and nuzzles her nose, peppering soft kisses across her face.

But then he’s getting up, pulling back the starchy sheets and blanket. Before she realizes it, he’s tucking her in, his hand brushing her hair out of her face.

“Hey...where are you going? I want to take care of you,” she whines while pulling on his arm.

He sits on the edge of the mattress and tangles their fingers together. He kisses them lightly while gazing down at her.

“There’ll be plenty of time for that later. In fact, I’d like to take you out on a date, remember?”

“But--”

“You should be resting.”

She’s not pleased with the turn of events, but even she can admit how heavy her eyelids are getting. She doesn’t want him to leave though. She’s selfishly wanted him back by her side, sleeping next to her, just like he did with the healing pod.

“Okay, but will you stay?” she asks. And maybe she bites her lip and gives him her best puppy dog eyes.

She knows he’s caved, the minute he sighs and let’s his head drop down in a rueful grin.

“I knew you were going to be trouble, with a capital ‘T’.”

She laughs and excitedly slides over, pulling back the sheets for him. She feels a rush of pride when she sees him falter, staring at her still naked form. He blinks out of his daze and immediately pulls the basic t-shirt he’s wearing over his head.

It’s her turn gulp when he hands it to her.

“I’ll stay, but you gotta put that on,” he demands as he turns around.

“You are such a square,” she teases, but does as he says.

He turns back as she settles back into the bed.

“I’m going to go grab some water. Want some?”

So, so kind and generous.

“Yes, please.”

“You got it. I’ll be right back.”

She watches him go and relaxes. Fatigue settles into her bones. She must have drifted off, because she startles awake when she feels someone settle behind her on the mattress, the room dark and quiet.

“It’s just me,” he reassures her, and tugs her close against him.

She smiles into the darkness when he kisses her cheek.

“I’m going to thank you properly, Agent Sousa...for everything.”

“I look forward to it, Agent Johnson.”

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Ta Da!

Would anyone like a follow up with a first date?

(pssst...there’s probably going to be a smutty first date follow up)

#daisy johnson #daniel sousa #dousy #daisysous #daisy x daniel #my fic #agents of shield #aos #sousy #aos fic

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rose-blooms-red · 3 years

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carlycrays replied to your post “Sup yall it's me back at it again with the jumpy...”

Star Wars: Rex gets poisoned by plant on mission and Ahsoka and Anakin don't know what to do. Can be as serious or funny as you want.

I used this prompt as a distraction yesterday so it did end up being more serious. But thank you so much for the prompt!

(Read on Ao3)

It starts out slow, little, nothing to worry about as they make the trek across the planet.

Little things, tiny things that he brushes off as inconsequential and nothing to worry about.

Tiny pricks of pain he shrugs off. The way his vision grows hazier around the edges as they march on that he convinces himself is just exhaustion. He tells himself that it’s nothing, that all he needs is to get through this march and make it to a spot where they can set up base and then he can rest and he’ll be fine.

But as they go on it starts to build more, his chest goes tight and the breaths he draws are ragged. It takes far more effort than it should to keep himself from panting. But he sets it to the side, thinks that it must just be the combination of exhaustion and how far they’ve marched, how many droids they have had to fight between their drop zone and their goal as the wilderness deprives them of a good place to rest without worry.

He doesn’t notice the shaking though, not until he stumbles and Commander Tano catches him.

“Rex?” She asks, and she sounds scared, he tries to stand and reassure her, can’t manage it. His body feels leaden and his tongue numb, his mind slow and hazy.

“C’mander?” He tries to say, but it comes out more like a question.

“Master!” Someone—the Commander he thinks—cries out, and she sounds frantic now. There’s a steady buzz in his ear, he can’t tell if it’s in his head or if the Commander is doing the babbling thing she does when she’s nervous and scared.

“S’okay.” He says, thinks he manages to say it out loud, tries to reassure her.

“Captain” he hears, distant to his foggy head but the sound of a brother, even and controlled in the way only a medic can be. He thinks it’s Kix, is confused why he’s here with Rex when he’s needed elsewhere.

“They’ve got things handled sir, now I need you to open your eyes and look at me.” Rex frowns, he hadn’t realized he’d shut them. He forces them open, and it feels like it takes more of his strength than it should, the world is blurry and he breathes in deep, chokes on it, coughs.

Kix does something that Rex doesn’t catch and the last thing he remembers for a long while is the sound of multiple voices speaking over each other, the cadence of increasingly frantic speech growing louder, before he drifts off.

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Something pings at the back of Ahsoka’s mind around the halfway point of their march. Just the sense of something slightly out of place that she can’t put her finger on. She doesn’t have much time to figure it out either, as they march through the planet's vegetation and do their best to avoid the droids.

They are not successful in avoiding them, but they don’t lose many men to them either, so Ahsoka is willing to count that as a win. The vegetation and the fact they have yet to be able to find a good spot to rest is more dangerous than anything else right now, Ahsoka knows.

She shakes it off, ignores it in favour of focusing on getting her men to someplace they can rest. It works, until the pinging grows more insistent and then suddenly Rex is stumbling against her and the feeling thrusts itself to the forefront of her mind, the Force shouting warning at her as she steadies the Captain.

“Rex?” She asks, because Rex doesn’t stumble, and the hum of the Force is insistent and the way Rex is swaying is scaring her, the fact she can hear the effort it takes for him to breathe terrifying.

“C’mander?” He asks, and she feels her heart pounding in her chest as she reaches out with the Force, tries to see what’s wrong despite the fact that it has never been her strong suit. Barriss has always been better at healing and Ahsoka wishes, not for the first time, that she had Barriss’s inclination towards it, her skill at it.

She tries to breathe through her panic, there is something wrong about Rex’s signature, something draining away at him and flowing through his body that doesn’t belong.

She steadies Rex as best as she can as he slips down and holds his head in her lap, pouring everything she has into keeping his heart beating as she frantically calls out “Master!”.

It takes too long for Master Skywalker to get there, she feels like she’s waiting ages that Rex does not have as she waits for Skyguy to make it to them. She thinks she might be shaking, knows that Rex is. Rex is trembling in her arms and panting and she scrambles to get his helmet off.

“S’okay” Rex mumbles and she grips tight onto his arm, because it really isn’t.

She looks up as Skyguy and starts talking as soon as she thinks he can hear her.

“I can’t get it to stop, I don’t know what it is but he was fine and then he wasn’t. I don’t know what to do. Where’s Kix I—” She cuts herself off, breathes, tries not to cry or breakdown. Knows she’s babbling but can’t help it.

Master Skywalker’s grip is tight and grounding around her arm, “Breath Little one, Kix is right here okay?”

She breathes, tries to steady herself, as Kix takes Rex’s vitals and sets up the scanner, “Captain.” Kix says, tries to get Rex’s attention, to make Rex focus on him.

Rex frowns, breathing shallow, “K’x? What’re you doing? Arn’ you,” There’s a pause as Rex coughs, wheezes, “needed other plac’s?”

Ahsoka tries to lock down the worry as Rex’s words slur and stumble in a way he’d never let them normally. Can feel the way Skyguy is bleeding his own anxiety and worry into the force and swallows, tries not to let it sweep her up into panic.

“They’ve got things handled sir, now I need you to open your eyes and look at me.” Kix says, and his voice is even and steady, his moves measured and practiced as he frowns at the scanner, moves both Ahsoka and her Master back and focuses on Rex.

It takes too long for Rex to force his eyes open and Ahsoka holds her breath until he does, loses it all as he draws a breath and starts to choke on it. She hugs her middle tightly and forces herself to stay still, to not rush forward and get in the way and make things worse. But Rex is still coughing and she doesn’t think he’s even breathing and she can’t help the frantic, “Rex?” that slips out.

Skyguy is pushing forward and Ahsoka can’t hear what he’s saying over the buzzing in her ears, all she can see is the alarm in Kix’s face before he hides it, yanks open his med kit and grabs a hypo. She grabs onto Skyguy’s arm, holds him back as Kix places gentle hands to Rex’s head to keep him from moving and injects whatever is in the hypo into his neck.

Whatever it is slows the drain of Rex’s signature, slows the spread of the sickening feeling within him and keeps the warmth of his life force within him.

Ahsoka breathes, wishes again that she knew anything about medicine, feels useless instead. Tries not to think about how she is falling apart in front of the men, feels a little better that she is not the only one out of her depth.

Master Skywalker is still a miasma of anxiety and fear and worry, his antsiness spreading and it makes her skin itch. She tugs on his arm and he turns to her, squeezes at her shoulder. He sends a wave of steadying comfort to her despite all the different overwhelming emotions she feels from him.

She appreciates that he tries. And it helps a little, though it is not the steadiness she wants right now, needs right now.

At some point he’s called away, is needed elsewhere. She can feel his reluctance to leave but he’s still General, can’t abandon his duties to all of the men out of worry for one of them. He leaves with a final squeeze of her arm, a burst of certainty that everything will be alright.

She stands there alone, wraps her arms tight around herself and watches Kix work, feels the anxious buzz and worry of the men. A swirling storm of a feedback loop.

She breathes, brings her shields up solid around her the best she can, cocoons herself with them. She squeezes her arms once, tightly, before letting them fall to her sides, tries to send out a wave of calm, can’t quite manage it.

She walks back over to Rex and Kix slowly, careful to stay out of the way.

“What’s wrong with him?” She asks, and her voice comes out smaller than she meant it to.

Kix looks up, he hasn’t out his bucket back on yet, and his expression is gentle worry. He looks at her and she must look frantic because his expression shades gentle, reassuring.

“The Captain must have gotten nicked a while back by a plant on the planet that’s known to carry a slow acting poison,” He holds up what looks like tiny little thorns and shows them to her, “he must’ve gotten thrown into one of them during a skirmish and the thorns snapped off into the spaces between his armour platings.”

Kix puts the thorns down, checks Rex’s vitals as he keeps talking, “It’s not immediately fatal, there’s a known vaccine for it, but the longer it goes untreated the longer the vaccine takes to work and the more dangerous it is.”

Ahsoka bites her lip, feels sick. She should’ve known, she doesn’t know why she didn’t catch it before.

Kix taps her arm gently, raps his knuckles against her head, “He’ll be okay Commander, a little weak, and a lot better the quicker we get off this planet, but I had the right stuff to take care of it and keep him stable.”

She nods, exhales and feels relief swell in her chest.

She waits there, watches the rise and fall of Rex’s chest, the slow, steady beat of his heart. Reaches out to feel the warmth of his life in the Force and feels herself steady a little.

Eventually, when she’s steady enough, she bites her lip and fidgets in place.

“I should go tell Master Skywalker,” She says, still doesn’t move.

Kix looks at her and knocks his pauldron against her arm, gives her a nod, “Go on Commander, it’ll be fine. I’ve got the watch.”

She exhales, nods jerkily and turns to go. Reminds herself that Kix won’t let his brother die if he can help it, that he’s brilliant at his job.

It does help a little bit. Makes her feel better at least.

She makes her way through the anxious buzz of the men, wants to reassure them, can’t summon the ability to without seeming like a liar. She makes her way to Skyguy instead.

She finds him helping with set up. When she starts getting close to him his head snaps up and he turns to Dream, says something. Grips his shoulder before breaking away and moving to meet her.

“Snips?”

She reaches out towards him in the Force, and he meets her halfway, wraps her in a gentle feeling that’s just the slightest bit rough and coarse. Anakin, even when he gentles his presence, always keeps some of the wildness that makes being around him unshielded hurt. It’s not his fault, there is just too much of him, and it naturally swirls like a storm around him.

Gentling storms is never easy, but Ahsoka doesn’t mind it really, just sinks into the feeling of warmth surrounding her.

“Kix says that he’ll be okay.”

Skyguy lets out a breath of relief, and some of the worry bleeds out of his signature. It helps her relax.

“I felt so useless.” She whispers, like a confession, and Skyguy surges forward, wraps her up in his arms.

“I know.”

“I didn’t know what to do.” She says, and her voice cracks, shakes, “I didn’t know what to do or how to fix it I just knew he was dying and I—”

She cuts herself off, breathes and tries to stop shaking. Doesn’t manage it.

Master Skywalker hugs her tighter, “I know Little one, and I’m sorry. But Kix has him, he’ll be okay.”

She nods, she knows that, she just can’t help the fear still clinging to her.

She closes her eyes, examines her fear, accepts it as what it is, acknowledges it and that she doesn’t want to lose anymore of her men, lets it go.

She opens her eyes and Skyguy smiles down at her, “Good Job Padawan.”

(Rex wakes later, disoriented and weak, but okay. Ahsoka breathes and it’s relief.

Next time, she promises herself, she’ll be better. Next time, she’ll know what to do.)

#captain rex #Ahsoka Tano #clone trooper kix #anakin skywalker #star wars #the clone wars #ro'swriting #mywriting #ro answers

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amabiliaaa · 4 years

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Of Devils and Angels Chapter 7

The Things I do to Piss you Off

word count: 1264

!!!! it’s out it’s out it’s out fucking finally lmao

“I swear, if this pizza isn’t greater than the American Revolution, I’m gonna riot.” Sadja pulled the pizza oven and set it on the counter. “I ruined my nails for this.”

Kira rolled her eyes. “Oh, please. You only got some sauce under them. You’re fine, princess.”

“Whatever. So. Is your boredom cured, Your Highness?” asked Sadja in an obnoxious British accent.

In an even snottier accent, Kira curtseyed and said: “Quite. Thank you for your services, Lady Innocentes.”

“Of course, Queen Kira.”

“Now, if you would be so kind as to indulge in this delightful meal with me?”

Sadja bounced up and snatched two plates from the cupboard. “Oh, fuck, yes. My blood, sweat, tears, and demon magic went into this pizza. I’m not moving from this spot until we eat all of it.” She conjured up a pizza slicer and cut into it. “Two slices or three?”

“One, please.”

“Ugh. Boring.”

“Well, excuse me for not wanting to throw up by overeating.” Kira grabbed the plate from Sadja’s outstretched hand. “Thanks.”

“Cheers.” The two dinked their pizzas together and grinned. Before either could take a bite, a knock was heard at the door. “Ugh. Kira, did you invite someone over?”

“No. Did you?”

“I don’t think so?” She pulled out her phone and scrolled through it. “Nope. Nothing in here about inviting people to enjoy our pizza.”

Kira sighed and took a bite of her pizza. “You think it’s your ex again?”

“If it is— Ugh, I swear to you, if it is, I’m gonna hurl him off a cliff.” She looked at the door. “Yo! Libidine! We’re done. Over. Go away.”

A voice came from the other side of the door. “Sorry to disappoint, but Lusty isn’t here. You gonna open up or what?”

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Sadja dropped her pizza on the floor. “No. Is that..?”

Kira pinched the bridge of her nose and put the pizza down. “Yeah, I think it is.”

“No, it can’t be.”

“It totally is.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know.”

“D’you think that if we just, I dunno, not answer, he’ll go away?”

The voice laughed. “Nope!” The locked clicked, and the door opened.

Sadja ran a hand over her face. And picked up the other piece of pizza on her plate.“Oh, fuck me.”

Dominic winked at the demon. “Name a time and place, sweetie.”

Sadja sputtered. “You—I. Wh- ew. Don’t call me that.”

Kira put down her pizza. “What are you doing here? And how did you get in?”

“Can’t a guy visit his friends?” Dominic threw himself on the couch and sighed.

“We’re not friends. And get your feet off the couch.”

Dominic only nestled deeper into the cushions. “Since when?”

Kira walked to the living room and pushed his feet off the couch. “Since you decided to turn into a dick.”

“Whatever. So, what are you two lovely ladies doing here?”

“How did you get in?”

Dominic used his magic to summon the pizza Sadja dropped. A golden shimmer surrounded it, and it floated into his hand. “A magician never reveals his secrets.”

“Dominic.”

Dominic grinned and held up his hand. A ring of keys was looped around one of his fingers. “I got the keys to the castle, baby.”

Sadja dropped her pizza again. (it fell on the plate this time, much to Kira’s relief) “Are you kidding me? What the actual fuck. Bitch, this is the sixth time that we’ve changed our locks. How do you keep getting access to our apartment.”

Dominic merely pocketed his keys and took a bite out of the pizza. “I’m God. I can do whatever I want. Also, this pizza is shit.”

“Say that to my face, you egotistical bastard.”

“Ugh, you’re gonna make me move? But I’m so comfy.” He took another bite. “Ugh. Yep.” He sat up and looked Sadja dead in the eye. “This pizza is shit.”

Sadja’s eye twitched. “Ok. Nope. I’m done. Fuck this.” She stretched out her wings, and the pink Baphomet Pentagram materialized beneath her. “I’m leaving, and I’m taking my delicious pizza with me.” Grabbing the pizza tray, she glared at Dominic and flipped him off before she completely faded away from view.

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Kira sighed while Dominic cackled. “Alright, where’s Gabriel?” she asked.

Dominic scarfed down the rest of the pizza. “I don’t fucking know. I don’t fucking care. The bitch is probably crying in some library bathroom or something. Such a fucking wuss.”

“Dominic. You have a vocabulary. Use it. You don’t need to cuss in every sentence.”

“Such a wet blanket. Loosen up a little, will ya?”

“Do you...do you really not have anyone else you can bother?”

“Oh, I have tons. You guys were closer, though. Also, Sadja is so fun to rile up, no?”

“No.”

Dominic smirked. “Apage, Satanas. You gonna eat that pizza?”

Kira clenched her fist. “I live here; you can’t tell me to go away in my own home. And no. I’ve lost my appetite, thanks to you. Besides, didn’t you just say it was terrible?”

Dominic summoned the pizza off the plate and watched as it lazily floated to his waiting hand. “Oh. I lied. It’s not that good, but I’d probably eat it again.” He took a bite and made a face. “Ew. It’s cold.” He held his hand over the (very clean and very white) carpet and dropped the pizza.

“Dominic!” Kira shot out her hand and just barely caught it with her magic before it hit the floor. “Alright, that’s it. Get out.”

“Aw, but I just got here!”

“You’ve overstayed your welcome. You weren’t even welcomed in the first place. You— Just— Anguis in herba.”

“You compare me to a snake? I’m offended. You know, in the Bible, a snake represents Satan. That’s you.”

“The Bible is complete bull, and you know it. Now get up, and get out. Please.”

“So polite. Because of that, I’ll leave. I’m bored again anyway. Peace.” He got up and stretched. Walking toward the door, he looked over his shoulder. “Tell Sadja that her hair looks stupid for me, ok? Thanks.”

Kira turned around and walked toward her bedroom. “I will not. Aeternum vale, Dominic Christus.”

Behind her, Dominic scoffed. “We both know that’s not true.”

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Once she was in her room, she waited carefully until she heard the click of the door opening and closing before collapsing on her bed. Minutes later, Sadja walked in. “Kira?” she asked.

“In my room,” was the response.

Sadja’s head poked in through the doorframe. “Hey. You ok?”

“I need a nap.”

“I felt that. Anyway, I brought you something.” Something jingled, and Kira looked up to see the demon grinning and holding up a ring of keys. The very same keys that Dominic had shown them earlier. Kira sat up.

“Where did you get those?”

Sadja’s grin widened. “From his pockets.” Each word was soaked in smug satisfaction. “I got home a few minutes before he left. I heard he was still here, so I waited outside. Made myself invisible, followed him out for a few minutes so he wouldn’t suspect you or me, then I snagged ‘em. Surprised he didn’t notice me, honestly. I could’ve sworn he said something about my hair, though.”

Kira coughed. “Nothing. Where did you go?”

“Shopping with Serena, Aswang, and Lilith.”

“Lilith? Don’t you hate her?”

“Oh yeah. Total bitch. But she’s fake, and I’m fake, and it’s fun being fake together.”

Kira rolled her eyes. “You’re not fake towards me, right?”

Sadja shook her head fervently. “No. Never.”

“That’s good to hear. I’m...I’m glad.” Pink dusted Kira’s cheeks and Sadja smiled fondly.

“Good. Now...about that nap…”

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and i noticed that i got a few new followers so if yall want to be added to the taglist, let me know! i’ll be more than happy to add you! ^^

Latin translations! Aeternum vale - Farewell forever, Anguis in herba - A snake in the grass. A treacherous person, Apage, Satanas- Begone, Satan

um. hi. it’s been a while since i last updated, huh?

long story short is that i just kept doubting my skills and i ended up spiraling into an out-of-control unhealthy thought process about my writing. i kept procrastinating, and i just lost all motivation, honestly. it’s not fun. i hate when it happens and it happens often. but it’s posted and i’m happy about it. i think i’m gonna give myself a limit of one chapter per month and just increase my update time from there. so. see you next month!

#odaa #of devils and angels #mj writes #sadja innocentes #kira satanas #dominic christus #writeblr #writers of tumblr #original story #my writing #fantasy #fiction #demons #angels #devils #God

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venus-says · 5 years

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Aikatsu Stars! Episodes 39-44

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It is time for more Aikatsu! We’re now even closer than the end and IT FINALLY HAPPENED! This will be my most positive post on Stars since this has begun! Can you believe it? Because I sure can’t.

Giving start to tonight’s work we have Episode 39 that is the episode where Gothic Victoria is started! I’ve gotta say, the reason why GV came to be was kinda dumb, like, you would think such a famous school would be able to keep their finances in check, but apparently they don’t so they gotta take sponsors money which proves my theory that these girls don’t receive a single penny for their work and all profits go the schools is correct.

But even though the motive was dumb, the actual execution of the thing was good. First I like that Lily was straight on and cut any external help from the beginning so we would have the protagonists running around doing nothing *coughcough*purepalettetaggingalongibelieve*coughcough* and they only appear when they’re really relevant. I also like that all stages of this audition had competitions that were actually related to sewing and fashion. And as ironic as it is that they dropped Dreaming Bird’s fashion show stage for a live one in a performance with the intention of showcase GV’s dresses, I can’t deny that this is was a very good performance. Different from 4 Stars’ bank account, this episode had a very positive balance.

Episode 40 was our last drama episode of the season I believe. AND I LOVED IT!

At first, I thought this was going to be just a cheap knock off of the Stylish Thief Swallowtail from season 1 of OGkatsu, and while this one had similar elements, it was completely different and I loved every second of it. As simple as the plot was I WAS SO INVESTED AND CAPTIVATED BY IT. I don’t know if it's my love for mystery novels, but I really wanted to watch this show. I think this is my favorite drama EVER. I’m shocked. I even liked Ako in this episode, I don’t know if it was because she was playing a character or it was because there were no boys around, but I was really sympathetic towards her this time.

What else do I have to say? Amazing, just amazing.

We’re still riding in the good episodes wave with episode 41 and the winter festival that was lots of fun to watch. I don’t really have a lot to say, because besides bringing the Kasumi sisters even more close, this episode doesn’t do a lot. The small contests were fun and while I wish Theater Class had taken the win since they don’t get the spotlight, I agree with Beauty Class win at the end. Besides, it’s my favorite Romance Kiss PR and my favorite song being used in this episode so I can’t get mad. In fact, I’m very happy Song Class didn’t win this thing, they have enough attention already.

Episode 42 gives us the “birth” of my favorite Stars unit! I call it “birth” because they really didn’t form the unit in this episode, but the elements for it to happen were there and that’s what matters to me.

Anyway, the episode was very good, I think it was a stretch to say no one in Dance class could keep up with Yuzu, but it’s fine it wasn’t a big deal after all this wasn’t the focus of the episode. The focus was Yuzu and Lily’s friendship and Lily’s worries about going on stage and clouding Yuzu’s shining performance, and this was a very adorable plot to follow around, they didn’t work a lot with it but it was enough to make that moment when Yuzu calls Lily her sunshine feel very emotional, and made the performance be a good pay off, a good crowning, to the journey we saw in this episode. Also, Yuzutto & Lillie version of Animal Carnival is the superior version, i’m sorry Ako.

Now episode 43 is my least favorite here, but it wasn’t bad, it’s just that valentine’s day episodes aren’t my thing so I don’t enjoy these as much as other people do. But taking out the parts with M4, that were the only parts I had to watch at double speed because yall know I can’t stand them, this episode was cute. If shipping or romance was my thing I feel like I would feel better about this episode, but it ain’t the case so...

Thankfully the next episode more than compensates. It was like they thought “hmm he’s not gonna like this valentine episode so let’s give him something he’ll like right after”. Now I know that they didn’t have me in mind when they came up with this episode, but this episode really was perfect for me.

Low participation of the MC? Check. Characters I like getting the spotlight? Check! Said characters doing a joint performance and giving us something new? Check!!! Wholesome content? CHECK!

Really, this episode was everything I wanted from Stars since day 1. Not epic plots, no shady drama, just girls doing their best while trying to achieve their dreams. HOW COULDN’T I LOVE THIS? Especially when they put Rola and Mahiru together who, to me, have a much better chemistry and dynamic than Yume & Rola ever had? This episode was perfect and I definitely know that I would love Stars way more if episodes like this were more common during the season.

And on a last note, again, Rola x Mahiru’s version of Honeybee’s Kiss is the superior version. Sorry, I don’t make the rules.

And this was Aikatsu Stars for the day! Definitely the high point of this season to me. Tomorrow we finish season 1 and, surprisingly enough, I’m excited about it, even though I feel like i’m gonna get very disappointed by the results of the S4 Election. Oh well, I think I’m gonna dive on youtube and rewatch some performances on loop since Lantis and BNP are cowards and didn’t release full versions of the superior versions of Animal Carnival and Honeybee’s Kiss, see you guys tomorrow. Bye-bi~

#Aikatsu Stars!#aikatsu

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fizzyren · 6 years

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adrenaline

more twice naughties hope yall like, but this time with saida

again, cross posted on AO3 here, give a kudos if you enjoyed

After a concert Dahyun's a little worked up and needs to drag Sana off to have a little talk.

They all rush off stage in a sweaty, panting mess. The managers and backstage staff herd them off to their dressing room to be blotted with tissues and put under clean makeup brushes and warm hair dryers.

The room grows increasingly loud as they talk among each other, take selcas, videos, talk about their performance. They have an interview scheduled after this. It’s only two hours away but that time will fly by in no time.

Even still they have to hurry, and the managers and staff bustling around them to cool them off and primp them up before heading out again adds on to that ever looming stress. Luckily, it’s easy to get used to it.

After Dahyun is finished with her hair being restyled and sitting still through some minor makeup touch ups, she’s free to sit where she wants or wander the backstage until it’s time to group up again. She could just as easily settle in on the couch off in the quiet corner of the room where Chaeyoung is napping and Momo is playing on her phone.

However her attention is focused on Sana. The older girl is leaning up against Mina and they’re both laughing about something, it’s hard to tell with the loud noise of the room. Sana’s arms are looped around Mina’s waist and Mina’s hands are holding onto hers. Sana is tucked up against her shoulder, leaning in against the side of her face and her neck when she giggles and talks.

Dahyun doesn’t get jealous often. She knows Sana is flirty with everyone. That’s just how Sana is. Maybe it’s the heat of the room or the leftover adrenaline from being on stage but she feels incredibly warm and frustrated that Sana isn’t wrapped up in her arms like that.

“Sana unnie!” She calls, waiting until Sana turns to find the origin of her name. Mina’s head also turns but Dahyun is only focused on Sana. Dahyun nods her head to the door quietly before walking out, hoping that Sana follows.

It’s a dumb worry that Sana will just ignore her and continue to happily bounce between members with back hugs and stolen kisses and legs in each others laps. That maybe Sana really doesn’t care-

The door opens bringing with it a sudden increase in volume as the sound from in the room leaks free, and then it’s dim again when it quietly swings shut. Sana’s heel click on the floor as she comes close. Dahyun can hear her soft breathing, still finding her breath from their high energy stage.

Dahyun doesn’t turn around, keeps walking at a pace she knows Sana can follow, not getting too far ahead. It’s just them. Just the two of them when they finally round the corner and end up in a different hallway. The lights are dimmer down here and it looks as if all the doors haven’t been opened in a while. Storage maybe. Dahyun finally stops.

When she turns around she’s knocked out of breath, just like she thought she would seeing Sana. She’s wearing that same beaming, cute smile that she always does. Soft breaths part her lips and raise her chest and shoulders, the only movement that keeps going after Sana stops walking. Her skin is flushed, a light, hot blush over the tops of her cheeks. And even though the sweat had been wiped away, there’s a barely there sheen starting at her hairline.

Sana flicks her long hair off her shoulder and shifts her weight to one foot. Dahyun can feel her fingertips buzzing with the desire to just touch. Dahyun can only imagine how smooth that heated skin is, tracing every soft curve of Sana’s body from her shoulders to her waist to her hips.

Sana looks excited, happy and still a little giggly, maybe from whatever she and Mina had been laughing about, but Dahyun can also see the little worried furrow between her brows. The bright glimmer in her eyes are a mask to some deep panic.

“Is everything okay? You look a little upset.” Sana chuckles a little, breathless. She shifts her weight again to the otherside. Her curls fall off to the other shoulder and new skin is exposed.

Dahyun licks her lips and takes a breath. She doesn’t have to breath in confidence to move and touch her own girlfriend but she finds the habit hard to break anyway. The background fear of someone seeing them still very present in Dahyun’s mind. She’s just grown to learn how to not give a damn in situations like this.

Dahyun reaches out and grabs Sana’s wrist, pulling her down the hallway enough to hide them in a doorway. If someone turns the corner they won’t immediately see them but it’d give them enough cover to make distance.

“Unnie-” she bites her lip before letting it go, watching Sana’s eyes flick down to watch the moment Dahyun’s tongue smooths over the bitten skin. It’s all the affirmation she needs.

Dahyun presses Sana against the wall, hands on her hips, kissing her like they don’t have enough time. They don’t. Who knows how much time Dahyun wasted just staring .

Sana grins into the kiss and somehow it makes Dahyun kiss her harder. She thinks to herself, don’t make any smartass comment, don’t tease me, don’t make me start something we don’t have the time to finish.

A gentle hand pulls her in by the back of the head, fingers carding soft through her hair, probably still warm and damp from sweat. Dahyun almost wants to complain but then Sana is grabbing and pulling and all she can do is groan and lean back, eyes fluttering shut.

“So excited,” she whispers, her own excitement betraying the teasing tone she was going for. Dahyun finds herself licking at her own lips to chase the pressure of being kissed. Her nails dig in to the exposed skin of Sana’s midriff between her skirt and cropped tank top.

“Tell unnie what you want,” she giggles, breath close, falling over Dahyun’s collar and neck, raising goosebumps along the back of her arms. Sana is teasing; she knows what Dahyun wants and she definitely doesn't need to be told to get it.

The quiet hallway fills with the soft clatter of their heels as Sana pushes Dahyun up against the opposite wall. Her thigh wedges up between Dahyun’s legs, hiking up her skirt. They can’t, they both know they can’t do this here. They don’t have the time. It’s too public. But the idea still makes Dahyun’s heart race, pounding in her chest as Sana’s hands slide up over her stomach and squeezes her breasts before she’s kissing her again.

They must be there for too long, hands groping and rubbing and moving, hips rocking back and forth against each other, lips soft against one another and even softer on skin. A door slams shut in the distance and Sana jolts away, hands flying to fix her hair and clothes while Dahyun does the same and picks herself up from the wall.

They try and look as inconspicuous as possible. Hot faces can be hidden with adrenaline blushes and slick lips as gloss. When no one comes around the corner after a minute of waiting and staring at each other Dahyun pulls Sana into one more kiss and then steps out into the hallway.

“Later?” she asks, “back home?”

Sana pushes a piece of hair behind her ear and her small lips curl into a smile. She’d be cute if not for her lust dark eyes, roaming Dahyun right there like she’s contemplating just taking their clothes off right then and there.

But she doesn't. Instead she nods and their hands find one another and they don’t let go until they get to the front of their dressing room. It’s not as loud as before, and it seems the girls have come back just in time. The rest of their members and grabbing their things as the staff pack their bags up.

As Dahyun slips in before Sana, she barely contains her yelp when a hand squeezes her butt through her skirt. She hops into the room and spins around, shooting Sana a glare as she retreats to the safety of a public room. Sana just laughs at her for it.

#twice #minatozaki sana #kim dahyun #lesbians #twice saida #saida

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itsjustahuman · 7 years

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Change of Heart (Enoch O’Connor x reader)

A/n: this is before Jacob enters the loop and I’m also writing this based on Enoch in the movie.

You were the new kid in the loop, you just came in from America with your peculiarity, being able to talk to the dead. When you first entered the loop all the little kids swarmed you, asking questions left right and center. "Polite persons take turns when speaking" said the bird, effectively silencing all the children. "What's your name?" asked the blonde girl with shoes that look like they're weighing her down. All the children looked at you eyes wide with curiosity. "My name's (y/n)." you said. "What're all your names?" "Well, my name's Emma, my peculiarity is that I can levitate" she pointed at a little girl with blonde curls and a little pink dress "Claire, she has a mouth at the back of her neck" she moves her hand towards a rather young boy with a few bees flying around him "He's Hugh, he has bees living inside of him" then she points at a boy that was dressed rather too formal for the occasion "Horace, he dream prophetic dreams that is projected through his eye" she points at a girl with fiery red hair "Olive, she can control fire from her hands" she moves on to a brunette with curls in her hair "Bronwyn, she has the strength of 10 men" "Fiona, she has the power to control nature" "Millard, he's invisible" she said pointing towards an empty space in the crowd except the presence of a floating hat. She placed her hands onto the heads of 2 strange children covered head to toe in clothes with their faces painted on with only holes for them to look through "The twins". "And Enoch..." she said but only to trail off while looking around presumably to look for where he is. "He's probably sulking in his room playing with his dolls" Miss Peregrine opens her pocket watch "We have 23 minutes and 46 seconds until supper, do not be late children" she says walking off to the sitting room. ~Time skip to supper brought to you by Enoch's homuncoli battling it to the death~ You walked into the dining room with Emma, there was only 3 empty seats left on the table. "Take a seat, children" said Miss Peregrine. You took a seat in the chair next to Horace only to feel something lumpy beneath you. "Hey! Get off me" shouts Millard. You quickly get off and stand up apologising for sitting on him. "Polite persons don't sit at the dinner table nude Mr Nullings, go put on some clothes" said Miss Peregrine. You heard foot steps run off and up the stair case. You sit next to Emma on the dining table while the children in charge of dinner for the day came out of the kitchen with a whole feast. Out of the corner of your eye you see a boy walk up the stairs from the basement. He looked pretty cute, his hair was brown and curly, hazel eyes that could stare through your soul, and with a jawline sharp enough to cut someone. "Who are you and why are you in my seat?" he rudely asked you. "Now, now Enoch be polite now, this is (y/n) she's new here. Now sit and enjoy your supper" said the bird. Enoch sat down in the chair that Millard used to sit in grumbling away on how he should be able to speak in whatever way he wanted to speak. He looked up to only notice you staring at him assessing his looks. He gives you a scowl and says "Take a picture it'll last longer" and continues to eat the food on his plate. After he finished he stands up, making a horrible screeching noise and heading towards the stair case. You chase after him and grab his wrist to stop him. "Wait, what's your peculiarity?" you asked timidly. "Well, why don't you come with me and find out". You follow him down the stairs and he opens a door. Inside the room you see a desk with papers randomly strewn all over the surface. There were a few dolls on it lying limply in the center of it all. On the walls of the room are shelves with jars on it, with what seem like organs of sorts. Hearts, lungs, stomachs, kidneys. Enoch walks over to his shelves and picks up a few jars with hearts in them then heads over to his desk. He sits on the chair and opens up the jar. The fowl stench of something rotting came rolling out of the jar. "That smells rancid" you said purely disgusted just by the stench. "You get used to it after a while" said Enoch. He reached him hand into the jar and took out a heart. He shoved the heart into the cavity into one of the dolls chest. "Why are you shoving it into the doll?" you asked. He sighed "First of all, they're called homuncoli and if you weren't so impatient then you'll see what it'll do." he said as he wiggled his hand around in the chest cavity. After a while he takes his hand out and the homunculi slowly stand up on it's feet. He does this again for another doll it rises as well. Enoch pushes them together says "FIGHT TO THE DEATH WITH YOU MEASLY CREATURES". The dolls start fighting while Enoch cheered them on in the background. You just stared at them dumbfounded as the limbs of the dolls slowly fell off. Olive knocked on the door of the room and came in. "Miss Peregrine told me to call you two to the sitting room to watch the movie." Enoch stood up with a poker face, then smashes his fist onto the dolls stopping their fight. All that was left is just scraps of plastic and a few recognizable limbs laying about. We all walk towards the sitting room and see all the children already seated down with Horace sitting in a recliner with a glass monocle on his right eye. As Horace was projecting his nightmare we saw what seemed to be some monsters eating the eyes of adults and children. The children gasp, Claire crying while Emma tried to comfort her. Miss Peregrine woke Horace up and sent all the children to bed early. "What were those things in Horace's dream?" you asked the bird. She looks at you and simply walks off to tuck the children into bed. You head to your room and change into your pajamas. You lay in bed thinking about the weird monsters you saw in the dream. You tossed and turned trying to get a decent amount of sleep when you heard the voice of a young boy. You knew that it was just a ghost but you had nothing better to do so you followed the voice. The voice lead you to the end of the hallway. The doors were slightly ajar and you pushed it opened with a creak. You cursed at the sound and opened the door slowly to prevent the whole house from waking up. You saw the body of a young boy on the bed 'sleeping'. It was obvious he was dead as his chest wasn't rising and falling like he was breathing. You took a seat at the side of the bed and turned to face him. "I haven't seen you before who are you?" the mouth of the body moved. "I'm (y/n) I just came here today and it's my first time living in a loop". "Who are you?" you asked. "My name is Victor, I'm the twin brother of Bronwyn. I was killed by a hollow." Victor answered. "What are those?" you asked. "They're monsters that control their hunger by eating the eyes of peculiars such as you and me" Victor answered. You heard foot steps heading to the room and you see Enoch standing at the door way. "What are you doing here?" asked Enoch, he sounded furious. "Well, I couldn't sleep so I came here I was just talking to Victor" you answered. "That's stupid, how can you talk to him when he's clearly dead" said Enoch, his eyes were watering almost streaming down his pale cheeks. "Enoch, I can talk to dead people" you straight forwardly told him. You stared at Enoch as tears streamed down his face. You took up and took the few steps to reach him at the door way. You raised your hands and cupped his cheeks. Using your thumbs you wiped away his tears that were running down his face. "Hey, what's wrong?" you asked softly. "Victor died a few months before you came, he was lured out by a wright that lead him to a hollow that ate his eyes" he sniffled a few times. "Everything from my life either hates me or dies" he said sobbing. "Enoch, everyone doesn't hate you. Look at everyone in this house, they love you with all their hearts and they don't seem to be dying anytime soon" you said comforting Enoch. You hugged him and ran your finger through his curly hair. He wrapped his arms around you and nuzzled into your neck. The hot breaths coming from him were making you blush, luckily he couldn't see it. After an hour, he slowly let go of his hold on you and looked at you with reddish eyes. "Thanks (y/n) I really needed that" he said. "Don't worry about it Enoch, I'll be here whenever you need me" you replied. You both walked out of the room together, not forgetting to shut the doors. Together, you walked towards your room. You were going to walk in when he grabbed your hand. "Can I sleep with you tonight?" Enoch asked looking at his feet. You softly giggled and said "Sure Enoch, you can sleep with me anytime you want". Both of you walked into your room and climbed into bed. Enoch wrapped his arms around you and you layed your head on his chest. You hummed from the warmth you were receiving from his arms. As time passed you were slowly getting drowsy. You felt Enoch kiss your head and you looked up at him with a blurry vision. "You know" he paused "I never really hated you, I liked you since I saw you sitting in my seat at supper" That night, you both slept together and it was one of the best sleeps you have ever gotten in your whole life. A/n: Hey there, this was my first ever post on here and my first fanfic that I've ever written. Hopefully yall liked it as much as I love Enoch. Yeah, I’m insane.

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Wherever You Will Go (post AoS Dousy Fic)

Fandom: Agents of Shield Pairing: Daisy x Daniel Rating: Teen and up Word Count: 1,717

Summary:

What kind of present time is the team returning to after their hard fought battle against the Chronicoms? Will Daisy get her happy ending? If Daniel has anything to say about it, he'll always find his way back to her. Is there someone out there who can bring him back to her?

(entirely inspired by the song "Wherever You Will Go," by The Calling.

A/N:

Whooo boy yall. I heard this song the other day and was just struck with inspiration for Dousy.

It's also my attempt at an endgame fix-it fic of sorts regarding plotholes and the lack of Phil Coulson and Daisy Johnson in the MCU, and aos/endgame fusion if you will.

This is a multi-chap with it all plotted out, and several chapters drafted. Non-beta-ed, we die as men.

I hope you'll join me for the ride!

Ao3 Link

Chapter 1:

For a moment, silence rings throughout the Zephyr.

Daisy slumps against the wall, exhausted. The adrenaline from the final fight against Malick and the Chronicoms is starting to dissipate.

“The Zephyr is stable. Anyone still standing, make your way to the bridge for a headcount,” Mack’s voice booms through the stillness.

Somehow she finds the strength to make it through the corridors, the desire to see her team and make sure Daniel is safe, the only thing keeping her going. Finally, she turns the last corner and sees Coulson first.

He turns in time to see her as she half hugs, half collapses in his arms.

“Whoa, whoa, I got you.”

“Did we win?”

“Yea, we won. You can rest now,” he says leading her to one of the bench seats.

Then she’s pushing against him, fighting against his hold.

“No, where’s Sousa? Did he make it?”

“I’m right here,” he affirms from behind her.

Daisy feels a wave of relief at hearing his voice. She turns and finds him looking at her with a similar look of relief.

Without thinking about the consequences or who is watching, they step toward each other, and Daisy immediately pulls him down for a kiss. He wraps his arms around her without thinking, supporting as much of her weight as he can. The kiss is life affirming and celebratory, but there’s a desperation underneath, both of them scared that the fight’s not really over, that any minute now one of them will disappear.

“Ay Dios Mio,” Yo-yo grumbles as she passes them.

They pull apart, faint blushes covering their cheeks. It only lasts a minute before Daisy’s putting nearly all of her weight on Daniel. In an instant, he lifts her into his arms and carries her over to the seats. He carefully sits down with her, and her head immediately finds his chest.

“I told you so,” Mack rubs in Yo-yo’s face.

One by one, the rest of the team filters in. Injuries are assessed and hugs are shared.

Coulson and Mack quietly discuss their next steps.

“Everyone needs a break, and a really good night of sleep,” Mack suggests.

“Agreed. Fortunately for us, we have all the time we need here in the temporal zone. Let them rest, eat. We can regroup in 12 hours,” Coulson tells him.

Mack gives the order to everyone, and the team scatters.

***

Daniel carefully settles Daisy onto the bed of her bunk. Methodically, he takes off her boots, and then her gauntlets. He gently sits next to her on the bed, and softly moves hair out of her bruised face. Even with the dark purple spots and cuts, she’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

“Heyya, Danny-boy,” she says sleepily with a half smile.

He laughs out loud and brings her hand to his lips, kissing it softly.

“Back atcha, Quake.”

She turns her head into her pillow and groans in embarrassment. She’s never going to forgive Mack.

“You need to get some rest,” he prods.

“You know, I’d normally fight you on that, but I kind of feel like I was hit by a truck.”

“You never have to pretend you’re okay with me,” he tells her earnestly, rubbing his hands up and down her arm soothingly.

“Then can I ask you to stay? I don’t want to be alone.”

“Thank God. I don’t want to leave your side,” he answers, already sliding his shoes off and propping himself up against the headboard beside her.

“You should lay down and get some sleep too,” she insists.

“I will. I just want to watch over you for a little while.”

Daisy blushes, but curls herself around him and lays her head on his lap. He automatically starts running his fingers through her hair.

“I thought you would have had enough of that by now,” she mumbles.

“Never enough,” he says softly. “Now get some sleep.”

His gentle touch and comforting embrace lulls her to sleep within minutes.

***

Daisy wakes to the smell of eggs and bacon wafting through the Zephyr. She also can’t help but notice a warm body wrapped around her. Her suspicions are confirmed when she opens her eyes and all she can see is the blue of Daniel’s shirt. That damn shirt.

Her head is tucked under his chin, and her arms are curled up between them. She’s using one of his arms as a pillow, while his other one is holding her close. She recognizes the intimacy of the moment, how they somehow jumped a million steps, but it feels right.

“Good morning,” she hears his deep voice mumble against her hair.

“Possibly the best one since 1931.”

She nuzzles further into him, and wraps an arm around his waist, pulling him closer.

“Definitely the best,” he confirms.

“As much as I would like to stay here and fall right back to sleep, I’m starving, and I can smell Coulson cooking breakfast.”

“Oh no, I better get out of your way before you quake me,” he mocks.

“The square has jokes, huh?”

“A few.”

He’s blushing when he leans over to kiss her softly. Her hand finds a home in his hair, and she kisses him back. His hand starts gliding up and down her spine, and without thinking, she gives more over to the kiss. She nibbles his lip, and he moans, causing her to stop, but he follows her quickly with his tongue, surprising her. From there, it’s a blur, both of them becoming heated. His fingertips are just grazing her stomach under her tank top when a loud knocking interrupts them.

“Daisy...Coulson has food ready. C’mon before it gets cold,” Jemma informs her from behind the door. She’s quiet for a moment before continuing. “And bring Sousa with you.”

Both of them are catching their breaths as they stare at each other, not flushed with embarrassment, but longing.

“That wasn’t funny,” Daisy says staring up at him with emotion.

“No. It wasn’t funny at all,” he replies, voice thick with the same emotion. He caresses her cheek softly. “Let’s get you some food.”

Daisy agrees and lets him pull her out of bed. They decide to part ways to freshen up and change clothes before facing the new day.

***

Everyone is gathered around the common area near the small kitchen galley. Daisy can hear the laughter as she comes down the hall from her bunk. It looks like she’s the last to arrive as she spots Daniel sitting at the table. On the opposite side, she catches the tail end of Mack’s story that has them all giggling.

“And then she did a full on superhero landing, right in front of hundreds of people, live on t.v.”

“She totally outed herself as Quake,” Jemma says, leaning over to show Daniel a picture on her phone.

He’s laughing along with everyone else when she clears her throat and makes her presence known.

“I see how it’s gonna be. Should I bring up the Jasper Sitwell incident?” she threatens while leaning against the cabinets.

Jemma jerks her phone away. “Oh, don’t be a spoil sport.”

“If it makes you feel any better, Tremors, we started off by telling him about how you saved our lives that day.”

Daisy grumbles as she starts to pour some coffee. “So what other dirty laundry have you aired, Mack Hammer?”

“Well, I have seen the,” Daniel pauses and looks to Jemma, “what did you call it? The goth phase?”

“Jemma!” Daisy shrieks.

“I’m sorry! We got carried away telling stories.”

“I think my favorite hair is the purple streak,” Daniel adds.

Daisy just face-palms.

“Okay, okay. Sousa, I’ve been dying to ask you for some SSR stories,” Coulson intervenes.

Daniel dives into a hilarious anecdote about Howard Stark and one of his inventions. As Daisy prepares her plate and sits down next to Daniel, she soaks in the peacefulness. From there, the conversation flows from one war story to another, some hilarious, some sad.

Long after their plates are emptied, they’re still going at it.

“Wait a minute, wait a minute...Thor’s real?” Daniel asks, shocked.

All of the girls nod and sigh, and Jemma pipes up, “I think I’ve got a picture!”

Jemma immediately pulls up a photo to show Daniel.

“You sure did find that awfully fast,” Fitz grumbles.

Daniel looks and his eyebrows raise. “That's...impressive.”

Daisy nearly chokes on her cold coffee, Daniel’s word choice reminding her of their conversation in the time loop. Yo-yo and May try to lean over and catch a glimpse too.

“Oh, jeez. C’mon guys. He’s not that dreamy,” Coulson whines.

“As much as I would love this particular conversation to continue, we do have some difficult things to talk about, like when we’re going home?” Jemma suggests as she puts her phone away. Everyone chimes in as they all start discussing problems back home.

“Hold on, hold on,” Coulson butts in. “Maybe we shouldn’t rush. You all deserve to have a break, and we have plenty of food. We all need to heal. We don’t know what we’ll be going home to.”

“I suppose it wouldn’t hurt. We really have all the time in the world here,” Fitz responds.

The conversation drifts from there, everyone sharing the various things they’re looking forward to doing when they get home. Discreetly, Daniel takes Daisy's hand under the table.

Not discreetly enough that May and Coulson both don’t notice. Coulson leans into May as they continue to watch their friends, family really, talk about happier things.

“He’s good for her,” he says with a hint of remorse.

“He is. I can feel his affection for her. It’s genuine,” May observes.

Coulson goes silent as he watches on.

“It’s more than you just wanting the team to have a break, isn’t it, Phil. What aren’t you saying?” May asks looking at him stoically.

Coulson sighs and rubs his hand down his face.

“You know how I had to go into the time stream to destroy it...well I saw a lot of future timelines. They all had one thing in common,” he says before pausing and looking at Sousa grinning from ear to ear at Daisy.

“Daniel Sousa has to go back to 1955, or else he’ll cease to exist.”

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