#because spoiler alert I do actually need to be told if you want something done. I'm autistic. I don't take clues very well

[jade-jini]

My brain still has some g!p loser virgin Minjeong left so I need to keep talking do not shut me up.

(I need her deep in my *cars collapse*)

Ok clearly she ain’t a virgin anymore lmao but still she’s not experienced at all. You’re surprisingly patient with her:’) guiding her through the basics of it. She was very eager to learn how to eat you out. So when she first did it it was both messy but also so good. “So this is your clit, right?” She asked softly touching it with the tip of her finger, lying in between your legs nsfndk loser. “Yes. Remember what I told you?” “The more I stimulate it the better you feel?” “Good puppy. Do you wa- holy fuck Minjeong!” You couldn’t even finish and she was already licking it up and down 😭 like yeah it felt nice but she was being so messy and impatient you actually had to grab her hair and slowly guide her. Which ended up in you basically fucking her mouth. That day she was so focused on ONLY eating your pussy and using her fingers. She wanted to get better at it and make you proud :( so she kept going until the only reason you were grabbing her hair was because of how good she was making you feel.

“Is that good y/n?” She’d ask while looking up at you and smdnfk those puppy eyes I’m telling you. “So good puppy, you’re so good…” you’d moan while patting her head and that made her so happy.

Minjeong is such an impatient puppy when she’s inside you, so you teach her how to have a less erratic pace, grabbing her hips and guiding her when she’s the one on top, or fucking yourself on her cock when she’s behind you (which she loves even after she gets better). And of course, the more you fuck the better she got at not.. coming so fast dnndkd.

You can’t be too good and patient tho, you torture her a bit and that’s where cockwarming comes in the picture 😌( mainly the reason I wanted to continue writing shdjdjw). You’d take her home after class and since you’ve been teasing her all day, she assumes you guys are gonna have a lot of fun once you’re at your place and she’s so excited already lol. So when you explained to her that you were gonna watch a movie she was a little confused but, nonetheless was ok with spending time with you. Oh but poor thing.. didn’t know what was coming (spoiler alert: not her for a while). You guys were chilling at the sofa, when suddenly you started unzipping her pants which she willingly took off, silently grateful to know all that teasing wasn’t for nothing. When you also took yours off and slowly sat on her shaft, she was quick to grab you and start moving you up and down on it and Omg it felt so good you almost forgot what the plan was. Ah yeah- cockwarming. “Wait-Omg wait minjeong.” “Hm? what’s wrong y/n? Did I hurt you?” She asked worried and immediately stopped sndjdjf why did she have to be so cute all the time. “No no, but there’s something I want us to try today ok? Just stay still, don’t move.” And so she did. But you see, being inside you and not being able to move was so hard for her that not even 20 seconds went by and she was already asking you “w-what do I do now? When can I move?” “Once the movie is done. But you’re gonna go through the whole almost 2 hours without coming, ok?” “..What?!” She gulped. Wdym not coming?! What did she do? Jeongie didn’t understand if this was some type of punishment because nothing sounded crueler than that. You quickly turned around, now facing her and grabbed her face to softly explained to her that she didn’t do anything wrong. You used the excuse of “this will help you last longer”. And she doesn’t have the brain to fact-check on that so she just trusts you 😭. She just wants to make you feel good so she’ll do whatever you ask her for even if it was something as hard as this.

Ofc you didn’t make it easy for her tho. You didn’t only move a little bit throughout the movie, but also left little kisses and praise her from time to time. She’d only hug you closer to her and whimper, trying her best not to lose it. After a little more than an hour tho she was already begging you to please let her come lol and you almost gave in but no! She could hold it in a little longer. She wanted to prove she was your good girl right? So she better behave. Poor girl almost looked in actual pain, sobbing against your chest while she hugged you, whispering how good your pussy felt and how much she needed to come inside it and ughhhh- the rest of the movie was as painful for her as it was for you. Once it was over tho you made sure to reward her and ride her so good ‘till her legs were shaking dndkfnjd. (The pic of minjeong sitting down with that dark shirt-).

She gets touchy too 😳 whenever she gets horny she goes behind you and holds you by the waist, her hand dangerously getting closer to your boobs, but if it’s in public you just look at her, daring her to actually do it. Ofc, she doesn’t 😭 so she just groans and stays holding you. If you’re alone tho she will grab them and get your ass right against her already hard dick, silently begging you for some attention. When y’all fucking her hands will travel everywhere; from spanking your ass, to grabbing your legs, playing with your boobs, grabbing you by the neck 😩specially when she’s behind you, holding you closer and closer to her and you can be sure sometimes you’ll have marks on your skin.

teaching her not only how to pleasure you, but also teaching her things she could do while you’re both far from each other 🙊. A lot of phone sex. Making her masturbate for you either on FaceTime or simple call, talking her through it. If it’s regular call then you’d tell her to describe exactly what she was doing for you. She does it but gets so lost in pleasure she ends up mumbling and moaning. “Hmmgh y/n… I need you here.. I m-miss you so much.. please..”. Also controlling when she comes. Making her touch herself fast then slow then fast again and once you finally tell her to come for you she makes a complete mess in her hand. Telling her to clean it for you and to show you 😳 she looks so hot doing it it makes you fantasize about if you were the one with the dick and how you’d make her suck you off- I’m losing myself rn one second one second.

So yeah anyway girlie ends up becoming so good at fucking you 😳 and she’s so proud of herself.

“You’re such a good fucktoy, just mine. Aren’t you, puppy?”

“Yes y/n, only yours…”

[sivyera]

Forms of non-sexual intimacy with HTTYD characters

ft. hiccup, astrid, ruffnut, tuffnut, snotlout, fishlegs, grimmel

⤷ Hiccup

Common shower/bath; this is one of the most intimacy you could have. Hiccup loves every inch of you and your body. Hiccup come often really tired from Great Hall and he is in stress because of his chief responsibilities. So everything he want at the end of the week is you. He doesn't care what you two will do, he just wants to be with you. But you are tired as well so shower/bath is the best option. Hot trickles of water running down your aching bodies and he have you in a tight hug. Like this he is in paradise.

⤷ Astrid

Endlessly trusting each other; Astrid have trust issues like big trust issues. And I don't think that you trust everyone immediately. But what Astrid knew in this world is that she can trust you. She trust you with her life, with Stormfly, with everything she have. She knows she can come to you even with the smallest thing. She hope you trust her just as much as she trust you. She is vulnerable around you, but she knows that nothing will happen to her, because when she with you she is the happiest girl in the world.

⤷ Ruffnut

Sharing memories; She have some memories that she doesn't like talking about. These memories are embarrassing or sensitive. Some of them even Tuffnut doesn't know about. She loves be with in in a bed and just talk about everything that comes on her mind. Sometimes she got lost about what she was talking about and tell you something she doesn't want to. She get always little flustered because she doesn't want you to look at her any different. When you told her you like her no matter what embarrassing things she ever done, she was so happy.

⤷ Tuffnut

Having a humor only you two understand; this might sound stupid but let me explain. I think Tuffnut have his own humor that no one understand and he might be a little insecure about it. You know, he tell a joke but everyone are quiet and have a neutral face, maybe Ruffnut give some cocky comment about Tuffnut. But when you actually laugh at one of his jokes, his all face bright up and he showed up the biggest smile. So now he comes to you and tell you every joke he knows and he never fail with making you smile. He loves your smile.

⤷ Snotlout

Little touches; Snotlout have anxiety because of his father. And sometimes it get to the point he have anxiety attack so he needed to find a way how to calm down if one of the anxiety attack comes in front of people. When you saw that he is getting anxious you touched his leg with your pinkie and softly stroke up and down. At first he looked confused but after a few minutes he realized that he is calm now and that you helped him. Now he is always holding your pinkie or is close to you when he feels anxious.

⤷ Fishlegs

Encourage each other; Fishlegs is very excited when is a talk about dragons and he knows so much about them. He can talk whole day and night about dragons. He gets also really creative like making cards with them etc... So when you listen to him or say something interesting about them he was the happiest. He loves learning new things about dragons so you became his study buddy. When you encourage him to continue learning new things he was over the moon.

⤷ Grimmel

Protecting each other; I don't think that Grimmel have someone who truly care about him nor protecting him. When he finds that you care about him, he was really surprised. He never thought someone would care for him. So now his job is protect you with his life and your job is protect him. Fighting by his side and always have each other's back. He often thinking about how lucky he is to have you. Does he deserve someone like you? That was the question he asked himself pretty often. Spoiler alert: he does deserve you.

[the-converse-high-top]

this is going to sound really fucked up but i just need to say it i think.

I never realized that people could actually care. I always thought that the depictions of friendship in movies and TV shows were over-the-top portrayals, and weren't things that actually happened. This was then exacerbated by the fact that my entire life I always wanted people to just Know How I Was Feeling like they do on TV and I found out that that's Not How It Works. I always thought I was naive for caring so much about my friends and for doing nice things for them out of the blue, and I always resented myself for resenting my parents for not doing more for me as a child.

So when I got to uni, and my friends started caring about me and asking if I was ok when I looked sad and doing nice things for me, I didn't know what to do with myself. It was the nicest thing anyone had ever done for me in a long time. When I was staying with a friend, and she said that she left the window open in the room I was going to be staying in because I liked it to be cold when i sleep, I bluescreened. I didn't know how to respond. It is quite literally one of the nicest things anyone had ever done for me. No one had ever paid that much attention to the things I liked. Every year on my birthday it was either a gamble if I would get something I actually wanted from my parents (spoiler alert: I was often disappointed) or I would just have to straight up tell them what I wanted. I got accustomed to the latter, and now I don't mind, but receiving two gifts from friends about languages this year made me realize that I could have it so much better.

And don't even get me started on online friends. I sort of thought that everyone was lying about them? Or that it was something unattainable, and reserved only for God's Chosen Favorites or something. But no, there are little people in my phone who care about me. They legitimately care about me as much as I care about them. I've been nervous to ask them about their well-being because I'm still nervous about being naive and getting a wake-up call that no one cares again, but after being told that they were worried about me when I overslept, I think i should know that I'm in the clear. And that's not even including all the times they tell me to go to bed when it's late, and when they ping me about things I may enjoy or things I was involved in.

All this is to say I guess that I'm touched that people remember my existence. It makes me feel good to be wanted. I will be eternally grateful to both my irl and online friends who made me realize that just because my parents or my friends from home didn't care enough to remember what I like or to go out of their way to do nice things for me, it doesn't mean that no one will. I need to step up and do more for you guys. I trained myself to push down my desire to help and check in with people because I thought I was betting on something that I'd never get in return, but now I know I can.

Thank you all, and I love you 💚

[an-au-blog]

The college au is so full of angst I’m trying o come up with fluff set after a possible „talking it out“ scenario and just love the idea of Buggy at a party with a bunch of folks he doesn’t know feeling out of his area. He’s not technically a shy guy, he’s pretty outgoing if anything actually, that’s how he met Alvida and Mohji and „Mr. Three“ Galdino and so on and so forth, but Shanks is truly just the life of the party, Shanks talks to everyone and makes them feel welcome and everyone seems to absolutely love Shanks, as opposed to Buggy, who’s keenly aware his abrasive personality scares people off unless they are forced to spend more time with him (Or if they are like Alvida and can just dish out as much as he can)

So he nurses a little solo cup on his own and stews in his misery until Shanks suddenly drops next to him onto the couch and snuggles up to him all happy and affectionate. They banter a little until someone comes in to ask Shanks if he wants to come out and play Mario Party with everyone, before glancing at Buggy and inviting him along mostly to be polite, but Shanks is just in pure affection mode all „I’ll join you guys later. Have you met my boyfriend? This is Buggy, I told you about him.“ „Yeah you mentioned you have-„ „Buggy I just got done talking to uhhh-*snap snap* Pardon me I forgot your name- but she was telling me about that makeup channel she has and I told her „My boyfriend does absolutely AMAZING special effects makeup.“ and showed her the stuff you did for my Halloween costume and she asked me where I got the coat from and I just went „Get this, he also does sewing in his spare time and-„ Just completely in worshipping boyfriend mode until the other party , obviously not interested in listening to this, excuses herself.

By the end of the night Shanks is just resting his head in Buggys lap , clearly content with himself and his place in the world while Buggy is still processing that his boyfriend loves him so much he will just introduce Buggy as his boyfriend without a second thought, something he always doubted would happen, because … he’s Buggy and who wouldn’t at least slightly cringe at introducing him because… he’s Buggy. And also that Shanks thinks so much of him he is will absolutely talk peoples ears off when he gets the chance.

Idk what kind of psychic reading shit you're doing but it's working because I'm so serious when I tell you I'm in the middle of writing chapter 7 and (spoiler alert ig) there's gonna be a party in it ahaha

But don't worry, there's no actual angst yet, the real angst lays ahead, but don't worry, I always sprinkle fluff for balance.

Also I have plans for Alvida, but I will steal the idea of him meeting Mohji and Galdino through a party lol ':)

But ohhh goodness this is the cutest thing ever! I adore self-conscious Buggy and clingy Shanks :''D

Anyway have a little party-goer addition to this:

Buggy went to the party only because Shanks did. In fact it wasn't just because of him, he made sure at least Alvida came as well but she canceled last minute. So now the only person he knew was his social-butterfly boyfriend.

Something odd kept on happening though. People kept on recognizing him. The first time it happened Buggy thought they would giggle behind his back or insult him, but they recognized him as "Shanks's boyfriend" and started talking about how he'd talk about him all the time.

Buggy then thought that they were saying that out of politeness, but they kept bringing up things Shanks had said and the way it sounded was almost as if Shanks was praising him. No... showing off maybe? Which was confusing for him because what was there to be proud of anyway?? Regardless, anyone who recognized him from Shanks's stories or because of how much he mentioned him, seemed to have a good opinion of Buggy. Which was enough for now.

At some point Buggy has had enough being around people and decides he needs a break. Preferably a snack break. He found the way to the kitchen and rummaging through it he finds a half eaten box of ice cream. Only problem is he needs to sneak out back to eat it or else someone might want some and he can't be giving ot charity! That's the ice cream he rightfully stole, bo one could take it from him!

So he sneaks out and Shanks somehow finds him. Shanks is a bit worried Buggy isn't having fun but Buggy is worried Shanks will eat his dessert.

They sit next to each other, staring at the moon with half a box of ice cream. After two spoons of silence Buggy finally gives in.

Buggy: fiiiiiine, I give up

Shanks, panicking that something happened and he missed it and he's too tipsy to be adequate: wh- huh?

Buggy tilting the box to his boyfriend: You can have some. You were looking for a good time to ask right?

Shanks: Well no... *takes it anyway*

Shanks: I thought you were running away to be honest... hiding...

Buggy: Running - no. Hiding - yes, this ice cream is way too good to be shared. I'm taking an ice cream break, like a snack break but better because I found this treasure *gestures to the box as if he's in a commercial*

Shanks giggles a bit. He can see the moon's radiance off his boyfriend and he feels so lucky at that moment.

Shanks: You're sharing it with me though

Buggy: You don't count, at this point you're like an extension of my own body. You're inevitable... I bet that makes you happy, huh

Shanks absolutely smittened taking about spoon: Yeah, it does.

Shanks, jokingly: I hope you never get rid of me

Buggy: Well now you sound like a curse- hey, hey, hey, stop eating my ice cream

They finish the ice cream and dump it in a random garbage can hoping no one saw them. They also google it finding it was extremely expensive and pray to whoever's listening no one noticed them sneaking out and back in with a spoon gull of evidence.

this makes me wonder if i should leave a couple of chapters as epilogue just for fluff... I'll think about it...

[commonmexicanname]

We were told visually that Aziraphale would become the Supreme Archangel

When we are first introduced to Aziraphale and Crowley, they are facing the right side of the screen, what a lot of us link to being east. Makes sense since he's guarding the eastern gate.

But Az is on the left and after this, Az faces the left side of the screen. From their introduction, he's almost always to the left or facing the left side of the screen.

"Yes, the angel is always on the left. We've known that! It's supposed to represent the angel being on your left shoulder."

Right, but you know what else is represented on the left?

I can't claim that this was all done on purpose from the very beginning, but it was fun finding this. We were shown from the very beginning that Aziraphale would replace Gabriel and become the Supreme Archangel.

Then again, it could all have just been a coincidence.

What do the hands of God mean?

I asked myself the same thing! Welcome to the brain rot religious rabbit hole portion of this post. Running away is encouraged.

When I found this connection, I decided to delve a little deeper to see what exactly are the symbolisms and meanings behind the left hand of God. I was hoping to see if there was anything about being the left hand of God was somehow connected to Aziraphale and could give us a fun "this is sooo him" description. Kinda like getting the results of a personality test!

Spoiler alert, there isn't much to go off on:

The left hand is paradoxical, you say? It works in indirect and subtle ways? Almost sounds like the actions and decisions of a certain angel! It was a good start, until I kept going.

I couldn't find a lot of bible quotes about the left hand of God. What I did find were people's thoughts and interpretations of the left hand. There wasn't really a consensus because whenever I'd find one speculation or explanation, I'd find something that contradicted it. Some say it represents judgement, some say it represents a "self-deification and bow to no one" attitude. In some beliefs, the left hand represents evil and those who are born left handed were forced to use their right hand instead, although that's mostly a thing of the past now. Simply put, all I found were people disagreeing about what the left hand is all about. (heh) It's all a bit... complicated.

Then I pulled back and noticed that the conversations of the left hand reminded of the conversations around Aziraphale. Then my brain spiraled into thinking that maybe, just maybe, the fact that there's disagreement on the left hand was actually what the creators wanted the fandom to be like with Aziraphale. To cause this whole "actually bad! actually good!" contradictory thinking. That is the left hand is Aziraphale connection my brain latched on, the people's conversation! MIND BLOWINGLY CREATIVE WRITING IF INTENTIONAL!

*deep breath* Anyway!

If I now convinced myself to think God's Left Hand is Aziraphale coded, what about the Right Hand and it's meaning? Well, it just so happens that there are so many quotes about God's right hand:

10 So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand. 11 All who rage against you will surely be ashamed and disgraced; those who oppose you will be as nothing and perish. Isaiah 41

That sounds rather protective to me. Almost as protective as a certain demon towards a certain angel. So far so good! Very generally speaking though, the right hand represents the power of a god. The very general consensus is that the right hand of God represents omnipotence. Something an occult being would need in order to say... create stars, galaxies, nebulas and even stop time.

Hmm, I wonder who is the right hand of God...

Ah darn, so close. That could've worked so well with a certain demon always being on the right.

A demon that got to hang out with the right hand of God...

Jesus said to James and John: "but to sit at my right hand or at my left is not for me to grant, but it is for those for whom it has been prepared." Mark 10:40

It could all still just be a serendipitous and unplanned coincidence.

[hxney-lemcn]

No One Like You — Hunter x gn! reader

Summery: Reader joins the gang as they try and stop Amity's mom from supplying the emperor's coven with any more abomitons.

tw: Spoilers for season 2 episode 20.

wc: 1.6k

Chapter Fourteen

Master List | Chapter One

“You guys almost done over there?” Willow asked through the crow phone.

I looked over at Hunter as he laid in my bed reading a book, “Yo, Hunster, you ready?” 

He looked up from his book and cringed, “Please never call me that again. But sure.”

I laughed lightly and spoke back to Willow, “Yeah, we are.” 

“Cool,” Willow breathed out. She then told us where to meet them. I looked out my window and saw that the sun was about to set.

Standing up I pulled on a light overcoat, “C’mon love, they’re expecting us, like, now.” 

Hunter stared at me, his entire being froze, and blushed like there’s no tomorrow…well that’s a possibility but let's not think about that. 

“What’s up?” I asked, tying up my shoes.

“I-I uh…” Hunter stuttered. “That’s a new one.”

“New what?” I asked, genuinely confused.

“Th…the, do you actually…” Hunter was stumbling over his sentences. “The pet name…y-you called me l-love.”

My eyes widened and I felt myself flush, “O-oh. I didn’t even notice.”

“It’s okay…” Hunter trailed off, trying to regain his composure. We then made our way down the stairs, said goodbye to my parents and left. Meeting up with Willow and Gus in the forest outside of Blight Manor.

“Hunter!” Gus shouted as we landed. “My man!” They did their little handshake and I laughed lightly. It made me so happy to see Hunter having friends and getting along with them.

“How was visiting your parents?” Willow questioned me. 

“It was nice,” I smiled. “We didn’t run into any coven scouts, and my moms were very concerned for us. But after explaining everything they understood.”

“That’s good,” Willow smiled. 

“What?” I heard Luz shout. I spun around to see her shout at someone flying away. “I don’t need a security escort!”

“Did you hear that guys?” Willow spoke up. 

“Yeah, no,” Gus agreed. “I guess we’ll have to go home. Well it’s been fun.” Willow and I laughed and we all faced her. 

“See you around, Luz the human,” I ended. 

“Wait, wait, wait,” Luz repeated, tears in her eyes. We ran towards each other for a group hug. “Of course I want you around! I’m so happy. And confused. I thought you were all hiding after what happened at Hexside.”

“They were,” Hunter chimed in. “But then they heard Darius ordered me to protect you.”

“More like he begged us to come because he’s terrified of being recognized,” Gus teased. Hunter looked down sad and I pecked his cheek in reassurance. 

“Hunter, are you really up for this?” Luz questioned in concern. “You must be dealing with a lot after learning-”

“That Belos is evil?” Hunter exclaimed in fake cheeriness. “Don’t worry, I’m A-OK!” Hunter looked towards me with that giant fake smile and I pecked his nose this time. 

“What the…” Luz trailed off. 

“This is what happens when you go missing for a week,” Willow said nonchalantly. As she walked towards us and Hunter walked to Luz, whispering something. I decided to let him have his privacy and focused on Willow and Gus. 

After they finished, we all rushed to the side of the manor. Gus used the artifact he got from Graye to check for any illusions. Good thing too, because we saw a hidden scout. Luz bound them with vines and Hunter apologized to them. We were then attacked by an abomiton and I quickly lunged for the head before it could alert anyone. Willow wrapped the arms and legs in vines, and brought them into the ground. We then continued our heist, running to the other side of the manor and stood outside a lit window, showing Amity’s shadow. Luz went up and we waited below on guard. 

“So you two…” Gus trailed off, looking between Hunter and I. “How long did you think you could hide it?”

“H-hide what?” Hunter asked, scared, clutching his staff. “We’re not hiding anything!”

Willow raised an eyebrow, “He’s right Gus. With (y/n) kissing him all the time, they’re clearly not hiding anything.” 

I covered my face with my hands and totally didn’t make the weirdest noise ever, “Shut up don’t point it out!”

Gus and Willow laughed, and Hunter chuckled awkwardly, “Right, that.”

“So you two are dating!” Gus accused, pointing at us. 

“Yeah,” Hunter shrugged, turning away with his face bright red. “What of it? You got a problem?”

“Calm down,” Willow giggled. “We’re not judging, you two are adorable!” 

Glancing up, I saw Amity and Luz looking back down. We all walked towards the front of the house as we went over the plan. We hid in the bush, waiting for Kikimora to come. And she did, in very casual wear. She has definitely seen better days. Casting an illusion, Gus made us all look like coven scouts and we hurried into the house. We stood around like we were on guard as Mrs. Blight tried to sell Kikimora on a abomitron. We split from the actual coven scouts and looked into the workroom.

“Ahem,” Mrs. Blight fake cleared her throat. We turned around. “These rooms are off limits.” 

“Mrs. Blight!” Hunter exclaimed, saluting. “Kikimora told us of your products. Such inventions would be invaluable assets to the Emperor’s coven.” 

“Yeah!” Luz agreed. “And we are all about invaluable assets.”

“Can’t get enough of em,” Gus chimed in. 

“I’m an asset gal myself,” Willow said. 

“I apologize for the trouble,” Hunter spoke up, pushing Gus. “We’ll return to our duties.” 

We walked away only for Kikimora to cut us off, “I knew I recognized that annoying voice.” 

We all bolted to the exit, only to be blocked by the abomiton and scout we took down outside. We all backed up and Gus tripped, revealing our identities. Being surrounded on all sides, we were trapped.

Literally. Since they caged us using a forcefield. Amity tried to knock some sense into her mom as she revealed that Edric and Emira tried to steal the ship. Her mother was…really something. Amity tried to break out while Kikimora taunted Hunter. 

“Leave him alone!” I shouted, standing in front of him protectively. 

“I’m surprised the human is even here,” Kikimora continued, ignoring me. “Aren’t all your friends at the day of unity?” Luz gasped. “Oh that's right,” Kikimora said offhandedly. “The Emperor has eyes everywhere, and they’re all pointed at the Owl Lady.” I felt dread as she said that. 

Luz whispered something to Gus and he agreed hesitantly. Then Gus switched Luz and Hunter, and I knew what they were up to. Suddenly the forcefield supposedly broke and Amity questioned how she managed to do that.

“No,” A voice spoke up. “It was the power of science. But you almost had it sweetie.” That must be Amity’s dad. “Odalia, the Emperor is planning to wipe out everyone with a draining spell,” He explained. “And our abominations are helping him do it.” Odalia looked at her nails like this was old news and Mr. Blight gasped, “You already knew?”

“What he does with our products is none of our business,” She replied like it was simple. “What is my business is keeping my family ahead of the rest. You’re welcome, everyone.” Mr. Blight’s face went red and Odalia just scoffed, “There you go making that face. This is why I don’t tell you things. With the Emperor's favor, we’ll live like royalty in the new world. Crowns and everything!” Okay she’s deranged. 

“This is too much, even for you,” Mr. Blight said softly. 

He used his abomitons to fight Odalia, and she fought back with her oracle magic. Kikimora took ‘Hunter’ and Mr. Blight tried to block her exit. She barreled through with her abomitron and Amity used the abomination goop to try and keep Kikimora stuck. Then Willow summoned vines to hit Kikimora, but Kikimora held ‘Hunter’ as a human shield. Coward. I then summonded a magic circle to grant me beast wings and flew towards ‘Hunter’, only for Kikimora to blast at me, causing me to tumble to the ground. Gus then used illusion magic to make the environment go dark. Shooting was heard as Kikimora finally blasted the ceiling and broke the illusion.

“I don’t need all you creteins,” She hissed. “But this one is mine.” She then blasted off using jetpacks.

“Ha!” Mr. Blight exclaimed. “The jetpack actually works!” He laughed, then groaned, “Oh. The jetpack actually works.”

Abomitons surrounded us once more as Odalia stood in front of us, “Well, since we’re finished with that little mess, let’s get back to business, shall we?”

“You!” Amity shouted in anger. “I am never speaking to you again.” “You’ll thank me later when you’re a literal princess, princess,” Odalia replied. “It’s what's best for the family.”

“What’s best for the family, is putting an end to all this,” Mr. Blight replied. He then destroyed the factory and shut down the abomitons. 

“You’re destroying our life's work!” Odalia exclaimed, enraged. “I won’t let you destroy it any further.” She stood, summoning a spirit, while we all stood defensively.

“The work is already finished,” Mr. Blight stated. “Also, I quit.” 

“Fine,” Odalia surrendered. “I was meaning to find a more competent business partner anyway. And you won’t be getting your severance package.” She then left through the steam.

“Oh Titan,” Mr. Blight cried out. “That was terrifying.”

Then Willow ran towards the abandoned ship, and we all followed. 

“C’mon stupid thing,” Willow said frustratedly, pulling on levers. “We have to follow them!” “Dad, can you use that thing to shut down the abominations at the head?” Amity asked, helping Willow.

“You’re going to rescue your friend,” He said, shocked. We all stared at him, “You’ll need a pilot. And Luz, I apologize for Odalia, you are always welcome at our home.” Mr. Blight touched ‘Luz’s shoulder, breaking the spell and revealing Hunter. “I’m confused.”

“What’s going on?” Amity asked in fear. 

“I’m sorry,” Hunter apologized. “It happened so fast. I didn’t even realize what was going on until she was gone!”

“She…she wanted to protect you,” Gus said weakly. “And Eda.”

“Then that means,” Willow whispered looking up.

“She’s being taken to Belos,” Amity finished.

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[toxicanonymity]

Corey and I write a fic

2.5k words | Corey x everyone 

Corey and I are writing our ongoing fic and bickering about what a mess he’s making by fucking everyone.  This is goofy AF but also pretty accurate at times. Jake & Amir AU, kind of?

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[Rock Bottom Ch 2, , Corey watches through a window and jerks off while Michael fucks Y/N.  Michael leaves her on the floor alive]

Corey: That was hot AF.  I could watch Michael fuck Y/N all day. 

Me: Are you excited about your next scene with Michael? We just have a little transition, then-

Corey:  Wait. We’re just going to leave Y/N on the floor like that?

Me: Yeah.

Corey: Wow.

Me: Don’t look at me like that. Come on.

Corey: I just feel like we’re not done here. . . 

Corey gazes at Y/N hornily. 

Me: Oh my god, you literally JUST came. 

Corey:  Why’d you give her a name then?

Me: Is that how you think this works? If someone has a name, you need to fuck them?

Corey shrugs.

Corey: I don’t know why you’d give her a name then leave her on the floor like that and make me leave.

Me: Because this story is about you and Michael.  

Corey: I know, as it should be.  And wow, I’m suddenly getting really thirsty.

Me: No. . . 

Corey: Do you know how much of Michael's cum is inside Y/N right now?  Do you really think I’d let that go to waste? 

Me: Oh, no. 

Corey: You know the answer. It's right in here.

Corey acts like he’s going to pat his heart, then veers to his pants.

Me: I mean, it’s pretty nasty. 

Corey: We love nasty.

Me: I’m just not sure the readers–

Corey: Fuck the readers.  That’s what you’re always telling me. 

Me: Not in that w--You know what? You’re right.  You can't let his cum go to waste. FML.

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[Rock Bottom Ch 3: Corey gives Y/N head, ravenous for Michael’s cum]

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Corey: I told you that was going to be hot.

Me: I guess we’ll find out if anyone else thinks so.  Happy now? Can we go? 

Corey:  While I’m here, I should spend some time with her, talk to her about Michael and stuff. 

Me: Okay, good idea. 

Corey: And maybe one thing leads to another. . .

Me: Oh my god, seriously?? You just came twice in like 15 minutes. 

Corey: But have you come? 

Me: Y/N just came, too! Like really hard!

Corey:  Wow, thanks for clarifying - I wasn't sure about that when you said I could feel her pulsations through my nose. 

Corey rolls his eyes. 

Corey: I'm not asking about Y/N.  I’m asking about you.  

Me: *blushes* that’s actually none of your business. 

Corey: It's completely my business. I'm inside you. 

Bright red, squirming, shrinking into my shirt.

Corey:  Yeah, exactly. What about what *you* want? I know you want me to fuck her. 

Me: I want to progress the story and that won't happen if you can’t go 5 min without getting off.  

Corey: It doesn’t have to be right away.  She and I could spend the whole night together. 

Me: Look, we’ll write you a one-shot later.  We’re never going to get back to Michael  if you stop to fuck everyone you see. 

Corey: I can’t help myself.  Michael let me live, and now I’m "sluttified."

Me: Yeah, apparently so. 

Corey: And you don’t want to explore that?

Deep in thought, trying not to be manipulated. 

Me: Ugh, you know I have a soft spot for your sluttification. I know we joke about it, but I do think there's something to it. Like Michael's energy bores this hole in you and it becomes this growing void of darkness only he can fill. But naturally, you try. . .

Corey:  So let me and Y/N fill each other's voids for a night. 

Sigh.

Corey: Please, I don’t want to go home to Joan.

Me: Yeah, I guess I don’t want you to either. 

Corey: Spoiler alert, I’ll think about Michael at least a little bit when I fuck her.  I know that turns you on.

Me: . . .Alright, go ahead. 

Corey: Can I wear her clothes while I do it?

Me: Absolutely.

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[Rock Bottom Ch 3: Corey spends the night with Y/N]

[Rock Bottom Ch 4: Corey brings Mulaney to Michael and they kill him together in that extremely sexual scene from the movie, then Michael and Corey have their first sexual moment.] 

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Corey: Can Y/N come back now?

Me: What? I just gave you that hot moment with Michael and you want Y/N back? You literally just felt Michael’s hard cock against you.

Corey: Yeah and you’re the one who didn’t let him fuck me yet. 

Me: Yet? Look, I’m still not sure–

Corey: You didn’t even let me suck his dick 

Me: I promise you will have his dick in your mouth soon. I just felt like we weren’t quite there yet. 

Corey (pouting): So you’re giving me an incapacitating case of blue balls?

Me: Gross, don't say that. IDK wtf I’m doing.

Corey: She admits it! If I'm going to jerk off again, can I at least watch Michael fuck Y/N?

Me: You're not going to jerk off. Plus, you’ve already watched Michael fuck Y/N.

Corey: I've watched Michael fuck Y/N at a crime scene. But have I watched them surrounded by skeletons?? Have we even acknowledged Michael as a cannibal?

Me: Ugh, I would really like to make it through at least one chapter without you jerking off. If at all possible.  

Corey:  Fine, but I can still watch them, right? Maybe I’m trying not to be seen this time, so it’s kinda different? Dangerous?

Me: You want to watch them without jerking off? . . . Are you cool with coming in your pants?

Corey: Always. Come on, you know this. 

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[Rock Bottom Ch 4 : Corey secretly watches Michael fuck Y/N, then leaves on his motorcycle]

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Me: Where are you going? 

Corey: To fuck Allyson.

Rubbing my temples. 

Me: This is too much.

Corey: Michael and Y/N are busy.

Me: So? You JUST came!  You don't need to be fucking someone every second. 

Corey: You're the one who wants to weave in and out of canon.  You do realize Allyson is like the main character other than me.  

Me: Yes, and that's boring.  If we skip it, you'll get back to Michael sooner. . . 

Corey: But don't you want me to have my bi panic first, like, "IDK what's happening to me??”

Me: Ugh, fine. But this is getting so out of control that we have to acknowledge it.  You’re going to have to get introspective on the ride there, and I don't like that.  

Corey: It’ll take like two paragraphs.  I can be introspective, I'm not some himbo.

Me: You're a simp for Michael. It's not supposed to be that complicated.

Corey: It's not that complicated. 

Me: It's complicated because of how you act about Allyson. 

Corey:  I mean, for all you know, I’m just trying to take her from Laurie. 

Me: Yeah, I don’t think it’s that simple.  Like, Allyson was the first person to accept you, and, Jesus, do you have to be so pathetic?

Corey:  Ouch.  

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Me: Sorry, I didn’t mean that.  But when you insist on getting off every 5 min, especially when you have all these feelings, it's a mess and very time consuming for me. 

Corey: I thought you liked spending time with me.

Me: I do. I just don't want it to always be sexual.

Corey (smugly): Okay we both know that's not true.

Me (blushing): I mean, not when we're trying to work. Don’t you want us to give people, like, a little more than sex? Don’t you want to explore the complexities of your relationship with Michael?

Corey's eyes darken and his chest begins to rise and fall.  He wets his lips as he looks me up and down, then looks down at himself. 

Me (composing myself): Can you not??

Corey: Are you sure? Because we could take a break instead of dealing with all my pathetic feelings. 

Me: You're not pathetic.  You are making a mess though, and that makes it hard.

Corey: You're telling me. 

Corey looks down at himself again 

Me:  Yeah I'm not going to look, okay? 

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Corey (with an air of smugness): You know, if it's that much of a mess, Maybe you never should have given me Y/N.

Corey shrugs condescendingly.

Me: Ya think?? I didn't give you her, BTW. I gave her to Michael, then you INSISTED on sharing her. 

Corey: You didn't have to make me feel anything for her, though. You were projecting. 

Me: Whoa, out of line. You have a unique shared experience of being left alive by Michael. That’s kind of special.  Also, are you kidding? You're totally the type to get attached that quickly.

Corey: And you're not?

Me: Stop. 

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Corey starts cracking up laughing. 

Corey: Holy shit, just imagining you in my situation. And Michael leaves a hot guy Y/N on the floor.  There’s no WAY you could resist.  You think you’d leave without fucking him?  No way dude.  Oh my god, I’m dying to see you sluttified.  God, what a mess.  I mean, super hot, but -

Me: How are you so sure I'd want a hot guy Y/N?

Corey: Oh come on, we both know you love cock.  Plus, I'm a. . .

Me: Oh my god.  Are you trying to make yourself into a self-insert again? 

Corey: Whaaat? No. . . It’s really not a bad idea, though.  You know, there are a lot of male readers who would love to be me and fuck Michael.  

Me: Who is even the third person in that scenario? 

Corey: There was never supposed to be a third person, remember?  You fucked up by giving a victim a name.  And naming her Y/N, no less. Lmaoooo. As if that wouldn’t take on a life of its own. 

Me: Honestly, I can’t even remember if there was supposed to be–

Corey: WAIT! Can we do an AU where Michael leaves a reader alive and the reader is following Michael around, and I'm the one Michael fucks and leaves on the floor, and reader comes in and sucks my dick?

Me: I mean, if that reader is using your same logic, they wouldn’t be sucking your dick, they’d be eating your ass.  Assuming that’s where Michael’s cum is.  

Corey is salivating. 

Me: I’m just not sure readers want-

Corey: Fuck the readers! Come on, you know we’ve got something here.  

Me: Jesus Christ. 

Sighs, opens google docs, types a note, closes it. 

Me: Okay, can you let me think now? 

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Me: I can't believe I'm saying this, but if you fuck Allyson, I think you need to have a wet dream about Michael, too. 

Corey: HELL YEAH.  Even though I "just came" with Allyson?

Me: Shut up. 

Corey: So, in the dream, can Michael fuck me?

Me: Oh yeah, he has to fuck you. 

Corey: Wait. What's the catch? 

Me (uncomfortable): Well, first, in the dream, you’re going to have to see Joan. 

Corey: Oh my god, what the fuck? Why??

Me: So Michael can kill her then give you the fatherly embrace you've always longed for. 

Corey sighs. 

Corey: Fine. 

Corey's eyes well up in tears.

Me: Hey, come here.  It's okay. It's okay.  You're finally about to get railed. 

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[Rock Bottom Ch 5: Corey fucks Allyson, then Michael fucks him in a dream. Corey kills the Dr. and Michael kills the nurse. Corey sucks Michael’s cock.] 

Corey: How long are you going to pace around this bed staring at us?  I really don't care which hole I get, just stick me in one. 

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The MMF Threesome

Me: Thanks for being a team player but it's the composition of the visual, ok? I wanted you guys in the Mulaney pose but that puts you in Y/N's ass unless we flip her back over and I don't like all the flipping. 

Corey: why don't you want me in Y/N's ass?

Me: For one, IDK if you're done with her other hole for the day. Michael will just peace out so that's a non-factor for him. 

Corey: Oh my god, you're worried about infections?  If you don't finish this scene soon, I'm just going to come on her back. 

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Corey: Why is the Mulaney pose important to you? 

Me: Because it was groundbreaking cinema? 

Corey: You could have written it both ways by now and just chosen whichever worked best. 

Me: that's actually a good point.

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Corey: Are you positioning us on Magic Poser in the middle of chick-fil-a? 

Me: . . . 

Corey: Whoa, who's the guy? Why are you showing him? 

Me: my partner, because I don't have a dick and I need to know the physical feasibility of a position I couldn't find online 

Corey: He's hot

Mee: Yeah, he wouldn't, sorry

Corey: Your loss

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Corey: If you're getting caught up in what you want, just pretend it's two of me instead of me and Michael. 

Me:  Lol how would that help?

Corey: You don't want Michael so you'll just stick him wherever you want me less.

Me: LooolI I don't want Michael?

Corey:  We never do anything that's just Michael. I'm always in the scene. Coincidence? 

Me: No, it's not a coincidence lmao it's your POV. You have stories without him, he has ones without you. 

Corey: What? Why don't I get to help write Michael? Wait. Does he help? Does he speak? 

Me: No, he doesn't speak. 

Corey: Why don't you get him over here, ask him what he wants to do, and he can show us?   

Me: There's no one for him to kill here

Corey: He can kill Y/N, get her over here too. 

Me: Why are you trying to kill off Y/N? You like Y/N

Corey: You give me a new one like every other day, and you don't let me play with more than one at a time, so what's the point in keeping all of them alive?  

Me: You have a point, but no, definitely not 

Corey: You just don't wanna know what she looks like. 

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[Rock Bottom Ch 6: Michael gets her ass]

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Corey: It's actually kind of homophobic that you aren't putting him in MY ass 

Me: Was it homophobic when I put his cock in your mouth?

Corey: Ok sorry. But I'm pretty sure he wants it so just try it and delete it if you don't like it 

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Corey, Michael, and me are at the diner and Joel Miller from The Last of Us walks up.  

Joel: So, I'm thinking. .

Me: Whoa, what are you doing here? This is a Blorbo-only zone 

*Corey looks at him smugly*

Joel: I have a hot fic idea 

Me: We're good, man 

Joel: Hear me out 

Corey (standing up): SHE SAID WE'RE GOOD

Me: *looks at Michael and nods toward Joel*

*Michael begins to escort Joel out*

Joel (yelling at an auctioneer pace on his way out): the apocalypse sluttifies everyone making them too horny to think so they're forced to get off and I'll wear that outfit you like and have a big girthy wrench 1.5K TOPS, I PROMISE 

Me: *sighs, open google docs* 

Corey: Shouldn't you post Rock Bottom Chapter 6 first? 

Me: I just posted a Michael story yesterday anyway. I'm trying not to flood the tags so much

Corey: *rolls eyes* You didn't even have to do that Michael thing.

Me:  it was a good request. you're just saying that because you weren't in it. 

Corey: ya think?

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[andiwriteordie]

ok, hear me out:

el’s story arc of s4 and s5 is halfway complete. she has stuck between “the monster and the superhero” dilemma, but by the end of s4, we see her come to terms with the fact that she is not a monster. papa is the monster, not el.

but her story isn’t done, and she still needs to address the question of: is she a superhero? or more importantly, does she have to be the superhero?

and so as we circle back to the feels of s1 and know that will is going to play a central role in the narrative of this upcoming season, how cool would it be to see something where el is not the hero who ultimately saves the day, though she does play a large role in it, but ultimately it’s will? 

like okay okay i’m just spewing shit here now at this point, bear with me okay? will and el have paralleling arcs. legit, from the onset of this show, the concept of the first season is that will disappears, and el appears. they are on parallel tracks to one another, further emphasized by the point in which they literally flip flop in s2. el is gone and separated from her hawkins friends, but will has returned. 

furthermore, in their emotional arcs, we see them running in two different directions: will begins this show safe, surrounded by his loved ones, and relatively happy (with the exception of an asshole father) whereas el begins the show in hawkins lab where she is abused, isolated, and miserable. we see their places again begin to swap. as will experiences trauma and begins to try and figure out his identity, he slowly begins to become distant from his loved ones or feel like they are leaving him behind, and he feels like he’s a mistake. el, meanwhile, becomes to move towards happiness and safety, and she finds a home and love in people like hopper, mike, and the other members of the party.

obviously, their emotional arcs are not one-to-one: will doesn’t completely lose his loved ones nor is he in as traumatic of a state as el begins the show in. likewise, el still clearly battles trauma and even loses one of the main members of her support system going into s4. but that parallel is still there, even if it’s more subtle.

now, going back to the idea of el not being the hero. the last 4 seasons have seen el rise above every challenge presented to her. yes, she “loses” at the end of s4, but she (with the help of the others) still does manage to hurt vecna/henry/one enough for him to slink back to his little hole for now. and in s3, technically, el does not beat the mind flayer, but she still is pivotal in the defeat through her connection to billy. it is expected by all of us in the audience and everyone within the show for el to be the hero. to win the day. el’s role is clear: she is the superhero.

but el has shown us time and time again that she doesn’t necessarily want to be the hero. we see the highest points of self-actualization in el when she’s just being a normal kid, laughing and being silly at the mall with max. when she steps into her superhero role, in a sense, she is doing what she was trained her whole life to do and what she has been told her entire life’s purpose is. of course, el wouldn’t want to just be the superhero. she just wants to be el. 

so, i just think it would be the sickest twist in television history for the ending to completely subvert our expectations. you ever read the percy jackson books? spoiler alert if you haven’t: percy is the hero, but he’s not the hero. the very last book of that series subverts our expectations of percy having to be the one that will save the day, and while he does play a role in how the conflict is resolved, ultimately, it is clear in the storytelling that percy is not the hero of the prophecy, like we (the readers) and they (the characters) always expected.

now, who of all characters then would make most sense to be the hero? will, of course. because if el’s storyline parallels will’s in that she is a girl born into the supernatural and brought into the normalcy and if her arc is bringing her full circle into simply just being el, then arguably, you could say that will’s arc shows a boy born into normalcy and dragged into the supernatural. and that his arc now shows him in a place where he feels like a mistake, feels forgotten, feels left behind, feels unimportant... you catch my drift?

it’d be much more satisfying to see a character like will be the key to defeating the evil of the upside down at the end of this show, whether it’s through his knowledge of the upside down/vecna/mind flayer/all that or whether it’s through powers we just haven’t seen, or something. it’d be far, far too easy and unsatisfying for el’s arc to end with her being the superhero of the show. a satisfying end to el’s arc is for her to finally be able to make peace with both the fact that she is not a monster, nor does she have to be the superhero. she can let both of those expectations go.

on the other hand, will’s arc needs to come to some type of resolution where he is empowered against this evil that has traumatized him and stolen his peace away from years now—in a way, he needs to be the hero. (please don’t read that as gross hero worship because no, neither of these kids should be idolized as only heroes or known for only their abilities, ok? that is not healthy.) 

paralleling arcs, okay? going in opposite directions of one another but clearly meant to mirror each other. anyways, that’s my willel agenda for you, let me write s5 i promise i won’t fuck it up

if you made it this far into my rambling, i hope this made some sense LOL

[ghostsxagain]

//hello friends! it’s been awhile. here’s some update stuff!

so things are starting to go a little better. I’m slowly working out a plan for some care. and I ended up emailing my professor and told him that I was behind and struggling and really not doing well. and he was so understanding and accomodating and it made me so happy. he sent me the lecture recordings right through email and I’ve been catching up on those all weekend, prepping for the test tomorrow (which is not timed and we literally have all day to do it so yay). he also gave me massive extensions for the essays, which was beyond kind of him. for my other class I just submitted the essay now and even if it’s not good, it won’t be a 0 and that counts for something. 

I’m starting to feel motivated again. I had a deep conversation with one of my closest friends friday night (we went out to a drag show and spent hours outside talking) and I really needed to get stuff off my chest. then Jamie and I had a really lovely, honest conversation today. as much as my anxiety brain wants to tell me otherwise, I have some amazing people in my life that I can rely on to support me while I navigate bettering myself.

now relating to tumblr. yes, I have a lot of drafts. yes, I owe starters. yes, I have bios to do. and this will all certainly be done in time. I’m not going to put a deadline date on it because that’s just not fair to me (or to y’all if I can’t meet it & break a promise) so I just ask for some patience. feel free to IM me if you’re curious about a pending reply, I don’t mind at all.

also, I have decided to actually boot up and use the sideblog I made two years ago for canon muses. the few that I have on here will be moved there, as will their threads (which I think right now is only Buffy so I will reach out personally to all affected when the time comes). I’m still tinkering with themes and stuff but I’ll drop the url when it’s ready. spoiler alert: your girl is SUPER into Stranger Things and The Quarry right now so expect muses from both on this new blog okay!

if anyone took the time to read my rantings, thank you, I love you. and I hope you’re all having a lovely night xx //

[soletlunasims]

Ares' mission was simple. Give Newcrest a fair chance. She could do that.

First, she needed to love her new house. Would you believe she hired someone to decorate it for her? The only thing she told them she wanted to see was the color red. She figured that they would know what they were doing enough to read her mind. Understand her vibe. Just know what she wanted by telepathy.

She had hired them to furnish the house 2 weeks before she moved in. It.... was not what she thought it would be like at all....

Ares: "I can't even read in here. It's so loud.... Ugh"

She wondered who she really hired to decorate in here because it looked like a weird mix of modern and Victorian.

Ares: "What's with all the old paintings? Am I in a museum?!"

Ares decided to get out for a bit one day to give her eyes a break. She wanted to see what Newcrest had to offer. (spoiler alert: not much)

Where she lived was all residential. A few streets over was a long stretch of undeveloped land that had one small Boba and thrift shop that must have been renovated from an old truck stop or something.

On the other side of town there was a park geared towards children and family get togethers and a pool which would be nice to check out but it was closed for the season.

Ares: "I do like Boba. Haven't had it in years. Guess I'll try that out."

But when she got there....

Ares: "Watcher. I have a feeling you're having a good laugh at my expense. What have I done to deserve this?"

The place definitely looked like it was previously a truck stop.

Inside Ares went up to the counter and already had an idea of what to order. Anything with strawberry in it was a win for her. She settled on a strawberry matcha tea.

Ares took a sip and was instantly transported back to her early teen years. Before leaving for college. Before Gunnar's confession. Before their love affair. Back to a simpler time.

One thing surprised her.

Remembering those things didn't bother her like they used to. Maybe she was finally moving past it all. Maybe she was growing as a person.

Maybe Luke was right. Maybe this was the right move.

Ares is taken out of her trance when some guy comes up to her and asks for her opinion on the outfit he's contemplating on buying.

Dude: "Hey... What do you think?"

Ares: "I'm sorry?"

Dude: "The threads. How do they look? Do the suit me? You seem like a girl who would know."

Ares assesses the ensemble.

Ares: "Actually..... Yeah. It suits you. I wouldn't wear it but it's not my style. You pull it off pretty well, though."

She wasn't lying. He did pull it off.

Back at home, she decides to video call Luke to tell him about her trip out.

Ares: "Yeah. I finally decided to check out some of the local hotspots. Still not much but I got bubble tea. I used to love the stuff when I was a teenager."

Luke: "You did? Seems kind of sweet for your tastes. I'm surprised."

Ares: "Hey! You don't know everything about me."

They both laugh.

Luke: "As it should be."

He winks at Ares which makes her blush. Luke notices and tries to change the subject.

Luke: "So.... Has the commute been too much. I'm sure it was nothing at first but you're so used to practically being available 24/7 that I'm sure it's become a bit of an annoyance."

Ares: "A little bit but I'm doing okay with it. In fact, I think it's giving me a good amount of time to get myself more organized for my meetings. Now that I have to commute, I have a bit more freedom."

Luke smiles: "That's what I like to hear, Miss Palette. Keep it up. I'm proud of you."

That makes Ares blush twice as hard.

[david-watts]

I think this just solidifies the fact that I can’t trust anyone or anything and I knew already the world was acting against me but the only way to get things fucking done is to do it all yourself. nobody else can be trusted to do anything. if you want something you have to fight tooth and nail uphill to get anywhere.

[fiflowers]

Chase Davenport Fluff Alphabet

A: activities (what do you do together?)

Chase absolutely LOVES to do just about anything with you. He’s so mesmerized and captivated by you, anything that makes you happy, he’ll do. It makes him really happy if you do the things he’s interested in, too. (I.E. watching his favorite tv shows, letting him ramble on about science, read with him, etc.)

B: Beauty (what does he find the most beautiful about you?)

Again, he thinks you’re so beautiful, everywhere. If he had to choose, he would probably say your hair. He loves running his fingers through it and playing with it when he’s bored. He loves when you let him try to braid it after you taught him.

C: comfort (how would he help you after a panic attack?)

Chase is most definitely an expert when it comes to panic attacks. He would make sure you can breathe and would stay by your side the entire time. He would know when to give you space but he would whisper supportive mantras to try and help. Afterwards, he would watch your favorite movie with you to calm you down while eating your favorite dessert.

D: Dreams (how does he picture your future together?)

Chase isn’t big on the future. He likes to stay in the moment, making sure everything’s okay. He doesn’t know where the future will take him, but he knows he wants you apart of it. He pictures eventually marrying you and possibly having a kid or two.

E: Equal (is he dominant, possessive? Or rather passive?)

Chase is very passive aggressive with you when he’s mad. He feels bad to flat out yell at you, so he’ll throw slight digs until you ask him what’s wrong. (Slightly nsfw, in the bedroom, he’s very dominant and likes to have control. He is mission leader, after all.)

F: fight (how would you fight with them? Would he easily forgive you?)

Chase hates fighting with you. It does happen, and it’ll usually build up over time. You guys will end up blowing up at one another, and then need a day or two to cool off. After Bree talks some sense into him, he apologizes after a day or two.

G: gratitude (how grateful is he? Is he grateful for the things you’ve done for him?)

Chase is very grateful for every experience he’s had. He is grateful for his bionics, his family, and his students. He knows how much you’ve done and sacrificed for him, and he’ll do anything to show it to you.

H: hugs (how does he hug you?)

Chase is big on hugs. He likes you wrap his arms around your waist and kiss your neck, or he just simply likes to hold you close after a mission if it startled him.

I: inspiration (how have you inspired chase? How has he inspired you?)

When Chase is with you, he tends to be more laid back. He’s more open to rebellious tendencies and it makes him feel like a total badass. When you’re with Chase, he encourages you to try harder in school, and it eventually really pays off.

J: jealousy (does he get jealous easily? How does he deal with it?)

Chase is a very jealous person. He tries to hide it, but every so often he’ll kiss you a little harder to remind you that you’re his. Sometimes if he can’t control himself, spike may come out to play.

K: kisses (what was your first kiss? Is he a good kisser?)

You and Chase’s first kiss felt out of a fairytale. You got caught in the rain after Leo abandoned the two of you during study hall. After a deep conversation on the walk home, he knew he couldn’t let this opportunity slip past him. He looked deep into your eyes and pulled you in for a long, passionate kiss. To answer if he’s a good kisser, he very much is. He knows what you like and he’s good at giving it to you.

L: love confession (how did he confess his love for you?)

After your first kiss, there was so much tension between the two of you. It was left untouched for so long, until Chase couldn’t hold back. He eventually confessed his love while yelling at you in the lab, leaving both of you shocked. It luckily all worked out, as you told him you loved him, too.

M: marriage (does he want to get married? How would he propose and how would the wedding be?)

You are the only person Chase sees a future with. You’re it for him, so he wants everything to be special. He’s propose on an isolated part of the bionic island during sunset. At the wedding, he’d rather have it small with your immediate families and closest friends.

N: nicknames (what does he call you?)

Babe, baby, love, darling, (your regular nickname,) your actual name

O: on cloud nine (how does chase act when he’s in love?)

Chase is the biggest dork when he’s in love, which means that’s the main side of him you’ve seen. He’s very giggly and blushes a lot. His siblings pretend it’s extremely annoying and tease him, but they’re secretly really happy for him.

P: PDA

Chase is very shy about your relationship. He often gets teased by his siblings that he actually managed to find a girlfriend, and it makes him slightly insecure so he’s rather show his love and affection in private. He does enjoy to sneak small kisses or hug you in public.

Q: quirk (what’s a random trait about him that’s beneficial for your relationship?)

Chase is very smart, obviously. He always knows the right thing to say and when to say it.

R: Romance (is he the romantic type? Is he cliché or creative?)

A perfect mix of both. He’s very creative while still staying traditional. He’s very romantic and enjoys small frequent gestures over random big ones.

S: spike (how does spike treat you?)

Spike is surprisingly very kind to you. He claims to respect women- especially you. You’re also one of the only people that can calm him back down to chase. Afterwards, he feels terrible and asks if you’re okay.

T: thrill (does he try new things in your relationship, or rather stick to a routine?)

Chase enjoys having a routine, although sometimes life just throws curveballs. He tries to keep things the same with you, because it’s one of the thing stable and secure things he has.

U: understanding? (Is he empathetic? Does he understand you well?)

Chase is very empathetic. He likes to make sure you’re always okay. He can read you like a book and usually can figure out pretty quickly when something is wrong.

V: value (how much does he value your relationship?)

Your relation is one of Chase’s top priorities. Although he wouldn’t admit it, he would give up everything if it meant he could have you.

W: wildcard (random thing in your relationship)

You’re the apple of Chase’s eye. His family loves you, and he loves you even more. He’s grateful that you’ve stuck around and never given up on him, even with his crazy life and secret.

X: xoxo (is he affectionate? Does he enjoy kisses/cuddles?)

Very much. He’s often shy and doesn’t like to directly ask for them, so he’ll send you discreet signals and hope you get the memo. You always do, and it puts a smile on his face.

Y: yearning (how does he cope when he misses you?)

Chase misses you a lot. Sometimes he’s on a mission and randomly thinks about you. One day he got up and went to the store, and bought one of those couple touch bracelets that vibrate whenever one thinks of the other. (Spoiler alert- he uses it A LOT.)

Z: zeal (is he willing to go great lengths for your relationship?)

Duh! Chase trusts you with his life. After you’ve supported him through so much, it’s only fair if he does the same. If you ever need him, he’ll drop just about anything to be there. He doesn’t ever want to loose you and the thought sends chills down his spine.

A/N: I hope this was good! I haven’t written anything like this before, so if you have any suggestions please lmk. Look forward to more lab rats content in the future, along with many more. I accept requests for just about anything! (Well, for the fandoms I am apart of.) <3

[obeymeluv]

Isnt devildom liquor weaker than human world liquor? Mc had beat Asmo in a drinking contest. How do you think it they'd act, completely hammered in the human world. I think harder liquor means stupider drunks.

Spoiler alert to the in-game MC’s “heritage” reveal. You know, the descendent/reincarnation thing. If you know, you know.

Below: Thoughts on Devildom liquor + the specific incident Nonnie is talking about with Asmo in game + THE ACTUAL ANSWER TO THE ASK. My bad, haha.

My thoughts on Devildom liquor at that point in the game:

The MC is not as affected because they are human/angel. Maybe the angel part fortifies MC and makes it harder for them to get drunk?

Maybe the HUMAN side of MC is what makes it harder for them to get drunk on Devildom liquor? Like...everything in the Devildom is made primarily for demons so maybe there are ingredients in there that specifically affect those with demon blood. Maybe humans don’t have the biology to be inebriated by those ingredients?

I am a little fuzzy on that point in the game but did Asmo pre-game? Like, a lot? Did we ever find out? I could see him being so emotionally distraught that his lovely MC is leaving that he just wants to be sloshed. Maybe he assumed MC beat him in a drinking contest because he forgot how much he already drank?

Maybe Solomon gave MC a heads up that Asmo was down for drinking and gave them a pre-game potion of their own to ward off the affects.

End hypothesis: Maybe Devildom liquor IS strong (for demons) but that potency just can’t translate in human bodies so the bros (Lucifer especially) don’t want MC drinking it because they’re not sure what it will do. They just ASSUME it will do to MC what it does to them.

Other thoughts: Because demons sprinkled little secrets to the humans over the course of history, gave them trinkets and magic and things, I’d like to think they gave humans the idea or process of alcohol-making but are TOTALLY not prepared for the end result. All the flavors, types, etc. 

As far as I understand it (at the point I’m at in the game), travel between the Devildom and human world was widely discouraged until Diavolo could make a program that united the three realms and improved the overall image. So basically everyone has been separated for thousands of years.

What if demons are equally bad at holding human world liquor? I could just see a drunk Asmo being like, “What is this? Sangria? This isn’t what I told them to call it.” as he’s trying to drink and (speed) walk away from Beel, who wants the fruit out of the pitcher.

I could just see them all getting TOTALLY wasted on human world stuff just because they thought “Ahh, we taught them this 5,000 years ago! Of COURSE we can handle it! We invented it!” (spoiler alert: they cannot). Like, I’d like to think their biology works against them here. They heal quicker and probably get over stomach aches and things quicker, so they probably metabolize alcohol quicker to restore bodily equilibrium so they probably get flash-drunk off of just about anything with a decent alcohol content. 

HOW THEY WOULD ACT (AKA: the real question)

The facts: 

They’re all going to be like drunk kittens, big bassy purrs and wanting to cuddle you or scent you. 

They’ll basically curl up in a pile together; you occasionally have to move body parts (so no one suffocates). 

Do a head count every now and then, give them some crackers/carbs when needed, and put water all around them like a summoning circle because when one of them wakes up, all of them will and they’ll act like big babies

Put a bucket near Lucifer and Asmo, they’re sympathy pukers.

Levi and Belphie need total sensory deprivation when they wake up. You may only breach the darkness to bring them things to settle their stomach and anything to kill the headache

Just give Beel bread and anything like Gatorade/Pedialite. He’ll help you with the others after three loaves or so.

Asmo will be especially pitiful and demand you take care of the others first. Once they’re decently able to take care of themselves he’s near teary-eyed, demanding tummy rubs and tell him he’s still pretty even though he feels awful. Please get him a sheet mask.

Mammon’s not functional enough to help with anything major but he’s standing the next day so he rubs that in everyone’s face. He’s the one shuffling around with a half-eaten sandwich, looking for any comfort item (heating pack, cold wrap for his head). He will demon screech at you if you touch any of the lights in the house.

As Mammon comes to, he demands dim lights and acts like a grumpy mom. He’s making porridge and they better shut up and eat it. Says it’s for him but there’s a suspicious amount of bowls nearby.

Satan just swears he’ll never drink again (like always). Dutifully waits for porridge. Spends most of his time letting cold water run over his head. Can’t spend too much time hunched over because he gets nauseous. Baby him a little. Find a way to let his head float in a bit of water where he can lay down and he’s as quiet as a mouse. 

Who can drink the most? (Best to worst - my opinions only)

1) Beel (body mass helps), 2) Mammon (party king), 3) Asmodeus (huuuge history with mixed drinks. Boy is READY), 4) Lucifer, 5) Satan (neck and neck with Lucifer - casual drinker only. Even wine is rare for him), 6) Leviathan, 7) Belphie (usually sleeping instead of drinking). 

Lucifer:

We’ve seen little gags about how ‘Lucifer got drunk and unplugged the router’ so this guy’s either going to be super cuddly, a hot mess, or both

You know the people who fluff their hair, comb it back, undo a tie or some buttons and just get comfy as they drink? That’s Lucifer.

He’ll smile a bit more, laugh a bit more, and there will be some color to his cheeks

He’s not sloppy, just cozy. 

Drunk Lucifer is not overly loud but he is honest. He won’t throw himself into groups or pester all the brothers, but he’s up for some accidentally-heartwarming one-on-one

When he’s drunk he’ll lay his head on your shoulder and let you play with his hair

Will not win any drinking games. Is actually a lightweight compared to his brothers (see best > worst drinker, above).

Mammon:

GO BIG OR GO HOME! MAMMON’S HERE TO PLAY FOR BIG MONEY! (AKA: bragging rights that he can handle more than his brothers)

He and Asmo are quick to get the drinks flowing because they want to try shots of everything. 

He and Asmo are pretty good at matching brothers to drinks and tasting subtle notes, things like that

Show Mammon beer pong once and it’s done. He’s betting the brothers he can whoop them and is somehow able to pull off ping pong ball math to get Lucifer shit-faced real quick (might do it even faster if Belphie or Satan slip him some money)

The type to be like “Bet you I can hit that cup right there--third row, second from the left.” and can do it flawlessly. You have to give him head pats or $5, that’s the rules.

He’ll be one of the bros you have to chase around and make put his clothes back on. Boy will try to strip and strut

Will definitely hoard his favorite bottle (picked it on smell) and spend a majority of the time trying to drink it and avoid the bros. (”YOU CAN’T MAKE ME SHARE IF YOU CAN’T CATCH ME!”)

Leviathan

Not the best drinker. Not a frequent drinker at all.

His envy makes him drink because as he starts to go on a tangent about how ‘it’s not fair! Everyone’s having a good time!’ when he realizes it’s as easy as picking up a drink. Like...he can join in too.

Levi won’t grab himself an alcoholic drink because he’s a nervous over-thinker. Asmo or Mammon will just hand him a cup like the resident Liquor Fairy and he trusts their judgement

The first one to let his demon form out just because the liquor is a little warm in his belly and he feels like he’s flying? Also comfortable?

The excited drunk who goes on animated, slurred rants

The loud laugher

He’s honestly so adorably animated that anyone who knew him would be surprised? He seems far from a shut in

Trade off: he can’t hold his liquor well

Boy probably trips on his own tail or thinks something snagged his ankle to bring him down when, in fact, he just fell down

Sways when he sits

When he’s done, he just wants a nice comfy lap to lay in and maybe play with his hair. 

Like Lucifer, liquor will make him confess all his feelings. 

Watch out for the tail. It will be all over you when he starts to lose the ability to wrap it around himself.

Satan:

It’s a toss-up as to whether he gets drunk before Lucifer or vice versa. I’d like to think his tolerance is slightly higher since he might run in the same circles as Asmo, but he is a part of Lucifer so I’m sure it balances out

He’s a drink snob and this is what hurts him the most. He goes to fancy tastings and random things he’s invited to, but this is a drop in the bucket

He’s never gone hardcore before because he’s afraid he’ll be prone to anger

He’s not. He’s actually a lot like Levi. He just wants to smile and laugh and have fun.

The one who knows a lot of random/interesting stuff and has unexpectedly awesome party tricks

He and Asmo act as instigators and somehow con everyone else into getting drunk. It’s mostly because he wants blackmail material, but he enjoys the mind games

He’s the one you’re going to have to carry BUT he’s super chill when he’s having a good time. You want him to wear a lampshade? Okay, but only if you call him Enlightened One (get it?)

Makes bad jokes. Lucifer definitely laughs

The one that randomly dances with someone at the party. But it’s a fancy dance or slow dance, not something crazy

Will try to prove he’s not as drunk as he is by reading or reciting something and just breaks down into snorts and giggles

Cat Mode: Activated. He wants to be all over you. Hug him and play with his hair, please.

Asmo:

Asmo isn’t really different from his usual self.

He’s a little social butterfly, making his rounds and checking on people

He’s the silent, sneaky drunk. No one notices he’s drunk until his face starts getting red and his eyes get glassy

The quiet cuddler. Just progressively gets closer to you until he’s resting his head on your shoulder, hugging you from the side and asking you to give him his drink.

Would be the happiest person on the planet if you literally just held his drink up to his lips and let him drink it when he wanted to. You just love him so much?! You’re so thoughtful?! He wants to cry

Guilty party #2 for ‘chase him around and make him put his clothes back on’

Next in line for ‘Liquor makes me tell the truth and my darkest secrets’.

Will try any activity at the party and will dance at least once with everybody

If he gets in a fight, that’s because someone doesn’t respect what he put on the party playlist. He knows good music, okay?!

Has a personal goal to steal one drink from everyone, drink it before they realize, and hand them back the empty cup as he slips away. Something about it just amuses him.

Wants to leave lipstick/lip gloss kisses on people. Thinks they’re the cutest accessory!

The one who loses something at the party and makes everyone look for it the next day

The one who’s passed out in a random spot and no one has the heart to move them but everyone checks on them to make sure they’re safe. When everyone’s turned in for the night, he is safely moved like the precious baby he is.

Beel:

The one who takes the longest to get drunk. You don’t know if it’s because of his build or how much he ate to offset the alcohol

Unofficial baby sitter of the group. Pays special attention to everyone but Belphie, Asmo, and Levi in particular.

Not super loud. Just vibes and enjoys time with his family.

He’ll participate in the party activities because he does have that competitive streak but he’s not as invested in it as Mammon. If he wins at least once he’s proved his point and is on to something else

Surprsingly, #3 to ‘you might have to chase him and make him put his clothes on’. Drunk Beel is convinced he’ll get over the alcohol faster with less clothes because of temperature regulation and something that doesn’t really make sense because he’s slurring

Will drink more if Belphie is nearby or if he can hold onto Belphie. Taking care of Belphie and knowing he’s okay (in a tactile way) makes him a little more carefree. 

Doesn’t really confess like the other bros but he’s the one no one can really hear talking because his purr takes over everything. His purrs are so loud and deep! Big boy is truly happy

Drunk Beel is affectionate as ever and this is where you learn that demons can express affection by licking people. Most of the bros end up with a Simba-style mohawk. It’s just one lick but Beel’s got a long tongue and it fucks with hair real good.

Will jump in for a song or two if karaoke is a thing at the party. A really good singer but wouldn’t do it unless he had a decent amount of alcohol in him.

He’s the type to trip over stuff trying to help clean up. If he falls down he says he’s just ‘taking a break’ and will ‘help in a minute’. Might not get up again.

Once Beel lays down, Belphie, Satan, and Levi drunk crawl/stumble/slither over to him for warmth. This is how the cuddle pile starts.

When he lays down, if you get anywhere near him, he’s begging you to lay down with him. Wants to whisper little compliments and lovely things. A big sap. Handsy but will definitely know when to lay off and will listen if you get uncomfortable. 

Belphie:

Honestly, doesn’t really drink. He’s more interested in the nap.

His biggest motivation is to get the others drunk so everyone’s quiet and he can sleep. Definitely wants Lucifer blackmail.

He’ll have a few things but he prefers a lot of something mild versus a mix or a few shots of something super potent

Will try the funnel drink challenge.

The third enticer. He wants to work everyone up (Lucifer especially) and get the booze going.

Borrows off of Beel’s body mass and ability to handle alcohol here and there, but it all catches up with him eventually

The type to have really diluted drinks because he’s already sleepy by nature and doesn’t want to faceplant with a shot glass.

Will slow dance with Asmo. When Asmo starts to struggle with his weight as Belphie gets cozy and sleepy, Beel steps in and you just see the twins purring and warbling to each other as Beel just scoops him up and lets him sit on his hip like a toddler.

Another one who wants to slither into your lap and take all your attention.

The type to do random shit like boop your nose and giggle about it.

The one who doesn’t want anyone else to touch you. If he’s laying on you then the others need to leave you alone. It’s not hard to understand!

[pastxlscorp]

Bully! Mitsuya Fanfic (pt.3)

Chapter III: Abidance

✿ Word Count: 3.2k

✿ Pairing: Takashi Mitsuya x reader

✿ Topics covered: (Eventual) Enemies to lovers trope, Hakkai POV, Y/N POV, Mitsuya POV, tsundere-Mitsuya, bully! Mitsuya, fem. reader, minor manga spoilers, slight angst

Awakening from his slumber, he found that the woman was no longer taking up space in his bed. He heaved a sigh of relief, only to, unfortunately, see a message from an unknown number on his phone saying “Text me when you’re free ;)” Ignoring the text, he found he had a message from Hakkai and remembered that he had abandoned him to sleep with that damn woman. However, Hakkai didn’t confront him about it, but instead acted as if nothing happened.

🗨️ Hakkai: Is the party still on for today? (Sent 2:00am)

🗨️ Mitsuya: Yeah, sorry about yesterday. I wasn’t feeling my best, I should have let you know. (Sent 10:00am)

🗨️ Hakkai: No hard feelings. Ya feeling better now Taka-chan? (Sent 10:01am)

🗨️ Mitsuya: Not really, but it’ll pass. What’d you end up doing yesterday after I left? (Sent 10:02am)

Picking up on the subtle curiosity of Mitsuya’s text, it became clear to Hakkai that he did see him with you. As much as he admired Mitsuya, the anger building inside of him got the best of him. Therefore, in response, he chose a reply that he knew would get Mitsuya boiling.

🗨️ Hakkai: Caught Y/N outside of your class, had a wonderful lunch with her! She’s so nice, Taka-chan! Why are ya so mean to her? (Sent 10:04am)

Vigorous fingers typed in reply.

🗨️ Mitsuya: Why the fuck were you hanging around that slut? She’s just gonna try and get in your pants. What did she say to you? (Sent 10:04am)

🗨️ Mitsuya: Hakkai? Hello? (Sent 10:05am)

🗨️ Hakkai: Sorry Taka-chan, I’m back. She didn’t say nuthin bad, actually she was so sweet. She saw I was alone and we both had some tea together back at her place. Ended up sleeping over, I’m still here actually! (Sent 10:05am)

🗨️ Mitsuya: BACK AT HER PLACE? I told you, she’s just trying to get in your pants and you let her win! I can’t believe you let a whore like her win you over, Hakkai! Where the fuck is your brain? She probably was enjoying every minute of your sorry ass. (Sent 10:05am)

🗨️ Hakkai: Who said we slept together, Taka? (Sent 10:05am)

Silence enveloped the room.

🗨️ Mitsuya: Sorry… I just assumed that’s what you meant by sleeping over. (Sent 10:07am)

🗨️ Hakkai: Awh, it’s okie Taka, I know you were only looking out for me. (Sent 10:07am)

Absolutely, looking out for Hakkai. That’s what this was, that’s what he was doing. There couldn’t have been any other reason why he was so upset at the thought of you sleeping together. He was just being a good friend.

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┃ “Y/N!” the hoarse voice spoke to you, feeling the smooth cloth of his jacket pressed against your face as you bumped into him.

You looked up only to recognize Hakkai, kind thoughts flooding your mind, diminishing your anger stemming from your interaction with Mitsuya moments before. He grinned at you giddily, eyes relaxing any sort of tension left in your body. You slowly began to forget why you were mad and allowed yourself to indulge in his presence.

┃ “Good afternoon Hakkai! Waiting for Mitsuya?”

┃ “Mhm, you takin’ Designer 101 too, right?”

┃ “Yup! How come you aren’t taking it? You’re very fashionable, y’know?”

┃ “You’re too kind,” He giggled, his grin beginning to somehow grow wider on his cheeks as he raised his hand to pat your head.

┃ “I’m serious! Why don’t you join the class? It’s not too late, the second semester is about to start!” You eagerly pushed on, rejoicing in the positive energy he emitted.

┃ “ ‘m not really into making clothes, just showing them off...” He let out a hefty chuckle before getting cut off by you.

┃ “You don’t have to be good at making them! Some students choose to learn how to stylize different clothing and patterns, it’s all about the latest trends.”

┃ “Really?” He went silent for a few moments, smile morphing into a straight line as he contemplated your words carefully. Not to fret, as his smile quickly returned as he said: “Well then, might have to ask Taka-chan to help me sign up!”

You both shared a laugh and began to discuss the enrollment process in order for Hakkai to join the class-- if he were to drop another class, what class would he drop, or would he simply add it to his current schedule? While your conversation was nothing more than an innocent developing friendship, unbeknownst to you, Mitsuya had witnessed it all and declared it once more another betrayal. You were such a slut, flirting with anyone and everyone. Irrationality began to consume him-- instead of seeing your interaction with Hakkai for what it truly was, a genuine developing friendship, his brain refused to comprehend your behavior with other men. He never got to the level of comfortability you had with Takemichi, and he had lost the sense of ease you had with him to Hakkai and god, god did it piss him off. Unfortunately for that kohai, she was just another doll for him to play with just until he could get your attention again. Even a single drop of your attention, your attachment, it was enough to drive him for weeks just to be able to be near you again. Your kind words squeezing his heart tighter and tighter the more you spoke, your laughter ringing in his ears at a corny joke he told you during club meetings, it enveloped him into infatuation which later developed into a larger feeling. Such a large feeling over the progressing months that when he began bullying you, when your lack of presence and absences during meetings began to grow, an emptiness began to root in his heart, waiting for you to touch it once more and let it grow.

He could go on and on listing things about you-- the way he loved your sense of fashion, the way he loved your sense of humor, your compassion to helping others, your intellect that allowed you to read everyone like a book, everyone except him. Why couldn’t you see that he didn’t hate you? Oh, but that jealousy, the first time he’d admit that it was jealousy, it gripped him so tightly around his neck that it felt suffocating. Every shove, every clasp of your hand, your wrist, your chain, your chain, it made his heart shutter seeing that dead watery look in your eye, but your attention was like a drug that he just had to keep getting more of. It would never be enough to satisfy him, not until he could call you his and you would call him yours. He pitied using them, he really did, but he needed someone to satiate his needs. He was a womanizer, after all-- if one left he would just charm another into his bed. They all had high respect for Mitsuya, his intellect, his charm, his skill, and his kindness. Yet no matter how hard he tried, all those women, they were never you and they could never try and be you. He found that he no longer sought sex for his own pleasure anymore, but for your own, pretending so desperately that the one trembling out of pleasure beneath him was you. Imagining, no, fantasizing that he was making you happy and leaving you satisfied.

Upon seeing your interaction, he quickly left with his kohai for their own exchange, leaving Hakkai unfortunately confused as he waved you goodbye, patiently waiting for his friend to meet him. You were still on campus because you had taken additional extracurricular activities to build up your transcript to make up for your absences in Mitsuya’s Home-economics club. At first, you attempted to make it through the club meetings but he made every single one as unbearable as possible. The second semester, could it come any sooner? Hakkai, too focused on organizing his schedule with you previously, had failed to notice Mitsuya leaving with a woman. He waited, he waited, and he waited, coming to a good hour until he realized Mitsuya wouldn’t have left him waiting for this long without a heads up. He looked at his phone, expecting some sort of contact-- a phone call, a message, anything. All that awaited him was several unread messages from group chats and friends, none of them from Taka-chan. He sighed, placing his phone away just as he noticed your presence once more, planting a fake smile on his face to disguise his obvious disappointment. Unfortunately for him, his smile only instantly alerted you something was wrong.

┃ “Hakkai? Why are you still here, weren’t you supposed to be meeting Mitsuya?”

┃ His phony smile stood in place as tears began to fill his eyes. He croaked: “T-taka-chan left me. Do you think he’s mad at me for sumthin’, Y/N? I don’t ‘member doin’ anything.”

You instantly rushed over to comfort him, witnessing what appeared to be an intimidating giant become undone into a fragile teddy bear at the thought he had upset his best friend. Your disdain only kept growing for Mitsuya, first it was his lack of maturity during class, and now he had abandoned his best friend for whatever reason it was. Hakkai was a sweetheart, you couldn’t imagine what he may have done to upset someone. Therefore, you came to the conclusion Mitsuya had thrown a tantrum of sorts and took it out on him. It irked you, however, Mitsuya always remained respectful and loving to his best friend in addition to Yasuda-san, so you couldn’t help but raise your brow wondering what got him so upset for him to entirely ditch his friend. Pushing those thoughts aside, you placed all of your focus on bringing a smile back to Hakkai’s face, gently rubbing his back and placing your forehead against his temple as he crouched over in defeat. You desperately attempted to think of anything to cheer him up.

┃ “Ah, how about some tea?”

┃ “...Tea?”

┃ “Listen, I have absolutely no idea what you like and I want to calm you down so-”

┃ “Tea sounds good.” He said softly, a small smile returning to his face.

You escorted Hakkai comfortably back to your dorm, located on the east wing of the campus. Women and men could go to each other’s dorms, they just had gender-separated wings because it was just easier to contain the chaos if everyone was allowed to sleep with their girlfriend or boyfriend. The boys had their dormitory on the west side, thus you noticeably got some glances as you strolled with Hakkai. Mitsuya was always surrounded by Hakkai and Yasuda-san, so obviously most of your classmates were shocked to see you hanging out with his right-hand man. Were you both sleeping together? Ooh what a scandal (not). Although you didn’t mind the glanes too much, Hakkai on the other hand made sure to shoot down them all with a nasty side glare, quickly causing them to turn their cheek. It was a cute sight after all, seeing how you subconsciously had reached for his hand and began to rub gentle circles on it in order to ease him, which succeeded in doing so. Once you arrived at your dorm, you opened the door and gave him a show of jazz hands as you toured him around your dorm. Your dorm wasn’t the largest compared to his and Mitsuya’s dorm, which made him realize the privilege of not having a financially aided dorm. Your queen bed comfortably rested on the right side of the room, covered with a curtain and fairy lights on the wall behind it. Your desk was not too far away, maybe a good 15 feet across your bed, not too messy but not too neat. It was obvious you were working on something, as there were papers still out and scattered but the rest of the desk had the pens, pencils, and stapled papers sorted in a clean pile. Your pinboard was half-covered with your calendar, cluttered with small sticker reminders while the other half was your schedule, nicely decorated with washi tape sticking it to the board. Next to your bed was a wooden closet and you led him into the cramped kitchen that made him gasp, seeing how you make such a tight space so comfortable and presentable. You had a small glass coffee table in the middle, a small fridge cramped in the kitchen underneath a cupboard and next to a cabinet holding the sink on top. Next to that was a stove with a microwave on top, both color-coordinated black, contrasting the white of the room. You guided him over to the table and motioned for him to sit and he obediently did. Walking over to the countertop holding an old-school kettle, you used it to strain and brew the tea. Gleefully, you dropped a few ice cubes in his glass and carefully poured his tea and then your own, sitting across from him at the table. He took a sip of the tea you had placed in front of him, smiling not at the delightful taste but the awaiting face you had fixated, putting your hands under your chin waiting for a response.

┃ “This tea is delightful, thank you Y/N.” He said warmly and you basked in his praise.

┃ “Ah, sorry if I made you uncomfortable with the staring. I don’t… really get visitors. It’s nice to have someone over.” You replied, your face beginning to glow a light pink as your lips formed into a slight frown, embarrassed to admit how you had no friends.

┃ “Mm, I should be the one thankin’ you,” The softness in his voice made your crouched posture fix itself as you looked up to him. “You made me sum tea, opened me to your home, all ‘cuz I was sad and overthinkin’. You ain’t hafta do that, but you did anyway. I appreciate ya!” His iconic grin was now back where it belonged as his eyes glazed over you in pure adoration. You smiled in return, both returning to take a sip of your tea.

Hours passed and he was still at your house, you both gossiping and talking like old friends. You discussed your classmates, praising them and disapproving of the behavior of others. He began to confide in you about what he witnessed during his time as the second-division’s vice captain. You eagerly listened to him as he described to you his tales with his brother and his amazing sister Yuzuha, anything and everything was up for debate. At least, almost everything. Despite being the main reason he was so upset, you and Hakkai had not discussed Mitsuya’s treatment of you. He was mentioned in a few gang stories, but it seemed as if Hakkai was opting out of speaking about him out of respect for you. However, his head began to slump, implying he was tired. You grabbed your phone, which had been placed upside down on the coffee table, and looked at the time and saw it was well past midnight. You leaned over to rub Hakkai’s shoulder and you gasped when his head turned back upright, alert as if he just remembered something. Drunk on drowsiness, he began to speak:

┃ “Mmh, y’know Mitsuya used to talk about you a lot. Always went on about this pretty girl who was awfully sweet, really smart…” He trailed off, fighting off the sleep that clung desperately to his eyelids. “He never gave me a name but after club meetings when I woulds wait for him, he would tell me about his conversations. I always saw him looking at ya. What did ya do to make him so pissed off?” Although he had no malicious-intent in his questioning, it was enough to cause goosebumps all over your body.

┃ “I didn’t do anything, ‘kai. Really, nothing different happened that day. All of the sudden, the next day during his club he humiliated me in front of everyone and then made me stay after hours to yell at me even more.” You went silent for a moment, before your curiosity got the best of you and you questioned: “He used to talk about me? Are you sure?”

┃ Ignoring your question, he replied to your initial response. “You didn’t do anythin’ different at all that day?”

┃ You contemplated his question carefully, before realizing the one event that was an outlier to the rest. “I was waiting for my friend outside campus gates that day. He offered to wait with me but I insisted he didn’t, mainly because my friend had said Mitsuya wasn’t very fond of him so it was better if he didn’t see him.”

┃ “Who’s the friend?”

┃ “Hanagaki Takemichi.”

┃ The tired man in front of you took a full minute to process your sentence before bursting out and crying of laughter a few moments later. You looked at him, pure confusion coating your body as he continued to sob. Finally, after a few minutes, he wiped his eyes and sat back up, gleaming at you. “Well that’s your problem, Mitsuya fucking hates Takemichy. Probably spied on ya because he was worried, saw Takemichy, and boom-- he got jealous AHAHA!” He went back to crying of laughter, leaving you a few moments to yourself to process his words.

It was embarrassing to admit how Hakkai was half-asleep in front of you and somehow managed to put together your puzzle of confusion together months after said incident had happened, in under 20 minutes. However, you couldn’t find yourself disagreeing with his theory. Suddenly, Hakkai stopped laughing and looked up at you, all serious.

┃ “Now wait… that’s not funny! He’s been pushing ya around all the time just cuz he’s jealous of you being with other guys?! That’s fucked up! ‘M gonna beat his ass, Y/N! Just for you!”

You now began laughing, taking Hakkai’s hand in yours over the glass countertop and tapping it gently.

┃ “That won’t be necessary, ‘kai. How about we come up with a solution?”

┃ “My solution is beating his a-”

┃ “A non-physical solution.”

┃ He went silent for a few moments, looking away from you to the window to think. You could tell he thought of something when a smirk began to plaster itself on his face. “How about we test our theory?”

┃ “Elaborate.”

┃ “If that pain in my ass is done with whatever it is he’s doing, there was supposta be a party tomorrow. Not at our dorm, but our friend’s. You might have heard of him, Manjiro Sano?”

You responded with silence.

┃ “Mikey. The Invincible Mikey.”

┃ “Not ringing any bells.”

┃ “Brother of Emma Sano. Brother of Izana.”

┃ “Emma Sano is so nice!”

┃ “Captain of the Tokyo Manji Gang, Y/N.”

┃ “Oh.”

┃ “Point is, he’s having a party tomorrow. We could get some revenge, I bring you as my date~”

┃ “Won’t that make him angri-

┃ “That’s what revenge is.”

┃ “Why don’t I just talk with him?”

┃ “Has he tried talking to you?”

┃ “...no.”

┃ “I rest my case.”

Silence enveloped the room once more. It wasn’t an awkward silence, no, it was quite a comfortable silence actually as he patiently awaited your response and allowed you to process and think.

┃ “When is the party exactly?”

✿ tags: @haiq-trash @blackmysticalsimp @the2ndl @bren-heron @delicatejudgecopcowboy @skiwalkers

✿ a.n. // First of all, thank you so much for 102 followers <3 I appreciate the support being given to me! I would like to address one thing, however, please don't rush me to write! I've gotten very kind messages of support but others have been demanding more of me and it's important to remember that I have classes, chores, a social life, and many other things happening. I love writing but rushing me makes it unenjoyable and it won't be my best work. My goal for this ongoing fanfic is to post weekly. Just a little ted-talk there, I hope everyone enjoys this chapter though! I had such a fun time writing it :)

[cowboycakes]

Do You Get My Letters

✥ Pairing: Levi x fem!Reader, somewhat Reiner x fem!Reader

✥ Themes: Fluff, angst, sadness, big ass plot twist

✥ Warnings: Female bodied reader (she/her pronouns,) Pregnancy and birth (nothing gory.) Mentions of death, violence, and threats. Manipulation.

✥ Synopsis: You are carrying Reiner's baby when he betrays Paradis. Levi decides to step in.

✥ Word Count: 2.2k

(there is a part two up to this fic, but i've decided i'm going to rewrite the ending at some point.)

Anon's Request: Hi! I saw your requests are open so here I want to give my little scenario a try! 🕳🤸🏽‍♀️ I thought abt this last night, I’m currently rewatching AOT after 6 yrs and yet to finish season 4, so sorry if I’m wrong abt timelines/the plot? My request is the reader was with child with Reiner, but b4 reader told him, he betrayed and exposed his mission. Levi stepped in to help reader. And btw, I just finished watching ep 3 of season 4, so maybe Eren telling reiner abt his child and he regrets leaving the reader? And reiner jealous at the fact Levi is most likely considered his child’s father at that point. I can’t come up with an ending, so I’ll leave it up to you if you do take in my request. If this isn’t your type of writing I totally understand!

Note: This story is canon divergent. It is set in season 4, but in a universe where Reiner is not revealed as a traitor/the armored titan until a few months before season 4 takes place, as the reader was having relations with him until then and did not know his secret. I’m sorry if that change bothers you, I just wanted to write this as sort of its own story. This story contains season 4 spoilers! It also has nothing to do with the canon ending of AOT.

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Dear Reiner,

I hope this letter somehow gets to you, I don’t quite know where to start.

In a perfect world, I would be so happy to tell you this. You’d be ecstatic too, I think. And before you try to second guess me: I’m sure by now, don’t worry.

I’m pregnant.

I guess we weren’t careful enough before you left. I feel like an idiot. And lost. But I’m not hopeless. I know myself, I can make it work somehow. With or without you.

I’m still in shock about you. How could someone so close hide so much? You’re a talented spy I suppose, a great asset to Marley. You made me trust you with my entire life. You made me love every false thing about you. And this is the rude awakening I get in return.

I’ll raise our child to value honesty and kindness, all in spite of you.

Sincerely,

Reader

---

The paper was damp with tears after you lifted your pen for a final time. You wished you could just keep the whole thing a secret: go make a quiet life for yourself somewhere else. It wouldn’t be right. Not after all of the dishonesty that man had spewed to you over the past few years. You had to tell him.

The door to the office room you’d settled in to write the letter creaks open. It’s Levi. He looks at your puffy eyes somberly, sympathetic. He was the first person you had told about the entire situation. Not because you were close, just because you needed help.

You fold your letter and stick it into a sturdy envelope. Levi takes it in his hand.

“That piece of shit doesn’t deserve a thing from you. Not a letter. Certainly not tears,” Levi says, using a clean handkerchief to wipe a stray drop from your cheek, “but I am proud of you.”

You take the handkerchief from him, feeling more tears stream down your face.

“Proud? I’m a fucking idiot,” you say through your sobs.

“Don’t even try to pull that self pity shit with me. Things happen sometimes. And you’re strong enough to commit to getting through it,” he responds.

You stand up, pushing your chair out. You look at him as you dry your face off again.

“I’m alone. How the hell am I supposed to do this shit alone?”

“You are not alone,” Levi replies. You’re shocked when he pulls you into a hug. “I’m going to help.”

You had never seen this side of him before. You look at him as you pull away slowly, tears still welled in your eyes.

“Are you sure? That's a big burden, Levi. None of this has to involve you.”

“Not the biggest burden I’ve ever taken on,” he shrugs. “There’s a lot of death around here, Y/N. Everyone is going to be happy about the little bit of life you’re giving us.”

You chuckle. He’s cynical, but he’s right.

He licks the envelope as he walks toward the door.

“Want me to run you a hot bath or something? Is that the type of shit pregnant people need?” he asks.

You laugh, a little harder than normal. It felt so relieving to laugh.

“Sure, Captain,” you respond softly.

---

Dear Reader,

I received your letter before the battle in Marley. I actually got to hand it to Reiner myself. He knows everything now. He broke down in front of me after reading it, going on about how much he regrets everything. How he wishes he could change things and be there for you. He begged me to kill him right there.

The world will eventually not have suffering like what you are going through now.

Eren Jaeger

---

Your jaw had dropped reading it. He begged me to kill him.

You hand the letter Levi had just delivered back to him. He reads it with a furrowed brow.

“Do you think…” you begin, your voice shaky, “do you think I could send another letter?”

Levi purses his lips, “Possibly. I can ask Jaeger. But right now, you need to bring your blood pressure back down.”

You were over seven months along now. You had found out about your pregnancy late, after being in denial for four whole months. Hange insisted on checking you out after you’d thrown up every morning for a week.

Levi had since gone on a parenting book reading spree; he made you read several of them too. He knew just about everything you needed to do to make a healthy baby: what to eat, what not to eat, how to exercise, when to go to the doctor, etc. It was really sweet how much he cared. You knew it gave him hope, something to fight for, something to come home to.

You were terrified when he left for Marley. You kissed him for the first time when he returned. Just about everyone you knew had to fight. You wished you could be out there fighting with them like you were supposed to. Maybe you could have made a difference.

Levi takes your hand, squeezing it to bring you out of your thoughts.

“What can I do?” he asks.

“Get me a glass of wine,” you grumble.

“Absolutely not.”

---

Dear Reiner,

Reader does not know I’m sending this. So keep it that way, or I’ll kill your sorry ass. Or maybe not, you’d probably enjoy that. In that case I’ll get creative.

How does it feel? Being a fucking deadbeat? Is it everything you’d thought it’d be and more? Fucking her and leaving her with nothing, like she belongs in a whorehouse. Reminds me of what happened to my mother. Pieces of shit like you came in and sent her to her death, leaving her kid behind to starve.

I wasn’t about to let her suffer like my mother did. But you were. I’m glad your choices haunt you, Reiner. You fucking deserve it.

I’ll be there for the both of them from now on, doing everything you were never capable of. She’s due any day now, I’m sure she’ll try to write to you.

Levi

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You feel your first contraction while napping on the couch with Levi. You were settled in between his legs, your back leaning up against his chest. He had his hands on your stomach; he loved to feel the baby kick and tell them some of the happier stories in his memories.

The two of you had grown so close over the past few months. You slept together every night now. You didn’t want to leave each other’s sides if you didn’t have to. Levi would cuddle and massage you any time your pregnant body was ailing you.

You had fantasized with him about life after the war. He wanted to be a husband, a father, to live peacefully in the countryside. And he wanted more than anything for you to join him.

The first contraction wasn’t painful enough for you to make much more than a grunting noise, but Levi woke up the second he felt your stomach contort a bit. He was on very high alert these days.

“Holy… shit…is that what I think it is?” Levi whispers, “Don’t answer. I’m getting Hange.”

He crawls out from behind you and sprints out of the room.

The pain worsens and becomes much more frequent while he’s out looking for Hange. You stand up eventually after getting the urge to walk around - and your water breaks. You start panicking, unsure of how dilated you were and how much time you had left before pushing. You really wished you’d done more than just skimmed through those birthing books right about now.

Levi and Hange eventually come sprinting back into the room with a wheelchair and cold rags to find you whimpering in pain on the couch, trying your best to control your breathing.

You’re rushed down the halls to the Scout’s infirmary, where Levi had made sure the perfect room was set up for you - and it had been that way for two months.

The next hour goes by in a blur. Hange knew the biology of how to deliver the baby, and Levi knew how to coach you. He helped you hold your legs back when you pushed, and helped you count out your breathing. Hange attended to everything that might have made Levi faint, like checking your dilation and making sure the baby was coming out at the right angle. You got lucky having these two by your side.

Through all of your efforts, you finally hear a cry. You look up to see Levi holding your tiny new baby as Hange wiped them clean. He was smiling, way bigger than you’d ever seen him smile before, with tears in his eyes.

“Here,” he says softly, handing her to you.

You cradle her on your bare skin. “She’s so perfect, Levi! Look how sweet she is!” you coo.

“What are you going to call her?” he asks, stroking your hair as you gleam down at your baby.

“I was thinking,” you smile, “Kuchel.”

Levi lets out small gasp. Tears start streaming down his face, his efforts to stifle them failing.

“Really? I think that’s,” he wipes his eyes, “a wonderful name.”

—-

Dear Reiner,

She’s finally here! Oh my god, she’s precious. Levi and Hange helped to deliver her. Labor went smoothly. Levi started to cry when he saw her for the first time. She really is just that perfect. We are calling her Kuchel, after Levi’s mother. He cried when I told him that, too (don’t tell him I’m sharing those crying details.) I've decided to give her Levi’s last name as well.

Levi set up the perfect nursery for us.

If you really did feel guilty for leaving - don’t be. I’m happy.

She has your eyes.

Sincerely,

Reader

—-

Dear Reiner,

Kuchel said her first word today. Of course it wasn’t mama, she’s such a daddy’s girl. She started crawling awhile ago, we are now working on standing up on our own. She has all of this blonde curly hair, too. She’s growing up so fast.

Reader

—-

Dear Reiner,

Levi proposed a few days ago. It was so perfect. We found a nice house with room for a farm that will be perfect for a family.

I can only wonder how you’re doing, now that the war is over.

Are you even alive?

Reader

—-

Dear Reiner,

I’m expecting again. Levi is beyond excited. I am too, of course. Kuchel started school this year. She is such a smart kid.

I still wonder about you. After all these years.

Reader

—-

Message after message, word after word. No response. You had decided he must be dead. The devastation after the war would argue that he was.

That is, until you found yourself rummaging through one of Levi’s desk drawers, looking for baby Isabel’s lost pacifier.

You felt the bottom of the drawer shift. A false bottom?

You pry at it until it comes open.

Letters.

Dozens of opened letters. With Marleyan postage stamps.

You pull out the first bundle you see. They’re all from you. Unopened. Unsent. You set them aside, your jaw quivering.

You pull out the second bundle and gasp.

—-

Dear Reader,

Eren showed me your letter. I am terribly sorry. Let me fix this, somehow. You can come to live with me in Marley. I will take care of you. Please.

I’m not just a traitor, a liar, a farce. Everything between us was real. I can explain everything. Just trust me.

Love,

Reiner

—

Dear Reader,

Do you get my letters?

I’ve only heard rumors about our new baby girl. I wish I could see her. Just once. For a second. Do you have a camera? I know they’re hard to come by in Paradis. I can send one.

I’d do anything to change this. You know I would.

Love,

Reiner

—-

To Levi,

You son of a bitch. I know exactly what you’re doing. You think this is protecting her, but it’s not. Just let her talk to me. She would listen, she would understand. You said yourself that she writes. You manipulative, sick bastard. That is MY child. She will never be yours. No matter what you brainwash her to believe, your dirty Ackerman blood does not run through her veins. She deserves to know. You are the farce, Levi.

Reiner

—-

There were dozens more. All opened. All from Reiner.

You sink down to the floor, tears spilling from your eyes.

You are the farce, Levi.

But, why? He was just protecting you, right?

The office door opens. You jump, shoving the letters back into the drawer.

“Mommy, why are you crying?” Kuchel asks.

You take a deep breath, staring down at the letters, thinking about everything that could have been.

“Are you happy here, Kuchel?”

“Yes!” she chirps, “Every day!”

“Then it’s nothing, baby. Mommy just got hurt. She’s better now.”

Your daughter giggles and skips out of the room, leaving you to hide away the rest of the letters.

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I REALLY HOPE I understood your request, Anon! I actually had a lot of fun writing this. It isn't something I would normally think to write, but I'm so glad you shared this idea! Sorry for the sad ending, I love playing w people's emotions ;)

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[lovelycleon]

So I decided to make an analysis about the last scene of Infinite Darkness

But before I start with the fun part, I just want to tell you that my history with “angst ships”

I had a bad experience with another ship, soul mates full of angst tropes and true love, beautiful... and a really bad ending because the showrunner fought with the actors (I wasted years watching and I regret it).

Anyway, after suffering that kind of pain, no other ships and angst scenes can hit me hard enough. I'm numb or just got used to it. You choose.

So maybe the scene of Leon and Claire's argument wasn't that impactful for me because of that. But for all the fans who felt hurt, I understand and it's okay to feel that way, because the scene was meant to hurt. The scene exists because of that. And your feelings are valid.

So let's get to the fun part.

spoiler alert, it's not that fun, it actually hurts 😅

The scene starts with Leon going to meet Claire at the gates of the White House.

I don't think anyone denies the fact that, whatever Leon is doing, he just wants to protect Claire. And he doesn't want her involved because of it.

But this dialogue makes this even more evident if we analyze how it begins.

Nothing in a show or movie is by accident. Everything is handpicked for one reason or another. The meaning is not always that deep, but there is still a meaning behind it all.

So when – of all the ways a conversation can be started – they decide to make Claire joke that she sneaked out of the hospital, Leon takes it seriously and she has to clarify that it's a joke, there's a reason:

Show that Leon is taking what happened to her too serious, and Claire not that much.

When Claire makes a comment about when he's going to stop treating her like a kid and he says probably never. There's a reason:

Show that Leon wants to protect her (or being overprotective) and Claire doesn't like it.

Of course, some might argue that this specific line is capcom trying to show that their feelings aren't romantic and sink the ship completely. And, ok, people are free to think that.

But if they really wanted to sink cleon forever, they shouldn't have done the scene of Leon saving Claire the way they did. They did it because they knew it would tease a certain part of the fans... They knew exactly what they were doing...

And there's simply no reason to tease a ship you want to sink.

So no, I don't think that's it...

For me the scene means the classic and simple: "stop being worried about me🙄" "noooo🗣️"

Another way to intensify Leon being overprotective is Claire's broken arm. A reminder that she was injured following his plan. Just as she was hurt the last time they saw each other in Harvardville.

And yes, I know Degeneration made Claire hurt to take her out of the action. It is undeniable. But somehow I don't think the same situation and reason applies to Infinite darkness.

Because Claire was already out of combat, following Leon's plan and showing no intention of doing anything different. It's not like she's going to attack the monster that is several platforms higher than where she is. She couldn't fly around and there were no guns where she was anyway.

So why hurt her to get her out of combat if the story itself has already done that?

Again, you are free to think differently. Capcom made Claire dirty, she was underestimated and they wasted her potential. I won't argue with that, I'm also on the team Claire deserves better.

I just don't think it fits this specific situation.

The injured arm is there and a awkward conversation about Leon being overprotective starts because of it. I think it makes sense.

So moving on.

Claire mentions the chip and Leon looks disappointed for a moment and says he thought they were going to dinner.

This is to indicate that he didn't come to see her with the intention of breaking their friendship. Leon just wanted to spend a good time with her and nothing more. Some place a little more normal, maybe?👀

But Claire wants the chip and tells Leon her plan. The same plan that Shen May was killed trying to convince her partner to follow. Is there a parallel here?

The only difference is that Jason broke her neck while Leon decided to break Claire's heart.

Okay now I could show more parallels between them, but I won't because this is already too long and I know maybe I'm reading too much into this. Resident Evil isn't that deep most of the time 😂

Anyway, Claire asked for the chip and Leon said no.

And that's the point, right.

The climax of the conversation and the turning point in their relationship.

Note that Leon took a few seconds to say he couldn't. That was the moment when he made his decision...

He went to meet her for dinner, remember? He didn't expect to have this conversation or make a decision like that. But he had to.

Now, I'm not from the US and I don't trust politicians in general, fiction or not. But I admit this sounds realistic.

Just imagine if the president makes a speech about peace and prosperity and whatever and the next day the media reveals that members of the government are involved in BOW and planning an attack on another country.

At the very least, it won't look good.

In the worst case, it will be a catastrophe 😂

So... I don't agree with Leon, but I understand why he chose this.

It's an important decision, however. And how long it takes him to say something and how he's quiet after saying it shows he knows what's on the line. Not just the security of the country and “peace”, but also his relationship with Claire.

And despite everything... He didn't lie to her.

It would be much easier for Leon to simply say "the chip was destroyed in the fight" when she asked. Claire would never know about it and probably never doubt him. And they would still be fine with each other and having dinner.

But he didn't lie. Why?

Because their relationship is not based on lies. And it's not based on betrayals.

And while it may be hard to believe right now and it hurts to think about it, this relationship is still based on truth and trust in each other. And now their relationship is being tested.

It's easy to trust someone you're on good terms. How hard it must be to trust someone who has let you down.

There is a lot of room for development here.

Obviously Claire felt hurt in this moment. Maybe even betrayed. Heartbroken. I think we all feel that same way.

But Leon played fair there. He said he had the chip, showed it to her, and then said he wouldn't give it to her.

He was honest with her. And this act also shows respect.

They are two people with different points of view and that truth hurts.

There is silence as they look at each other. She never asked his reasons and he obviously never told them. The exchange of glances is enough for them to understand what was happening.

When Claire says “you do things your way and I do mine” it's almost like “do you know what that means? ”

Then Leon nods and another moment of silence. The time they need to accept that the relationship is broken.

Now that's angst

Interesting choice of camera angle. Showing her broken arm as a visual reminder of why he was pushing her away like that.

Claire leaves, but looks back and says again that his outfit doesn't suit him.

What's interesting here is that the director has done a few interviews over the past few weeks and he always said that the suit is a representation of Leon's position in government.

Claire commenting that it doesn't suit him is basically the writers/producers/directors admitting that this position doesn't look good.

And while all the characters praising Leon for his success, Claire is the one who sees this reality and who he truly is out of the suit (position)

And that's good angst.

Claire walks away and Leon with a sad look watching her leave and he has to say to himself "I will stop this".

Could it be just one of his one-lines? Yes.

Could it be a way for him to remind himself why he's doing this, even if it means sacrificing his relationship with Claire?

It's already done, now he has to make it worth it.

Whatever happens after that is a mystery.

I don't think Claire believes that Leon is going to cover up the government's involvement in things (their discussion would be much more intense if that were the case), she probably thinks he's going to resolve it internally without taking anything public, which is precisely what she wants to do.

I also don't think Leon believes Claire is going to give up on the investigation, he probably thinks it's going to take some time to her to get real evidence and he has time to carry out his plans.

But this is capcom... They are masters of forgetting plot points. So who knows.

Angst is only good if it has a good closure. I hope they keep that in mind.

In any other tv show that used this kind of angst trope and drama I would be completely fine...

I would expect a sequel to this plot. The characters find each other unexpectedly, having to work together and acting awkwardly because they don't know how to stick around each other after the argument. Then the story would develop and they would gradually mend their relationship.

That's the trope.

So that's all I can hope for.