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cowboyfoxy · 1 year

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ayo!!! tell me abt ur timeline/rewrite!!

walks up. so scared. okay so. things are STILL changing ofc. ill try to simplify stuff..m and make it make sense (alot.of it is STUCK in my head. havent writtenijt down yet] and im COMPLETELY rewriting it. AGAIN.

basically the (New) timeline goes like this game wise

fredbears / fnaf 4 (83)

fnaf 2 (charlies death)

sister location (lizzies death)

pre-witherd animatronics (5 kids)

fnaf 2 (87, and another murder)

fnaf 1 (wills death)

sister location (mikes death)

fnaf 3

nightmare springtrap (PERSONAL IDEA)

pizza sim (death 2 all)

fnaf VR (glitchtrap & vanny)

Fnaf SB

RUIN

^ once i get everything written out i will discuss this more but i love talking abt it. so much.

this is the OLD one. most things here will stay the same but. im. im like [shaking] im so hyper rn u dont knoe whay younjust did to my brain.

im like half awake rn so i just... copy and based what i have barebones. sorry. im. aaa. ah. ah.

William Afton (1944)

Michelle Afton (1945)

Parents 25&24y/o 1st born ; Michael Afton (born 1969)

6-7 years later

Parents 31&30y/o 2nd born ; Elizabeth Afton (born 1975)

Parents 32&31y/o 3rd born ; Eddie Afton (born 1976)

Henry Emily (1945)

Mrs. Emily (1944)

parents are 26&25y/o Charlie Emily (born 1970)

parents are 36&35y/o Sammy Emily (born 1970)

Charlie and sammy are twins

Susie Campbell

Gabriel palmer

Fritz dover

Jeremy J. Jones

Cassidy Fitzgerald

Jeremy Fitzgerald

Michael looks a lot like his mother, Michelle. While Elizabeth looks a lot like her father, William.

Eddie looks like them both.

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FREDBEARS FAMILY DINNER 19??-1983

William Afton

Melissa Afton

Michael Afton

Elizabeth Afton

Eddie Afton

Henry Emily

Mrs. Emily

Charlie Emily

Sammy Emily

Eddie(7) died 1st in 1983 due to Michael putting his head into the mouth of Gerald Fazbear (Golden freddy),

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1984 - early 1986 (FNAF2 PRT1)

William Afton

Charlie emily

Henry emily

puppet

golden bonnie

golden freddy

ennard

but a year after Eddies death(in 1994), Charlie Emily(14) was found dead in a back alley with the puppet animatronic.

Ms. Emily (now divorced) took Sammy with her after Charlies death, Henry isnt able to contact sammy

ennard is moved to Circus world

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1985 FNAFCW (during FNAF1)

William Afton

Michael Afton

Elizabeth Afton

Melissa Afton

Elizabeth(10) died a couple years after in 1985 thanks to Circus baby, which the 'circus' animatronics got scrapped and turned into the Toy animatronics

Mrs. Afton left state to pursue her dreams, staying in Utah broke her down, Michael pushed his mother to leave with the promise of finding her when he grew older. (She died in 1987, but she starred in a soap opera called the immortal and the restless which ran from 1985-1986)

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late 1983- early 1986 FNAF1

William Afton

Henry Emily

Phoneguy

Chica Chicken

Gerald "Golden" Fazbear

Bonnie Bunnie

Freddy Fazbear

Foxy "The Pirate" Foxx

During the same years 1983-1986, the fazbear killings (missing children) happened [mid 1984, Charlie, early 1984 susie, late 1984 Cassidy & Jeremy late 1985 Gabriel & Fritz] and the bodies were never found.

in early 1986, William afton sought-after each animatronic, tearing them apart which in turn released the trapped souls of the missing children

Susie > Chica Chicken

Cassidy > Gerald "Golden" Fazbear

Jeremy > Bonnie jr. Bunnie

Gabriel > Freddy Fazbear

Fritz > Foxy "The Pirate" Foxx

Which chased him around the establishment until he crawled inside a golden bonnie suit, and set off the springlocks due to the moisture in the air and hasty movements, "Killing" him instantly.

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mid 86- late 87 FNAF2

Jeremy Fitzgerald - 19, born in 1967

Michael Afton - 17

Toy Theodore fazbear

Toy Chelly Chicken

Toy Foxie Foxx

Toy Benjamin Bunnie

Puppet

After FNAF1 closed in 86, the 'orginals' where used to fix up the toys, since the left over circus animatronics (only being baby, and a scrapped endo skeleton wired mesh [ennard]) have been relocated to a new, refurbished Sister Location. Which renamed them as the Funtime animatronics.

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2000 FNAFSL

Michael afton - 31

Ennard

Clementine Circus "Baby"

Funtime Frederick Fazbear

Funtime Bonbon & Bonnet

Funtime Foximir Foxx

Circus Foxy (Lolbit)

Funtime Ballora Ballerina

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2023 FNAF3

Michael Afton - '54' died at 31 in 2000s

William Afton / Springtrap - '79' died at 45 in 86'

Henry Emily - 78

Phone dude - 26 (born in 1997)

2023 , fazbear frights opens up, using SPRINGTRAP as the main attraction, along with the puppet. (the puppet still being possessed by Charlie Emily

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2029(?) FNAFPS

Henry Emily - 84

Michael Afton - '60'

Rockstar Leon "Lefty" / Puppet / Charlie

Elizabeth / scrapbaby

Molten

Scraptrap

Rockstar Richard Fazbear

Rockstar Chica-dee

Rockstar Foxworth foxx

Rockstar Bon Bunnie

Im sorry to interrupt you, Elizabeth,[airhorn sfx] if you still even remember that name [vine boom sfx]

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2035 FNAFVR

Jeremy Fitzgerald

Vanessa A.

other playtesters

glitchtrap virus

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2038 FNAFSB

Phone dude

Vanessa A.

Vanny

Gregory

Burnttrap / Glitchtrap / mimic whatever tf

Molten / blob

Freddie Fazbear

Montgomery Gator

Roxanne Wolf

Chicalynn Chicken

Foxxer " the Pirate" Foxx

Sun

Moon

8 more kids killed

GREGORY freed himself from the tomb of the game by himself, but leaving with no recollection with what he had done when he was controlled by glitchtrap. used to lure kids with games and laughter and something cool to show them! SIKE! twas a lady in a bunny costume

Ruin DLC ... maybe 2039 ...? [W.I.P UNTIL IT COMES OUT]

cassie

Gregory

Sun & moon & eclipse

Freddie

Chicalynn

Monty

Roxy

Bonathan Bunnie

MXES

tangle / blob

mimic..???? WHATEVER THE FUCK

#malchat #asks #IM SO SORRY ANON IM LIKE SO HYPER RN AND SO TIRED. its my moms bday weekend and so. we are partying.#i will so talk abt this mkre tomorrow this ask just got me so fucking hyper and excited but i am fr abt 2 pass out into SLEEP MODR.

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allamericanb-tch · 5 months

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you signed up for this thoughts (3)

last part !

chapter 21

choking ?!

jegulus

sirius!

oh, sirius

barty jump scare

barty pov oh me oh my

oh!

HELP i thought the choking would be kinky but nope it’s just fighting

REGULUS TELLING BARTY HE LOVES JAMES AHHHH

go get your man reggie

AHHHHHHH

oh ?!

poor barty ☹️

i love evan so much

kisses his teeth

wolfstar! so cute i love them

james calling regulus ‘mi vida’ ❤️‍🩹

i love them so much

minor spelling mistake 🤬

i love jegulus

chapter 22

marlene!!! also exact date and time ?! eat

“What’s a year to two determined lesbians?” i love you marlene

please i don’t know 24 hour time

regulus you menace

barty!

i lowkey forget they went back to london. even though i JUST READ IT

remus!

dolphins!!!

oh me oh my why is lily telling them to get out of the water (trying to be panicked for them but mostly i’m happy that i understood what she said)

sperm whale!

remus please ask him i’m begging you

HELP WHY DID I JUST STOP READING IN THE MIDDLE OF THIS

regulus!

mi vida ❤️‍🩹

dorcas is so me when i text

live laugh love peter

what

oh me oh my

eughh

UGH

WHY DID I READ THAT

STOPPP AHHHHH EEWW

ew omg.

chapter 23

🎶august sipped away like a bottle of wine cause you were never mine🎶

remu!

gasp

eughhh

me saying ew to all of this and then continuing to read it

AHHH

sirius is asking remus to stay

AHHHH

omg i love regulus

lily!!!!

platonic jily the love of my life

AHHH!!!! PANDALILY!!!!!!

yes night swimming is so fun

oh ?

HELP I JUST DOUBLE TAPPED MY SCREEN TRYING TO LIKE THIS

“You want me to inception your brother?”

live laugh love wolfstar

chapter 24

three more sleeps ☹️

james is so real ☹️

i want to move to spain

poor regulus ☹️

lily!!!!!

i love lesbians

dorcas!!!!

eugh

cliff jumping is lowkey terrifying

AHHHHH!!!!!!

i love dorlene ❤️‍🩹

oh my

eughh

i’m literally at my friends house sitting next to her in her bed reading this

ew omg

ahhhh im traumatized

chapter 25

they’re at the bench ❤️‍🩹

guys.

jegulus

hanky panky

minor spelling mistake

sad goodbye ☹️

i’m going to cry

sad sad sad

☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️

dorcas pov

stop i’m going to cry

this is reminding me of my sad airport goodbye

regulus is so me

oh my gosh

please tell me he’s going back in the next chapter

chapter 26

poor james ☹️

HES ONLY FIVE HOURS AWAY ?! i could drive in my state for five hours and still be in it and i don’t even live in a big state

i am going to cry.

marlene!

dorcas

“Why can they make it work but Reg and James can’t? Why does Reg have to fall apart? James deserves better.” i know this is what we all are thinking.

dorlene my loves

poor james ☹️ he is just going through it right now

barty! it’s been a while

oh!

regulus ?!

EVAN!!!!!

oh ?!

remus has to leave too ☹️

i love that james calls lily liliana

eugh

but i mean good for james ? but bad for james also

AHHHGWTWIWNSGEG

i’m gonna cry but in a good way this time

oh!

so that’s what the spit is for. huh.

eughhh

HELP

SIRIUS AHHH

remus too 😭😭

sweet brotherly moment in the midst of all this hanky panky

chapter 27

title chapter!

it’s december!

jegulus ❤️‍🩹

minor spelling mistake 🤬

HELP

poor sirius 😭😭

this is hilarious

i love them all

the way james likes his christmas decor gold and red and regulus likes it silver and green

i love christmas

effie and monty!!!!!!!!

HELP SIRIUS MADE REGULUS BUY A NEW COUCH

the black brothers are. oh absolute menaces

“i’m pretty sure james gets the bisexual from effie” HELP i love effie she’s an icon

poor sirius just out here suffering because of overhearing regulus and james being regulus and james

i love effie with my whole heart

james got a tattoo for regulus omg

i love christmas

i can’t believe remus and sirius ever hated each other.

mary marlene and dorcas i love them

new year’s eve!!

yes i love the grapes

🎶who says i can’t wear my converse with my prom dress🎶

happy new year!

chapter 28

bonus! huzzah!

i love architecture

churros!!

i love that they just befriended a bunch of strangers

omg. their tradition is to watch the sunrise. that’s amazing.

sometimes i forget they’re british

what a great read. this was a good fic.

#you signed up for this #solmussa

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miguenhasthoughts · 6 months

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I guess I should actually start documenting the self growth journey.

03/25

I finally broke down to Sam. I’m tired of their shortcomings in the relationship. They have grown too comfortable with the cycle of complaining and me having to fix every problem. However when I have bad mental health, I feel like I have to be on egg shells when I try to have a moment to relax and zone out because my stimming annoys them. I don’t even know I’m stimming but I have to be on my toes and focus. They can make poor financial decisions because I will find a way to pay all our bills no matter what. Even if it puts me in a bad spot. I had to call them out how they felt they had the right to my body just because they had a higher sex drive for the majority of the relationship but since my transition my libido is non existent. I don’t even like getting touched until I can mentally prepare for it.

After I got all that out I realized how Micah also hurt me and didn’t value me. I realized how much they projected their insecurities onto me. Not to say I didn’t do anything wrong. Yet it seems… they had a lot they weren’t telling me. Things that they didn’t want to admit to themselves still hurt them. And they projected those worries onto me as if I was exactly like their ex. Maybe there were similarities. However I never manipulated them. Yet they might’ve felt like I did because their ex did. I don’t know. Either way, I didn’t deserve what Micah did to me.

It finally hit me that Sam isn’t the same person. They weren’t the same person they were. I never communicated the things that hurt me and made me feel uncomfortable. They were remorseful that they made me feel that way. They took accountability and I intend to hold them to it. I need to get over being scared to speak my mind on things that do me harm. I trust Sam to do better. They have been making progress on the problems we had at the start of the relationship. We were getting better. It’s not their fault I spiraled. I love them.

I know they are an adult and should know better but it’s so easy to get comfortable when you are on the receiving end of getting taken care of. Especially if I just bottle everything up. How do I expect to have any type of relationship without being better at communicating.

03/26

I have a date tomorrow. They seem nice. We are getting coffee. I’m still reeling from breaking up with Micah. Yet I need to just dust myself off and try to grab onto some semblance of hope. Im nervous. Not really about the dating part. The dating part feels inconsequential to me. I’d be lying if I said I had my heart into it. Yet who knows? I’m more nervous about their perception of me. Meeting new people is always scary to me. I never feel like anyone, especially new people see me as a woman. Like I’m wearing a costume. Or that I’m an imposter and not actually who I say I am. They seem nice. I doubt they will feel that way. Yet it’s a creeping fear.

Sam sent me pictures from when they traveled to see me across state borders even though we weren’t together. We looked so different and cis. It made me realize how much we truly been through together. There’s a lot of resentment I grew for them and today was the first day I felt a good portion washed away and I don’t see them as they were. They used to be someone so lost in who they were and was confused and sad and lashed out at everything that invaded their space. I unfortunately someone that withstood all the bad behavior to help them get to where they are now. Now they know who they are and move with more confidence. They are compassionate and don’t get defensive when called out. They listen and self reflect and come up with solutions to help better the relationship. I got so used to holding their hand I didn’t realize I don’t have to do that. I don’t have to do that with anyone.

I was actually happy to see them today. I also am coming to terms that maybe Micah might’ve lied to me and they aren’t coming back. It hurts but I can’t change that. I did all I could. I wish it didn’t have to end with a letter.

#dear diary #03/25 #03/26 #poly #back on that horse called dating #post break up clarity for the first time I guess.#accountability #gender dysphoria #reconciliation #part of me hopes you wrote a letter and I just haven’t gotten it #what does it matter. I need to stop making up excuses for you.#maybe the E made me Ace 🤷🏽‍♀️

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cheswirls · 1 year

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okayyy for context, spe v30-31 [dp arc v1-2 in viz version] were my first volumes of spe ever. v32 hadn’t been released yet, and maybe there was a mini volume or so for bw arc. it was 2011 and dppt was really big bc gen 5 titles had just come out and not an incredible lot of official content for it was circulating yet.

the original run of spe had started publishing thru viz a few years prior so they were out there but gen 4 was still the main attraction at the time. i couldn’t say for sure, but i think that this, coupled with the fact that the other spe arcs after emerald aren’t as interwoven, viz started to publish the dp arc of spe as it’s own story, thus why the volume numbers start over instead of continuing after emerald arc [26-29]. for continuity’s sake (and since im reading 30+31 on the spe archive site where the volumes are lined up like the japanese order) i’ll be referring to each dp volume with its original volume number instead of the viz ones.

when v32 came out, i got it, but by that point i’d loaned my v30+31 copies to a family member in another state, and i never got those back. i also never got v33 bc viz released spe volumes so infrequently (1 or 2 a year) and by the time it came out, it had been a long time since i had read the first 2 volumes of dp arc that i no longer had (and never got back - mostly bc i kept being told it would be sent to me etc; it took until i went out there in 2017 and asked that i found they either got lost in the mail or whatever, point is all the books i loaned never made it back but i kept anticipating they would return one day, hence i never re-bought any spe volumes i’d had beforehand) so i was very out of touch and didn’t want to pick it up only to be confused.

thus, my dp journey (briefly) ended w v32. at some point over the years i read v33 through a library, but since the spe collection was incomplete (libraries liked to scatter a handful of volumes for the pokemon label w/o care for their order or series) i never read beyond that. by that point i had gotten my hands on the original run of spe and was working from v1 to v14, and then kept blazing thru w rs arc, so i was preoccupied.

when i moved for university, i remembered that i had read v33 already and got my hands on v34 instead. i don’t think i ever finished it, as i remember nothing past the chapter where the trio splits to each investigate a lake. at some point i got the chance to add another volume to my spe collection and i picked up v35 but never read it. same thing w v36. i was collecting volumes on the side over the years, but i wasn’t grabbing the volumes i’d already read, and that was the major roadblock in starting the arc again. my dp arc journey succinctly ended mid-v34.

well. at the end of last year, i somehow acquired v37 and the entire platinum arc, meaning i had all the volumes necessary to fly thru and finish. it’s taken me a bit, and i’m still missing 3 volumes, but it’s been my intention for a bit now to eventually start and finish dp/pt arcs, and right now ended up being the perfect time (: i’m reading v30 and v31 through the archive site, will go back for v33, and then beyond that, it’ll all be physical volumes. unsure yet if (like in the past / during frlg arc) i’ll take pics of physical pages or if i’ll pull the volume up on the archive site and take ss that way. i remember the very basics of the beginning, and probably key moments will come back to me when i reread, but out of the 11 volumes to go thru, more than half will be brand new.

anyway tldr; che is starting dp arc of spe again after 10yrs !!! most of what i post abt in the readthru will be w/ introspection of having reread the sm arc recently (around a year) and considering where it fits in the timeline w/ all the context from dp/pt.

#also ill rb that post again but if you dont wanna see these pls blacklist the next tag >#c reads pokespe #this is also a test for if (pls no) it ends up in the main tag #ill change it if so

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aman-acan-andacityplan · 2 years

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In my post on the Galleria I discussed the economic prospects of Cleveland in the 1980′s. With this post on the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, I am going to move ahead a few more years to the 1990′s. The 90′s were a good decade for urban America. Maybe not as good as the 2010′s, but it was the first time in many decades that American cities were making visible strides in urban redevelopment. Cleveland was making its own urban comeback too and in the 90′s its revitalization story was touted all across the country and the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame was a major keystone of the city’s professed turnaround. With the dedication of the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, the premiere of the Drew Carey Show in the mid-90′s and the Indians’ World Series run in 1997, the 90′s was arguably a banner decade, maybe the best decade for the city since the 1950′s. With the opening of the Society Tower, now known as the Key Center, in 1992 the city even had a new skyline king, with the new skyscraper taking the title from the Terminal Tower as the city’s tallest building.

Designed by the internationally recognized architect IM Pei, the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame opened in September 1995. The City of Cleveland and local non-profits raised 26 million dollars to lure the hall to Cleveland and eventually the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame settled on a city-owned parcel at the North Coast Harbor on Lake Erie. With its sharp, angular design, the new facility seemed like a fitting symbol for a reinvented city.

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Though the population of the city was still in decline from 1990 to 2000, the population living downtown increased by almost 33 percent. Walking around Cleveland and doing some supplemental research, one thing that has become apparent is that Cleveland sought to emulate Baltimore’s Inner Harbor. Large, public investments were made in civic assets that were strategically placed near the waterfront and these assets would attract visitors to downtown. By securing a steady flow of visitors, Cleveland could funnel people into retail outlets such as the Galleria or Tower City Center. Above all else though, Baltimore had a signature attraction in the National Aquarium, a nationally acclaimed destination that put the Inner Harbor on the map. By securing the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, Cleveland now had a nationally recognized attraction all its own, a landmark that would provide the city with some valuable exposure.

Of course the 90′s is well in the past now. So, does the comeback moniker hold up and did their emulation of Baltimore’s Inner Harbor strategy work? I’ll leave some final thoughts in the weeks to come on the current state of the city, to close my little rundown of Cleveland.

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veworvegas · 2 years

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lordsardine · 2 years

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#on another note. why the fuck are state taxes in Massachusetts so high man ......... what are they even getting me............#im still. hashtag. paying 'flordia state taxes' rn which is 0.#florida is good for that one thing #wait oh my god it's no where near the top ten #which i just googled. i rescind that comment i guess my parents i both just gagged at MA's like 5% when PA was 3%#CA is 13.%..................#like fine okay . if the taxes gave us free healthcare thatd be one thing but they Don't so.#miscellaneous #between me having to pay state taxes and then being booted from my mom's healthcare in january after turning 26 #im trying to make up that deficit alsdkfsalfa #but yeah actually. feeling good about this new opportunity.#change is like. difficult.#but it's kind of exciting now moving into a new apartment and maybe getting a new job #and with this job anyway i can still go home to tampa for a week when i need to be a hermit lmao #alright alright enough rambling.

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chaoscriess · 2 years

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writing prompts !

𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓! a list of my writing prompts! I originally got this list from @lovelyyy-luna but I took some out and put some in! still felt like I needed to give credit :) there are 222 here, but I'll probably be adding more. you can send in an ask stating which ones you want (minimum of 2, maximum of 5) and who you want it for :) you can also give me specifics about what you want the fic to be about :)

1. It's alright, I'm right here.

2. Why did you choose me? / You know very well why, Y/N.

3. I can do it myself!

4. I'm a monster! / no you're not.

5. Please hold me

6. I'm begging you, please don't lock yourself in your room

7. Give me one single fucking reason why I shouldn't leave.

8. That wasn't a question.

9. Don't listen to them.

10. Hear my heartbeat? Just focus on that.

11. I don't care what they think, to me, you are perfect.

12. You don't have to be alone.

13. This is illegal!

14. Your tutor is pretty hot.

15. Why have you been so secretive lately?

16. I think we should take a break.

17. How come you're the only one that can see me for me?

18. I just wanted to hear your voice.

19. I'm not helping you babysit.

20. Did we sleep together?

21. If you don't do it I will!

22. You're scared? Really?

23. This place is abandoned, don't worry.

24. This was a stupid idea

25. This is crazy..none of this is real!

26. You need to believe me, please!

27. Close the door.

28. It's three in the morning!

29. I should have told you a long time ago.

30. Why are you helping me?

31. You're in love with her!

32. We could get arrested for this.

33. Love is overrated.

34. Watch me.

35. I've missed this.

36. Was it all a lie?

37. This is all your fault

38. Are you happy now? Huh? Does this make you happy?

39. Maybe I'm meant to be alone.

40. Did it ever occur to you that I'm hurting too?

41. You said that you'd always be there for me. What happened?

42. I'm sorry what are you saying? I keep getting lost in your eyes.

43. If I ever see you anywhere near her, you'll have to deal with me.

44. Is that a challenge?

45. Get behind me now!

46. Here, I have an extra weapon.

47. You scared the shit out of me, I'm never letting you go.

48. I am not jealous!

49. I think I love you.

50. Don't be silly, I want to stay up with you.

51. How about a kiss?

52. Dance with me!

53. We'd make a cute couple.

54. Do you trust me?

55. if you don't want to talk about what happened, then say so. Don't just lie and say it's fine.

56. Stop staring at me!

57. I said I don't know anything!

58. You don't think its a bit much?

59. Call me one more time and see what

happens.

60. Put some clothes on for the love of god!

61. Can you just give me a hug? Just once?

62. That was the last time. Im serious.

63. It's pitch black in here and I can still see that you're blushing.

64. Am I supposed to be scared of you?

65. I'm going to take a shower so you should probably join me. It'll save water.

66. You're just not the same anymore.

67. It's midnight, where the hell are you?

68. What the hell is your problem?

69. Why do you run away from all your problems?

70. You can't keep it all inside, you know? Bottling it up won't do you any good.

71. Hey, I know you're hurting, but you're not alone, okay?

72. I'm sorry I gave you the wrong impression.

73. You can't just lose your temper like this every time you get a bit upset.

74. Calm down, you're scaring me!

75. Don't look at me like that.

76. Were you ever going to tell me?

77. Sorry doesn't fix everything.

78. I've loved you since before I could read and you chose her instead.

79. You broke my heart.

80. I was alone.

81. We have to stop.

82. You left me.

83. I can't do this anymore.

84. Your hair is really soft after you wash it.

85. stop moving, I'm trying to braid your hair!

86. Would it be alright if borrowed your sweater? It smells like you.

87. If you steal the blankets Im going to put ice down your pants.

88. Here, let's share the blanket.

89. You're comfy.

90. You're my new pillow.

91. But I want to hear you sing!

92. We can talk over dinner.

93. Don't get up, I'll do it.

94. Stargazing was a good idea.

95. I'll be here to protect you.

96. It's okay, I couldn't sleep anyway.

97. I heard you talking in your sleep!

98. Your bedhead is really cute.

99. I love your hugs.

100. You fuck with them, you fuck with me.

101. I don't want to sleep alone tonight.

102. I love you, you know that right?

103. I'm coming to get you, stay there.

104. Okay so don't freak out, but I got flour everywhere.

105. Woah, I never knew you had a tattoo!

106. Stop moving.

107. Im worried about you.

108. What happened to you?

109. You can't stay in bed all day!

110. You're a terrible liar.

111. Don't act so innocent!

112. Do you believe in soulmates?

113. What if something happens to you?

114. Are you sure about this?

115. I gotta say, I'm a little surprised.

116. I'm not a child!

117. You're screwed!

118. You called me, remember?

119. Do you need to go to the hospital?

120. Sleep is for the weak!

121. I don't like the way they look at you.

122. I don't want to be friends.

123. Let's get out of here.

124. Maybe you should sit down.

125. You're burning up!

126. I've got your back.

127. Walk it off.

128. I cant sleep. help me get rid of some energy?

129. I'm going back to bed.

130. Your heart is pounding.

131. It's too early for this.

132. Get on your knees.

133. I thought you said you knew where you were going? Yeah I lied.

134. Shit you're freezing, let's get you inside.

135. What happened to us?

136. Im not letting you sleep on the floor, get up here.

137. you're the only thing in the world that matters to me.

138. Feel like another round?

139. You were great last night.

140. Wow, you look even better in daylight.

141. My clothes look better on you than they do on me!

142. I had no idea you were into that stuff, glad I found out.

143. You should play with my hair more.

144. I don't remember ever having this many hickeys but I don't mind.

145. I don't know your name, but maybe you can share it with me so I know what to scream tonight.

146. The fun doesn't have to end.

147. I think I can convince you to stay.

148. Are you even listening to me?

149. Leave. Now.

150. What more do you want?

151. I hate you.

152. Can you just shut the fuck up already?

153. What the hell is wrong with you?

154. I can't do this anymore.

155. Oh my god, I don't care!

156. That hurt, you son of a bitch!

157. Pack your shit and of my sight. Go! Get the fuck out!

158. I could break your nose if I wanted.

159. Meet me on the bridge in an hour.

160. No one needs to know.

161. No one will ever hurt you again.

162. None of that matters now.

163. Oh my god! You're in love with them!

164. Please don't cry.

165. Please don't leave.

166. Please listen to me!

167. Please say something.

168. Promise me you won't let anything happen to them.

169. Promise me you'll stay.

170. Shit, are you bleeding?

171. Shut up and kiss me.

172. Somebody's in love!

173. Sorry, I thought I was alone!

174. Stop talking about love for a minute and help me kill this bitch!

175. Tell me a secret.

176. You said you'd always be there for me, so how did this happen? why weren't you there for me?

177. it hurts to watch you kiss her.

178. We can be friends instead.

179. I tried to move on but nobody is like you.

180. Does it look like I moved on?

181. why did we even break up?

182. Can I at least buy you coffee? for old time's sake?

183. I can't take this anymore!

184. What are you talking about? you're married.

185. I feel like everyone is forgetting I exist.

186. I gave you a chance and you used it to stab me in the back.

187. I've been alone for so long.

188. But you promised!

189. I think you'll be happy to know I'm not wearing any underwear.

190. I want you. right here right now.

191. Isn't this illegal? / probably!

192. You're really drunk right now. I don't think you're gonna remember any of this. / No, im not drunk, you're just blurry!

193. I have a feeling we should kiss. / Is that a good feeling or a bad feeling?

194. I love the way your hand fits in mine.

195. You can call me whenever you want. Even if you don't have a reason to.

196. why do you only call me when you're high?

197. Wait! don't pull away, not yet.

198. You look really cute in that sweater!

199. No I like it! I just can't believe you're actually wearing my clothes.

200. just call me yours already!

201. why dont you ever kiss me?

202. The first tome I saw you, I couldn't get over how beautiful you were.

203. Are you fucking her?

204. Can you hold my hand?

205. You can't leave without letting me hug you first!

206. You've got to be fucking kidding me.

207. You're more red than a tomato!

208. Your lips are really warm.

209. A few months ago I thought I was in love with you. Now, I know I was wrong.

210. My friends get so annoyed by how much I talk about you sometimes.

211. Wanna, like, I mean if you're not busy, we should get lunch! Or even just coffee if you don't have a lot of time.

212. Your hair is so soft!

213. It's too cold! come back!

214. you can sit in my lap until I'm done working.

215. I think I'm in love with you and I'm terrified.

216. I'm not going to leave you. You're never going to have to suffer by yourself again, I promise.

217. If I could, I would kiss away all your scars.

218. I think I might be falling in love with you.

219. Your lips are soft. I could kiss them all day.

220. Ugh, you're so warm!

221. Dont run away from me, Bitch!

222. Please talk to me about this.

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someonestolemyshoes · 3 years

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Hi! Have u done any pregnant Hanji and overprotective daddy Levi already?? Yep i think im craving for more domestic levihan family, im sorry 😭

Im a bit new here in the community, and when i read ur works, i fell in love with it already, thank you for existing!!! 💖💖💖

Hello anon! Thank you so much, I’m so glad you enjoyed my other fics :3 Sorry for the very long wait for this one, I've been struggling to find the time/motivation to write lately, but I'm feeling a little better and I figured I'd get to work on some of my prompts. Starting here!!

It ended up a little less domestic and a touch more angsty than I had originally planned, but only for a moment--happy endings all round!

Warning: this does start off with non-graphic depictions of nausea/vomiting, I hope that doesn't bother you!

Hange had been feeling unwell for days.

It wasn't an uncommon occurrence—Hange tended to wake up feeling nauseous some days, most often when she'd neglected to eat a decent meal the evening before—but this was the fourth morning in a row now, that Hange found herself bent over the toilet bowl in the early hours of the morning, heaving up nothing but acid and empty air.

She retched until her stomach ached. There was nothing left to bring up, but her gut still rolled unpleasantly and there was a telling tremor under her tongue that warned her it might be best to stay in the bathroom a little while longer. She settled heavily against the wall to catch her breath.

It didn't make any sense. For most of the day, Hange felt fine. A little tired, maybe, but that was only to be expected after spending half the night every night on the bathroom floor. Tonight, no doubt, would follow the uncomfortably familiar routine: Hange would dry-heave a little longer, until the queasiness abated enough for Levi to convince her to come back to bed, and then she would toss and turn, too warm beneath the bed clothes, until she could fall into a restless sleep. She'd wake up feeling a little groggy, a little bleary, unreasonably hungry, but after a coffee and some breakfast she would feel well again. Perfectly normal.

Like clockwork, Levi appeared in the doorway just as Hange had flopped herself back over the toilet. She felt his palm, cool and soft, press against the back of her neck. Hange gathered her hair back from her face with both hands, braced her elbows on the toilet bowl, letting out a groan of discomfort as her stomach twisted, threatened to revolt again. Levi's thumb rubbed soothingly against her neck.

Sure enough, she brought up nothing more, but she gagged plenty, and found herself gasping for breath by the time she leaned back against Levi, aching and exhausted. His lips pressed into her damp hair.

Levi was as silent as always. His touch was pleasant, his presence welcome. Hange needed the hand he offered to pull her to her feet, needed his reassuring grip at her hips as she brushed her teeth and rinsed her mouth out. Her quaking knees felt unstable beneath her.

He lay facing her after they got into bed. Hange was sprawled out atop the covers, shifting restlessly to find the coolest patches on the bed. Levi watched her for a moment, then said, "This isn't normal."

Hange only grumbled.

"You said you'd book an appointment with the doctor."

Hange grumbled again. Levi ticked his tongue and rolled to lie on his back, staring at the ceiling.

"Call tomorrow."

"If I didn't know better," Hange said sluggishly, "I'd say you were worried about me."

He scowled and rolled onto his other side, his back to her now.

"No, just sick of waking up at half four every morning to drag you back to bed."

Hange managed a small, wicked snicker, but shuffled across the space between them and pressed an apologetic kiss to the back of his neck.

"Must be dreadful," she said. Her voice sounded raw, hoarse. She buried her nose into his hair and took a long, deep breath. Levi grunted, but reached back and pulled her arm loosely over his hip. He knotted their fingers together loosely.

"Call them, Hange."

Hange gave his fingers a gentle, reassuring squeeze.

"I will."

Hange prided herself on being a reasonably intelligent person. She had two degrees, was working towards her doctorate, and already had her name on a small handful of peer-reviewed research papers. She spoke multiple languages, read dissertations for fun, kept a (in Levi’s words) disgustingly realistic human skeleton in a box under the bed for study purposes, and had spent the better part of the last 26 years of her life studying human biology and physiology.

How she had not predicted that she might be pregnant was almost unfathomable.

She left the doctors office in a daze with an appointment card and several pamphlets in hand. She had been referred hastily to a midwife and the hospital would soon be sending out a date for an ultrasound—“As soon as possible,” the doctor had said, “since you’re not sure how far along you are.”

The thing is, Hange had been on the same birth control pill for years now. Forgetful as she may be about many, many things (like eating, and bathing, and washing the dishes and taking out the garbage and and and), Hange was religious in taking that damn pill at the same time every single day. She had never missed it, not even once. Without a regular cycle, Hange had no way of predicting when they had conceived, and the doctor was eager to make sure no essential landmarks in her antenatal care were missed, if they could possibly help it.

The thought had never even crossed her mind. It seemed ridiculous now, in hindsight. The sickness was one thing, but now that she thought about it, there were a whole host of small oddities that Hange could easily attribute to pregnancy. Lethargy, and bloating, heartburn, and she had been peeing more than usual—Hange groaned, and scrubbed her hands over her face. She should have suspected, at least. Should have put the pieces together sooner.

But, stupid and naive as it may be, she hadn’t thought it possible. Why worry about it, when Hange had taken consistent precautions to avoid it?

She felt queasy the entire bus ride home.

It wasn’t that she was against the idea of having children. One day, maybe. When she had finished her doctorate, got herself a steady, well-paid job. When she and Levi had moved out of their tiny, cramped apartment into somewhere bigger, somewhere more suited for a family.

And god. Levi.

This was something they’d never really talked about. For his part, Levi never seemed all that interested. He was good with Hange’s nieces and nephews, and Erwin’s son adored him, and he hadn’t showed any express dislike for children, but—well, tolerating other peoples little brats and raising your own are two very different things.

What if Levi didn’t want the baby? What if he did? Hange wasn’t even sure herself what she wanted to do about the whole situation—what if she didn’t want it? What if, after some reflection, Hange decided now wasn’t a good time? Could they even afford a baby right now? Hange’s money was tied up in her education, while Levi was just making ends meet at the office. They got by well enough with just the two of them, but add in a baby? A whole other person, entirely dependant on them for support? Hange could barely feed and bathe herself, some days, never mind responsibly care for a child.

By the time the bus pulled up near the house, Hange felt more distressed than ever. Levi, at least, was at work until the evening, so she had a few more hours to herself to mull everything over, but the entire situation made her stomach clench and churn unpleasantly with every new thought.

The prospect of having a child was terrifying. The prospect of not having this child was nauseating.

Levi had left the flat in pristine condition when he had left for work, but Hange barely had the energy to feel even a little guilty as she shrugged off her coat and kicked off her shoes, leaving both strewn about the floor. She dumped her bag and made her way sluggishly through to the bedroom.

Levi had made the bed. The sheet was stretched flat over the mattress, the pillows perfectly fluffed and set against the headboard. Hange’s nightshirt, one of Levi’s old, baggy shirts, too stretched and threadbare for him to wear, had been folded neatly and left on her side of the bed, her slippers lined up smartly with the bed frame. For some reason—hormones, she told herself—her eyes watered, and a lump swelled in her throat. She sniffled pitifully as she stripped off her clothes and pulled on the shirt, clambering into the bed and tugging the sheets until the cocooned around her.

Hange passed the rest of the day tossing and turning in bed. She tried to nap, but her mind was too restless, occupied with thoughts of the baby, with the concept of having to tell Levi when he came home. She could try to lie, say the doctors had done some blood work, that she was waiting on the results of some test or other, but Levi knew her too well. She could never lie to him, and her despondent state would give her away before she had the chance to say anything.

The sun was beginning to set by the time she heard Levi’s keys in the door. She felt exhausted, head aching with all the thinking, considering, weighing up her options; with running over every possible outcome she could imagine. Keeping the baby, getting rid of the baby, Levi not wanting the baby, Levi leaving over the baby—every scenario she could imagine was worse than the last. There was only one idea that she had hardly dared entertain, in fear of disappointment if things didn’t work out.

She heard Levi call out for her, but gave no answer. She listened, curled up in a ball on her side, as he shuffled around, no doubt picking up her coat and shoes from where she had abandoned them. And then he made his way towards the bedroom, steps soft on the plush carpet. The bedroom door creaked open.

“Hange?”

She made a small, warbled noise under the bedclothes. Levi came to sit on the bed, the mattress dipping beneath his weight. His hand found the curve of Hange’s hip.

“How was it?”

Hange made another noncommittal sound. She wiped her nose and eyes on the sheets, but didn’t dare show her face just yet. She wasn’t ready. She had never prepared for this conversation, never even imagined it before today. It was too soon. Not enough time to rehearse.

Levi’s hand moved to her back, rubbing lightly up and down her spine, before dropping to the mattress behind her. He leaned over her, and she felt his lips press warm and gentle to the point of her shoulder. A fresh wave of tears poured over the bridge of her nose and down the side of her face.

She tried to be quiet, but something—the shake of her shoulder, perhaps, or the shudder of air as she tried to take a steadying breath in—gave way to her crying. Levi moved off the bed, but Hange felt his fingers prying lightly at the sheets, pulling them down until he could get a good look at her face. He was kneeling by the bed now, face level with her, and he looked at her with worry pinching deep creases between his brows.

“Oi, what’d they say?”

Hange bit the inside of her lip and rubbed her damp cheek on the pillow. If Levi was bothered by her using their bedding as a tissue, he didn’t show it. He simply looked at her, eyes darting over her face, searching. It occurred to Hange then how this must look to him. She had gone to the doctors due to unexplained, violent sickness, and now she is in bed, hours later, still crying about whatever news she had received.

“I’m fine,” she said. Levi’s tense shoulders relaxed a fraction, but his face remained pinched, frowning and concerned. Hange wanted to tell him quickly, simply, like ripping off a plaster, but the words would not come. She opened her mouth, but her throat constricted painfully.

Eventually, she said, “my bag. There’s some stuff in my bag. Have a look.”

Levi gave her a somewhat quizzical look, but stood, dropping a quick kiss to her temple before going to fetch the bag, and dipping his hand in to fish out the contents inside.

Hange watched with her breath held and her stomach clenched as Levi pulled out the handful of leaflets and turned them over, looking at each one in turn. His eyes widened fractionally as comprehension dawned on him. His lips pressed into a thin line. Leaden weight settled in Hange’s gut. She curled into a tighter ball, pressing the bedsheets over her mouth and nose, waiting for him to gather himself enough to say something.

After a moment, he spoke.

“That’s all?”

Huh? “Huh?!”

Hange disentangled her arms from the sheets and sat up, staring at him. Levi moved to sit on the edge of the bed again, a scowl back on his face, though there was an intriguing flush high on his cheeks as he whacked her lightly on the top of the head with the leaflets.

“Stupid four-eyes,” he said, exasperated. “Crying like that. I thought you were dying.”

“I’m pregnant.” Hange said the word slowly, carefully, in case Levi had somehow misunderstood. He had the audacity to look at her like she was stupid.

“I can see that.”

“And you have nothing more to say about it? That’s all?”

Levi shrugged a little at her. Aside from the small patches of colour in his cheeks, Levi seemed wholly unfazed by the revelation.

“It’s just a baby. We can handle a baby.”

“That doesn’t terrify you?”

Levi scrutinised her for a moment, before he said, “are you scared?”

“Yes? Yes! How are you so calm? We can’t afford a baby—we don’t have the time for a baby? Where will they going to sleep? We don’t have a spare room. Can we get time off work to take care of a baby? How will we pay for childcare when we can’t be around?”

“Hange,” Levi said, putting a stop to her rambling. He watched her with a pinched stare. “Do you not want it?”

Hange had spent the majority of the day mulling over this same question. Staring a family was a huge, life-changing commitment, something that required careful forethought and planning. They had not had that luxury. Hange was pregnant now. She had doubts and fears, more than she could ever express, but the idea of simply having a baby—of having this baby—wasn’t upsetting. In the small, brief moments she had allowed herself to imagine a future where she and Levi were parents, where they weren’t wanting for money or time, where things were well, she felt happy. Giddy. The prospect was almost exciting.

“It’s not that,” Hange said earnestly. “I do—I’ve been thinking about it all day, and I—I do want it. But I just—we had no time to prepare. We have no savings, we have no space, I’m a mess. How are we supposed to take care of a tiny person? Babies are hard work, Levi.”

“You’re already hard work.”

Hange laughed weakly, and wiped at her face again. Levi pressed a kiss to her raw cheek.

“We’ll figure it out,” he said.

Hange leaned into him, sighing quietly.

“Is this the kind of thing we can just figure out?”

Levi hummed, shrugging his shoulder. His fingers skimmed up beneath Hange’s shirt, splaying over the small of her back and pulling her closer.

“Why not? We’ve done a good job bullshitting our way through everything else.”

Hange laughed lightly and bumped the side of her head against Levi’s.

“This is different, Levi. This is a person. A tiny little person who is going to need me and you to do everything for them. What if we can’t do it? What if we mess up?”

“Hange.” Levi pulled back a little and his hands came up to grip either side of her face, forcing her to look at him. “Stop. I know all that. But if you want the brat, and I want the brat, we’ve got no choice but to get on with it.”

“I know, I know, but—wait, you want the baby?”

Levi maintained eye contact with her, but it seemed to take a concentrated effort to do so. The flush of his cheeks deepened a little and his lips quirked at the corners. No doubt to compensate for the show of emotion, he pulled his face into his customary frown.

“It’s fine,” he said. Hange fought the urge to roll her eyes and caught his hands as he lowered them from her face, pulling them into her lap.

“Are you saying that because it’s already too late, or do you want to keep it?”

Levi’s face took on a look of constipated strain. He curled his lip as though in distaste, then hooked a hand around the back of Hange’s neck and pulled her face to his abruptly, smacking a kiss to her lips. He let his forehead settle against hers and stroked his thumb over the hinge of her jaw.

He fought to keep his tone neutral, but Hange could hear the happy tremor in his voice as he said again, “It’s fine.”

For the first time since hearing the news that day, Hange allowed herself to feel excited. To accept the idea that she and Levi were about to start their own bizarre little family. That Levi was still with her felt incredible enough, but to know that he was pleased—it was more than she could ever have hoped for. Hange gave a wet laugh and kissed him again.

“Are you allergic to looking happy?” Hange asked as they broke apart. Levi clicked his tongue and pulled back to flick her square between the eyebrows. She laughed a little louder and leaned to wipe her runny nose on his shoulder. Levi muttered under his breath, but didn’t push her away.

“Okay,” Hange said, after a moment. She sat back and pushed her hair back from her face. “Okay. We’re having a baby, then.”

Levi’s rubbed the smile from his lips with the back of his hand, nodding. “We’re having a baby.”

Hange sunk down to flop back over the pillows. Levi looked down at her, head tilted, chewing the inside of his lip. Hange reached up to brush his fringe off his forehead, warmth spilling in her chest when he held her hand close and turned to kiss her palm.

She smiled a little playfully, and freed a leg from the sheets to dig her toes into his ribs.

“If I’d known you wanted kids I would have been significantly less stressed, you know.”

Levi quirked a brow at her.

“I’ve told you that before.”

“No, you haven’t.”

“I have. At your sisters wedding.”

Hange racked her brain, searching for the conversation. She remembered the occasion, and she remembered that she and Levi had somehow ended up babysitting Hange’s family brood. She remembered Levi, wrestling to keep her youngest nephew on his lap while the eldest, still only five or six at the time, was clambering up the back of his chair, sticky hands tugging at Levi’s collar. Hange fought hard to recall more of what was said, but could remember nothing at all of Levi announcing that he had wanted one of his own.

“You said these brats aren’t so bad,” Hange said slowly.

Levi nodded at her. Hange waited for him to elaborate, but he didn’t, only looked at her like there was nothing more he needed to say.

“That’s it? That’s your idea of telling me you want kids?”

“The hell else could I have meant?”

Hange dug her toe at him again but Levi caught her foot this time, pushing it firmly down onto the mattress. Hange reached for him with both arms instead, curling them around the back of his neck and tugging him down quickly. He toppled over her with a quiet oof, and Hange rolled them quickly, straddling his waist and dropping her weight down onto him.

“That is the kind of thing you say clearly, Levi! These brats aren’t so bad—you’re ridiculous!”

Levi wrestled with her arms a little longer before giving up and bringing his hands instead to rest low on her hips. He watched her with a curious expression on his face, something open and soft, and then his eyes roved down to her abdomen and his thumbs brushed inwards, beneath the hem of her shirt, stroking over her lower belly.

This time, he didn’t fight his smile.

He reached up and pulled her down by the neck, and kissed her soundly. Hange melted against him, welcomed the press of his tongue between her lips, shuddered pleasantly when he nipped at her bottom lip. She went with him willingly as he rolled them both over, nudging a knee between her legs and settling his weight against her.

She was spreading her legs to make space for him, when he paused suddenly, and pulled back, leaning over the bed and scooping through the discarded back of leaflets. Hange, winded and dishevelled, watched him incredulously as he flicked through the contents of one, then tossed it aside and opened another.

“What are you doing?”

Without looking up, Levi replied, “Checking.”

“Checking what?”

“I wanna know if we can still—” he waved a hand between them, and went back to searching.

“We’ve been—” Hange mimicked his gesture, “—up until now anyway.”

Levi looked up at her, looking mildly horrified. He held up one his open leaflet and said, “You’ve been drinking alcohol, too. You’re not supposed to do that. And look, here—you’re not supposed to overwork. You’ll have to take on less hours at the university. And you’ll eat. Proper damn meals. Every day.”

Hange flopped back against the pillows, eyes rolling, watching as Levi picked up each new leaflet in turn, pointing out every little adjustment that Hange would have to make.

“This one says you should get eight to ten hours sleep per night. Every night. And not so much coffee, the caffeine’s bad for the baby.”

The baby. It sounded surreal. It sounded ridiculous. Levi shifted to sit against the headboard beside her after opening the chunky little What to Expect While Expecting volume Hange had been handed while leaving the doctors. He seemed thoroughly engrossed, and seemingly unaware when one of his hands reached out to pull Hange’s hair free of its ponytail and sink into her hair. She hummed happily as his nails scraped over her scalp.

Things were still scary, and Hange was still uncertain about how this whole adventure might turn out. But Levi was still with her, and Levi was happy, and that—

—Well, that was good enough.

#levihan #ask #my writing #this was fun!! thank you :D #hoping I can get around to the other prompts soon too!!

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unprofessional-bard · 4 years

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Don't Push It, Pt. 1

Unprofessional Bard's Masterlist

Part 2 (1/2)

Based on this request.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female!Reader

Warnings: Age gap (the reader is 26 and Joel is 53), a lot of teasing/sexual tension, implied romantic feelings.

Summary: It's been going on for years. They both know better than to act on their feelings, but patience starts running thin when a few boundaries are crossed.

Word Count: 5.280

Author's Note: Okay y'all so I am a whore for Joel with long hair and I unintentionally made this into a fix-it au where Joel is alive. Also, the reader is going to have some OC characteristics to fit the scenario better. Finally, this fic changes POV's a lot, so I'm gonna clear that up:

• ----R and below: The reader's POV.

• ----J and below: Joel's POV.

• ----B and below: Both POV's.

The fic starts off with Joel's POV.

Enjoy!

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"Hey, Joel," Dina called over to the man sipping coffee on his porch.

"Mornin' Dina," He replied as his daughter's girlfriend walked over to him. Her baby bump had grown a little more and it never failed to put a smile on Joel's face.

"There's a little trouble with the patrol today," She said. "Jesse won't be able to make it to patrol with (Y/N)."

Shit.

"And they're askin' me to fill in?" He sat up a little.

"Yup, Maria told me to ask you if-"

"No problem, sure, I'll do it." He spoke nonchalantly, then asked if Jesse was alright. Dina told him she wasn't sure, that it must be something important for him to miss patrol, which made Joel nod: "You told (Y/N) too, or...?"

"No, but she's gonna be there regardless. I doubt that she knows."

"Alright, thanks Dina," Joel got up and she smiled in return before walking over to Ellie's place.

It was wrong. By the lord it was wrong, but he couldn't help it. You were fierce, confident, determined and disciplined; qualities he came to appreciate in time, but a bit differently only when it came to you. He shouldn't want you, an unknown source in his mind kept telling himself, but he did. He didn't know why, he never found himself being attracted to a woman your age, yet you had him under your spell. Oh the things you did to him...

Worst part was, he couldn't have you, whether he liked it or not. Nevermind the fact that you were too young for him, you probably didn't want him anyways- despite the crystal clear signals he got from you. It was just how you were, though: A little physical and perhaps a little flirty, but he could just be confusing that with your confidence.

Or he could be overthinking everything.

Joel readied his backpack, but realised there was still a little more than an hour before the rendez-vous, so he decided to head over to your place to tell you about the news to kill some time. After he made it there and knocked on your door while calling your name a couple of times, which were left unanswered, your neighbour curiously looked over the fences and called over to Joel: "She left a while ago... For the gym, I think."

"Thank you," Joel smiled politely and earned a wave from the lady in return. He took his time as he walked over to the gym. After he arrived, he looked around for awhile to spot where you were, but when he found it, the sight almost made him choke.

There you were, ankles crossed as you pulled yourself up and chin over the barfix with closed eyes, a frown and a clenched jaw. Sweat laced the sides of your face and Joel's eyes wandered lower: You were wearing a sports bra and matching shorts which hugged your frame tightly and the sun was shining directly onto your muscles, which the lord himself carved out and were also sweaty, but Joel didn't care - it made you look more attractive, if anything. You let out a huff and lowered yourself down, while he tried to collect himself. He didn't want to disturb you so he decided to wait until you finished...

...but you didn't seem to be finishing any time soon. He didn't want to look like a creep as he stood there and waited, so after you did another pull up and let yourself down, he cleared his throat.

----R

"(Y/N), here you are."

Had you not been already hanging, you definitely would've fell when you heard Joel's voice reach your ears. You opened your eyes to see him slowly approach you, his stupid thumb stuck in behind his stupid belt.

You hated it: You hated finding this man attractive and you hated your guts for occasionally flirting with him - him, who probably would never look at you the way you looked at him. He liked you, of course, he enjoyed your company but not the way you wanted him to. You hated that you had a crush on this man, who became even more gorgeous as he let his hair grow over the last few years, you also hated how he neatly parted it to the left.

Patrol with him was both a treat and a curse at the same time. You got to spend time with him, which made it a treat, but when you watched him- saw him in action, how aggressive he was, heat started to pool between your thighs. He was so rough and precise as he was smart; he always knew what to do under any circumstance, so you almost never worried when you went out with him. He made you feel safe, praised you and played with your heart when he responded to your flirting and nothing came out of it.

You hated it because your little "crush" on him was pathetic, for someone as confident as you. Sure, you teased and flirted with him, but one praise as simple as you did well today and you'd be melting on spot. You even tried to get with other people to distract yourself, to no avail. They weren't Joel.

None of them could ever be Joel.

"Good morning!" You said with a high pitched voice, reflecting your struggle to keep yourself up.

"To you too," He chuckled at your state and watched as you pulled yourself up slowly. "Hey, listen. Jesse ain't gonna make it to patrol today so I'm fillin' in for him."

----B

The way you faltered a little didn't escape him: "Why? Is he okay?"

"I dunno, but I'm sure he is. Something important must've come up," Joel informed you, not wanting to worry you as you seemed to care about him. A lot. Ugh.

"Tsk," You breathed out and closed your eyes to focus on keeping your head above the metal bar.

Joel then spoke again: "Yeah, I was just here to let ya know."

"Okay, well-" You exhaled audibly and suddenly let yourself go. The force of the action sent you flying a little and it almost made you bump into him: "Woah, oh, sorry-"

"Woah there," You both chuckled at the same time. Joel held you by your elbows to help you balance yourself and your heart rate picked up pace when you realised how close your face was to his chest a moment ago - the chest you wanted to get your hands on: How muscular was he? How many scars did he have there? How would it feel to run your fingers through the hair as you ro-

"Uhm, yeah, as I was saying," You snapped yourself back to reality and took a small step back, disappointed by the way his fingers let go of your arms: "I'm done here, just need to do a couple of stretches, then head back and take shower."

"Right. Well, I'll see you at the gate, then?"

"Uh, sure, yeah."

You didn't know what else to say other than stay. You wanted him near you and around you, you wanted to show off to him and you wanted his attention, so you had to think quick.

Joel didn't want to leave either, even though you were going to spend the whole day together. He still nodded and turned around to leave. It was then, when a brilliant idea crossed your mind: "Actually, Joel?" He turned around, gave you a soft look that made you want to run up to him and kiss all over his face. "Could you help me with my stretches?"

If he'd been drinking or eating anything, he most definitely would've choked: "Help you?"

"Yeah," You flashed a smile at him. "It's simple, you just gotta press me down and keep me in place." The widening of his eyes, puzzled face and his tense posture made you shy. "Eh- Normally, Jesse helped me with them."

True. Some stretches required someone to push your body to its limits - when you worked out alone, you stuck to simpler stretches, but right now, you needed a reason to have him by your side.

Joel was torn between leaving, like a responsible person who knew when to walk away would. He was responsible, yes, but his moral compass was thrown out of the window whenever you joined the picture. So far, he wanted to think he was handling his emotions well- by not acting on them and not talking about them.

Now, however, it was as if he was facing the last straw. He had a few boundaries left to cross, and this was one of them.

"Plus, I'm a bit tired to do them. Will you help me?"

Lies. All lies.

You'd been doing these stretches for long enough, even though you'd worked hard, you weren't tired at all. Joel thought this to be the case, so he tried to go around it: "You sure? I mean, how're you tired?"

"I've been training like hell this morning," You settled on the mat. "I don't wanna do these stretches, but I have to. I'm not in the mood to pull a muscle today."

That was good enough for him really: "'Kay," He sighed. "What do you need me to do?"

Your eyes glowed in excitement before you faced forward and explained: "Im gonna lean forward, like this-" You extended your legs forward and lowered yourself down. "All you gotta do is press on my back and stop me from moving away for a few seconds."

A few seconds which felt like five minutes, truth be told.

As soon as he touched your bare back, you sighed, then forced it into a hiss. He immediately retreated his hands, thinking he hurt you, pushing the ludicrous idea that you might have moaned away immediately.

His hands were big and a little cold comparing to your skin which was on fire after the workout, but you'd be lying if you said you didn't do that on purpose. You straightened up and looked at him with an innocent smile: "Your hands are cold."

Not cold enough to make you react like that, obviously.

Joel offered an awkward chuckle from the back of his throat: "You're gonna have to deal with it, missy."

And deal with it you did- barely. Christ, that was a bad idea, your worst one yet. To have his hands on your bare skin, pressing you down made your cheeks burn and mouth hang open as he kept you in place. You almost didn't hear him when he spoke, too busy trying to comprehend the size of his hands and how they'd feel around your throa-

"How many of these do you gotta do?"

"Uh, dunno," You blurted out. "Not too many."

Joel was partly glad, it felt so wrong yet it was just a simple act of help you could've asked from anyone. After 20 seconds of staying like that, you straightened. You went into a head-to-knee position and gave him an okay to press you down again.

You switched to the other leg after half a minute, but you were running out of ideas. There weren't any positions left that you could use his help with, so you played one last card to ruin him: "More."

"W-What?"

Good riddance.

"Press a little harder," You pretended to focus and tried your best not to smirk, knowing you had him where you wanted.

"Oh- hm," He cleared his throat and pressed a little more down on your back. If your plan hadn't backfired and made you almost moan through your teeth, everything was going accordingly.

Joel went to pull back, but stopped when you added: "It's been a while since I did these..."

Christ.

"That enough?" He slowly retreated his hands and stood up, watching you lean up where you sat.

"Yup, that'll be it," You smiled and blinked a couple of times. If Joel had known better, he would've thought you were making him do that, then being all cute on purpose-

It was going to be a long day.

----R

Patrol with the older Miller went as normally as it always was. Part one usually went like this: Meet up at the gate, get your rifles and horses, ride out, reach checkpoint one and sign your names. The road to checkpoint one didn't have any trouble, it usually never did. It was more quiet between you two than usual though. Had you gone too far?

"So, uh," You said once the two of you mounted your horses again. "You coming to the dance tonight?"

"What?" He snapped his head in your direction, looking clueless. "What dance?"

"Well, not a dance exactly but- you know what I mean?" You started riding. "The adults only event?"

He looked really distracted, a bit tense even: "Oh, right. You know those ain't my thing."

"I know," You nodded with a soft smile. "But I haven't seen you in any event ever since you decked Seth."

"Decked?" Joel chuckled bitterly at the memory.

"He deserved it, and more, that prick," You rolled your eyes, making him chortle.

"And nobody managed to shut up about it for the whole month," He sighed with a gorgeous yet tired smile on his face which you managed to see just in time. "So, no thanks. I'll pass."

"Aw, come on," You whined. "You can't avoid coming to these events forever. Please?"

He gave you a confused look, his smile slowly disappearing but not in a bad way: "Why?"

A good question. Oh, no reason, just wanna try and make a move on you, quite possibly jump your bones if it all goes well.

"I wanna make sure you haven't lost your ability to socialise." You offered.

"Really? Why, you're my momma now?"

"Ew, no," You both laughed. "Can't I be sure my friend is alive and well occasionally?"

----J

Friend.

A word that made Joel stop and think.

You saw him as a friend, huh? Two people, with clear sexual tension and an obvious age gap between them- Friends was an awkward description for him, but it was better than nothing.

He opened his mouth to reply, to insist that he was indeed alive and well, but you stopped him: "You know what I mean."

The conversation was making him a little distracted, he noticed, so he decided to keep his mouth shut until you reached checkpoint two. You didn't press him on, which was also a delight. That's another thing he liked about you: You knew your bounds- in patrol anyways. Or maybe it was because you got to know him well over the time, knew what he liked or not.

Part two went quieter too- infected and conversation wise. Not even a single runner was on sight as you swept through the small cabins and houses. Except for the occasional clear's and nothing here's, you didn't say anything else. Joel itched to talk to you, about anything to break the silence, but he was too lost in thought.

When you finally made it back to Jackson, you finally spoke up: "So? You coming?" He chuckled, mostly out of relief, then you added: "I found a new outfit, I wanna know what you think."

That caught Joel's attention. With a curious smile, after handing over your horses, he asked: "What outfit?"

"You'll see... If you come." You smirked, your close proximity making Joel's heart race.

"Don't get your hopes up," He sighed with a small grin and tucked his thumb behind his belt, the other one gripping the strap of his rifle.

"You're the worst," You punched his shoulder with mock upset, making him chortle and stumble a little to the right. "Anyways, I'll see you tomorrow then."

Joel remained quiet, then you walked away with a soft smile gracing your lips. The words sunk deeper than he would've liked, a sudden wave of guilt soaking his guts with regret, even though you didn't sound disappointed or upset. Lips pursed, he watched you hand your rifle to Peter and sign off, then leave; his steps coming to a halt as you did.

He just might check out what was up at the dance tonight, if he could successfully move himself out of his comfort zone in the following few hours.

----R

"Well well, look who it is," Tommy grinned when you approached the doors of the pub. The night had settled across the sky by the time you stepped outside your place. The sound of music and chatter of the people from inside filled your ears.

"Yours truly," You smirked. "It's crowded in there huh?"

"It sure is," Tommy said as he turned around to lead you inside. "Adults only events tend to attract more people, as y'can guess. Don't you look pretty today."

"Why thank you." You smiled playfully: "For no one, but myself, at that."

You lied through your teeth. You had dressed up in the silly hope that Joel would actually show up. You had been planning on it ever since you came across the item wrapped around your hips in an abandoned clothes shop a few weeks ago, and this event was the perfect excuse for you to wear it. For him.

"I ain't sayin' nothing!" Tommy raised his hands up in defense. "Figured that much, haven't seen anyone catch your interest in a long time."

Ha. Nice.

The atmosphere was lively and the air was warm, full of energy. Chatter and dancing went about the packs of people scattered across the space, but you couldn't see Joel, much to your disappointment - you weren't surprised though. What surprised you was Jesse suddenly showing up.

"Where's Ellie and Dina?" You asked after a while of teasing him about missing patrol.

"They decided to stay behind, I guess." He shrugged.

"What can I get y'all?" Tommy smiled, suddenly appearing behind the counter. Without waiting for an answer, he filled two glasses and pushed them towards you. You and Jesse looked at each other for a brief moment, before knocking it back at one go. "Woah there..."

A round of laughter later, you felt someone's presence behind you, then they tapped you on the shoulder: "Hey, (Y/N)!"

Much to your disappointment, once more, it was a boy named Mark. He was a year older than you, had no features whatsoever matching Joel's prettier ones and he took an obvious liking to you, which in truth you didn't appreciate, even though he wasn't weird about it or anything. You faked a smile and turned to him a little: "Hi."

"Good to see you," Sure. "How, uh, how are you?"

"Busy, actually," You pointed at the glass Tommy was refilling for you.

"Mind if I join?" He made himself comfortable on the stool next to you.

"Yeah. I do." Your smile never faded but your words were laced with poison.

He looked between you, Tommy and Jesse, mortified at your answer: "W- Heh, well, would you wanna dance later, then-?"

"No, I don't." You spoke calmly and turned to face Jesse again, only for him to move to tap you on the shoulder, which Tommy stopped from happening.

"Why don't you go home, huh?" He grabbed his wrist firmly, but not hard enough to leave a bruise of course. "The lack of oxygen in your brain's clearly stoppin' you from understandin' a word as simple as no."

You looked over at the younger Miller, a stern look on his face which seemed to make Mark piss himself. Suddenly, an even deeper voice was heard behind the boy: "I advise you to listen to him, son."

You turned completely in your seat to see Joel grabbing Mark by the shoulders, making him jump, then remove him from the seat carefully. Mark's legs were quick to oblige, making him walk towards the exit, but Joel held him in place: "A-ah, what do you say to the lady?"

"I'm s-sorry, (Y/N)," He nodded quickly. "I'll never disturb you again, I promise."

"Good boy," Joel patted him on the back, which sent him running to the door. Your cheeks were suddenly burning and you couldn't help but smile shyly.

"Tsk, what a jackass," Tommy nodded disapprovingly as Joel took the now empty space next to you.

"You decided to show then, huh?" You smirked at Joel.

"Yeah, figured you'd break someone's wrists and make 'em eat it," He chuckled, tipping his head at his brother in a greeting -God he looked so handsome, was that a new shirt?- before he continued: "Decided it'd be a shame to miss it."

You giggled and lightly pushed at his arm, almost immediately feeling the muscles underneath the rolled up sleeve of his blue shirt: "I'll take that as a I came because you asked and I listened for once." The exchange, obviously, didn't go unnoticed by his brother and Jesse, which made you sit upright suddenly: "Tommy was the one who was gonna break his wrist anyways..."

"Nobody gets to disturb anyone here, especially right in front of me," He said and slid a glass to his brother.

Jesse joined in: "I doubt it, but should he ever-"

"Aw, you guys are spoiling me," You grinned and waved your hand down, pressing the other onto your chest.

----J

You looked beautiful. You were wearing a plain, dark green, mid-thigh, flare skirt; which could pass as a miniskirt, but Joel was no fashion expert. You always did come up with the rarest clothing items (like your sports set that morning), so he wasn't surprised that you happened across the skirt. You also had a simple, white, v-neck t-shirt on- which all in all was the reason you left Joel speechless: You could be wearing something as simple as these, but you'd still look so damn pretty.

A few minutes later, after Jesse and Tommy disappeared in different directions and you were finally left alone, Joel spoke up: "Is this the-"

"What made you-" You gave each other a brief look before chuckling: "You go first."

"Ah, I was gonna ask if this was the outfit you wanted me to see," He said, briefly looking down to point at your skirt.

He watched you run a hand through your hair and bite your bottom lip before answering: "Yeah..." You got up and stuffed your hands in your pockets, which made Joel's heart sizzle. "What do you think?"

He gave you a genuine smile: "I think you look beautiful."

The shock on your face made Joel panick a little, but when you offered a shy little smile, he relaxed: "You- Really?"

He gave you a single, slow nod in acknowledgement, his smile grew bigger when you beamed at him and offered him a quiet thank you, then sat back. You were staring hard at your glass, clearly avoiding his gaze and he found it rather cute, but didn't comment on it.

He was looking forward to chat with you, after all, you were the reason why he showed up, but you were unfortunately dragged away by a couple of friends, Jesse included...

To dance.

An upbeat song he didn't recognise started playing, putting you and another boy, Mick, to action. Everyone backed away to give you two space, then started off with what seemed to be something you'd been practicing for a while. You mirrored each other's moves, it was similar to some folk dance he'd watched way before the outbreak, but it most definitely wasn't a folk dance. Your arms linked occasionally, hands on your hips as you crossed each other's legs with fast movements and other types of moves Joel couldn't name if he tried, but it was organised and fun to watch. It wasn't intimate, too, just a silly little dance as you called it minutes later when you finished and walked to the bar for a drink. You didn't stay long, though, just downed your drink, winked at him and went back to the stage where you and Mick (but mostly you) stole the show.

It went on for two more rounds, to the point your t-shirts were absolutely soaked and your legs couldn't take it anymore. Joel had a particularly hard time in his seat, watching your skirt float around your thighs made him feel embarrassed with himself. Tommy even went as far as to tease him about his constant squirming, but a glare from his older brother was enough to shut him up.

The last dance finished off with you in Mick's arms, leaning back in his hold and closing your eyes with laughter. Everyone clapped you both, which earned you a kiss on the cheek from Mick- which you returned. Joel's jaw clenched unintentionally, even though you and him didn't appear to be more than friends.

Stop. Stop it, you idiot.

He couldn't care less about these types of things, drama about who's dating who and whatnot, but when it came to you he naturally grew curious.

He watched you, eyelids struggling to keep themselves open as Jesse led you and helped you onto the stool, next to Joel once more. You huffed and giggled, eyes closed with sweat droplets on your forehead. He couldn't help it when his smile grew wider at your tipsy state.

What he didn't see coming was the sudden hand on his thigh and your back against his arm, letting your head drop onto his shoulder as you let out a brief laugh: "Never let me dance and drink at the same time again."

Joel didn't know what to say, he quickly looked around for Jesse only to find him already gone and a couple of people staring at the both of you. With a rush of panic, he responded: "I don't think I'm the one you should say that to, darlin'."

Your hand and the rest of your body immediately retreated when you jumped at his voice: "Joel?!" You looked a little embarrassed and he couldn't help but smirk. "Uh, where's Jesse?"

The question almost made him scrunch up his face, but he patiently waited until the end of the conversation, which was after you've walked away to find the boy in question and he was alone with his own thoughts... Jealousies...

"He dropped you off and went over there, I think." Joel nodded to the direction he thought Jesse went off to - he didn't see though, he was too busy focusing on you when your fingertips had brushed somewhere dangerously near his crotch.

"Huh," You stared around to find him, but Joel figured you were too intoxicated to actually see that far. "You need to stop wearing the same clothes."

He raised a brow at that: "You tell him that."

"Oh I will," You grinned mischievously and suddenly grabbed Joel's glass of whiskey from his hand, then downed it at one go before he could intervene.

"Hey!" He tried to grab the glass from you but you leaned back. "I think you've had enough for the night."

"Says who-?" You pouted and at the very same time, lost your balance, realising that you leaned a little too back. However, Joel caught you; one hand on your arm, the other on your waist and he pulled you back - he didn't know if you did it purposefully, but you practically fell into his body: "Oh! I'm sorry-" You laughed, not looking sorry at all. "Thanks, Joel," You purred, extending the 's' and the 'l' at the end of each word as you grabbed onto his biceps. "You saved me."

"Pfft," Joel couldn't help but let his hand linger on your waist as he made sure you stood in place. Your eyes met when you lifted your head from his chest - the meaning behind his hazel gaze and your own was similar and it lasted for what felt like a whole minute, while in reality it was no longer than a few seconds.

You finally let his arms go and he took it as his cue to remove his hand from your waist (which, for a moment, felt like it had been glued there): "So... You enjoying yourself, old man?"

Joel sighed through his nose, amused at how the alcohol in your system was slowing your speech, then went back to how he had been sitting before you came. Just when you asked, the smooth, familiar tune of Ain't No Sunshine started playing. After all the excitement, a slower music felt nice: "Sure. You?"

"Oh I sure am," You nodded and leaned back against the counter with something of a triumphant smile.

"I can tell," Joel replied, then without turning his head, side eyed you. His stare later on moved down to your skirt. "Why'd you get all dressed up for, really?"

"Huh?" You blinked, not processing if he was asking what you thought he was.

"I, uh- just never took you for the skirt type."

"Is that so?" You asked, eyes widening. "Well, just trying on a new outfit..." You looked down and bit your lower lip, making Joel's heart skip a beat. He mentally kicked himself for not leaving right then and there and continuing to talk to you: "There's actually another reason."

"Hm?"

"There's this guy," You turned towards him, placed your arm paralleled across his on the counter and leaned forward a little, pretending to look around. His fingertips scratched against the wooden surface of the counter at the mention of this guy in question. "I don't know his name, but maybe you do?"

He just raised a brow when you looked at him innocently: "He's a bit old, around this tall," Your hand went back and forth in the air as you tried to size the man's height in your mind. "Has pretty, long, graying hair with an also graying beard... A little scar on his nose," You looked at him and leaned in a little more, invading his personal space but not touching him, then pointed at the exact spot on your nose and it was then, Joel realised, that you were indeed describing himself. "He's wearing this blue shirt and, honestly, it would look better on him if he opened another button or two."

I know, I know

Hey I oughta leave young thing alone

But ain't no sunshine when she's gone

He wanted to counter, tease you back, lean down and taste your lips, then place a kiss or two on your neck and bite it softly just to hear you moan quietly into his ear- he also needed to get his shit together, as much as he wanted to do all of that.

He couldn't quite believe his self control when he leaned away from you, especially since the tip of your noses almost touched and he felt your hot breath on his lips. He cleared his throat and quickly looked around to see if anyone was looking- no one had seen the rather intimate interaction so he spoke: "I don't know who that is."

The disappointment on your features was like a knife twisting up in his guts. You blinked a couple of times, but didn't lean back: "S- Sure you do..."

"I don't," Joel insisted, his voice stern. "Maybe you should look for someone else."

Your disappointment turned into embarrassment and anger, making you frown and lean back: "Excuse me."

Ain't no sunshine when she's gone

And this house just ain't no home

Anytime she goes away

And with that, you got up and stormed away, leaving Joel wanting, aching and ashamed.

Anytime she goes away

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Of Course I'm Here

Characters: Come on you know by now how this goes (Loki x you) (Team x you, platonic)

Warnings: None. And really if you ever see anything that I might need to able as a warning please let me know... I'm the person who forgets there are people out there that get offened by the word F*** if that is an exapmle of anything.

Summary: Mid battle and the avengers keep looking for an answer as to why the God of Lies hasnt showed up yet. Of course you have no idea but at least he proves them all wrong.

ANNOUNCEMENT TIME: hey guys Im back, I know it hasnt been long but I also know I havent been posting every single day like I was, i got into a weird little funk where I didnt want to do anything, I was just feeling completly drained, and I felt bad because I have my little and I didnt even want to play with her because I have just been so TIRED, but I'm feeling better. Work has been kicking my ass here lately and ive been working over 50 hours a week so ive literally been coming in, eatting / feeding the little, getting us ready for bed, and crashing as soon as she falls asleep. But im here now. I will probably be more active on weekends than during the week because I have more time to spend working on stuff but I will be posting also during the week just not daily. At least until after state comes. Thank you so much for the reblogs, likes, comments, follows, and messages please keep them coming! If you would like to be tagged please ask or message, and requests are open. Love you guys so much! 💚💚💚💚💚

Loki Masterlist

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"Y/N, BACK UP I NEED BACK UP! EYES IN THE SKY!" Tony yelled from above, you and Clint stood back to back on a roof top shooting as many bad guys as you could. Clint took aim at another carrier, shooting at the engine causing the entire thing to blow up raining debris and hot metal around you.

"Damnit Clint! Farther away make sure they are farther away!" You yelled popping him on the head with an arrow before aiming it at the thing that was chasing Tony.

"Where is lover boy at? You.sent him the location right?" Nat asked into the com.

"Yes I sent him the location, no I dont know where hes at." You mocked.

"Did you send him the right location?" Sam asked.

"One time, one dam-"

"Language!" Steve chimed in causing everyone to groan. Gun shots where ringing all around you and you could here metal on metal paired with Hulk screams coming from another building over.

"Language." You mocked muting your com son that no one but Clint heard you. "I am a 26 year old woman, I think I'm old enough to cuss if I want." You drew back your bow and sent another arrow flying into another goon that had Nat trapped aginst a wall. She shot you a thumbs up before running off. You hit unmute on your com.

"Jesus, 26? Baby, you sure you don't need to be at a babysitter instead of on a building killing things?" He laughed.

"Dont worry Hawk, when we get done here I've already booked you a nice nursing home to be put into." You put your bow around you and stood on the edge of the building. "I need a better view." You looked round, the top of a taller building caught you eye. "There Hawk, we can cover a better radius from up there, get closer to the action."

"DOES ANYONE KNOW WHEN THE GODS ARE GOING TO BE HERE? WE NEED MORE HELP WERE GETTING TIRED AND OUT NUMBERED!" Tony came over the coms screaming.

"How do we get up there? Or do I even wanna know?" Hawk came to examin where you were talking about.

"Im jumping, you cant tell me that someone wont catch me." You shrug.

"GODS WHERE ARE TH- Y/N DONT YOU DARE JUMP!" Tony stopped and hovered right were you was standing.

"Then take us over there. We need higher ground, we cant cover everyone from down here." You crossed your arms.

"Where are the gods at y/n?" He asked again

"I. Dont. Know. Jesus you guys act like I'm suppose to be there keeper!" A simultaneous you are came from everone through the com causing you to roll your eyes. "Hes gonna be here I swear it! Now take me to the building or I jump. 1.....2....-" Tony grabbed you by the collar of your jacket and flew you to the building.

God these things were everywhere and you were starting to run out of arrows. After shooting another ship and causing it to blow you heard what was unmistakably pounding on the roof top door leading to where you currently was at.

"I have some univited guests about to join my party. Anyone available for some assistance?" You yanked out the two emerald green and silver daggars that your boyfriend had given you not long after you had started dating after throwing your bow around you.

"Buy some time kid, I'm on ground level right now but I can try to get up there as fast as possible." Bucky called over the com.

"Buy some time? Ok. I can do this. I work better from afar but a little hand to hand never hurt anyone, just easier to get stabbed this way." The first of the things busted through the door running straight at you. You jerked out of the way missing his staff by just a few inches. Quickly turning you flipped the dagger like Loki had showed you and stabbed him in his side causing him to fall to the ground before the next one tried to impale you.

"I have two daggers and they have freaking staffs! Back up! WHERE THE HELL AR-" you were interupted by static in the air and a bright light. The bitfrost had just opened up leaving to gods standing in front of you and taking out the remainder ofnthe bad guys. "HES HERE! I TOLD YOU GUYS THEY WERE COMING AND THEY'RE HERE." You pulled two extra coms from you pocket and gave them to Thor and Loki.

"Always a pleasure to battle beside you Lady y/n." Thor smiled takkng the com and putting it in his ear before taking off again.

Loki sauntered over to you and put his arm around you waist, you put the com in his ear as he rolled his eyes. He leaned down and gave you a quick kiss.

"You got a new outfit." You smiled at him. God the way he looked in his battle clothe always did something to you, the horned helment was a plus.

"You like it." He smirked down at you pulling you closer.

"Your wearing your horns to." You reached up and brushed a peice if hair behind his ear.

"STOP. STOP NOW. WE CAN HEAR EVERYTHING AND ITS GROSS." Tony yelled causing you both to roll your eyes.

"Quick run down, bad guys everywhere, no end in sight, and I'm out of arrows pretty sure Hawk is too." Loki waved his hand over your quiver making more arrows appear.

"I see you had to use your daggers. I am sorry for not being here. Are you hurt anywhere?" He asked stepping away from you to examin you.

"Small cut on the side, nothing I havent dealt with before, Ill be fine. You go make sure Hawk is fully stocked up and help the others. I got a birds eye view of you right here." I leaned in kissing him one more time before smiling at him and pushing him away. He kissed his two finger before placimg them over his heart and you did the same, "always." You both said before he disappered.

You could hear Thor laughing at the chaos going on and Steve trying to direct the god of thunder on what to do. You had learned earlier to just let him do his own thing and he would be fine. Tony was still trying to micromanage everything when you heard Loki mumble something in an old language and his com cut out. You had figured it wouldnt have stayed on to long though but at least you had tried. It had calmed down up on your end so you decided to finally go back down to where Clint was at shooting an arrow with heavy duty rope you glided back down next to him to watch what was going on.

"Hello, earth to y/n." He snapped his fingers in front of your face. You had been to busy staring at Loki and that damn helmet. "I dont even understand why were friends." He rolled his eyes propping up on the ledge watching as the rest of the team secured the last of the bad guys.

"Because we both shoot arrows, because we are both the best in the team, or because we both know we are the best looking one on the team so we have to stick together." You laughed jumping up so you could sit on the ledge.

"The birds can come out of their nest now." Bucky called over the coms causing you both to sigh.

When you and Clint had reached the bottom you walked over to Thor theowing your arms around the big goof ball.

"You are amazing during battle as always." He beemed patting you on the shoulder.

"As always? Thor youve only fought with her twice." Steve said beside you.

"I had a week off. Went to Asguard, spent time with the boys. Someone had to keep them in line." You shrugged like it was no big deal.

"She was amazing!" Thor went on telling the story of the fight you had all gotten into.

"Mothers been asking about you by the way dear. Wants to know if you've decided to come stay for a while." Loki leaned down and whispered in your ear.

"I think I'm leaning toward a yes. I can't stand being away from you, you had been gone forever this time." You reached for his hand as you both walked to the quinjet.

"I was making arrangements to have our room redone. I figured you would come with me." He gave you a knowing smirk as he reached up to take off his helmet.

"Leave the horns on. I have a suprise for you when we get home." You pulled his hand away from his head and smacked his butt.

"You are a little minx." He laughed chasing you into the jet while the rest of the team groaned and rolled their eyes.

"Even if you wasnt moving i would be kicking your ass out! I am so sick of the PDA between you two." Tony hollared after you.

"Leave them alone Tony, they are courting. Im just glad my brother is happy and not trying to stab me." Thor clapped Tony on the back.

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garbagevanfleet · 4 years

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Brightest Blue (series)

PART ELEVEN

Pairing: Josh x reader Warnings: talk of sex and such, feelings Summary: Things are changing. New state. New school. New roommate. You just pray things are going to click into place.

Notes: alright, this is terribly late again because im a depressed snail at heart, but its longer than usual, so i hope that makes up for it. If you read my fic at all, i love you. If you interact with this fic in anyway, i want to wed you.

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MASTERPOST

You woke up in a daze of fuzzy but pleasant memories. You were trying to blink the sleep from your eyes when Josh entered your line of sight. He had emerged from the hallway, completely naked save for the necklace he’d been in the night before, little water droplets slipping from his curls to his shoulders.

You shot up in bed, and as you did, the comforter fell away from your body. It took you a moment for you to realize that it was the air hitting your bare skin that was making you feel chilled, but it didn’t last long. Your face turned beet red as you quickly picked the sheet back up to cover yourself.

He was giving you an odd look - somewhere between amused and concerned. “Are you alright?” he tried cautiously, still standing there stark naked.

“Josh! You can’t just walk around naked,” you complained, stuttering on your words as they came out.

He snorted a laugh. “What? First of all, this is my room. Second of all, it’s a little late to try and protect your modesty.”

You rolled your eyes at him until you realized what he was talking about. “Oh my god, we had sex last night,” you whispered to him like it was a secret, a tiny smile on your lips.

He nodded, breathing a laugh. “Yeah.”

You experimentally shifted in your seat before grimacing up at him. “That would explain why I’m sitting in a damp spot.”

You could only describe the laugh that escaped him as a cackle, honest and unabashed. “Gross.”

You had to say you agreed with him.

There was a cautious moment, where you stared at each other, both unsure of what to say.

“Are we good?” he tried quietly like he was a little scared of what you were going to say.

You patted the spot next to you and he clambered in as he was told. You leaned against him as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder.

“Of course, we are,” you assured, nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck.

“If it’s going to make you feel better to pretend it didn’t happen, I wouldn’t be mad.”

You pulled away and looked up at him with a frown. “What are you talking about?”

He shrugged, sporting a nervous smile. “I just don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

You heaved a big sigh, shifting to look into his eyes. “Josh, I want you to listen to me really carefully, okay?”

He nodded.

You slowly reached up to cup one side of his face in your hand. “I don’t regret it - actually, I had a really nice night. I just think that it would be best for everyone involved if it didn’t happen again. We probably shouldn’t be romantic...or naked around each other.”

The expression he wore seemed like an understanding one, at least to you.

“You want me to make pancakes? Maybe chocolate chip banana?” you offered, giving him a cheeky smile.

He couldn’t help but match it. “Yes. You’re probably going to want to put your tits away first though.”

“You first,” you quipped, smacking the back of your hand against his peck.

+++

The rest of the weekend, the two of you spent watching Christmas movies on the couch (even though the holiday was more than a month away) while you worked on sewing the costumes. Josh had offered to ask the theater department if you could borrow a sewing machine, but you had been way too afraid of it to try and use it, so it sat in your room alone. That did, however, leave you to sew 26 costumes by hand. Well, more like 24, since Rachel had two of them mostly done.

You were finding it oddly fun though, even though your fingers hurt by the fifth stitch or so. The hardest part was making sure you worked on the basics of every costume first - your instinct was to work on one at a time until it was perfect, but you knew you had to be smart about time management. Luckily, even though it was only near mid-November, Michigan’s weather was lovably unpredictable. The weather station had called for snow only through the weekend, but, in reality, it was Monday evening by the time it was done dumping snow - giving you a full three day weekend.

Kate had been sending you pictures of the pieces of the set she had taken home with her to work on, and you couldn’t hide how impressed you were with her work. You would almost be offended at how good it looked if you hadn’t known she was an Art History major with a heavy side of sculpture work.

In the last two weeks before the production, you barely got to see Josh. He would walk you to school, but then you usually wouldn’t see him for the entire rest of the day. You tried to wait up for him on Thursday night, but you ended up falling asleep on the couch, and woke at 1 am to him gently patting your shoulder.

“Hey, you should get up and go to your bed.”

You blinked up at him, sitting up and brushing your sleep-mussed hair from your eyes.

“You’re home so late,” you scolded half-heartedly, pulling your borrowed sweatshirt closer to your face.

“I know, sorry. There’s still a lot to do, especially after we got snowed in last weekend,” he replied, sitting gingerly on the armrest.

“I told you that I’m happy to help however I can.”

He smiled at you, but you had to admit that he looked over-tired. You’d been watching him burn the candle at both ends for three days straight. “It’s a lot of stuff that only I can do. Like going over the music and making the final set diagrams.”

You hummed in understanding as a response.

“Want me to carry you to bed? You can come sleep in mine if you want,” he offered through a crinkly-nosed smile.

You grinned back at him, genuine at first, but it quickly turned melancholy. “Josh,” you said under your breath. “I’d love that, but I don’t think it’s good for us to share a bed anymore.”

His expression fell, face turning blank. He nodded at you, standing and giving you a disappointed smile. “Sleep well,” he wished, patting your shoulder again once before retreating to his room.

You stayed on the couch for a while, your knees tucked up to your chest, as you sat in your guilt. You had known it was stupid of you to have ever let things turn anything other than platonic with him - it had been undeniably fun, but he was your roommate, for fuck’s sake. You had to see him every day, eat your meals with him. Had you not selfishly let yourself go there in the first place, you’d be cuddled up beside him tonight.

It had been so lovely having any kind of affection - platonic or otherwise - that you let yourself get carried away.

When you finally got up and went to bed, Josh’s light was still on, his door shut for one of the first times since you moved in.

+++

Kate took you out for breakfast on Saturday morning to a local hole-in-the-wall that she swore had the very best pancakes she’d ever eaten. She had shown up in a puffer jacket that looked so warm, it made you jealous.

You’d been chatting easily about your classes and the play, but when you had finished your first cup of coffee, there was a lull in the conversation.

You hadn’t meant to say it, it just bubbled out. “I slept with Josh.”

She glanced up at you through her jet black lashes, stony-faced. “Yeah,” she replied, way too calm, sounding like she was wondering why you were even telling her.

You blinked at her for a moment. “Did you hear me? I had sex with Josh.”

She nodded. “Do you want me to pretend like I’m shocked?”

You grimaced at her, and in a whiny tone, responded, “Yes, please.”

A nervous laugh escaped her as she fixed her features to display a surprised expression. “You did what?!” she asked - purely for your benefit.

You groaned at her. “Okay, I get it. I feel so bad about it, Kate.”

Her cherry lips shaped into a puzzled frown. “Why?”

A deep sigh filled your ribcage - you had been hoping it would clear your head, but no luck.

“Because I desperately miss being able to be platonically intimate with him and it not being awkward. Before this, I was sleeping in his bed from time to time when I got too cold and we would cuddle.”

“Why can’t you go back to that?”

“Are you listening? I slept with him,” you groaned. “All I can think about is him on top of me now.”

She scoffed, her chipped nails tapping against her glass of diet Coke. “Imagine how he feels - Josh had real, honest to god feelings for you, I think. Like for a while.”

“You said that, but I don’t know. How do you know that he didn’t just want to sleep with me? Like not in a conscious way, but what if he just wanted affection? What then, Kate?”

She had one dark eyebrow raised at you as she sipped at her straw. “Because I know that’s not true.”

“How would you be able to know that? Because you see him sometimes at school-”

She cut you off with a confident smile. “I know because I talked to Jake about it.”

You almost blew past it - that is until you realized what she had said. The two of you shared a long, silent moment as you stared at each other.

“You’ve been talking to Jake?” you asked, trying to keep your tone even so she didn’t know how excited that made you.

“I have talked to him in the past, yes. He said that he already knew, but he was able to pry it out of Josh when he was drunk once.”

You stared at her. “Okay, there’s a lot to unpack here right now, I think we can both agree with that. But can we start with you and Jake?”

She huffed a disbelieving laugh as she set her hand on yours on the table comfortingly like she was trying to cushion the news. “Josh has some feelings for you - the real kind.”

In an effort to prolong the moment that it was time for you to speak again, you picked up a bite of your breakfast and popped it in your mouth. The moment always comes though, no matter how long you try to put it off.

“I can’t,” you said quietly, shaking your head in disappointment. Then when she prompted you with a confused look, you finished. “I can’t risk it. I mean, maybe there could be something there, but he’s my roommate. And my best friend - there’s no way I’d ever get lucky enough again to find someone I connected with like that if things went sour and I had to move out.”

She licked her lips absently. “My advice would be to think about it - for literally as long as you need to. I’m confident that you’ll figure out what you want.”

You nodded, not entirely convinced one way or another. “It’s hard because he’s so fucking cute,” you said in faux disgust.

“And sweet,” she added. “Don’t forget that.”

You shot her an accusatory look.

After a long pause, a smile found its way to your lips. “How cool would it be though if we were both dating one of them?”

She laughed, picking a syrup-covered strawberry off her plate and chewing it with care. “Not me, I can’t be tamed. Jake is really hot and everything, but I got shit to do, you know?”

You scoffed at her.

“I’m definitely keeping him in my contacts though,” she said with mischievous eyes.

+++

You didn’t directly see Josh for the rest of the weekend, though he left evidence of his presence scattered through the apartment. He had left his hair mousse out on the sink and the toothpaste cap off of its tube in the bathroom, some crumbs of a sandwich he packed for lunch in the kitchen, and a note on his bedroom door.

Can you please feed Penny a couple of flakes for dinner? If you have any time today, I’d appreciate it if you could spend some of it with her. See you sometime soon! - J

You plucked the paper off the door where it was barely hanging by a thin strip of green floral tape and smiled as you read it again.

His bedroom was dim, hid away from the sun by his closed blinds. The desk by his door was covered in books - textbooks, music books, books for his English lit class, and one you’d seen him reading for fun on more than one occasion. On the hardwood floor next to his bed was a stack of papers, and even though you knew you shouldn’t you crouched to peek through them.

They appeared to be rough drafts of plans for the play - nothing too exciting, but they were charmingly eccentric. He had done little doodles of his ideas for sets and props, even a whole sheet of costume ideas that caught your eye. You pulled it from the messy stack and folded it into your pocket.

Careful not to spill any water, you moved Penny in her globe to your bedside table, but as you stared at her through the glass you frowned.

You pulled your phone out and snapped a picture of her, trying to make sure you got an accurate portrayal of her size. She looked at you, sticking her lips out of the water in search of food. You remembered Josh’s warning about overfeeding her the first day you’d met him and it brought a genuine smile to your lips. You promised her you’d be back, holding your finger just above the water and letting her press her mouth to it.

On the ride over to Petsmart, you had called your mom, asking if it would be okay if you borrowed some cash, to which she agreed to after her usual line of questioning. When you pulled into the parking lot, you checked your bank account just to make sure it transferred okay, always nervous that you’d get to the register and your card would decline.

You spent longer than you should have reading articles online as you studied the tanks, all set up in rows for purchase. They weren’t as expensive as you’d expect a water-sealed glass box to be, and after you were confident you had picked the right one, you still had plenty left in your budget for the dressings.

You picked a couple of fun decorations - a fake log for her to hide in if she wanted to and one that looked like part of a broken Greecian statue. The part that took you the longest was picking out the healthiest-looking plants. You had read that goldfish often like to eat live plants, but you couldn’t bring yourself to buy fake ones - the plant lover in you knew it was a cardinal sin.

A very kind cashier agreed to help you carry your haul to your car, even helping you shift it all correctly so you could make it fit. You left him a secret tip, even though he denied at first, and thanked him profusely.

Getting the tank into the apartment was the hardest part. You realized just how lucky you were that you didn’t live above the first floor.

By the time you got the tank situated back on his dresser, your muscles - especially in your legs - were protesting, but you weren’t done yet. You grabbed an empty ice cream pail and started to fill the tank, one trip at a time until it was about 3/4’s full of water.

The decorations had to be shifted multiple times before you liked their position enough to start pouring in the gravel around them. A Youtube tutorial taught you exactly how much of each chemical to add and how to put together the filter, and then you left it to cycle as you returned to your room.

Perched on your bed, you pulled the sheet of costumes from your pocket and studied it. You pinned it to your corkboard. Undeniably, the cutest design he had come up with was for the door mouse - grey fabric, huge ears, and a rope tail.

The rest of the unfinished costumes were in a cardboard box by the side of your bed - you hadn’t moved it anywhere because you knew you’d be back at it before too long at any given time. You bent down off the side of your bed and rummaged through the different fabrics until you found the one you were looking for - a grey-blue faux suede deal. You were pretty sure you had enough to make it work.

You fished your phone out from where you had buried it under the covers when you shifted and called the one person that could help.

“Hello?” Kate mumbled, sounding like you’d just woken her up despite it being noon.

You giggled at her. “Hi, I’m playing my best friend card. I know you’ve helped so much, but can you please please come work on these costumes with me?”

She hummed and then went silent for a good, long moment. “Give me ten to wake up and get dressed.”

A beaming smile spread across your face. “Kate, I love you so much. I’m going to Venmo you money to get coffee and donuts, okay?”

“Hmm, I do like donuts.” She sounded pleased.

“Good! Bring Jake too.”

+++

The knock on your door came a half-hour later. You jumped from your bed, racing to let them in. Jake was dressed in the softest-looking flannel shirt you’d ever seen, a drink carrier in his hands that housed three drink cups.

“Okay, so there are three jobs that need to be done. Measuring and marking, cutting, and sewing. If we each take one of those jobs, I’m confident we can finish a couple of the costumes today. I’ll let you guys pick first,” you informed as you lead them into your room.

“I’ll take cutting,” Kate said, prompting Jake to reply that he’d like measuring.

You handed Jake the notebook of measurements with a grin. “Rachel,” you started with a sneer. “Did a lot of the calculations for us, thank god. All you have to do is measure out the fabric. The tricky part is making sure you do it in a way that will leave enough fabric for the rest of the costumes.”

“Not a problem,” Jake responded with a smirk. “And I think her name is just ‘Rachel’, not ‘Rachel’.”

Kate shot him a look on your behalf. “I think she was just making a referencing the fact that Rachel left your brother with a huge ass list of things to do completely alone, not that she was jealous.”

“Jealous of what?” you asked accusatorily, a scowl painted on your face.

Jake put both of his hands up in defense., but he didn’t appear apologetic in the slightest. Smugly, he said, “I’m just saying-”

Kate reached out and smacked his chest. “Jake, shut up. Okay, what one should we start on?”

“I’m going to have Jake start with this one.” You turned to the page in the notebook that showed the measurements for the door mouse, laying it out by him. “This is the main fabric. Kate, I have a lot of the Queen of Heart’s fabric measured and marked already, so I’ll have you start cutting that. There’s a lot of little pieces to that one.”

Kate looked at the six different fabrics you’d laid out for her, one eyebrow cocked at you. “Have you been getting any of your own homework done at all?”

Your cheeks flushed as you nervously rubbed at the back of your neck. “Let’s stay on track, shall we?” you replied, pretty much answering her question. “We’ve got one week until the production, and I know the costumes have to be done at least a day ahead of time.”

They both just stared at you in varying stages of disbelief.

“Don’t look at me like that. We can do this,” you assured, sounding a hell of a lot more confident than you actually were. “Now let’s get to work.”

+++

When Josh got home, you were nearly sleeping on the couch, the remains of your current project in your lap. You peeked at the clock.

10:54 pm.

“You’re home so late,” you whispered, for no particular reason.

“I know,” he agreed, wiping his hand over his face after he took his jacket off.

“Come sit with me a minute,” you requested, shifting so he would have space. He gave you a grateful smile, immediately crossing the room to do as he was told.

After a moment, he cautiously wrapped an arm around your shoulders. “Is this okay?” he asked quietly.

You gave him a smile. “Yeah, it’s perfect.”

You knew he must have been tired because he wasn’t talking a mile a minute like you were used to after not seeing him for long.

“Are you hungry?” you asked.

He hummed, sounding like he was close to passing out. “I am, but I can make myself something.”

You scoffed, “Absolutely not. You got get into bed and I’ll bring something to you in a second.”

He reluctantly got up off the couch and clambered into his room. You waited patiently for him to notice the surprise, grinning to yourself when you heard him gasp.

You listened as you made him a sandwich, and you couldn’t hear exactly what he was saying, but you knew he was talking to Penny just by the tone of his voice.

As you rounded the corner into his room, he turned and gave you a smile as bright as the sun.

“Did you do this, or did Fish Santa come early?” he asked, his finger pressed against the glass of the tank.

“Well, kind of both,” you responded through a laugh as you sat next to him on the bed and delivered his sandwich to his lap. “You can consider it your early Christmas present.”

He stared at you for a long beat, looking like he might cry. You knew you’d never be able to handle that, so you pulled him in for a hug, tightening your arms around him when he hugged you back.

“You’ve been working so hard,” you whispered. “I miss my best friend.”

He turned his face, pressing his nose into your cheek in a move that felt a step or two farther than friends.

“I’ve put everything I have into this,” he admitted, and you were too scared to ask if he meant the play or something else. You sat like that with him for a long moment before he pulled away, giving you a thankful smile.

“I’m sure you need time to decompress, so I’ll leave you be. Eat and then get some sleep, okay?” You stood and headed for the door, turning when he called your name.

“Thank you,” he said.

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golbrocklovely · 3 years

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as per request from a lovely anon...

here are more of colby’s tweets from 2018.

i don’t have proof that these are his tweets, but believe me, they are his.

if it’s bold and italicized, it’s someone’s tweet to him.

if it’s in (), that’s just me commenting lol

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April 2 - I wish you all knew how much you mean to me

April 5 - Sam just tried to prank me and it was so cute

April 6 - lemme love you like I’ll never see you again

April 7 - nothin better than bein w that someone who can talk deep under a starry night

April 9 - As I’ve gotten older it’s been harder for me to open up and be deep with new people. I feel like I’ve been changing every day

April 10 - I’m just a 21 year old kid from Kansas constantly trying to figure out who I am. Bare with me

April 13 - Happy birthday to my beautiful mother. still my favorite woman in the entire world

(omg this is so cute 🥺)

April 16 - When the time comes, I’ll be here

April 18 - no energy lately

April 19 - I could eat chipotle for lunch and tender greens for dinner every night for the rest of my life and die happy

April 21 - sitting in my backyard, looking up at the stars and listening to the faint sound of howling coyotes in the distance .. an eerie moment being alone

April 24 - every night is the same. Same feelings. Same game.

April 26 - Hi I’m colby and I never sleep

It’s ok I’ll just try harder

April 29 - hey @/ColbyBrock what are you doing (vid of him "dancing")

Best dance moves ever idk what you’re talking about

May 2 - Next week .. staying overnight in The Queen Marys most haunted room .. known as the top 10 scariest places in the USA. Wish me luck

(what a new beginning this started...)

May 3 - starting to feel what I thought I’d never be able to feel again

May 4 - At this point of my life , I think THE most important skill I’ve learned is how to live in the moment. How to completely forget about the past AND the future .. and focus solely on what’s happening right now. Life’s too fast. Slow it down as much as you can

May 5 - people are so mean on the internet

every day I feel so lucky. thank you for sticking w me and believing in a band kid from Kansas 💙🖤

I want you all to know that you mean something. Every single one of you has a purpose for being on this earth... Even if you disagree w me right now, just know that you mean so much, and you can change the world in any way you want

your soul is so important. you were put here for a reason. you exist on this planet for a reason. we need you.

May 8 - I will forever remember this date. Tonight has changed my life forever. I wish I could explain

May 13 - usually I’ll just keep it to myself

No matter what you do in life there’s always gunna be people who don’t see things the way you do. That’s why you gotta stay true to yourself and stop caring what others may think!

May 14 - she’s so perfect without even trying

May 18 - Music has always shaped the way I think about the world

May 20 - I strive to find those life experiences that change the way I perceive the world forever

May 21 - If you’re mine my attention is all yours, I could care less about impressing any other girl

Im such a protective, jealous person wow

(i shouldn't like these tweets as much as i do lmao)

“Call me the tin man cause I ain’t gotta heart” -rap lyrics by Colby

May 22 - If I care for u I’d fight for u

May 23 - Everywhere I go people say I look 14 years old. It’s great

May 24 - A deep conversation with close friends is what balances my mental state. So thankful to know people who can open my mind to new concepts and ideas

May 26 - I love thunder thats so loud it shakes the world

Baby you ain’t a meal you lookin like a whole damn buffet

I regret tweeting this immediately

May 27 - Sad dog videos are the only things that can make me cry

May 28 - ... so I’m going on tour. Words can’t describe how excited I am to meet so many of you .. I hope you can come hangout

May 30 - You ever be watching Snapchat stories and halfway through finishing realize “I don’t even care about these people” Cause same.

if you think you’re weird , be proud of yourself

June 1 - a night to remember

(fun fact, this is the beginning of him writing everything in lower case. RIP upper case colby lol)

June 6 - it’s 5am and i can’t sleep. just wanted to say that you all mean so much to me. i know i say it a lot, and i do it for a reason.. so you never forget. so blessed to have you in my life. thank you

there’s a lot of people who are fake out there.. especially on social media. i hope i seem very genuine to you guys. i try to keep it as real as i possibly can. what’s the point of faking anything, if it means you’re not who you truly are?

last thing. how crazy is it that we all are a part of each other’s life through social media platforms? think about it... all of us are strangers that have been brought together for a specific reason.. such a beautiful thing. goodnight

“i can’t wait to escape with you”

June 8 - well Colb.You definitely don't know how much u mean to us cus you barely get time to reach most,who are die hard fans.We luv ya

awh i wish i could talk to every single one of you. love you

I gotta know Colby how did you get the nickname Colby? I need to know it’s gunna bug me till I find out

my mom hahah she’s always called me it since i was born.

@/ColbyBrock why are you awake at 4:20 in the morning?

#nightowl

@/ColbyBrock YOURE SO ACTIVE RN ITS KILLinG mE

@/mysteryknj i like being active late at night :)

June 9 - don’t you hate it when you constantly have to tell your mom it’s not a phase ?

June 12 - keep running into fans at abandoned places. love you guys BUT IT SCARES THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF US

June 14 - if it’s too easy i don’t want it

always have the deepest conversations on long car rides

June 17 - i’m most creative/inspired when i’m traveling

i get stuck listening to the same song over and over and over again... and it’s you

a taco bell worker said she wants to come home with jake and i.. i just wanted a burrito

hard on myself

June 24 - i wanna make dumb decisions while i’m young

i want piercings and tattoos. this year i’m doing what i want. sorry mom in advance

June 26 - you are worth it.

June 28 - Colby Watch out we see your Emo side

@/JohnnieGuilbert i can’t hide it anymore

#colby brock #cb tweets #personal #text

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