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Runaway CH2

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Lucy rings Steve’s doorbell. She is surprised Steve still lives at home, but she really does have the room to judge. As the door opens the packaged popcorn, candy, and Yoo-hoo are revealed to him.

“Hey, Stevie. Wanna let me in so we can get set up?” He grabs one of the bags she has from her pile. Lucy looks back at her brother’s van and waves him off. Chrissy shyly waves as Eddie casually waves at her before he drives off.

“Is your brother taking a girl home? Wait. Is that Chrissy Cunningham?”

“It isn’t like that Stevie. It’s a deal, not a date. You should know about this considering you used to throw a bunch of parties.”

“I didn’t touch that-“ Lucy gives him a knowing look as she enters the home.

“Liar. When Eddie found out we were friends he immediately ratted you out. I don’t really judge. One of the tamer things Eddie has to offer.” She says as she puts down part of her haul on the kitchen counter. “Plus, you outed yourself to Dustin in the elevator last summer.”

“Right. Forgot about that.”

“Fair. We did end up on the weirdest trip I have ever been on thanks to those Russians.” Steve then goes through her haul of snacks meant for the next couple of hours.

“Yoo-hoos?”

“Yeah! They are a Munson essential. Amazing!” Steve gives it a skeptical look. “Come on Stevie! Trust me.” She says as she takes out the popcorn and starts getting it ready.

“Fine. If there are no objections to movies tonight. Robin picked them and said for me to force you to watch it even if you try and be nice and put me out of my misery.” Steve then spreads out the array of movies Robin has chosen.

“Yes! Like I would stop these movies from playing. You got into this job by saying the Star Wars with the teddy bears. You need to at least see the movie once so maybe you can remember the name Ewok so you can impress Dustin.” Lucy says as she holds up the Star Wars movies with an Indiana Jones squeezed in for good measure. “She left us Indie so that you can have a break. I have a feeling you are going to relate a bit to the adventurer knowing the stories Dustin tells Eddie.”

“He talks about me to him?!”

“Yeah, Stevie. You’re his idol. Like the big brother, he never had. Just don’t tell him I let it slip and we can have a bit more of a break than Indie.”

“Deal.” As he says this the popcorn starts popping and Steve gets out the bowl.

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“Why do the teddy bears have spears?”

“Because George Lucas and Co wanted something cute and fluffy to sell to the little kids but badass to sell to the older ones. Now watch the movie.” Lucy says as she grabs some popcorn from God knows how many bowls. On each side of the sofa, they have spread out one to two bottles of Yoo-hoo each. Lucy plops her head down on Steve’s shoulder and they attack the clones.

At this point, it is well into the night. The duo has watched the other two Star Wars movies with Steve asking questions along the way and Lucy answering them without spoiling anything. When they get their Indiana Jones, and the Raider of the Lost Ark break Steve asks fewer questions, but it is clear from the two Harrison Ford performances he enjoys the simplicity of a professor turned adventurer.

“Thanks for putting up with this Stevie.” She says softly.

“I’m not putting up with anything. I mean would I choose Star Wars any day of the week? No, but I haven’t been able to spend time with you on one as I have with Robin since Starcourt, and well… I have missed you.”

“Aww Stevie! I didn’t know you missed me and our closing shift shenanigans.” She says as she looks at him slightly laughing. They lock eyes for a few seconds. Lucy then stops laughing as the air begins to get tense. Steve slowly begins to lean in, and Lucy follows.

Right as they are about to close their eyes a sharp set of knocks is heard at the door. Steve and Lucy jump back away from each other and Steve runs for the door. When he is out of eyesight Lucy gives the biggest sigh and curls up on herself covering her face with her hands, her blonde wild hair blocking the rest of her face.

“Stupid…” She says to herself.

“Good evening. We heard reports that Lucy Munson was here.” At this, she gets up and walks to the entryway.

“Yeah. Here I am-“ She sees immediately the flashing lights and the silhouettes of two police officers. “Oh. Sorry. Is there something I can help with?”

“We are going to need you to come with us.”

“Why?”

“We can’t say.”

“Well, I don’t know what you want with her but if she needs an alibi she has been here since the early evening.” At this, the officers go back to their cars and talk to each other. They then quickly come back.

“Ms. Munson your home is a crime scene. I recommend you find somewhere else to stay for a while.” The officer says.

“She’ll be here as long as it is,” Steve says as he gently pulls Lucy back towards him.

“If you hear even a peep from your brother, call the station.”

“Yes officer…” Lucy says softly as Steve gives a nod and shuts the door after waving.

“Fuck… fuck fuck fuck.” Lucy says to herself as she starts to grab her stuff.

“Hey! You can’t just leave. It makes you look guilty and may lead them to your brother.”

“You’re right. I hate that.” Lucy says as she stops what she is doing. “But I can’t just stand here. Eddie is a soft soul.” Steve gives her a look. “Deeeeeep down. He is a little scaredy cat who couldn’t hurt a fly. He needs to be calmed down because he is losing his mind right now.”

“We can worry about this tomorrow. First, we need to sleep. You can take the guest room. I’ll show you where it is.” Steve then helps her grab her stuff and takes it upstairs.

On the bed is a large shirt and pants folded. “I uh keep this place ready in case anyone is in a tight spot. Guess it paid off.” Steve says as he puts her stuff on the floor next to the bed.

“Yeah. Thanks, Stevie.” She says as she gives him a hug.

“Yeah. It’s not a big deal. Let’s get some sleep and find your brother tomorrow.” Lucy gives him a kiss on the cheek.

“Goodnight kiss. For good luck.” Steve gently goes and closes the door before he responds.

Lucy groans in embarrassment as she flops into the bed.

“Now let’s find Eddie.” She sinks into the bed as she closes her eyes. Eventually, she sinks further into the bed until she is past it and in a black plane. She walks along the surface of the black water below her and she looks around. Eventually, she finds Eddie lying down in a canoe curled up and asleep. She runs over to him before placing her hands to cradle his head before entering his mind.

The first thing she hears is Eddie. She feels the sheets on his bed as she springs up.

“Chrissy wakes up!” He says as she convulses with glazed-over eyes. He starts to shake her and snap at her. “I don’t like this! Chrissy wakes up!” At this, she rises into the air and her bones start to snap and contort.

“Eddie,” Lucy says before she grabs him and the scene in front of them changes to a typical evening with Eddie playing his guitar and Lucy in the living room listening as she works on her homework.

“Lucy! Chrissy she-“ Eddie says as he is hyperventilating and crying.

“I know. Cops came by to try and take me in,” she says as she drags him into a hug and sits him down. “Now let’s calm down and listen to your practice.”

“Where are you?! Are you safe?”

“Yes. I am at Steve’s house and can stay there for now. Let’s focus on you. The press hasn’t gotten to the story yet and the police officers haven’t officially started the manhunt… but I have a feeling that are going to do that soon. You can’t let them catch you.”

“Well, I am hiding out at Refer Rick’s place. Please try and bring me food or something. I am getting hungry. I was planning to have Chrissy over for dinner before she left but well-“

“You don’t have to explain yourself to me. I just saw you didn’t do anything. We can say here if you like to get some rest. I’ll try and bring something by tomorrow. I’m gonna guess some snacks, easy-to-make meals, and yoo-hoos?”

“That sounds great. Thanks. For the future food run and this.” Eddie says as he gestures around to the scene.

“No problem. I’ve been trying to help Max out at night with her dreams, so I have had a bit of practice lately.” Eddie then looks concerned.

“Is that why you have been so tired lately?”

“It has been a bit taxing doing it every night, but I should be fine and so should you. We are technically resting.” She says with a laugh. “Now, which memories should we dive into this night.”

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Lucy looks like a zombie as she reorganizes the movies recently turned in.

“Are you ok?”

“No….” Lucy moans out as she accidentally drops her tape in her hands causing her to bend down and pick it back up.

“Did you have a sleepless night?”

“Not in that way. Nightmares.” Lucy says as she rubs her eyes.

“You mean you didn’t take the opportunity I gave you?”

“Yes and no. We can talk about this later when I can think.” Lucy says as she shooed off Robin. Lucy continues to clean up around the store. A violent clang can be heard from the front of the store.

“Where is she, Steve?”

“Who?” Steve asks as Lucy moves to the front of the store.

“Her. Lucy, I need your help. Your brother he is being framed-“

“I know.”

“I need your help to find him so we can find out what happened and what sort of being we are dealing with now.”

“Are you saying the Upside Down is open again?”

“So far doesn’t seem like it but our creature may just be for this section of the campaign.”

“Dustin, I know you love my brother, but he is the DND player. Speak Common to me.”

“He is the key to this whole mystery.”

“Hey. You help me get him food and I can help you find him.”

“Deal.”

“Do I get a say in any of this?” Steve asks as he blocks the front of the counter.

“No. My brother is starving. Look. We can either do this with your help or Dustin and I can walk on over to where he is and who knows what may happen to us.”

“Fine. Now how do we even find a guy like that?”

“Easy. You have talked through a scenario like this before and you pre-planned this. I mean we thought it would be me on the run, but it works.” Lucy then jumps to the counter and starts using the customer database. “Just need to get a house number really quick.”

“Hey, this is private customer data.”

“And I am an employee Stevie,” Lucy says with a wink as she types in the name she needs. “Now let’s get my brother.”

“I have some other-“

“Fine. I am going myself. Dustin, you stay back and keep bothering this guy and your friends to help. I think we have another incident.” Lucy says as she checks the time and nods to herself before she goes into the back to change and leave.

As she opens the door she is greeted with a stark white wall. As she turns back the hallway continues to a door with no handles. She feels a weight on her face and feels it realizing there is a muzzle over her mouth. Lining the hallway are similar doors but each has a number. She starts to walk forward. As she does the sound of a clock chimes in the distance as the laughter of children rings out from behind the door at the end of the hallway she is walking down. As she continues down the hall the laughing turns into screams and cracks can be heard. Thumps sound from behind the door as she gets closer. The lights start to flicker. She reaches for her door, her fingertips brushing it before she feels a hand on her shoulder. She turns around quickly and winds up ready to punch.

“Lucy? Are you ok?” Steve asks as he backs up to space himself away from her threat of violence.

Y-yeah… just worried about my brother… I-I need to go.” She says as she wipes her nose and rushes off. Dustin tries to stop her, but Lucy looks at him with a look that makes him hesitant long enough for her to leave.

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After a while, Lucy appears from the gas station with a bag full of snacks and microwaveable food. She seems very shaken up as she huffs to herself. She starts her walk to Rick’s house, but she hears a car screech down the road. Eventually, she can hear familiar arguing as it whips by and eventually stops further down the road.

“Finally…” Lucy says to herself as she jogs forward.

“Get in,” Dustin says loudly as she gets closer.

“I call trunk,” Lucy says excitedly through labored breaths as she walks around to the back and pops the trunk.

“Don’t you dare! You’ll mess up-“

“Stevie sweetie you have to chill. I’ll ride-“ she looks at the crowd for a second. “…uhhh hump.” Dustin gets out and Lucy squeezes in before Steve drives off.

“So… Lucy…” Dustin says as he seems concerned. “How are you doing?”

“As good as can be considering my brother is being framed for murder.” She laughs. “But other than that, I am peachy.”

“Welp, I tried.”

“Hey! She is going through a lot here. She is the sister of a killer going through a mental break!” Robin pipes in from the front.

“He is framed.”

“How do you know?”

“I just know.” As Lucy says this she looks down at her hands and notices them shaking. She starts fiddling her fingers and clasping her hands. As she does this Dustin pats her on the shoulder.

“Eddie does that when he is nervous about something. You’re going to be ok. Eddie is going to be ok.”

“I know. Eddie and I did discuss this whole plan a while ago and he seems to be following it perfectly.”

“Why do you have a plan for this?!” Dustin looks at her like she has grown an extra leg.

“We are the children of a criminal. Of course, we need an escape plan.” Lucy looks at Dustin with a hurt expression.

“Munson’s…” Steve chimes in from the front causing Lucy to lean forward into Robin and Steve’s space.

“You got something to say, Stevie?” She says as she leans in close to whisper. “You didn’t seem too bothered by it yesterday.” She then pats the side of the seat as Steve freezes unable to respond. “Aww come on. That wasn’t even the worst thing I could say.” She says with a laugh as she leans back into her seat having Max and Dustin look at her bewildered.

“So, what did you grab for your brother?” Max asks trying to brush past everything.

“All the essentials. Some water, some chocolate milk, some snacks, some meals… enough to last a few days before he has to start begging.” She says as she shows the boys.

“This is an amazing haul of food.”

“Yep. Figured if it is good enough for a child to enjoy it should be able to satisfy Eddie.” She says with a laugh as she closes the bag.

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They pull into Rick's driveway at night. Lucy reaches into her jacket pocket and pulls out a flashlight as she climbs over Max.

“Hey!”

“Sorry! Got places to be!” She clicks on the flashlight and runs off towards the house. She tries the door and realizes it is locked. She then remembers the night before with Eddie being in a canoe. “Right. Wrong building.” She says to herself as she clicks off her flashlight and runs over to the boathouse. She tries the door there and finds it locked. She starts trying to jimmy it.

“Lucy? Where did you go?” Steve calls out into the night. Lucy sighs as she holds her hand in front of the door. She hears a click from the door and pretends to have physically done something to the door instead of what she did when Steve appears again next to her.

“Going with the plan Stevie.” She says with a sing-song voice. She then opens the door. “Benefits of being a child of a criminal.” She gestures to the open door for them to go inside.

She begins to walk her way in when suddenly she enters the doorway to the white hallway again.

In the real world, her friends continue searching for her brother, unaware of what is happening due to the darkness. Steve begins stabbing around with an oar until Eddie lunges at him with a broken beer bottle. Everyone starts panicking.

“Lucy a little help,” Dustin says as he turns around to her to find her still with her eyes glazed over and her nose bleeding as she looks on.

“No! Not you too!” Eddie rushes over and starts trying to wake her up. “Please don’t do this to me. Not now.”

Lucy hears none of this as she suddenly snaps back to the real world, her blue eyes returning to normal. “What the fuck?” She looks around confused and scared as she tries to calm her breathing. “Where?” Before she can continue Eddie continues to shake her. “Stop it! I am fine for now!” She grabs her brother’s shoulders to stop him. That is when she notices he is almost crying.

“Eddie. I’m not going to be sacrificed. I’m more final girl material anyway.” She adds the joke at the end, but he isn’t laughing. At this, she drops her fake smile and tightly grips his right shoulder as she talks to him in his head.

“What did I tell you on that day? I’m not leaving you alone as long as you will let me hang around.” She then smiles on the outside as she severed the connection. “Now can we all sit down and figure out what the hell is going on?” She says as she guides her brother to sit down.

Others try to touch him, but he backs off still very jittery. Lucy is in a similar state, but she is holding herself together a bit more. Most people are questioning Eddie, but Steve comes over to check on her.

“Why didn’t you tell me what was happening?”

“I don’t know. I guess it made it real.” Lucy says with a hollow laugh.

“How long have they been happening?” There is a sadness and fear in his eyes.

“I don’t know. I’ve been dealing with what I saw in that place as a nightmare. The whole thing happening when I am awake thing is new though. Like maybe a few days? Yeah, that sounds right. It was the reason you almost took one to the face earlier today.” She smiles but it looks uneasy. “Sorry about that by the way.”

“It’s ok. You’re cursed right now according to your brother and the kids.” Steve seems to think about something for a second before he nods to himself. “I was wondering if you could tell me what exactly is going on when you are in there?” At this, Lucy seems to sink back into the past. Like she is physically there but mentally somewhere else.

“A time and place I am never going back to. The only people who know about it… they aren’t around anymore besides Eddie.” She realizes something. “Wait… that’s not right…” she then winces as it feels like a spike drove into her skull. She sees a flash of three people. Angry blue eyes, scared brown eyes, and dead grayish eyes. “Ugh, that’s not right either. I think I need sleep. That will help with the whole gaps in memory thing?”

“Or it will bring you closer to whatever is happening,” Steve says looking at her with worry.

“Don’t worry my valiant knight. I’m confident that you’ll find a way to save me in time. You have a surprisingly good record of getting to places just in time with solutions and you better not change that now otherwise I am haunting your ass.” Steve smiles unsure as he offers his hand to help her up which she takes.

Lucy looks over to Max and sees a sad sense of understanding. Lucy’s eyes widen as she realizes what it means. She is not the only one in danger.

#oc #stranger things #original character #steve harington x oc #steve harrington x original character #stranger things fic #steve harrington #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things season 4 #stranger things x oc

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thenextcelestialchapter · 2 years

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I can’t stop thinking about that cringey horsey scene with Agatha Trunchbull...

What if all that crazy crap somehow had a ring of truth to it...?

BEAR WITH ME I KNOW I SOUND MADDER THAN AGATHA RN BUT JUST LISTEN??

We know that Agatha apparently at least worked -with- the same circus/carnival thing that her stepsister Miss Honey’s mom did, if not in it, buuut... Who is to say she never, in fact, briefly fell in love with some kind of “Carnival Freak who could fold paper hats with his mind”? She naturally would have just assumed it was a cheap trick, this plus calling him, yanno, a carnival freak and just being Agatha in general would of course eventually chase him away no matter what kind of pretty lil cottage with white horses she had set up somewhere...

Agatha then would of course never entertain for even a second being a single mother that other people could shame, if the father left she would not keep the baby herself, she would give it up for adoption in secret. Perhaps she would then go on to ever more resent her sister, who was able to make her crazy carnival romance work like a dream, and also fuel her future hatred of children in general, and history goes on as we already know it does: Now, I hear you saying, wait wait wait, if you’re assuming Matilda could secretly be Agatha’s child you’re crazy, because one, the time obviously doesn’t match up bc then Matilda would be at least as old as Honey, and two, even though in the old movie version of Matilda it was insinuated that Matilda could have been “switched at birth” (if I remember right I think there was a quick blink and you might miss it scene in the very beginning like that?), in THIS version however they make it pretty clear that Matilda definitely came from that woman’s hoo-ha... Hoo-ha-HOWEVER!

We have no idea where Matilda’s parents might have come from... We have no idea if either her mother or father might have been adopted as a kid (kinda strange how Agatha has at least a few nice things to say about Matilda’s dad in this one tho...) and even though neither of them had abilities like Matilda, things like this can often “skip a generation”.

BAAAAASICALLY WHAT IF THE CARNIVAL FREAK NAMED ZEEK AND THE WHITE HORSES WERE REAL ONCE, WHAT IF MATILDA WAS AGATHA’S GRANDCHILD AND THEREFORE SECRETLY THE STEP-NEICE OR SOME OTHER KIND OF RELATIVE TO MISS HONEY??? DUN DUN DUUUUUUN~~!

#matilda #matilda the musical #agatha trunchbull

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topknotstrunk · 1 year

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Review Everything 32 - Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 3

Please note, this review briefly touches on simulated child abuse, and shows images of simulated animal abuse as well as discussing that topic with some depth. Please proceed with caution.

Hoo, boy. What to say about this movie. Let’s start with the neutral to good stuff.

This is a weird send off for this team. It’s the last Guardians of the Galaxy movie, which in and of itself I’m happy with. I think 3 movies plus some bonus screen time in other movies and shows was the perfect amount needed to complete these character’s arks. It was cool seeing Mantis come into her own as a fighter, teen jock Groot was fun, and I am SO EXTREMELY HAPPY that they didn’t have Quill and Gamora get together. The fight scenes were done with better than usual polish, it was nice to see long shots in the action scenes instead of the often defaulted to in Marvel formula of hit, cut, hit, cut, hit cut.

I also really enjoyed Gamora’s characterization here. She went from, “I don’t get why some version of me would love you piss the fuck off.” To, “I get it, but also, again, that wasn’t me so I’m gonna go do my own thing now.” I like that she’s her own person and not a story loophole for Marvel to get out of killing a character in a way that wasn’t supposed to be reversible. Keeping her her own character who’s not romantically interested in Quill makes her feel like her own person, and keeps the weight of the original Gamora being gone in tact.

Now on to the not so good to bad stuff.

Not So Good:

Having Mantis just out of nowhere, with no prior hints, be like, “Yeah I’m leaving.” Drax I get because he’s had this whole “used to be a Dad” thing going from the get go, but Mantis? She was thriving! And having Quill stop running is good-ish but like. He’s my least favorite character on this team, so when, at the end of the movie, they’re like, “Peter Quill will return.” I’m like. On Earth? Just chilling with his Grandpa? Doing normal Human stuff? As is, not a thing I’d bother to spend my time on. Not a thing I watch Marvel movies for.

Outside of the rest of what I’m going to write about the stuff with Rocket and his first set of friends, it was VERY weird to have the final movie in your trilogy have one of the core friends just gone for the majority of it. Not having rocket to interact with the rest of the team for their final movie together. I guess it works, cause like, it sets up that the Guardians team is kinda modular. As long as a few of the core folks are around they can make the team work. Saying that this was “always Rocket’s story” though? I don’t agree. The thing that works about this series is all of them playing off each other. As much as the movies frame Quill as the “main character” it just doesn’t feel like that when you watch these movies, at least to me.

The Bad:

Animal abuse is bad. Child abuse is bad. A movie where you child code anthropomorphic animals and then abuse them? Doesn’t make for a “bad” movie necessarily, but a hard to watch one. Honestly, if I had known how brutal and disturbing some of these scenes with Fllor , Teefs, Lylla , and Rocket were going to be I don’t know that I would have watched this movie. I cried though a lot of the half of the movie that’s Rocket’s backstory, and felt physically ill a few times. I’m greaful that they didn’t show us much of the actual surgeries, but I am sad that I’m gonna have to use Does The Dog Die from how on with Marvel Movies.

Let’s touch on Fllor as an example. She is the most heavily modified of the batch Rocket belongs to.

She has either part of her face missing or modifed, she’s had antentas attached to the top of her head, what looks like a second set of eyes, and robotic spider legs added on.

Now, here’s the thing. I “get” why Rocket was changed the way he was. Teefs and Lylla too. If you want a creature to navigate the world as a person when it’s an animal you need to change its body. It would be unrealistic for Teefs to move easily around a busy city that’s not under water as a walrus. So you give him wheels. The movie is so dark in those scenes that it’s hard to tell if he’s attached permanently to his wheel chair seat or not, but, like it as little as I do, that’s a choice that makes a sick kind of sense. Same thing for Lila, otters have short stubby arms that would make reaching things a struggle and they don’t have hands so adding some on, I get it.

But why the fuck does Fllor look like Fllor look like Jigsaw tried to make a spider cyborg? Is it for climbing, which we don’t really see her do? Rabits are already fast as fuck, so it can’t be for speed. They’re perfectly mobile and agile, so not for the same reasons that Teefs has for having wheels. And the thing over her face?

I think whoever designed her decided that the “upgrades” done to Lylla, Teefs, and Rockets weren’t... Gross? Upsetting? Gothic? Enough, so they took the cutest animal they could think of that we do real world animal testing on and made them look as fucked up as Disney would let them get away with.

Like, AFAIK Fllor isn’t in the comics. The closest thing we’ve got is Blackjack O’hare. And sure, he’s got cybernetic additions but they’re not needlessly gross or upsetting ones like Fllor has.

Floor was made up for the movie. Sot they had total freedom to do with her design whatever they wanted. And what they wanted was upsetting. So, ya know, I got upset.

They upped the gross factor for “Teefs”, Wal in the comics, and Lylla too but. I don’t know it’s just not the same as with Floor.

On top of being horribly modified animals, because this is a flashback and the characters are young, they’re also children. Children we get to see shoved around, screamed at, and shot. Alongside rapid, painful body changes, decapitation, gas lighting, and on screen immolation of other animals in similar situations. And this is all before we watch many animal-people die on screen as their entire planet is rased to the ground and crowds of children being trapped in cages in the cargo hold of a ship like they’re goods, not people. The movie just keeps piling on the longer it goes.We’re even treated to a nice, long, juicy close up of The High Evolutionary face after Rocket has torn it off. Normally body horror in movies really doesn’t bother me, but after all the awful animal stuff I just about barfed when his face popped up on screen. And there’s no real catharsis for any of this shit, which you would expect from the end of a series. You don’t need to go this far to convince us that these characters were honorably abused. Between everyone in America understanding that animals are abused in real life, and Neblula saying that it was worse than what Thanos did to her, that would have been enough. We don’t need to see them get abused on screen multiple times. It feels like torture porn, it feels unnecessary. I also really don’t get why Fllor, Teefs, and Lylla all had to die. Like, was it to help Rocket move on? The could have been dumped somewhere by their careless creator to come back later, and have a moment of reuniting and them owning their lives, instead of all getting murdered and then helping Rocket with a few kind words in the space between life and The Endless Sky.

And listen, I get it. The movie was impactful. So if shock value was the main thing they were going for here they got it. It was just a big let down to me personally, after the masterpiece that was Vol.2, and coming from the Found Family TM part of the MCU. Animal abuse isn’t fun, child abuse is worse, but it feels like the movie fell short by showing us all this graphic content and then not doing anything about it. Rocket looses half his friends at the end of the movie because they go off and do other things, they shot and killed his first set of friends instead of exploring what cool stories they might have to tell in the MCU, and then the movie kind of just peters out with them standing around in a room and talking, then going their separate ways. Will Rocket make a good leader? No idea, his history doesn’t suggest so. Taking care of Groot and being a good team member does not a leader make. Will we see more of Rocket? What will that look like? It feels so incomplete, like a 4th movie was being set up for only for it to not happen.

And the movie was so difficult to watch that I doubt I’ll ever watch it again.

What an unfortunate send off for many of these characters.

Really, why was I made to sit through all of that. What did I get out of it? Or Rocket? Or his friends?

In Summary: What a weird and gross way to end one of my favorite Marvel things. Good for Drax and Gamora, Mantis and Quill who knows, and Rocket I hope we see more of in the future. It’s too bad that Marvel now has gone over my personal threshold for disturbing content and I’ll have to be careful about that after 15 years of it not being an issue. There was some pretty great stuff in the not animal abuse parts of the movie, and I wish Rocket had been there for more if it.

4/10

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mitchiegonewild · 2 years

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aot character's nationalities

okay, so from what I've found (taking things like name origins and canonical story building), im going to try and make a complete list of aot characters and their nationalities.

Eren Jaeger/Jäger: as a surprise to no one, Eren is three fourths German, one fourth Turkish.

Carla Jaeger/Jäger: Half Turkish, half German. ("Carla" comes from Germanic roots.)

Grisha Jäger/Jaeger: German. Duh.

Zeke Jaeger/Jäger: Three fourths German, one fourth English.

Mikasa Ackerman: Half Japanese, half Ashkenazi Jewish. (Duh X2. Ackerman is an Ashkenazi Jewish surname, usually hailing from Germany or Scandinavia. While I don't know which one of the two the Ackermans we see would fall under, as none of them slap me in the face as German except for perhaps Kuchel [and even she strikes me as more Italian or Dutch than anything], Ashkenazi is widely regarded as an ethnic group of their own.)

Levi Ackerman: Half Russian, half Ashkenazi Jewish. (As a half Russian Ashkenazi Jew, pretty spot on.) Levi and Russian men have similar facial structures, in which their heads are sort of heart shaped, or rounded and then pointed at the end.

Kenny Ackerman: Ashkenazi Jewish.

Kuchel Ackerman: Ashkenazi Jewish.

Armin Arlert: Okay, so (slightly?) hot take (lukewarm at best), but Armin's half German, half Finnish. He has a similar rounded face structure to most Finnish people, not to mention the hair and the eyes. (Seriously, the hair texture looks so similar.) Plus Arlert is an OLD Germanic surname, which often coincided with people of Scandinavian descent. Half German because Armin is a German name. Plus, if you look at pictures of his parents, his father resembles men of Finnish descent and his mother of women of German descent. So, tl;dr: Armin's half German, half Finnish.

Sasha Braus: I can take this one out quick as a bitch; Austrian with some Czech sprinkled in. ('Braus' is an Austrian surname. So, woo-hoo for my home country, LOL! And before people say something about how her name is a play on a German language saying...what language do you think us Austrians speak?) While not definitively Czech to the point where she can say specific family members have that descent, it's made its way into her gene pool with the hair color and texture, cheekbones/shape, and nose. (I would not say she's Russian even though 'Sasha' is definitely Russian, mostly because the other indicators point to Austrian and Czech being more likely.)

Conny Springer: Alright, hear me out AGAIN. Conny's half Slavic, and more specifically, he's half Serbian. Springer (or Špringer) is an Irish/Slavic surname often found in Serbia. Your average Serbian man and Conny share deep-set eyes, nice brows, a face that curves in that particular Conny shape, and a similar hair texture. Conny, and also John Constantine (which is what I believe is his canonical full name, someone correct me if I'm wrong), but specifically Constantine, has origins in both Old English and in Slavic language. Which brings me to his other half: German. Because when in doubt, in AOT, they're part German.

Erwin Smith: ENGLISH. next.

Hangë Zoe: Half Greek, half German. They're half Greek because the name Zoe is of greek origin. Hangë also shares qualities similar to Greek features; a Greek nose, tan skin, and dark hair. Plus with Greece still overcoming an emigration crisis as of 2019/2020, in the future, its quite plausible that many Greeks (including Hangë's possible ancestors) wound up in Germany. Hangë is a loose translation of the name "Hans", which is a VERY stereotypical German name. I mean, you literally cannot get more German than Hans unless you pull out Gretel. That being said, I do also believe that Hangë has some Indian heritage, and this is because the surname "Hange" without the umlaut gives us that of an Indian descent. Seeing has "Hangë" is, as stated before, a loose form of "Hans", the addition of an umlaut could also be just another loose form of "Hange". Although that last part might be a reach, it's not completely out of the realm of possibility that one or two of their ancestors were Indian.

Ymir: So, with Ymir, it is a COMPLETE toss up because her name was given to her by the cult as a namesake and not as a geographically given name. What we know about her is that she is; most likely fully caucasian; she has dark hair and freckles; she's taller than most of her other women comrades at 5'8"; her eyes are darker in shade and droopy. So, using that information to our advantage, I would say that she is some mixture of Dutch, and most of all, Romanian and Hungarian. While she has the sort of long face that the Dutch do, she has the complexion and facial structure of Hungarian people. Even her skin tone, which looks to be slightly more tan than everyone else's, matches that of the Hungarians and Romanians.

Historia Reiss: Half German, half Swedish. Reiss is a German surname, and Historia just fits the whole BILL (minus the height) for the average Swedish woman. I also think Historia has some Jewish in her, because Reiss is an Ashkenazi Jewish surname. (Plus, and this might be personal bias, but I'm a blonde & blue eyed Ashkenazi Jew, LOL.)

Jean Kirstein: Hear me out! Jean is not German at all; but instead, he's half Danish, half Icelandic. The first records of the name "Kirstein" were in Denmark and Prussia (a state of Germany), but was more common in Denmark and then Prussia as time went on. A quick google search of "Danish men" will show you men with Jean's striking eyes and brows that are thick at the beginning and thin out towards the end. The Icelandic is even more clear, with the two sharing very similar facial structures, with high, prominent cheekbones and a strong nose; that good ol' fashioned "Horse-Face" clear as day.

Marco Bodt: Whew. Okay, so obviously when I first heard the name 'Marco', everyone thinks; oh, he's Italian! But 'Bodt' is actually a Dutch surname, and I believe that Marco is purely Dutch. The typical Dutch man and Marco share similar face shapes (Angular and somewhat blocky), noses that have a strong base but upturn a little at the end, and slightly bigger ears that stand out a little bit.

Moblit Berner: Okay, this one's also very easy. Moblit is German and English. "Berner" is an Old Germanic name, and from what little I could scrounge up on "Moblit", it's an Irish/English name given to those with red hair. So while not a ginger, he's a English/German, probably more German than English.

Onyankopon: This one's rather easy for me as well. A very quick google search will tell you that Onyankopon is typically a Ghanian name. Given that it's a religious name, too, and Onyankopon seems to be a religious man, I think it checks out. Also, he's easily one of the coolest new characters we've seen. Give him more edits!!

Reiner Braun: Do I even have to do this one? Really? Reiner is as German as they come.

Bertholdt Hoover: Now at first, I was inclined to say that he's just German as well. But he's also Swiss! He shares LOTS of Swiss facial structures and hairlines, and "Hoover" is an anglicized version of the Swiss-German "Hubar". While I cannot account for that boy's freakishly insane height, I guess he just got the luck of the gene pool draw. So more Swiss than German, but German all the same. I'd give it a good 2/3s Swiss, 1/3rd German.

Annie Leonhardt: Okay, so fairly easy, like her other buddies; half Russian, half German! Annie is a Russian name, and she shares many characteristics of Russian women. "Leonhardt" is a German surname.

Falco & Colt Grice: Half French, half Swedish. "Grice" as a surname occurs in both old French and Scandinavian languages, and Falco (plus Colt) both look similar to Swedish men. Although we can't say for sure what Falco will look like fully grown, as we've only seen him in a few manga panels, we can look to Colt to see what he will look like. And hot damn, the resemblance is there! He's got that nose that widens a bit towards the end and eyebrows that rest sort of heavy on his eyelids. For the French aspect, we get the long, smooth facial structure and sort of pillowy-thin lips. So, safe to say that Falco and Colt are French-Swedish.

Pieck Finger: Okay, so Pieck is 3/4ths Ashkenazi Jewish and 1/4th German. "Finger" is originally derived from the Ashkenazi surname "Fingar", and can be traced back to old North Germanic origins. "Pieck" is often primarily found in North Germany, so she might actually also have some ancestors from Denmark, as they share similar jawlines and drooped eyes.

Yelena: Yelena might be the easiest one on this list besides Erwin. RUSSIAN!

If there's any I left out, lmk, I would love to do them! Thanks for reading, and remember that this is just my person head canons. You can all believe whatever you want. <3 Have a nice day!

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Leviathan x GN Reader (18+)

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He wasn’t sure how he got into this situation, the last coherent thought he could remember was right before you were sliding into him, how overwhelming but good it felt and how nice the stretch felt, even if it was a bit painful. Now, all he could think about was how hot his body felt as you pulled on his hair and your constant, rough thrusts that shook his body every time your bodies connected again, and again.

Levi’s hair was long. He’d been spending more time inside gaming with you, his Henry! It got to the point where you were able to pull it back into a decently long ponytail so the man could actually see what he was doing. You’ve offered to take him to have it cut and even pay for it, but everytime he thought about agreeing, the idea of having to go out in public when he looked like this was too much for him to bear. So, you improvised and you’ve been trimming the ends for him and occasionally styling his bangs back into his signature side swoop.

And thus here you are, sitting on a beanbag with him beside you. You just finished trimming his hair for him, you took a few inches off but it didn’t seem to do anything to the length, does demon hair grow faster than human hair? Probably. Constant button smashing the only sound in the room besides both of your intense breathing. The room was dark, the only light source coming from Henry’s tank on the wall. You could see him if you really tried, the soft glow on his purple hair and pale skin was beautiful to you, but you were scared you’d lose the match if you took your eyes off the screen for more than a moment. You saw him flicking his hair out of his eyes out of the corner of yours, a small smirk crossing your features.

You pulled his hair up for him earlier after thoroughly brushing it, even with his long ass limbs he still couldn’t manage to get the knots out at the bottom. Plus, it was one of the few times where he willingly let you touch him without him getting too embarrassed or shying away from you. It was a special little ritual you two had begun and you treasured that time a lot. He’d never admit to you that he enjoyed the feeling of the brush scratching on his scalp and how gentle you were with him. He wasn’t sure the last time someone treated him like he was made of glass, but he really enjoyed it when you did.

You had just recently cut his bangs as well, so they weren’t able to stay pulled up as easily as the rest of his hair. Which seemed to be working in your favor right now as it was distracting him fairly well. With a few well coordinated moves in-game, you were able to beat Leviathan by a fraction of a second. Cheering, you threw your arms up in the air and yelled out,

“whoo hoo! I can’t believe that worked, ehehe!” a smile set in your face, you turned your head and body to face the now pouting demon, a scowl set in his face and his body hunched in on itself, likely trying to contain his emotions before he engaged you. Not that he would ever hurt you, no, but you two were working on his emotion processing. He knew he lost, he knew you got whatever you wanted now. He also knew what you wanted from him.

“That was cheating, Henry!,” he whined, relaxing and slumping his shoulders in defeat.

It’s not like he was opposed to what you wanted from him, it was more along the lines of him being embarrassed, his mind trying to find any reason that you were going to make fun of him, get him all hot and bothered, and then somehow blackmail him with it or something even more cruel. But deep down he knew you were genuine in your wants, as much as his envy and self hatred wouldn’t allow him to see it clearly.

The next few minutes were a blur, you pulled him onto your lap, his legs folded neatly on either side of yours. He felt like Beel sitting on top of you. You were so tiny underneath him, but you were completely in control of what he was going to be feeling, and it made a small shiver run up his spine, mind racing ahead on what was to come if he allowed it. You took it slow once he was on your lap, running your small hands up and down his legs soothingly, feeling the taught muscles that resided underneath that pale skin. You could feel them tense and relax as he tried to calm himself under your ministrations, a raging blush appearing on his face and up to his ears. His face was a little twisted up in embarrassment, confusion on what just happened, and a twinge or arousal. He felt his cock twitch weakly in his pants, the simple touches were already affecting him.

He let out a shaky breath, calming his nerves before resting his large hands on your shoulders for support as you continued to gently graze your hands over his legs. You had no set movement you were following, moving back to his hips and barely touching the swell of his ass. You were getting a little excited, getting anxious to see him without the baggy sweatpants that constantly hid his figure. As much as your mind was begging you to hurry up and wreck him, you knew rationally you’d scare him if you did that. Instead, you gave his ass a little slap, relishing in the feeling of it jiggling against your palm.

He jolted, letting out a surprised yelp. Looking back down at you, he was met with a small shy smile from you. “You’re beautiful, Lord of Shadows,” you mumbled under your breath, loud enough for him to hear.

You slowly ran your hands up and down over his ass, giving him little smacks here and there, pinching, and groping, testing the waters on what he’d enjoy. He squirmed in your lap, not used to being touched in such an intimate spot, let alone in general. He appreciated you taking your time and being gentle with him, he trusted you and was starting to relax more. After a few minutes of you just gently touching him all over his bottom half, mixed with some smacks, gropes, and rough pinches, he fully relaxed in your lap, letting his full weight press against you. He was a comfortable weight on your lap, his ass softly grinding against your groin. His cock was about half hard, twitching occasionally in his sweatpants.

You took note of this, gently moving your dominant hand and cupping his erection. He keened out loud at this, rutting his hips forward at the contact.

“Mnn, Henry, y-you gotta warn me..” He withdrew his hands from your shoulders, covering his face which was now alight with a red flame. You simply smiled a little bit, stroking him through his sweatpants until you got him at full mast.

“Hmm, I’m sorry My Lord. But you seemed to like it all the same,” you gently teased him, grabbing his chin and making him look you directly in the eyes.

“I want you to watch, or else I’ll have to punish you.”

He simply nodded, too stunned to speak at your dominance, and you noted the small gulp that he took.

Once he was hard enough for your liking, you slid your hands up his stomach, chest, and over his shoulders to slip his jacket off, letting it hit the ground with a soft woosh.

He let out a soft whimper, feeling very suddenly exposed even though he was still fully clothed. It felt exhilarating that you were touching him like this. A warm tingly feeling was starting to spread out over his entire body, it wasn’t new to him. He felt the warm sensation when he touched himself many many nights, but it was never this intense, never this hot . He felt like his body was going to catch on fire. He tensed when he felt your fingertips slip up under his shirt, feeling the warm skin underneath. He wasn’t fully muscle, there was a little bit of pudge from the little bit you could feel. Which, of course, made sense since he lived such a sedentary lifestyle. Even if he wasn’t as ripped as some of his brothers, you could feel the power that lies beneath, it seemed to emanate out in waves, palaple. You weren’t sure if you just never took notice before, or if it was because you were so close to him now. It was intoxicating. You moved your hand further and further up his stomach, tracing small patterns on his skin and relishing in the power you felt beneath the surface. It was exhilarating to you that such a powerful creature was submitting themselves to you right now. You had complete control over him, and he allowed you to have that.

You were starting to get lost in your thoughts of your impending fucking the demon lord, running your hand further up his chest and starting to play with his nipples. You rolled the bud around in your fingers, testing which pressure drew the most reactions out of him. It seemed that he liked medium pressure. Levi was about to combust, his blush was spreading down his neck and into his chest, skin hot to the touch and he swore he felt the tingly feeling of your skin even after your hands have moved on. His shirt was now bunched up around his collar bone, gently pushing your hands away so he could take his shirt off himself.

You immediately leaned forward, catching one of his pert nipples in your mouth, running your tongue over it gently before rolling it between your teeth. The reaction was almost instant, he was whining and gripping onto your shoulders and in your hair for support. He let out a soft shaky moan, hunching over your form so his head was resting on top of yours. Noticing the twitchy movements of him, you reached out with your other hand and tweaked his free nipple sharply, rolling the bud between your fingers in time with your sucking.

You alternated between his nipples, sucking and biting one while rolling the other, and then switched, reducing Leviathan to little more than a moaning puddle that was melting on your lap. You pulled back and released both of his abused, wet, and red buds to kiss him. You waited till now so he was a bit more worked up and thus more comfortable, and it seemed to have paid off fairly well because as soon as your lips touched he granted you access to his mouth.

You shoved your tongue in, feeling the roof of his mouth, feeling his sharp canine teeth that were more akin to fangs than anything else you’ve ever felt. You felt something big, strong, and forked play with your tongue before slipping past it, moving to slide down your throat. You gagged a little bit at the intrusion, but relaxed enough so that he was able to easily tongue fuck your throat.

You moaned, grabbing onto his strong forearms, squeezing your eyes shut at the feeling. You were desperate for something to hold onto, the pressure in your throat so much but so arousing at the same time, so as soon as you felt a strong, scaled muscle wrap around your waist you immediately grabbed onto it, stroking the smooth scales shakily. You maneuvered your free hand to rest on his hip again, moving downwards to his plush thighs. You squeezed the left one harshly, loving the way that his body conformed to your grasp.

You continued to alternate between his thighs, always keeping one on his tail and one on his thighs. Feeling the rising urge for air, you pulled back, the feeling of his tongue pulling out of your throat was one you don’t think you’ll forget anytime soon.

Gasping for air, the two of you just stared at each other while panting. His eyes were glazed over, glassy from the feelings inside him. You swore his eyes would’ve been hearts had he been in an anime.

You glanced down, noticing that instead of one cock greeting you, you were met with two very proud looking cocks. You shuddered, wishing that he’d be shoving those inside you this time, but pushed that thought aside for the time being. You reached out and grabbed them roughly at the same time, grasping them from underneath and squishing them together enough that your small hands could contain them.

He shuddered whenever he felt your soft hands on his cocks, treating them a little harsher than you have been, embarrassed beyond belief that you’re really touching him but fuck if he wasn’t enjoying it throughly right now. He steeled his nerves, feeling his entire body on fire as he started to rock into your hand, precum already starting to dribble down his swollen tips.

“Mmmn, already so hard My Lord, and I haven’t even touched you properly yet,” you whispered in his ear as you leaned closer, nipping the shell of his ear at the same time you squeezed around his shafts. He let out a high pitched keen, grinding himself into you.

“Be a good boy for me and lay down in the tub,” you instructed gently, smirking whenever he complied willingly, noticing his legs seemed to be a tad wobbly as well.

You grabbed your bag, fishing around in it for a few moments until you found what you were waiting for - the lube.

Once you found what you needed, you stood up from your bean bag and climbed into the tub with your favorite demon, who was laying on his back, legs spread open for you to rest between. His face was hidden from you with a mix of his hands and some hair that managed to free itself from the ponytail. Humming in slight annoyance, you leaned over him, gently pulling the rest of the ponytail out before grabbing a fistfull of his purple locks, yanking his head backwards.

“Mnn-” he keened, his cocks jumping against his belly, “M-Mc-” he panted out your name, accidentally breaking the habit of calling you Henry, his pupils were now blown out and full of arousal. You smirked, keeping your hand filled with his soft hair while you leaned in further and started to lick and nip at his throat, moving up his throat until you were at the underside of his chin, leaving little marks that he could easily cover up and some bigger ones you knew he’d want to show off. You used your free hand to pop open the container of lube and get a generous amount on your fingers, rubbing them together to warm them up a little bit.

“Mm, I hope you’re ready Levi, I don’t think I can wait much longer,” you whispered in his ear, earning you a shudder and a shaky moan, anxiousness evident in his voice. You were far from ready to wreck his guts, but some anticipation never hurt anyone, right?

Once you decided that the lube was warm enough, you slid your hand down between his legs, grazing his cocks as you went. You felt his thick tail curl around your calf and thigh in anticipation of what was to come next.

“I’m sure you’re such a dirty little whore, Leviathan, how long did you want me to claim this pretty little ass of yours?” You slid your fingers in between his asscheeks, and then slid your middle finger inside.

“Ghh-” He squirmed in your grasp, turning his head to the side and letting out more delectable noises as your grip on his hair pulled tighter. “A-Ahh, f..for a while..Henry..” The last part was barely a whisper, he wasn’t even sure he spoke the words aloud, but to you they were loud and clear.

The confession sent a jolt of lightning up your spine, a loud whine passing from your lips.

“I’ll make sure I treat you good then, My Lord,” you mused, moving to bite down hard on the scales that decorate his neck. He moaned loud, rutting his hips up against your still clothed belly. The friction was barely there for him, only the tips had managed to make contact and it seemed to make him more restless than before.

“You know, Leviathan,” he loved whenever you used his full name, it felt powerful coming from your lips. “I think next time I win I want you to fuck me with your tail. I’ve had a lot of fantasies about it..” You trailed, pulling his head back more to expose his throat. “Maybe if you’re a good boy I’ll fuck your pretty little ass again while you do it.”

You continued to move your middle finger in and out of his hole, pressing the pad against the soft walls of his insides, trying to find any and all spots you could to pull as many sounds from the demon as you could as he laid in the tub, shaking violently from your words and finger inside him. Once you deemed he was ready, you somewhat roughly inserted your pointer and ring finger inside.

He started to shake more once all three were in, little gasps and moans were a constant stream of music to your ears that rested by his mouth. He was thrusting his hips down onto your fingers frantically. Stealing glances at his face, to make sure he wasn’t in pain, you saw that his face was entirely blissed out, his eyes were glassy and watery, small tears poured from the corner of his eyes as you finger fucked him into obvlion.

“Don’t tap out just yet, My Lord, you still have the next part of the game,” you purred, kissing his soft lips gently compared to the pace your fingers were assaulting his asshole with. You felt something soft and spongy touch the pads of your fingers, felt his ass tighten down hard on your fingers, and you knew.

“Aaaahhhh, mmmnnn MC-” He tried to tell you to stop, that it was too much but he wanted more of it, but you already knew. You started to abuse the special little spot inside his ass, rubbing it roughly and pulling all the sounds you could manage out of his throat.

This continued for a good few minutes until you felt him tense under you, a loud moan ripped from his throat as you felt something hot splash on your chest and up to your chin. You grinned manically, knowing you just milked him from prostate abuse. You were feeling hot waves rush over you at the unhinged grunts, growls, and even a few hisses that he made due to overstimulation.

His body was ridged, back arched up off the bottom of the tub as you continued to abuse his asshole. It was like watching a feral animal, and it made you feel like you were on top of the world. You gripped his hair tight again, pulling his face to yours as you devoured his mouth, sucking on his long forked tongue, biting his soft lips to the point they started to bleed.

“Turn around for me, Leviathan,” you demanded once you pulled back, eyes blown up wide, matching his perfectly. He looked blissed out of his mind right now. A small slap to his face brought him back to reality, his eyes wide with surprise, though a small goofy smile appeared on his face. A few moments of awkward shuffling later, you had him with his head down in the pillows, his ass pulled up to your chest and your arms were hooked under his hips, pinning his cocks to his stomach.

You licked your lips, watching his hole clench around nothing. You lowered your head, giving a small little kitten lick to test the waters. You’ve never rimmed someone before, let alone a high ranking demon lord, but here goes nothing.

You flattened your tongue against his hole, dragging it slowly and roughly against him. He squealed, trying to get away from you but you held tight. You knew that if he truly didn’t like this, he would have no issue throwing you off of him in an instant. The thought fueled you greatly. You drug your tongue over his hole a few more times, relishing in the shivering moans he was making, his face pressed firmly into the pillows beneath him, eyes squeezed shut and mouth agape.

You decided to step your game up a little bit, shoving your tongue inside him. It was warmer than you thought it’d be. You thrust your tongue in and out a few times, enjoying the way he tightened up around the muscle.

You decided that you’d be kind to him, letting your hands wander to his cocks and slowly stroke them back to full mast as you devoured him from behind. It didn’t take him long to almost need to cum again. He was overwhelmed. It was too much but also not enough.

He started to thrust back against your face, rutting his cocks against your hand in the process. You decided he was ready enough and pulled back, gently patting his ass and letting his hips fall down to the pillows gently.

“Stay like that for me,” you instructed gently, getting out of the tub and shedding your clothes. The only response you got was a small desperate whine, you could hear the desperation in his voice. You grabbed the last few items you needed, a strap on harness and a fairly long dildo. It was thinner at the top and as it went down, the thicker it got until it ended up with a knot. The base wasn’t super wide, but wide enough that it would take a little bit of work to get it inside Leviathan without a lot of pain.

Once you were all set up and ready, you turned back to the demon still in the tub. His ass was now up in the air for you, tail flopped over his back, swishing side to side. You climbed in behind him, rubbing his ass before giving each side a sharp smack. He yelped and jolted forward, his ass going up in the air slightly higher. You took that moment to start your slide home into him, pressing the tip against his shiny slicked hole and pushing in.

He lurched forward, biting down on the pillow beneath his head as he held on for dear life. Shaky moans and whines left his mouth as he tried to keep himself grounded, his nerves lit on fire with anxiety. There wasn’t much pain at the moment, but the slow intrusion definitely made his head start spinning. The slow burning stretch as you slid in further was making his head feel light, he figured he was about half way at this point. He cried out once you reached the knot, feeling something much bigger press against his hole, but the stretch didn’t come. Yet.

You sighed above him, leaning over his back and pressing your hips as firmly against his as you could without popping the knot in. You reached forward and gently massaged his head before grabbing a fistful of his hair. You pulled harshly, his head being pulled back and forcing him to put his hands on the lip of the tub for support. He moaned, the angle change pressed the tip of your cock right up against his prostate.

“Mmnn..MC, MC, MC,” he started to babble a little bit, his hair now firmly twisted around your hand. You took this as a sign that he was ready, pulling your hips back until only the tip was still inside before slamming back in. He yelled, scrambling to find purchase on the tub lip as you continued your brutal pace. His body was jolted forward with each thrust, and your free hand was clamped firmly on his waist, keeping him still as you abused his asshole.

He moaned freely now, his tail coming to wrap around your waist, his mind completely blank with the pure pleasure he was experiencing. Panting, he squeezed his eyes shut, adjusted his legs so you could fit between them better, and started to thrust back against you as best he could. On the first thrust back, you slammed hard into him, pressing right up against his sweet spot and made him see stars behind his eyelids. His moan caught in his throat, a choking sound was the only thing that came out. Tears were falling freely from his eyes, the pressure building up inside of his belly was becoming too much to ignore, the constant shaking his body was doing as you plunged into his hole again and again.

His body was getting hotter by the second, he was having trouble breathing, short panting breaths the only thing he could manage as you continued your pace. It all came to ahead where he felt the tight coil in his gut snap, his ass coming down hard against the cock inside him.

He felt like the breath was knocked out of his lungs, he never came this hard before and you were still shallowly thrusting even as he came. His vision went white before slowly coming back down to reality, he could breathe again and his limbs felt like jelly.

He opened his mouth to try and speak to you, but you took that moment and fully buried yourself back into his hole. You left go of his hair, opting to grab onto his horns with both of your hands. The strangled garble that erupted from his throat wasn’t anywhere near human. His tail was wildly flickering against your waist, his eyes wide open and glossy as his head was once again forced back at a slightly uncomfortable angle.

His thighs were shaking, pressed firmly against your own. You smirked, releasing one of his horns to smack his ass, starting to push the knot further and further against his hole. He started to squirm when he felt it start to gently press in, whimpering. Without really being aware of what his tail was doing, it seemed to unravel itself from your waist and slunk it back to your hole, pushing the tip against you gently before pressing inside.

You moaned, he pushed it in to a certain point, and it seemed he wanted you to fuck yourself, as every thrust you did inside him, you’d fuck yourself back on his tail. It wasn’t thick enough to hurt, but the bit of stimulation it provided you was more than welcomed.

Panting at the intrusion inside of yourself, you doubled your efforts, pressing your stomach and chest against his back and grinding your cock up inside of him at a new angle. More lewd moans and whimpers were pulled from the demon, mixed with pleads and begging for more.

You obliged him, slowing your thrusts but increasing the strength.

“Mnn, keep begging like that, Levi,” you pleaded. You wanted to shove the full length inside of him so badly. You picked up this dildo especially for him, knowing how interested he was in knotted dicks.

“P-please, pleas-e MC,” he panted out, his voice cracked and broken. “Pleasepleaseplease it’s too much it's so much please,” his cries reverated off the walls in his room. You grunted, burying yourself fully inside him before grabbing his waist and pulling his ass back, effectively making him sink onto the knot himself.

He tensed up as soon as he felt it start to stretch him out, little by little until he got to the widest part. He was shaking a little bit, the stretch a bit more than he felt he could handle but he’d be damned if it wasn’t going to fit.

He stopped at the widest part, moaning anytime you shifted your hips which caused the knot to sink in deeper. Slowly but surely, the knot finally seated itself past that tight ring of muscle.

He had his torso pressed firmly against the lip of the tub now, heaving gasps of air in as he adjusted to having something so large inside him.

“Are you ready for the next part, Levi?” you asked, wanting to make sure that he could handle it. All you got in return was a very shaky nod. Making sure that he wasn’t in pain, you slowly pulled the knot out of him, making him whine and squirm. You pushed it in and out a few more times before you picked up your pace, leaning against him once more before reaching around his hips and grabbing his cocks. He jerked underneath you, his cocks were super sensitive after cumming twice already. The tail that was still seated deeply inside you jerked further in, making you stutter in your movements. “Mnnh,” you whined, feeling it open you up more and more from within. You steeled yourself, grasping his cocks tighter before you started to jerk him off in time with your thrusts, popping the knot in once every few thrusts to keep it varied. Levi was turning into a mess, he was barely able to hold himself up, yet he kept pushing back against your hips, making the knot slip inside nearly every time. After a few well hit marks on his sweet spot, Leviathan came undone for the last time. Once you saw he was cumming, you ramped up your thrusts as hard and fast as you could manage and slipped fully inside one last time. You must’ve hit his prostate on the last thrust because as soon as you were fully buried, Levi cried out louder than before. His vision was pure white and he was shaking all over, he could barely keep himself stable let alone know what was going on besides pure pleasure.

You stayed seated within him until he fully came down from his high. His body was still shaking here and there and you were rubbing soothing patterns on his back, even though his tail was still deeply buried within.

After a few more minutes, Leviathan came back to reality and slowly pushed himself up onto his knees, making your cock slip out of him with a slick squelching sound. You were curious so you gently lead your hand down to his abused asshole, finding that indeed, you did gape him to a small degree.

“Mmn, looks like you got used like one of your favorite waifus, Levia-chan~” you teased him, resting your chin on his shoulder gently.

He just simply huffed at you before grabbing and turning you over to lay on your side. His chest was pressed to your back, and his tail, again, was still deeply inside.

“I think it’s my turn to win, MC.”

#obey me #obey me shall we date #shall we date leviathan #obey me leviathan #obey me levi x reader #obey me levi smut

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mypoisonedvine · 4 years

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It’s Always The Quiet Ones... | college AU dark!Peter Parker x (slightly)naive!reader

for @nsfwsebbie‘s dream fic challenge, I was assigned to write something for @harryspet which was vv exciting bc I love her stuff ;-; no pressure right? lol (also thank you to @evnscvll for being my proofreader, sounding board, and partner for some very strange texting for the purpose of screenshots!)

Here is the prompt I got: peter is a dork and is weird and quiet, and the readers friends dared her to sleep with him. turns out he was really kinky and is really good at sex. can be dark. And hoo boy, did I run with that. I hope you like it!!

Word Count: 4.4k

Warnings: smut (it’s consensual but with dubcon undertones, manipulation, and implied coercion/dubcon at the end), stalking, blackmail, voyeurism, and general creepiness. Oh yeah and there’s some degradation and dacryphilia in there for good measure.

You and your friends were in the middle of your daily cafeteria lunch, chatting about the same sorts of small talk you always did.

“Oh god, it’s that weird guy from class!” Jackie blurted out suddenly around a mouthful of fries, pulling you out of the conversation you’d been having. Everyone at the table whipped around and your eyes went wide.

“Come on, don’t look all at once,” you hissed.

“Who is this guy?” Cody asked, looking around with confusion.

“The guy in the blue hoodie over there,” Jackie answered, motioning toward him with her head. It was Peter, setting down his tray of food and opening up his laptop, putting earbuds in. He was pretty much always on his laptop, it seemed like. He took a bite of his pizza before getting back to whatever he was working on.

“He looks normal, or normal-ish,” Mia shrugged.

“No, no, you don’t get it,” you shook your head. “We have him in Computational Physics on Tuesdays and Thursdays--”

“Plus Friday lab,” Jackie interjected.

“--and he’s… kinda…”

“Creepy,” Jackie concluded.

“No,” you denied, “not creepy. He’s just… a bit awkward, I guess.”

“And he stares at you, like, the entire time we’re in class. But won’t even talk to you.”

“Oh, that’s weird,” Mia agreed with a shudder.

“I don’t know,” you shrugged, “it’s kinda… sweet, maybe? I mean, he’s just shy, right?”

“Oh my god you are such a slag!” Jackie teased, shoving you on the shoulder. “You’re into him, aren’t you?”

“No!” you denied with wide eyes.

“You’re just into the attention,” Cody rolled his eyes.

“I mean, it’s kind of flattering, isn’t it?” you admitted. Jackie laughed.

“You should go over there and talk to him,” she decided.

“Nooooooooo, no way,” you shake your head.

“I kinda wanna see this,” Cody smirks.

“Literally just go over there and flirt with him, his head would explode,” Jackie suggested excitedly.

“I don’t even know how to flirt,” you chuckled.

“So you’re considering it!” Mia accused.

“I didn’t say that!” you squeaked.

“Pleeeeeease,” Jackie whined playfully. “It’ll be funny.”

“I don’t usually sleep with people for comedic effect.”

“I’ll chip in $20 if you do it,” she offered immediately. She turned to the rest of the table, “come on guys, we need to pool together and make her do it.”

“I’ve only got a ten,” Cody mumbled, pulling it out slowly before Jackie snatched it away.

“Okay, $30, who can make it $50?”

“Jackie, calm down,” you hissed.

“You’re telling me you wouldn’t sleep with him for $50? He’s cute!”

“I have $35 and 67 cents,” Mia counted, shuffling through her wallet.

“Oh my god,” you groaned, your head falling into your hands.

“Just do it, for me,” Jackie said, suddenly sounding oddly serious. You didn’t understand why it mattered so much, but you decided it couldn’t be that bad if you just did it.

“Fine, fine, just shut up and don’t stare at us,” you instructed, getting up to a ruckus of cheers. You didn’t even take the money.

You walked across the cafeteria, messenger bag slung over your shoulder, and hoped you wouldn’t totally make an idiot of yourself. If you hadn’t already just by talking to a guy over a dare.

He didn’t seem to notice you when you stood by his table, still focusing on his computer.

“Um, hey,” you waved, and Peter looked up at you as he took out his earbuds.

“Hi,” he replied quickly.

“What… what are you working on?” you asked, motioning to the laptop. He didn’t stop looking at you, and he didn’t say anything. “I… we have comp together? You know who I am, right?”

“O-of course I do!” he suddenly perked up. “Yeah, I just…” he trailed off and turned to his laptop. “I was just working on this model.”

“Can I take a look?”

He smiled a little, and moved his backpack out of the seat next to him. “Go ahead!”

You sat down and leaned in to look at his screen.

“It’s-- it’s not finished but, basically I just put the kinetic energy of an object on the x-axis, the potential energy on the y-axis--”

You used the laptop’s touch screen to move the model around, impressed with his work. “And the z-axis is the conservation of energy for work done on an object,” you finished.

“Uh, yeah, exactly,” he nodded.

“It’s beautiful!” you realized, appreciating the variety of colors as each data point was suspended in the graph.

“Do you do any modeling?” he asked you, and for a hot second it felt like a line.

“Um,” you laughed, “no, not much at least. Nothing extracurricular.”

“Oh.”

“I’m more into abstract math, if I’m being honest.”

He smiled. “Oh, you’re one of those.”

You laughed, shoving him on the shoulder playfully, but regretting it as you saw his smile drop a bit. “People are so judgmental about abstract math, as if it isn’t the study of the founding principles of mathematics.”

“So you think adding a pineapple and a banana is the foundation of mathematics?” he quirked an eyebrow.

“Okay, there’s so much more to abstract mathematics than weird variables,” you frowned. “Like basic functions on matrices! Don’t act like it isn’t dope as fuck to add, subtract, multiply and divide matrices. If you saw my whiteboard in my dorm you would understand.”

“If I had a whiteboard now I could prove to you that abstract math is overrated,” he countered.

“I’d love to see you try,” you scoffed. You hadn’t really meant it literally.

“I don’t have anything for the rest of the day,” he shrugged. It took you a moment to realize he was suggesting to actually come to your room and talk about math. You weren’t sure if that was even what would happen if you went back to your dorm…

You opened your mouth to say that you were busy, that you couldn’t, that you shouldn’t, so you were a little surprised when you heard yourself say “sure” instead.

And that was how you ended up sitting on your kitchen counter with Peter Parker between your legs, kissing you like you’d never been kissed before.

It sort of happened all at once. He just grabbed you and you were confused but went with it, because life is short and he was cute and his hands felt unexpectedly wonderful as they gripped your back.

You gasped a bit when he started to pull your shirt over your head but he didn’t slow down, quickly removing his own-- oh, hello there six-pack, nice to meet you-- kissing you again as he wrapped his hands around your waist and slid you off the counter, guiding your legs to wrap around his hips. He carried you to the bedroom with unexpected grace; he was so much stronger than he looked. And he looked different than he ever had before as he tossed you down onto your bed and started to kiss his way down your abdomen while his fingers slipped under the waistband of your shorts.

“Oh god, Peter!” you yelped as he kissed along your thighs, pulling down your shorts and underwear and tossing them to the side.

“Say my name again,” he demanded before instantly latching onto your clit, sucking and licking directly onto the bundle of nerves.

And you really had no choice in the matter, his name pouring from your lips over and over, accentuated with a yelp as he shoved two fingers into you, finding and massaging your g-spot before you could even process everything you were feeling.

“Oh my god, fuck, Peter!” you hissed, your head falling back onto the mattress so hard it bounced a little.

You were barreling towards an orgasm faster than you probably ever had before. This was nothing like the few other hook-ups you’d had since starting college-- it wasn’t even like the times you’d been alone with your hand or a vibrator. This was like an assault on the senses, so powerful that you couldn’t even really keep track of the sounds you were making or anything that wasn’t his mouth on you and his fingers in you.

“I’m gonna come, oh my god, I’m gonna come don’t stop please--” you moaned as your words turned into mostly incoherent nonsense. How could you be expected to form a sentence in these conditions?

Thankfully, he didn’t stop. He kept lapping at your clit as if he hadn’t even noticed your pleading, his fingers twisting inside you even as your walls clenched so tightly around them that it became difficult to keep up the pace. Your hips involuntarily bucked against his face, your legs quivered as he refused to give you any reprieve from the sensation, but he kept going.

“Oh fuck, fuckfuckfuck Peter I can’t-- it’s too much-- oh god,” you babbled, but it fell on deaf ears. A small part of your brain was confused why he wouldn’t stop-- you hadn’t told him outright to stop but it was kind of implied, right? Wasn’t it some amount of not okay that he was still going? It made your gut sink in a way that was equal parts disturbing and erotic.

You were trying to pull away but his arms wrapped around your thighs and held you down. God, he was strong. He looked kind of skinny in those hoodies he was usually wearing, but now that he was actually exerting some force he was clearly muscular. You felt helpless and it, oddly enough, turned you on.

“Peter, please, oh my god, slow down I-- I can’t take any more,” you whimpered; your voice came out all high-pitched and squeaky and it would’ve been embarrassing if you had enough brainpower left to care.

He groaned against your skin but said nothing, using his teeth to lightly graze your clit. Your whole body jerked at that, a sob tearing from your lips suddenly. It felt like you were past the point of orgasm now and just lost in some sort of aggressively intense world of pleasure-- it neared pain, really. You had never been pushed to your limits like this; you hadn’t even realized that there were limits which one could be pushed to this way! It was exhilarating and exhausting and overwhelming. You fought tears from forming because it would be so embarrassing to cry right now, and he would probably freak out and think you were hurt or something… maybe you were hurt, you couldn’t even tell at this point. But at this point, it was unstoppable. You were fucking crying from the overstimulation and he hadn’t even put his cock in you yet. Your face was so hot that your own tears felt cool as they poured down your cheeks.

Finally, he stopped when he heard your sobs. But instead of concern or fear or confusion, his expression was simply joy.

“Oh, you look so cute when you cry,” he cooed, sliding back up your body to kiss your tears away as they fell. Then he kissed your mouth, open and sloppy and aggressive, and the taste of yourself on his tongue made your head spin.

Before you could collect your thoughts, he pulled back and made quick work of his jeans and boxers-- fuck, he was big.

“You’re too kind,” he grinned, discarding the clothes and stroking his cock a few times.

You hadn’t realized you had said it out loud, and you felt a little nervous but then he was on you again, kissing you roughly and forcing his tongue into your mouth. You felt him reaching down, gripping his cock and rubbing it through your folds. You were soaked, and swollen, and nearly sore. Every time the tip slid over your clit, you jumped a little.

He pushed into you ever so slightly, moving the head of his cock inside you and nothing more. You whined with confusion and anticipation, but he continued on teasing you.

“Please,” you whimpered into his kiss.

He pulled back and looked down at you, his eyes blown so wide that they looked like they’d gone black. “What was that?” he asked, and you sighed because you knew he could hear you the first time.

“Please, Peter,” you repeated, louder, “I need more.”

“More…?”

You sobbed with frustration, and desire. “Fuck me, please.”

He thrusted forward and you groaned as his cock stretched you open. It was like night and day, how he went from slowly teasing you to slamming into your eager walls. You cried out and gripped at his arms, just trying to steady yourself and maybe stop your skull from whacking the headboard if possible.

“You love it, don’t you? You love my cock,” he growled. His voice was lower, gravelly. He sounded like an entirely different person.

“Yes,” you replied weakly.

“Say it,” he demanded.

No one had ever talked to you like this before and it made your cheeks burn. “I-- I love your cock,” you stammered.

He smiled and you hoped you’d done it right, and that he wasn’t smiling at your obvious nervousness or lack of experience. You didn’t understand how this was normally supposed to go, because you didn’t normally hook up with people so casually-- you had just never really been interested in it. But now that he was fucking you so hard you could barely breathe, you were starting to get the appeal. God, your last boyfriend hadn’t even made you come in five months of dating, meanwhile five minutes with Peter had made you a sobbing mess. Even now you were biting your lip to hold back your tears from the sheer intensity of the sensations you were experiencing.

“Oh, you poor thing,” he pouted condescendingly. “You don’t wanna cry but you can’t help it, huh? You’re my dumb little crybaby aren’t you?”

You tried not to react to that but you knew he felt your walls clench suddenly.

“You like that? You like being my stupid whore?”

“S-stop,” you begged weakly, feeling beyond humiliated.

“But you like it, angel, I can tell. Don’t lie to me.”

He reached down to swirl his thumb over your clit, laughing at the way you tensed up and tried to squirm away.

“Is it too much princess?” he asked, but the nickname read less sweet and more mocking. “Isn’t this what you wanted? You asked me to fuck you. Begged me. Now you act like you can’t take it, like you’re this delicate little flower and not the dirty fucking whore I know you are.”

“I-- I’m not a whore,” you denied even as you struggled to suppress your obvious arousal from the derogatory nature of his words. You felt a little guilty for being into it, and slightly insulted, but fuck if it didn’t make your back arch and your throat dry and your pussy so excessively wet.

“Oh, don’t play dumb,” he scoffed. “But, maybe you’re not playing. You really are dumb, aren’t you?”

You logically knew that it was too late to deny anything he said, but you still clung onto your dignity as best you could. “N-no!”

“Not all the time, just when you’re wet. Isn’t that right? You get so desperate for cock and you don’t wanna be smart, you just wanna be somebody’s brainless fuckdoll.”

That sounded so appealing in some forbidden, filthy way and all of a sudden you were going to come again, any second now.

“Yes!” you nearly screamed, falling into your pleasure.

“Come on my cock, baby,” he encouraged, “come for me.”

You didn’t even sound like yourself with the noises you made, or maybe it was just that you’d never had the chance to make noises like that before. Either way, your orgasm crashed through you and nearly punched the air out of your lungs. Your toes went numb. You didn’t even know that could happen. And most important of all, your walls tensed and fluttered so hard that he began moaning into your ear.

“Fuck, ‘m gonna come inside you.” You couldn’t tell if it was a warning, like he was asking permission, or if he was just informing you of his intentions which you would be powerless to stop even if you told him not to. You didn’t have to find out because you were on the pill, but it made you realize all too suddenly that you should’ve had him put on a condom-- how could you have forgotten?

His moans turned hoarse and with a growl and a tightened grip on your hips, he spilled deep in you, coating your walls as his length flexed and twitched inside you. For a moment you were just stuck like that, his weight holding you down as he caught his breath, and finally he rolled to the side and you could breathe cool air again.

“That was…” he began but trailed off, pulling you closer and kissing your shoulder. “You’re amazing.”

It was quite the shift from how he had been talking before. It was comforting, but you were still a little confused. “Really?”

He laughed softly. “Did you not notice? God, I’ve wanted you for so long…”

You were curious about where he was going with that, but then he suddenly sat up.

“Do you want some water?” he offered.

“Uh, yeah,” you smiled. “The cups are in the cabinet just to the left of the microwave.”

He nodded and gave you a quick peck on the cheek before sliding out of the bed, slipping his boxers on over his still-hard cock which was now coated in your come and his, and dashing out of the room.

You were mostly content to just lay there, although you felt uncharacteristically sore between your legs, and quite… sticky. You glanced over to your whiteboard and realized he never had any intentions of talking with you about abstract math. Was this just a one-time thing, or was he going to come back and ask you out? Were you boyfriend and girlfriend now? Or were you just a clueless romantic who thought that sleeping together meant more than it really did?

You rolled over and saw Peter’s phone resting on the bedside table. He must have set it there when he was stripping quickly while you two had been making out-- or that’s what you were pretty sure the order of events had been, it had all happened so fast…

At that exact moment, the screen lit up with a notification. You were about to roll back and not look at all, until you got a glimpse of the words.

PHYS 507, row 3, seat 14

You furrowed your brow. It looked like an alert for an upcoming class, except that this was your class, the one you had with him, and it wasn’t until tomorrow. No assignments due today, either. And what was with the row/seat thing? Peter didn’t sit in the third row… you did.

You picked up the phone just enough to angle it to see the rest of the notification. It wasn’t a calendar alert; it was a text message. “PHYS 507, row 3, seat 14” was the contact name. You could only get a preview of the message…

okay, it’s done isn’t it? can you please delete those pic….

You were curious, or maybe just concerned. Was the seat number supposed to be the person texting him? How were you supposed to keep track of who sat where to know who it was?

It had to be somebody from your row, but it was just you, Jackie, and a bunch of random dudes that Peter had never seemed to have any interaction with.

You assumed you wouldn’t be able to unlock the phone to even try to snoop, which you didn’t want to do anyways, but when you slid your thumb over the screen, you gasped when it opened straight to the conversation. Who didn’t put a password on their phone?

okay, it’s done isn’t it? can you please delete those pictures now? I did what you asked. I won’t tell anyone. just send me proof that the photos are gone, please.

You felt a little sick. You had no idea what this meant but it scared you. You saw the conversation from before but it didn’t make any sense. You scrolled back up to try to figure out what they were talking about and gasped when you saw a picture Peter had sent to the contact.

It was Jackie. But she wasn’t alone. She was on her knees in the lab room, and you gagged when you realized what she was doing-- or really, who she was doing it to.

She’d told you she had a casual thing with a new guy but refused to say who it was. You realized why now. She was fucking your professor, and you just knew she was doing it to get a better grade. You had been trying to figure out how she was earning higher marks than you but never seemed to be able to discuss the class material. It all made sense now, but it wasn’t a comforting feeling.

You scrolled down a bit to see the conversation after the photo, and your blood went cold as you read it.

You saw several more messages but you couldn’t bring yourself to read any of it. You knew everything you needed to know.

You weren’t sure what inspired you to open his camera roll… of course you wouldn’t find anything comforting there. But you had to see for yourself.

It was just a list of folders, so many you could keep scrolling for ages. Each had a label and a thumbnail image.

The thumbnail of Jackie on her knees jumped out first. PHYS 507, row 3, seat 14. 45 images.

A girl in a lacy bra posing for the camera. PHYS 509, row 1, seat 8. 12 images.

Two girls making out in a crowded room, holding red solo cups. ENGL 104, row 12, seat 5. 6 images.

A nude selfie in front of a mirror. PHIL 108, row 2, seat 2. 14 images.

And then the one that made your heart stop. It was a picture of you in a bikini, taken by a friend on spring break. PHYS 507, row 3, seat 13. 1 image.

The second you jumped up, dropping the phone, he was there with your promised glass of water in hand.

“What’s wrong?” he asked innocently. Just a second of silence was enough for him to pick up his phone from the floor and realize what had happened with a grin. “Oh, that,” he sighed, slipping it into his pocket after looking down at it with a sort of loving look, like he was proud of his work. “I suppose it’s my fault for leaving my phone right there, without a password, knowing I would get a text from Jackie any minute.”

“You wanted me to see it,” you grimaced, “you wanted me to see what you did to my friend. What you did to all those girls.”

“I didn’t do anything. They do all the heavy lifting, I just hack them and get pictures of it. Or, in your friend’s case, I hack them, find out they’re fucking the professor, and follow them to their next rendezvous.”

“You’re fucking sick,” you spat, and he just shrugged. “You’d better delete those photos of Jackie.”

“I will, don’t worry,” he soothed. “It’s a shame though, she was pretty prolific. You, on the other hand, you’re a good girl. You even had pretty good security, I respect that. Here’s a tip: your ISP creates the intranet that your wireless webcam uses to connect to your laptop. It’s password protected, but it defaults to your phone number, and most people never change it. Including yourself.”

You shivered. “You watched me with it, didn’t you?”

“Well, I had to since you didn’t have any good photos of yourself. And you do a decent job of erasing your porn history… but not a perfect job. You watch some interesting stuff. And you look so hot with your hand stuffed in your panties, rubbing yourself to whatever nasty shit you’re watching...”

“Shut up,” you demanded, covering your ears, “stop, please. This is so fucked up.”

He laughed a little. “You look better in person though. A webcam could never capture how perfect you look when you come.”

“Please just stop,” you sobbed.

“Stop what? I’m just telling you the truth.”

“I should’ve listened to my friends. You’re a freak.”

“Hmm, you seemed to like it before.”

“Just delete those pictures of Jackie… and let me go…” you seethed.

“I will,” he promised. “But, I need something to make up for the loss of some great spank bank material.”

You felt sick. But what else was new?

“I need to finally get some good pictures of you. Come on, isn’t it sad that your folder is so empty?” he pouted, pulling the phone back out from his pocket. “I could ruin a lot of lives with these folders. Just let me take a few photos and you can spare them all the humiliation. Nothing I haven’t seen you do before.”

You really really wanted to just deck him, but you knew he could probably release those photos with just one push of a button. He was prepared.

“Don’t post them,” you pleaded.

“You’ll be good?”

You clenched your jaw. “I’ll be good,” you answered through your teeth.

“Oh, look at you,” he cooed, “such a sweet girl you are. Helping out your friend even after she threw you into the lion’s den to protect her secret.”

You hadn’t thought about it that way. A pit formed in your stomach.

“Now come over here and get on your knees,” he grinned, turning on the camera.

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beneathashadytree · 3 years

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CHOCOLATE MILKSHAKE - TSUKISHIMA KEI X READER

Warnings : Just a few curse words, this is set after the timeskip, lots of teasing (c'mon guys, this is Tsukki), reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : tooth-rotting fluff!!! fr!!!

Word count : 1.4K words

Synopsis : Tsukishima Kei wasn't a difficult boyfriend, but he certainly wasn't a fan of Valentine's day---that doesn't mean he'd ever tell his lover no, though.

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"So," I leaned against the doorframe, a (hopefully charming) grin on my face as I looked down at my boyfriend, "Valentine's day, huh?"

"Don't even think about it," he grunted, not even looking up from his laptop, where he'd been typing away furiously for the past three hours at the very least.

I whined, uncrossing my arms and looking rather pitiful, "Aww, c'mon Kei, why not?"

The blonde sighed from his seat, momentarily taking off his glasses to rub at his tired eyes, "Because, it's a stupid holiday. I mean, what is there to celebrate?" his tired tone almost made me chuckle, had I not wanted to pout some more to convince him of my point.

Flopping on the bed beside his desk, I rested my head on my hand and looked up at him, batting my eyelashes hopefully, "The fact that we love each other?"

He snorted, "Nice try," he punched a few keys before deciding to call it a day and shut down his laptop, proceeding to then reach over and ruffle my hair, earning several angry protests from me, "It's not like I'm an ass to you on other days of the year."

At that, I quirked my eyebrow, causing him to roll his eyes as he got up.

"Not always," he corrected himself, beginning to make his way outside of the bedroom but pausing at the door, "I'm gonna make myself a cup of coffee, want me to make you anything to drink?"

Without looking in a mirror, I was sure that my gaze had softened. It's true that Tsukishima Kei never was exactly what one would call straightforward about his feelings, nor was he the most vocal when it came to being vulnerable, but that never took away from the fact that he had to be one of the most caring people I've ever known.

His love came in subtleties and miniscule gestures that could slip by unnoticed; if one wasn't attuned to his love language, that is. And the way he looked after his loved ones was apparent in his frequent but offhand offers to help or dote, often presented in the form of nonchalance so as not to show just how deeply he sometimes worried. That was just who he was, and I found every bit of my cool-headed boyfriend endearing.

An idea suddenly popped in my head, "Hey, why don't we grab something to drink together?" he narrowed his eyes at me skeptically, and I went on, making my way to stand beside him, "I know you don't want to go on any silly dates in frilly cafés on Valentine's day, but this could be more your style, and we get to spend the day together, so it's a plus!"

He retorted, "We literally live with each other, go to the same university, and even work at the same museum," with a smirk, he flicked my forehead, "If anything, I'm kind of sick of you."

"Well, boo-hoo, that must suck for you," I said with a deadpan expression, before perking up once again, "No, but for real, I'd genuinely appreciate it. I love going out with you, and even if you don't think it's a proper holiday, I think it's pretty neat. What do you say?"

When the crease between his eyebrows smoothed out and his eyes grew softer, I knew I'd already won him over. Contrary to popular belief, Kei wasn't exactly impossible to deter. Yes, he had a rather stubborn disposition, but that didn't mean that a little gentle persuasion wouldn't work on him.

He nodded, and I couldn't help the ecstatic grin that formed on my face, and I quickly pecked his lips, reveling in the way his cheeks burned red and his hand crept up to rub at the back of his neck in embarrassment, mumbling a quiet, "Dummy," that held no malice behind it (in fact, though he'd never admit it, he actually sounded rather happy saying it).

***

"Oooh, look at that one, it looks so sweet," my jaw dropped in awe as I read the ingredients of the milkshake I had my eyes on, all of which were sickeningly sugary.

Kei scrunched his nose in half-disgust, half-annoyance, "That looks like you'll throw your guts up if you have more than two sips of it."

"Oh, ye of bland tastes!" I dramatically sighed as I stood in line to order, while Kei had an exasperated expression on his face.

With a roll of his eyes, he pointed at the menu overhead, "That's almost 600 hundred yen worth of cavities."

"Yeah, but it's a Valentine's day special!" I protested, "We have to buy it, you grumpy ass."

"Fine, fine," he raised his palms up to the sky, "Just don't come asking for tummy rubs when your stomachache is a bitch."

I pinched his side at that, enjoying how he squirmed as I glared at him playfully, "Like you'd ever turn away cuddle time."

"I wouldn't, but I might retire from being your personal heater," he said, his expression completely serious, before a large hand pressed against my back, "It's our turn to order, c'mon."

Feeling a little flustered as the barista had just watched us bicker like an old married couple (despite us having not even graduated university), I greeted her with a small smile and waited while she took our order.

As she began to pile up the cup with sugary goodness, Kei took the opportunity to tease me for 'embarrassing myself in public like the idiot I am.'

I nearly punched him in the stomach (wouldn't be the first time I do; his wretched height meant that I couldn't pull him into a headlock), had the woman not asked me for my straw preference.

Before I could ask for two of the paper ones, knowing that my boyfriend would never downright admit that he wanted to share the drink with me, he had already reached over and plucked a glass straw from the pile.

After we had split the bill and received the gigantic cup topped off with a heap of sweets and whipped cream, I couldn't help but coo at the straw he'd chosen to buy. It was simple enough; a dark blue glass straw, but what I found really endearing was the purple glass heart in the middle of the straw, before it split into two glass straw ends.

"So you can be loving sometimes after all," I teased him as we sat down by the window, watching as his the blush bloomed on his face, trying his best to scowl as he refused to meet my eyes.

"Shut up," he grumbled, lowering his voice as he spoke the next part, "You already know I love you."

"That I do," and I couldn't help that satisfaction that seeped through my words, "You know, I personally find this straw cute."

"You're embarrassing. I'm just cutting down on our waste and trying to get a reusable straw," he huffed, lowering his head to take a sip, and wincing as the strong saccharine taste hit his buds.

Humming, I decided to tease him a little more, "Still don't think it's as sweet as you are."

At that, he spluttered, coughing and trying to hide his shy smile behind his hand, calming down soon after to gesture that I drink.

Happy with the reaction I'd received, I took a taste myself, and the action caused both our heads to bump against each other, and I let out a small giggle.

The close proximity meant I was able to see every single detail on his handsome face; from the ash-blonde curls falling in front of his glasses, to the golden specks in his honey eyes every time the light from the window hit him just right. I found myself unable to look away, even as I sipped mindlessly at the chocolate milkshake at hand.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer," he poked my side, that ridiculously hot smirk of his painting his damp lips once again.

Pulling my phone out from my purse in my lap, I mused, "I think I will."

The smirk melted into that gentle smile of his I absolutely adored, and as my camera snapped the shot, I was struck with the realisation that I wanted to spend every single 14th of February with the same man I was enamored with.

And knowing him, he'd pretend to be grouchy and grumpy every single time, but he'd melt into a jumbled mess of fond stares and sweet grins at the end of the day. That's just how it was when Tsukishima Kei loved.

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volleychumps · 4 years

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Could I please request an imagine where seijoh has a cute first year manager and everyone crushes on her. Plus their reactions when they find out she’s dating terushima.

Aww yes!!!! I can definitely see a lot of the first and second years hardcore crushing on their manager, and the third years (minus Oikawa) being a bit protective over their cute first year. Thank you for the request!!!

All creds to the creator of this gif!

The Shock to Seijoh

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“Kunimi, come get pumped for this set with me!”

“I am pumped. Don’t tell me what to do, Kindaichi.”

“He says with no emotion whatsoever. Do you ever not feel angsty?” Yahaba quips as Kunimi’s eyes narrow to glare slightly at the second year, who sticks his tongue out as he remains unfazed at the harshness directed towards him. You frown, hearing the whole conversation as you slow your steps from walking with the third years, clearing your throat.

“Yahaba, what did I say about messing with Kunimi before a game?” You raise a hand to pat Kunimi’s back as Yahaba immediately changes his behavior, slightly embarrassed he had made your cute self do that thing where you puff your cheeks slightly with air.

“Not to...”

“Good. I don’t need my boys fighting when you need to be out there as a team. Did you forget that?” You raise both hands to pat both Yahaba’s and Kindaichi’s heads before offering the three underclassmen a bright smile, satisfied with their unanimous responses. You fail to notice the blush on Kindaichi’s cheeks, the redness on Kunimi’s ears, and the nervous twiddling of thumbs of Yahaba as Seijoh enters the court.

“What are you, our coach?”

“Was that attitude, Kunimi?”

“....I suppose not.”

“Oi. Little one.” Matsukawa motions you over as the boys begin to set their bags down on the bench, Oikawa holding his hands up to you with a pout, signalling he wanted you to help him with his stretches. Iwaizumi promptly flicks him in the head with an irritable glare as Hanamaki jogs over to where you now stood with Hanamaki, helping pull Oikawa’s arms.

“Jozenji. We know about their players but not really about how they play as a team. Do you know anything?”

Shockingly, the upperclassmen watch as their first year manager they all took a silent vow to protect suddenly becomes nervous. Your usual determined attitude was now replaced with a timid one as you clear your throat, sheepish grin making it’s way onto your face as the team began to gather, causing you to groan internally.

“U-Um...they have sort of a wild way of playing-”

“She’s nervous.”

“What-no I’m not-”

“She’s stuttering. Iwa she’s stuttering.”

“I can hear, dumbass.”

“Wait, why would you know how they play as a team?” Matsukawa presses, looming over you like an older brother as you bite your lip. Dammit.

“Something you’re not telling us, shrimp?” Hanamaki uses your head as an arm rest as you shuffle uncomfortably, laughing sheepishly.

“What? Why would I-?”

“She’s deflecting.”

“Kunimi! No!” You say a little too forcibly as Yahaba slings an arm around your shoulder, leaning in to you with a teasing grin.

“You’re hiding something~”

“Watari, please you’re the only sane one, get these idiots ready to get on the court!”

“I...I’m also kind of interested in why you’re acting like this.”

Before you can claim it was your womanly time of the month in order to get a majority of them to shift away uncomfortably, the sound of the other team’s sneakers squeaking on the court causes your breath to hitch in your throat.

Well, this was a predicament.

“Yahaba, get off-!”

“Why so suspicious, Y/N?”

“Oho! Just what is happening to my baby over here?”

A familiar voice sounds in your ears as a pair of sneakers sounds as if their approaching, and you pinch the bridge of your nose. Great.

“Yoo-Hoo! Y/N, why is my cute girlfriend lost in a sea of men?”

You blanch as you find sudden interest in your feet, Yahaba removing himself from your shoulder in a confused manner as you feel a strong, yet familiar arm replace it.

The Seijoh team all immediately grew tense as the captain of the Jozenji team uses one of his arms to pull you into his chest, a quick kiss being placed on the top of your head as you find yourself too shocked to respond.

Was this seriously how you were going to tell your boys you had just recently gotten a boyfriend?

“...Hi Yuji.” You mumble, embarrassed as you feel the shocked stares of the team you manage trained on your connected figures.

“This your team babes? Are they nice to you? Why are they all gathered around you like some wolf pack?”

You look up, signalling with your eyes warnings as Terushima grins down at you, and you bite back a groan. The guy you were dating had no filter, apparently.

“Y/N...you have a boyfriend?” Iwaizumi, surprisingly, is the first one to say something as you nod once, still not meeting any of their eyes. Why did it feel like you were betraying them?

“...so you’re like, sleeping with the enemy?”

“What?! No!” You exclaim, glaring at Yahaba who raises his hands in defense. “I am not sleeping with him!”

“...yet. You’re not sleeping with me yet.”

You panic as Hanamaki and Matsukawa both simutaneously roll up their sleeves, shoving a giggling Terushima away as he pouts at you.

“You’re making this worse, Yuji!”

“Don’t keep me a secret then, cutie.” Terushima is slick, and uses your shoving as a way to use your wrist to pull you close so that your noses are brushing. “Shall I mark you as my own in front of all of them?”

You squeak a little bit at the unexpectedness of the motion, and Terushima is then promptly pushed lightly off of you as Oikawa grins, putting his own hand out to shake his. His smile, however, is anything but kind.

“Let’s just focus on today’s match, ne?”

“Y/N, we’re still on for after, right?” Yuji speaks around the captain, and you can practically see the irk mark pop up on Oikawa’s head as you put your head in your hands.

Terushima was such a little shithead.

“If I say yes, will you please get on the other side of the court?”

“Yes, princess.”

“Then yes.”

“No kiss good luck?”

“Yuji, I swear-”

“Kidding. I’ll get plenty of that later.” Terushima’s wink sends a blush straight to your cheeks as he spins on his heel, the wild boy offering a backwards wave to the Seijoh team. “Good luck, men!”

The silence that settles around you and your team makes you palm your face. Literally, why?! Why like this? You had found out about Seijoh playing Jozenji that morning, but you had strictly told Terushima you were waiting to tell them about the two of you.

“I don’t approve.”

“Same, Makki. Is he blackmailing you, Y/N? Does he have some dirt on you?” Matsukawa questions as you pat the back of a shocked Kindaichi. Iwaizumi steps forward after seeming to be deep in thought.

“I know a guy-”

“You are not putting a hit on the captain of the team we’re about to play, Iwa-chan.”

“Y/N...are you happy?” Kindaichi asks, and you smile a little before nodding. Finally, a question you could answer.

“Yes. He’s trouble, sometimes, but...I do. I really like him.”

The tension lessens drastically as the team hesitates. That’s all they wanted for you, right? For you to be happy?

“I still don’t like him.”

“You don’t like anyone Kunimi, but you don’t have to.” You reassure your fellow first year, feeling a tad guilty. You weren’t dense, you could tell some of the underclassmen were beginning to develop crushes on you as their manager, but you never would have guessed they might have been deeper than you thought.

“He has to pass in my book for you to keep seeing him.” Matsukawa declares with a nodding Hanamaki as you roll your eyes, flinching at the sound of the whistle, signalling the teams needed to make their way on to the court.

“Go! All of you! We can talk about my love life after you win!”

“If we win, will you break up with that douche?”

“Yahaba!”

“Okay, but at least consider it?”

“If I say yes, will you idiots play your hardest?”

You sweat drop at the simutaneous nod from all of them as you roll your eyes, knowing that you would most definitely not be changing your mind about Terushima.

“Yes.”

“Seems like you’re lying, but I’ll take it.” Kunimi breaks into a jog followed by Kindaichi as you take a deep breath, suddenly exhausted.

Terushima smirks from the other side of the court, winking at you once as you look away quickly, causing the captain to chuckle.

Terushima shivered as he felt the aura of the other team that his girlfriend managed take position. He had a feeling that he was in for a potential loss, today.

Let’s just say Seijoh had never once played with so much fire on their heels ever.

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu anime #haikyuu seijoh #seijoh #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu terushima #haikyuu oikawa #haikyuu iwaizumi #haikyuu aoba johsai #Aoba Johsai

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grailfinders · 3 years

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Fate and Phantasms #154

Today on Fate and Phantasms we’re making one of our most requested builds to date and the final Hassan so far, the First Hassan. He’s uh... not exactly subtle, huh? To make this walking engine of death, take 2 parts Samurai Fighter for some sword skills and magic resistance, 1 part Soulknife Rogue for obscene amounts of damage and an unnoticeable blade, and sprinkle some Grave Cleric to taste, just enough for some supernatural abilities and even more damage.

Check out his build breakdown below the cut, or his character sheet over here!

Next up: Our first anniversary! How romantic!

Race and Background

The Old Man of the Mountain was Human a long time ago, but he reached his fame during his undeath, making him a Hollow One. He’s also the closest thing we’re going to get to a Revenant in FGO, as in normal human history he’d only pop up when a younger Hassan needs a lesson in humility. All this adds up to you getting +1 Strength, +1 Wisdom and +1 Constitution, as well as a Relentless Nature that means you gain 1 hit point at the start of your turn while bloodied, you come back to life 24 hours after dying, and you always know exactly where the hassan who fucked up is. The downside to this is your go back to the afterlife as soon as you finish your task here on earth. You are Ageless, which is exactly what it says on the tin. You Cling to Life, so rolling a 16 or higher on a death save is as good as rolling a 20, bringing you back to 1 HP instantly. Your Revenance means you show up as undead when it comes to magical effects that sense that sort of thing, and you can use your Unsettling Presence to give a creature disadvantage on its next save for a minute as an action. You can use that last one once per long rest.

Hoo boy that’s a lot of racial bonuses. Fortunately your background’s nice and simple- as an Acolyte, you get Religion and Insight proficiency.

Ability Scores

You like big swords and big armor, so get that Strength up as high as possible for big swings. After that is Wisdom. We need it for multiclassing and for actually finding the Hassans. Little buggers are sneaky. Third is Dexterity- you don’t really care about stealth, but you are a ghost. Plus we need it for multiclassing. You’re literally undead- that makes you hard to kill. Your Constitution’s not half bad. Your Charisma is okay, you’re good at intimidating people, but you’re not that personable aside from that. Finally, dump Intelligence. I would never call you stupid, you’ve just got more important things to deal with than Arcana and Medicine. I know religion is an intelligence check, we’ll take care of it in a bit.

Class Levels

1. Fighter 1: If we want that creepy skull armor we’ve got to start as a Fighter, which makes you proficient in Strength and Constitution saves, as well as Intimidation and Perception. Like I said earlier, you’re very scary, and you’ve got to see your target to kill them, which is actually important when you hunt Hassans for an unliving.

You also get a Fighting Style. Your Superior Technique lets you make a Menacing Attack once per short rest. You add 1d6 to your attack’s damage, and if they fail a wisdom save (DC 8+str mod+proficiency) they’re frightened of you for the round.

You also gain a Second Wind which you can use to heal yourself as a bonus action. It’s like your normal healing factor, just a bit faster.

2. Rogue 1: Multiclassing into rogue gives you proficiency with Stealth. It’s not that you care about sneaking around that much, but you are a ghost.

You can also use your Sneak Attack to add extra damage to a blow once per turn. You have to be using a finesse weapon, and either have advantage on the attack or have another ally within 5′ of them.

Finally, you get Expertise in two skills, doubling your proficiency bonus in Intimidation and Religion.

You also learn Thieves’ Cant. It’s a language.

3. Rogue 2: Second level rogues can use their Cunning Action to Dash, Disengage, or Hide as a bonus action. You might not really be a ghost here, but you can certainly disappear like one.

4. Rogue 3: At your third level or roguery you become a Soulknife, earning you some serious Psionic Power. You get a number of d6 equal to twice your proficiency bonus, which you can use in a couple different ways. You regain all your psionic dice after long rests, and you can use a bonus action to get one back each short rest.

Currently, you can use psionic dice on your Psi-Bolstered Knack, adding the number you roll to an ability check you’re proficient in. If it succeeds, the die is expended.

You can also use it to activate Psychic Whispers. You can speak telepathically with a number of creatures equal to your proficiency bonus, for a number of hours equal to what you rolled. You also have to be within 1 mile of each other. You can use it once per long rest for free, or by spending a die later.

More importantly, you gain Psychic Blades, melee weapons that deal psychic damage and have finesse. If it hits a creature, it doesn’t leave a mark.

Also your sneak attack is 2d6 now.

5. Rogue 4: We’re not investing too much into constitution, so use your first Ability Score Improvement to get the Tough Feat. This gives you an extra 10 hp now, and 2 more each time you level up from here on out.

6. Rogue 5: Fifth level rogues get an Uncanny Dodge, letting you halve the damage on an incoming attack as a reaction. Hitting one of your vitals is a... tricky proposition, to say the least.

You also get a bigger sneak attack this round- 3d6.

7. Fighter 2: Second level fighters get an Action Surge once per short rest. It’ll add an extra action to your turn.

8. Fighter 3: Third level fighters get a martial adept, and the Samurai get their FIghting Spirit. Three times per long rest, you gain advantage on all your attacks for the turn, and gain some temporary HP as a bonus action. Free sneak attacks and more health! It’s a win for everyone!

9. Fighter 4: Use this ASI to bump up your Strength for stronger attacks. Remember, finesse just means you canuse dexterity, not that you have to.

10. Cleric 1: Now it’s time to make things scary. First level Grave clerics can cast and prepare Spells using their Wisdom, like Bane and False Life to scare your enemies even more and make yourself even harder to kill. You also gain a Circle of Mortality, letting you heal creatures for the maximum possible if they’re at 0 HP. You also also learn the cantrip Spare the Dying, which for you has a longer range and shorter casting time.

You also gain Eyes of the Grave, letting you sense undead nearby Wisdom Modifier times per long rest.

For cantrips, you also learn Resistance to be a little bit better than everyone else, Toll the Dead for hopefully obvious reasons, and Thaumaturgy to scare the crap out of anyone who hasn’t run off once the bell sounds.

11. Cleric 2: The real fireworks start now. Second level clerics can Channel Divinity once per short rest in one of two ways. The classic Turn Undead is fine, but we’re here more for Path to the Grave. Invoking this as an action gives a target creature vulnerability to you or your ally’s next attack for this round.

12. Fighter 5: Fifth level fighters get an Extra Attack each attack action. Attack twice with one action, or four times with two.

13. Rogue 6: Sixth level rogues get another round of Expertise, doubling your proficiency with Stealth and Perception.

14. Rogue 7: Your last level of rogue grants you Evasion, making your failed dexterity saves act like successes, and successes ignore the damage entirely.

15. Fighter 6: Use this ASI to bump up your Strength one last time, maximizing it for the most damage and accuracy possible.

16. Fighter 7: Seventh level samurai become Elegant Courtier, adding their wisdom bonuses to persuasion checks. I’d suggest talking with your DM to change it to intimidation checks for obvious reasons, but that’s on you. This also gives you proficiency with Wisdom saves.

17. Fighter 8: Use this ASI to grab the Sentinel feat, dropping a creature’s movement to 0 when you hit it with an opportunity attack. You can also make opportunity attacks against creatures attacking others, and you can make them against creatures who have disengaged. The perfect weapon to fight against assassins.

18. Fighter 9: Ninth level fighters are Indomitable, letting them re-roll a failed save once per long rest. Protection of the Faithful is a hell of a drug.

19. Fighter 10: Tenth level Samurai have a Tireless Spirit, letting you regain a use of Fighting Spirit at the start of a fight if you’re all out. Your duty doesn’t end. Ever.

20. Fighter 11: Your capstone level gives you another Extra Attack each action, three per turn, or six with your action surge.

Pros:

Having a weapon that leaves no trace is a serious upside for someone like you. Your expertise in stealth also means you have a pretty good shot at avoiding unnecessary fights, even with heavy armor.

You excel at both burst and consistent damage, specializing in hard to avoid psychic attacks. Path to the Grave combined with your Menacing Attack and Sneak Attack will let you deal (6d6+5)*2 damage in a single blow. It’s not as powerful as Sanson’s, but you can use your action surge to set it up a lot easier. That and your maxed out strength makes hitting creatures accurately a lot easier.

With proficiency in two of the three big saves and Evasion propping up your one weakness, you’re pretty solid against magical attacks, which will certainly make dealing with the Hassans a lot easier.

Cons:

Using Path to the Grave for your own attacks is still kind of awkward, and you just have to hope you can get a solid hit in that round. Not much you can do to fix that.

I’m always going to knock a build a point if you have to bend the rules to make it work. Elegant Courtier just doesn’t work for the build rules as written, and technically you can’t use psychic blades for attacks of opportunity. I don’t feel those are massive power shifts, but it’s something you’d have to talk with your DM about, so it’s still a negative.

We don’t need Dexterity at all, except for multiclassing minimums. Starting with that 13 in another ability score would be very useful.

#fate grand order #fgo #D&D 5e #dnd #First Hassan #Rogue #Cleric #Fighter

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republictrooper · 3 years

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“Bioware is for the gays”

Is it though?

IS IT THOUGH, BUDDY?

I mean, lets think about it. I’m gonna tackle it from a gay/MLM perspective. I’ll even start with the slightly more gay friendly franchise, Dragon Age.

Dragon Age Origins:

-Only one major gay romance, with a stereotypical horny bisexual who specifically notes he prefers women and mostly has only slept with men for survival/work purposes.

Dragon Age 2:

-Everyone is Bisexual, which had its own problems, but at least allows more choice for mlm options. It is a little eyebrow-raising that one of the men only mentions a previous male lover if your character is a man romancing him, tho. Also, the only way to turn down a MLM flirting attempt with that guy is to act kind of disgusted at his flirting, which is also kinda suspect.

Dragon Age Inquisition:

-One Gay romance is another stereotypical horny bisexual, except this one will constantly boast of his dalliances with women and only mentioned attraction to men if you or romance him as a male character or deliberately group with him and the other mlm squad member AND don’t romance either of them AND trigger a large number of conversation options. Also, hope you like BDSM, because this guy WILL appoint himself your dom and refuse to negotiate. Also, he can very easily become your enemy and have to be killed in a DLC if you make a certain choice in the main game. Also implied he goes LDR with you to lead his merc band if you get the “good” ending with him.

-Actually openly gay guy, but his storyline is a standard after-school special on homophobia, mostly, introducing pretty virulent homophobia to a setting that had previously at least kept it mostly lowkey. Seems to mostly exist in fanworks and in game to be a catty gay best friend to straight “ally” player characters. Also leaves you at the end of the last DLC for a forced LDR without your characters’ input. On the plus side, he’s got a kind of Freddy Mercury thing going, which I can vibe with. On the minus side, he’s oddly defensive about Slavery, wtf, Dorian???

Then there’s Mass Effect. Hoo Boy, Mass Effect.

Mass Effect 1:

-No gay options. There is evidence in the files one squadmember, Kaidan, was programmed to bi, but his content was cut and he was straight only in the final release.

Mass Effect 2:

-No gay options. Interviews and datamined evidence suggest that at least 2 characters, Jacob and Thane, were meant to be gay or bi, but were made straight in the final release.

Mass Effect 3:

-Kaidan can finally be romanced by a male Shepard. So there’s that.

-The other gay option is a non-squad member whose storyline is about his dead husband, so a nice little soupcon of bury your gays there, fun.

Mass Effect Andromeda:

-Released with a “Romance 3 people across 3 playthroughs” achievement that at release, couldn’t be completed by gay men without going outside their sexuality.

-Your Non-Squadmember Chief Engineer Gil can be romanced, but his storyline is about how his fag hag “best friend,” who mostly speaks to him in insults, is pressuring him into having a baby with her, despite the fact that he admits he isn’t really dad material and has never particularly wanted a kid, AND the game in other storylines makes it clear it would be a bad idea to start having kids in Andromeda until they can establish a better foothold and make sure there are safe settlements to raise kids in. She is presented as 100% correct, and while your Ryder can talk Gil out of giving in to her, it means you dont get an on-screen kiss at all. Also, the closest thing to a sex scene is fade to black, while the male player love scenes are mostly lovingly animated (at least for the human woman and the Asari).

-Your other on-release option is a stereotypical depraved bisexual from the crime planet who will only complete the romance with you if you let him trick you into helping him kill his enemies and take over the crime planet, and even then, does not join your crew, only showing up again for a quick cameo in the final battle.

-Squadmember Jaal was finally bisexual in a patch, but only after an extended social media campaign from fans.

Mass Effect Legendary Edition:

-Has a “Have a romance in all 3 games” option that cannot be completed by gay men without going outside their sexuality.

-Despite other tweaks being made to the game to remove outdated and sexist stuff (Miranda Butt Shots), they actively refused to restore the cut Kaidan bi romance content in ME1 or ME2, which was already so complete than fanmods were able to restore it themselves. When a social media campaign was started to ask that the cut content be restored, they actively ignored it to the point of blocking one of its major leaders on social media.

So basically, gay options in these games have been riddled with harmful stereotypes, written to be as coddling to straight dudes as possible, and generally treated as an afterthought at best.

And this doesn’t even go into WLW with the straight male gaze relationships, straight male writers getting assigned to write the big flagship lesbian romances, and a weird obsession with making a butch-coded woman who is 100% straight in almost every game.

Now, is this possibly sour grapes on my part cuz I cant romance Alistair, Blackwall, and Garrus on my guys? Heck, maybe. But what if it’s not just that?

What if Bioware does not deserve its gay friendly reputation?

I’m not saying completely abandon them or judge you if you’re still on board. I still love Alistair and Fenris and Garrus and the rest of my boys. If Iron Bull or Dorian or Kaidan is your comfort character as a gay/pan/bi/etc guy, you are valid.

But I have already decided I will never buy Mass Effect Legendary Edition, and I definitely plan to hold off on DA4 and ME5 until I know for sure they are more respectful of us. And I think we should all demand better of Bioware in general. It’s past time.

#bioware critical #rant #makemeleinclusive #makejaalbi #bioware is kinda homophobic when it comes down to it is what I'm saying #and we deserve better than scraps #anyway this is why I prefer small queer creators who are making incredible content #they may not have an AAA budget but they are sincere and hardworking and they are writing with love and solidarity #love and solidarity with my fellow Bioware queers #but Bioware isnt giving us the love and solidarity we deserve #and deserve better #anyway rant over #FOR NOW

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spacegoatart · 3 years

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i haven’t officially posted my own treasure planet headcanons, so that's what this is! some of this might be ooc but i don't really care because they are fun to think about, so yeah, enjoy!

this is gonna be long so i’m gonna put it under a keep reading

it makes me so sad that they supposedly don’t keep in touch at the end of the movie, so that's where headcanons come in. Jim and Silver went thru WAY too much to not keep in touch, Silver couldn’t leave Morph without being able to see him again either (Silver literally refers to himself as Morphs ‘dad’ in one scene!!) they at least send letters or have some sort of burner phone, with Silver being a wanted criminal and all. for a while they probably just sent letters, Jim talking about the academy and Silver sending little gifts from his escapades such as a lava rock or an especially interesting coin. Jim keeps all the gifts in a box, along with the letters but if he feels especially attached to a gift, he’ll set it on his window sill of on the rim of his mirror. as much as I like the idea of Jim getting Silver a jitterbug/ladybug, realistically Silver would be the one to set the idea into motion. Jim gets a larger gift and its a little phone, made of parts that Silver could scrap together (or on he found in a shop on a traders planet), he immediately sets it up and texts Silver. it was really nice for them to talk in real time and were probably already discussing the idea, even though Silver could get caught, so Jim was really excited about it. Jim now keeps Silver updated on life events and Silver calls every now and then to tell Jim about his travels. Silver hasn’t quite figured out how to send photos but once he does, he starts sending some everyday (including some hilarious selfies, akin to what a dad would post on Facebook).

Silver absolutely visits, for a while it was very, very scarce because he was still wanted but was sneaky enough to come and see Jim every few months. he comes and hangs out at the inn for a few days while his crew is out at bars or stocking up on items for their next adventure, as well as they know better than to fight their captain on his decisions. during these visits, Silver tells Jim (and anyone brave enough to sit near them) stories about what he had seen, creatures he had encountered and wonders they had discovered. Jim tells Silver about his time at the academy, new friends he’s made and what he’s learning, including some complicated stuff. sometimes Jim even get so into it, he brings out a textbook to express his point. while Silver is pretty smart, he has no idea what Jim is talking about (because its usually math and obscure facts) and usually just smiles and nods as Jim rambles. (lol this may be me projecting my ADHD onto Jim but i have the feeling he info dumps to people hes comfortable with)

speaking of the academy, i think despite all the combat training and captaining that Jim is learning, i think Jim would be really interested in math. like a surprising amount. it would probably be difficult to start off but once he did, hoo boy he could not stop. there were some hurdles he had to face but eventually he landed in a pretty advanced math course (not the highest but still pretty up there, maybe like calculus or applied mathematics). knowing some math was important as a captain, having to deal with probability on a ship in the Etherium, but Jim was fascinated by numbers and the way they made up the world. i think he would be really interested in physics or theoretical stuff, which is difficult but i think he could do it. he probably uses his previous experiences in space to help him visualize the math, which helps a lot.

the first time Silver came to the inn, Jim practically tackled him. which was no big deal since he’s almost double Jim’s size, Silver was more worried about Sarah and what she thought of him being a pirate and all. Jim assured him that everything was ok and he asked her but Silver still felt a bit nervous. he felt like he was intruding on her territory. but while Jim had run upstairs for something and Silver stood sheepishly in the doorway, Sarah came over with a smile on her face and shook his hand. he wasn’t expecting that at all, he was more ready for a glare from the kitchen or even a talk about ground rules. Sarah talked to him about how excited Jim was (she was also kind of excited, she had met plenty of pirates and was almost as fascinated as Jim was) and how she was grateful for Silver staying in her sons life. Silver felt much more comfortable after that and they started talking too, (not sure if it would be romantic or not, it would be cute but i love them just being friends as well) they became pretty good friends. Jim loved it, even if they weren’t married or Silver wasn’t biologically related to him, he felt like he had a full family again. when Jim was busy or sleeping, Sarah and Silver would chat over coffee or in the kitchen while Sarah cooked, Silver helping. Sarah would probably rope Silver into helping her at the inn once she learns he can cook and he kind of falls into a routine. come see Jim, hang out, when Jim is busy/out, go put on an apron.

(this one is 100% projecting lol) this is a pretty loose hc, especially since it started as a joke but now i really like it. i think Jim, as well as Silver, is transgender. Jim wasn’t really expecting Silver to be trans, as are most (he passes super well lmao). i mean, many pirates were gay, why can’t space faring ones be trans? hell, Silvers crew probably has a slew of queer folk among them, if not all of them being some sort of LGBT. body modification looks like a regular thing in their world, so i think Silver has already had top surgery, whether he was planning to or not. by that i mean that i think Silver could have been injured, woke up and found that something was missing. worried he may have become more cyborg, he checked, winced and found that bandages had been bound around his chest. ‘well that's out of the way’. despite not wanting to be vulnerable around his crew, most of them if not all of them know he’s trans since most of them didn’t see it as some sort of weakness, it was just who you were. (if ya’ll are interested, i have some crew hcs like gender and sexuality but this post is mainly about Jim, Silver and Sarah)

(continuation of the trans hc) when Jim came out to Silver, there’s a moment of silence between them. in Jim’s head it was awkward, but in Silver’s, things started clicking. Jim was worried Silver didn’t understand and quickly explain but Silver comforted him, and explained that he understood. Jim was the confused one now and Silver quickly cleared that up, explaining that he too was trans. Jim was relieved, confused and surprised. he hadn’t expected that outcome but that wasn’t bad, if anything he thought it was cool. he had more in common with his adoptee-dad than he had thought. Silver now makes sure to emphasis his compliments when Jim is working, hoping to boost Jim’s ego and make him feel better. it works and Jim feels even more comfortable in his own skin. (i have another part about Silver taking Jim to get top surgery but they would need Sarah’s permission first, not that she’d say no but Silver doesn’t want to encounter her wrath xD)

i’d like to think that Silver takes Jim up on his ship, not for plundering but just to sail around. the new crew had already seen Silver in action and decided nobody wanted to question him about Jim, especially since he was causing any trouble. eventually Jim couldn’t really visit Silvers ship anymore, being a Navy officer and all but that was ok, Silver still came to the inn and Jim had his own ship/s.

Silver knows all the drama around town, mostly because Sarah hears it fro customers and then gossips to Silver about it. Silver will come in, say hello and she’ll start, he’ll probably respond with something like ‘no way, they did that?’ and then he’d listen as she worked.

when talking to Jim, Silver refers to Sarah as ‘ma’ and Sarah starts referring to Silver as ‘dad’ since they have become Jim’s collective parents, and it doesn’t bother either of them.

after Jim lets Silver get away at the end of the movie, Silver stays on his own for a while, though no one knew that. he got a larger boat, just big enough for him and he wandered planets, drifted through space, just thinking. he wasn’t sure what to do next, he was a wanted man but he also had no crew. the thought of settling down passed in his mind but he couldn’t bring himself to do it, he was comfortable in the Etherium, he would get cabin fever after a week. so he continued being a pirate, it was rough work but he loved being among the stars, exploring the galaxy. Jim knew this and didn’t want to push Silver to stay at the inn for a long amount of time but they still made it work.

Silver has little experience with children, having none of his own until Jim (i’ve seen people give Silver children as his backstory but he doesn’t strike me as that kind of guy, not that he wouldn’t want kids but he’d have to choose between family life or pirates life. that's too much for him.) the most experience Silver had was with helping people at port and with his crew, anyone young enough to need guidance and smart enough to listen.

Silver loves music but really only know sea shanties, drinking songs and some old folk music, but he can still be found singing with his crew and humming while he’s working. Jim on the other hand listens to a lot of music, especially after treasure planet. (this is assuming they have all the music we have xD) he listened to brooding teenage music before, like Teenage Dirtbag or bands likes Greenday, but now he has a few shanties on his list as well, plus some classical music for when he’s studying or relaxing. he also listens to ABBA, either because he just likes them or because his mom plays them in the inn.

Jim, Sarah and Silver have way more pictures of each other now. the inn now has multiple family photos with Silver included, Jim has a framed image of the three of them and Silver has a little scrapbook. it’s the only thing he’s ok with having on his ship, still worried about being seen as ‘soft’ (even if he is a big softie and everyone knows it).

Silver usually wears a pretty simple working outfit with his nice coat and hat but when he does want to look nice, holy shit does he do it well. sometimes when he’s dressed up he wonders why he doesn’t do it more often just for fun but then he thinks of the countless times he’s had to throw out shirts stained with blood. he would never let that happen to his nice clothes.

i really like the idea that if things had been different, Sarah Hawkins would have been a pirate, and a damn good one at that. maybe she wasn’t in this life but that doesn’t stop the occasional daydream and questions to Silver about his lifestyle. he offers to take her on his boat when he takes Jim and she hesitates but says yes in the end. Jim definitely didn’t get his wanderlust spirit from Leland. (this is a little ooc for Silver but not for Sarah, i 100% believe she would be a pirate) maybe after Jim joins the Navy, he buys a small boat, big enough for him and his mom and they go on trips where they just enjoy the Etherium.

you cannot tell me that the second Silver was out of earshot on the long boat that he didn’t cry his eyes out. motherfucker may know how to hide his feelings but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have them, he’s a sucker and he knows it. when he gets more comfortable around Jim and Sarah, he finds himself getting way more tearful from touchy feely stuff. Morph being cute? sobbing. Jim called him dad? waterworks. literally anything that tugs on his heartstrings? has to go to his cabin to cry his eyes out. the first time Jim and Silver met up again, they both just started sobbing.

Silver, Jim too probably, has PTSD (sorry if i get anything wrong, i’m not sure what else to call it) to an extent. it isn’t intense to the point that he gets overwhelmed with emotions and has flashbacks (unless it has to do with his missing limbs) but he does have some nightmares and prepares for the worst in most scenarios. Jim has to remind him that the bang at the door wasn’t pirates, it was just a unruly customer and that the silhouette he saw outside was just a passing ship, not canon fire. Silver apologizes every time, despite not doing anything but switch to his sword and brace but he can’t help but feel bad for worrying them. i can’t imagine the kind of terrors he has about loosing his limbs.

Silver, when he detaches his arm, will forget he only has one hand. sort of like that video with the astronaut back on Earth, but instead of gravity, he keeps handing stuff to his cyborg hand, dropping the item and they being confused when he can’t find whatever he had. he’s just so used to it by now, he’ll even gesture with his missing hand and not realize he can’t convey what he’s doing. Jim has been asked to hand his stuff, Silver will try to grab it without look and ask Jim why he didn’t hand it to him. Jim has to remind him that he doesn’t have his cyborg arm, leaving Silver apologizing. its always lighthearted between them and they joke about it but Jim knows Silver is still bothered by it a little.

#treasure planet #treasure planet silver #treasure planet jim #treasure planet jim hawkins #treasure planet morph #treasure planet sarah #treasure planet sarah hawkins #treasure planet hc #treasure planet headcanons #i didnt realize i had so many

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sweater-daddiesdumbdork · 4 years

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Real Life Tasks With Ransom Drysdale

An Advent Calendar Of 24 Normal Human Tasks As Performed By A Huge Man Baby

Day 20: New Fashion Trend Ransom?

Warnings: Bad Language Words

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader

A/N: Everything is Ransoms enemy. @what-is-your-plan-today, @jennmurawski13 and I have proved that. No matter how hard he tries.

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Ransom had just poured himself a scotch, kicking his feet up on the coffee table while he used the remote control to flick through the thousand stations on the TV. Of course it seemed like every single one was blasted with commercials of some kind, making him scowl at the predicament. “Fucking 200 stations and not a god damn thing on.” He sputtered till he hit a game, which made him pause.

Lakers vs Celtics, he had money on this game so he decided he might as well see how it played out. Of course the money he put on the Celtics would be going straight into the kids college fund, he already promised that any gaming money was going to college funds, private school funds, that whatever his kid needed funds. Didn’t bother him any, it made you happy and he still got that gambling thrill that he sought from his old lifestyle he mostly had given up.

Sure it mellowed out, his playboy lifestyle since he met you. But would he give it up? Fuck no, you were probably the only person who ever gave a actual damn about him and once he accepted it, well he found he really liked it. Liked mattering to someone, and not just be some asshole prick people tolerated.

Plus now you were pregnant, which he couldn't get enough of honestly when you were feeling good. To watch the little changes happening, knowing you were growing his son, well at first it scared the shit out of him, not going to lie. Ransom Drysdale a father? His own had been a disaster, he was just striving to be better than any of his family. To actually give a shit.

That's why he tried to do as much as he could for you, attend all the appointments, make sure you wrote down the chores you needed taken cared of. He even attempted cooking for you, but that was proving a challenge. He would get it though, cause fuck it he wanted to spoil you. Another first for him, wanting to make someone happy before he was.

Soon he was engrossed in the game, sitting on the edge of the seat while waving his hands. “Come on, down the court! Down the court!” He yelled and you crossed through the room, slipping on your coat.

“Hey Ransom, whoo hoo, Ran.” You called to get his attention, and he sprang up, hitting the off button quickly almost like he got caught watching something he shouldn't have been.

“What's up… where the hell are you going?” He asked once he faced you, taking in your appearance.

“I got a check up Ransom.” You say as you double check your purse for the things you needed, one hand resting against the over sized bump stretching before you now.

“Oh, I can drive, let me just get some shoes on and a coat.” He started and you shook your head before he could walk away.

“Oh you don't have to go to this one Ransom. Dr.Sitwell is just giving me some information and diet restrictions for the pregnancy.”

Ransom seemed to stall, unsure about letting you go alone. “You sure? Cause I promised you Princess I would go to all the appointments and such. Plus you are huge now and what if something happened?”

You scowled at his comment, flipping him the bird. “Don’t forget who did this to me. Fucking huge?”

Ransom rolled his eyes, hands falling to his hips. “You know I didn’t mean it like that. You are so far along now, I don’t want anything happening to you.”

You shook your head at your idiot husband, knowing his mouth spoke typically before his brain had the sense to process his words. “Remind me why I married you again Ransom? I appreciate the offer, but I have a small honey-do list I really need help with instead. And besides, I promised to go out to lunch with Meg afterwards.”

“What does the little liberal bitch want to complain about now?” he said with zero affection in his voice towards his cousin.

You scoffed and smacked his chest slightly. “Ransom that is your cousin, be nice.”

“What? I was being nice Y/N.” he rubbed at his tee shirt he was wearing, scowling at you.

“She invited me, and I said that I would love that. If you're lucky, maybe I will bring you back something.” You walked away towards the door to slip on your shoes, Ransom following right behind.

“You don’t have to.” He started and you gave him a look while shouldering your purse and slipping your feet into your sneakers. Ransom immediately went to a knee to tie them for you, knowing bending down was almost impossible for you now. The move itself made you smile softly, carding your fingers through his hair. He really was trying, more then you had thought he would.

“I will surprise you Ransom. And I already sent an email on what I need done.” You said as he moved back to a stand, going to tiptoes to peck him on the lips. “Love you, don't destroy the house while i'm gone.”

“You know… this place was just fine even before you lived here.” Ransom scoffed at the insinuation, and you were out the door laughing and cringing at the same time.

“I don't even want to know what went on here before I lived here with you.” You climbed into your car and Ransom watched while leaning in the doorway, recalling a time before you.

“Yea, you really don't wanna know Sweetheart.” He said to himself while going back inside while pulling out his phone to check on this list you emailed him.

1.Bleach the bathroom

2.Wipe down counters and stove

3.Take out garbage

The list went on from there, all easy tasks except for one. The bleaching the bathroom he cringed at. That was work you hired someone to do, not get on your hands and knees to do it yourself. He contemplated seeing if he couldn't get Harlan’s housekeeper over, he was sure a hundred bucks she would do it. But that would almost be more of a hassle in case she mentioned anything to someone like Meg who would just LOVE being a snitch and ratting him out to you. No, might as well just do it himself. First the easy stuff though, get it out of the way.

It was an hour later and Ransom was actually feeling pretty good about it all. No major mishaps happened, and the house actually did look a lot better then when he started. But the bathroom loomed on his mind, and even after a break to check the games scores could he not put it off any longer.

“Fuck my life…” He muttered to himself while stepping in the bathroom with his hands to his hips, looking it over. The downstairs bathroom wasn't huge or fancy, but in this moment one of the smallest rooms in the house seemed huge, daunting, like it was laughing at him.

This just set his resolve more, as he stepped into the bathroom. “Pay people to do this? Fuck they are ripping us off.” He muttered while digging out some bleach and bucket from under the bathroom sink. “Y/N is right, waste of money when we can just do it ourselves.” He ran the tap in the tub and filled the bucket, sure to add way to much bleach to the solution. Lifting it out, he grabbed your yellow elbow high gloves and a folded up hand towel (one of your good hand towels) and knelt on the floor to start washing the floor. It went smoothly at first, shuffling back and bringing the bucket with him, he didn't notice the little splashes from when he was plunging the towel into the bucket and wringing it out. It wasn't till he happened to jump hearing the door slam shut, and unknowingly he smacked his hand into the bucket, the water sloshing over the edge of it and landing in his lap that he cursed out.

“Fucking Christ!” He sprang up the water running down his leg, and almost immediately the dark blue of his jeans started to turn bleached white almost, all up and down his legs the spots kept appearing.

“Ransom?” You had wandered through the living room and was staring down the hallway towards the bathroom where you saw the light on, and there you saw him. His yellowed gloved hands were on held out to his sides, his head dipped down as if in utter disgust, looking at himself. You couldn't help the giggle that escaped you, which you covered your mouth to try to stifle it when his head tilted up enough to see you standing in the doorway.

“These were brand fucking new jeans.” He said hostilely, and that just made you bust out in a laugh, wrapping an arm around your side and gripping the door frame to keep from doubling over at how ridiculous he looked. “What's so funny.”

“You, you wore high end jeans to bleach the fucking bathroom. Ransom, why would you wear nice clothes?”

“I only have nice clothes Y/N! Why would I keep shitty old clothes?” He said while peeling off the gloves and tossing them in the sink, thoroughly done with his ‘Honey Do List’ now.

“For moments like these Ransom, when we have to do the messy shit.” You looked him up and down once more, a giggle escaping you again. “I mean, maybe you will be the one to bring back acid wash jeans?”

“Right in the fucking garbage is where these are going. Who in their right mind would wear shit like this.”

“Your parents probably did?”

“Just give me another reason Y/N to hate this all that much more.” He glared at you while brushing past you to go change. “I told you we should just hire someone.”

“We are not hiring a maid for the thousandth time Ransom.”

#real life tasks with ransom drysdale #ransom drysdale x reader #knives out #amber writes #sweater writes #ransom drysdale

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digimonloving · 3 years

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Im so glad to see this blog taking off! Beelzemon is such a badass, but how do you think he would handle actually needing to be taken care of by his tamer, perhaps in the aftermath of a fight where he's been hurt seriously enough to warrant a few days bed rest and lots of TLC from his partner? ♡♡♡ I'm so glad you have a soft spot for him too!

(Me too! I wasn’t sure how to get it out there, but I’m glad that people are enjoying what I've got so far haha. And of course, I simply can't help but love him, he's one of my faves from Tamers, I cry every time thinking about his whole story ngl plus he's just,,, Hoo boi,,, love me a big lad with claws n some nice teefers)

Beelzemon needing bed rest after a battle, and his Tamer taking care of him with some nice TLC

He. Refuses. To. Lay. In. Bed. As much as he would love to be doted upon by a caring Tamer like yourself, he is CONSTANTLY trying to get up and prove he's completely fine, only to have to lay back down due to his injuries being a little bit too serious, but not enough to cause him to dedigivolve back to his rookie stage. It's the side of him that doesn't want to be seen as weak, even if he knows you never would see him as that. He can't help but try again and again to sit-up and move around, hating having to lay still even though every bit of his code is in pain and hurting beyond comfort Eventually, after lots of scolding or pleading for him to simply lay in bed, he does it, although he isn't happy about it. at least not at first. He really does appreciate you sticking by his side to try and help him to get better, as much of a pain as he can be. He always calls himself a fool for letting himself get hurt and making you worry about him, let alone you getting stuck caring for him while he's like this.

Even if he thinks he's a pain, you're more than happy to show you care for him, tending to the wounds the best you can considering Digimon don't exactly bleed much due to being made of data, their code gets a bit glitchy/static-like in places when they're highly hurt. So, the most you can do is sit by him and tend to him the best you can.

You're glad he didn't push himself too hard when you first managed to set him into bed, even if he wanted nothing more than to stand up and push through his own pain. His pride could get the better of him a lot of the time, and he needed to learn to swallow it down and let you help him!

Beelzemon would never be able to thank you enough for taking care of him, holding your hand and peppering your face with kisses as he slowly gets better after the long days of you having to listen to him complain as you tended to him. He apologizes for the way he acted for the first days: being stubborn and not wanting to lay still, probably doing more harm to himself than good.

The Demon Lord doesn't know what he could have possibly done to end up with a tamer like you!

#lemon-len #Beelzemon x Reader #Beelzemon #he's a stubborn lad but he's a good one

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bechloeislegit · 3 years

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My Spy - Chapter 8

A/N: I know I said I was going to jump ahead about 6 months but decided to put the events that occurred during that time here for context later. I hope you enjoy what I've done.

One month later, in Copenhagen, Denmark, the Barden Bellas had become the first U.S. team to win the World Acapella Championships.

"I can't believe we won," Stacie said as the Bellas gathered in Beca's room.

"I can't believe DSM was a no-show," Flo said. "I wonder what happened to cause them to drop out."

"Who cares?" Jessica said. "We won and the Bellas live to sing another day!"

The Bellas started yelling and cheering.

"Um, guys!" Beca yelled over the noise. "I love that we won, but look at this."

Beca turned her laptop toward the girls and they all quieted when they saw the news article on the screen.

"Members of the award-winning German singing group, DSM, were arrested during a drug raid in New York," CR read aloud. "Beloved leaders Kommissar and Pieter were killed during a shootout with the FBI. Wow!"

"Oh, my stars," Emily said, reading further in the article. "They were drug smugglers."

"Do you think Chloe was involved in killing them?" Fat Amy asked.

"Why is that the first thing you'd think of?" Beca asked, glaring at Amy. "Chloe isn't the only FBI agent out there."

"It just seems fishy to me," Fat Amy said. "Although, if she was, we might just have to send her a nice gift for eliminating our only real competition."

"You don't think we could have beaten DSM if they had been here?" Ashley asked, looking at Fat Amy.

Before Amy could respond, Beca spoke up.

"I think we would have won no matter what. We had a great set, precision choreography, plus an original song and some of the old Bellas performing with us. There is no way we could have lost."

"Beca's right," Aubrey said. "And I for one think we should celebrate the fact that the Bellas are the World Champions."

"Woo hoo!" Stacie yelled out, causing the Bellas to start cheering and yelling again.

Beca stood off to the side, watching the celebration unfold. While in the back of her mind, she couldn't help but wonder if maybe Chloe had been involved in taking down the leaders of DSM.

~~ My Spy ~~

The Bellas had been back home in the U.S. for two months. The pomp and accolades from the win had died down after a few weeks, and the Bellas had moved on to other things.

CR had gotten married in Maine and all the Bellas managed to attend.

Jessica and Ashley were living and working together in Atlanta.

Emily was preparing to be the Captain of a new crop of Bellas.

Flo had found a job working on a juice truck in the hopes of someday owning and operating one of her own.

Stacie was a fitness instructor in an up-and-coming gym near Barden University.

Aubrey had returned to run the Lodge of Fallen Leaves, even though she still hated it.

Nobody is sure what Lily was doing, and none of them had the guts to ask.

Beca and Amy had moved to New York together and were sharing a one-room apartment in Brooklyn.

Beca was walking home from her job at the recording studio when her phone rang. She was shocked to see Chloe's name on her caller ID.

"Chloe?" Beca questioned as she answered the call.

"Yeah, Beca, it's me," Chloe said. "It's so good to finally hear your voice."

"You, too," Beca said, stopping at the entrance to her apartment building.

Beca sat down on the step but didn't say anything; Chloe could hear her breathing.

"So, I understand congratulations are in order," Chloe finally said.

"Congratulations?" Beca asked.

"Yeah," Chloe said. "I heard the Bellas won the World Acapella Championship."

"Oh, right," Beca said, looking around. "We did."

Beca's heart was pounding in her chest. She couldn't believe she was actually talking to Chloe after so many near misses and almost conversations; she was hearing Chloe's voice for the first time in a little over three years.

"So, um, what are you up to these days?" Beca asked, mentally face-palming herself.

"I'm actually on another assignment," Chloe said.

"Oh, um," Beca said. "Were you involved in that whole DSM thing? Never mind, you don't have to answer that."

"I kind of was," Chloe said. "But, I can't really talk about it. The AG still has to prosecute those arrested."

"AG?" Beca asked.

"Attorney General," Chloe responded.

"Oh, um, I see," Beca said and went silent

Chloe could hear the sounds of traffic and the hustle and bustle of people on the streets.

"Beca?" Chloe asked after a few minutes of Beca not saying anything. "Are you okay?"

"What?" Beca asked, running a hand through her hair. "Yeah, yeah. I'm, uh, I'm good."

"Is it always going to be this awkward between us?" Chloe asked with a sigh; she wasn't sure if she really wanted to know the answer.

Beca sighed, too. "God, I hope not," she said, laughing at herself. "I've really missed hearing your voice, seeing your face. Hell, who am I kidding? I miss everything about you."

Chloe chuckled softly. "I feel the same way about you."

Beca smiled and relaxed back against the door.

"So, I was wondering what you might be doing two weeks from Saturday?" Chloe asked.

"Nothing that I can think of," Beca said. "Why?"

"I'm coming back to the U.S. in two weeks for some meetings in New York," Chloe said.

"You're coming to New York?!" Beca asked, sitting upright.

"Yeah," Chloe said. "I was, um, wondering if you'd let me take you out. On a date. We can talk and maybe start fresh on a relationship."

"Hell yeah!" Beca responded, her smile stretching from ear to ear. "I'm in. Just tell me where and when and I'll be there."

Chloe chuckled. "I'll figure out a place and let you know."

"Looking forward to it," Beca said sincerely.

"Me, too," Chloe said.

Beca heard a muffled voice call for Chloe in the background.

"I'm sorry, Beca," Chloe said. "I have to go. But, I'll call you again once I figure out where to take you on our date."

"Okay," Beca said. "I still, um, lo-." Beca quickly swallowed what she was going to say and cleared her throat. "I, uh, am looking forward to seeing you. Um, for our date."

"I still love you, too, Beca," Chloe said, smiling as she ended the call.

~~ My Spy ~~

Amy came home to find Beca sitting on the fold-out bed, staring at her phone with a goofy grin on her face.

"What's going on over there?" Fat Amy asked, looking over at Beca.

"What do you mean?"

"You have a goofy grin on your face," Fat Amy said. "What's that all about?"

"Chloe called me," Beca said.

"For real?" Fat Amy asked. "What did she have to say?"

"She's coming to New York and asked me out to dinner," Beca said.

"She asked you out on a date?"

"Yep."

"That's amazing, Beca," Fat Amy said. "How does she sound? What else did she say?"

"She sounds good," Beca said. "She said she was on an assignment out of the country and was coming back in 2 weeks. That's when she asked me out. I was going to tell her I still loved her, but I chickened out at the last second. But she did say she still loved me before the call ended."

"She did?"

"Yeah," Beca said. "I'm really excited to finally get to see her in person. I wonder if she's changed?"

"Will you actually get to see her is the real question," Fat Amy said "She always seems to be canceling on you because of her job."

"Not this time," Beca said, with more confidence than she felt. "This time we're really going to be together."

"Then I really am happy for you, Beca," Fat Amy said. "And I'll be here for you if she cancels again."

Beca sighed and shook her head. "I'm hungry. Want to order something for delivery? My treat."

"I'm hungry, too," Fat Amy said. "Can we get pizza?"

~~ My Spy ~~

Chloe called Beca a week later to confirm their date.

"I hope you still like Italian food," Chloe said. "I made a reservation at a place called Terre on Fifth Avenue. One of the guys from work recommended it. I checked them out online and the food looks and sounds amazing."

"I do still love Italian food," Beca said. "And I've heard good things about Terre. What time is the reservation?"

"I made them for six," Chloe said. "Is that okay?"

"That's perfect," Beca said. "I'm really looking forward to seeing you."

"I'm looking forward to seeing you, too," Chloe said. "Do you want me to pick you up?"

"That's okay," Beca said. "It's not that far from my apartment. I'll walk."

"Okay," Chloe said. "So, how's work? Did you have a good day?"

Beca chuckled and proceeded to tell Chloe about her job, and her day. They spent close to an hour catching up. When the call was over, Beca realized she had done most of the talking; she didn't learn anything about what Chloe had been up to.

"I guess I'll find out more when we have our date," Beca thought.

~~ My Spy ~~

It was finally date night and Chloe was really nervous as she got to the restaurant early. She was sitting alone at her table, watching the door, hoping each time someone new came in, it would be Beca. She started looking at the menu and was startled when someone plopped down in the seat across from her.

"Jason," Chloe said when she saw him sitting in Beca's seat. "What the Hell are you doing here?"

"Director Collins asked me to join you so I can speak to Beca," Jason said.

"What the actual fuck?" Chloe whisper-yelled, slamming down her menu. She looked around to make sure no one could overhear. "I told the Director I did not want Beca involved in the investigation at all."

"He thinks she's our only option to get to Patricia Hobart," Jason whispered across the table. "Which in turn will get us to Fergus Hobart."

"There has to be a better way," Chloe said, running a hand through her hair. "Why don't you take Amy in and question her? You don't need Beca for that."

"Because we don't have an evidentiary reason to," Jason said, sighing and running a hand through his hair. "I get you don't want to involve Beca, but I've been ordered to explain everything to her and find out if Patricia Hobart has mentioned anything about her father's dealings."

"That's unacceptable-"

"Hey, Chloe."

Chloe jerked her head up to see Beca standing at the table. Her heart started beating faster and she quickly jumped up to pull Beca into a hug.

"I'm so glad you're here," Chloe whispered in Beca's ear. "I've missed you so much."

Beca pulled out of the hug and looked at Jason. "So, um, who's your friend?"

Chloe couldn't stop the warm feeling that went through her when she noticed a hint of jealousy in Beca's eyes.

"He's nobody," Chloe said, turning to glare at Jason. "And he was just leaving."

Jason stood and held out this hand. "Miss Mitchell, I'm Agent Jason Parker, Chloe's partner. I have a few questions I need to ask you."

"No!" Chloe said, looking at Jason. "Not here and definitely not now."

Jason looked around and saw a few people looking over at them. He sighed and looked back at Chloe.

"Then where and when?" Jason asked.

"How about never and nowhere?" Chloe retorted.

"Um, what's this all about?" Beca asked.

"It's nothing," Chloe told Beca. She turned to Jason, saying, "You can go now. You're in Beca's seat."

"Miss Mitchell," Jason said, ignoring Chloe. He lowered his voice as he spoke directly to Beca. "What do you know about Patricia Hobart's father?"

"You mean, Fat Amy?" Beca asked.

"Yes."

"She said both her parents were killed before she came to the U.S. to attend Barden. What's this all about? And why are you asking me about Amy's father?"

"We are helping Australian authorities investigate Mr. Hobart," Jason said, keeping his voice low. "And we believe his daughter may know something about his illegal enterprises."

Beca stared at Jason for a moment before turning her eyes to Chloe. Chloe's heart broke when she saw Beca's eyes shimmering with unshed tears.

"That's why you wanted to see me?" Beca said. "To use me to get information from Amy on her father?"

"No, Beca," Chloe said. "I wanted to see you because I've missed you. I wanted nothing to do with dragging you or Amy into any part of the investigation. You have to believe me."

Chloe reached out for Beca and Beca moved away from her.

"I. . .can't," Beca said, holding up her hands. "I'm don't with whatever this is. I have to go."

Beca turned and started walking away. She wiped a tear from her cheek as she went.

"Beca, wait!" Chloe cried out.

Beca kept walking and Chloe started after her. Jason grabbed Chloe's arm to stop her.

"Let her go," Jason said. "I'll try again later when she's had a chance to calm down."

"No!" Chloe pulled her arm away from Jason. "You've done enough. Now, get the fuck away from me!"

Jason sighed and let Chloe go. Chloe ran out to try and catch up to Beca.

Chloe got outside the restaurant and looked up and down the street, hoping to spot Beca. She didn't see her anywhere.

"Fuck!" Chloe screamed up to the sky.

Jason walked out of the restaurant and heard Chloe. He walked over to her.

"Chloe?" Jason said, getting Chloe's attention. "I'm sorry."

"Fuck you," Chloe said.

"Okay, I deserve that," Jason said. "If you're done cussing me out, we should really go back to the office and give the Director a report."

"You and the Director can kiss my ass," Chloe said.

"Come on, Chloe," Jason said. "I was just following orders. Come with me and help me explain what happened. I've been your partner for over five years, that should account for something."

"Fine," Chloe spit out. "I'll go with you, but don't expect to be on your side in this."

~~ My Spy ~~

Beca stormed into her apartment and slammed the door behind her. She threw her bag on the sofa and toed off her shoes, leaving them by the door.

"You're home early," Fat Amy said. "What happened?"

"She, he, they, ugh!" Beca sputtered. "I'm so mad I can't even talk."

Fat Amy got up and led Beca over to sit at their dining room table. "I'll get you some water."

Fat Amy reached over to the refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of water, handing it to Beca.

Beca removed the top and took a large drink from the bottle.

"Thanks," she said. "I needed that."

"Can you tell me what happened with Chloe?"

"When I got there, there was some guy sitting with her. I greeted Chloe and asked who the guy was. She said he was nobody, but the guy stood and introduced himself as her partner Jason."

"I thought Chloe was gay," Fat Amy said.

Beca looked at her with furrowed brows. "No, not that kind of partner. Her work partner."

"Oh," Fat Amy said. "So, why was he there?"

"He said they had some questions to ask me about-." Bec stopped herself, unsure of whether she should tell Amy that the FBI was working with Australian police to investigate her father.

"Ask you questions about what?"

Beca remained silent and played with the label on her water bottle. Beca let out a sigh and looked at Amy.

"About, um, you."

"Me? What about me?"

"Actually, they wanted to know more about your father and what you might know of his illegal activities."

"What?" Fat Amy said and looked down at the floor. "Why are you mad about that? I told you my father was dead."

"I know," Beca said. "And that's what I told them. But, they seem to think he's alive and that you know something."

Fat Amy didn't say anything as she continued to look down at the floor, unable to meet Beca's eyes.

"Oh, my God," Beca said, staring at Amy. "You do know something. I told Chloe I was done with whatever was happening because I thought she only wanted to see me so she could use me to get to you." A tear made its way down Beca's cheek. "I accused her of lying about why she wanted to see me. I thought I was protecting you from her, but instead, I may have just lost the love of my life for good."

"I'm sorry about all that, Beca," Fat Amy said. "For what it's worth, I don't really know anything about what my dad might be accused of doing. I just know he's a bad man who does bad things. And as far as I'm concerned he is dead to me."

"Would you be willing to talk to the FBI and tell them that?" Beca asked, sniffling and wiping away more tears.

"If it will help make things right between you and Chloe, I'll do it."

~~ My Spy ~~

Jason and Chloe arrived at the office. The Director was standing in the middle of the room, talking to another agent. As soon as Chloe saw the Director, she marched up to him and got in his face.

"How dare you!" Chloe yelled. "You sent Jason to interrogate Beca while we were on a date. I told you I didn't want her to have anything to do with the investigation. If you wanted Amy to answer questions, you should have had Jason get her and bring her in, not blindside me by going after Beca while we were on our date."

"Chloe, calm down," the Director said, looking around at the other agents in the room.

"No, I will not calm down," Chloe said. "You knew what this date meant to me. How important it was. I've given up so much for this job. Why couldn't I just have this one thing, Uncle Matt? Why couldn't you leave Beca out of this?"

"Because we firmly believe Beca Mitchell is our best option at getting Patricia Hobart to tell us everything she knows about her father," the Director said.

"That's fucking bullshit and you know it!" Chloe yelled.

"Chloe," the Director said through gritted teeth. "I am the Director and will not allow you to talk to me like that."

"You don't like the way I talk to you, Director?" Chloe said, her voice rising. "Well, you're going to really hate this. Go fuck yourself because I quit!"

With that, Chloe turned and started walking away, leaving a shocked Director standing stone-faced as he watched her walk out the door and disappear into the hallway.

Jason called after Chloe but didn't make a move to follow her.

Chloe heard Jason but did not stop or turn around.

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A/N: Don't hate me.

#bechloe fanfiction #bechloe #bechloe fic #pitch perfect #pitch perfect 3 #bechloeislegit

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