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Just thinking a lot in the time after the Crusade ends and Nela's mental health blatantly nosediving with no end in aight. No matter how much people try to help her, it doesn't work. They sometimes succeed in distracting her long enough to get her to act as normal, but that's just a fleeting mirage.
This goes on for months, not even Ember can push through to help her. Each week a bit more withdrawn, each week a bit less energy to fake being fine.
Work is one of the few things to reliably pull her out of her hole for a bit. So as much as everyone wants her to take a break (she obviously needs it), doing it could cause more damage than anything else.
When Samel finally manages to get through to her, it doesn't fix anything. Not immediately. However, it finally gives her the ability to take the help offered to her, yo search comfort in others and, slowly, pour out everything that has been eating her from inside. A full recovery will still take years, but she finally takes the first step out and the downward spiral stops.
#oc: nela damasio#the more I think in it the more I realize she would crash so hard it would terrify everyone around her#because she has been holding herself together by sheer willpower and it's now spent#I feel honestly sorry for Daeran because he would think now everything is going to be fine#he is finally confident in the relationship with his now fiancée#and then this happens#It has to be horrible for him but I really cannot imagine her keeping up the lie in any convincing manner once the pressure lets off#and she is too stubborn and scared of being honest about her situation#i blame my current focus on this time period on my arting adventures#also she is absolutely getting a damn break after that#the one time Irabeth and Daeran are in wholehearted agreement
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Haha it's a bit embarrassing but I've decided I want to introduce my only ToG OCs and they are KhunBam's children
Meet Arlene and Vi, everyone!!!
So in my HC, Khun was the one carrying them. Because when they decided they want kids, they were still at war. Khun couldn't risk Bam, who was always in the frontline, to carry their children so he offered to do it.
They couldn't wait to settle down first, if wars were constantly happening.
Of course they had discussed it, about the risk of having babies and how could they raise them in the middle of war.
Well they could settle tho, finally. The situation had become more peaceful, and they could raise their kids, also, in peace.
And about the pregnancy, I don't like to think too much about it so let's just say the workshop had something to do with it.
They didn't expect twins at first. They were enough with just one child because male pregnancy was already risky. But when they checked it to the doctor, she went "opps, yeah there's two fetuses in there, congratulations sirs! You two will have twins!"
So yeah, it scared them a bit, Bam especially, because that meant the risk was doubled. But Khun reassured him (like he always did) everything would be okay, he would be alright. And he was right, everything went well despite the hard times they were in.
About Vi / V
She's the older twin. From outside she looked a lot like Aguero (but with brown hair), but her personality resembles Bam. She's brave, honest (too honest), and stubborn. She's also fiercely protective of her sister.
Her intial position is wave controller. She also learns martial arts from Bam (they often spar), and inherited spearbearer skills from Aguero (being a Khun herself).
She's kind, but her tongue sometimes is too sharp with words.
Bonus funfact: Vi is a KhunBam slanderer, she would gag when she saw her parents being lovey dovey all the time (but she secretly always wish for their happiness)
About Arlene
She's the witty one between the two, the one who can keep up with her dad (Aguero). She smiles a lot and people often said that she looked a lot like Bam, but don't get fooled by those innocent smiles.
She's still a Khun. Arlene will use those puppy eyes to manipulate everyone into her favour. Aguero was her first victim (and she never fails to manipulate him since she was a toddler).
Meanwhile Bam is, surprisingly, immune to those big golden eyes (maybe because he also has big golden eyes).
Arlene's position is lightbearer, but it's not because she can't fight. She just doesn't like using physical power, it's more like Vi's job.
That's it I think, thank you for coming to my tedtalk
A bit more about them here
#tower of god#tower of god OCs#khunbam#bamkhun#their children actually#i'm not creative with names please forgive me
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Just watched Elegy, great episode..the conversation at the end is brilliant in its restraint as always but I can't help but be a little angry at mulder here, not just in his hypocrisy (he's literally lying about the ova in that moment) but I can't help but think of Paper Hearts and how very present she was there for him and yet here, she is in her car crying alone, has to be one of the most upsetting moments for me so far..obviously scullys isolation is more her fault than anyone's but she deserved a kinder response here..sorry for the rant lol
what is the kind response in this situation? maybe calling her out is a type of kindness too, even if it's hypocritical. my default position when Mulder isn't as attentive to Scully as he could be is that it's a sign of respect for her. it's misguided, but he means well. he wants to let her have her pride. what I love about the Mulder and Scully story in Elegy (I'm ignoring the case) is that they're both still clinging to their usual coping mechanisms — Scully to her stubborn independence and Mulder to not prying — but they're breaking down. Scully is putting herself (and Mulder) at risk by not telling him what she saw, and Mulder is leaving her to fall apart on her own because he can't figure out when she needs him. obviously I hope he's at her door to apologize five minutes after she gets home. but I think being honest with her is a sign of respect too, because he's admitting that dancing around the issues isn't working. it rules that their big conversation about how they need to have an honest conversation is so restrained that they're still sort of dancing around it, and the fact that Mulder can't even admit what he's actively hiding from her is rich, but the feelings are raw enough to get the point across. they're both so scared. nothing else matters to him. he needs her to know that she shouldn't just tell him what she thinks he wants to hear, and ultimately I think Scully gets more out of hearing that than she would out of some blanket display of sympathy. but again I hope he's making her tea by the end of the night.
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𝕲𝖔𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕽𝖊𝖉
Big post about my sarentu oc
With release of 1.03 update I decided to start a new game and came up with a final design of my ikran and my sarentu boy, at last (you can't even imagine how many times I changed their appearance). Anyway, Zandar is still Zandar. He's the only character I feel comfortable with, his face type, etc. Ikran is final as well (red is my favourite). Now we are truly bonded, lol
I beat the game at least 2 times and Pandora still won't let me go. The world is so beautiful I can't. I'm sure many of you will understand. By this point I had already thought of Zandar's personality. I want to share with you my thoughts about his personal characteristics and his relationship with other Sarentu kids.
I'll use some old screenshots you might have already seen
!!! WARNING, big amount of text and some SPOILERS for those who haven't played yet !!!
𝙼𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝙵𝚞𝚛𝚢
𝚉𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚛'𝚜 𝚒𝚔𝚛𝚊𝚗
𝚉𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚛, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚛
My imagination is so sad to be honest, yet I wanted to add a little bit of personality to my boy instead of sending the same endless screenshots. I really love to read about others original characters tho and it is inspiring. Zandar feels so ordinary compared to them. The only thing I can say about him in general is that I imagine him not being that shy and unconfident in his behaviour like the main hero of the story sometimes, and he's not that diplomatic and kind as them too. Less patient, more impulsive in his actions, but he's honest, a straightforward person.
Nah, Zandar is not some kind of "badass guy". He's simple, maybe not that much mysterious and interesting for someone, and I like it this way. Somewhere deep inside he's just as hurt as Nor is, but he's much better in hiding it and instead of pouting Zandar prefers to act. Peaceful Sarentu ways of solving problems it is something Zandar does not understand yet.
𝚉𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚁𝚒'𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚊
tandem of brute strength and elegance
Ri'nela is his mental safe harbour. In their chatter he finds comfort. He admires her wisdom, optimism and hope for the future of the Sarentu clan. He believes in her, trusts her, and wants her to become a tsahik one day. Therefore, he provides her mental support, shares the burden of leading people, offers any help that she may need, though she never asks, being stubborn and proud in her own way. Zandar even started to think that perhaps he has developed romantic feelings for Ri'nela after all, yet even the single thought about that itself is already enough to scare him away. He believes that Ri'nela is too good and kind for such hardened person like him. She's such a pure soul in his eyes. Zan is not even sure if his feelings can be mutual, because Ri'nela has always been soft with him, so the poor guy doesn't want to bother her. The irony of the situation is that he has no fear of battle, but is afraid to show what's going on in his own heart. He doesn't have the right words and has a hard time imagining himself in any kind of relationship to be honest.
This is why Zandar understands Anqa's feelings so well and gladly helped her with Priya.
𝚉𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚂𝚘'𝚕𝚎𝚔
RDA's nemesis
Growing up among humans, Zandar quickly realized that RDA understand only language of power. No peace with those who want to take your home and kill Pandora's wildlife for fun and trophies. Ahari's death made Zandar even more ferocious and extremely cruel, especially towards RDA. No surprises here.
He does not remember his own father, but he found shadow of him in So'lek. Almost every day they hunt down RDA soldiers together, including those who were involved in extinction of So'lek's clan. Young boy loves to listen stories of an older warrior about his journey, sitting by the campfire and drinking zangke. He is on the same level of thinking as So'lek, so they both agree on a lot of things.
𝚉𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚃𝚎𝚢𝚕𝚊𝚗
older, younger
One of those things, for example, is Teylan's inner desire to please humans, especially Mercer. After everything they have witnessed at TAP, Teylan's "obedient dog" behaviour made Zandar sick. RDA humans understand only language of power. Still, he loves Teylan like his own brother and after Mercer's defeat he tries his best to help him feel more na'vi, to find his own way among their people using the example of Kametire, but sometimes he's too harsh with Teylan. Anufi and Okul help them a lot. And under Solek's small guidance, Zandar teaches Teylan to hunt and fight.
When Teylan is ready (and if he wants to do it), Zandar will help him to make a bond with his own ikran among those who flies Clouded Forest skies.
𝚉𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙽𝚘𝚛
the lost one
Common grief unites injured souls. Zandar, his sister Ahari and Nor were always very close, because they had the same thoughts about human "culture and civilization". After Ahari's death Nor and Zan became even closer friends. Boys shared a deep respect for each other and stronger than ever before, they were both determined that they should not let RDA erase their na'vi identity and destroy their home.
Not a single day goes by without Zandar thinking about Nor. He misses him and often wonders where he could have gone. Zandar decided that when things at headquarters were more or less sattled he would go on a journey to find his best friend.
Zandar is very protective of their little Sarentu family. The bond these kids share is the only weakness he has, but in the same time it is his biggest strength. So he'll keep fighting for all of them, for their future.
In the name of Ahari and mother, Kataru. For the only home he has, for Pandora.
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💅, 💖, 💔 and 🔮 for the Barbie ask game
Let's go!
💅Unpopular Barbie movie opinion: I have quite a lot to be honest but I will go on and say The Barbie movie 2023 was absolutely disrespectful of Barbie movies fans. It's the kind of movie that could have been done with any doll brand and chose to completely ignore Barbie and Ken's character, making their Ken an insult to the Ken we've seen on screen during our whole childhood. The real Ken is a kind-hearted person, who lives to be with Barbie yes, but who also has his own personality and dreams and who is happy to be a trophy-husband. The writers of this movie definitly never watched a Barbie movie or Barbie Life in the Dreamhouse. Also the fans of this movie become crazy when I say this point. Their favourite argument is "But Ken isn't real, don't talk about him as if he was alive or your lover" just because I said "Ryan Gosling's Ken isn't the Ken I know and love". I mean, this movie was the biggest disappointment I had in 2023.
Also Princess and the Pauper is overrated (doesn't mean it's bad either don't worry it's amazing) and I don't get why it's considered the best Barbie movie. Top 5 or top 3? Easily but the best and if you disagree you're wrong or refusing to see the truth? Nah sorry.
💖 I'm gonna give three. My favourite character of all times, my favourite character played by Barbie and my favourite male character. If you've been following me for a long time you probably already know these three characters. Let's start with my guy:
Dominick is basically the reason why i always have too high standards. He's the guy who just wanted to find a girl who'd love him for his personality rather than his position and who was ready to do everything he could for it to happen. He's the guy who felt in love with a girl and when he realized she wasn't the person he thought she was, still took the time to discover by himself if she was that girl he had felt in love with. When he realized it, he proposed and when she refused because she wanted to go live her dream, he let her go without hesitation and was ready to wait his whole life for her to return without any certitude that she'd come back. All of this because her happiness was more important for him than his own. This is pure love and that's why I love him so much.
My favourite Barbie character is also an easy bet:
Corinne is the person I'd like to be. The nice girl who always tries her best and who's got enough self-esteem to never let anyone tell her what she can and can't do. She's a badass, she's funny, she's iconic and she's sweet. She is an amazing person but she's also really human because she has flaws. She's stubborn and goes into adventure and danger without thinking twice, never having a plan B, she's terribly clumsy sometimes and that makes her a full character because we can see how these flaws impact her in the movie.
And no surprise again, my favourite Barbie character has always been and will always be:
Alexa from Barbie and the Diamond Castle. She's the character i always related to the most. She's a good person who wants to do what's good but she's also realistic and doesn't want to die or to put herself and the people she loves in danger. She follows her emotions, sometimes too much and it can cause her trouble but at the same time it's her biggest quality. She's a beautiful soul who is put in a situation where she can't be the hero because she cares too much about her life and we needed her in the movie. Liana's "I'm always doing the right thing and being the perfect protagonist" attitude would have made the movie insufferable if it hadn't been opposed to Alexa's "I know you want to do the right thing and I want to do it too but not if it means losing my life" attitude. Like they were necessary to each other but Alexa stands out because she's the more realistic one. She's scared to be left behind when she sees her bestfriend girlfriend starting to put another girl as her priority. Is it stupid jealousy? Yes but it's due to insecurity and a terribly precure situation where you have to remember her house got burned because of this other woman. A woman she also really cares about and like but can't help feeling jealous of. Alexa is that character who's so much more than what it seems and I love her with all my heart.
💔: Okay I know some people will find it strange considering Chelsea the lost birthday exists but it's Barbie Princess Power. The reason is easy: I never watched Chelsea the lost birthday and don't plan to. While I had to suffer the watch of Barbie Princess Power three times in my life because my youngest brother kinda liked it. I just find it so bland, annoying, badly colored and just overall uninteresting that I can't stand it. And yes I think there are other movies that are worse but at least I can watch them without being so annoyed and irritated by my watching. Like really I want to jump out of the window when I watch this horrifying piece of fluo colors. Don't worry I'm watching Barbie movies on the ground floor.
🔮: That's a hard one to be honest... But I would really like to see an adaptation of Snow White and Rose Red. Like this fairytale was one of those I was reading again and again in my childhood. I would love to see Barbie play Snow White and Barbie (Brooklyn) or Teresa play Rose Red. They don't have to be sisters but I'd like the story to follow the same path with the bear being a prince, Snow White falling in love with him and marrying him but at the same time I want to see Rose Red meet the prince's cousin, a girl, and progressively fall in love with her. I would like the dwarf being really mean and actually causing trouble and the girls seeing it, still try to help him because they are nice but then, realize not everyone deserves the kindness you give them. The bear/prince deserved it because in return he was nice, polite and a good person. The dwarf doesn't because he's mean, cruel and wouldn't have hesitated to kill the girls if it meant he would be safe. That would be a good call-back to the movies we've had in the 2000s but also include some themes we talk about more in today's world.
#barbie movies#barbie movies ask#barbie ask#barbie#alexa diamond castle#barbie and the diamond castle#barbie the princess and the pauper#king dominick#corinne barbie#barbie and the three musketeers#corinne d'artagnan#snow white and rose red#the barbie movie 2023#barbie princess power#anti barbie princess power
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@badassxbirdy sent : [ savior ] in order to save receiver's life, sender uses their powers - but reversed, because this being the way Ty finds out The Boy has powers is too much drama for me to resist. 👀 | PROMPTS FOR SUPER POWERS / ABILITIES
It's the first time where it truly feels like things are almost normal again. Sitting in a diner in a quiet little town during the day, actually enjoying a meal and his surroundings for what they are. Peaceful. With ordinary people all around them, in an ordinary place. And isn't it funny. How very much he was against it at first, voicing his doubts that any of this is a good idea, considering his situation.
But of course. The woman before him is none other than Tyler. Just as stubborn as him but with such positivity and bubbliness to it that there really never was a way for him to say no. He still likes to tell himself that it's just because she's from before. But the truth is that he honestly, deeply, and unconditionally trusts her, sees so much in her that he does not want to disappoint or destroy. So here they are, in a diner, eating, and wouldn't you know it - there's a smile on his face. Unfiltered and honest. And they're having fun, talking about ordinary, silly things as if nothing's ever happened to either of them. But of course. This is them. And something like this never seems to last for them.
Because then it happens.
Reality calling, of course it does, and it hits him way harder this time because this is about her . Not him. Look on her face changing so rapidly, joy wiped right off of it in an instant. Replaced with a mixture of so many things he's way too familiar with. Fear. Disbelief. Anger. Fury.
Lance turns around to try and catch glimpse of what she's seeing, though the truth is that he doesn't even need to see. He can feel it. A presence. Having just stepped inside the place, making the hairs on the back of his neck stand right up, activating the thing inside him the millisecond it notices it too. Heavy. Power. Dark. Evil. Twisted. And and overwhelming sense of impending doom. Familiar in a way as it coincides with his hitchhiker's preference for chaos and mischief.
When Lance's body is properly turned around, he's face to face with a man, though he knows that this guy is so much more. Something that scares his friend, ruins a moment of peacefulness and normalcy. As usual, Aza/thoth is more than eager to take the upper hand, protect, lash out, defend territory, but the problem really is that Lance cannot get that image out of his mind right now. The way the look on Tyler's face changed so severely, seeing her scared. Like they'd been.
He swore to himself. Never again. Fucking never again. Would he let any of his friends be scared like this. Sure enough. Mostly, his plan had been all about avoiding it by having no friends whatsoever, keeping his distance. But that's just the thing. Too late for that. She is his friend, and the way this dude can waltz right in here and destroy her moment of peace, have the audacity to talk about him too, ignoring him, using him as a means to scare her more with the prospect of getting him caught in the crossfire of whatever it is that he wants from her....fucking no. This is the one thing Aza/thoth is not allowed to take the stage for. Because this isn't about him - this is about her. His friend, not its friend or him at all.
The dude's mid sentence through a speech which, honestly, Lance doesn't even know nor care what it's about when it happens.Time. Stuck in one single second all around them. A ripple of the entrance door opening over and over again almost rhythmically, doorbell ringing every single time to signal a new costumer who's always the same. A young couple fresh from the road, bright smiles on their faces, eyes fixed on the menu above the waiter who's mid pour, stream of coffee half suspended in the air, only ever touching the mug's bottom only to zip right back up again, looping over and over again. Making each and every one of the people stuck in that one second, pocketed and safe, utterly unaware of what happens in the meantime.
A knife. Hovering mid air, the blade an inch away from the guy's throat. A warning to not dare take one step closer to the woman of his interest. Tyler - still seated right across from him and not at all affected by their looped surroundings.
"She doesn't want you here. No one does" is all he says, eyes drilling into the side of the stranger's face.
#badassxbirdy#roadside bestie : tyler#he made me do it : possessed#stole from your lore and hope it's okay that I snagged Moros from it!#I mean we all gotta know what Tyler wants to do to that horrible guy :>>>#if you don't want it to be him feel free to make it some other demon or guy!
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(´,,•ω•,,)♡ event 15 plotting call! i'll probably pause all current events for this event- just for my sanity ! so this doubles as a starter call as well! below u can find out what all my muses will be up to- and also u can plot and request a starter for them!
elena gilbert- this isn't her first rodeo- well.. maybe one that she can remember, given her current not remembering status.. she's stressed- but will do her best to stay vigilant! she will help people- and maybe her finding someone unalived will be beautiful character development idk.. (0/5)
eric northman-too old for this shit, jk jk but he won't be taking anything too lightly.. he has people he cares for here, for example faye, irina, he doesn't want them getting in harm's way.. but he may be entertained??especially if he's accused (0/5)
genya safin- she's one hell of a warrior- she'll be frightened of course but she knows combat and how to fight. she'll be worried for david most of all, and will do her best to stick by them. (0/5)
hannah washington - scared out of her mind, she doesn't like these type of situations.. i can see her anxiety at an all time high- she's doing her best to hide.. please someone protect her, she's frightened..- but also worried highly about her siblings and her best friend kiyi (0/5)
homura akemi - OH SHE'S READY, she's in combat mode.. she has one person in mind she wants to protect- and one person only, madoka kaname. who is she if she isn't protecting the love of her life?? lets be honest, but also she'll help protect others if needed- and be suspicious of everyone. (0/5)
jesse pinkman- THEY CANT KEEP GETTING AWAY WITH THIS! -no but he'll be stressed, he has ptsd from everything that has occured in his life.. but if anything jesse knows how to do- it's to fight.. he'll be carrying a gun, and be prepared.. or as prepared as he can be, and he'll be keeping a look out for allison! (0/5)
jinx- THRIVES ON THE CHAOS, pls let's be real she probably assumes the doing is stu and his friend.. which.. idk why she's with him if she thinks that but anyways she doesnt have logic- but as soon as it starts getting too real.. she may start losing it a little bit, and will be amused if anyone accuses her.. (0/5)
lettie hatter- scared, concerned for her siblings, calcifer, josh- and i guess howl too.. jk we love howl, she'll be doing her best to find out whoever it is.. and get her investigative skills on, but also pls protect this angel. (0/5)
nami- she's so sick of finding herself in these types of situations, she's cowardly.. will be hiding behind anyone who will allow, but also she has some good ranged combat.. so if push comes to shove and she needs to defend herself or someone else- she will.. (0/5)
richard gecko- he's been through his fair share of bs, he'll be concerned for seth and aerith- more aerith.. given seth and him have been through the bs together, he'll be putting on his detective gear.. and probably joke it's seth just to get on his nerves, and get offended if accused.. (0/5)
ashley graham- LEON, bestie where are you?? she's scared, not this again.. she's doing her best at hiding when it matters, and not making any enemies.. but also she can handle herself pretty well, just still would prefer some help.(0/5)
draculaura - look she may be immortal, but this is scary. she'll probably transform into her bat form just to get away- but also she'll be hiding behind people.. she can fight, but would prefer not to. (0/5)
belle - she's smart, she's pulling out that detective cap and doing her best research.. she's afraid, but won't admit it.. she'll go through this with a stubborn- tough look on her face; nobody will make her afraid. (0/5)
tifa lockhart- protecting people she cares about, she's the mom friend.. she doesn't want anyone getting hurt, watching out for aerith, satana, and seth.. (0/5)
march 7th- she's ready; maybe the ice powers she unaware of will come out while afraid and being defensive.. they'll try to laugh fear in the face- but also someone make sure they don't get into too much trouble. (0/5)
hitori gotoh- frightened, scared, not having it.. i mean it when i say pls someone protect and befriend her. or else she'll just hide under her bed or in a garbage can; she doesn't want to confront anyone-let alone a possible killer.. just.. idk how far she'll get, pls help. (0/5)
lip gallagher- part of him thinks this is a big joke, but he'll be ready with his own makeshift weapons if needed. he'll be looking out for his family; and just trying to piece together who could be sus. (0/5)
#( hw;event 15)#( hw: plotting call)#murder tw#cussing tw#swearing tw#cursing tw#violence tw#combat tw#mental illness tw
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Cassandra Gainey is based on Cassandra from Rapunzel’s Tangled Adventure. She is a 39 year old human, bodyguard, and uses she/her pronouns. She has no powers. Cassandra is portrayed by Gemma Chan.
APPEARANCE
Face claim: Gemma Chan
Sexuality: Lesbian
Height: 5'7"
Eye colour: Brown
Hair colour: Black
Piercings: None
Tattoos: None
PERSONALITY
Positive Traits: Fiercely loyal, independent, reliable, hard working, ambitious, resourceful, honest, protective
Negative Traits: Mistrustful, stand-offish, pessimistic, sarcastic, short tempered, competitive, stubborn, resentful
Likes: Firelight, rainy days, the smell of smoke, sparring, birds, the first days of autumn, bees, folklore, romance novels (don’t mention that if you don’t want a fight), art galleries
Dislikes: Lullabies, taxidermy, humidity, people who chew with their mouths open, tapping, excessive PDA, being ignored, Evermore
Phobias: Isn’t scared of anything (please pay no attention to the crippling abandonment issues behind the curtain)
Hobbies: Sparring, ‘hiking’ (read, obsessively testing the boarders of town), horse riding, working out, exploring
Aesthetic: The reflection of the moon on still water, neat whisky, a campfire crackling, seeing your breath on a cold morning, the screech of a bird of prey, sour apples, fabric beginning to pill with age, the ache in your muscles after a workout, the sting of alcohol on a fresh cut
HEADCANONS
🦉 Adores her father. A lot of her memories of home can be hazy, but she clings to what she does remember of him, and still writes him letters, even though she doesn’t know if they’re actually reaching him. She doesn’t want him to worry about her, even if she’s worrying about him.
🦉 Regularly spends her free time at the Evermore museum and gallery. She’s never been particularly into art, but wandering around the gallery reminds her of home in a way she can’t always place.
🦉 Her father did attempt to shield Cassandra from what her mother had done, but she was a smart kid, and worked out pretty quickly. After that, she used to daydream about being the one to bring the lost princess (and her mother) home. It was her favourite game as a kid, and was a motivator in her early training as she became more serious about the idea. While of course she’s happy Rapunzel is home, she’s never quite gotten over the fact that she was beaten to the punch by accident after how many years she put into training and searching.
🦉 Owns a couple of knives, and usually has one with her, just in case. She can’t exactly keep her sword with her, but being unarmed entirely feels like too much of a vulnerability, even if they are seemingly safer here— Cassandra doesn’t trust it.
🦉 Misses Owl more than she’ll admit. She trusts her dad to look after him while she’s away, but she still worries. After it became parent they were stuck, she considered trying to adopt a bird in town, but it didn’t feel right, in the end. She does have a grown collection of little owl ornaments and such, some of them she’s bought herself, and some she’s collected.
🦉 Had a slight crush on Rapunzel when they first met. It was obvious it was going nowhere and she’s past it now, but it definitely happened.
🦉 During the celebrations for Rapunzel’s return she snuck back to her old house to try and work some of her feelings out about the whole situation. It didn’t help as much as she’d hoped, but she buried most of what was left of the music box to try and put that whole part of her life to rest, and because part of her felt like she owed her mother some kind of a grave, even if there hadn’t been anything left of her. Being as mourning the kidnapper is a bad look, Cassandra’s father covered for her absence by saying she’d been sick during the celebrations, and she still sticks with that lie when the event comes up.
🦉 Even after all of her training, Cassandra is still a pretty mediocre shot with ranged weapons outside of static targets, so she’d rather stick with what she knows she’s good at and force wherever she’s up against info 1:1 fights. Now she’s having to rely more on her fists than her blades, she’s started training regularly at Uppercut.
🦉She’s a fairly regular visitor to the rage cage too, though she prefers to keep it quiet— she’s making an active effort to keep her temper in check, and that’s much more easily accomplished if she can go let off steam once a month or so.
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@nulltune sent:
[ food ] sender brings receiver their favorite dish to cheer them up
CERAMIC PLATE HELD FIRMLY IN HIS GRIP, the lower surface still hot and seething against his freezing fingers, a strange comfort, but a welcomed one. The spoon in his grips clacks quietly, the savory smell wafting gracefully into his senses and bringing forth his long suppressed sense of hunger. He didn't know he was this hungry before his stomach would grumble and twist painfully, but Hakuno-san knew, apparently. And he certainly didn't know she could cook, skillfully at that, too, given the great aroma of spices and warm steam of rice from this serving of curry.
Young eyes travel, slow and slightly disoriented glances. The meal on his lap carefully prepared for no one but himself. He still remembers their conversation, mundane useless banter about little important things, things that didn't really matter given the severity of the situation, of what they've been through, the tension in the air, the adrenal ready to viscerally spike into his blood at any given instance, always expectant of danger & threats that might befall him & his companion.
But his opinion on such things was proved wrong with time, by his own considerations and the girl's memory, the simple choices she made to brighten the end of a long day. And he looks up and finds kind eyes offering him an encouraging look. She was hard to read, but honest and true, he liked being by her side, and it was quite fun at times, the way their mutual bluntness would often clash- he liked that, having someone to go back and forth with, someone who wouldn't take his openness for hostility- and that mattered too, despite trying to convince himself that he doesn't really care.
His eyes sting dangerously, and warmth blossoms as he bites on a spoonful of deliciousness. He utters quick thanks, a vague sense of embarrassment painting his cheecks a stubborn bright red. He blames the sting in his eyes on the spice of his food, too scared to consider the emotions and dreaded nostalgia.
" My pops would travel a lot ... " He had told the little story earlier, something for the sake of lighting a mood, something to share a laugh. He'd told her how the staff in his home had no choice but to follow the words of a nine years old as they were told, and how he got to pick his single favorite dinner every night for a couple weeks. The same damn thing over and over just because he liked it, and his father wasn't around to say something about it.
It was all good and dandy, until the child ended up in the hospital, quite comical, if you ask Shou.
His food goes finished in savory bites second servings. Warmed in his core and comfortable in his private space, Shou turns into another task, a paper in a sketchbook that has been hidden beneath his pillow, shy from the eyes of its rightful witness- and colorful crayons from the depth of his backpack. He works on the piece quitely through the night, his sleeping schedule thrown to the back of his mind without care, it has never been a concern anyways.
Besides, he doesn't have time, he reminds himself when getting the finer last details of colors and shades done. It's an experiment more than anything, not that he was unfamiliar with the delicate strokes of nature and the pastel colors of petals, but creating something for someone else was beyond unnerving. He can only hope she would like it, yet he can't find it in himself to stay and see her reaction. He wishes it was the nervousness alone, but he wasn't that much of a coward.
Bad things seem to trail behind him like a stray dog which has gotten attached, how can he risk dragging anyone else into his never-ending problems ? Not now. Not yet. And his stubborn sense of independence takes over, he promises to take care of things, maybe then it would all be a lot more easier.
He leaves that night, a couple hours before dawn, not a trace behind but a piece of art, a bouquet of flowers traced by careful pencil lines and colored by soft crayons, wrapped up in too many ribbons, joyful pink tulips and elegant white roses and proud creamy angel's trumpets, surrounded by the smaller bunches of white yarrows and night scented phlox and forget-me-nots. Something for his friend, the best he can do.
He hurries along the empty streets towards a well known fate, ready to become lost and unknown and a simple stranger in the crowds, at least until he's found again by the eyes of his pursuers. The warmth of the encounter remains with him, helping him fight the relentless cold of both the weather and the empty house he'd be taken back to.
A signature can be seen in the corner of the floral portrait, along a big text in the teens horrible handwriting. " Until next time. " It reads casually.
" Until next time. " Shou hopes.
#NO ICONS WE BALL#DIES#the meme: food#me: what if i make it a whole scenario with meaningful encounters and blossoming friendships and inevitable separation#where the 2 overcome smthing together but there is no reason to stick to each other anymore and shou doesn't want to get anyone involved#in his batshit insane life#IM SO NORMAL. IM SO SANE.#The bouquet flowers choice is a bit ooc cuz shou wld choose smthing random af#but i made it aesthetically pleasing just for the sake of it <3#HERE YOU GO LYNN. THIS TOOK ME FOREVER FOR NO REASON ( COLLEGE )#lays on the floor#They're already so important to me. wtf.#ショウ ; distortion confronts both heart and mind. / writing.#ショウ ; we scraped our bones to get fire. / inbox.#nulltune
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hi 👋🏻 my name is Ciel ! ☁️
im unsure i will be able to keep this ask short, i have so much to tell..
nb after finishing: indeed, i couldn't! im sorry! :<
let's start somewhere; i really, really like your blog, your writing. it is incredible. i had stumbled upon you as 'only fool' was being uploaded; im a stubborn and persistent reader, so i kept myself from looking through before it was last updated, as i am also quite impatient if i get absorbed.
your writing is the purest i've ever read. this is coming from a person who has trouble with emotions and feelings; i am demi-romantic and asexual- but the way you use words are enchanting to me. i feel everything, from warm to anxious, joy to hatred.
for the past three days, i've let myself be completely entranced by 'star lost with you'. as i said, im impatient, and i forced myself to wait for some chapters, at least, to come out beforehand. and i don't think i can fall more in love with the warm feeling your story makes me feel. i was so focused on every word from every chapter, i even found myself rereading most parts. this giddy feeling while reading, the pure love, either platonic or romantic, described in yn, hyunjin and yongbok. i am so curious of how everything is played in the other characters' eyes, how does hyunjin feel in those calm and sweet moments with yn, im especially wondering about his thoughts during the train ride, or when they met yeonjun, this closeness that seemed to not bother him at all; but was he nervous as well? is he an overthinker about his feelings? will his adaptation of Caress be detailed by an outer inspiration?
but as well as yongbok's thoughts as well. despite the time spent, you can still feel him being wary of the situation behind those smiles, his pure white love towards yn is usually so untouched, is he scared of hyunjin tainting it? in either case he feels a platonic or romantic attraction, does he, too, overthink over his feelings? over his close and private relationship to yn? he is pictured as a carefree and sunshine person by everyone, but doubts and worry are natural occurences in a life.
the sheer kindness and empathy from yn, too. in her place, i would have left hana behind a long time ago, she is not bold and upfront, she is forceful and childish. it's a bit crazy how no ones shush her in some very rude situations she puts up herself and others. yn's overthinking feels way too real, her anxiety seeps into him, my stomach churning at some scene, like in the cabin and hana's horrid behavior towards her best friend's feelings. i have been constantly scarred by being left out and behind by who i called friends, since i was nine. the clear fear of being abandoned yn felt, when she found everyone gathered in the morning without her, or to be misunderstood and left by hyunjin, everything felt so real, as if i was experiencing it myself, again.
this is how i perceive feelings with the way you write. it makes me wonder so much, i have rarely felt so while reading. thank you for giving us so much of you in each of your work. you deserve to be read and congratulated over it.
i apologize, it may sound weird and uncomfortable to some extent to talk like this. but im trying my hardest to share my thoughts, i think you deserve to know that your work has a deep impact on someone.
i'll be waiting for future updates, and i'll be sure to give my honest review at the end. if i work up more courage, i'll try to send other asks after chapters. please, keep writing. :)
- Ciel ☁️
hi ciel. thank you so much for sending such a thoughtful and heartfelt message 🥺
i understand what you mean, sometimes it can be really hard to start an unfinished story,, thank you so much for liking my blog and my writing 💖
the purest ? oh my gosh, your words will make me cry 😭 im happy that i can convey those emotions to you well. enchanting is a beautiful word and im blessed you associate it with my words.
im so happy you decided to start star lost with you, despite it being an ongoing story, and that you reread parts. your questions are so interesting and i hope many of them will get answered soon, as we explore diff povs, or perspectives. hyun definitely does think a lot about those interactions, and gives meaning to every moment. the closeness with yeonjun didn’t bother him indeed, and its interesting how different he feels regarding each person in yn’s life. his adaptation of Caress will also be referred to soon, and mentioned again.
as for yongbok’s thoughts, you’ll find in the next part how he feels, and if he truly thinks that the adoration he holds for yn may be tainted by hyunjin’s presence.
i m glad you can relate to yn and that her thoughts and experiences feel realistic and not made up. im sorry that it reminds you of such moments in your own life :( nobody deserves to feel this way.
don’t apologize for ever sharing your thoughts, it was such an honest review and made me very happy that you perceive my writing in such a way. you’re so sweet for this and trust that i look forward to know your thoughts on the future parts, if you feel comfortable sharing them. 🥺🥺♥️♥️☁️☁️
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I'll miss you forever mommy.
TW FOR GRIEF, DEATH, LOSING A PARENT, DYING.
A lot of times when people pass, people that knew them always say “I just wish I held onto them closer.” or “I wish I was nicer” “I wish I told them” this and that and a lot of wishes.
As someone that was quite the opposite with my loved one, my mother, I’m going to tell you the grief you feel does not change whether you held onto them tightly or not enough. Nothing can make this grief easier.
I held onto my mother’s hand and she held onto mine. She was my number one and she always told me I was hers. Unconditional love and support without a doubt. She defended me, she understood me to the core, she let me ramble, she let me get mad, she let me cry, she loved me through and through no matter what. Some people thought I was too close to her, but I’m so, so thankful I was unbelievably close to her.
In December, we had a conversation after she was turned away from heart surgery. I made the mistake in googling heart failure and ended up in a few hours of spiraling anxiety over the fact I may lose my mom someday. We were open and honest with each other, so I went into her room and cried to her about this.
She held me as tight as she could, her arms shook and she told me “Well.. if I only have 5 years left, let these be the best 5 years we can have together”.
I asked her how she felt about the possibility of dying from heart failure. She told me that grandma always said “when it’s your time, it’s your time” in the most calm voice. I think she knew how rough her situation was. My mother tried so hard to fight and to live every day, but heart failure didn’t just take a toll on her heart, but her lungs, muscles, eyes, diabetes, kidneys and so much more combined into the factor.
I know it’s because I’m young and very stubborn, but I told her I’d be her coach and a cheerleader for her recovery. I would annoy her daily about her appointments, calling people for things, when her appointments are, when I’d need to take work off, picking up her meds, etc etc. I knew I had the strength she needed to keep going.
But like my grandmother said, when it is your time, it is your time. My mother was tired and in pain. It was very hard for her to breath and just walk around even just in the house.
I’d make her lift little 3 pound weights or drive her to the store so she can walk around.
One her last day, I took her out for lunch at Vibrant Coffeehouse because I recently went there and enjoyed it a lot. I thought she’d like it too and I wanted to treat her on my payday.
I took a picture of her, like I always do. And we joked about how pale she is now. She couldn’t believe how “haole” she was looking (in her words). We even joked that she looked dead.
Unfortunately 10 hours later, she would be. In front of me. In our home after I spent what felt like hours but was really minutes performing CPR on her just 5 minutes after her, her friends and my father went out to El Maya to hangout. She was gone.
I always knew deep down this was the possibility, but you never want it to come true. I tried to pull away from her the past 2 months, stay busy with myself, my music, my business, my internship, making sure she was on top of things but also allowing her to just be and just rest. I tried learning to cook some meals, I paid attention to her paying bills, researching ways to help her get better and more. I tried to just be with myself. I failed at that. I spent many nights in her room, just being there. I spent many mornings, annoying her with my hugs or a cat. Or both. I know it didn’t bother her and I also didn’t care if I was annoying with my love for her either. I always have been.
While I know I am not alone. Losing the closest person to me is the loneliest thing in the entire world and I’m scared. I’m scared of what happens next. I’m scared about my own father’s future now. I’m scared for the security in others. I am scared.
What a horrible life lesson it is to lose someone, but at the same time, it’s only horrible on my end. She left this world fast, happy and with her loved ones. For the best.
I’ll never stop writing about her or posting about her or sharing my love for her. I love you mama. A hui hou.
#grief#death#losing a parent#losing a mom#moms#mother#teri underhill#king rosalani#essay#writing#writing community#neurodivergent#hawaiian#polynesian#rest in peace mama#heart health#heart disease#heart failure#my number one#family#remember#a hui hou#until we meet again
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hi, can i be matched with harry potter and attack on titan please? my name's lilith i'm 18, my pronouns are she/they and i'm a queerplatonic aroace, so i don't have a gender preference. i'm a stubborn, kinda bossy, brutally honest, sarcastic, clingy and person. people say i'm mature, smart and creative and yes, i agree, but i think i become a total different person when i get too comfortable. i love music and i've been singing with a vocal coach for three years by now. i like spending time at my music academy in which all the members are my second family as i grew up with my blood-related relatives fighting each others for some kind of stuff i don't know about (thank god things recently changed a little bit). i lost my grandmothers in law, my cousin abandoned me for protection as she had brain cancer and died eight months later and my dad due skin cancer. i also recently got a trauma for moving in a new house, i was actually excited at the beginning, but really it's driving me crazy. i'm 5'11", chubby, pale skin, button nose, i wear a fake septum piercing sometimes (i'm allergic to real ones :/), black slowly turning back to brown hair with undercut and bangs, dark hazelnut brown eyes and i wear black glasses. i also wear a tattoo choker and a necklace with a note shaped charm (gift from a dear friend) and i never take it off since then. i was actually scared to wear necklaces to sleep, fearing i would suffocate or accidentally hang myself, but with her necklace, i have no fear to sleep in it, actually when i have anxiety or panic attacks, i hold it so tight to remind myself she's with me, always. my aesthetic is hipster or grunge. i think that's enough. bye!!
Hello Hello thank you for the request. Oh sweet summer baby child I'm so sorry you had to go through that. I hope this matchup can bring you a bit of happiness (P.s. I only can do one fandom per request so if you could send in a second ask with the same info but for Harry Potter that would be great) (P.s.s. wasn't 100% clear on if you wanted this platonic or not but I wrote it platonic anyway so if you wanted it romantic lemme know and I’ll change it) Alright drumroll please!!!
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LEVI ACKERMEN!!!
Oh boy you two have been through a lot. From the loss of family to being forced to grow up from a young age in order to survive. Because of that shared trauma it makes it easier for you to get close to someone as prickly as Levi cause he sees a bit of himself in you.
You two have been friends since you both joined the scouts, slowly growing closer after many a life or death situation and being able to have each other’s back in battle. You’re both remarkably strong soldiers (what doesn’t kill you make you stronger as they say) and have been able to make you way to the top as captain and second command of the Levi squad.
Ever since then you’ve come to have your own little found family among the scouts (Hange being the crazy drunk aunt and Erwin being the dad). Although Levi is a still his unapologetically blunt self (to put it nicely) you know he loves everyone just as much as you do. The 4 of you have one of the best dynamics among the squads.
That’s why when you and Levi are the sole survivors of the Levi squad your world is completely shattered. No matter how hard you tried to protect everyone or how close you tried to keep them to you it seems like everyone in your life is destined to leave, but not Levi.
Levi is with you through thick and thin. From the fall of Wall Maria to the discovery of titan shifters to the learning of titans in the wall to learning your allies were traitors to being fugitives to finding that you’ve been killing humans to finally making it to the sea to Erwin and Hange’s deaths (i haven’t seen season 4 sorry) you two stick together through it all.
When things get dark you and Levi will sit and silence and drink your tea reminiscing on the memories of your fallen comrades. Sometimes Levi needs someone to pick him up despite trying to be strong and emotionless all the time and you have to remind him it’s ok to feel.
Despite being pretty hard on others yourself and others, you try to convince to be a little softer on the cadets. After having been through all they have you want them to enjoy being kids forever long they have. You two are the parents of the scouts especially after Ewin passes.
You two always look out for each other in battle while not letting your own feeling get in the way or the mission…at least until the war is over
You two are each other’s safe heaven. You look out for yourselves and each other in your own ways, and don’t plan to go dying on the other. After both losing someone you don’t want to make the other go through that pain again.
Sorry this is short I'm now realizing I need to do more research on aot characters. Oh well lesson learned hope you enjoy anyway.
#multi fandom blog#multifandom#multifandom account#multifandom writer#multi fandoms posts#multifandom fanfiction#matchups#multifandom imagines#multifandom x reader#attack on titan#levi ackerman#Levi x reader
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SEVEN - Grace Hopkins
- ROLE
Grace joined the team 5 years before the story and became a fundamental member. Her superheroine pseudonym is E-DEN and she could be considered as the "Mom Friend".
- APPEARANCE
Species : surhuman
Age : 32
Height : 161 cm
Grace (left) with her wife Samira (right).
COSTUME
- ILLUSTRATIONS, COMICS, SHITPOST
- Illustrations :
Finish Line - Bodies -
- Comics :
Dancing Queen -
- Shitpost :
Disney Princess Meme - Trauma Dump - Attractive -
ABILITIES
Grace is a telepath who can either read minds or communicate with people through thoughts she sends in their heads. Her surhuman ability, closely linked to thoughts and emotions, makes her empathy extremely developed.
Her aura is naturally reassuring and Grace sometimes uses her powers to apease her relative's negative emotions.
In addition to her telepathy, Grace can also fight well as she's been practicing judo since she's a teenager.
- PERSONALITY
Maybe because of her psychic capacities, Grace is someone highly empathic. She's sensitive to both her friends and unknown people's feelings and feels sad or guilty every time she senses negative emotions. Whatever happens, she always tries to apease these with her telepathy.
Grace wouldn't forgive herself if she accidentally offended or hurt someone : she's trying to be soft and understanding with everyone. She's overall very attentive to what people say and think and is always ready to sacrifice her own time and mental health to help and relieve them. She thinks everybody has something good in them and would never sentence someone without trying to understand the way they function or their viewpoint.
Despite being a valuable quality in many situations, Grace's empathy sometimes could and is lived as an intrusion. She tends to be quite nosy when it comes to her relatives' thoughts, wants to know everything about their lives and checks on how they feel way too much.
She's actually curious in general, not only when it's about other people; she likes to learn about everything and collect informations on various topics.
With Arthur and Aloïs, she's one of the most "mature" members of the 7th Division. Even if her powers have exhausting consequences on her, she remains a stable and reliable person. She has a calm temper and learnt to care for others before herself. Now she controls her telepathy entirely, it helps her overcome her moods, which makes a good diplomat out of her.
She sometimes considers her friends as kids she has to parent and take care of. Grace is very analytical when it comes to people's problems and acts like a therapist for the group, even if this role is tiring and isn't accepted by everyone (Aloïs for example, is hesitant about letting his emotions out).
Despite her calm and serene personality, Grace has fears of her own. Because she's nosy and very engaged in her acquaintances' lives, she sometimes feels stressed or panics when she's not informed about a feeling or important event. Secrets scare her and give her the sensation of being excluded or not being enough. It makes her an honest person as she will always tell the truth (with tact but sincerity).
Her power being difficult to control and a huge part of her daily life, she tends to overuse it : she's therefore often tired and victim of migraines. Moreover, she has the reflex to absorb all the negative feelings around her and it can make her very depressed. She could be qualified as hypersensitive.
However, she's not weak and can be as stubborn as her friends, which sometimes causes her to disobey or question Aloïs' decisions. She also is an activist actively fighting the racism, sexism and homophobia she lives daily; as a school principal, she transmits the kids her strong values.
- BACKSTORY
Grace was born in a very Christian family and is the second sibling of 3. Her power declared when she was 5, taking the form of thoughts she could hear as whispers in her head. She didn't understand what it was and since none of her relatives had unusual abilities, nobody was able to explain what was happening.
The voices slowly drove her crazy as they were permanent and sometimes transmitted negative messages, depending on what people thought. She was a sensitive, stressed and depressed kid who was diagnosed very early with schizophrenia because of what everyone mistook for hallucinations.
Grace was hospitalized aged 10 and given meds that didn't help her much. Back then, she was living her life like a zombie and struggling with everything. She still managed to attend online classes and avoid school failure.
As a teen, she started questioning her sexuality but was quickly discouraged by her conservative parents. She distanced from them a bit and closed in herself because she feared the homophobic whispers she was hearing were people insulting her (which was kind of true because they were actual thoughts of people passing nearby). Grace had almost no friends all her life until her meeting with Samira.
Aged 20, she was clinically depressed and had even tried to kill herself once. The only way she had found to shut the voices down was to get completely wasted and so she went to a lot of student social events to drink a lot. There, she met a girl her age who didn't fit a lot because her religion forbade her to drink but people were still pressuring her to do so.
Grace felt Samira's distress, came for a chat, made her a lot of alcohol-free cocktails and befriended her. The two of them became very close and it helped Grace dealing with her depression. They finally fell in love after years of friendship and started dating.
Grace introduced Sam to her parents whose reaction was a disappointment : they rejected her for being a Muslim lesbian and didn't allow her at home. Grace definetly cut contact with them and her big brother Adam who took their side. She moved out and settled down with her girlfriend.
5 years before the story, after an argument and a break up with Samira, Grace felt suicidal again and tried to jump off a bridge. She was stopped just before by Aloïs and they had a long conversation in which he explained and convinced her the voices were actually telepathic powers. From then on she learnt how to master it, became friends with Aloïs, joined the Division and finally got better.
She married Samira two years later but their relationship was not doing great back then. Because of Grace's double life as a superheroine, Samira thought she was cheating on her and they were arguing everyday. She finally was forced to reveal her secret identity and the situation fell into place. They're still married in the main timeline and are planning on adopting a child.
- PRIVATE LIFE
Grace stopped talking to her parents and her big brother Adam. However, she still loves her little sister Alyssa and they're in a long distance relationship. She's married to Samira and is close to her family, especially her father and her nephew Tamim.
She works as a school principal and rents a little appartment downtown with her wife.
Nicknames :
E-DEN
RELATIONSHIPS
SAMIRA
Samira has been Grace's wife for 3 years : they're very close and know each other by heart. They live together and are planning on founding a family, but can't adopt for the moment because they're having it hard as racialized lesbians.
The year before the story, their relationship was not doing great because Grace was never home and couldn't tell she actually had a secret identity. It lead Samira to think Grace was cheating on her and they came close to divorce.
When Grace revealed she had superpowers, Samira distanced herself because she was afraid of her telepathy and doubted Grace a bit, thinking she could have manipulated her the whole time.
Now their marriage is better : Grace swore she would never lie to Samira again and Samira accepted her wife's secret identity and even met the other members of the Division.
They're a stable and loving couple.
ADAM AND ALYSSA
Grace stopped talking to her big brother Adam after he said their parents ''had the right to disagree'' with her sexuality. He apologized a few times but she can't forgive him for the moment and refuses any interaction until she feels ready. Adam respects her decision and they don't see each other anymore even though they used to be very close as children. Their relationship will get better through the story.
Alyssa is Grace's little sister and the apple of her eyes. Contrary to Adam, she talks to her every day through online messages because Alyssa married and is starting a family out of town.
Grace would protect her at any cost and will even fight against Alyssa's husband then fly with her to Canada to get an abortion after they find out he's involved in drug trafficking.
ERWAN
Grace (as well as her wife Samira) almost sees Erwan as a son. She's the one to help when he's feeling anxious at the beginning of the story, then she takes him home to protect him after he's tortured by the mafia during Lilyas' arc. She sees in Erwan a great heroic potential and can't help tellingit even when it annoys him. She's always here to apease his fears and anger issues.
ALOÏS
The two of them met when Grace was about to jump off a bridge to kill herself because of the voices. Aloïs forced her to have a conversation and helped her understanding she had telepathic powers.
From then on, they became friends despite of Aloïs' distance and Grace joined the Division a few months later.
Grace's empathy and kindness make them quite the opposite emotionally but they still have agreeable conversations. Grace has perfectly understood Aloïs is not a talkative person and struggles with social interactions : she doesn't force him to communicate and does her best to respect his space and intimacy.
However, Grace is frustrated because Aloïs is the most reserved person of the team and she can't always perceive his emotions. His mental barriers are strong and it stresses Grace who can't help or apease him much. Though, she's always ready to advise him when it comes to communication and social interactions.
Grace likes Aloïs' honesty, loyalty and composed personality. She's grateful for the hand he gave her 5 years ago and his caring attitude towards her mental health.
#sdu#seven#seven division united#oc#original character#character sheet#grace hopkins#superheroine#e-den
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There is both pain and beauty in arguments. Never one to romanticize these as I get truly exhausted emotionally, but the discussions that come with these fights are also healing when done in a healthy manner.
We've had numerous, exasperating, insanely frustrating disagreements the past few months. There was a window when life was real quiet and it felt as if that was to last, but I guess the universe really finds ways to play things up.
I'm not complaining though. It has been hard. I've exhausted myself mentally and emotionally, as she has done more often than I have. We have reached breaking points and challenged each other in the most unhealthy of ways.
But we've also made spaces for each other. We don't see eye to eye as often as we both like, but we try to understand. We're both very headstrong, but that also means we're both insanely stubborn. I admittedly have control, patience, and anger management issues, and she has her own stuff to deal with - and she has told me time and again that I provoke her (unintentionally of course on my part, but my defense on this situation is - I learned the hard way - not helpful).
We've both been trying to adjust, to learn, to cooperate, and to listen most of all. It's not all good at times and more often than not, we're just both angry, but I value our trying - to listen, to talk, to stay. I personally appreciate her trying to communicate with me on any, almost all, of our issues. Communication is our sore spot, this is our weakest link, and trying to talk is just one step forward - but it's the first step and the hardest too.
Yesterday was tiring to say the least, but forgiveness brings healing and happiness brings peace. Somehow, despite all the chaos, we still found logical reasons and sincere apologies to settle all our issues. If I'm being honest, I know we both have deeper wounds and even when we've settled these squabbles now, we might have more, maybe bigger, ones in the future. But I can only hope we get through all that stronger and still together.
(Inserting here that after our talk, she randomly called me 'asawa ko' and that made me smile the widest. She has managed to surprise me a couple times with how forward she can be, but calling me that made my heart practically expand a million times. God, she makes me crazier about her no matter what she does.)
Strange, but I've always trusted the universe, no matter how ridiculous it goes. And it has found a way to make me and her meet, be friends, get to know each other, and grow in love. Granted our relationship didn't have an easy start; it was messy, hurtful, and complicated, but we've also moved mountains to get to where we are today. The road was paved with a lot of tears, apologies, and difficult conversations, but we're still here. And I only have the universe and her to thank for.
Collen is and always will be the risk I'm willing to take. I get scared of the consequences sometimes, but I haven't dwelled in any of that. I'm unbelievably the most contented when I'm with her and I'm confident this is the happiest I've been and the most in love I've felt and grown into. She has made me feel safe, comforted, and so so sure. She makes me feel like she is home and that I'm always home with her wherever we are whenever. I am deeply in love with this beautiful person and I do want to get to know her more to love her better. Not totally certain of anything in the future, but all I know right now is I still do want and need her every day that I earnestly pray we get to be together for a long, long time, and even in a few more lifetimes after.
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You will always be home, Collen. You are someone I never want to lose. You make it so easy to keep loving you and I grow more in love with you every passing day. You are incredible, you are amazing, you are remarkable - and you always have been and always will be. You are worth the time, the trouble, the tears; you are worth the wait and all the whys. You are my present and I can only pray you get to be my future too, because in the here and now, that is the only thing I want to ring true in the there and then.
You are home, Collen, you've made it easy and exciting and euphoric to come home. I love you so much and I am so in love with you.
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Wrong Name // 7 (FINALE)
Pairing: Shane Walsh x Reader
Summary: The hardest goodbyes are to the ones we love.
Warning: mentions of blood and death
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7
MASTERLIST
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Y/N’s POV
“You alright?” Lori stuck her head in my tent startling me a bit as I got ready for bed. It’s day two of the entire fallout between Shane and Rick; Shane completely isolating himself away from everyone.
“No…I don’t know.”
“You could’ve told me what he did out there ya know, I would’ve smacked him silly sooner if you had.”
“You didn’t have to do that Lori, he was just missing you and had too much to drink. Shane obviously isn’t seeing it that way.” She plopped herself down on the bed next to me, making herself comfortable.
“He’s reacting the same way Rick did when I told him about the affair so I completely understand. Have you tried talking to him?”
“No and if I’m being honest, I’m scared too. God, you should’ve seen the look in his eyes Lori, he was so angry.” Before that night I had never seen Shane’s temper get the best of him to that extent. He’s a firecracker at times but that night, he was a bomb and I’m terrified of even trying to go poking him to get him to talk to me because I don’t want to be the one setting him off.
“Y/N, in all the years that I’ve known Shane, he’s only had eyes for you. You’re his world and Rick did something none of us thought he would do and that has got to hurt him. Yeah I know, Shane and I did much worse and we both regret it but it’s different in a way.”
“I get that but those two need each other to survive.”
“They’ll put this behind them eventually so go, talk to him.” She pushed me until I was successfully off the bed and on my feet.
“Fine, where is he?”
“Lookout duty.” Nodding, I zipped up my hoodie and put my shoes on before leaving to find him. I walked past everyone huddled around the fire, heading straight for Dale’s RV. Shane’s eyes locked with mine as I got closer.
“Mind if I join you?” He shrugged and I took that as an okay to climb up to meet him. Shane laid the shotgun flat at his feet, clearing the seat for me but instead of sitting I walked up behind him and hesitantly put my hands on his shoulders.
“We need to talk.” He didn’t even spare me a glance or react to my hold on him as he continued to look out at the treeline.
“How long do you plan on keeping this up Shane? I need to know.”
“I can’t look at him.”
“You’ve done worse and he put it behind him.” Letting go of him I planted my butt on the chair and he finally turned to look at me.
“It doesn’t have to be like this, I forgave him for his mistake and moved on with my life.”
“Keeping it a secret is not moving on.”
“That’s cheap coming from you. Shane, I didn’t come up here to argue. He feels bad about the entire situation, he knows that he’s at fault and he’s sorry that he crossed the line.” He scoffed, reaching for his water bottle.
“He sent you up here to do his talking darlin’ or is this all you?”
“It’s like talking to a brick wall at this point. Please, just talk to him. The two of you fighting each other isn’t solving any of our goddamn problems.”
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Shane’s POV
Ah shit
Still seated on top of the RV I watched as Y/N stormed off towards the rest of the group. She was right, I did way worse than what he did and they both forgave Lori and I for that but here I am finding it difficult to let it be water under the bridge.
That stubborn and big hearted woman I married forgave him for sticking his hand up her shirt immediately because he was drunk. I’m still very much ticked off that she didn’t do more than knock him out for it, a broken hand would have sufficed at least.
"You want me to take over so you could go after her?" Dale joined me, taking the seat Y/N occupied not long ago.
"She wants me to forgive him."
"You should, especially for the sake of your baby. Everyone here needs you two to survive, I don't know if you've noticed but without you and Rick we wouldn't have lasted this long." He sighed, realising that I wasn't going to give him the response he's looking for.
"Why'd you tell me?"
"I thought it was best that you knew, plus I wanted him to be on the other end of a fist since he likes using his." I chuckled at that vividly remembering the day he beat the shit out of me in front of everyone.
"Look Shane, I’m not saying that you should completely get over it but for everyone’s sake, move past it. Y/N’s okay, he didn’t hurt her. You’re pushing her away when you should be keeping her closer to you, especially since we don’t know how much longer we all have to survive.”
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“I’m going on a supply run, see if there’s anything useful we can find. Who’s coming with me?”
“I’ll go with ya.” Rick and I are long overdue to talk and I’ll use this as an opportunity to do so. For a split second he looked over at Y/N and she walked off telling us both to play nice as she left us behind.
“Okay.”
We both got in the car and he started driving us further away from the property. We are at least ten minutes into the drive and during all ten of those minutes I tried to find a good way to start this conversation.
“Just say it Shane.”
“I’m still very much pissed off at what you did man and I know you’re still angry at me too but we can’t keep going like this. I’m not trying to make this right for us but for everyone back there especially our wives and kids.” Rick pulled up in front of a rundown minimart and killed the engine. We both got out of the vehicle and made our way to the building, killing the small group of walkers that came at us.
“You came after me like that in front of everyone that day knowing damn well what you did, I'll never forget that Grimes. I get that you were angry, you had every right to be but you could’ve done that so differently. That night I returned the favour, I told you to keep your distance from me. I didn’t want to cause any more trouble between us but you just had to get it off your chest.”
“You’re right, I shouldn’t have gone at you like that but I was seeing red that day and I deserved the beating you put on me man. I lied to you when you had asked me out at the barn and I had Y/N keep it from you. I’m sorry.”
“She chose to do that all on her own, you didn’t hold a gun to her head.” Now inside, Rick and I went on opposite sides of the store to work our way through the scant shelves. Water leaked from the ceiling forming a large puddle on the floor.
Smiling, I grabbed Y/N’s favourite box of chocolates, hopefully she’d forgive me for being such a prick over the past couple days. I threw it into the bag in my grasp and grabbed as many canned items I could carry, that should last us a while.
“Now that we have everything out in the open, can I ask you something Rick?”
“What’s that?”
“Did you ever think about it?” That thought has crossed my mind quite a couple times already and I want to know his answer. I slept with his wife, I wouldn’t be surprised if he wanted to do the same when he found that out.
“Only once, it was right after the whole fight we had the first time. Man I was so pissed off at you and I said to myself, maybe Y/N and I should’ve done the same but that wouldn’t have solved anything.” There was a creaking sound from overhead and I looked up just in time to see the ceiling caving in, walkers falling on top of each other.
I was knocked off my feet from the debris that fell with them and it took me a couple seconds to regain function of my body.
“Shane!” I kicked one of them in the head and scrambled to reach for the bag with the food items.
“Forget it man, let’s go there’s too many of them!”
He called out from the end of the isle but I’m not leaving here without those items, we need them. I stabbed a couple of them as I inched closer and closer to the bag. Quite a few of them gripped onto my shirt and pants just as I wrapped my hand around the handle. I forced myself away from the majority of them but only a second too late.
“Ahhh!” I reached back and stabbed the walker that bit a chunk out of my shoulder. Rick rushed over and helped me get out of there, taking me straight to the car. I groaned from the pain that flooded my entire body. I need my wife, I need to see Y/N.
“Man, we need to get pressure on that.” He took off his shirt and tried his best to slow down the bleeding but there’s no use, I’m going to die regardless.
“I told you to leave it behind.”
“You guys need it. Rick just get me back to my wife, man.” I don’t know how much longer I can hold out from this and I’d rather die seeing my wife’s face one last time.
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Y/N’s POV
The green Tuscon came speeding onto the Green’s property, alarming all of us that’s gathered outside. Rick was the first one out of the car and the first thing I noticed was the blood stain on his t-shirt and hands as he rounded the front of the car to get to Shane.
“Oh God, Shane!” Lori called out for me but I was already halfway over to them. He’s much paler than before, bleeding profusely from the bite on his right shoulder. I helped Rick take him up the stairs and we were about to take him inside but he stopped us.
“We have to get you inside.” He shook his head no and looked over at his friend who was trying so hard to keep it together.
“Do me a favour Grimes, look after my darlin’ for me.” He was living on borrowed time and he wanted nothing more than to be left alone with his wife who was trying her best not to scream from the pain she’s feeling.
“Always brother.” Rick pressed their foreheads together for the last time before helping Shane to sit on the steps. Y/N immediately sat behind him and held him closer to her, burying her face in his neck breathing in his scent.
“You can’t leave me, this wasn’t supposed to happen, not now.”
“Darlin’ look at me.” Shane shifted his body a bit so he could cup her face with his good arm.
“I’m sorry, for everything. I love you and I know that recently we haven’t been on good terms but I want you to know that even while we were mad at each other I didn’t love you any less.”
“Shane-”
“I got bit trying to save the last box of your favourite chocolates, I know how much you loved them and I was going to give it to you as an apology.” A weak chuckled slipped past my lips as I nuzzled closer into his touch.
“You got bitten saving a box of goldfingers chocolate.”
“You always loved those damned things more than me.” He started laughing but that soon turned into wheezing. The colour was draining from his face with each minute that went by, sweat coating his body from the infection running through his veins.
“Shane, thank you, for being everything and more for me. God, I’m gonna miss you so much.” He wiped away my fallen tears with his thumb with a small smile on his lips.
“I’ll always be with you darlin’.” His grunts filled my ear as he reached up and undid his chain and motioned for me to lean closer for him to secure it around my neck. My chest hurts so bad, I can’t say goodbye, I’m not ready.
“It looks better on you. Take care of our baby for me, tell him or her about me.”
“Of course.” He was struggling to keep his eyes open, the blood loss getting to him. Closing my eyes I kissed his forehead and the bridge of his nose before finally clasping our lips together. I did my best to put all my emotions into our last kiss, hoping that he feels just how much I love him.
“You can stop fighting now Shane, I’ll be alright. I love you, so much.” With a fresh set of hot tears streaming down my face I combed my fingers through his dark hair, mustering up the best smile I could during the most painful event in my entire life.
He started leaning all his weight on me, his lips not losing his faint smile as he did so. I wrapped my arms around him again and gently rocked from side to side until he took his very last breath. Sniffling I buried my nose into the mass of hair on his head as I retrieved my blade.
“I love you.” I finally broke down as I drove the blade into the back of his skull. I threw the weapon far away from me, crying as I held onto his dead body tighter.
“Y/N…”
“Not yet Rick.”
I’m not ready to put the love of my life in the ground.
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“She’s doing great Michonne, her dad would be proud.” Rick’s lady and I were off to the side watching Judith practice using her katana.
Today makes it ten years since I lost Shane and watching as the little girl did her training for the day only made me miss him even more. He would’ve loved to have been here to witness her grow into the incredible little lady she is. Rick and I raised her as our own ever since we lost Lori at the prison but now it’s down to me since he blew himself up on the bridge.
“Mom! Mom! How’d I do?” Judith ran over to me with the biggest smile on her face and for a split second all I saw was Shane. She definitely took after him.
“You did amazing.” She gave me high five and we said goodbye to Michonne as we left to go home.
“Mom, can I ask you something?”
“Of course sweetie.”
“What was my real dad like?” I stopped in my tracks to look at her better; I never brought up Shane before and neither did Rick. He said it was best that we didn’t so I’m not sure how she found out.
“Judy, how did-”
“I heard aunt Carol talking to aunt Michonne.”
“I see, well, he was a sheriff just like Rick. He was kind and sweet, you actually have his smile.” She grinned up at me as we continued walking home.
“He would’ve loved to be here with you, to see how amazing you are with your katana. You’re fiery, just like him; determined as hell too.” We made it to the steps of our home in Alexandria and sat down.
“Do you miss him?”
“Every single day but I have this to remember that he’s always with me.” I toyed with the gold chain around my neck, fiddling with the number twenty-two pendant.
“That’s why you never take it off.”
“Uh huh, he put it around my neck before he passed and I could never bring myself to take it off since. He was also great with Carl when he was your age, those two were inseparable.” A slight frown decorated her lips at the mention of her dead brother and father.
“Well at least one of us got the chance to meet my dad.”
“He’s always with you Judith, right in here.” I lightly poked where her heart was and she perked up at that.
“Never forget that. Alright, come on. Let’s go make dinner.”
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MBFD – Chapter Two: Unknown Territory
Dave York x Reader
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Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI) masturbation, flashing, descriptions of oral (f receiving), mentions/implications of infidelity, mentions of separation and divorce, domestic arguments, some reader descriptions, Dave is crushing HARD
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It’s been a couple weeks, and to be honest, he’s feeling pretty dumb. How could he let himself get so wrapped up in a girl he’ll likely never even see again? Since Molly’s first game, you’ve been nowhere to be seen. Did he scare you off? Did he make you uncomfortable?
Surely not.
He thinks he read the situation right, and in all honesty, he did. If there’s anything Dave York is for certain, it’s stubborn as all hell. He knows he read you right. And he’d be lying if he said he was actually trying to get you out of his head. He’s returned to your Facebook page every other night since you met. Looking at you was almost better than looking at porn; when he looked at you, he could let his imagination run wild.
Regardless of his inner turmoil, though he continuously denies it, he listens intently when Molly brings you up in conversation. He always listens to her, of course, but his ears tune in extra hard when he hears her speak your name.
“We had re-elections for our team’s captains today.” Molly says, twirling her fork in her spaghetti. “She was voted as our number one pick, but she declined! Can you believe that?”
“Hm,” Dave nods, raising his brows a bit as he stares down at his plate. He doesn’t want to seem too interested.
“Oh wow, why?” Carol asks, appearing much more concerned.
“Yeah, she’s really good.” Alice adds in, staring over at her sister.
“She said she has too much to deal with in other areas of her life. It’s her senior year, plus, she’s got Pom.”
“Oh, yeah. I forgot about that.” Carol continues, but Dave remains quiet. “She seems like a busy girl.”
“She really is. I’ve been asking her to hangout for the past couple weeks and she never can.”
Huh, Dave thinks, his heart beating a bit faster. So I didn’t scare her off after all.
“But speaking of hanging out, she’s actually able to tonight! Would that be okay with you guys? We’ll probably just practice out in the yard and do some homework in the den.”
“Sure, honey! You don’t mind, right Dave?”
Dave lifts his head, addressing the woman he’s bound to by law. He plasters a fake smile on his face, his muscles already tensing as he tries to not be so damn excited.
“Of course.” He then turns to his oldest daughter. “Your friends are always welcome here, honey.”
Jesus, the possibility of seeing you again really made him smile. Luckily, no one really notices. He’s just glad you aren’t here for dinner, at least he can eat his meal without being distracted. Maybe he could make up some excuse to be in the yard today. After all, Carol has been complaining about getting the grass cut.
“Did you still want me to mow the lawn today?” he then asks, deciding to move with this decision.
“Oh, no. Not while they’re practicing, Dave. Just do it tomorrow.”
Goddammit. Fine, I’ll find some other way.
Over the past two weeks, Dave’s life has been boring, well, his kind of boring. Family life was calm, which made it pleasant for him to be at home. Work on the other hand, was an entirely different issue. The case he’s on surrounds three main targets, each with at least five separate accomplices. But the case has hit a bit of a plateau, something he isn’t used to, especially not in this field. The slowing of his timeline at work has also kept him in the states, not needing to fly out for any business at the moment.
With so much free time on his hands, he decided to busy himself around the house. He finally got around to painting the garage, organizing the files in his work office, and even began setting aside time to get his room together. While all of his things were inside, he hadn’t necessarily put them in their places yet, such as clothes on hangers, toiletries in the bathroom, and so on. And one day, Carol walked in on him putting away shaving tools in his bathroom.
“Oh,” she said, both quietly and surprised.
Dave glanced up, watching as Carol walked into view. The guest room had an ensuite, making this particular situation less of a hassle for Dave.
“So, you’re really setting yourself up in here, huh?”
He shrugged, looking back down to the drawer that’s been pulled out and resuming his task. “That’s what you wanted, isn’t it?”
She sighs, placing her hands on her hips. “Why do you have to make things so difficult?”
Dave’s head raised slowly, turning to offer his expression of pure confusion and annoyance.
“What?”
“You know exactly what. If you would’ve just come talk to me like an adult, we could’ve sorted all of this out before you had to move in here.”
“Carol, this isn’t just my fault. We’ve been over this. We just can’t communicate, not anymore. Me being in here… it’s for the best. For both of us.”
It was still painful, living his life this way. Carol was his high school sweetheart; someone he’d been with for years before he proposed. They created an entire life together, created two kids together, but after a while, I guess they just got… bored. Insecurities arose from their lack of affection, the spark dwindling between them. And if he was honest, there never really was a huge spark between them to begin with. Dave was taught that to be a man worthy of respect, you made a name for yourself. You gained a respectable job, bought a house, got a wife, and had some kids. You made a life for yourself. But after he did all of that, he wasn’t really sure what to do next. Was this really all there was to life?
Dave wants to find more, wants to explore himself further and find out what really makes him happy. He’d been able to get his sleep routine together over these past few weeks, occasionally going into the office just to get out of the house. But sleeping so well meant he got to get up earlier, allowing him to return to a few of the things he loves most. For instance, breakfast. Dave wakes up at five in the morning, early enough to be out of Carol’s way. It gives him ample time to make his meal, enjoy it, and then get ready for the day. He wasn’t sure how much joy it would bring back into his life but was pleasantly surprised to see its effects. He felt so much better throughout the day when he ate breakfast, more fueled and ready to take on what the next few hours had in store. Something that also helped him feel better throughout the day, and something his sleep routine allowed him to do, was return to his workouts. He’d started exercising in the morning again, a small routine with a larger one later in the night. He’s starting to feel stronger again, starting to feel like he’s getting his life back together again.
Returning to his routines reminded him of his military days. Being in the military gave Dave the edge he’d wanted in life, gave him the thrill and excitement he desperately searched for. And he was good at it, too. He thought he’d be a good fit for the army, but once he met a few Marines, he knew that was the branch for him. After he completed boot camp, he felt like nothing could stop him, nothing could ever stand in his way. He was skilled now; he was lethal now.
Most men go home to their wives and children after completing their time in the service, but Dave wanted more. When his first contract was up, he re-signed again, and again. He climbed the ranks quick, eventually landing him a position in the Defense Intelligence Agency. But they didn’t need him as long as he’d expected or hoped, he felt like garbage when they forced him out. And that’s why he continues. The taste for revenge is too sweet.
However, he made sure that his lust for vengeance was kept to his work life, not wanting it to bleed elsewhere. No matter what happened between him and Carol, he didn’t want to make things messy. No one deserved to go through that, especially his family.
A knock on his door rips him out of his thoughts.
“Come in.”
“I’m going to the store, and then to my book club, okay?” Carol says, opening the door but not stepping in.
“Sure.” Dave shrugs, not really caring what she does.
She raises a brow at him as he continues to scroll through his phone. “Okay, well, Molly and her friend are here. They’re in the backyard.”
Dave’s head shoots up, unintentionally planting a seed in Carol’s brain. She raises her brow again.
“Wanted the girls to clean up dinner before she got here.” He quickly says, trying to brush his reaction off.
“Oh, I already had them do it.” she smiles, her hand rising to the door. “I’ll see you guys later tonight.”
When she turns to leave, Dave looks back down, wondering what he’ll do next. In all honesty, he kind of wants to peek out the window to figure out what he’s able to see. But then Carol stops, sighing before turning back around.
“I love you, Dave.”
Once again, his eyes meet hers, having not heard that phrase in months. His heart beats in his chest, more so of nerves than anything else. What should he say? Will this start another fight? Though, after all, he can’t deny that he does love her. He certainly doesn’t love her the way he used to, but he supposes he will always have some form of love for her.
“I love you, too.”
It’s a quiet response, one that puts a timid smile on Carol’s face as she ultimately turns to go. He wonders why she chose now to say those words, but that question floats away when he hears the sound of your voice. Making sure his door is fully closed, he turns, hand reaching for the blinds before moving them aside just barely an inch.
There it is again.
Right in the middle of a handstand, you feel it. That feeling again, like you’re being watched. You bow down from your stance, standing upright and narrowing your eyes as you scan the yard.
“What’s wrong?” Molly asks, doing the same.
“Nothing…” you reply, partially shrugging it off.
When you turn around to face her, now staring at the back of the house, you look up to see one of the window’s blinds pulled to the side. It’s barely noticeable, but for some reason, your eye catches it right away.
What if that’s Dave?
“Did you want to practice anything specific?” you ask her, deciding to shake off the idea altogether.
He’s married. And he’s Molly’s dad! You need to get a hold of yourself.
Molly says your name again, prompting a slight shake of your head as you turn her way.
“Yeah?”
She giggles, stepping over to you with her hands on her hips. “What’s gotten into you today?”
“Nothing, nothing. I’m cool, let’s try the routine again.” You offer, attempting to get your mind off of Molly’s very married dad.
Even though you can’t fully practice your routine, due to it being only the two of you, you make an effort to do so anyway. Molly is a flyer in the sideline routine, and you’re a tumbler with a few positions as a base. And since you’re quite familiar with your own parts, you decide to focus on Molly’s more.
“No. It’s one, two, three, four, arms up, down, clasp, and hold.” You explain, showing her the correct way to pose.
“Oh, sorry,” Molly replies, wiping some sweat off her face as she catches her breath. “I feel like I can’t catch up.”
“Hey, don’t worry about it. You’re doing great, especially for your age. Let’s run it again.”
You lay out into some stretches while Molly continues to work, your eyes trained on her every move as you slide down into a side split. And even though you continue to feel those eyes, that slight tingle running up your spine, you refuse to turn around. But Dave’s watching; you know he is. You’d never felt that sensation before until you locked eyes with him at that game.
Inside the house, Dave’s finger hasn’t moved away from the curtain’s side, still holding it open as he peers outside. When he saw you look back, he didn’t flinch, knowing that what he was doing was barely noticeable. With Molly focusing hard on her movements, she’s partially out of view as she makes her way closer to the side of the yard. That leaves you almost center-stage. That feeling of deviance creeps its way back into Dave’s brain, fairly certain you’re unaware of his incredibly focused gaze. But he honestly doesn’t care. He lets himself indulge in the feeling, the filth of it all making it that much more exciting for him. He’s in the privacy of his home, his own room with the door shut, having this view of you all to himself. And honestly, you are the prettiest thing he has ever seen.
When you drop into your side split, still eyeing Molly from across the yard, Dave groans. You’d come over in a pair of skin-tight Nike shorts and a loose tank top that covered only your waist. Beneath it, a sports bra wraps around your chest, hugging you tightly in a way Dave wishes he could. Your attire allows him a small peak of the curves you just barely hide, the softness of your backside slipping out beneath the tight material of your shorts as you stretch. Your long hair cascades down your back, held together in a loose braid that dips toward the grass. He then sees you wiggle your legs, furthering your split and dropping you lower than you already were, if that was even possible. Your skin looks so smooth, so soft, he wonders how you’d feel in his hands, how you’d feel beneath him or above him. And how would you feel on the inside? Would you be wet for him? Tight and warm and swallowing him whole?
In one quick swipe, Dave closes the blinds and turns on his heels. He meets the bed with a hurried plop, fumbling over his belt and zipper. He can’t believe he’s let his imagination go this far, once again. But the truth was that he hadn’t had sex in nearly three months now, probably longer. There were many nights since your first meeting that he took himself in hand to release his nerves. He lays back now, just like those seemingly endless nights, the thickness of him now freed and already leaking from the head. He grunts when he feels his own hand, his head pushing back into the pillow with his eyes firmly shut as the sensation rushes through him. Something he always loved was the feeling of another’s warm walls squeezing around him tight, so he settles for the firmness of his fist, giving himself a few short tugs. Your distant laugh just outside makes him moan, his full lips parting as he lets himself fantasize.
He's gotten pretty good at imagining you by now, thinking over various scenarios more times than he cares to count. You’d be kind and gentle, almost innocent to him. But you’d be just as excited and eager, and based off your snarky look back in the fieldhouse, he thinks you’d be a little bratty, too. And he likes that. He wants to explore you, trace your body with his mouth and tongue, roll his hands over the rises and dips along your form, licking and biting into the muscle you’ve built over the years. Maybe you’d do the same for him.
Outside his head in the reality of life, his heart pounds, small and hurried gasps slipping past his lips as he tugs himself harder, squeezes himself tighter. Dave’s other hand grips the fabric atop his bed, the muscles in his chest flexing as he attempts to keep himself quiet. But when he imagines your legs spread, imagines the taste of your cunt, he all but loses his mind. He thinks about licking into you after you’ve cum, tasting your tang on his tongue and working you higher until you flood his mouth. And that’s exactly what does it, his own orgasm washing through him as he imagines yours doing the same to you. Your face would be beautiful, gasping and panting and whining out his name. He’d let you cling to him, your thighs encasing his face as his jaw works harder, as his tongue works deeper, his eyes rolling back as he imagines your hot cum splashing on his skin. He can feel his own as it cascades down his cock, running over the thick digits encasing himself in a tight fist. And even though his skin becomes covered in his own spend, he continues, running his palm over his cock until his hips shudder from overstimulation.
“Dad?”
“Fuck.” He quietly grunts, his body jolting upright with shock.
He’s glad he was at least able to ride his orgasm out, his panting chest resuming its steady motions as he looks down at his messy hand.
“What is it?” he shouts back. “Don’t come in.”
On the other side of the door, Molly frowns, wondering why he’d say such a thing. She also wonders why he’s in the guest room to begin with.
“What’re you doing in there?”
Fuck. The girls still don’t know.
“I’m just, uh, reorganizing some things. What do you want, honey?”
“We’re wondering if we can order some pizza.”
Oh, that was quick. He thought you’d be outside for at least another hour.
“Uh, sure. You can use my card. It’s in the kitchen junk drawer.”
“Okay, thanks. Do you want anything?”
“Just a pepperoni pizza, baby. That’s all.” He answers, grabbing the tissue from his nightstand to clean himself off.
“Okay.” Molly returns, spinning around to head back down the stairs. But then she stops. “Oh, also, can my friend spend the night? She’s the one you met at my first game.”
Adrenaline punches through his already spent veins, his head shooting up once more to stare at the door. He thinks to himself for a moment, pondering his answer before suddenly babbling out his response.
“Sure!” he says back, a little too loud. “Y-yeah.”
Molly narrows her eyes slightly at his response, not exactly what she expected.
“Okay…” she eventually responds, turning to fully walk away.
Dave tosses the sticky tissues into the bin beside his bed. Then he stands, zipping himself up and making his way into his bathroom to wash his hands. Once he’s done, he runs his hands under some cold water, splashing it onto his face. He feels hot, and doubts his face isn’t red or at least a little pink. He then sighs, placing his palms on the edge of the marbled surface. This is going to be harder than he thought.
Okay, you’ve had it. Your thoughts are your own, it’s not like anyone can hear them, right? It’s not illegal to have a crush on someone, even if they are married. So, you come to terms with it.
Molly’s dad is fucking hot.
It was easy to think about him when you were away from Molly and your family. You didn’t feel the lingering awkwardness of his family life when in your own personal space. But when you’re at their home… well, that’s a different story.
These are the thoughts running through your head while you sit alone at the kitchen island, waiting for Molly to return from the front door with the pizzas in hand. Alice trots up the stairs, finished with her homework where she was studying in the basement, and takes a seat beside you. Before she can say anything, though, she turns to address someone else.
"Hey dad," she smiles, turning slightly in her seat.
Your body tense at the mention of him, feeling his presence before he even walks into the room. Any and all thoughts of your attraction toward him are shoved out of your head, or at least, you try to. It's weird, but it's as if you think anyone could hear your thoughts, it'd definitely be him.
He's so quiet, you think. How did I not hear him coming in?
"Hey, honey." Dave replies, a kind and calm smile on his face.
He walks forward, Molly joining his side as they enter the kitchen space in unison. The counter in the front of the island is attached to the wall, a window above the sink giving you a view of the backyard. Off to the right sits the stove, which Molly places the pizzas on.
Dave knows you're there, obviously, but he doesn't know what to say. He feels like anything that comes out of his mouth might give away the embarrassingly massive crush he has on you.
Why can't you just speak like a normal person around her?
"How was school?" he asks, deciding to address his daughters instead.
Dave's back is turned to you and the girls, opening the cabinets to take out a few plates. He also grabs four cups, noticing that Molly ordered some soda, too. Your eyes scan his figure softly, watching as the muscles in his move to reach up higher, his hands setting each plate aside meticulously once taken out of the cupboard.
"Good," Alice answers, "We have a test coming up, and a paper, too."
"Will you be able to hangout tonight?" Molly asks, turning to look at her sister.
"I honestly don't know." She replies, sighing out. "Maybe not."
Molly shrugs. "That's okay, she'll probably be over sometime soon again, anyway." She smiles and nudges your side with her elbow, prompting a small smirk to grow on your face.
Dave hopes so.
Their dad spins around, setting down a few plates, now filled with pizza. His body twists to pick up the cups, giving them to the three of you, too. He leans against the other side of the counter, directly across from you, as he picks up his slice.
"Well, I'm glad you're focusing." He says, not daring to look up at you. "You'll be graduating soon; you'll want to make sure to keep your grades up."
"I know, I know." Alice rolls her eyes, picking up her own slice.
You stare down at your food, your heartbeat pounding in your ears. Something about his voce entrances you, his presence exuding an energy you haven't felt before. And Dave feels it too, the energy behind your unspoken connection causing his throat to run dry. He clears it quickly, moving to take a sip of his Coke.
With a tint of confidence rising inside, you look up, seeing Dave with his head still tilted down. He'd eaten his piece quickly, now standing and wiping his hands off, leaning his back against the far counter near the sink. He sighs, his eyes roaming the ground before looking up and instantly locking with yours. When he does, your heart lurches into your throat, anxiety crawling across your skin. You don't look away, though, feeling drawn into some kind of bubble when the darkness of his eyes bore into yours.
Off to the side of you, Molly speaks, but neither of you listen. You continue to stare, watching as Dave's eyes flicker down to your lips before returning to your pretty orbs once again. You nibble on the corner of your lip, pulse pounding faster in your veins.
"Dad?"
"Hm? What?" Dave suddenly says, widening his eyes with a small shake of his head as he turns to face his eldest daughter.
"When will mom be home?"
Oh yeah. Her mom.
“Uh, I’m not sure, honey. She said she’s going to book club. Might be out for most of the night.”
Your grin is undeniable as you watch his reaction, stumbling out his response as he tries to hide his obvious interest. Maybe this would be a fun game to play.
“Okay,” she shrugs, Alice remaining quiet on the topic.
Deciding to remain comfortable in your own thoughts again, you think back to the various scenarios you’d pictured yourself and Dave in. There were a few times you’d lay in bed thinking about him, those very thoughts keeping you up until you pleasured them out of you. Okay, well, maybe more than just a few.
You liked to think about his voice, the small moments you got when hearing the low, sometimes raspy baritone. His chuckle back at the booth was endearing, almost cocky in nature, and it made your heart race. You also liked his physique, his height and how broad he seemed to be. The thought of running your hands along his arms and back made you shiver, made your thoughts wander further. How would his lips feel? They look so soft and full; would he like it if you bit them? His hair looks soft, too. You bet it would feel so nice to run your fingers through it, preferably with him situated above you…
“What is with everyone today? Am I not talking loud enough?” Molly asks, clearly annoyed but laughing out as if it were a joke.
“What?” you ask, narrowing your brows at her as you’re pulled back to reality.
“Do. You. Want. To. Go. Swim?” she states, raising her brows with a tilt of her head.
“Oh, yeah! Sure. But um, I didn’t bring my bathing suit.”
“That’s okay! You can borrow one of mine, if you want!” she offers, smiling brightly.
“Oh, okay.”
“Thanks for the pizza, dad. I’m sure we’ll eat more later.”
“Sure thing, sweetie.” He responds, watching Molly get up and pull you toward the stairs.
You glance back at him as you follow Molly toward the steps, his dark brown eyes centered on your figure a small shock to your system. His gaze makes you breathless, a curiously bashful smirk falling on your lips when his eyes return to yours.
Dave decides to busy himself while you spend time with his daughters. He needs to fill out some paperwork, anyway. His office is in the basement, the location making it easier to keep his things hidden away. He trots down the stairs after putting everyone’s plates in the sink, Alice heading to her own room to change, too.
“Here are all my bathing suits. I’m going to change into this one; you can pick whichever one you want.” She smiles, pulling out a drawer as she shows you her small collection.
Molly is quite a bit smaller than you, in both hips and bust. Regardless, you figure you can find something that will fit. She takes her own suit, telling you that when you’re done changing, you can join her and Alice in the backyard.
“We’ll bring towels out, too.”
“Okay, thanks.” You nod, giving her a grateful smile.
Molly was always so nice and considerate, you’re happy you can call her your friend. Most people bug you, but she’s one that doesn’t. When she leaves, you look through her drawer, eventually deciding on a dark green one-piece.
“I mean…” you murmur, looking over the suit. “I guess this’ll work. It should be fine.”
You think it’ll cover most of you, you might spill out a little on the sides, but who cares? Your clothes are downstairs in your bag, so you decide to head down there to change. It’s pretty private, anyway. The door to the basement shuts, so you feel pretty confident no one will walk in. And, if they do, you’ll have time to cover yourself.
The York’s house is amazingly large, the interior decorated quite to your liking, too. The den in the basement is extremely cozy. A large sectional sofa sits against the back wall, the flatscreen TV hung up above the dark stone fireplace. There’s a white rug that takes up most of the area around the couch, ending just past its legs. To the left of the stairs is a full kitchen with a door next to it, which you assume is a bathroom. The kitchen itself is nicer than the one in your own apartment, light gray cabinets with a deep, farmhouse sink sitting in the center. The fridge is a dazzling silver, and the countertops are black marble. The walls are a light beige, accenting the brown wood floors quite nicely. A few framed pictures of the family hang on the walls, too, along with pieces of what look to be fairly expensive art. As you walk forward, you also see a door to your right.
Hm, wonder what that is.
Your bag is on the far end of the couch, and you unzip it to put your clothes in once you’re changed. Inside, you also see your phone and laptop chargers, your laptop, a few textbooks, and some clothes to sleep in. You tie your hair up into a ponytail and begin taking off your shirt. It takes only a few seconds for you to strip down to your skin, quickly leaning down to step into the one-piece bathing suit you’d picked out. Once you’ve slipped it onto your legs and up to your hips, your head shoots up to glance around the room. You thought you’d heard some kind of rummaging, but decide to shrug it off. When you stand back up, though, about to put the straps on your shoulders, the door to the right of the stairs swiftly swings open.
Dave needed to print out some papers, heading out of his office and over to the side of the couch where the printer sits. He intended to make sure it was on, but most certainly did not expect the sight he sees now.
Whipping your head around, your cheeks flush red at the person standing a few feet behind you. A small puff of air is sucked into your mouth, your eyes widening. The side of your body is clearly shown, your lower half covered by the smooth green fabric, but your upper half completely exposed. You lift your arms at your sides, elbows bent as you attempt to hide yourself from him.
“Oh, shit!” Dave huffs out, body jumping slightly as he ducks his head down and away, now looking at the wall near the stairs. “Uh, I’m s-so sorry. I didn’t realize you’d be down here.”
The pounding in your chest takes the breath away from your lungs, shoulders rising and falling as you desperately try to take in air while still keeping your outward composure. On the inside though, you’re bursting at the seams. You chew on the corner of your lip, a staggered breath choking out of your throat, unsure of what to say. Dave shifts his weight, still half-turned away from you. His hands fidget before sliding into his front pockets, foot lightly tapping as he grows aggravated with himself. How the fuck is he going to hide himself now? He turns his hips a little more, attempting to shield the view of his obvious erection. He’d caught a glance of your chest, the side of your boob fully on display when he’d walked into the room.
The moment is tense, the silence only making it worse. It feels as if you’ve stayed in these positions for an hour, though you know it’s been only a few seconds. When you finally gain your composer, something exciting washes through you, replaying Dave’s bashful reaction in your head. You smirk, eyeing him up and down.
“Can I help you with something, Mr. York?” you almost purr, the smile on your face evident through your tone.
It’s a teasing sentence, one that furthers the blush on both your face and his. He clears his throat, raising his head but still looking away from you. His hands slide out of his pockets, rising to his hips as he taps his foot lightly a few more times, trying to calm his nerves and play cool.
“I was – I needed the printer.”
You look to your left, eyeing the machine behind the couch that rests up against the wall.
“Oh,” you respond, your voice nonchalant and soft.
Dave nearly throbs in his slacks, pinching his eyes shut and taking a deep breath. He can’t stop thinking about what he just saw.
“Well, I’m almost done.” you continue, sighing out lightly as you turn your body a bit more toward him. “I’m sorry to bother you; I didn’t mean to be in your way.”
“N-no, you’re fine. You’re not a bother.” He stutters out, tilting his head backward and releasing a rough puff of hair.
Oh god, that sounded good.
“Hm…” you hum, giggling slightly.
She knows, he thinks to himself. She fucking knows.
By the way the two of you have been acting, it’s almost turned into a game of cat and mouse, and right now, you decide to be the cat. Inching forward, you keep the top of your bathing suit down, breasts slightly swaying as you walk.
Could you really grab this man’s attention? A man of his age? He has to be, what? In his mid-forties? And he’s attractive as all hell. If you got this man to look at you, you’re sure your confidence would skyrocket. So, you decide to take a chance.
Dave doesn’t see or hear you move, his stance stiffening as he holds his breath. He’s not sure what’s going to happen next, and he’s definitely not expecting what you have planned. And while he continues controlling his breath, you approach him, not close enough to touch but most certainly enough for him to see more. The stairs remain between you, tension hanging heavy in the air. Your smirk is undeniable, a fire lighting in your belly. A pang of arousal shoots through you, your center set alight just from the anticipation that’s building. You continue forward, each step a dive into completely unknown territory. It should scare you, honestly, it should make you nervous. But right now, the only emotion you can feel is excitement.
And all of sudden, your blurry figure is in his peripheral, prompting him to turn his head to the side. Dark, unsuspecting eyes fall on your half-naked form, rising immediately and searching your own. He looks for any sign of rejection, any emotion even close to unease or alarm. When he meets your gaze, he doesn’t see any of that, and your smile only grows. Adrenaline bursts through your body as you dare to tilt your hips, turning to face him full-on. Dave’s mouth drops open when you do, his length now impossibly hard at your brazen act. You watch those deep, doe-like eyes soften as he zeros in on the body standing before him, hands falling from his hips as he turns himself toward you, too. He’s in awe; he’s speechless.
The strain of his pants is entirely noticeable now, begging to be freed and to be touched. His hidden parts tent tightly against his slacks, and your brows rise to your forehead when you see him slightly throb. It’s impressive, what you see.
You’re beside the kitchen island now, and subconsciously, your left hand rises. Whether it’s out of sudden shame or irresistible arousal, likely the ladder, you cup your left breast in hand, and Dave audibly chokes. From the cold air in the basement (at least that’s what you tell yourself), your nipples harden, and Dave watches as your soft peaks become pebbled. Your insides flutter with anticipation, with something close to need but exceeding the word entirely. The moment unlike anything you’ve ever experienced before.
Amidst the current situation, your lungs inhale a sudden and small breath, unaware you’d been refraining from taking in air. A quiet, heavy whine is sighed from Dave’s throat as his eyes focus intently on your chest as it rises and falls. He can see so much of you right now, so much more than he’d ever seen before, and you’re more mouth-watering than he’d imagined. The sports bras you often wear don’t give your beauty justice, holding your stunning body tightly together and making your breasts appear much smaller than they truly are. The curve of your waist is accentuated much more now, too, rising fully up your body and dipping above your hips.
You watch him watch you, analyzing your body and you can tell he likes what he sees. And then, Dave’s eyes unexpectedly rise to yours, his look shifting from pleasantly surprised to overtly starved. It almost makes you take a step back, the ravenous look he displays.
“Hey!”
“Jesus,” you jump, now moving to take three steps back.
Dave grunts loudly, trying to cover his surprise with a cough as his own body jolts with a turn. The bubble of your somewhat intimate moment is popped, the feel of it all dissipating into frantic fear of whoever just opened the door to the basement at the top of the stairs.
“Are you down there?” Molly calls your name, wondering why it’s taken you so long to get changed.
“Um, y – yeah.” You respond, staring at the steps from your hidden position near the island counter and hoping to God she doesn’t come down.
“Well, what’re you doing? C’mon, me and Alice are already in the pool.” She says, contemplating her descent.
“Okay, I’ll be right out!” you quickly shout back, fear crawling along your skin.
After a moment of silence, you breathe a sigh of relief, finally hearing her close the door. Dave looks over his shoulder when she does, sneaking another peak. And when your eyes relieve themselves of their intense stare at the carpeted steps, they return to his, the enticing moment returning to its full profane glory. You grin as you step forward once again, the space between your legs pulsing from the thrill of it all. You’re surprised you both resumed your silent, yet entirely stimulating interaction so quickly.
He turns and watches you approach him, your eyes blatantly lowering to stare at his erect crotch. His chest rises and falls with rapture, taking in the sight of your bare tits as if he can’t look away. And he can’t, he can’t. Because, what if this is the only time he sees you like this? He can’t believe he’s seeing you like this.
You make him think you’re walking over to him but stop short when you reach the stairs. You’re so close to him now, close enough for him to touch. The older man’s eyes fall to your chest, unable to help himself. He almost reaches out. His expression looks conflicted, almost pained. Your hands fall to the bathing suit’s straps, slowly sliding them up your arms and covering the view Dave apparently craves. When you take the entire fantasy away, those hungry eyes are forced to meet yours. You glance up the stairs to make sure no one’s there before you decide to audibly address him. Your eyes flicker to his left, the corners of your lips curling.
“The printer’s on.” You grin, finally heading up the stairs.
When you eventually caught up with the girls, you found them on the back deck. Apparently, a mole had scratched a hole into the bottom of the pool, and it was draining quickly. At this point, you and Molly are exhausted. You both had practice after school and then, for some ungodly reason, decided to practice your routines in Molly’s backyard on top of that. Being that it’s Friday night, Molly wanted to make the night fun, and now that you can’t swim and it’s getting late, she’s frustrated. She knows you were likely invited to a fraternity party tonight and skipped out on it to be here with her and worries you’re not having a good time.
After some thinking, the two of you decide to have a Twilight movie marathon. Alice had gone upstairs to study in her room, which works out because she hates the Twilight Saga movies, anyways.
“Are you okay?” you ask Molly, noticing her frowning face.
“Um, yeah. Why?” she answers, not looking at you as she grabs the TV remote.
“You just… seem a little down.”
“Did you get invited to the Delt house tonight?” she asks, fumbling with the control’s rubber buttons.
“Yeah, I did. Wait, why? Does that bother you?” you ask, wondering if that, of all things, is what she’s been upset about.
Molly shrugs, finally glancing over at you. “Feel like you would’ve had a better time there.” She mumbles, chewing on the corner of her lip.
“What?” you laugh, raising a brow. “If you think I’d rather be at some frat house than here with you, then you’ve lost your damn mind.”
That makes Molly laugh, which in turn makes you smile. Molly is truly one of the best people you think you’ve ever met. The two of you were so comfortable with each other, gravitating toward one another the moment you met. It’s as if you’d always known her.
“Look, why don’t you find the movies and grab the pizza, and I’ll go get some extra blankets, alright?” you bargain, deciding that a single blanket won’t be enough for you in the York’s chilly basement.
“Okay,” she sighs with a nod, her mood seeming to lift.
Molly tells you where the spare blankets are, each of you splitting off into your own tasks. What you told her was true; there’s no way in hell you’d pass up hanging out with Molly to see some stupid, sweaty boys. And… seeing her dad might be a plus, too.
The room with the spare blankets is easy enough to find, being that it’s right at the top of the stairs. At the end of the hall, you notice that a door is slightly ajar. You assume it to be the master bedroom, eyeing the modern interior of it. A pang of guilt surges through your gut when you’re suddenly reminded that Dave is married. You shouldn’t have done that earlier. Thinking about him in your own head is one thing, fucking flashing the man is another.
You do your best to shove your remorseful feelings aside, wanting to have a nice night with Molly without the thoughts of your impulsive actions getting in the way. With a firm hand on the knob, you twist it, swinging open the door to the guest room. You assume it will be a general setup, but when you flick on the light, you’re met with something a bit different. The sheets are a little disheveled, a phone sits on the right nightstand connected to a charger, with a glass of water sitting beside it. There’s also a pair of shoes at the foot of the bed, and a laptop sitting on the sheets.
When Dave walks out of the master bedroom to see the guest room light on, his eyes widen with panic. He hastily jogs down the hall to see who it is, trying to gather some sort of last-minute excuse in his mind. Whichever daughter found his new living arrangement will undoubtedly expect an explanation as to why their father is sleeping in a separate room.
“Oh, um… hi.”
You heard Dave’s heavy footsteps down the hall, turning around just in time to see him arrive in the doorway. His brows narrow slightly; you’re not the person he expected to be in here.
“I, um…” you gesture behind you, an awkward movement fitting for an awkward situation. Though not quite as strange as the event you’d created earlier in the basement. “Molly said there’s, some uh, some blankets… in here.”
“Oh,” Dave quietly replies, taking a gulp as he attempts to calm his racing mind. “Yeah, uh, I think – I think they’re in here.” He says, taking too quick of step into the room and moving beside you.
The carpet moves slightly as you shift on your feet, trying to get out of his way. He goes to the closet on the far side of the room, opening it to grab an armful of the extra blankets Carol had set aside.
“Thanks,” you stutter out, allowing him to drop the heavy comforters in your arms.
Your eyes meet when the two of you glance up, instantly darting away. You shift on your feet, moving your arms to gain a better grasp on the blankets.
“Yeah, sure.” He nods, hands on his hips as he looks away.
You stand there for a little too long, unsure of what to say but quickly deciding there’s nothing else that needs to be said as you turn to walk away. But Dave on the other hand, he decides to speak.
“Hey,”
It almost makes him chuckle when you turn around, your eyes just barely peaking over the mountain of blankets in your arms. And while his chuckle doesn’t slip out, his smile certainly does, and it makes your stomach buzz with butterflies.
“Uh, Molly and Alice… they aren’t – they don’t know about this. Me, sleeping in here.”
All at once, the realization hits you. He and Carol may not be together anymore; are they separated? And how do they pull it off with Alice and Molly (partly) still living at home? What’s the exact situation here?
“Oh, um… o – okay.”
“So, please don’t tell them.”
“I won’t.” you promise with a light shake of your head.
Since you’re both talking, you figure now is as good a time as ever to muster up the courage for your apology. Whether he’s married or not, you’re not sure you should’ve made that advance. You set the blankets down beside the door, brushing a stray hair behind your ear as you stand.
“I’m sorry, if earlier… if I made you uncomfortable.”
And his next words, well, they shock you, they make you happy. And maybe Dave’s shocked, too, but he knows it’s the truth.
“You didn’t.”
Chapter Three: What You Need
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