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littledes1re · 1 month ago

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How to disappear | Chapter: two

Summary: Joel is feeling guilty, he is broken. He ruined you. Yet, he has the audacity to come to your house and have dinner. To come to your door and talk to you. Your mind is a chaos.

Warnings: ANGST, fluff (but as a flashback, i’m sorry) dealing with heartbreak, tommy cameo, Joel is kinda an asshole, fighting, age gap! (23 and 61), grief, anxiety, lots of crying, depression, small reference to suicide

A/N: AAA it‘s finally hereeeee. It’s kinda short but there is lot’s of things going on right now so🫩But this took SO long I kept deleting it and then rewriting it. I was never satisfied, but now I think I like it. I didn‘t even think so many people would read it🥹

„You‘re not the happiest I‘ve seen you, once again.“ if his mother would still be alive, Tommy would run to her and spill his heart out about joel. Ask for advice, listen to her words and maybe even cry. He couldn‘t understand his pain, but could see his sorrow. He wanted to reach his hand out, take a part out of it, carry it with his own. But Joel never let him—never let him past that strong wall that he was hiding behind.

„It‘s going.“ Joel shrugged, taking a sip from his drink and putting it down. In his mind he was already planning to make this wall stronger, so this time Tommy wouldn‘t even notice when his mood was off for a few days. But, he couldn‘t blame him. The months after the accident, joel did not even once speak to his little brother. There was an uncomfortable passing between them, one that none of them could break, the guilt weighed heavy on both of them—one, not knowing how to handle his big brother after his daughter died in his arms; the other, not knowing how to open up, shutting people out completely, resigned to misery and solitude.

„S‘nothing. Swear.“

And joels stomach twists at the thought of calling you nothing.

„Okey, brother. I believe you. Uh—benjamin’s birthday is tomorrow. You comin‘? And tess too?“ Tommy asks, a little bit more hopeful because Joel was actually showing interest in their conversation. Yet, there was still this dull light in his eyes, sadness and the bags under them did nothing to ease his worries. His brother was strong—that was certain. Whatever he was saying should be true and tommy tried his best to hang on that reassuring promise that joel was doing okey, even if in the back of his mind he beat himself up, for not knowing how to handle him. How to handle his anxiety, his guilt.

„Yeah, sounds good.“

There was a bling, his phone went off. It was you, once again.

Every time Joel read your messages, your letters, each one left unanswered, each call declined, a sharp knife that already sits in his heart just twists a little deeper. There is no denying in what he had done. The cowardice. He had ruined you, crushed something fragile within you, made you love him only to vanish without a single explanation. The only thing left in his wake was consequence. The deep hatred he carried for himself, the suffocating guilt, always trailing behind him like a second shadow. He tried, over and over, to give himself and the world another chance—but he ruins it, every single time. And now, seeing the weight of it all reflected trough your efforts, makes him want to die. He tried that once, but he is a coward.

The day he came to your room to ask how you are doing. The day he got the news that your mother had passed. It all hit him. He just understood the pain you were feeling and how much of a moron your dad was. Being best friends with him for years, he saw some shit that made his stomach turn. Not even once caring for his daughter, always having a dumb excuse to not pick you up from somewhere, always having an excuse to avoid his daughter. And god—if joel didn‘t need to be friends with him because of work, he would‘ve probably beat him.

Alone, angry and miserable. He knew how you were feeling, and if your dads not going to be there to comfort you, he took that role.

But he wished he didn‘t. There was a line that was crossed, the more time you spent together, the more he lost himself in you. Suddenly, the pain wasn't that big anymore; suddenly he had someone with him who understood him and gave him strength. Joel hadn't known anything like that in a long time. This affection from someone else. If it wasn't a warm shoulder on a cold winter morning, then it was the loving look when he showed up at your door. It felt like everything else in the world disappeared and only the two of you existed. Understood, comforted, loved. Together.

His eyes fell to the pink blanket he extra bought for you, a sharp pain spread over his heart.

“No, keep em’ closed.”

The air was crisp, carrying the scent of fresh grass and distant city lights. It was one beautiful night. The temperature just the kind of gentle chill that brushed against bare skin, coaxing shivers yet never sharp enough to be uncomfortable. A perfect summer night.

He was standing behind you, his hands hovering over your eyes, warm and slightly trembling. Joel was nervous. And he wasn’t sure if you noticed it. He even accidentally stumbled on the back of your feet, a little ‘sorry’ leaving his lips. But you always noticed, every single detail that his expression makes, his body language. You knew it all. Seeing a man like him, with his rough edges, grumpy attitude being anxious was a rare sight, but a sweet one.

Your heart was thrumming inside your chest— there was a sweet awaiting of love and affection but one that was still swimming in the unknown. Anticipation floating in the air between you two. Neither of you dared to take the first step. Maybe it was fear. Fear that what you felt was love—or something dangerously close to it—but that for him, it was something else entirely. A refuge, a place to rest, not a fire to burn in. Was it love, or merely the comfort of knowing you were there? If he had never needed saving, would he have reached for you at all?

Yet, you imagined it was love. Waiting, wanting. Needing.

“Okey, open them.”

And as you did, you sucked in a breath.

The soft glow of the fairy lights twinkled, golden and pretty against the darkness, that was surrounding you two. A white sheet had been hung from the tree, flickering slightly as it caught the breeze. In front of that — a projector. Pillows and a pink blanket had been scattered across the grass, cosy and all of it carefully placed, he made it just for you. And you couldn’t believe it.

Same flannel. He was wearing the same flannel in front of you from that night. Shamelessly sitting there, eating. The hatred filled you, the anger was one you could feel in your bones yet you wanted to cry. Your fist were clenched under the table, leaving marks on your skin. There was a tight knot in your throat, just barely keeping you from sobbing out loud. Like a baby. You were ashamed, cheeks flamed— because apparently he didn’t care.

You had your answer. Joel just wanted a shoulder to cry on. And it was you who fell in love and made everything difficult.

Why tho? That single word clawed at your mind, echoing in the quiet.

All these words he whispered to you in the middle of the night, all the times he had made you blush, giggle, smile. Looked at you love. Tucking you to bed, cuddling you, making you food. People didn’t just do that for fun? Do they?

He looked at you as if nothing else existed in this world except you

It hurt. It felt like a gut punch. Like you could crawl away from the embarrassment and stick your head into sand only to never come out.

But what hurt more was the painful realisation, that he moved on. So easily. As if you were nothing more than a passing season in his life, something to be forgotten once the weather changed.

His girlfriend was beautiful, polite and way older. Older than you. While there should have been deep hatred toward them both, you couldn‘t get past that. Your mind even coming to the conclusion that they fit together. Fit together way more than you and joel did. The age gap was a normal one, she probably had a good job and income, an apartment. You had none of those things. And maybe joel didn‘t deserve that, maybe his decision was right, maybe you shouldn‘t be sad, you should be happy that he found himself someone. Gaslighting yourself wouldn‘t change this situation much further. Because as much as a difficult conclusion that is, you fell in love with him. And now you lost him to someone else.

He laughed at the table—that warm laughter you knew so well, the kind that spilled from bad dad jokes, the kind that made your stomach ache with giggles. But you kept searching for his eyes, for their softness, for the light he once gave you. He avoided your gaze, and part of you was grateful because if you met his eyes now, everything would crumble. You'd unravel, a crying mess, right in front of your dad. And you hated yourself for it—for being so sensitive, for not moving on as quickly as he had.

While you tried your best to concentrate on eating, which consisted of only moving the food underneath fork left to right, you caught his eyes, from the corner of your eye. He was looking at you, watching, trying to get your attention? And there it was. Eye contact. You didn‘t burst out in tears, like you thought you would. You didn‘t even twitch with your eye. You felt it in your chest. A drop, then warmth spreading in you, goosebumps on your whole body. Cheeks flaming hot, just like the tip of your ears. You couldn‘t take this anymore.

„Excuse me, i‘m not hungry anymore“ You abruptly left the table, not even looking at the people before sprinting to your room.

Your press your back against the door, locking it and looking around your room.

Slumping onto your bed, limbs weak as your arms wrap around your body. The walls seem to close in, slowly suffocating you, leaving you alone with your own thoughts. And as your chest tightens you think of your mother. How she was your best friend. How you could tell her everything in the world and she would not judge you once, not question anything. Just listen to you.

The slow and painful realisation of being alone, makes you suddenly sob. Breaking free before you can even stop it. You press your face against your pillow, trying to muffle them but they come anyway, loud, ragged and shaking your whole frame. Memories of her voice haunt you, the way she gently laid her hand on your shoulder, her warm laugh filling the room. The sweet worried look she would give you whenever you feel bad about something. Nerve wrecking, helpless. You couldn‘t do much. You had to accept it and move on. The embarrassment, the fear that it would happen again.

And suddenly, there was a knock. And after asking three times over who it was, you sure knew it wasn‘t your father.

His brown eyes gently looked every inch of your face, his bottom lip quivering. He just stood there, looked at your red, crying face.

„Oh, babygirl.“ it slipped out. He didn‘t want to call you that. Heck— he didn‘t even want to come to your room in the first place.

And for a split moment you wanted to fall into his arms.

Bury your face into his chest and let yourself overcome with the comfort and warmth you haven‘t felt for months. But you didn‘t. You raised your hand slowly and without a brink in your eye, you slapped him across the face. A sudden, unexpected act that not only took him by complete surprise but also you.

„How do you have the fucking audacity to come here and call me babygirl?“

And Joel was just standing there. Like a fish out of water, mouth gaped open and not moving. The right side of his cheek slowly turning red, as you looked at him. Shocked, hurt and angry.

„I—I don‘t know.“ his voice was careful, like he is testing waters before talking. Not wanting to have another hit in his face. Yet his eyes were still full of worry, the bags under his eyes deeper than ever. You wondered if he also had sleepless nights.

„Why do you even show your face here? And with her! Did you not care for me just a little bit? Was I just a shoulder to cry on for you?“

„That‘s not what this is.“

Disbelief gripped you. The anger you felt inside was something that had been building up over these months. And you wanted to take it all out on him. Everything. Your father and his ability to make you feel useless. On the guilt that gnawed at you whenever you resented your mother for leaving you alone. On your friends—who, in the end, were never really friends at all.

He was just looking at you. Jaw tight, his hands shoved deep into his pockets as if he is holding himself up by force. There was no warmth in his eyes as you knew it, they were empty. A shallow vessel of a man was looking at you, while you desperately tried to hold into the one feeling he showed you. Love.

„then what is it?“ you step forward, almost daring him to flinch, to react, to prove that the man you love is somehow still in there.

Joel doesn‘t answer, looks away and tried to find the right words to answer you. But they never come. There is an uncomfortable silence between you two. One that you never experienced with him.

“You are such a coward“ you spit, voice breaking. Tears streaking down your face, landing on your mouth as you taste the saltiness.

„Please stop with the letters and calls. I‘m with her now. I don‘t want her to get uncomfortable.“

Wow. Every word that left his mouth hit you in the face like a brick. Your breath was gone and you wished you could crumble, crumble in front of him and disappear. You wanted to be held by the hands of your mother and lay down her chest, smell her. You wanted to cry out and sob. You wanted to slap him, kick him, scream into his face. But everything around you blurred together, the pain wrapped around your ribs, just tightening more and more as you looked into the face of a man you never knew.

You didn‘t know him. You apparently never did.

The feelings that he showed you, grief, anger and pain. All gone, once again being kept deep inside, he turned into that miserable man he was right after his daughter died. And maybe you realised, that‘s who he was. That‘s who he was always and the kindness, comfort, light you experienced was all in your head. He played you, so he could have you, then left you with a hole in your heart.

You watched silently as he left your room. Then, a couple minutes later, you watched from the window as he and his girlfriend walked to their car, packed their things in and got in.

He looked up, his eyes meeting yours one last time before he drove away.

You wished to disappear.

You wished to hate him.

You wished you could forget.

But knowing, cruelly, that you never will.

Fucking joel you little pos🫩😔

Chapter one! Chapter three!

Thank you so much for reading!!! as always, english isn‘t my first language—so feedback or any corrections of mistakes are appreciated!!!🫶🏻

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rivai-hana · 1 month ago

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A strong man can handle a strong woman.

hange is not just a good soldire but

She is a strong sqaud leader,14th commander of scouts , intelligent scientist, a good chef, a good teacher , enthusiastic person , mother figure for scouts like eren, mikasa ,armin , sasha ,connie , Jean, historia , ymir etc

If i am talking about her power then she had lifted 3 man . olou bozardo's weight is 61 kg

Pastor nick weight is 72 kg

Fleagal reeves weight is 74kg

While hange's weight is 60 kg

hange had grabbed olou 2 times by the collar and lifted him (ova), Same with flegal reeves (season 3). She had picked up Nick (season 2) with her own hands and thrown him.

So she is powerful woman by her strength.

Statistics of levi and hange

You can see levi's combate power equals to hange's intelligence. It's 11. They got same numbers.

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kiss-me-muchoo · 2 months ago

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𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 || 𝐉𝐨𝐞𝐥 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

summary_ after three months away and passing as dead in Jackson, you and Joel discover you have been with WLF the whole time and you give your husband a shocking surprise at the ripe age of 61 after infected trespass the hospital of Denver.

warnings_ age gap (late 20s/joel’s age in s2), sex is implied, gore, angst, fluff, fallacy references, canon divergence, A LOT of medical inaccuracies, character death (NOT JOEL), no proofreading

Notes_ reader’s “secret” revealed

「 𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐫: 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 」 masterlist

♫ ♪ the worst playlist 4 Pedro

✰ Index (+ fics here)

୨ৎ───୨ৎ───୨ৎ───୨ৎ───୨ৎ

There are lines marked all over your arms; proof of how well you slept.

Someone bangs on the door of your place, and you rub your eyes before standing up and putting on some hoodie and shorts to cover your naked body.

Joel was still soundly asleep.

The banging grew louder, and you hissed.

“Jesus! I already heard!” You start hearing some chuckles and upon opening the door, you see Rosalie.

“It’s late. You have an appointment at the hospital” she says, crossing her arms and looking up and down at you with a cheeky smirk. “Ah, you and Joel spent the night fucking”

She doesn’t even question, she knows. Rosalie is your blonde, green-eyed, and tall best friend. Who knows you too well.

“All night? Really?” She teases as you let her come inside.

“Maybe till 2:00 am. He has good stamina” you admit, realizing that after healing his injuries, Joel had only rejuvenated a little.

He had a new haircut and shaved beard, only looking hotter than ever. Making you forget about all the trauma of the ski lodge.

“Yeah, probably with all the vitamins and therapy they’ve given him, he must feel great” Rosalie agrees with a smirk.

“Anyways, I was heavenly fucked by my husband all night. How’s Rae?” You ask and Rosalie starts chuckling, watching you brush your teeth in the kitchen and then putting on some old sneakers.

“Rae is fine, he’s coming back earlier today” You nod, gesturing to him that you’re ready.

Rae was twenty-five, and he was the head electrician at the hospital of Denver. He loved Rosalie so much that he built her a coffee machine and many electronics.

“I’ll just go and say bye to Joel” she nods.

Your sleepy eyes notice he isn’t in bed anymore. Joel was just coming out of the bathroom. He already was dressed up and as he saw you, he smiled. His limping was still visible, but several times better.

“Morning, handsome” you greeted, kissing his cheeks. “I’m already running late to the clinic”

“You’re not feeling ill, right?” He questions with genuine worry. You only shake your head, hoping to ease him.

“No, dear. I’m good, just a quick check-up to see how my ribs are doing, then to work” Your hands start playing with his greying beard and you can’t help but admire your old man. “Just some more weeks and then we’re returning home”

Joel and you arrived in Denver three months ago. Greeted by a strong community that only asked for help. If you wanted medical aid, then you two had to be useful in whatever way possible.

“Alright, be careful. I’ll see you at lunch time” Joel says, and you give a peck on his cheek before moving to his lips and leaving a wet kiss.

Joel moves his hands to hold you by the waist, he steps closer and nudges his knee between your legs, making you moan.

“I heard that fucking moan, let’s go!” Rosalie yells from the leaving room.

Joel chuckles and you start blushing. Feeling very promiscuous and pointed out.

“Be safe, honey” you remind your husband.

“You too, dear” Joel replies.

You step back, out of the room.

The tiny apartment you were offered was just fine. Salmon paint in the walls, a microscopic kitchen, and a living room. One bathroom and bedroom are connected. It was just fine to survive.

You missed home. You missed going to council meetings, returning with Cerise, and finding Joel carving some new wooden toy for the girl. You missed cooking and the feeling of belonging in a place you could call home.

God, how bad you missed your daughter. Every night you and Joel wondered how she was. If she was suffering from her parent’s absence and how was the rest of the family.

But Joel had healed his leg, his wounds turned into scars. Your ribs were better and if everything went right, soon you two would be in Jackson.

But the day was just every other one from the past three months. In Jackson, Joel and you have been sleeping with the fishes for three months.

…

Bandaids to the left, needles to the right.

You had spent an hour placing medical equipment in different boxes at the hospital.

Which was a block away from the apartment complex where most of the people from the community lived.

Joel and you were lying. Saying you two came from Arizona. Since there were no actual places to get a marriage license, everyone in Denver believed you two were just a couple with an age gap.

Even to Rosalie and Rae, they knew something happened in Jackson, but they didn’t know exactly what. And to avoid questioning, you also never pushed Rosalie to tell you why she and Rae left Jackson in the first place.

They still worked as electricians, had the trust of the leader named Masiel, and convinced him to let you and Joel temporarily stay.

Joel worked helping to fix the cables and facade of the hospital. He barely talked to anyone besides Rosalie, Rae and you. He was awkward whenever Masiel asked him things and invited him to drink. To everyone’s eye, Joel reminded you of the man he was back then, at the Boston QZ. But behind closed doors, Joel was the same man you were in love with.

Most of the work was done inside the giant hospital. Only the street where it was and surrounding complex buildings formed the foundation for the people. It was guarded by men to protect from infected or raiders. It was a failed attempt at what Jackson was.

Starting with the fact that neither of the people inside the street was family.

And that’s when you were reminded that Denver wasn’t home.

But just having your friends and especially your husband working at the same place as you, was more than enough to give you hope.

“Miss y/n?” An old nurse called you, startling you.

You turned to see her; in her sixties, blonde, glasses, and poor attempt at wearing makeup. She reminded you of Gail.

“Yes?” You finally answer.

“Your results are ready” you gulp, slightly nervous.

…

You entered the cafeteria of the hospital, full of people. You started looking around until you found Joel sitting at a tiny table. Looking so grumpy and intimidating, until he spotted you and started smiling.

Your feet drag you all across the room until you’re sitting beside your husband.

“Hi, baby” you greet him as he hands you a wet cloth to clean yourself and hands you a sandwich. “I’m so hungry”

“I can tell, you’ve been eating my leftovers,” Joel says with a playful huff, his pinky finger poking yours. The gesture makes you smile, and you end up twirling your pinky finger with his.

“You always eat everything, Joel” you remind him with a light pinch in his hand.

“Don’t care. What did the doctors say?” He asks with full attention.

“No fissures, my ribs are completely healed” you answer with ease.

“Good, I was worried”

“Joel Miller worried? What a surprise!” He rolls his eyes at your comment.

“Very funny” you laugh, finishing your sandwich. “Can we get the hell outta here?”

“Why, peepaw?” He huffs at your nickname for him.

“You’ll beg when you need somethin’ from yer old man” You nudge him, blushing from his teasing.

“No, silly. I mean yes- I’d always beg for you but…” you take a bite of the sandwich. “Why do we have to go?”

“I can’t stand this crowd. I want to be only with you…” his comment makes your heart beat faster, utterly in love. You eye his graying curls, his navy shirt, and his new dark grey jacket. He looked heavenly handsome.

And that heavenly handsome man was your husband who only wanted to be with you.

“I know a place,” you say, almost whispering in case anyone heard.

“Don’t you have to go back with the nurses?”

Joel asks and you shrug, sending him a playful smirk all the while.

Nobody pays attention to you and him. Unlike Jackson, where Joel and you were known by every single person, in Denver nobody looked at you two.

And the people who knew you two didn’t care.

So, when you pushed Joel inside an empty office in the pediatric ward, you tried to make him sit at the desk. But he quickly manhandled you to take the place.

Your shorts hike up and you are giving him a naughty view of your naked thighs.

And you eyed him; God, he was so handsome.

And he was all yours.

“What’s with the looks?” Joel asks.

“Just admiring my husband” As time passed, Joel found himself feeling a little more worthy of having a perfect wife. But whenever you complimented his appearance, he got all shy and submissive.

So, he just checked once to see if nobody was outside in the hallway, to then lock the door and let you palm his hard length as he fingered you, fogging the window nearby and leaving him a mess.

…

It was days later when you got to help Rosalie with the wiring of the hospital. You looked at your best friend so concentrated on placing the right cables and wires together, some of them sparkling once in a while.

“Can you hand me the red ones; the cable crimpers?” She asks pointing at the toolbox resting on the floor. You nod, kneeling to grab the tool she asked for.

The cable crimpers were identical to the ones your daughter always used to steal from her father.

“What?” Rosalie asks when you started to take longer than intended.

“Sorry,” you shake your head, handing her the tool. “It’s just that the crimpers reminded me of Cerise”

“Oh… she used to steal Joel’s tools, right?” Of course, Rosalie remembers, she once found your daughter with a screwdriver inside her mouth. “I miss her a lot”

“If I miss her. You must be missing her to an extreme level, y/n” she says. “You’re her mother, of course, you miss her. But you’ll see her in some weeks”

“And at the same time. I’ve had a great time here with you and Rae” The moment of working is interrupted by the talking. “Which makes me feel guilty since… my family thinks Joel and me are dead”

Neither of you wants to go back to work.

“It’ll pass. You came here for Joel”

“Yes but-“

“I also felt guilty when Rae and I left Jackson” The comment makes you feel curious. “We wanted to go back. But I thought about how big the town had gotten” she says. “I thought about all the progress Rae and I did there. All of your friends and family like you, Joel, the girls, Tommy and Maria. I knew I would be putting everyone in danger if we decided to return. WLF had found us while doing patrol. So we just knew it was better to pretend we were lost rather than revealing anything about Jackson”

Her sad eyes connect with yours, and your heart is in awe after understanding why they had disappeared. All the time you wondered what had happened to them, Rosalie and Rae sacrificed their happiness for the whole people in Jackson. Your eyes get glossy, and you have to hug her.

“I’m so sorry. But thank you, Rosalie” you whisper in her ear.

“Leave Denver with us. You and Rae can come back” you add, as she softly brushes your hair.

“We can’t. Rae is the head electrician. Masiel would wonder why we want to leave”

“Masiel can go and fuck himself. He’s odd, I’ve never liked him” you admit, breaking the hug. Rosalie chuckles, nodding.

“I don’t like him either”

Someone knocks on the door. Rosalie and you turn to look, only to find Masiel himself. He is tall, with greying blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. He had the face of a villain, and his polite smile could be interpreted as a fake one.

“Sorry to interrupt,” he says still with his fake smile.

You eye at Rosalie with unease, which he reciprocates.

“It’s okay. Is there anything we can do for you, Masiel?” Rosalie answers him.

“Yes. I would like to speak to y/n in private” Your pulse rate quickens, your eyes showing discomfort. “It’s about her petition to become a nurse at the hospital”

Masiel reminded you of the disgusting man you met almost six years ago; David. Unlike him, Masiel was not a preacher, but he easily persuaded everyone. And you were almost one hundred percent sure he disliked Joel because he could sense Masiel was in reality a control freak.

“Alright,” you agreed, dropping the tools in your hands to follow the man. But you turn to look at Rosalie.

She reads your lips saying, “Go for Joel”.

And your best friend is smart enough to know what could happen. So she goes for Rae, the. Joel, each one with an emergency backup and your very few belongings.

But you only prepare for the worst. You don’t have a gun, scissors, or anything. You were vulnerable, following Masiel to the fifth floor of the hospital. He opens the door of his office and thankfully he doesn’t lock the door, but the whole floor is empty, the lights off, and a disturbing silence invades the place.

“It’s quite hot today” he comments, and you simply nod. “Take a seat, y/n”

“I’m fine, thank you” you reply with politeness, marking distance.

The man eyes you, trying to look for something you couldn’t describe.

“How long have you known Joel?” The question makes you frown. “He is closer to reaching a coffin than you are to entering menopause”

Your frowning only increases, Masiel only chuckles, taking a seat at his desk.

“I’m kidding. Although he is certainly old for you”

“That’s my business,” you say, trying to dissipate the urge to say something mean. He had a pistol hanging from his jeans, he could pull a bullet between your eyebrows anytime.

“It is, pardon my intrusion,” Masiel says, looking up and down to you. The gesture is disgusting. And you remember why you had only spoken to him once or twice since you arrived in Denver.

“And why did you and he decide to leave Arizona? I haven’t heard anything about it in a while. Nobody goes to the west nowadays”

The west was a dead place. Extremely few settlements of FEDRA were there, the fireflies never tried to take the west because it wasn’t worth it. Very few big cities all crowded with hordes of infected.

“Our group was killed by raiders. Joel and I barely made it alive” Half a life, half the truth. Masiel smirked, shaking his head before eyeing you with pure intimidation.

“You can quit lying. It took me a while to understand Joel killed our best surgeon; Jerry” Your hands start shaking, your legs trembling, and scare invades you. “Don’t worry, nobody else knows. Your secret is safe with me”

“What do you want?” You spit out as Masiel shrugs with disdain.

“I should have Joel killed and you should be punished…” you gulp, nervous. “I should kill you both but given your circumstances… that would be unethical”

“Ethics nor morals exist anymore nowadays” You protectively hugged yourself, as if that would protect you from a shot.

“Then you won’t mind…” he says before standing up and scaring you to death, his steps hurry to get close to you and you can’t help but scream.

…

Joel learns that all those months, they had been with WLF The group Abby and the others belonged with. The same people who tried to kill him.

“Masiel must know what happened at Salt Lake” Rosalie explains, putting on her backpack and loading her gun. “And something happened in Seattle today, so the guards are monitoring since the infected started wandering at the hospital’s surroundings. Just in case of emergency”

“Shit, infected around is zero good news, and y/n is alone with Masiel?” Rae questions with unease.

“That’s why we’re hurrying to get to them” Joel was sweating, with two backpacks and a new rifle in hand, he was exhausted.

But that didn’t matter, not when you weren’t by his side.

Rae suggests taking the emergency stairs to avoid suspicion from guards, nurses, and doctors. Three floors up there were the biggest offices. Joel quietly opens the doors to enter the dark hallways and shivers after the sound of creaking echoes through the corridor.

At the same time, the alarms of the hospital start ringing, the dark hallway flashes with red lights, and seconds later, shotguns and screams start flying everywhere. The infected trespassed the gates. Rosalie exchanges a look with Joel and the screams at the floor they were in increase, mixing with the chaos downstairs.

As soon as they put a foot inside the hallway, they hear a female scream. And Joel knew it was you. Immediately, he stopped caring about being silent. He ran following the noise.

“Joel! Wait, it’s not safe!” Rosalie yelled, running behind the man.

The screams increased and Joel started feeling very uneasy. His fingers gripped the trigger harder. Rosalie ran faster than him, she hurried to open the door, and they saw Masiel on top of you, holding your hands above your head and trying to keep you still. The image made Joel feel nauseous. He lifted his gun but before he could pull the trigger, Rosalie had already shot Masiel.

You scream as you feel the weight of the lifeless man on top of you. Rae fans to move the corpse aside and Joel helps you stand up.

“Are you alright? Did he hurt you?” You gasp, holding onto him as you see the corpse.

“He tried to, but I’m okay” Joel nods, still checking to see if you were completely alright.

“We have to keep going. The guards probably heard the shot” Rosalie comments, but you turn to look at her with rage.

“You are not coming with us” They all start trying to calm you when you lift Masiel’s pistol at Rosalie

“You fucking knew they almost kill Joel and decided to shush about it?” You ask with disappointment at her.

Joel interfered, stepping between you and the blonde.

“Don’t do this, y/n” he almost whispered in your ear. You shrug, forcing out a fake chuckle.

“I ain’t killing nobody, Joel,” you say with your eyes focused on your best friend, she looks panicked and distressed. “But she won’t get any closer. So move aside”

“Please, listen, y/n” she pleads, her eyes filling with tears. You don’t flinch and you try to not feel awe at her green eyes staring at you. “I didn’t know Joel, Ellie and you were the people from the Salt Lake tragedy”

“You never told me about that” she adds.

“Oh, fuck you. The moment you learned it was us, you should’ve told us” you spit out with rage. “I would’ve never risked my husband and myself to travel down here only to end up living with the people who tried to kill him”

“I only wanted to help. If I had known the whole issue, I would’ve never made you and Joel come so far. Let alone put you in danger” Rosalie screams with desperation.

“Please, I’m so sorry” she adds, holding her hands up in surrender. “We have to go, y/n. It’s not safe for you…”

“Stop, y/n. She’s your best friend…” Rae tries to make you reason when you don’t lower down the gun.

“You have to trust her, y/n” When Joel said that you huffed in disbelief.

“You have to stop trusting everyone” You were being ruthless; too harsh. “Take a look where it led us to do such a thing the last time…”

Joel felt hurt. And you were right, but he also knew that Rosalie and Rae were family.

“You can trust me, y/n,” the blonde says with tears falling down her cheeks. “Remember why Rae and I left Jackson. To protect your family and the whole town”

Maybe you were in shock by the way Masiel almost got you. You want to rub the scent he left in your clothes. Your jeans feel tight, and your top is out of place, the black fabric pulled. You sigh, knowing you have to trust them. They wouldn’t hurt you and Joel deliberately.

“Fine, I’m sorry, but take me and my husband out of here before it’s too late” she nods, carefully getting closer as you lowered the gun.

For the first time, you acknowledge the alarms and flashing red lights.

“Everyone okay then?” Rae asks to confirm, and everyone nods.

The four of you get out of the office, Joel looks down at the window near the entree of the hallway and curses.

“The whole street is a mess” When you look at the disaster, it reminds you of the night in Kansas. With infected everywhere and people trying to get away from them.

You sighed.

“The hospital has a stair from the outside. We get down and take the sewers to avoid the infected” Rae sorts the plan; everyone nods in agreement. “At the end of the street, there is an improvised stable with horses and a barn. There is a door that leaves to the exterior”

All of you get going, Joel helps you climb out from a window.

You look at him as Rosalie and Rae check on the stairs to see if they aren't completely rusty.

“It’s going to be okay” he assures you, brushing your hand with his fingers. You only nod at him. Not able to fully process what was happening.

When the four of you are on solid ground, you wait for Rae to give a signal to cross the street and reach the entrance of the sewers.

You press your head at the wall of the hospital, your backpack offering comfort for your back, you sigh trying to calm yourself as you hear infected and people fighting steps away.

“Hey… Are you okay?” Rosalie asks, turning to look at you.

“Yeah…” you answer. “I’m sorry for earlier”

She shrugs, offering a little smile.

“It’s okay. I would’ve reacted the same way if Rae was in Joel’s shoes” You nod, smiling at her back. “I know you know I would never hurt you”

“Alright, we’ll run. If anything, we use this to gain time” he says lifting his hand with an improvised remote. “Since we arrived, I programmed a little system with explosives in case of emergencies. With this, the hospital will likely blow up as well as the whole street”

You and Joel eye each other, but he still tries to reassure you.

“Ready?” Rosalie asks, both you and your husband nod.

“NOW!” Rae instructs and the four of you cross the street.

Joel and Rae shoot at some infected and you focus on Rosalie leading the way.

The other side of the street is close. It’s clear in comparison to the Main Street.

Relief invades you when you make it. Rae takes the lead to look for the entrances of the sewers, for a minute, calm invades you.

But it doesn’t last long enough, because a group of infected enter the alley. Rosalie and you start shooting. You take down two and when you’re about to shoot another one, Joel pulls you backward. You barely see why, but you can’t do much.

An infected jumps and dodges your best friend. Her body looked as if it was about to be ripped apart. The infected bites her neck and then there’s a horrid cracking sound that makes you quickly shot at the disgusting creature.

“ROSALIE!” You scream, seeing her body was still.

Her eyes remained open, but there was no life left in her body. Rae turned to look in horror and ran back. You loudly gasped, covering your mouth, unable to believe what had just happened. Rae started running back.

“RAE, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!!” Joel screams at the man.

His messy black hair obstructs his face, but he is confidently kneeling to check on his dead girlfriend.

“RAE!” You call out for him.

The man remains there, ignoring the approaching chaos, he only grabs his beloved’s hands and then turns to look at you. More infected running to enter the alley.

“Take my belongings and go” Your eyes snap open.

“What? We’re not leaving you” you yell desperately, but before you can step closer to him, Joel grabs your forearm, stopping you.

“Joel, take her and go” Rae insisted, throwing his keys with his free hand since the other would not let go of Rosalie’s.

Many infected approaches, running towards your direction.

“Be safe” Rae says lastly then takes out the remote he had inside his jacket. You try to run towards him one last time, but Joel starts dragging you away.

“NO, RAE, DON’T YOU DARE!” He pressed the button. The whole place exploding with an extremely loud boom.

Joel and you land a couple of feet away,

Stunned, you look around, seeing the flames of a big fire creating a barrier between you, Joel, and the crawling infected.

“You okay?, honey, Are you okay?” Joel starts asking you, protectively holding your stomach to see if you are hurt.

You shake your head, urging to stand up and help him as well.

“We have to go” he yells, grabbing your hand and starting to run away to enter the sewers.

In his head, he was only thinking on saving you. But his heart reminded him that you needed both to be safe. As dangerous as it was, both needed to live.

The decaying street starts to look farther away until you enter the darkness of the sewers. It’s humid, dark and burning. You can hear the distant explosions, and small tremors make you feel dizzy, but Joel never let's go of you hand to confirm you are following him. After some minutes, Joel climbs some stairs and sees the barn Rae had mentioned before. You look back to see the sewers, distant sounds of infected making you hurry to get out.

There’s only one horse when you enter the barn.

Joel rides faster than ever, the sound of yells grows distant and once you are far enough from the hospital, you hear the shotguns.

You swallow the painful lump in your throat but it was useless, you stared crying quietly.

“It’s alright, sweetheart,” Joel says, trying to comfort you. “I got you, baby”

“Let’s go fucking home, Joel” you say between sobs, holding him harder, wetting the back of his jacket.

How many more pain would it take to have your happy ending? You question as the city of Denver started looking smaller and smaller.

…

Hours later, you and Joel make it to Aurora, Colorado. Afar you see a big, decayed city, just like every other you have seen before. You knew it was full of infected. The distant growls and clicking sounds could be heard. You grip Joel’s arm as he helps you get down the horse.

It was getting late. Joel had no idea of how bad the road would be. He had in mind that you and him would return to Jackson by the same route as the first time. But now, going northeast wasn’t ideal, because it was unknown.

As he eyes the map and then at the city. He thinks about the possibility of not passing through the city.

But then, he looks at the sky. It was almost in complete darkness. The woods seemed safe, especially near the lake where the water running was ideal to hide any noise from infected and raiders.

“Okay, we’ll rest for the night,” he says, giving one last look at the map. “Tomorrow we’ll dodge the city and head towards Sterling”

When Joel doesn’t hear your answer, he turns worried. Only to find you kneeling, carving out something.

He gets closer only to hear you sniffling. Your hands sink an improvised cross made out of two old dry branches, placing some marigolds from the surrounding forest.

It’s nothing, you're placing a cross too far from where they died. But it was the least you could do to say goodbye to Rosalie and Rae.

“Just a minute…” you tell Joel, not turning to look at him.

He understands. Throughout the years he had buried many people that eventually he considered friends. And at some point, Joel also understood that no matter how many times it happened, it would always hurt. He remembered Bill and Frank, Sam and Henry, Tess… his Sarah.

Without thinking, Joel opened Rae’s backpack and after wandering inside, he pulled out his keys. The keys that opened their home, the same keys that opened the door for them to escape the hospital.

He placed the backpack in the floor and carefully kneeled beside you. Joel saw your profile and looked at how the tears quietly poured.

When he placed the keys with the flowers, you finally looked at him.

“They saved our lives”

“They did…” Joel agrees.

You are the first one to stand up. You offer your hand to your husband, and he takes it as leverage to not hurt his knee. You are biting your tongue.

Joel is about to untie the horse when you sigh, you grab his hand, startling him.

“What’s wrong, sweet-“

“Joel, I’m pregnant”

His hand drops yours. Only to push your head in his shoulder, his free arm resting in your lower back.

Your eyes water again. He will eventually ask questions. But at that moment, you just know Joel was shocked.

He kissed your forehead. It was a silent promise. It was him trying to say that he loved you, that he was scared. That he would protect you and that baby no matter what, he would survive any obstacle for you.

And you could read him so well that you understood him. You just embraced him harder.

୨ৎ───୨ৎ───୨ৎ———୨ৎ───୨ৎ

RIP Rosalie and Rae 😭

reader is pregnant again, woah (go girl give us nothing) more details on how far she is on next chapter. And Dina and her learned they were pregnant on the same day NOOOOOOOOOO

Should Joel and reader have another girl or a boy this time? 🙂‍↕️

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nanaminokanojo · 1 year ago

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ACCIDENTALLY IN LOVE | Sukuna X You | CHAPTER INDEX I /PROLOGUE (Part 1-68)

-meet cute? a cheesy musical number? forget it! love makes itself known to you through a minor car accident, a broken arm, and a treacherously charming temporary chauffeur

CHARACTERS: sukuna x you/reader | jjk characters (uraume, gojo, geto, shoko, nanami, choso, maki, nobara, mei-mei, etc.)

AKI’S NOTES: Reblogs and likes are very much appreciated, and I actively respond to comments as well as Asks. Also, if you’re interested, I will include you in the tag list. Just message me through whatever avenue you’re most comfortable with. Happy reading!

MASTERLIST

A/N: Yup. Intrigue and a video right off the bat.

CHAPTERS: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15

16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28 | 29 | 30

31 | 32 | 33 | 34 | 35 | 36 | 37 | 38 | 39 | 40 | 41 | 42 | 43 | 44 | 45

46 | 47 | 48 | 49 | 50 | 51 | 52 | 53 | 54 | 55 | 56 | 57 | 58 | 59 | 60

61 | 62 | 63 | 64 | 65 | 66 | 67 | 68 | CHAPTER INDEX II

ADDITIONAL NOTES: i will be using pics and other media which would fit situations and make the smau-ness of this piece a little more realistic and entertaining when i believe it’s appropriate/fitting to the plot (as i've done with my other smau). having said that, with regard to inclusivity, i just want to put it out there that they will not necessarily be aimed as the exact descriptions to fit a supposedly generic reader nor will they be representative of a specific race or color. it’s all for the simple fact of media availability, for funsies and the fact that i don’t exclusively write in consideration of those aspects when using reader-insert characters unless i specify it. thank you for understanding.

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PLEASE READ: If you wanna be included in the tag list, please make sure that your “Exclude __(tumblr username)__ from Tumblr search and recommendations” setting is OFF so I can actually tag you guys and you'll get notifs when I update. Thank you very much.

Here's a reference for the instructions from domainofmarie. Thank you very much, my friend. This is very helpful.

A/N: I have another version of this story somewhere on the internet with different characters, and I thought, why not make it a Sukuna smau. So excited for this! This'll probably come out this weekend lol or the next if push comes to shove.

PHOTOS/IMAGES/GIF/FANART/ANY MEDIA CREDITS GO TO THE RESPECTIVE OWNERS.

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silverwhittlingknife · 1 year ago

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So you're a go to source for all things Dick&Tim bros and you tend to write primarily from Dick's POV. So, odd question, but if you were to summarize their relationship from his POV in FIVE panels which panels would you pick? Keeping in mind that one specific aspect of their relationship that you love needs to be clearly represented by each panel (loyalty, trust etc). I hope this is a fun challenge and not an annoying question so if you don't want to answer that's cool! Have a wonderful day!

No more talk. The same thoughts run through two minds... (SotB 29) / You're my equal. My closest ally. (RR 1) / I can't stop thinking how much I rely on him. (GoG 3)

25 Feelings Dick Has About Tim

This was such a kind ask & a cool challenge which I totally failed; here are TWENTY-five panels of Dick's POV on Tim sdfdsfds Look, I got carried away! Marcia and Cindy! The boys!!

OKAY SO BEFORE I GET TO THE PANELS A FEW NOTES:

WARNING THAT THERE ARE SOME NEGATIVE EMOTIONS IN HERE because I love conflict but but but you gotta remember those are not the final word!! They are complicated people and sometimes they get mad at each other BUT ultimately their relationship is so hugely important in both their lives & they love each other and rely on each other so much -!!! <3

Also I have CONCLUDING THOUGHTS at the end about what Dick's POV leaves out (mostly: a lot of Dick defending & protecting & supporting Tim, which Dick does instinctively but isn't very self-aware about most of the time)

I have loosely organized my list into 5^5 format (5 categories with 5 examples each!), so if you want to skip to a relevant one, here are the categories!!

Below the cut:

I hate him and find him infuriating (#1-5)

On second thought, he's endearing & fun (#6-10)

Grief is complicated & he's all tangled up in mine (#11-15)

I love him & think highly of him (#16-20)

I rely on him & though it's hard for me, I trust him (#21-25)

I hate him and find him infuriating (#1 - 5)

1) He thinks he’s so smart and can psychoanalyze me and Bruce, but he doesn’t know me at all, he should get lost (New Titans 61)

2) He thinks he’s so smart and can psychoanalyze Bruce but he doesn’t know Bruce at all, he should get lost (Gotham Knights 26)

3) He is so nosy about stuff that is MY business (Robin 0)

4) He sounds like an insincere suck-up half the time... but okay, fine, if you push him he's got a sense of humor about it (New Titans 65)

5) I'm sure he's a better vigilante than me. It's my fault for being a failure, but I resent him anyway. (Nightwing 9 - Dick's having a nightmare)

On second thought, he's kinda endearing (#6-10)

6) He worries too much and gets anxious so easily, but it makes him fun to tease (Robin 67)

7) I'm not that competitive - okay, so maybe I'm a little competitive, I gotta make sure he doesn't get a swelled head (Prodigal)

8) I'm supposed to be his favorite! It is not cool for him to be fanboying over my not-girlfriend's not-boyfriend!! (Birds of Prey 19)

9) We have fun together. I can kick back and relax when it's just the two of us. Plus I get to boss him around a bit. (Prodigal)

10) He’s always trying to reassure me, and I guess it's a little comforting, but also he doesn’t really get it. Or me. He makes excuses that he shouldn't, because he doesn't understand that I suck. (Nightwing 64)

Grief is complicated and he's all tangled up in mine (#11 - 15)

11) He reminds me of everything I try not to think about. Sometimes the memories are so strong it hurts to look at him. (Batman 441)

12) WHY IS HE BEING IMPOSSIBLE ALL OF A SUDDEN??? THIS IS SO FRUSTRATING (Nightwing 139)

13) We're the same. He says all the things I don't let myself think about. It's like arguing with myself. (Nightwing 139)

14) He thinks he gets to tell me what to do but he doesn’t, fuck him (Battle for the Cowl)

15) Life sucks, so what. I sucked it up so he should too (RR 1)

I love him and think highly of him (#16 - 20)

16) He’s the closest thing to a brother I’ll ever have. If someone hurts him I will hurt them harder. (Nightwing 6)

17) I can't handle the idea of losing him. (Nightwing 97)

17) He’s so good and I’m not. I'm afraid I’m bad for him. (Nightwing 110)

18) He’s better than me, and it’s kind of a relief because I know no matter what he’ll be okay. (Gates of Gotham 3)

19) In my head he’s the responsible one. (Gotham Knights 10)

I rely on him, and though it's hard for me, I trust him (#20-25)

20) I know I have to trust him but I'm afraid he'll make the wrong choices and get hurt (Nightwing 139)

21) I'm sure I know what he should do because I see myself in him - not that I can take my own advice, but he should (Blackest Night 3)

22) I trust him. When I’m losing my grip on things, he pulls me back. (Gotham Knights 10)

23) I want him to trust me (Red Robin 12)

24) He can tell when I'm lying. Sometimes he sees my weaknesses better than I wish he did. (Detective Comics 874)

25) He’s always there when I need him. (Teen Titans / Outsiders Secret Files)

Final rambling thoughts:

TIM: Uhh, okay, so I'm just skimming this list - do you really trust me? you're not just saying that? - but anyway, I'm confused because you left some stuff out? Like some stuff that's kinda important? DICK: No? I think I got everything? TIM (starts counting on his fingers): The time I was having a bad day but then I called you. The time I got captured by Two-Face but then you saved me. The time I fell off a train but then you saved me. The time I fell off a building but then you saved me. The time I fell off a different building - DICK: I feel like you're trying to make some kind of point but I'm not sure what it could be.

SO THE THING IS, I put 25 panels in here and not a single one has Dick catching Tim when he’s falling!!! But I think that's a central motif of their relationship from Tim’s POV, not Dick’s. I love Dick, but in some ways I think he is spectacularly un-self-aware.

And I think he especially has a lot of blind spots about Tim. He kinda intermittently gets that Tim admires him, and he enjoys it in a playful I-get-to-boss-you-around way. But Dick tends to consistently underestimate all of his own good qualities & skills, and he meets Tim at a point in his life when he's especially down on himself & his abilities. And so he's unable to see his own influence on Tim, & therefore unable to fully understand a lot of Tim's priorities and loyalties and motivations, because you can't actually understand Tim without understanding Dick's impact on him. There's a fascinating moment in Bruce Wayne: Murderer when Dick's completely blindsided & upset to discover that Tim doesn't entirely trust Bruce, even though this has been a definitive fact of Tim's whole thing ever since he showed up with his Batman needs Robin theory, and Barbara has to actively remind Dick of the obvious-to-everyone-except-Dick fact that a lot of Tim's loyalty is to Dick, and Tim loves Bruce but feels free to be more wary of him. (And to give Bruce credit: this is not something he ever begrudges.) But anyway Babs points this out, and Dick manages to sorta process it for about five seconds, but he cannot actually accept it into his worldview so instead he discards it at the speed of light and goes off and has an argument with Tim instead sdfsfdsf

All of Dick's virtues - Dick's kindness at the circus and Dick's determination to fight through grief and Dick's rigid sense of morals and Dick's vigilante skills and every time Dick has ever backed Tim up or listened to him or protected him or saved him from something or just been casually kind to a stranger in Tim's presence etc etc etc - all these things loom really large in Tim's mental story of Who Dick Is, and What Dick And Tim's Relationship Is. Tim meets Dick before he meets Bruce, trusts Dick more than Bruce, aspires to be Robin instead of Batman. And so in Tim's default version of the story, Dick is the super-special and admirable hero and Tim is... nobody in particular, a tagalong outsider who's barely managing to be a hero, not part of Dick and Bruce's family and not part of their story, who, if he's VERY LUCKY and tries REALLY HARD, might be able to fight his way to proving himself and offering something to Dick that Dick will value, if Dick doesn't get fed up with him first.

But that's not Dick's version of the story!!!

Dick's version of the story is almost the exact opposite, a story where Dick's an outcast failure black sheep who's screwing up everything he tries, and meanwhile Tim is The Sudden New Perfect Robin Who's Better Than Me And Probably Bruce Loves Him More And Probably They Gossip About What A Loser I Am, mixed with a complicated edge of Tim Thinks He's So Smart But He Doesn't Know Me/Us At All. Dick gets much more attached to Tim over time, and Tim gets unnervingly better at the know-it-all psychoanalysis so then Dick gets to have complicated feelings about him being right instead of just annoyance at him for being wrong, plus Dick's relationship with Bruce improves a lot, so Tim stops feeling so threatening. But Dick never fundamentally changes his basic theory of their relationship in which Tim is highly impressive and capable, and Dick is not so much.

And so asking Dick about Tim is kinda like if you asked George Bailey to tell you about Harry Bailey in It's A Wonderful Life; like, you'll be there for five hours while he tells you how great Harry is, and how accomplished Harry is, and how he doesn't really get how or why Harry does the things he does, and maybe George does feel a little resentful or jealous sometimes, but that pales in comparison to all his admiration and trust for Harry who he loves so much, who's better than him in so many ways, and he's not gonna openly gripe but secretly he can't help but feel sometimes like he's such a failure in comparison to Harry, a perfect person who emerged fully formed from Zeus's head with all the virtues and also all the accomplishments, etc. etc. etc. --

-- and he will not actually remember the part where he changed and saved Harry's whole entire life unless you literally send him to an alternate timeline in order to force him to remember it. <3

#i enjoyed thinking about this so much i wrote a novel with All My Thoughts sorry sdfsdfs #tim drake #dick grayson #somewhat tangential but as i was writing this i was thinking about zahri's post #about how different types of stories offer different kinds of emotional payoffs #and i think for me for dick and tim the main two payoffs are:#1) someone who sees & understands your grief for deaths that will never get fixed or get better #and who will face your ghosts with you EVEN WHEN you're also mad at each other #2) someone who you look at and you see all the ways that you suck & he's better & you're a loser who's failed him etc etc #but it turns out that you're wrong. that you're good enough. not that none of the failures were real or that they were all in your head #but it turns out that it's okay that you didn't always immediately do or feel the right thing #and it's okay that you weren't perfect. you can fuck up six thousand ways & everything you did right will still matter #not because of making excuses or allowances or somebody pityingly trying to make you feel better #but because in the end the things you did right are just Genuinely More Valuable than anything you did wrong #all the times you tried & everything that you tried to give - everything you think wasn't good enough - it was.#IN OTHER WORDS they are both convinced they're not good enough & they are both wrong <3 #anyway dick and tim are both INCREDIBLY SIMILAR and also CONSTANTLY misreading each other and i love that for them #and like. they will sometimes totally misread each other & then never figure out the part that they misunderstood #but then they manage to keep going anyway. we love each other on purpose <333 #ask tag #dick&tim

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inkooro · 4 months ago

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The Whb Kings Full Monster Forms (1/2)

Just some concept designs and notes with a little bit of retcon from my first post on my design version on the Whb kings (especially for Mammon). I did also use some inspo from biblical lore for the design. For the height comparison, I’m using my MC, Sunny (6ft tall, ~183 cm) to show how tall they are.

(☀️Spoiler for Mammon’s backstory in the game and Beel’s Bath card☀️)

SATAN

Literal Goatman

Hair is just fully flames now

Transforms more often than the other kings

Still the shortest compared to the other kings monster forms (RIP)

HEIGHT: 21 ft 10 in tall, ~666 cm tall

LAST TRANSFORMATION: Heated argument with Mammon

MAMMON

A big sphinx (fits for his Lion King backstory)

Purrs sound like a jet engine (RIP to MC’s with sensitive ears)

Whenever he transforms, the entirety of Hell turns to gold (except for the devils)

Sparkly golden mane, with literal skin made out of gold

HEIGHT: 40 ft tall, ~12.2 meters tall

LAST TRANSFORMATION: Breaking out of prison after Metatron’s takeover

LEVIATHAN

Full on sea serpent

Due being a literal sea creature, after he transforms the area around him is flooded like a torrent ocean

The largest out of all the kings

HEIGHT: 200 ft long, ~61 meters long

LAST TRANSFORMATION: Escaping Heaven’s torture camp as a child, flooding Heaven for centuries

BEELZEBUB

Gigantic fly-looking creature (based off the biblical drawing of him)

Acts like the No-Face monster from Spirited Away

Has visible stomach pockets that contain extremely strong acid that erodes anything he’s eaten in a instant

Still has fly swarms but he releases them from his back

HEIGHT: 50 ft tall, ~15.2 meters tall

LAST TRANSFORMATION: After Bael was attacked by a couple of Seraphim, he went on a rampage on Heaven—eating 3 out of the 7 Seraphims.

#whb #what in hell is bad #what in “hell” is bad?#whb mammon #whb satan #whb leviathan #whb beelzebub #whb mc

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scotianostra · 4 months ago

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On February 21st 1842 Scotland’s first inter-city railway, the Edinburgh-Glasgow mainline, opened to regular traffic.

The building of a railway between the two cities was authorised by an Act of Parliament in 1838 following several years of public discussion.

Construction work on the 46-mile line took almost four years. It was no easy task. To ensure a level route, numerous cuttings were dug, four viaducts were built and three tunnels were driven through hills and solid rock. Members of the public were invited to walk through the Queen Street tunnel on New Year’s Day 1842 to satisfy growing interest in the project. The line opened to regular services on 21st February that year, following a ceremonial opening of the station three days earlier, as I posted on Sunday.

The railway put an end to the slow and cumbersome stagecoaches that had linked Glasgow and Edinburgh for more than a century, and would eventually drive business away from the canal network as well.

The project’s engineers had wanted to build a bridge over the Forth and Clyde canal – but the canal’s owners refused. A tunnel under the waterway had to be constructed instead.

The Scotsman reported in February 1842 that “it rarely happens that a railway can be brought into the centre of a great city”, as it announced the opening of Queen Street station in Glasgow. But the original Edinburgh terminus at Haymarket was greeted with rather less enthusiasm. It was hoped that eventually the train line would stretch further into Edinburgh.

An extension to North Bridge was duly completed in 1846, and work on building the present Waverley station began in 1868.

The line was popular with passengers from the beginning. Initially, four services travelled in each direction from Monday to Saturday. Controversially, two services also ran on Sundays – provoking strong opposition from Sabbatarians. The number of trains throughout the week quickly increased.

Passengers could choose to alight at many more intermediate stations than today – with stops at Gogar, Ratho, Winchburgh, Linlithgow, Polmont, Falkirk, Castlecary, Croy, Kirkintilloch (later Lenzie) and Bishopbriggs. The Edinburgh & Glasgow Railway Company which built the line was absorbed by the North British Railway (NBR) in 1865. The NBR would in turn be absorbed by the London & North Eastern Railway in 1923.

There have been several high-profile train crashes on the route over the years. The most recent occurred on 30th July, 1984, when a rush hour commuter service out of Waverley struck a cow that had wandered on to the tracks near Polmont from a nearby field. The collision caused all six carriages to derail, killing 13 people and injuring 61 others.

The worst accident, in terms of loss of life, took place on 10th December, 1937, at Castlecary. During a snowstorm, the 5.30pm Waverley to Queen Street express collided with a late running local train from Dundee to Glasgow. The locomotive hit the rear of the standing local service at the now-closed Castlecary station at an estimated 70mph. Four carriages were completely destroyed by the collision, killing 35 passengers and injuring 179 more.

The £742m Edinburgh Glasgow Improvement Programme (EGIP) is the biggest project on the route since it was built 174 years ago. It will eventually see all-electric trains operating on the line, with faster journey times and more seats for passengers. The average journey time by train between Glasgow and Edinburgh (Waverley) is now 1 hour and 14 minutes, with around 191 trains per day.

A new passenger hall at Haymarket station opened in 2014, while Queen Street was recently comprehensively rebuilt.

#scotland #scottish #history #edinburgh #glasgow #railway #trains #transport

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hihomeghere · 7 months ago

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megan, sweet sunshine, i have a soft request for you with our darling strong man. 🥺

can i please request #12, #13, #54, #55, & #61 with charles? i need some tooth-rotting fluff with this man in my life. it’s what makes my heart happy. 🤍

thank you dearly! i am so beyond excited to see what you come up with here!

Charles Smith / Reader

Jay, I'M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG!!!!! Hope you had a geat thanksgiving, smooches <3

Word count : 1k, a lil guy Prompts : 12 "You look so much softer, so much calmer, I wish you could see yourself as you sleep."13"Sleeping with you was the best sleep I've gotten in years." 54“Here, take my blanket.”55 “You’re cute when you smile, you should do it more often.” 61 “I said I’d take care of you.” Warnings/tags : Readers gender is unspecified, reader has hair long enough to tuck behind ear, Charles is shirtless teehee, Charles Smith x reader, mention of guns, reader has repressed feelings whoops, Charles is a sweetheart, let me know if I forgot any. Divider by @saradika

The sunlight creepy through the sliver in the tent flaps, rousing you from your sleep. You groaned, turning your head to bury your face in your pillow. Only to be met by a solid wall of body heat. You blinked your eyes open, squinting slightly against the harsh glare of the sun. A dark hand raised to block the sun from your eyes. You couldn't help the smile that spreads across your face as your eyes landed on Charles. Both of you stared at each other for a moment or two before he broke the silence. His deep baritone, rumbling through his chest.

“You’re cute when you smile, you should do it more often.” He hummed. That was something you simultaneously loved and hated about Charles. He always spoke his mind, he didn’t beat around the bush or try to save feelings. You appreciated his honesty in a world so overrun with deceit, especially in your kind of business.

It was refreshing, but at the same time, you had no idea how to combat it. So when you felt your cheeks heat up at his comment, all you could do was bury your face in his bare chest. He laughed, soft and sweet as he wrapped his arms around you.

“How’d you sleep?” He asked as he ran his hands up and down your spine.

“Sleeping with you was the best sleep I’ve gotten in years.” You replied, his honesty was infectious. It made you want to speak your mind more often. Which after years and years of lying to survive, was a dangerous thought. He chuckled, pressing his lips to the crown of your head.

What the two of you had was new. Only having confessed your feelings three weeks ago. Although it felt like a lifetime. It was easy with Charles, like breathing. Nothing had ever been this easy. You pulled back, meeting his near obsidian eyes. You pressed your lips to his, and it was like coming home. Like this is how it was meant to be. Like you were one person, torn apart at the beginning of time, destined to find each other. Destined to be one, once more. He engulfed you, pressing you back against the bedroll as he moved on top of you. A shiver ran down your spine as you looked up at him.

“You cold sweetheart?” He mumbled against your lips, “Here, take my blanket.” He said pulling the blanket over his shoulders as he covered the both of you. A sly grin spread across his lips.

“You are something else.” You chuckled, biting your lip as you looked up at him. He hummed in agreement, laying almost his full body weight on you. You let out a soft sigh, running your fingers up and down his warm back. Your ears perked up as you heard him mumble something into your neck. “Hm?” You asked softly.

“I like watching you sleep.” He mumbled, a bit clearer this time.

“The hell are you talking about?” You laughed, turning your head at an awkward position to look down at him.

“You look so much softer,” He said, propping himself up on his arm, “so much calmer, I wish you could see yourself as you sleep.” He didn’t meet your eyes as he tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “I wish you looked like that all the time.”

You knew what he meant. You wished the same thing. Wished that you were safe, that you didn’t have to constantly be on guard. Ready for the next attack, your fingers itching for your pistol or shotgun, just in case. A world where you had a real bed, in a real house, not some flimsy tent. A world where Charles and you could have something together, a family.

“So you want me to be unconscious all the time?” You teased weakly, trying to make light of the very heavy meaning to his words. If it was anyone else, they probably would have laughed along and dropped the subject.

But Charles wasn’t anyone else.

“I want you to be safe.” He clarified, even though he didn’t need to. Your heart stuttered in your chest. You looked up at him, finding his piercing gaze already trained on you. And it was like time had stopped. Like some higher being had frozen the world outside of the little tent the two of you shared. You swore that even the birds stopped their chorus as you stared into his eyes. Searching for some type of deception, something to prove to yourself that this was too good to be true.

But you couldn’t find anything.

Instead his hand moved to gently wipe a tear from your cheek. You hadn’t even realized you were crying.

“Sorry.” You chuckled wetly, shaking your head.

“It’s alright.” He cooed softly, almost like he was comforting a small child. ”You don’t… you don’t have to be this ‘tough outlaw’ with me.” He said with a small smile, “You can just be you, just y/n.” He leaned down, nuzzling his nose against your cheek. Your throat felt tight as you tried to swallow past the lump in your throat. You closed your eyes, savoring the feeling of his breath puffing against your cheek. His scent, a deep spice that you couldn’t quite put your finger on. The heat that seemed to radiate off him like a fire, like he was blaze within.

“I love you.” You whispered, and for the first time in your life you actually meant it. He chuckled softly, a smile spreading across his lips.

“I love you too.” He hummed, his words carrying so much weight with so little effort. He spoke like he was merely saying hello to a passerby, like he meant it.

“Charles-“ You started, the rest of the words left unsaid, hanging in the air. That you didn’t want to have to be so damn tough all the time, that you wanted security. That you wanted a home, that you wanted Charles. That you wanted him forever.

“I know.” He mumbled, and you believed him. “I said I’d take care of you didn’t I?” He asked.

“Yeah,” You agreed breathlessly, “you did.”

#rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #Charles smith x reader #rdr2 x reader #hihomeghere #mini prompt #arthur morgan #Charles smith #charles smith head cannon

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blossompigeon · 9 months ago

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IT’S OUT!! IT’S OUT!!!

I was part of an incredible 72 artist strong Art Telephone which spanned the length of 14 months, and it finally concluded recently!! This was hosted by the incredible @bowelfly who did an absolutely amazing job wrangling this massive job! I’ve never been more proud to be part of an artistic project, truly.

Here’s my piece! I ended up drawing and finishing this whilst moving house which was INTERESTING. Despite this, I’m proud of my piece :) I STRONGLY recommend you to go through this telephone RIGHT NOW and look at all the incredible, incredible art. There’s shrimp! There’s bobbitworms! There’s eels! There’s fantastic beasties! Seeing this being revealed live was unforgettable.

#bowelfly #art telephone

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drvirgus · 1 year ago

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Mute!

Non-Idol! Hanni X Mute! Reader

Description: Life as a mute girl in university: How does Y/n navigate her life, especially when she has to work on a project with her crush, one of the popular kids on campus? Can Y/n find a way to express her feelings?

Warnings: Trauma; strong language; kys/kms jokes; insults; bad family 😔 (kind of abuse?)

Tags: Non-Idol AU; Smau; College AU; strangers to lovers?

Ft: Newjeans; Yuna (Itzy); Felix (stray kids); Wonyoung (ive); Yeji (Itzy); Hyunjin (Stray kids)

Status: Finished ✅

Taglist: Closed

A/n: I’m not mute or met any mute person in my whole life. I do not want to offend any person with my story. It would be nice if you (if you’re mute or know a person that’s mute) could write me if I did something wrong or share your experience to make this story much more believable.

a/n: I’ll often use Ryujins face to represent Y/n 😌🤝🏼

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Profiles: My Models; The protection squad;

01. Stop sign

02. mp3 player

03. she‘s hot 🔥

04. announcement

05. you ask him

06. any more questions?

07. She‘s deaf…

08. a Relief

09. desperate

10. stalking

11. 3 minutes of happiness

12. Coffee

Bonus: Coffee & Food (fully-written)

13. It wasn´t a Date

14. Missing (1)

15. Missing (2)

16. Mood swings

Bonus: Cold Hands (fully-written)

17. Dumb Hanni

18. are we?

19. Confusion

20. Suffer!!!

Bonus: double Date (fully-written)

21. Who’s Yeji?

22. sleeping over?

23. am I a choice?

24. MINJI!!!

25. Sleep over

Bonus: Sleep over (Fully-Written)

26. Minji’s pv acc

27. am I different?

28. huh?

29. best idea 💡

30. kiss?

31. You’re so dumb

32. Spider-Man

33. MINJI!!! (2)

34. Boundaries

35. Jealousy

36. Apologize

37. how was it?

38. I won

39. a day with Haerin

40. Plan

41. Recordings

42. project

43. thanks

44. hope

45. Trauma

46. Trip?

47. Elemental

48. Bus ride

49. Mission failed…

50. Bravery test

51. helpless (1) (fully-written)

52. helpless (2) (fully- written)

53. you saved me

54. rizz god

55. come over

56. lost chance

57. Spider

58. Yeji

59. Are you jealous?

60. another movie

61. I’m trying

62. Yuna and Minji

63. the day of day

64. I’m so dumb….

Bonus: I‘m so dumb (fully written)

65. blocked

66. 🤟

67. teach me to drive

68. unexpected

69. engaged

70. Hopefully

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Taglist: @sixflame438 @saysirhc @itzzyyyyyyydaaaa @somedaydream @wonyoungssi @gtfoiydlyj

#newjeans minji #newjeans hanni #hanni pham #newjeans #haerin #danielle #newjeans hyein #hanni x reader #itzy yuna #shin yuna #newjeans x reader #newjeans smau #skz felix #felix #ive wonyoung #jang wonyoung

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i-nssomniia · 2 days ago

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Can we get high school au with Joker🥲🙏🏼 (I love ur high school au fics smm)

Just a physical education lesson?

Pairing: Joker/Hajun x reader

Tags: college au, secretly in love!Joker, panicking!Reader, a hint for the future relationships

Note: of course, darling! I'm glad you like it! i love<< (do you even remember how the author presents the Joker to us? Always awkward and inferior to girls! I think if I met him in real life, I would really be a little scared of its size, but then... hehehehe, it’s size hehe)

@shintaru @wthphe1n @dzvelinaskebiyars

college au part1 with Wooin college au part2 with Owen college au part3 with Hyuk college au part4 with Vinny

"Oh.."

You hold your breath, lifting your head to look at him. He's so tall that you have to tilt your head up a lot to see his face.

"Physical education teacher paired us up"

You nod briefly at his words, your breathing is a little unstable. He's so scary.. Your classmate Hajun or Joker, as everyone here calls him. Why? you don't know, and you definitely don't want to know the answer, because you're almost 100% sure that it has something to do with something violent.

You fidget with the hem of your t-shirt awkwardly, panicking inside. Hajun always intimidated you not only with his appearance, he's taller and wider than you, but also with his gaze! Sometimes you feel like you've crossed his path like a black cat on a bad omen, and he's silently planning your murder.

"Are you feeling unwell?", - his voice sounds so harsh as his body leans slightly towards you, causing you to take a step back reflexively, waving your hands in front of you as you respond too hastily.

"No, no, I'm fine" - nonsense, you're not fine. You feel like when you will do exercises together, he's just going to break a couple of your bones with his brute force. This guy is a boxer in a college boxing club! - "Let's just get it done quickly and be done with it"

you awkwardly walk past, trying not to accidentally touch him, as you make your way to the sports mats to start your exercises. and you're ready to believe in God right now, and pray on your knees like a nun, just to stay intact. and why is it that your friend decided to get sick and not come today? because because you couldn't choose a partner at the beginning of class, you're forced to be near him.

you take a short breath, trying to calm your heart rate, "you're first" - you look back at him over your shoulder, noting the frown on his face. maybe you should have actually said you were feeling sick? you feel like your body temperature has risen.

Hajun walks past you, sitting down on the mat, bending his knees. you sigh, sitting down in front of him, reaching out with shaky hands to hold him in place.

"Closer, otherwise you won't be able to hold on", - he pulls your hand towards him, and you reflexively move your body forward, securing his knees with your hands and his heels with your feet, - "Hold on tight"

And you instinctively apply more pressure as he checks the hold and begins the exercise by starting the timer, folding his arms behind his head and lifting his torso. You try not to look at him, mentally counting the number of his bends until he stops. your heart beats faster when you look up at him. he's so close.

"How much?", - he asks you, his voice softer than usual. Up close, his features seem softer. You've never seen Hajun from this angle, as you usually look up at him.

"..ah, 61" - you correct yourself, looking away from him. He doesn't seem as threatening as usual. And damn it, 61 times in less than a full minute? And he hasn't even broken a sweat.

he doesn't say anything, just gets up from his seat, so easily escaping your grip, even though you're pressing with full force. how strong is he? you switch positions with him, putting your legs in your knees, lying back on the mat, and closing your eyes. the fear of him crushing your legs with his hands settles in your head, sounding like a terrifying siren.

but instead, you feel a gentle touch, like touching crystal, that takes your breath away. again. not out of fear.

"Start", - you sigh briefly as you begin to lift your body. And damn it, the seconds haven't even reached the middle of the minute, but your breath is starting to fail, and sweat is dripping down your temples. And every forward lean feels so awkward.

and when the minute is up, the gym teacher comes up to you to write down your scores. you're definitely screwed, you know you did a bad job, but your eyes widen when you hear Hajun's answer. he added a few numbers to give you a good grade for the sports standard? and the image of this intimidating guy in front of you, kneeling with those soft features, gentle touches, and almost pink cheeks, crumbles. wait, pink cheeks, what? Are you sure that's what you're seeing?

and it seems that the rest of the lesson consists only of awkward moments and Hajun's touches on you. and you're sure that he's embarrassed every time you're so close. because now you look at him more often, even though a while ago you were afraid to breathe around him!

and even if the rest of the lesson passes in silence between you, you can feel his gentle touches on your back as he helps you pull yourself up on the lower bar, and you can hear him exaggerating your results. If the first or even the second time you could say that Hajun was just losing count, then no, he was doing it on purpose.

your mind is racing with a million thoughts as you change clothes and walk out of the locker room after class.

"Hey", - a rough voice from the side makes you stop and look up again, - "this is for you. You did a good job"

Hajun hands you a cold bottle of water and takes large steps towards the exit, leaving you behind in a daze. Did he run to the vending machines to get you some cold water?

you look in the direction he was heading again, but he's nowhere to be seen. and the only thing you can hear is your own heart beating in your ears. this damn bottle of water causes goosebumps more than a long-awaited birthday present.

and Hajun, hurrying towards the bathroom to wash his face, his cheeks burning so hot. and the silent hope that you didn't see him nervous around you, blushing every time he touched you.

and one day he will come to you again, under some stupid pretext to help him with the material that he supposedly did not understand in class, so that he can be with you for at least five minutes close to you. because he can no longer just look at you from afar and blush like a stupid schoolboy in front of his first love (oh, no, he is exactly like that, completely whipped up just for you).

just give him time, okay? one day he'll give in to all of Wooin’s teasing and ask you on a first date to an amusement park. he knows you love it, he's heard you talk about it. he'll buy you cotton candy and ice cream, and he'll hold your hand and lead you by the hand, nervously keeping you close to him so you don't run into anyone, and he'll even cover you from behind so your skirt doesn't ride up.

but right now he's here on the college campus, squeezing his t-shirt, washing his face with water, nervous because you've spent so much time close to each other.

and he's secretly glad that your friend got sick, leaving the two of you alone, and he was able to take that first step towards you.

oh, his size–

#windbreaker #windbreaker webtoon #windbreaker x reader #windbreaker one-shots #windbreaker sabbath #windbreaker joker #joker windbreaker #joker x reader #windbreaker hajun #hajun x reader #sabbath crew #park hajun

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