#i like to imagine sasha would spend time here

[sunaluv]

A cute prompt! The moment they realized they want to spend the rest of their lives with you 🥺🥺 (Also hi hello new follower here i love ur works!!!! Hope ur having an awesome day stay safe and stay hydrated 🫶🫶🫶)

i got you

feat: ran, eren, shigaraki(🥹), gojo

RAN

ill be honest, it was probably during an argument.

he was absolutely smitten with you. that was probably why you too rarely fought. also, the two of you were too unbothered to draw out fights long.

so when it hit the 2-day mark and he hadn't seen or heard from you since you stormed out of the house, he became worried.

he had a lot of enemies and you knew that too. his mind kept him up at night if he didn't spend it combing the streets of japan looking for you.

the rest of bonten saw it too. he became more snappy with his colleagues (they had to calm mikey down before they fought fr), he went crazy and fired his secretary for some reason, mans was spiralling out of control.

his brother hated seeing him like this, so he helped look for you, contacting all your friends and family on your whereabouts.

eventually they found you, hiding in your friends' house (she's a real one and told them she didn't know where you were when they asked).

ran was an emotional wreck. over a girlllll.

honestly, rindou was shaking his head, but he knew his brother was in deep.

you talked things out and smoothed it over, and although you were a little pissy with him, you allowed him to hold you in his embrace, whispering gently apologies in between kisses to your hairline.

when you finally fell asleep in his arms, ran didn't want to let you go or sleep. he felt like you might disappear if he takes his eyes off you for a second.

that when it hit him how deeply in love he was with you, and he (along with everyone in the bonten building) realised you really do keep him sane and he can't imagine a life without you.

he promised that, if you stuck around long enough, he'll make sure you stay with him forever <3

EREN

best friends to lovers trope woop woop

okay so he realised this way before you two got together.

so one day, there was a big falling out in your friend group which caused a massive divide.

you, mikasa, sasha, and the eldia boys (reiner, bert) were all on one side. and eren, armin, jean connie and such were on the other side. yall were a big friend group too so the news travelled fast that you divided.

you and eren weren't the causation, but people had to pick sides which meant you were split up.

the divide couldn't have come at a worse time too because you were in that stage where you knew you had feelings for each other and were flirting and dancing around the fact that you wanted to be together.

now you couldn't be seen together by your friends unless you wanted to cause more drama (giving romeo and juliet).

he still had a strong desire to see you, so he often snuck around with you in the evening/night time, and it honestly was kinda romantic, though you wished you could hang out in the day too.

he took you out on 'dates' (referred to as 'friendly outings' bc feelings are complicated) and he drew them out as long as possible because he hated it when it was time to say goodbye. every time you left, he would count down the hours before he could see you again.

absence really does make the heart grow fonder because he had to control himself from gravitating towards you during the day and it hurt the both of you.

it was one random night where he couldn't fall asleep. he was just staring at the ceiling, replaying your whole date in his head and he didn't realise he started smiling a little.

with his head buried in the pillow, he sighed wanting nothing more than to be with you forever.

SHIGARAKI

you were the first and probably the only girl to show interest in him and honestly, the minute you did, he thought yall were locked in for life.

he thought relationships were purely meant to be transactional, so when he finally understood that you just wanted to be there for him because you truly cared and loved for him? he thought he was sick by the way his heart squeezed.

it took him a while to adjust, and you gave him all the time and space he needed because the last thing you wanted was for him to be overwhelmed.

he slowly became more comfortable with you helping him with things, once he learnt he didn't have to do everything solo whilst he was around.

he was changing for the better (not too much tho), he notices how much healthier he looked now that he was getting three proper meals a day, his skin felt hydrated and the desire to itch his skin off drastically lessened.

he felt like it was too good to be true and became paranoid that something bad was gonna happen like the heroes taking you away, or AFO manipulating you, like he did to him.

kurogiri felt proud of his young master for recalling the 'gentlemanly advice' he gave him as he watched the two of you converse on the loveseat in the quiet bar.

his league was empty, the bar was old and not bringing in enough money and he had a whole lot on his plate which was enough to make him hate everything.

but with you around, he could learn to hate things a little less <3

GOJO

manga spoilers

mans busted out the box and was craving your touch instantly!

the last conversation you had before he got sealed was him telling you he'll be back later, pecking your pout away before leaving.

little did you know you wouldn't see gojo for another 19 days.

he didn't have a lot of time before he had to go and fight sukuna, so he wanted to talk to you while his time was still guaranteed.

the reunition was hella emotional, he squeezed you so tight and let your tears soak his shirt.

he pulled your face back to meet his gaze, and you were surprised to see tears welling up in his eyes, but that was the least of your problems. you noticed him trying to get his words out and you were patient as he seemed to be finding the right words to say.

after lots of out of character stuttering, he blurted out "marry me."

you were shocked and he was scared he crossed the line when you went silent for a minute, but you very emotionally said yes on your apartment floor in your baggy sweats and t-shirt belonging to your now-fiancee.

although it was just under 3 weeks he was gone, it felt like an eternity without you, so he vowed that when he got out of the box, he was going to make sure you know he will always come back for you.

[firefly--bright]

punctured tires and sunsets.

jean kirstein x reader, modern a.u. , roadtrip headcanons!

requested by ; @jeanscremebrulee

a/n ; this kinda just turned into an unofficial fic :') i LOVED writing it tho!! thank you so much for the request :D also! there's alot of mentions of jeans music taste in this fic so here's a playlist I made with songs I think he listens to :) I know it's too late to say this but happy jean bday day to you guys <3 he's so find I won't him so bad

warnings ; none!

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• obnoxious packer. he has ALL the snacks because he has always been used to packing alot of snacks because of...reasons (ahem, sasha) but he also packs alot in general. not in an anxious way, he just likes the volume, it makes him feel like he has everything he needs (he doesn't). he has the most useless shit in there but would 100% forget to pack his underwear.

• best believe he has a really amazing playlist lined up. he asked you to join a collab one a couple days before the trip just so you two could have premium music playing on the day of :)

• I have this headcanon/trope that none of his plans ever go right for him...like he plans stuff to the t but they always end up going awry from the midway mark and this is no exception. the plan was to reach his mother's houss by dinner time, so that the two of you + his mom could unwind with a glass of wine before going to bed after a hearty dinner that jean was sure she was planning to make for you both. while on the way to her place though, there's a really pretty beach that jean has been wanting to show you ever since the beginning, so the two of you would make a pitstop just around sunset time so that the weather wouldn't be too hot and you'd get to see the pretty sky with him, you'd spend a bit of time there, and after the sun sets, you'd resume driving. his mom's house wasn't that far from there, thankfully, so it would've taken an hour or less to reach.

• things actually are surprisingly going according to plan!! until the tire punctures and you two have to wait for help to arrive. thankfully it's only noon at this point, and jean thinks you'll still be able to make it to the beach and see the sunset after getting help. and you're also helping him maintain his cool by telling him that it's not as if you're on a time sensitive mission or anything; you two can take your time since you're just going to meet his mom for the long weekend

• it does help him quite a bit!! the road is extremely empty since it's not one that's taken often, people usually take the highway too much resulting in traffic, but this road is direct and jean discovered it his first year of college

• so you wait :) everytime jean calls the mechanic, he tells him there's been a "delay", and someone will be there shortly. meanwhile, you two share the sandwiches you had packed and decide to spend the time talking and playing some music. the sandwiches are balanced on the front of his car over a picnic blanket, along with some redbull and your prefered drink that he had packed for the way.

• he has a mouthful of sandwich when you're telling him a funny story about your childhood friends, and he chokes on the sandwich as he tries to not laugh. you have to pat his back in between laughs of your own so that he doesn't inhale the food and die.

• the playlist plays on a loop, the weather is surprisingly not too hot, with the occasional wind blowing in your face reminding you that nature isnt that cruel. the two of you add more songs and you have to surpress a smirk when you add like,,, 2000's pop songs. lady gaga, taylor Swift's older songs, Katy Perry, imagine dragons, all that

• jean, on the other hand, adds songs that he wants to slow dance with you to. everytime he tries to be romantic at home and pull you in for a dance, you two are reminded how cramped the room is, and you have to try not to step on his feet. the last time the two of you tried to dance together in your living room, he ended up stubbing his toe and falling on you because of it :') and then he tried to brush it off by saying that that was his plan from the beginning, and it resulted to a week's worth of teasing from you everytime he tried to walk near the same table

• so now that you have all of this empty space, he adds cute cheesy songs with the intention of pulling you in, disregarding your complaints of you not knowing how to dance.

• it's a nice mix of songs that make you want to twerk and/or reminisce the times the songs you added were popular, and slow dancing with giggles in between. both of you get to do what you want in the end, the playlist being put on shuffle.

• jean and you scream sing hot n cold by Katy Perry, shouting in eachother's faces as if you're an old married couple bickering, acting out the music video in some bits. and then after the song finishes, the next song just so happens to be more than a woman by the bee gees (ofcourse)

• let me set the scene : the two of you are holding your drinks in your hand, taking a sip after singing the song to eachother, laughing, he takes a sip of his redbull that he has to stop himself from wincing because of it being warm and not chilled. and then more than a woman comes on, and his eyes light up mid-sip as he turns to face you almost immediately. you do the same, you brows shooting up and a knowing look on your face.

• "you know the rules,* he says, placing the redbull on the car, taking your hand in his and pulling you in softly. "of I step on your toe, it-" " you won't. spin," he says, pulling apart from you a little so you had the space to do it. he tells you about how his mother used to play this song every Sunday while making pancakes for him on slow mornings, and she'd make a passing comment about how she'd have loved to dance to the song on her wedding day if she had the chance. jean told you that he had made a mental promise that he would dance with his future partner on his wedding day to the song, and it only added to his love for the song.

• you had to refrain yourself from kissing him senseless after he told you about it, instead opting for a hum with a wide and soft smile, resting your forehead on the crook of his shoulder.

• ANYWAY, the two of your spend the time like that, dancing and talking while the music plays in the background. the hours pass by fairly easily, munching on the snacks you had packed

• jean does get a little ansty near the 6 o clock mark. not only had the mechanic promised to be here by now, the time to reach the beach was running out :( he'd already called his mom and told her that they probably wouldnt make it in time for dinner, so somewhere deep down he kinda knew that you two wouldn't be able to catch the sunset anyway.

• noticing his disappointment, you spoke up after he called his mother. she understood, of course, told him it was fine and she'd wait up for you two anyway, with the same meal she had planned.

• "we still have the blankets we packed for the picnic. and the pillows, too." you say. jean sighs, rubbing a hand over his face. "i know, I'm sorry, we had to pack that for no reas-" "no, I mean, we can pop open the trunk and set it up. the sun is going to set on this side," you say, pointing your thumb out, taking a step towards him and taking a hold of his hand, rubbing circles on the back of his palm. "we can still watch the sunset. i know its not what you wanted to show me, but it's alright, I don't mind. i got to spend time with you, anyway, and besides, we can try to catch it while coming back home." you tell him.

• his shoulder relax and his eyes soften immediately, pecking your lips and agreeing with you. and so it's settled; you two open the trunk and set up the blanket and pillows so you could sit comfortably, your phone playing the songs still, albeit softly. you pop open another energy drink for him and then one for yourself, he stretches his limbs before settling in with you.

• it's beautiful. the sun sets with your head on his shoulder and his pride is too inflated to admit that this was far prettier than watching the same scene at the beach, although he knows it's mostly because of you being there with him. he occasionally lays kisses on the crown of your head with you humming along to the songs.

• the mechanic arrives just as it starts getting dark, before too much panic settling in the both of you about the lack of light. he replaces the tire, jean pays (obviously he does), and you two continue driving. thankfully, it's not that bad, and despite the caffeine in your body, you doze home with the blanket wrapped around your shoulders and your knees pulled up to your chest.

• jean glances at you from time to time, and everytime a song he knows you'd like comes on, he gently kisses the back of your hand :)

• you two reach far later than expected, he has to wake you up softly, greeting you with a kiss. he doesn't let you touch any of the luggage, preferring to haul the bag himself. not that it's hard for him. after eating the meal his mother made, he promptly falls asleep on the couch as you and his mom talk with the promised glass of wine on the floor.

(his mother leaves to get the bottle for a refill, coming back to your eyes closed, your back against the couch, your face turned towards jean. she obviously takes a picture to put in her photo album.)

[djarinova]

I don't wanna touch you (I don't wanna be) / Just another ex-love (you don't wanna see) / I don't wanna miss you (I don't wanna miss you) / Like the other girls do

eren jaeger x reader content - alcohol consumption, hangover mention, new relationship, friends to lovers, new relationship anxiety, gn but Eren has had ex-girlfriends, comfort words - 1.5k reputation event masterlist

You press the shot glass to your lips, shivering slightly, the cool glass sending goosebumps down your neck. You swallow with a shudder. Vodka. Your eyes narrow, scanning across all the faces surrounding the table of alcohol in front of you—Mikasa, Armin, Reiner, Jean, Marco, Sasha, Connie and Eren.

“Eren, that was your idea wasn't it?” You ask, but you know you're right. Everyone knows that you practically swore off all vodka shots after your last disastrous, horrendously terrible hangover, but only Eren would be cruel enough to suggest giving you one despite knowing this.

The group burst out laughing, solidifying your guess as correct. Eren has an oddly sheepish look on his face, but you know he doesn't regret his choice.

“It was flavoured!” He laughs. “You love raspberries!”

You roll your eyes, and as the group disperses—your go being the last in this round of truth or dare—you move towards where Eren is standing, giving him a light shove as he watches you with a gleam in his eyes.

“How come you didn't want to answer your truth? I thought it was a fair question.” He brings his cup up to his lips, and the smell of rum and coke wafts into your face.

He looks good tonight, oddly put together and well dressed for the occasion—a party at Connie and Jean’s place. He even texted you, about 3 hours before the party started, to ask you what you were planning on wearing. You'd told him something blue, probably a navy, and here he is, wearing a navy hoodie with a pair of black jeans.

“You know damn well why Eren, it's too soon. It's bad enough Mikasa caught us making out at her party last month, I don't want everybody asking questions about our relationship yet, we've barely adjusted to being more than friends.” Eren turns towards the table. “I can't imagine getting the third degree from Sasha every time I come back from spending a night with you. I don't want to answer all the questions people have when you go from friends to more. I just want us to remain in our little bubble for a while longer, before we start talking about us with the group.”

Eren turns back to face you as you finish your mini rant, and presses a shot glass into your free hand. It's pink again. Raspberry. You wordlessly accept it, and clink the glass against the one Eren holds in his hand—his is clear, likely the unflavoured version of what you're drinking.

“Cheers!” You both say, and you grimace as you swallow your second shot of the evening. Somehow it tastes even worse than the first one, and your face contorts in discomfort as the liquid runs down your throat.

You watch as Eren takes the glass from your hand, and he places both shot glasses—now empty—down behind him without looking away from you. Something stirs in your stomach, a familiar rise of want, and you try to squash it before it can take a hold of you—the last thing you need is to sneak off to some dark corner of the house and get caught making out, again.

“I'm sorry about the question.” Eren's face is flushed, whether from the alcohol or something else you're not sure, but there's a slightly guilty tone in his voice that makes you feel embarrassed for how you reacted.

“It's okay, really, I didn't mean to go so hard in that rant. Of course it's nice that people care about us, and our relationship. I just don't want to share those moments yet, those firsts, and the story of how we finally got together. I want to keep those things to myself, for us, a little while longer. You know?”

Eren nods, and silently grabs your hand, leading you towards the edge of the room, further from the music and the shouting coming from the latest round of cards against humanity—Connie's losing.

Eren brings a hand up to cup your cheek. “We're okay you know. It doesn't matter what the others think, the teasing from Jean and Connie, it's basically irrelevant. And you know they don't mean any harm by it.”

You let out a small huff, a half laugh, and Eren swipes his thumb across your cheekbone, catching a tear that you hadn't even realised you'd shed.

“It's the alcohol, I'm fine.” You say, mostly to persuade yourself. The tears surprised you, and you didn't want to make it worse by acknowledging it—the anxiety of a new relationship, the fear of ruining your friendship with Eren, the worry of making the friend group uncomfortable.

“I know you're fine.” You let out a surprised spluttery laugh as Eren wiggles his eyebrows. “But it's okay if you aren't fine. You can tell me, even if it's something silly.”

You take a breath, suddenly feeling like saying anything would be enough to cause your chest to crack wide open. Your palms are sweaty, the room is practically spinning, and your lip quivers. But your thoughts have been sat, festering in your mind for long enough, their weight pressing down on your chest. You need to set them free before they burst out of you of their own accord.

“I don't wanna touch you, in front of our friends, family, in private, whenever, if there's any possibility that this isn't going to last—that this isn't going to be serious. I'm terrified of our friendship being lost. What happens if we don't make it and then we can't be friends again?” You pause, and take a deep breath. Eren's eyes are locked onto yours, and he nods almost imperceptibly to encourage you to continue. “I don't wanna be just another one of your ex-loves that you don't wanna see. I don't wanna miss you like the other girls do. I want us to last, I love being with you and I don't want to lose that.”

Eren wordlessly brings you into his arms, securing you against his chest. One of his hands rests on the back of your head, and you can feel him gently running his thumb back and forth to help sooth you.

It's a while before Eren speaks, he weighs the options in his head, trying to decide how to phrase what he wants to say. He'd be lying to himself if he said he hadn't had similar thoughts—ruining your friendship was not something he ever wanted to do—but he wants this. He wants you.

“I know how you feel.” You angle your head upwards to get a better look at Eren, his arms sit loosely around your waist now. “And although I’m also terrified of losing you, I don't think I want to stop dating you because of it. I'd never want that. I love that I get to see you tonight, laughing and joking with all of our friends, taking shots and dancing with Mikasa and Sasha, knowing that I get to go home with you. That at the end of the night I'm the one that you're going to be kissing. Me.” He says the last word in a whisper, almost as if he can't believe what he's saying. “You are not like anyone else I've ever dated, everything with you is different. It's more special, and I am going to do everything I can to keep you next to me for as long as possible. Does that sound good?”

You nod, and you're about to speak when Reiner runs up to you, seemingly out of breath despite only coming from the other side of the room.

“You guys good?” He doesn't wait for a response. “It's Eren’s turn in card against humanity and Connie is getting fidgety waiting—he's a terrible loser—will you be over soon?”

Eren turns to look at you, and you smile, nodding again.

“We are on our way.” Eren says, standing up straight and giving a mock salute as if this was the most urgent situation that requires the utmost seriousness.

Reiner heads back towards the table, and Eren moves to grab your hand once again. You hold him back from following Reiner, just for a second, and place your hands behind his head. You bring his lips down to meet yours, smiling ever so slightly into the kiss. He snakes his arms around your waist, and you're unable to stop yourself from giving the hair at the back of his neck a small tug. A low groan escapes his lips, but you pull away before anything more heated can happen—you know people must be watching, and you feel your cheeks heat up at the thought. But you couldn't resist.

“You're pretty cool, you know that?” You say, as you walk towards the table.

Eren smirks. “I know, but you can remind me anytime.” You roll your eyes, giving him a small shove as he pulls out a chair for you to sit on.

The two of you sit next to each other at the table, knees touching, as Connie tries round after round to play the best cards he has, desperate to win the game. (He doesn't win though, Mikasa does.)

[bullet-prooflove]

"And I told everybody I was fine for a whole damn year" with Scola, please? Obviously make it 2 years

Tagging: @kmc1989 @trublu2u @district447 @stelacole @abby-splace

Companion piece:

This Ain't Goodbye - Stuart and you make the decision to divorce due to the revelation about his son.

Every Inch Of You (NSFW) - You and Stuart spend the night together after two years apart.

Escapee - You and Stuart are reunited when a face from your past escapes from prison.

It’s past midnight and you’re sitting inside a safe house, deep in the suburbs staring at the Sylvester Stallone’s frozen features on the TV in front of you because you are positive you can hear someone tip toeing in the hallway outside your assigned bedroom.

It’s a second later you hear Stuart’s light rap on the door. It opens to reveal the man himself standing there in a navy blue t-shirt and plaid pyjama bottoms. You remember the nights where he wore nothing but black Calvin Klein boxers that clung to him in a way that was almost unholy.

Having a son has changed your ex-husband in ways you never could have imagined. After watching his interactions with Jack you can see he’s softer these days, more patient. There’s a joy in him that you know you never could have given him, even if you had stayed together and Jack hadn’t come along.

You expected it to hurt more, being around the two of them but instead of pain you’re plagued by a sense of wistfulness. You made the right decision by leaving. Your guilt and your bitterness over your condition wouldn’t have created a healthy environment for Jack to step into and he needed support at the time, he needed love and stability. You would have only brought turbulence.

“Can’t sleep?” You ask Stuart and he shakes his head as he leans in the doorway, unwillingly to cross some unseen boundary. Even now he’s thinking of you, of the stress this situation must be causing you. “Wanna watch Tulsa King with me?”

“Is it as bad as it sounds?” He asks as he steps over the threshold, watching as you shift the pillows against the headboard for him.

“It’s pretty fun.” You tell him, resetting the series to the first episode.

“Under the sheets?” He questions, gesturing at the quilt. “Or over?”

You know what he’s really asking.

Do you want me close? Or do you need space?

“I don’t mind.” You tell him honestly.

He climbs under the sheets with you, his shoulder bumping against yours and you’re taken back to last night, the two of you tangled up in one another in a hotel room before he’d received that phone call telling him he needed to leave. You know he must be thinking about it too from the way he unconsciously plays with his ring finger.

“It doesn’t hurt-” You find yourself saying into the space between you. “-seeing you with Jack. I thought it would but it doesn’t.”

“I worried.” He admits, tilting his head so he can study your features. “About what it would do to you being cooped up like this with us. I half expected to find you climbing out the window because you couldn’t take it anymore.”

You laugh then because it’s certainly something you would have considered in the past.

“The old Sasha definitely would have.” You tell him the edges of your mouth tipping up into a smile. “But this Sasha, the one that’s had time and therapy to deal with her issues, not so much. Besides I’m getting too old to shimmy down drainpipes.”

It’s his turn to laugh and you’ve forgotten just how much you love that sound.

“Did it help?” He asks you, rolling into his side and you mirror his posture so the two of you are face to face. “Taking some space, getting some distance?”

“It did.” You tell him as you prop you head up on the pillow. “I wasn’t as focused on the problem, I could look at it objectively in a way I couldn’t when I was here in New York.”

Stuart nods his head in understanding, before he reaches out and tucks an errant strand of hair back behind your ear.

“I’ve told everyone that I was fine for the past two years.” He tells you, his thumb tracing over the blush of your cheek. “And then you walked back into my life and I realised I wasn’t, not really. I was just existing but I wasn’t actually living. I was just being what he needed because I had to be, my life became about him because the rest of it… it’s empty.”

You understand exactly what he means. You’ve enjoyed every single one of your new experiences over the past few years but there’s still this void inside of you, this space that can only be filled by the man who lies across from you.

“I’m back in New York now.” You tell him, your lips brushing over his pulse point as you clasp his palm to your cheek. “They offered me a position setting up a training hub here in the city so maybe we could try again, see where that leads us.”

He smiles then and the expression on his handsome features, it just lights up your entire world even after all these years.

“Oh Sasha.” He whispers as he leans in close, his lips brushing over yours. “That’s the best news I’ve heard all day.”

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[marvelmusing]

Keep Your Judgement is another masterpiece in the making, and it’s helping me immensely with the stages of my grief 🥲

This tho, I saw and thought…. What if years after marriage, IAL Aleksander has had many conversations about the Reader’s world, including what men of that world wore. For an anniversary, he has Fabrikators create what he understood to be the approximation of said fashion and, voila… i mean, he meant well and all 😅☺️

I’m so in love with every piece of bts content we get, seeing the actors just chilling or messing around while in costume is one of my favourite things

anyways, here’s a little something for you...

New Wardrobe

Featuring IAL!Aleksander x Reader

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For a solid five seconds you stare at your husband, not quite comprehending what you are seeing. Whatever words had been half out of your mouth are now forgotten as you stand at the threshold of the former war room after wandering through your bedroom in search of him.

Once your body settles on a reaction, you find yourself pressing your palm to your mouth to stifle your laughter.

“Are- are those sunglasses?” you ask.

Aleksander turns to look at you from where he’s seated at his desk, a pair of shaded glasses perched on his nose as he flashes you a wide smile. At that, you can’t help but turn away to laugh.

With every day you spend living in Ravka, everything here becomes more and more real to you. What was once fantasy is now your normality. But seeing the Darkling wearing sunglasses - indoors - is too amusing and absurd for you to remember that he is also your husband.

A hand against the door frame steadies your folded body as you bend over with your laughter. Every time you push back the amusement, you turn to look at Aleksander, only to continue laughing.

Only when you see him pouting, pushing his chair back to leave, do you manage to somewhat stop yourself.

“No Sasha, love, I’m sorry. I’m not laughing at you,” you tell him. Moving quickly towards him, you wrap your arms around his middle as you press your forehead against his back. “I promise. You just surprised me, that’s all.”

“Surprised you?” he repeats drily.

“I wasn’t expecting it.” After a small pause, you ask tentatively, “Why are you wearing them inside?”

“I heard you coming and just wanted to show you them.”

“What if I was actually Ivan?” you ask teasingly, imagining the heartrenders face attempting to remain neutral at the sight of Aleksander wearing sunglasses - a previously unheard of accessory in Ravka.

“Ivan would knock on the door, not walk through our bedroom.”

Aleksander pulls the glasses away from his eyes as he turns to face you, finding a fond expression on your face though the amusement still sparkles in your eyes as he places them down on his desk.

Then your gaze falls down to the rest of his outfit. He’s wearing his summer kefta, a lighter fabric than the thick wool of its winter counterpart, and his thin black tunic. The cut of the neckline for both of these articles of clothing is quite low cut, something you particularly enjoy.

But today you spot something underneath, black fabric with a rounded neckline, almost like a t-shirt. Frowning, you look at the rest of him.

“Are you wearing sweatpants?”

He looks away almost sheepishly, brows pulling together slightly in resignation, as if he knows his answer will give you even more entertainment than the sunglasses.

“Perhaps.”

Instead of laughing, you suppress the twitch at the corner of your mouth and slowly slide your hands under the lapels of his kefta, slipping it from his shoulders. He tilts his head aside, watching you as his kefta is draped over the back of his chair by your careful hands.

Unclasping the hidden hooks of his tunic, you reveal the full ensemble he has created. Black t-shirt and black sweatpants. The smile on your face widens, which makes Aleksander sigh as he narrows his eyes at you in warning.

“Still surprised?” he teases, but a pretty pink is dusting its way over his cheekbones.

Seeing Aleksander wearing clothing that had once been so ordinary for you, instead of ornate keftas of silk and wool, sends a thrill through you.

He looks just as handsome as ever and you can’t stop yourself from imagining him in your old world, a charming stranger that you run into one sunny day in a park. Perhaps that’s how you meet in some other reality.

Standing on tiptoe, you place the sunglasses back on his face, smile softening as you press a kiss to his cheek.

“Very surprised.”

-

[terezipyropescrocs]

saw the barbie movie and am finally free to be a Hater on main without being accused of criticizing something without having watched it- anyway here is a non-exhaustive list of my Thoughts

this movie could have been nothing but fun dance numbers :(

i will say.........i like the costumes and barbieland set design. comparatively the way the real world is shot is so drab and visually uninteresting imo which. i don't feel is great given how much time we spend in it and that barbie ends up living there

the fact that barbies are supposedly affected by the people playing with them but they all act like..... That. just how shallow do they think kids imaginations are? why is there only one "weird" barbie???

admittedly i've never been to LA so maybe i'm completely off-base here but am i expected to believe that ken is automatically respected and admired (but not ogled! with no undertones of violence!) just for existing while my man is constantly dressed like he walked straight from a pride parade

on that note there was a lot of queer subtext/references but it was all very... wink wink nudge nudge in a way that honestly felt a little, idk, uncomfortable to me? but nothing overtly inclusive or even that subversive really

like with the construction workers scene i honestly can't tell if this was meant to be a trans positive moment or just a joke about them being dolls but if so it's like. you have these sexist catcallers but they support trans identities...? literally just as incoherent as everything else going on in this movie

why is barbie simply allowed to walk right into a school cafeteria

gloria and her daughter's relationship and the conflict between them was... very ill defined aside from the apparently all consuming and ever present suffocation of Womanhood™ like wtf is with sasha's line about hating women being the one thing everyone agrees on???? it's the kind of pseudo-pithy cynicism-laced quote that i would expect from a bitter 50s housewife or aging hollywood star, not a teenage girl who, idk, overuses buzzwords?

actually come to think of it pretty much all the female relationships in this movie are very surface-level and hinge almost exclusively on their shared gender identity and not much else!

the fact that all of the barbies were brainwashed to the point where they couldn't even remember their own achievements from ken mansplaining the patriarchy to them.......... and the fact that this is """explained""" with a fucked up and insensitive smallpox joke......... i am mad enough to spit tacks actually

pretty much the only thing i could think of during gloria's big feminist speech and subsequent appeals to the brainwashed barbies is that nothing she's saying actually applies to any of the dolls' experiences "You have to be their mommies but not remind them of their mommy." they don't have parents gloria

the use of push by matchbox twenty in the context of the movie sure is a Choice, seeing as the singer based it off a relationship where he was being emotionally abused by his girlfriend but had the lyrics widely misinterpreted as misogynistic.... anyway.

the way that all of the kens (and even allan) resort to violence and all of the barbies defeat them using manipulation and ~feminine wiles~.. thanks i hate it

i did like how the kens seemed to overcome their differences through singing and holding hands. also fellas is it toxic masculinity to want your girlfriend To see the man behind the tan / And fight for me?

confused by ken's "kenough" revelation from talking to barbie because he.... literally just sang all of that? I’m just Ken / And I’m enough / And I’m great at doing stuff / So, hey, check me out / Yeah, I’m just Ken is that all supposed to be just bravado? it's the same message but he needed barbie to articulate it to him for it to sink in. hm.

feel like barbie's motives for wanting to live in the real world could have been explored better because tbh... the pitch wasn't great!

like her arc is genuinely: experience insecurity for the first time ever because someone else was projecting it onto her > get over said insecurity (that till this point she had never struggled with) because that same person made a speech > gynecologist

not that gloria, the woc who all of barbie's issues represent and originated from gets any kind of satisfying resolution of her own other than pitching "everyday barbie"

the fact that barbie gaining an expanded range of emotions, many of which are negative, indicates that she is no longer a barbie and has to live in the real world to be fufilled- even though all of the insecurities barbie gained from entering a world that doesn't value her and not having a specific career, ken already HAD. men are automatically more human by default ig!!!

people saying that whole point of the ending is that barbieland is a mirror to the real world and the kens will only gain equality when women do as if it's not explicitly stated that the kens have LESS power and influence then women under the patriarchy... but that's fine because the barbies are nicer then men in the real world and kens have to earn their rights because we don't want to reward bad behavior and they need to prove their competence first /s

saw some other butches mention this but the fact that sasha dresses increasingly feminine to represent her character growth and overcoming internalized misogyny is an unfortunate trope

there was absolutely nothing that made me go "oh!!!" as a fan of the animated barbie movies + life in the dreamhouse, or someone who has the most basic understanding of barbie lore (they have one version of midge, skipper, and allan, but no chelsea, teresa, nikki, RAQUELLE, etc.?)

"stereotypical barbie" Her Name Is Barbara Millicent Roberts

[stinkysam]

Reiner Braun - Meeting you

Warning : after season 4

Genre : fluff

Synopsis : you meet Reiner's family + you're from Paradis Island

Reader : male (you/he)

Gabi is the first one you met along with Reiner's other cousin.

She's very curious and excited about you and can't stop asking questions to you and Reiner.

"Reiner, does he live here ? Do you live here ? How did you meet my cousin ?"

"Calm down, Gabi, one question at a time."

"But Reiner, as your adored cousin I have to know such things !"

You could only laugh at her curiosity. His other cousin was just the same if not more discreet. Listening to you intently each time you answered Gabi's questions.

When she learns you come from Paradis she feels instantly guilty. She used to hate you without knowing you and she killed one of your friends. She immediately shuts down. She isn't sure if she has to apologize or not, if you hate her. She would understand if you did.

She still tries to act excited and curious but it sounds suddenly more awkward and forced.

It doesn't take long for Reiner to know what's happening but you were faster than him, reassuring her. You were mad at her and hated her for what she did at first but those feelings changed as her views on the people of Paradis changed. You understood even if you were still hurt by her actions, Sasha's death still being a hard to swallow pill.

You've decided to start anew and to try to get to know Gabi. She didn't know how to respond to that but she felt grateful yet still guilty.

Reiner was a bit stressed when you met his mom. He told you about her but he couldn't help but wonder how she would react to you.

She was happy when she met you but a bit surprised as Reiner never mentioned you. He didn't know how to, so he never did.

When she learns you're from Paradis she's even more distraught. Not because she's mad you're from there but because she's surprised you don't hate her son for destroying the walls of your island. After all the time you spent together she can only imagine the pain it was to learn he is the armored titan that destroyed so many lives.

Like Gabi she also feels guilty. She used to hate you without even questioning if it was right and kept pushing that mindset, like the others, on her son. But she doesn't let it show. She still apologized to you, though, feeling like it had to be said.

When Reiner came home after spending years on Paradis Island, she knew something was wrong, and the rare time he spoke about the "devils" of that island she could feel like he was lying. She never knew what was the truth until after the end of the rumbling.

She's still glad to meet you, though and is happy to know her son is well and happy too with you.

She got another chance to rebond with her son after the rumbling and now she got to meet you.

She often asks questions about you to know how you're doing and when you'll come back to visit her.

[abbyslev]

𝑰𝑺 𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬 𝑺𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑶𝑵𝑬 𝑬𝑳𝑺𝑬- 𝑨𝑵𝑵𝑰𝑬 𝑳𝑬𝑶𝑵𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑻, 𝑺𝑨𝑺𝑯𝑨 𝑩𝑹𝑨𝑼𝑺 𝑿 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹

WARNINGS: smut towards the end! toxic relationships, cheating?, fighting, alcohol, weed. Lmk if i missed any!

A/N: THIS IS MY FIRST NSFW PLS BE NICE, and any constructive criticism will be appreciated! Needed some toxic annie in my life fr. I hope everyone enjoys this! this was finished late asf so pls excuse the bad grammar and stuff.

wc: 5.2k

It was always the same. Annie texted you, letting you know she wanted to see you and every time you fell for her lies.

It was always after her group workouts or a bad hookup. Everyone knew when someone had slept with Annie. It was hard to even talk to her in the first place, so hooking up with her was just crazy. Annie had an eye on you when your roommate, who was a teammate of Annies, invited her over for a smoke. Annie was intrigued by you the whole time. The way you sat on the couch and how your legs crossed over each other while you ate your ramen and staring down at your computer.

Annie never took you out on a date after that. She just wanted to fuck or get high. She walked past you in the hallways, ignored you at parties unless she needed someone to get her a blunt or a drinking buddy, and she simply acted like you two didn't have anything. It hurt, considering you really liked Annie.

You imagined supporting Annie at her games, going out to dinner to celebrate, spending afternoons just in bed with her. Annie had other plans. She looked at you as a fuck buddy. You should have known as soon as you heard she fucked a girl in the bathroom a week after she took you on a date. You liked Annie so much you were willing to keep your stupid dream alive.

That all changed when you met Sasha. She played volleyball and she was one of the sweetest people you had ever met. Sasha and you met at a party, where Sasha coughed her lungs out in the corner while a friend of yours, Connie, laughed his ass off. He invited you over and Sasha fell in love as soon as she saw you.

You two got to talking, and soon enough you guys were inseparable. Connie and Jean tease you two all the time. When Annie got a hold of this information, she was fuming. You had never taken Annie for the jealous type. Sure, she claimed you were all hers and made you promise that no one would ever touch you like Annie does, but those words were only spoken when you were deep in the mattress while Annie had an angry expression plastered onto her face.

Sasha made you cute baskets full of goodies all the time, took you on dates, never let you pay, slept over and cried when you wore a hoodie with her number on it. It was just meant to be and you two knew it. That was until Annie had a change of plans.

A light knock on your door made you look up from your phone. Sasha was currently spamming you with messages about what color nails you should get. You smiled, setting your phone down on your couch. Opening the door, Annie appeared with the same empty expression on her face.

“Oh. Hi, annie.” You waved, your smile dropping. You hadn't answered her messages for a while. You had been avoiding her ever since she got mad at you for becoming friends with sasha. “You didn’t answer my message.” Annie invited herself in, closing the door behind herself. “I-i didn’t see them. Sorry. Ash isn't here, she’s out of town.” You mention, but you knew she wasn't here for your roommate.

“Stop being stupid, you know I'm not here for Ash.” Annie pins you against the door, her lips close to yours. You look down, the blood rushing to your face. “You’ve been avoiding me.” Annie grabbed you chin, making you look into her cold eyes. “I hope it’s not because of Sasha.” Annie said her name with disgust. “I wasn’t trying to. I was just…busy.” You pulled away from her grasp. “Oh please. You don’t do anything but stay in this sad ass dorm all day.” Annie scoffed.

Your phone pinged. Annie’s head snapped back as it continued to ping, her face scrunching. She backed away from you, rushing towards your couch. “Annie.” You followed her, watching as she grabbed your phone, her eyebrows furrowing with every message you received, “We should get some coffee?” Annie read out loud. “Annie, please.” You tried to grab your phone, but she just snatched it away reading more. “Where’d you go, babe? Are you ok? I think you should get these nails. Can I swoop by?” Annie read in an impressed tone, her eyebrows raised. “Oh, cute. She sent you a hundred dollars for your nails.” Annie handed you your phone as your eyes filled with tears.

“So are we nothing?” Annie sat on your couch, taking a hit from her pen. “I never said we had anything.” You said through your teeth, feeling humiliated. “Better answer your girlfriend, don't wanna make her stress out too much.” Annie shrugged. “It’s not like that. Maybe if you actually paid attention to me and didnt treat me like shit, we could have been something.” you muttered.

“Are you saying you wanted to be something?” Annie shifted positions. You stayed silent. Annie stood up, pulling you forward by your hips. She pressed her lips aggressively against yours, her intentions filled with anger and lust.

You melted under her touch, sitting down on her lap. You straddled her, a whimper leaving your mouth as she left sloppy kisses down your jaw. You tilted your head, Annie’s hands pulling your hair, giving her more access to wherever she wanted. She trailed down your neck, getting that one spot she always abused. She knew it was your weak spot. You grind your hips against hers, begging for more. Annie smiled at the way she was able to manipulate you so easily.

“Hey, are you-” a gasp escaped someone's lips. You looked up, seeing Sasha holding two cups of iced coffee and a couple of movies tucked in her arm. “Okay…” Sasha finished her question quietly, setting down the drinks. “Sasha! I didn't know you were coming over.” You frantically rushed towards her, fixing yourself while you did. “Yeah. You didn't answer your messages and you kinda left without saying anything so i thought i’d come by. Wrong time, though.” Sasha whispered, her eyes glossy.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn't have done that. Annie came by unexpectedly. She was just about to leave, right Annie?” You turned around, eyeing the door. “Huh? Oh no, I'm staying here for a little bit longer.” Annie smiled from her place on the couch. You felt your heart drop. “It’s ok. I’m sorry again. Just call me if you need anything.” Sasha muttered sadly, walking out. She didn’t kiss you or make her stupid jokes like she always did.

“You’re such a fucking ass! You knew she was coming, didnt you?” you yelled at Annie. “What are you talking about? Why are you always accusing me of things? And why does she have a key to your dorm?” Annie stood up, leaning against the kitchen island. “Why do you care? All you wanna do is fuck and smoke. It feels nice to have someone actually care about me.” You sniffled.

“You don't think I care about you? After everything I've done for us?” Annie muttered, her eyes softening. “What have you ever done for us?” You opened your door, leaving it wide open. You gave Annie a hard stare, watching as she walked out. “Text me later.” She mumbled, putting on her headphones as she disappeared down the hallway.

-

You knocked on Sasha’s dorm, biting your lip. You hope she wasn’t upset or mad. You always assured her Annie was no one, and now you made Sasha sad.

You held on to the bag of food, hoping Sasha would cheer up. It was her favorite, taco bell. Sasha would always take you around two in the morning and she always got the same thing. You laughed every time as Sasha would bite out of your food, asking to taste it even though you two got the same thing. Connie opened the door, his smile dropping. “Hi.” He shut the door a bit, so only his head peeked out.

“Hey, Con. Is Sasha here?” You looked down, seeing his shoulder had a wet spot. Your heart dropped. “Yeah but she’s… busy.” He pursed his lips. “Oh. Well tell her i apologize for earlier and i got her some food. Tell her i love her and that i’ll call her tonight.” You handed him the bag and the drinks. You got two, assuming it would have been just you and Sasha, but Connie could just take yours.

“Yeah. Thanks. And also,” Connie softened his voice. “She’s really upset and won't stop crying. Come by tomorrow after team workouts and she’ll be willing to talk. Give her a break.” Connie gave you a small smile. “Okay.” You nodded, waving. You fucked up bad and you knew it, but now the problem was how to fix it.

Annie knew she could easily control you, and now you were aware of that fact. It was scary to see how she could easily make you angry and desperate so quickly. You walked to your building in silence, the light rain seeping into your clothes. You had to cut off Annie in all ways if you wanted to keep things going with Sasha. Your phone vibrated, breaking you from the world you were in. Once you were inside your dorm, you checked it.

Annie had sent you a message asking if you wanted to go on a date. So she had caught on? You turned off your phone, heading to bed. That was something to deal with tomorrow.

-

Again, here you were in the same position you always were.

Annie was so unbelievably irresistible and you knew it. You had just come back from Sasha’s house, and Annie waited in your dorm with that stupid smirk on her face.

After an hour of Annie humiliating you mixed in with “She doesn’t make you feel like this, huh?” You were done for. You knew you couldn’t be with Sasha when Annie had you mesmerized like this.

You scrolled through your phone, your eyes trailing up to the message you had received. “Hey, I know you just left but wanna get coffee?” You muttered to yourself, pursing your lips. Yeah you missed Sasha, but Annie would make the biggest deal out if it.

You replied back “Hey Sash, i came home and took some sleep meds. I’ll be up in a few tho. I’ll text you later. I love you:)” You sent the message, turning your phone off. “Who were you texting?” Annie hugged your waist, kissing your jaw. “Ash. She asked if I watered her plants.” You lied. “Ash doesn’t have her phone on her right now.” Annie dug her nails into your waist.

You swallowed, trying to play it off. “How would you know?” You smartly replied, rolling your eyes. “Because she told me she wouldn’t be able to text back so I had to let the coach know she wouldn’t be here for another week.” Annie whispered, her fingers tracing down your hip. “So let me ask you again, who were you texting?” She stopped her movements completely, watching as you blushed hard trying to find another lie.

Of course, your phone pinged from under your pillow. Annie grabbed it, sitting up. “Annie.” You muttered, not wanting a repeat of last time. “Okay angel, text me when you're up. Connies having a big party later and you’re coming with. I love you.” Annie smiled to herself, nodding.

“Am i invited?” She looked up, her eyes trailing over your horrified face. “Give it back!” You grabbed your phone, very clearly upset. “Why’d you have to lie? Am I not trusting enough?” Annie’s snarky smile was gone, replaced with that emotionless, manipulative look. “You know why, Annie.” You laid back down, your back facing her,

“Is that why you turned down my date?” “Smoking and fucking isnt a date.” You replied, responding back to Sasha. “Oh, so you’re going to the party?” Annie shrugged, getting up. You ignored her, now texting the groupchat with you, Connie, Sasha, and Jean.

Annie opened the door, shutting it behind her loudly. You know she just wanted attention so you deprived her from that exactly. Two can play that game. You tossed back and forth, deciding to maybe start getting ready.

-

“God, how many people does Connie know?” You pushed through the entrance, Sasha beside you.

“Half of these are just people he sells to, and the other half are randoms. It's an open invite.” Sasha yelled in your ear. Open invite, which meant Annie would probably be here. No, she would rather spend her time at the gym, hopefully. “Hey!” Connie squeezed through the people, his eyes blazing red. He handed you the blunt, bringing Sasha in for a hug.

You took a drag, dapping up Connie. You handed it back to him, arm around Sasha’s waist. “Get a drink, Jean and I are by the music.” Connie jokingly punches Sasha’s shoulder, disappearing into the crowd of people.

You dont let go of Sasha as you make her a drink, her eyes watching you carefully. “I don't want one.” Sasha shook her head as you grabbed another cup. You gave her a side-eye, your face disappointed. “Hey, someones gotta be the sober one here.” She laughed. You gave her a sip of your drink, watching as she made a face at it. You laughed, pressing a kiss to her lips.

“Let’s go with Connie.” She pulled your arm, taking you through the crowds of people. “Hey! you made it!” Jean pulled you into a hug. “Yup.” You nodded, seeing as Sasha talked to Connie, her mind on another world. Jean joined them, leaving you to yourself.

You watched the crowd, laughing at how idiotic the people were. They were throwing themselves off tables, smoke everywhere, and dancing bodies yelling at the people on the table to backflip off of it. Connie could surely throw a party.

Sasha had your cup, seeing it was already empty. And she claimed to be the sober one. You leaned down to her height, lips touching her ear. “I’m gonna get us some drinks. Stay here.” You press a light kiss against her ear, Sasha nodding and smiling.

You were pouring the soda when a tall guy leaned against the counter. You ignored him, mentally gagging at his actions. “Hey. Need some help?” He smirked at you. “No, thanks.” You grabbed the second cup, pouring some more soda. “You seem lonely.” He scooted closer, smiling.

“I’m here with some people actually.” You snapped back, grabbing the alcohol. He inched closer, and you could smell the beer off of him. He was now beside you, watching your hands move quickly. “Mind if I join?” He lowered his head to your level.” “Yeah, I do.” “No need to be so snappy, baby.”

You cringed again, but you continued to make your drinks. “Names Bryan. What’s yours?” He slid his hand over to yours. A small, pale hand grasped him, crushing it. He wheezed, his eyes trailing down to the small girl behind you both. Annie kept her dead stare at him, watching as he scoffed and walked away.

“You know, you should keep Jean around. Creeps stay away.” She picked up a cup, drinking it. “That wasn’t for you.” You muttered. “Did I ask?” Annie drowned the rest of the drink. You couldn’t even do that, and you drank every chance you got.

“I know you're here with Sasha.” Annie pushed your back up against the island. Her arms on either side of your waist, she stared into you. “Meet me in the car.” She muttered, walking away. You were speechless. Are you really gonna ditch them for Annie?

You left your cup on the counter, walking out the front door. You rushed to Annie's car, getting in just as she was turning it on. “So you listened?” Annie smiled, pulling out of the house. She drove down the crowded street quietly, the music in the back filling in the silence.

Hey

Whwred yiu go

Babbbyyyy

Youte nit at thr drinks

arw yoi okau

You look down at your phone, seeing Sasha was already drunk. Her spelling was horrible. You shook your head, typing back. Suddenly, your phone was snatched and thrown into the back seat. “Annie, what the fuck? You always do this.” You looked at her in disbelief. “Stop texting your girlfriend.” Annie shrugged.

Your phone vibrated. She must be calling you. You reached back, grabbing it, Annie grabbed your wrist, her eyes not leaving the road. You took the phone in your opposite hand, answering.

“Finally! Are you ok? Where are you?” Sasha yelled. “I had to go home, Ash had a family emergency and I had to talk to her teammate! I’m so sorry, I should have told you before but I'm ok.” You lied. Annie’s grasp on your wrist got tighter, hurting you.

You tried to wiggle out of it, but Annie made it worse. “Oh. Ok. Well, text me when you're all home and safe. I love you!” Sasha hung up, not waiting for a response.

Annie released your wrist, now placing her hand on your thigh. “Just take me home.” You muttered angrily, facing the window. Annie scoffed, rolling her eyes. “What if we come over to mine?” Annie turned onto the highway, watching as you nodded.

-

“You really need Hitch to help you decorate.” You muttered, eyeing her room.

It was the same as always, just her bed, side table, dresser and the tv that sat on it. Her clothes scattered across her floor along with random items entangled into it. “What’s the point? She’s gonna overdo it.” Annie laid on her bed, leaving you a spot.

You laid next to her, allowing her to snake her arm around your waist. “I missed you.” She whispered in your ear, kissing your jaw slowly. “Annie.” You pushed yourself away, standing up. “What?” She pushed herself up, sitting against the wall. “Are you so fucking serious right now?” Your eyes widened, mouth slightly open.

“What did I do?” She seemed genuinely confused, but she always did this when she knew she was wrong. “You brought me here to fuck. I thought you just wanted to hang out!” You blinked in frustration, huffing. “What, so I can't kiss you?” Annie groaned, getting on her phone. You grabbed it, throwing it against the floor.

“Annie, I need you to look at me and tell me you want something with me. If you can’t say that and promise me i’m more than a fuck buddy then we are done. We are so done and you won’t see me ever again.” You yelled, tears welling up at your eyes.

Annie was quick on her feet, pushing you against the bathroom door. “Don’t touch my shit like that again, understood? You knew as soon as we started talking that I didn't want shit.” Annie held your wrist down. “I hate you. I hate you so much, you’re nothing but a fucking liar. You’re nothing but worthless shit.” You pushed her off, leaving her room.

“Hey.” Annie followed, grabbing your hand. “Don’t touch me! I’m done with you. You’re so unbelievable.” You cried, feeling like you couldn’t breathe. “Just stay.” Annie toned her voice down, those sad eyes on her face again. “I can’t. I’m just gonna go home.” You opened the door to her dorm, walking out. “Let me drive you home. It’s late.” Annie stalked after you, placing her body in front of yours. “I can’t Annie. We both know where that’s gonna lead to and I cannot afford to have that again.” You looked down, watching your test drops fall onto Annie’s hand.

“I love you.” Annie whispered. That really set it off. You knew she said this only when she wanted something. You brushed past her, leaving her in the middle of the hallway by herself.

-

TWO MONTHS LATER

After Connie was begging on his knees with Jean behind him, you agreed to go to his party.

As much as you avoided parties, how could you say no to Connie? He was your friend and plus, he sold you the best of the best for a low price. He never misses your events, and you agreed to have some fun.

Sasha grabbed your hand, backing her body up onto yours. You laughed, shaking your head. “Isn’t this fun? Leaving your dorm for once?” Jean asked. “Hm not really.” You mumbled. Your arms wrapped around Sasha’s waist, kissing her bare shoulder. “You’re having fun. Shut up.” Connie held his hand out.

You grabbed the pen, inhaling the smoke. You turned Sasha over, kissing her. The smoke blew into her mouth, who took it in with ease. “Someone’s learned.” You laughed, leaning back against the wall. Sasha drank out of her cup, dancing to the rhythm. You smiled at her, eyes focused only on Sasha dancing.

“Can you get me another drink? I’m gonna pee.” Sasha handed you her cup. “Are you sure you don’t want me to go with you?” You grabbed her waist, rubbing them against her. “I’ll be…okay.” She smiled slowly. Her words were slow and she smelled of alcohol. “Okay. Be back here soon.” You pressed a small kiss to her lips.

You made Sasha another drink, grabbing yourself a beer. “Hey!” You heard from behind you. You turned around, smiling as you saw Reiner. “Hey, Rei!” You were embraced in his hug. “How have you been?” You leaned against the counter, taking a sip from your beer.

“Good. Football season is over so wrestling is next. And you?” He took a sip of his own drink. “Oh, just been in class and stuff. I’m so ready for winter break.” You laughed. “Fuck yeah. Do you have any plans?” “I think Connie’s renting out a house and we’re just gonna party.” You nodded. “Sick. Anyway, my friends are waiting for me. It was so nice seeing you.” He fist bumped you. You said your goodbyes, slipping past the people back to your corner.

Connie looked at you, then back down at his phone. Jean was gone, and Sasha wasn’t back. “Hey, where’s Sash and Jean?” You set down her drink, looking around. “Jean took her home.” He shrugged. “Why?” “Cause she came back from the bathroom sobbing and begging Jean to take her home. I dunno.” He went back to texting someone.

“Oh. Well, I'm gonna go by her house, make sure she’s ok.” You set down your beer, grabbing your phone. “You sure you can drive?” He laughed. “Fuck you, I'm sober. I think.” You walked away, laughing. You wondered why Sasha would randomly leave. You shook those thoughts, deciding to talk to Sasha about it in person.

-

“Sasha?” You peeked into her room, watching as she curled up next to her stuffed animals, sobbing.

“Hey.” You closed the door behind you, setting down your bag. “Are you ok?” You slowly approached her bed, unsure if she even knew you were there. “Who let you in?” She sat up, wiping her face. “I have your key, angel.” You smiled. “Just go.” She stood up. She still wore the dress from earlier and her makeup was cried off. She stumbled forward, causing your hands to grasp her waist. She flinched, pushing you off of her.

“Sasha, are you ok? What’d I do?” You stood in front of her path, your heart dropping. “You know exactly what you did! You do it every single time! Why can’t I just be enough?” She cried, his hands uncontrollably shaking. You took them in your hands, pulling her closer. “Why can’t you just love me? Why does she have to be involved?” Sasha hiccuped, her tears on your sweatshirt.

“Who, Sasha? It's just been us. You know that.” You were so confused. What had you done to make Sasha hate you? “Annie! She literally told me you two left that party together and ever since have been a thing! Even before that, when I walked into you two, all those times you hung out with me and went straight to her dorm after, the way you still text her. All of that pissed me off. That’s why you haven’t asked me out yet, because you’re so hung up on Annie you can’t see that you’re hurting me.”

“Sasha, I never meant to hurt you. I want to ask you out, I'm just in a bad spot right now.” You pushed her hair back behind her ears, tears pricking your own eyes. “I know what you’re trying to do and I'm not gonna have it. We are done.” Sasha pushed you off. “Sasha, stop.” You went after her. “I said stop! Get out!” She screeched, pointing at the door.

“You’re drunk.” You muttered. “No, I'm not drunk. I wasn’t drunk last week when I watched you and Annie walk to your dorm together. I wasn’t drunk when you texted Annie while I ordered our food, I wasn't drunk while I was crying my eyes out to Connie wishing that you would just notice me for once in your goddamn life.” Sasha sat on the edge of her bed.

“Just leave.” Sasha grabbed a white cap off of her nightstand, swallowing the pills with some water. “My head is killing me.” She whispered. “Leave.” She said to you, starting to take down her hair. You obliged, closing her door.

You walked out of her dorm, making sure to lock it on your way out. Instead of anger or confusion, you were filled with rage. Why would Annie lie like that? You two weren’t a thing. You two hooked up whenever and called it a day. You rarely spoke.

Your feet took you to a different floor, fist pounding on the door. It all happened so fast. “Annie, you better open this fucking door.” You jiggled it. A blonde in her sports bra and shorts. “What?” She rubbed her eyes.

“You ruined my chances with Sasha. What the fuck is wrong with you?” You pushed yourself inside her dorm, shutting her door. “It’s three in the fucking morning.” Annie walked back to her room. “Don’t ignore me like that. You know what you did and i’ll fucking kill you.”

“You’ll what?” Annie turned around, pinning you against her wall. Her tired eyes watched yours, carefully inspecting your face. “You didn’t want her that bad. You would have asked her ages ago.” Annie placed one hand on your waist, her dead face still staring you down.

She was right. Annie was the only person keeping you from Sasha. “So tell me, am I really in the wrong here?” Annie pressed her lips against yours before you could answer. Your knees gave in, your hands tangling themselves in her hair. Annie slotted her thigh in between your legs, making you sit on it.

She moved your hair, kissing down your jaw and neck. “You thought you were so slick letting Sasha dance on your like that.” Annie mumbled before kissing that one spot again. You rubbed yourself on Annie’s thigh, your head against the wall. “Annie.” You whispered, needing more.

“This is mine.” Annie trailed her hand down your waist and onto the band of your sweats, playing with it. Annie kissed your lips again, slipping her hand inside your underwear. You moaned against her lips, not being able to say anything else. “You can’t be a slut for Sasha like this, can you?” Annie rubbed your clit in circular motions, eye contact strong as she watched you unravel beneath her.

“I asked you a question.” She shot a finger in you. You moaned loudly, shaking your head. “Words.” Annie whispered in your ear. “N-no, she doesn’t.” You whimpered as Annie fingered you faster. “Look at how pathetic you look. Weren’t you just gonna kill me and now you’re willing to do anything for more?” Annie slowed down. “Annie.” You whispered, just needing her even more.

She took off your sweater in a quick motion, placing a harsh kiss on your lips after she threw your hoodie somewhere in the room. She pushed you against her bed, hands working on your bra. “You’re so pretty.” Annie took off your bra, licking her lips.

You bucked your hips forward, needing some sort of friction. “Needy, aren’t we?” Annie pulled your sweatpants and underwear down, smiling as she saw the excitement in your eyes. Annie pried your legs open, pressing wet kisses up your thighs. You grabbed a fistful of her hair, biting down on your lip.

A loud moan slipped past your mouth as Annie pressed a wet kiss on your clit. Her tongue slipped through your folds, slowly watching you moan and cry. Her tongue continued sucking and kissing your clit, small vibrations from her chuckles making you arch your back.

Annie held down your hips, having you into a moaning mess. “Annie.” Your chest heaved up and down, thighs closing around her head. Annie looked up from position, placing her fingers in your mouth. Your tongue swirled around them, your eyes never leaving hers.

She placed her dripping fingers inside of you. “Oh my god, Annie.” You shut your eyes closed, biting down on your lips. “So wet, just for me.” Annie kissed your bud, speeding up her pace. Your hands let go of her hair, grabbing your breast.

“Atta girl.” Annie mumbled against you. That knot formed in your stomach, clenching around Annie’s fingers. Annie slowed her pace, teasing your dripping hole. “Annie, please.” You wrapped your thighs around her head again. Annie used one hand to push them apart, placing it onto your lower stomach after.

She quickened her pace, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Uncontrollable moans and cries left your mouth, her name was all you could remember. Your climax hit you hard, a string of curse words mixed leaving your mouth. Annie continued to lick you, cleaning you up.

She straddled you, opening your mouth. She spit your cum in your mouth, smirking as you swallowed it. “Good girl. Don’t let me see you around Sasha again.” Annie pressed a kiss against your lips, flipping you over. You smiled to yourself, excited for what was planned in Annie’s mind.

-

Your eyes opened, Annie’s voice echoing through the bathroom.

“She was just so drunk and came up on me, Sasha. It was all her. I’m not even messing with her, she came onto me. Don’t call me a liar. She said she was done with you.” Annie huffed. You sat up, eyes wide. Was she seriously lying?

You collected your stuff, throwing on your clothes as quickly as you could. Grabbing your phone, you stormed out of her room and down her hall. Of course she would lie to get you and Sasha apart. You didn’t even want to hear the rest of her lies, you were done with her and you were sure of it this time.

Or were you?

[gerrydelano]

Drop the gerrytim scene pls pls pls im dying over here (jk only drop it if you want)

well, since you've twisted my arm about it................

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The sound of metal on the ground rings hollow in Tim’s ears as he strips himself of his armor. His joints ache, his swinging shoulder smarting, his knees. He can feel the blood starting to dry in his hair. The lake is bound to be cold this time in September, but this deep in the wilderness, there’s no other choice but to bathe here.

Jon, Martin and Sasha have elected to wait to take their turns, the least covered in gore of the five. Jon hardly has anything on him at all, always fighting from a distance with his staff. Martin was the next dirtiest, but after today, he insisted that someone with a strong weapon wait by the fire with the other two. He’s not all that soaked in it, either. He rarely is, with how little he swings his hammer.

Only Gerry is nearby. He stands in the water at waist height, his pale skin alight under the moon. Tim wades in a reasonable distance away, and he can’t help watching as Gerry steps in a little further, sinks down to his shoulders, and rises back up with a hard shiver. He rubs himself clean with frantic hands, scrubbing forcefully enough to create ripple rings around him. If he’s noticed how close Tim is, he hasn’t made a move to show it. Temperance is lying on the shore with her chin on her crossed paws, observing them. Tim catches her eye and stares back for a moment. She yawns, and nestles back down.

Safe, then.

Tim needs the blood out of his hair. He moves further into the lake a footstep at a time, gritting his teeth as the water chills the skin of his thighs, his groin, his stomach. First, his hands. He scrubs hard at them, too, but the blood comes off more easily than Gerry’s motions might lead one to believe. He ducks down to clean his face first, before he dares to go under and submerge his entire head. The two of them are fools, he and Gerry, with their long hair in these conditions. Not that Sasha fares much better when dirt and grime come for her curls. She has her meticulous way of washing her hair, with potions and care and time that Tim doesn’t always feel like spending on his own these days, but he still can’t stand for it to be too dirty. He bends to run his hands through it while it floats atop the water, dragging it under with his fingers to shake the mess from the ends.

It hits his back with a heavy smack when he straightens back up, shuddering against the cool night air. When he looks around him again, he spies Gerry standing perfectly still with his arms cradled protectively over his chest, his own length of black hair stuck sodden to his back. Tim meets his eyes. Gerry doesn’t look away for a long-drawn moment, until bashfully he dips his head and turns his body, anachronistic to the arm he raises out towards Tim. Beckoning him closer.

Tim steps towards him on the slimy lake bottom, passing through wavering grasses to reach him. Gerry turns his back the closer Tim gets, his arms wrapped still around his chest, as if he has something to hide. He tips his head up towards the moon.

“Cold night,” Tim remarks. “We should get out soon.”

“I want to show you something,” Gerry tells him. “Don’t ask me why.”

“Alright.”

One of Gerry’s hands rises to the back of his neck. He gathers his hair from one side to pull it all around over his shoulder, and then, for the first time, Tim lays eyes on his curse. The brand is bigger than he imagined, positioned just under the notch of his spine, raised like tilled soil in a circular symbol that Tim can’t understand. He can’t understand.

His first instinct is to reach out and trace it, to meet its age with tenderness. He keeps his hands in the water; if he were to move too suddenly, Gerry would flinch away with regret. There’s a weight to his vulnerability, lain bare to the most literal degree.

Gerry doesn’t say anything. He keeps his head tilted up to the moon, surely staring hard. Filling his vision with something for his patron to grow bored with. Tim’s eyes fall along the slope of his shoulders, beaded with lake water and trembling. Perhaps there is somewhere safe to touch. He just has to find it.

“You were twelve?”

Gerry nods. “I don’t remember much, if that eases your mind.”

It doesn’t. He asks anyway. “Why are you showing me?”

“I’ve never shown anyone before. If no one else, I think it should be you.”

“Why?” he asks again. He needs to hear it said.

“I think I trust you,” Gerry decides after searching for it. “And I think you’ve wanted to see it. To try and make sense of me.”

“I never would have asked.”

“That’s why it’s you.”

Tim could float away without an anchor to grab onto, swaying in this still water and chill. Gerry hugs himself tighter, his head turned down to the lake top instead of the moon now in his refusal to turn around and meet Tim’s eyes again. It isn’t safe, not here. Moving an inch feels dangerous. They’re on the precipice of something, and Tim needs to ask.

“Can I touch you?”

Gerry tenses. “In what way?”

“I—” Tim breathes out a laugh. “It’s cold. I’d like to hold you, if you’ll allow it.”

Not the tender embrace he wishes he could illustrate with words, but perhaps disarming enough. Gerry sniffs in a cool breeze and grants his assent with a nod, his fingers tightening around his elbows. Tim takes a dangerous step closer and lifts his hands out of the water, running them from Gerry’s sides to his taut stomach, until he’s only gripping his own wrist for purchase. He fits his arms under Gerry’s, breast to backbone, and presses his cheek to his cold hair. Gerry shudders in his grip, his head tipping back to meet him, almost reciprocating in his restricted way.

“It’s alright,” Tim says against his ear. “It’s only us here.”

“It never is,” Gerry murmurs back. “It’s not just a scar.”

“Just look up at the stars. Relax. It’s alright.”

Relaxing might be a relative concept. Tim’s heart is racing in his chest, beating so hard that he worries Gerry might be able to feel it, though perhaps not so starkly as his cock pinned against his backside. He prays for the cold water to keep its unpleasant grip on him until he’s free to wander into the woods later on. The last thing he wants is to frighten Gerry off with his desire, not when he’s finally gotten this close.

Slowly, Gerry eases into him. It’s when Tim feels a wet hand on his forearm that he knows he’s done something right, even if he’s starting to feel the shivers take a hold of his own body, too.

“We should go,” he offers.

“Not quite yet.” Gerry grips his arm a note tighter. His voice is tight and quiet. “One more minute.”

Tim aches to kiss the side of his jaw. It would be so simple, but it would be too far. Affection in small doses, he’s learned, however hard that is for him. If this is the result of waiting, though, then he thinks perhaps he can manage.

Eventually, Gerry lets go of his arm to hug himself tightly again, leaning away from Tim’s chest. Tim releases him and steps back, shaking one foot at a time in the water to free himself from the mud. He retreats without another word towards his things on the shore, meeting eyes with Temperance once more. She’s lifted her head from her paws to stare at him, and when he comes upon land to reach for his underclothes, she stands up to meet Gerry at the water’s edge. Tim watches him hang onto her snout for a moment before he disappears behind her to redress. The dog turns her head to face him one more time, watching as he does the same. He pulls a rag from his pile of belongings to dip in the water and wipe his armor before gathering it all up into his arms.

Halfway up the hill, he turns to wait for Gerry and Temperance both. Gerry joins him with averted eyes, watching the ground ahead of his feet as he steps over rocks and holes in the dirt. Tim doesn’t expect a smile or an acknowledgment, or a reaching hand, or a repeat of the experience. They’ll return to camp and let the others go down to the lake, too, and then sit on opposite ends of the fire and maybe they’ll speak, maybe they won’t, but they’ll both know.

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[discet]

Remember that ask about Marcy not getting any connections in Amphibia (in the show)? I was wondering: why couldn't they just 'give' her Olivia?

I mean, on the one hand yeah, based on her character it's plausible that Olivia would be too aloof and focused on her job to bother with anyone else, but on the other hand?

It's, like, Right There. It couldn't have been difficult to write Olivia and Marcy getting close in the months leading up to 'Marcy at the Gates'. Why not go for it?

Yeah, no season 3 is really bizarre in the context of Marcy's arc. Cause like, True Colors makes it pretty clear imo that Marcy's worse fears about moving away center around losing her connection to Anne and Sasha. Something she felt was unique and replaceable. A really sympathetic motivation. The natural conclusion to which could have been 'No see, you've made a few connections just in the few months you were here.'

Instead, the text pretty resoundingly backs up Marcy's assessment. That she is bad at making connections, and her fears are justified.

Despite spending time together Marcy and Olivia apparently have a purely professional relationship. Speaking brusquely about needing Marcy to oppose Andrias with barely any concern for her well being.

Marcy becomes friends with Maddie, but the latter basically forgets she exists post-true colors.

Marcy forges a connection with Andrias, but that was founded on a bed of lies and manipulation and was ruthlessly betrayed thrice over. So I can't imagine that did her any favors for her fears. If anything that's probably a pretty significant focus of her therapy sessions for a while.

The result is that scene at the end of the Hardest thing where both Anne and Sasha have these deeply emotional goodbyes while Marcy awkwardly makes small talk. It's such a weird energy for a finale.

It wouldn't take much, they had options, it just felt like the writers had a total disinterest in giving closure to her arc. Marcy insists she's ready to move on at the end, but gives very little reason for it.

Marcy's Journal band-aids this a bit, giving Marcy a connection to her Knight Guard companions and her just not recognizing it at the time, but it still feels weird.

[lennies-blog]

Translation: Sebastian playing table Tennis against Timo Glock for Sky Germany - Brazilian GP

Source: Sky Sport Germany

Timo Glock: "Next episode of Stop the Glock! We're here in Brazil and I have Sebastian Vettel at the table here with me. Last year we played darts right here Sebastian and I have very good memories!"

Seb: *grins* "Did I win?"

Timo: *grins* "No! I won!"

Seb: "Then I have the wrong memory!"

(Complete translation under the cut)

Timo: "What did you do?"

Seb: "I was in Chile! Hiking!"

Timo: "Hiking??"

Seb: "Yeah!"

Timo: "Alone? Or with..?"

Seb: "Yes! With a backpack!"

Timo: "Completely alone?"

Seb: "20 kg backpack and off I went!"

Timo: "And spending the nights in?"

Seb: "In a tent!"

Timo: "So in the mountains?"

Seb: "Yeah!"

Timo: "How many days have you been there?"

Seb: "5 days I have been walking and then I was there 3 ore days to *gesticulates* seeing some other places."

Timo: "Okay! So before we start, how ist the feeling knowing this is your penultimate race?"

Seb: "Yeah, I'm excited/joyous! I'm exvited/joyous for the race! I don't know, maybe I don't really get it, can't really put it in relation to all the other races before and that it won't be like that after.."

Timo: "So no weird feeling when you know next Sunday is.. for now temporarily history?"

Seb: "I don't know how I will feel then! It's all.."

Timo: "Normal"

Seb: "Yeah, normal. I mean I'm also excited for what comes next"

Timo: "What is coming next?"

Seb: "Well nothing at first!" *laughs* "Nothing really.."

Timo: "I can imagine you'll buy a table tennis after the match!"

Seb: "Just sitting still - I won't manage that! So yeah, maybe"

Timo: "..table tennis!"

Seb: "You wanna go to the championship on the 'short' table (tennis)?"

Timo: "Yeah, let's sign up for it!"

Seb: "Let's sign up for next year!"

Timo: "For the winter so we'll have something to do!"

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*point for Seb*

Seb: "Ooooh! Oh sorry!"

Timo: "It was the same with Daniel Ricciardo! How many balls he had on the very edge!"

Sasha (acting as referee): "Six, I think!"

*2:2*

Timo: "Quite nervous, actually!"

Seb: "Totally!"

Timo: "I probably have a pulse of 120 right now! The pressure is high!"

Seb: "I also still have to go to the toilet! Can you imagine!"

Sasha: "Yess, 3:2!"

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Seb: "What's the game actually called?"

Timo: "Ping Pong!" *laughs*

Seb: *laughs* "No, I mean does it have a title?"

Timo: "Still 'Stop the Glock'!"

Seb: "Stop the Glock?"

Sasha: "4:3"

Timo: "Oh!"

Sasha: "4:4".

Seb: "Nah, now you've been lucky!"

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*7:6*

Seb: "Oh, first time you're leading!"

Sasha: "Matchball, I think"

Timo: "Yeah, you only have to lead once!"

*7:7*

Timo: "That cannot be true!"

*8:7, narrowly*

Seb: "Ohh, did you still get that one?"

Timo: "Yees!!"

Seb: "Oh man"

Timo: "It went through twice, but it was also on the net, twice"

Seb: "Good gracious"

Timo: "This reaction, at my age!"

*9:7*

Sasha: "First set, Glock!"

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*5:6*

Timo: "Nooo, Glock! What am I doing?"

Seb: "That's it, that's it! Pressure!"

*5:7*

Seb: "Oooh, that was it!"

Sasha: "This one decides!"

Seb: *switching to speak in a heavily Hessian dialect, so pardon for any translation errors* "Ohh, you have sweaty hands, don't you?"

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*6:6*

Timo: "Oooh!"

Sasha: "6:6! Two matchballs!"

Timo: "Please, dear table tennis god, be with me! Please!"

Seb: "Well he cannot be with you, you need the one for the 'small' table (tennis)! Not fir the regular one! *grins* That would be themini table tennis god!"

*6:7*

Seb: "Ooh, that one was not unimportant!"

Timo: *imitates Seb* "That one was not unimportant!"

Seb: "I'll take that one!"

Timo: *miserably misses* "Noooo!"

Seb: "Who would've thought? Who would've thought!"

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Timo: "Sebastian, thank you so much!"

Seb: "Thank you! It was a lot of fun!"

Timo: "Have fun in Brazil this weekend!"

Seb: "Thank you!"

*Outro*

[somanyfuckedupiftruebooks]

Mag 41

Hey he dropped the London from his intro! I've never noticed that before.

This is weirdly adorable. Flirting? Yeah, flirting.

Yikes. 🦠

I'm going to take this as a sign that he's still self-aware enough to be able to recognise when his paranoia is getting away from him. He pushing back against this instinct to be distrustful of Martin because at this point he can recognise that it makes no sense. It'll be fun to track his downward spiral through the season.

Imagine Jon home alone, in pain from his injuries and struggling to process the trauma of the attack, mind frantically working through everything he's learned, suddenly connecting the presence of the hive in the walls with the feeling of being constantly watched in the Archives. It would have been such a relief to have an explanation that means there isn't something worse in the Archives, targeting him specifically. And then he goes back into work, and before Martin chases him home again he feels the familiar pressure of eyes on him and has the face the crushing realisation that, no it's not over.

Oh c'mon, Jon, as if your theatre-loving ass doesn't appreciate the need the set the mood. To create atmosphere. You can't just drop a line like 'I have been exploring the tunnels' without first layering in the drama!

There's so much here.

First up, Jon apologising to Martin for sneaking past him to throw himself into the pitch black death maze below the Archives. This time last season he was complaining that Martin didn't count as an assistant because he was 'unlikely to contribute anything but delays'. Oh how the turn tables.

Second, 'I don't think he noticed' yeah I'm sure Elias didn't notice when the tunnel key that he left conspicuously out in the open next to a post-it note reading 'mystery key -- pls don't steal!' went suddenly missing.

Third, I guess Jon is technically right in that the tunnels aren't inherently more dangerous at night (as far as we know) but he's framing it wrong. It's not a question of battery life, it's about how long it will take someone to realise that you are missing if you don't come back. It's more dangerous to go explorong at night because if something happens, it will take people a lot longer to notice and come looking for you. This wouldn't really apply anyway because he's supposed to be at home and he's gone down there without telling anyone, so they won't know where to look or probably even notice that he's missing for days or weeks. If he's so worried about becoming the next #tunnelcorpse he should really be leaving a note or something.

What is Not!Sasha doing in the Archives in the middle of the night? Jon isn't supposed to be here and didn't tell anyone he was coming so it couldn't have been waiting for him. Does it not go home? Does it live in the Archives now, or in the tunnels maybe? That could have something to do with how it's 'bound' to the Web table. Maybe it can't go beyond a certain distance, or can't stay away for longer than a certain period, so spending the night back at Sasha's apartment is impossible for it?

Oh. He's feeling the total absence of the Eye for the first time since he became the Archivist and he doesn't even know it. 'Not in itself a fearful thing...' 🥺

JON. For fuck's sake.

[firefly--bright]

ur probably kinda sick of writing for th b99 au but can I request some fluff hcs pleeeeaaaseee I need something to balance out the angst

IM NOT SICK OF IT detective kirstein brainrot

- it's become like a tradition for the two of you to spend your dinner time together. it could be a really simple meal, sometimes some boring takeout but it would do, considering that almost the whole day was spent apart. soft music would be playing in the background while jean washed and cut the veggies, you'd boil some stock and get started on the noodles, you saying "she ramen on my soup till I noodle-" "she ramen on my noodle till I soup." "right, sorry, my bad." "yeah. get it right." and sometimes Connie crashes and then soon enough sasha and marco are also there and you're watching those terrible horror movies with cheap jumpscares. jean is a fucking crybaby about it you cannot convince me otherwise

- he's sitting beside you on the couch and Connies making fun of the ghost, sasha remarks on how bad she must smell which starts a whole debate between her and marco about if the outfit that people had on when they died was the same outfit that they'd have to spend their death days with, and jean is fully immersed in the movie, clutching a pillow and you try not to laugh at how he shifts closer to you. "it's fucking freezing in here." he says. "are u sure you're not just scared and want my protection?" "I'm. a grown man I don't know what you're talking about- FUCK." the last bit of his sentence was interrupted because the main character saw two glowing eyes in the corner or smth. grown man my ass. he holds you extra snuggly while falling asleep that night

- which is crazy considering his profession but it's so personal to me actually

- anyway, going back to the last post - he gets so pouty and clingy when he gets an unserious injury. like imagine he gets a cut on his thigh because he scraped it against a railing while chasing someone and he's exaggerating the story SO MUCH. "yeah and so I did a BACKFLIP-" "oh you can do those?" his chest puffs up, "yeah. duh. i can do a lot of things. and then I chased him down this alleyway and there was this grandma in one of the windows that saw me handcuff him and cheered for me." "I'm the grandma." you said, to which he replies, "yeah I like older women anyway." "WOW."

- he's arguing with eren on the job ALL THE TIME. back to when you two met, eren was looking around your appartment Just In Case and jean was SUPPOSED to be asking you relevant questions like "where were you yesterday morning?" to which you answered "I was in my room, getting ready for the day." "oh? I'm sure you looked great-" "oh." "i mean, like, I'm sure - like, you look great right now too. i mean, you. yeah. you're 👍" "thank you, detective." and eren has to butt in, "sorry, my partner usually just mouths off without thinking- "I do NOT." "thats why we call him hors-" "KILL YOURSELF YOU FUCKING BIRD."

great introduction, jean. he's kind of surprised that you even acknowledged him, IN PUBLIC CAUGHT IN 4K because he was so sure he blew it (he kinda did but it was really amusing and you kinda just wanted to talk to him because seeing him flustered was really funny and cute)

also!! bonus texts ;)

:D

(final hc - he listens to the most cuntiest songs while solving stuff. like he's filing paperwork while listening to 360 by Charli xcx)

[scumbagjaeger]

Rating: 18+! mdni

Me waking up at 5am with the most depraved thoughts about Jean, Connie and Sasha in a college AU that I will be turning into a full fic, here’s the rundown

Starts with Jean/Sasha with a dash of Jean/Connie/Sasha, and then ends with just Connie/Sasha, they’re endgame sorry not sorry (I love Springles) (it’s just because my friends tell me I’m just like Sasha and I am a fiend for Constance Springer)

First of all, you already know that they were all friends in high school, none of that awkward first meeting in History 101 thing

They can’t even remember how they met but Connie and Jean were those middle school bros with the snapbacks and jailbroken phones

Jean was asked to show Sasha around when she moved from the countryside in their freshman year of high school

Okay so now in college basically they all have the plan to just get laid as much as possible

Jk but they just want to party and be part of the crazy college scheme that they used to spend HOURS talking about in high school

“Guys… would you ever smoke weed?” —Jean at one point

Sorry this is still background but like I always imagine them growing up Midwest? I wanna say Chicago but deep down I’m thinking they grew up in like St Paul and they were all fairly sheltered oop

They go to college in Chicago for the big city life and they all apply together and they cry when they all get accepted

So yeah they’re trying to be adults now they rule!!!1!!! It’s so cheesy but they are 18 and suddenly they are like wow this adult thing is pretty nice 😎

Connie is kind of the rizzler?? No shock there but he is actually bringing so many women back to his and Jean’s dorm

The forms I had in college would be two bedrooms (with two beds each) and then a shared bathroom/fridge space?? So Connie and Jean are roommates and Marco is their suite mate in the other bedroom

Jean ends up having to stay with their suite-mate Marco because Marco’s roommate ended up dropping out after a day

Connie inadvertently cock blocks his friends but other while they’d pull as well??

Sorry Jean plays the sweet-romance game because he thinks he’s going to fall in love at a college party the first week 💀 and Connie swoops in making these ladies die laughing

He’s also just super affectionate with Sasha too like she’ll be rizzing up some guy and he’ll swing an arm around her waist “Sash we gotta host parties when we get our house together!!!”

He just means next year, the three of them plan on getting a townhouse together, but it’s enough to scare away the guy Sasha was talking to :(

At one point they have a mini intervention where they’re like “bro how do you do it????” And Connie’s like “what can I say, a rizzler’s gotta rizz 😎🥵”

I don’t think there would be much sexual interest or jealousy between any of them because they’re besties

Maybe in high school they had that drama about liking each other but they’re 18 now?? High school was so last year they are ADULTS remember

But idk maybe Sasha makes a comment about Connie cockblocking her, just an innocent joke, and he lowkey gets offended? “Damn my bad, I’ll let you cook next time ig”

So at the next party, Sasha meets Niccolo and of course they hit it off and Connie’s like okay why is this bothering me who gives a fuck, he ends up bringing a girl back to his dorm anyway so who cares LOL not that guy

Oh I forgot to say this but when Jean brings someone home Connie goes to Sasha’s and they literally share her tiny ass twin bed, usually drunk and watching some movie on her laptop, Ymir is normally in Historia’s room anyway so it works (but Ymir and Connie are homies too so she dgaf)

Anyway after her and Niccolo hook up, Sasha is super bummed?? The three of them are hanging out on campus and she’s like “yeah idk I thought we had something but our conversations just kind of fizzled out :(“

And Connie laughs? He’s like “lmao wait you talk to these people after you hook up with them??”

He explains that the whole point is that you go into it not expecting to ever see them again, that’s how he can be so bold with his flirting/jokes. It’s a HOOK UP not a MARRIAGE

And Jean kind of defends Sasha because he is also a big romantic and is constantly getting his hopes up? Poor guy

So one thing leads to another and (completely sober) Jean and Sasha decide they’re going to hook up???

It’s so awkward when they talk about it lol. Sasha’s like “man wtf how does Connie just not develop feeling for the girls he’s sleeping with” and Jean’s like “right that’s insane we should like, hook up and see” (totally joking) and Sasha’s like “omg yeah good one”

For half of their conversation, Jean can’t tell if she’s just going along with the joke

But it does make sense to them?? Like they will go to the party with Connie who will inevitably bring someone back to their dorm, and Jean and Sasha can pretend like they’ve just met and that they’re hooking up, then in the morning they go back to being friends

Unrelated but they’ve all definitely talked about their kinks before and Sasha hits Jean with the “S-step bro” and he whimpers

Also unrelated but Connie thought that the “Step bro, I’m stuck” things were the funniest shit in the world but that’s when they discovered Jean is bisexual, Jean included lol

Anyway the sex is good?? They are already so comfortable with each other, Jean makes sure Sasha is comfortable and that things feel good, she lowkey helps him with how to eat a girl out properly lol

Also Sasha has insane bedroom eyes and she doesn’t even know it? Her sex faces are unreal. Jean’s fucking her missionary style and he’s like “—this good?” And she lets out a breathy “Yeah, fuck, like that—” and he is like “bro don’t look at me like that or I’ll cum”

Afterwards Jean asks if they can cuddle and she’s like “wtf no? We’re supposed to not make thing a thing, we’re just friends again” and Jean is like “but we’d cuddle when we’re friends. We literally cuddled last week” and she’s like “damn you’re right okay c’mere”

The next morning Sasha’s like “omg! We did that! And I don’t want to do it again” and Jean’s like “wait WHAT” like he’s worried she had a bad experience and she’s like “No no no like I WOULD do it again but I don’t want to like date you!!” And he’s like “oh, good!!! Me too!!” And they high five

Jean goes to his dorm and Connie’s not there but Marco is and he’s like “Marco, I slept with Sasha and we don’t want to do it again 😎” and he’s like “what the fuck?”

Jean and Marco are also on the extremely slowburn train to romance-ville but until then they’re just homies, each other’s confidants

Marco tells Jean “I don’t know how you could hook up with anyone at all? Don’t you want the intimacy and love that comes with being with one person?” Because Marco doesn’t join in on their schemes, he also came from a sheltered childhood but he’s just so honest and sweet and we love our sweet boy

Of course Jean wants that too! He’s just a dumb idiot who thinks with his dick too much(‘: but someday he will learn and Marco will be there for him

Anyway idk about anyone else’s college experience but we had like four different card game variants of like “drink if you have the most unopened emails” or “drink if you are the last person to put your finger on your nose”

So of course they play that one time in Sasha’s room with their friends

“Drink if you’ve slept with someone else in this room” and everyone’s laughing, of course Eren and Mikasa drink, and Ymir and Historia drink, but then Jean takes a sip and it’s like SILENT

And Connie’s like “HEADASS get outta here, your fantasies don’t count” and Jean is looking at Sasha like bro help me

So then she takes a drink

And everyone is like hooting and hollering, but now Connie is silent

Jean’s laughing and telling them “yeah it was just a one time thing lol we’re just friends”

He’s lowkey hurt that they didn’t tell him?? He thinks it happened in like high school or something

They notice he’s upset and they end up confronting him after he avoids them bc we know Connie can’t deal with his emotions xoxo

“I just can’t believe you guys had sex without me??” He means without TELLING me but he’s upset yk. And Sasha’s like “well fine do you want to have sex with us?”

And it’s silent for like four minutes. Also they’re eating lunch in like Burger King so Jean’s mouth is full of a whopper burger as Sasha says this and he just freezes, and then slowly continues to eat

I feel like Connie is straight/has a strong preference towards women, but the idea of fucking a woman with another guy he’s totally down for yk, he’s definitely comfortable with himself and open to experimenting but something about Jean fucking THEIR friend Sasha fires him up??

He’s still the most experienced out of the three of them, never in a threesome but has watched enough of them lol, he even did extra research to prepare omg

He strokes himself off underneath Sasha, who’s being fucked by Jean

And Connie’s an ass? Talking to them like a little shit. “So this is how you did it without me last time, huh? I missed out on all this fun?”

I’ll save the big details for the fic so you have to read it sorry xoxo, but let’s say Jean ends up fucking Sasha’s mouth while Connie switches and begins fucking her? Like your classic Eiffel Tower shit

They definitely high five while fucking Sasha lol but she’s also loving it we know she’s a freak

I bet Connie would feel this weird possession about fucking Sasha? Like he sees how wet she got from cumming with Jean’s cock inside her and he’s like well we gotta out do this, I gotta show her how good I’m gonna make her feel

No warning just immediately rams himself into her, her gasp barely audible around Jean’s cock

And this is when he starts to like “hm I could get used to this”, just an idle thought he brushes off as he slaps her ass, grabbing the fat of it afterwards to thrust deeper into her

I bet they talked about it before, but Connie definitely is all “You gonna let me cum inside you, huh, Sash? Gonna be a good girl and let me fill you up?”

Jean’s already came in her mouth and he’s holding her, petting her hair and playing with her tits as she cries out, nodding and turning back to look at him

I bet Sasha’s fucked out expression is what sends him over the edge

They end up all passed out next to each other with Sasha in the middle, they’re too sweaty and gross to be comfortable but they promise to help wash the sheets and clean up/get breakfast in the morning

But somehow Connie and Sasha both wake up in the middle of the night (she elbows him accidentally), and before they go back to sleep he’s just kind of like, wait wait

And he slips a hand in her underwear just to feel the mess of his cum leaking into her underwear

Omg he’d slip a finger inside her, trying to push it into her again (fuck I love Connie too much someone needs to put me in horny jail)

She’d just kind of whine quietly, half asleep but wrapping her arm around him and shuffling closer, carefully spreading her legs further

He’d finger her for a little bit but her whines and noises start to get too loud, they’re too lazy to move to the bathroom or something so they put a pin in it

Connie does tilt Sasha’s jaw towards him and kisses her though? It’s like the first time he’s ever kissed a girl after sex so it’s kind of startling to him, it just seems too romantic and he can’t possibly feeling this towards his best pal Sasha??

But Sasha’s kissed guys after sex so she’s like whatever lol gnight dude

Things are fine between the three of them because Connie just compartmentalizes his emotions and Jean and Sasha have already fucked

But now when they talk about going to parties, Connie doesn’t really want to hook up with random girls anymore? And he gets pissy when Sasha mentions bringing a guy back to her place

But also Sasha picks up on that and she doesn’t even seem to care about the guys she’s hooking up with?? Jean can see it SO CLEARLY she’s using these other guys to distract herself from Connie

One day Jean shows up at Sasha’s door and is like “so when did you start liking Connie?”

Ends with Sasha crying to Jean about how she doesn’t know? He had a thing for her in their sophomore year of high school? They were each others first kisses? She even had a thing for him once in their senior year, but this is DIFFERENT she knows it’s going to ruin their friendship

Literally Ymir and Historia are there because they were just giving her shit for this too but now they’re comforting her

Jean just had the EXACT SAME conversation with Connie, even with the same tears, and Eren and Mikasa there to comfort him LMAO

But Jean doesn’t say anything about that, he just says she should talk to him about it (just like he told Connie to do) and she’s like lol NO

A couple days later though Connie says the most OUTTA pocket thing?? Something about a girlfriend??

In my mind it’s always Mina just because but idk we’ll see

Connie in an attempt to evade the confrontation of talking to Sasha about his feelings has decided that burying them deep inside himself is the way to go

And Sasha literally texts Jean and is like SEE?!???? He doesn’t like me it’s fine this is fine 🥲

And Jean is like THESE TWO DUMBASSES WILL BE THE DEATH OF ME

Cue him and Marco having to play matchmaker, maybe even fall in love themselves while they’re at it 😗

Idk how it’s gonna end ngl but if you stuck around this long you should tell me your thoughts via reply or ask

[stheresya]

What do you think Elizaveta was like pre fold or during the time she was trapped in the fold?

it's difficult to say considering the only pre-fold content we have of her is The Lives of Saints, a book that does not go in-depth into its saint life and its narratives are known to be slightly fabricated for religious purposes. but assuming some of the elements in her tale had basis on actual events and leaving aside all the religious propaganda, here's what we roughly get: a peasant girl had a special ability with bees. one day her village was attacked by raiders. she saved them all. they repaid her heroism by tearing her apart in a field of roses. this little summary makes me assume there are two elizavetas: the elizaveta that always was and the elizaveta that she became after the attack.

elizaveta is one with the bees, thus she has always been deeply connected with plants, especially roses -- she's the patron saint of gardeners, after all. and this connection probably influenced how her senses are affected by the world around her. there's this line in aleksander's pov: "He remembered how Elizaveta had craved sensation—the taste of wine, the touch of skin, the feel of soft earth beneath her feet." (The Monk, Ch. 26, RoW) this tells me that elizaveta liked to indulge her senses, that she was often seeking things that were pleasing to the eyes, the ears, the nose, the tongue, the stomach, the mind and the skin. this may be the one thing that remained unchanged throughout her life because i think that craving to simply feel alive is probably a consequence of her power. it kinda reminds me of dyonisus who was a deity of vegetation and also greatly associated with pleasure. now imagine someone like that being trapped for 400 hundred years in a place that denied her of her senses? it's no wonder she went a little mad.

but of course we have to talk about what she became after she was "murdered". in true anti-grisha hate crime fashion her murder is quite horrific. she was killed in the village that she had saved, bound and torn apart while her own people (who were only alive thanks to her) did nothing to object. this definitely made her resent humanity as a whole. we know for a fact that she was very close to the darkling before the fold and they probably met shortly after this incident. i think he provided her a safe haven and a purpose to fight for, and he was also the only one who was as unique as herself back then. imagine an unique person with immense power rescues you from certain death, helps you get stronger and gives your life purpose? at the very least you'll spend the rest of your life in gratitude to that person. so it's no wonder that she grew to worship the darkling. their power and uniqueness made her think of themselves not only as superior to the otkazat'sya but also other grisha. i'm not sure when when her views on power became so twisted, if she began to think like that shortly after her "death" or while she was trapped in the fold. because it's curious that elizaveta is so unwaveringly loyal to aleksander despite their goals being different, and we can't even argue that that loyalty is due to his great power and his uniqueness because she spent centuries alongside two people who were as powerful and as unique as herself and she hated them. maybe she truly loved sasha even as he was.

of the 3 saints trapped in the fold, i'd say liza was affected the most. their place was in a constant state of un-life. they were isolated from the world, there was no food, no smell, no hunger, no wind, no temperature. everything was monochromatic. they were alive but not really alive. they couldn't even sleep to get some momentary relief. these circumstances would take a great toll on anyone, but specially on someone who's so deeply connected to nature and soil life such as liza. the one thing that kept her going was hope that she would be joining aleksander someday and they would rule ravka together, in the meantime she occasionally used her powers to toy with her worshipers a little bit and pretended to debate her "roommates" on the best course of action to get out of the fold while hiding her real intentions.

TL;DR: elizaveta was a nature girl who liked to enjoy herself, but having an unique power, being part of persecuted group, and being in prison for centuries in a constant state of un-life without the ability to shut out her conscious for one second probably messed her up.

[marvelmusing]

I had an idea for the Another Life alternative ending. What if the reader goes back to her world and finds Aleksander there. Don’t know the logistics of how it happen though 😀

I always planned to have a happy ending where the reader chose to stay with Aleksander in Ravka (because I too would stay in a fictional world where there’s ‘magic’ and life is an adventure)

But I definitely once or twice thought about how angsty it would be if I pulled the ‘it was all a dream’ trope

Imagine everything that happened in IAL being a dream that the reader wakes up from. They’re utterly heartbroken, because it had felt so real.

So….

In (Another) Another Life

[Alternate Ending in the Real World AU drabble]

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Aching for some familiarity, or perhaps hoping to find the pages of the book changed in some way, you search for your copy of Shadow and Bone - or any book from the trilogy. In your frustrated, teary-eyed state you can’t find them.

When you had first awoken, you were confused to not to wake up beside Aleksander in the Little Palace. Slowly, it had dawned on you that you were back in your world, the day after when you had appeared in Ravka.

Now, your eyes are sore from crying and your head still struggles to process where you are. It’s a ten minute walk to the nearest bookshop, and you shiver in the cold winter wind as you make your way there.

It feels as though you’re in a dream, seeing cars and people dressed in ordinary clothes that now feels so unusual after spending a year in Ravka.

Though it now seems that you hadn’t even left your world - that it might have all been a dream.

It feels like a lifetime since you had last visited this quiet little shop, and the blood pounds in your ears as you head towards the young adult section. It’s ordered alphabetically, and you hunt for Bardugo, repeating the name over and over in your mind frantically.

With shaking fingers, you pull out Shadow and Bone. Flicking through the pages, you find nothing changed. The ache in your heart deepens.

It wasn’t real.

Weakly, you slot the book back and tug out Siege and Storm. Tears cloud your vision as you stare at the pages. The same story. Alina fighting the Darkling. No you, and none of your Aleksander.

When you return it to its spot, you blink several times before realising there’s no Ruin and Rising. It’s not surprising. It’s rare that a shop has all three books in a popular trilogy. At least you won’t have to read Aleksander’s death in this state.

The ache is still there, clawing at your chest. You can’t help but feel cheated by the universe. An entire life - a happy life - has been ripped away from you.

Then someone says,

“Looking for this?”

Your heart stops, and you can’t breathe as Ruin and Rising is held in front of you, a stranger’s arm almost curled around you. But it wasn’t a stranger, because you recognised that voice.

Turning, you meet a pair of painfully familiar eyes.

If this is some sort of twisted trick by the universe and this man, that looks so much like your Aleksander, doesn’t recognise you, then you might just scream.

“You know me, don’t you?” He asks softly, hesitation filling his features. Your own voice is quiet, your chin wobbling as you speak,

“Sasha?”

A bright smile breaks over his face, and he nods.

“It’s me.”

Throwing yourself into his arms, he holds you tight against his chest. There’s an unfamiliar cologne of some sort filling your senses, but as he cradles the back of your head you know undeniably that this is your Aleksander.

Fingers griped into the soft fabric of his jumper, you bury yourself further into him.

“I thought I’d never see you again, I thought-”

“I know, my love. I know.”

Some of the tension leaves your body at the sound of his reassurance.

“How are you here?” You ask.

“I live around the corner.”

Lifting your head up from his chest, you gape at him.

“You what?”

He laughs softly, stepping away from you slightly and taking your hand in his.

“Come sit with me.”

He tugs lightly on your hand, and you follow him to the collection of armchairs on the other side of the shop.

“My name is Aleksander Morozov.” He explains once you’re settled in the chair beside him.

There’s a black wool coat hung over the arm, and a scarf is tucked down between Aleksander’s thigh and the edge of the seat.

“Yesterday, one of my colleagues mentioned the Grisha trilogy, making a comparison between my name and that of the Darkling. After that, I began reading the first book.”

So this isn’t the Aleksander you had met? But how does this man know you, like your own Aleksander knows you? Why was he still holding your hand, smoothing his thumb over your knuckles like your Aleksander always does?

“When I fell asleep last night, I woke up as Aleksander Morozova, hundreds of years before the events of Shadow and Bone. But I couldn’t remember my life in this world.”

You frown, your lips parting in confusion.

“You mean that, somehow, we… shared a dream?” You suggest. He shrugs.

“Perhaps.” He runs his hand over his chin, his brows creased together. “Perhaps we both entered a different universe, and happened to cross paths.”

“But you do know me… don’t you?” You ask tentatively.

He smiles softly, and says your name with a familiar fondness.

“Yes. I know you.”

Your fingers squeeze his, and relief fills you as he continues to speak,

“When I woke up this morning, I came here immediately to read the rest of the books.”

“We clearly still think alike then.” You remark with a shy smile.

This man is a stranger, you could have walked by him yesterday without giving him a second glance. Today, he’s the person who means everything to you.

He’s wearing a grey jumper and dark jeans, and part of you can hardly believe what’s happening as you study his appearance.

His smile remains soft as he looks at you, and your cheeks warm as you realise you must look like a mess. You had thrown your clothes on frantically to rush here, but Aleksander has seen you in a far worse state than this.

“Like calls to like.” He reasons, leaning closer to you as he rests his elbow on the arm of his chair.

Looking down at your entwined fingers, you also lean closer, resting both of your elbows onto the arm of your own chair. His eyes flicker up to yours, only to fall down onto your lips.

Your smile returns as watches your face carefully, and your stomach flips with excitement as Aleksander’s forehead brushes lightly against yours.

“I suppose so.” You breathe out softly and he smiles as he traces a fingertip along the length of your jaw.

Tilting your head upwards, you kiss him softly.

Both of you are shaking, terrified that this also might be a dream. Then Aleksander’s hand curls around the back of your neck, and all the fear leaves your body as he deepens the kiss.

He’s real. He’s here, and you’re together again.

Giddy excitement fills your body, chasing away the ache that had haunted you since waking up this morning, as you both smile into the kiss.

An Aleksander Morozov exists in your universe, and he lives around twenty minutes away from you.

The story of you and Aleksander might not have been the one written into a bestseller, but you know that in at least two universes you end up finding one another.

That’s good enough for you.

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