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Fell in love with quirky murderbot so here's a quirky murderbot Yan that may or may not just want to kill you (tw: death mentions/idolization)
A bath at six in the morning.
You never had the time or energy for it before...
The water was nice. Not too hot, not too cold; pealing the spell of sleep off you at a temperature ideal for a peaceful rise. Enmeshed with first light of the waking sun, the water captures its amber glow - sunken petals at your feet shaded in the afterglow. It smelled faintly of lavender, and a colleague of lesser offenders you couldn't tell. Citrus?... Vanilla? You can't recall a time when your skin has felt smoother - so you don't bother to ask. You know better than to.
The door opens. You lower your knees as the latching stand of a tray attaches to the arms of the tub. Yogurt peers up at you from its bowl with a blueberry smile and sliced banana eyes. A flower vase, and a pair of headphones are its offering to you. A yellow smiley face sticker is plastered to the glass' side.... It shines your spoon before setting it on the tray.
"Brought you leetle snack to keep you steady til you get out. Studies show everything in it boosts mood and happiness levels in humans. I also brought you some headphones so that my outbursts don't effect you while I'm preparing breakfast."
You blow air into the water as you sink deep. "Mhm...."
Your observer gasps. "By my calculations, you seem more relaxed than usual this morning." Does that mean my services have acceptable this morning?"
Here it comes. "I guess."
"You are... satisfied with my work and efforts?"
"Yes."
"... Gonna smile for me?"
"nah."
A knife clatters to the floor.
"I spent nine hours.... "
You put on the headphones as you ease against the floor of the tub.
"9 FUCKING HOURS GETTING THAT PANSY SCHTICK DOWN PACK. DO U KNOW HOW FUCKIN' HARD THAT IS FOUR ME?!?! I GET ROBOT PTSD EVERYTIME I LOOK AT THOSE MANUALS."
"At least you spoke proper English."
"I ran you a bath and didn't plant one of my eyes in the cabinet this time .... BE HAPPY FOUR ONE SEC AND LET ME KILL YOU ALREADY GOD DAMN IT!"
The world is full of too many unfortunate people. Scornful and bitter; miserable and hopeless. It much be such a pain for those people to exist in place unfit for them - when a solution was right around the corner, but they're too damaged to ever see it. You can't be down, if The moto engraved into the mechanized heart of every bot sent out by the Happy Dayz corporation to this prevalent threat to society. They could be anyone you know.
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Downer - level three in their classifications and the "incurables" People who will drag themselves and everyone around them down for a crumb of self gratification. Those who drown in the rain when the sun is a reach away; never to come back to shore. Orders were to execute these individuals on sight - but everyone deserves one last chance to smile. And that's how you met D.Kay
In your utmost defense, it was nearly three when you received the email. Even if you were awake, you probably would've written it off as spam and tossed it away all the same. You didn't think of yourself as a negative person, just one with not alot to be happy for. Within those few hours before dawn came a knock at the door and your worse nightmare unveiled - wearing that damned yellow mask.
"Hiya! Name'z D.Kay! Short for somethin' I kno, but U won't be alive long nuff for me to remember. I should be slammin' ur head through a wall, but it'z ur right as a living human to get one more smile in before u croak and my job to make it happen."
That was five months ago. Five long months. Given, there were some benefits. It was their goal to make your life better after all - before ending it. They helped you get a raise, cleaned up messed they mostly made, and a slew of efforts to bring out that smile. Sure your lips may quirk up or you'll smirk a bit - but that isn't a smile. They've also thrown knives into your walls, taken over your bed and refuse to let you sleep elsewhere, and snores. There's also the whole killing you thing, but that's minor at this point.
"Aw, come on- Dyin' cain't be that bad. I'd do it if I could. U'll feel better once ur in the grave." "Smiling feels so good, u' kno. The best way to use ur muscles. Besides slitting someone's throat." "This is my first mission....I was hoping to see gutz by now."
That was as far as your relationship went until one month ago. They've been acting.. strange. They wish you good morning more days than they ask if you're ready to smile. You often wake up with their arms around you and your clothes laid out. They refuse to let you dress yourself if you're going out. They stare for hours, jumping out windows if needed to get when you notice. You didn't have many friends before, but with them around they were ghosts. If you didn't know any better it was almost like they-
"LET ME KISS YOU - WHY ARE U MAKING THIS SO HARD!"
Nevermind. Wait- "Did you say...."
D.kay's impossibly side eyes shrink, mask bleeding red. "I SAID KILL. K-I-L-L. WHY WOULD I EVER BE DOWN BAD FOR A DOWNER?"
"Then why haven't you killed me yet?"
All at once their tantrum stops. It's the shortest to date. Their head dips back as if pulling the most dramatic of eye rolls. "Protocol.. U know that."
"I read the manual. If a downer refuses your olive branch you have permission to kill them and return immediately."
D.kay doesn't say a word, face still beat red from their slip up. Their hands twitch. Seething, they snatch the spoon from the tray. "Good luck without this. Enjoy your bath."
They slam the door as they leave, sinking again it. Hearing the water remain still, they pull their legs to their chest and kick the wall, hold back enough to prevent another hole. They always come when you're upset - why can't you do anything right? They pull a photo from their pocket. The photo. A picture of someone who looks so much like you it's scary, but they could never be you. They're smiling. It's small - a blip compared to the cheesy grins of everyone surrounding them, but it's still a smile. The best they've ever seen. Something feels wrong whenever they look between you and that person. Maybe they're broken too.
#yandere oc#yandere x reader#yandere x you#yandere headcanons#yandere#yandere imagines#yandere scenarios#yandere insert#yandere blurb#yandere drabble#yandere android#yandere robot#D.kay my oc
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I dislike the anti-fujo pretty much. But if there's something that I dislike a little bit more is the fujoshi crowd that believe that BL is solely made by women and a man would never touch that category because... they're men, I guess?
I was just scrolling on my FB feed and a post about BL mangaka, just a bunch of images of the authors and their respective anime or manga. I decided to check the comments so I could block anyone who happened to say misogynistic bullshit or something, but what I encountered was a comment that said: "You will never see a man on those lists because we (women) are the only ones who would watch those things 😂".
Like, girl... You seriously didn't say that shit unironically, right? Spoiler: she did say that shit unironically. She really thought that no men, ever, do the "filthy BL" that "we women consume". Who's gonna say her that a lot of nitro+chiral visual BL novels were (partially) written by Gen Urobuchi, a man? Also like, danmei exist. And one of the more popular authors (Fei Tian Ye Xiang) is a man, too.
A lot of BL manga that isn't popular enough like Junjou Romantica or No.6 or Given or fuckin' Yuri On Ice are written and illustrated by men or even we don't fuckin' know their gender because 1. privacy is better (specially when the thing about bein' queer in Japan is... rough) and 2. anonymity is also better (you don't get harassed by Twitter mobs, for example) or simply because 3. why the fuck do you want to know the gender of the author, just read and enjoy (I think is only important in SPECIFIC circumstances, but TBH, not this one).
I don't knos what's worse. When homophobic, transphobic and misogynistic people erase the fact that men and non-binary people (or all queer people) can/will/actually do participate in the BL world or when a fujoshi (a little bit homophobic may I add) do the exact same thing. (Yes, the question is sarcastic. They both fuckin' suck.)
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It's hilarious that people would assume something this dumb given all the stereotypes about gay men liking romcoms and other media traditionally targeted at women. No shit some dudes, even cis dudes, are going to like trends in tropes and aesthetics that are more common in BL than other m/m media. Pick a taste profile and you'll find somebody who fits it, even if it isn't the #1 most common statistically.
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The Person On Your Mind in August 🌞 2023 - Cancer
Whole of their energy towards Cancer: The Empress
For this person to show up as an Empress, it’s definitely a wife for those of you that are married, could be a baby mama or your own mama as well. This is someone that’s working on bettering themselves, especially health wise, I’m getting a vibe of organic veggies, brown rice and falafel 🧆 Food could be a thing with them, whether for weight loss or whatever the reason, health is the goal with Death & 4 Swords. It’s a transformation inside of them, which obviously could be affecting you too if you’re always around them or deeply committed to them. It could be switched, and you’re in this energy, focused on growth and creative projects to “birth” into reality. The differences between you maybe used to not be much of a big deal, but are becoming increasingly more obvious to this person, or aware of them, as you continue changing & growing.
If their thing is not food specifically, then growth, art, creativity, music, children, expanding interests & beauty are the key to their goals, bettering themselves and doing what’s best for them, their family or even career is what matters most. If a committed relationship, there’s probably been a separation between you. Someone may have also recently dealt with a loss, and if so I’m very sorry 😞 Death and grief has a way of transforming us in ways other people can’t understand. If not, then this energy is inspired by something that’s ended.
Feelings: The Hanged Man
This person has felt like they need to get an outside perspective to this connection, they’re too personally involved in this, and they’ve taken some necessary time & space to get more clear on the situation. There has been a lack of equal exchange in this connection, you don’t stand level with each other in a mutual give and take sort of way, there is no reciprocity here. That’s what they were waiting for, or you, but that never came. Because of this lack in the connection, they feel like there’s no other choice but to end it, release, let go, etc. The World is a finished cycle. You could see relationships and commitment very differently, or have different beliefs. Their messages show the differences are big ones, and they just love you anyway. Could definitely be family.
Intentions: Strength
They intend to do nothing, hold back from you and say nothing. There’s no cooperation between you, I don’t even see communication, there is nothing going on here. If anything, the whole situation just stresses them out. Nothing is equal, so they’re removing themselves from the equation and giving up that it “could be”, they feel they’ve put enough time in waiting to see, or they’ve seen enough.
Actions: Knight of Pentacles
I’m guessing they’ve ended this connection already. They’re just going to throw themselves into work, or if you do interact at all, it’s in a very practical & slow moving sort of way. They’re conflicted about releasing this connection, or they’re afraid to fight about it. Maybe both. If other people are in the mix, they’re cautious but worried about that too. They seem like an ex that still cares but is trying to just let go & move on, that’s what I get the most from them. Or they feel you are, and are following your lead. If not romantic, they’re nice to you, the lack of equal love & warmth, giving or whatever really plays on their mind a lot and they try to let that* go. They feel like they cared way more than you do/did.
Messages:
Their side:
- We are too different
- You belong with me
Your side:
- STATUS 😎
- Not Ready …yet
Possible signs:
Libra, Capricorn, Gemini, Taurus & Leo
If you’re dealing with:
The Tower and Knight of Pentacles (again) show a possible divorce, death, probably this specific situation or relationship with The Empress in your life (Cancer shows up with this same card, that could just be you). This is something that is changing your entire life, love, belief system, you name it - as you have known it to be thus far. It’s also moving painfully slow, taking a long time to come to The World. Most Towers are shocking and sudden, but if this is a divorce for example, it’s taken quite awhile to get to an end. This can also talk about an illness someone has had for a long time, or suddenly and shockingly changing a part of life one has had for a long time (food, appearance, etc). However this applies isn’t only affecting you, it’s affecting your whole social circle too.
Aries - could be a single parent, has shifting circumstances they’re trying to stay afloat in, it’s all a heavy burden weighing on them
Taurus - masterfully creating something they’ve been planning, going back to school or getting training, possibly planning a trip
Gemini - waiting around to save more money before they can do what they want to do
Cancer - if you’re this Empress, they’re very happy for you and see you as “winning”, very successful…or could be your person’s friend
Leo - is just gonna say it how it is, and go back to doing whatever they want, they feel good and also aren’t that focused on your issues, or involved
Virgo - could be very generous and loving towards you, this is a stable & happy relationship, one of you could be staying over or crashing at the other one’s house 🍻
Libra - nostalgic about working together until someone left, they’re kinda bitter about that, but also seem to miss you, or just their old job
Scorpio - recalling painful ghosts between you but unsure how to bring it up to you to discuss
Sagittarius - just over it, even the clarification shows they’re over it & onto the next thing
Capricorn - taking a break from you because they find you to be selfish, impulsive & draining, or that’s switched
Aquarius - a good friend, lots of communication here, has a new hobby or passion they’re obsessed with, going to a celebration or event & could be inviting you along
Pisces - at a new beginning in their lives and aren’t really sharing much with others, moving quietly
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Gifts and the Giving Thereof
Eve goes to get things for Jane! Agatha goes with her! Jane’s cheating husband might get beat up! Maybe! Just a little bit! Among other things!
tw for homophobia not because jane’s cheating husband is having a bad day but because he is actually homophobic. this may be why he gets beat up a little bit. not that we support violence here. but.
rated t! for teen!
but, again, this entire series is rated m for mature for sexual content, so uh. maybe don’t get sucked in just because this chapter is rated t!
Eve shuffles her feet outside of Jane’s house. She knows she needs to ring the doorbell, although she’d rather knock, knows that she needs to get in and get Jane’s things and get out as quickly as possible. And yet here she is, standing outside, not wanting to break that barrier.
Mostly because she doesn’t want to talk to Dave.
What’s the problem, hon? Agatha slings an arm over Eve’s shoulder and gazes down at her. What’s with the hesitation?
Eve shakes her head. After…after, she starts, her voice a hush, Ted had all sorts of excuses and reasons for his behavior. He knew that he’d hurt me, but he turned it back on me, said that I’d hurt him by spending so much time away from home, away from him. Said he’d had needs. Pointed to that morning as proof that I wasn’t taking care of him. She stares at the doorknob in front of her, not moving, and feels Agatha’s hand tighten on her shoulder, not uncomfortably. I don’t know that I can hear his excuses. Not again.
At first, Agatha doesn’t say anything, and Eve glances up to see that her girlfriend’s eyes have grown dark, that her jaw is set, teeth gritting together. The expression warms her heart. It…probably shouldn’t, but it does. You can’t kill him, she says, although she isn’t sure why she does. He married her. They have a kid. He’s been a good dad to—
You don’t have to defend him to me, hon, Agatha says through gritted teeth. She swallows, and Eve can see just how hard she tries to force herself to relax. Agatha releases her unintended grip on Eve’s shoulder, takes a deep breath in, and then meets Eve’s eyes. I’m here with you. If that jerk gives you any trouble—
He won’t.
Eve has spent too many years with Jane – and, by extension, Dave – to believe that he will give her any trouble. He won’t. Dave’s as bad at conflict as Eve herself is, although she would never admit it. It’s just—
Without another moment’s hesitation, Eve reaches out and rings the doorbell. If she thinks about it too long, she’ll be standing out here forever – maybe like Agatha, sitting on her doorstep, one knee clutched to her chest, hands clasped atop it, staring up at the stars. Except that Agatha hadn’t had any reason to be afraid.
Can we talk? I…I think we need to talk.
Eve cringes at her own words just as the door starts to crack open and then forces herself to be cool. She settles just as Dave finishes opening the door. For all that’s going on, he doesn’t seem to be upset; if anything, the look of utter shame at being caught – at being found out – is all she can see. Other than that, he looks normal. She’s never had a dog, but Eve highly suspects this is the sort of look she would have seen if she came home and it had done something bad but she just hadn’t found out what yet, the sort of look that said something was wrong, that he’d done something wrong.
I guess she told you.
Yeah. Eve nods. I’m just here to grab a few things.
Dave opens the door a little wider. Then his eyes fall on Agatha where she stands just behind Eve; first, they widen, and then, they narrow. Who’s she? he asks, gaze dropping down to Eve, his expression of shame turning to one of near anger. Before Eve can even answer, his eyes widen again, and he growls out, canines flashing, voice tight, thin, Is that Agatha Harkness?
Haddington is, fortunately or not, a small town. Not the smallest town in the world, and maybe not even small enough to really even be considered a small town, but small enough that people know people. Eve might not have known Agatha’s job or her history, but she knew of the queer couple living in town, of the lesbians.
Knew that sensible people, such as herself, should keep their distance, although that common sense had lessened over the years.
Knew that there were still plenty of parents who felt weird about sending their children to Masters of Dancing Arts to learn from Cian, knew how so many of them had breathed a collective sigh of relief when they died, knew that many of her seniors had felt uncomfortable around Agatha whenever she came with Evanora to any of their events. She knew these things – knows these things – and yet….
Jane didn’t tell you, Eve says, and she doesn’t have to wonder why. She knows why. A sigh breaks through her lips, and she fights the instinct to lower head, to react with shame in front of Dave, who should be far more ashamed of his own actions than he might expect Eve to be of her own, when she says, Agatha’s my girlfriend. She’s here to help.
Moral support, hon.
If they were in the sanctity of Eve’s house, Eve knows Agatha would have leaned forward after saying that, would have kissed her cheek as a physical reinforcement of the words that she’s saying. But here, on Jane’s front porch, in front of a man who could choose to prevent one or both of them from entering his house, from getting what Eve told Jane she would get, just because they are…just because they are, Agatha does nothing.
Eve fights the instinct to look up, to check her expression, because she has no idea how she is reacting.
Dave’s eyes don’t lift from Eve, and she sees it – that glimmer of judgment, of disapproval – before he schools his face back into its carefully crafted shame. He sighs, and his shoulders hunch the slightest bit forward. Then he steps back, leaving the entryway open for them. Come on in, he says, gaze lowered enough that it no longer meets Eve’s eyes. Get what she sent you for.
Eve walks past him, but she doesn’t miss the look in his eyes as she passes, as Agatha follows behind her.
She shudders.
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Did she tell you we haven’t had sex in over a year?
Eve’s throat tightens as she hears the words, and her fingers clench on the fabric in her hands. It’s not that she isn’t comfortable grabbing Jane’s undergarments and stuffing them into a bag – she is; it isn’t like helping her friend out has suddenly changed just because she’s with Agatha now – but she’s definitely uncomfortable with Dave bringing up their sex life while she’s doing it. Like she would be thinking about that right now. Like it was any of her business.
(Yes, Jane brought it up a few days before Eve went to Evanora’s funeral; yes, Jane suggested it had been three months instead of over a year; no, Eve couldn’t and wouldn’t judge Jane because it had been three years of a dry spell for her before Agatha – and also it is different when her best friend brings up her sex life and talks about it than when her best friend’s cheating husband brings it up in the form of an accusation.)
It’s none of her business.
And it’s certainly none of Agatha’s business.
Eve’s gaze flicks over to Agatha, who leans against the wall, one arm crossed, staring at one of her black-painted fingernails. Her girlfriend doesn’t even look up. She’s paying attention, listening to everything, but she’s acting like she’s not. Acting cool. Like Eve should be.
But Eve doesn’t feel a lick of cool.
We didn’t….
She clears her throat. Tries again.
We didn’t get into the details—
A year’s a long time, you know, Dave interrupts, and Eve takes a deep breath, tries to tune him out the same way Agatha is, and moves from the drawer with Jane’s undergarments to the next one. Despite her lack of anything to tell him to continue, Dave does. A person needs to be touched. I need to be touched. Is that so wrong?
Agatha doesn’t say anything, but Eve notes the subtle way her entire being tenses. Her teeth grit together. Dave, this is between you and Jane. It’s not any of our—
It’s just that I was kind of going out of my mind, Dave continues, as though Eve hasn’t said anything, and it felt better to…to pay for it than to actually cheat.
Now Eve tenses. You don’t…. She almost can’t say it, can’t quite get the words out of her mouth in her disbelief, stops what she’s doing to get the words out. You don’t think that you were cheating? She turns to him, eyes narrowed – how could he say that? How could he think that?
But Dave just shakes his head. No, he says, No, it was…it was mechanical. I didn’t talk to the person, I didn’t even look at her; it was nothing—
The sound of a slap causes Eve to turn – she hadn’t been looking; she’d been trying not to pay attention, but it’s impossible for her to hear the sound of someone being slapped and not turn – and sees that Agatha has, in what she assumes is one fluid motion but probably wasn’t (but she loves to imagine Agatha moving in the fluid way of motion that she’s used to seeing, that she now knows is likely from her decades of dance)—
How dare you, Agatha growls out, glaring at Dave, nostrils flared, as he covers the red handprint on his cheek, as he works his jaw. It was nothing – it’s never nothing, you prick – did you even get tested? Did you even think you might be picking something up from—
Agatha—
Dave glares up at her, teeth gritted together, eyes flashing daggers, his earlier schooled shame dropped entirely. You don’t even know what you’re—
She gave you a gift! Agatha continues to growl in that low, low, low tone of her voice, but it’s strained. Maybe Dave can’t hear that, but Eve can, and she picks up on it, picks up on the subtle whine belying her anger.
Then Agatha shoves Dave back. Your wife gave you a gift, and suddenly you decided she wasn’t worthy of you anymore—
Look, lady, I don’t know what you’re talking about. Dave steps back – backs into the wall – but Agatha doesn’t stop. His gaze grows panicked. Jane doesn’t even know you, so why are you so—
She gave you her, and you just—
Agatha. Eve wraps her thumb and forefinger around Agatha’s free wrist and gives her a gentle tug. It would have been easier, and perhaps more fulfilling, to continue to let her girlfriend batter Dave around; she’s lived through Agatha lifting her, but she’s fairly certain Dave isn’t enjoying being lifted by his collar against the wall the same way that she’d enjoyed Agatha pressing her against the wall. (She should remind her to do that again, actually, and to use that low voice with her, but now is, ah, not the time for that.) Let him go. It’ll be okay.
At Eve’s voice, Agatha slowly – so slowly – lowers Dave back to the floor. She lets Eve tug her away from him, but she doesn’t look at her, doesn’t really look at anything. Still. It’s not okay, she mutters so low that Eve can barely hear her. What he did. It’s not okay, hon.
I know. Eve cups Agatha’s face with one hand. But you can’t just—
Thank you, Dave says, interrupting them, and when Eve turns, he’s straightening his collar, for muzzling your lesbian.
She doesn’t even think.
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When she can see straight again, Eve finds herself sitting in the passenger seat of her own vehicle, Agatha sitting in the driver’s seat, the bag she’d been filling with Jane’s things thrown in the back seat. She blinks, presses her fingers to her suddenly aching forehead, blinks again, and then asks, What…what happened?
Eve, you punched that guy in the dick and then kneed him in the face and then grabbed his hair with both hands, and I dragged you out of there before you could do more than that. Agatha glances over to her, meets her eyes sternly. Literally dragged, hon. I didn’t know you had that in you.
Eve groans and hunches forward. Jane is going to kill me.
If you tell her.
I can’t just not— Eve glances up and catches Agatha’s eyes, the mischief there, the slight upturn of her lip with chaos, and cuts herself off. Sighs. There are a thousand and one other things she can say – Dave will tell her, for one, although she doesn’t know that Jane will believe him if he does, or Where are we going? because Eve knows the route from her house to Jane’s and back by heart, she’s driven it so many times, and this isn’t it – but none of those are the first things on her lips. She forces herself to sit up, pushes her hands through her wavy hair, and then settles forward before asking, Did you mean all of that?
Agatha pauses, gaze returning to the suburban streets stretched out before them. All of what, hon?
About…about Jane giving Dave a gift, about Dave deciding she wasn’t worthy of him anymore. Eve’s brow furrows, running through the words, and finds she has a hard time following them. What did you mean by that? She glances up again, stares at Agatha. Did you mean sex?
For a moment – a long moment, a moment much longer than Eve wants it to be but perhaps not the longest moment she’d gotten from Agatha before – Agatha is silent. Her eyes focus ahead, and the silence is broken only by her blinker as she signals a left turn. Eve still doesn’t have any idea where they’re going; the streets look familiar, but a lot of the streets around her house look familiar. Partly because she’s lived in her house for over a decade (Ted hadn’t wanted it, and as much as she wanted to leave, she couldn’t cause the additional upheaval to Brendan after his dad left them and his grandmother died; she wouldn’t); partly because most of Brendan’s friends had lived near them (she’d driven him to their houses most of the time, but when he got older, he’d taken his bike instead; she’d never had the money to buy him a car like he wanted, and he’d been in too many sports to take up a job, unlike (she is not thinking about him right now)); and partly because she has literally lived in Haddington all of her life (she might have gone away for college, but she’d come right back here afterward, started volunteering regularly at the same senior center where she’d volunteered before going to college, and then taken late classes to get her masters so she could get a job there; some people might think this is a tragedy, but she’d never felt like that).
Not entirely, Agatha says finally, hesitant. She presses her lips together and then says, That’s a conversation for later, dear.
Eve nods, but she can’t help it, can’t help but ask, How much later? in a voice so soft and quiet that she can barely hear herself.
When we stop. Agatha turns to her, meets her eyes. I want to be able to see you, hon.
Eve flushes a bright red and averts her eyes. Where are we going?
The small smile that just began to creep across Agatha’s lips fades as she turns forward again. Home.
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Agatha pulls Eve’s car onto a cement driveway, the headlights sweeping across a closed two car garage, a plain yard with an overgrown garden full of dead plants, and a nondescript house that Eve can’t say she’s never seen before. She can’t say she has seen it either; she’s probably driven past it a few times, but there’s nothing about it that stands out. Where are we? she asks again, staring at the brick skirt, the dirty siding. Why are—
This is home, Agatha repeats again as she settles the car into park. Or it was, once. She taps her fingers on the steering wheel. If you need a place to go, hon. A place to get away from everything— She fishes her keys out of one pocket, fiddles with it until she takes one off of the keyring, and then hands it out to her. Here. You can have this. A pause, then, Until I make you one of your own.
Eve holds the rainbow-colored house key in her hand, runs her thumb along the worn down grooves where the coloring has flaked off to expose the metal beneath, and takes a sharp breath in realization. This is your house, she says, looking up and meeting Agatha’s eyes. This is where you live.
Agatha smiles fondly and then reaches over, closing Eve’s fingers over the key. Just don’t…. She hesitates before tucking strands of Eve’s hair back behind her ear. Don’t judge me too harshly for what you might see inside, hon.
What will I see? Eve asks without thinking, but as Agatha’s face falls, she leans across and kisses her cheek. You don’t have to tell me, she says. I’ll find out. She cups Agatha’s face and meets her eyes, searches them. Thank you. For this. You didn’t have to…. She gives a little shake of her head. Thank you.
Agatha nods. She doesn’t meet Eve’s eyes, and her brow furrows. You had something else you wanted to talk to me about, hon, she says, her voice soft. Didn’t you?
Eve’s eyes widen. She did – does – have something she wanted to talk about. But this doesn’t seem like an appropriate time to bring up what she’d discovered about Agatha’s—
Oh. Oh. Right. She meant—
What did you mean by the gift? Eve asks again, her voice soft, noting how Agatha refuses to look at her. And…and worthiness? You don’t just mean sex, do you?
Agatha still doesn’t meet her eyes when she says, voice softer even than Eve’s, No. She tucks strands of her wavy hair back behind one ear and turns so that she stares forward again, as though she intends to start the car again and leave, but instead of placing her hands on the steering wheel, she keeps them clasped in her lap. Her gaze drops, then, as she says, It…it’s more than that, dear. It’s…. She bites her lower lip. Cian…. Again, she hesitates, and her gaze drifts up, to the roof of the car.
Eve finds that, suddenly, she doesn’t want to hear anything Agatha has to say, but also that she can’t find it within herself to make her stop.
Cian told me once that…that every moment you choose to spend with another person, that’s…it’s a gift that you’re giving to them, Agatha says, struggling to put it into words as she does – so clearly struggling in her pauses that Eve catches it, and yet still, she does not stop her. That when you are with another person, you are giving them the gift of your time – a gift of…of you, if you will. Her brow furrows. Sex is like that, too; when you have sex with someone, you’re giving them the gift of yourself. And every time you are giving them these gifts, you’re saying that…that they’re worthy of it. She hesitates, but when she speaks again, her voice is suddenly more firm. Of you.
Eve wants to argue with it, but before she can, Agatha lets out a sudden puff of air. Sorry, dear. I’m sure that doesn’t make a lick of sense.
It does, Eve says hesitantly, in a way. She runs through what Agatha’s said again, her brain more than a little full from everything that has already happened, slowly picking it apart. But most people…most people don’t think like that. Dave might have thought Jane was a gift a long time ago, but—
That doesn’t change anything, dear, Agatha interrupts, and her interlaced fingers clench, tightening her hands into one little fist. It doesn’t matter if anyone is thinking about it or not; it just is—
Hey. Eve reaches over, but when she brushes her fingers against Agatha’s cheek, Agatha flinches away. Her lips press together as her fingers slowly curl away. She slowly, gingerly places her hand over Agatha’s instead and rubs her thumb soothingly along her skin. I’m right here.
Agatha bites her lower lip and gives a stilted sort of nod.
I agree with you, Eve says hesitantly. It doesn’t matter what he thinks. He hurt Jane. You’re right. She’s still not sure exactly what Agatha means by worthy, even though she’d explained it, but she can offer comfort like this. Reassuring her. She’s…she’s good at that. Jane is always a gift. Always. A part of her – the part that remembers her bachelorette party and the stripper Jane hired – wants to argue with that, but she won’t. Oddly, this isn’t about Jane. It’s about Agatha, and something she can’t see and doesn’t know. Some other hurt.
Slowly, Agatha’s hands come undone from each other, and she curls one up, interlacing her fingers with Eve’s instead. Thank you, hon. I shouldn’t have snapped at you.
It’s okay, Eve lies. I’m not mad at you. Which isn’t a lie. She isn’t mad. Just confused. Feeling as though she’s missing something. Something important. Something to do with Cian, probably, but she shoves that idea down deep. She’s not going to think about Cian right now. (It’s impossible not to think about Cian right now, and how she isn’t them, and how they would be doing better here.) Instead, she offers Agatha the most comforting smile she has as soon as Agatha looks up and then says, gentle as anything, I love you. That means not being mad when you snap at me.
Agatha raises an eyebrow. I’m not sure that’s what that means, hon.
Of course, it does. Eve’s smile doesn’t slip, even when Agatha doesn’t turn to her with that raised eyebrow, even when she keeps her eyes trained on the hands in her lap – both of her own, the one tangled with Eve’s. It only slips when Eve recognizes – realizes – and asks, hesitant, Agatha…is that…is that how you thought of me? Of what…of what you were doing with me?
Agatha licks her lips and then slowly nods. Yes, she murmurs. Every time.
Eve takes a rough breath in, thinking back over all of their interactions, over their first interaction. So when you…when you left that first time, that meant—
No, Agatha interrupts, head snapping up, turning to stare at Eve. No, dear. You were always worthy. Always. I just wasn’t— She reaches over and with her free hand brushes her fingers through Eve’s hair. I wasn’t ready. I gave you what I could, I—
Eve cuts her off with a kiss. For a moment, she can feel it – the way Agatha freezes against her, shocked – and she hesitates, starts to draw back with apologies on her lips, just the same way she had the first time they kissed, until Agatha’s fingers tighten in her hair, until she pulls Eve back against her with a soft parting of her lips. Eve hums against her, squeezes her hand in hers, and then parts from her, brushing their noses together. I love you, too, she murmurs, then, realizing what she said, startles, and looks up through her lashes with wide eyes to meet Agatha’s wider ones. That’s not…that’s not what you meant, I’m sorry, I’m—
Agatha covers Eve’s lips with her finger and holds her gaze until Eve’s words sputter out. What was that for, hon? she asks into the silence, as though she hadn’t heard anything Eve just said.
What was what for? Eve asks around Agatha’s finger.
The kiss.
Eve smiles, gaze lowering, and presses a gentle kiss to Agatha’s fingertip as she moves it away. It was a gift, she says, choosing her words carefully, because I decided you were worthy of it.
One corner of Agatha’s lips curves upward. Exactly. She leans forward and kisses Eve again.
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Eve barely has time to shut her front door behind her and hang her purse on its hook before Jane calls out, Dave says you punched him in the nuts?
I plead the fifth, Eve groans out as she heads toward the sound of Jane’s voice and finds her curled up in her guest room. She holds one of the duffel bags up in the air. These are yours. I fought a real dirtbag for them, so—
Jane’s brow furrows as she stares at her phone, and then she glances up and meets Eve’s eyes. You took Agatha with you?
Eve lets out an exasperated sigh and drops the duffel bags onto the floor just inside the guest room door. I thought you weren’t talking to him.
I wasn’t. Jane scowls and crosses her arms. Until the whole punched in the dick thing.
He deserved it, Eve says as she climbs in bed next to her friend. Still deserves it. When Jane leans her head against her chest, she begins to run her fingers gentle through her hair. I’d do it again in a heartbeat.
Jane shakes her head. No, you wouldn’t. You don’t punch people. She glances up, almost in awe. You really did that? For me?
Eve hesitates. Then she nods once, with a little smile about her lips.
Of course, she says, finally. Think of it as a gift.
#bandit fic#agave fic#agatha harkness#eve fletcher#jane rosen#dave rosen#eve fletcher x agatha harkness#agatha harkness x eve fletcher#agave#mrs. fletcher#mcu
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Misfortune (Reprise)
I realized I never talked about option 1.
Let me back up.
And bear with me a moment. We're going to get serious first, and then silly, okay?
I. The Take
I have too many words about it which will probably keep coming and being further refined into new posts, but to put it as simple as possible: My personal portrayal take is that Misfortune is symbolic of a physical disability (aura and semblance are like a muscle, don't u kno) and an allegory for depression/anxiety, and both of these things are further maladapted due to trauma.
We are explicitly told that semblances may or may NOT be reflective of someone's soul, and that if it is, it can be either a semblance shaped by the soul OR a soul shaped by the semblance. ...Remember?
“A common philosophy is that a warrior’s Semblance is a part of who they are. Some say your personality and character can define your Semblance while some claim that it is the other way around. Of course, there are still many who don’t see a connection at all."
We are also explicitly told by qrow that his "semblance isn't like most."
tl;dr (a) people trying to frame Misfortune as some sort of manifestation of qrow's personality or true self just because using that lens does fit a lot of the other characters, or (b) trying to say that having a different perspective about himself and the trauma aspect of things suddenly makes the other parts go away - absolutely smacks of (a) victim blaming and (b) ableism [to me].
This is a me thing, a personal interpretation and portrayal thing. But this is also my muse and my space to talk about it, so I do. No actual hate to people that interpret or have fun with it otherwise, you're valid.
II. The Alternates
On a lighter note, the two alternative options I will accept for Misfortune reflecting some aspect of qrow's true self are:
He wants to stay the hell away from main character drama, so he acknowledges his B Sitcom plot, complete with the stupid slapstick.
and
2. Super secret [til now] background tertiary allusion: Uncle Charlie.
Welcome to doing whatever you wish!
you got the wrong guy.
Laughing and singing all day!
oh, isn't that wonderful.
you mean there's no surprises or anything?
Oh no, no, no. We know everything here.
aw, that's just lovely. the clouds. the grass. the air. [/s]
hey. would you like to dance?
you must have studied dancing. you have natural rhythm...
Ah! I'm getting dizzy...
everything is so lovely here. so planned. so ordinary.
and that's what's driving me crazy.
i need Brazil, the throb, the thrill
i've never been there, but someday i will
adventure and danger! love from a stranger!
let me be surprised!
today there's sun, they said there'd be snow
when all's said and done, it's fun not to know
what keeps my heart humming
is guessing what's coming
let me be surprised!
oh, ain't it great when fate
...makes you wait
the world seems mirthless
you feel worthless
then suddenly,
there's a big bone on your plate!
Oh, Charlie, please remember
Down there's a world of used cars
And singles bars, broken dreams
And out of reach stars...
but it isn't over, not for this rover
i don't like to steal...
but i don't buy this deal...
in 'bout three seconds, she'll have realized...
and she's gonna be.
wait'll you see.
she's gonna be ...surprised!
this is relevant at just face value, but also.
qrow as 'the second child, the twin who never should have been, but came back wrong/cursed from a prior life' has been a brainworm based around this allusion for a very long time, and then Vol 9 came along and we got canon ascension/reincarnation for potentially everybody AND canon time-fuckery based around pocket watch imagery. so you know what, it's the time and place to talk about that too.
Ozma > qrow > Jaune parallel of boys trying so hard to be heroes but just end up dicking around and caught in things they don't understand. delicious.
#* look who's been listening = music *#* legends and stories; some of them true; some made up = meta *#* hey don't get mad cause i'm right = headcanon *#* gotta look inside / a little introspection = character development *#long post tw#rwby vol9 spoilers#but very smol#ruby as anne marie tho#tell me i'm wrong
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On This Week’s Episode of Bogwick Kids Are Literally Insane...
Turns out James had the same idea as me, cuz he made me a mixtape too!!! That is pretty stinkin’ cute, you must admit. His mixtape had The Smiths, Fallout Boy (!!!!!), and some David Bowie songs. My favorite David Bowie song he included was “Heroes” cuz it’s just so romantic (teehee) I wonder if he meant it that way... (´ω｀*) “Cat People” is also awesome and badass! He also put on “The Man Who Sold The World” by Nirvana. It’s crazy to me that I haven’t gotten into David Bowie or Nirvana until now! I was majorly missing out!! I told James I loved his mixtape and I could tell he was really pleased (I think he even blushed!), however I did neglect to mention that I have literally been listening to it on repeat since he gave me it. Just thought withholding that fact may be for the best lolzzz ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Bummed to report that not only do I have Choir with Gen, but I also hav History class with her! That’s a lot of Gen for me in a day, especially cuz she insists on sitting next to me in History, plus I have to sit with her at lunch (well, I mean, I don’t HAVE to, but you kno what i mean).
I spend most of the school day wishing I was in my Bible Study class so I can sit next to James (ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)♡ It doesn’t help that it’s the last class of the day! The longing whizzes in my brain and opens like a pit in my stomach all the day long. I want to sit with him at lunch too (imagine us sharing earbuds and listening to “Heroes” on his iPod !!!!!! my heart might burst just thinking about it *sigh of yearning*). I would sit with him (especially cuz Gen kind of just talks about herself all lunch period), but girls and boys mixing during free periods is frowned upon SMH.
Speaking of Gen talking about herself, she was really going off on a tirade this week. I guess Gen and Bradley broke up at the New Year’s party and it was a WHOLE THING. Literally everyday during lunch AND history, she spilled the nitty-gritty details of everything that “went down” at Bradley’s New Year’s Eve party. God, that girl’s egotism gives me a headache.
I’ll recount what happened cuz, as stupid as it all is, it does make for some saucy drama:
So kinda early on in the night, Gen caught Bradley flirting with some “freshman nobody” (her words, not mine) in the hottub which led Gen to confront them both on the spot, humiliating the freshman girl who climbed out of the hottub, crying (Gen was proud of this). She said Bradley was pissed and claimed that they were “just talking,” which, admittedly, does sound like BS cuz I’ve never been in a hottub, but their ~sensual~ connotation is a pretty well-known fact, I’d say. Anyway, to get back at Bradley, Gen started flirting with Oliver Goodrich (Bradley’s best friend), sitting on his lap, touching his arms and such. Bradley, of course, witnessed this and started throwing a tantrum like a baby, yelling, throwing things. (Though, I would hardly describe someone of Bradley’s proportions as a BABY--he’s stocky and all muscle! Him throwing a tantrum sounds SCARY! Again, reinforcing my decision NOT to go to parties.) Anyway, all this hullabaloo reached its epic conclusion with Bradley basically challenging Oliver to a duel ??? CRAZY! They played chicken on their snowmobiles and Bradley won. Not sure WHAT exactly he won, cuz Gen still broke up with him in front of everyone. Which led Bradley to pushing Oliver’s snowmobile off the cliff. Of course, Oliver was not pleased about this and the two got into a proper fist fight. ESCANDALO!
Yeah, so Bradley’s been pouting and fuming all week, Oliver and James have been sitting at their own table to avoid him, meanwhile Gen has been talking everyone’s ears off about the downright Shakespearean shenanigans at the party. In fact, Gen KEEPS bringing it up in history class when we’re supposed to be working and the teacher keeps shushing us, as tho I’m the problem somehow? Idk how to let him know I SHARE HIS SENTIMENTS!
Ana was practically giddy hearing me recount all of this. I swear, she treats my Bogwick life like a soap opera *eye roll*.
How can I blame her, tho? It basically IS（ ￣￣ー￣￣）
Anyway, Christa told me on the low that Gen and Brad will probably get back together within the month, if not the week. These dramatic blow-outs are pretty standard for them, I guess. Soooo... stay tuned, as they say in show biz lol.
#diary#on this episode of avoid Bradley Hawthorne at all costs...#no but seriously#I live in fear of incurring either Bradley's or Gen's rage#I'm in the clear for now#still feel really bad for that freshman girl Gen humiliated#that could have easily been me...#remind me not to get in a hottub with Bradley Hawthorne smh#or stand too near a cliff...#(〇_ｏ)
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Gonna attempt a Book Review bc holy shit I just need to Yell about this series. Anyway:
Remade/Plague Land Series by Alex Scarrow: A Review™
(I haven't written a book review since 2010 so hopefully the following rambling is coherent enough for at least one other person to read this series.)
"Leon and his younger sister, Grace, have recently moved to London from New York and are struggling to settle into their new school, when rumours of an unidentified virus in Africa begin to fill the news. Within a week the virus hits London and a pandemic has begun. The siblings witness people turning to liquid before their eyes, and they run for their lives. A month after touching Earth's atmosphere, the virus has assimilated the world's biomass.
But the virus isn't their only enemy, and survival is just the first step."
Now, I know this sounds like Literally Every Other Post Apocalyptic Book Ever and it certainly does use many of the tropes associated with the genre because, well, it is a post-apocalyptic series. The plot does follow a similar pattern to most pandemic/zombie outbreak stories and starts off with two main branches: tracking the initial outbreak of the virus through various unconnected segments interspersed with the Calm Before The Storm of the main protagonist, Leon. The build up is done rather well and even though you Know what's going to happen, the background radiation of dread permeating Leon's side of the story really gets you. Not to mention reading this during an actual pandemic where most media outlets are downplaying the severity of the virus and you're told you're being paranoid for taking it seriously is uhhhh Too Real™.
Leon himself is alright I guess. Typical dark haired nerdy autistic-coded white teen protagonist, with more precocious and social sibling, Grace, to boot. Freya, the other main protagonist who joins them in the latter half of the first book, is a tad more interesting as she has MS (multiple sclerosis) and her disability is not just a throwaway line for diversity points but a key part of her character and how it affects her in this new post-virus world.
Tbh not many of the characters really stand out but are still interesting enough to be invested in their fates etc, even the more one off side characters. While there is the usual 'people turning on each other and not sharing/being able to trust each other' stuff that's rife in post-apocalyptic stories, it never fully drowns out how much of a constant threat the virus is, even those who are apparently immune. This is because the virus is not just like your typical kill-you-dead or zombification virus,, but seems to be developing a hive mind, slowly becoming more and more intelligent and developing strategies to target the remaining survivors. There's even several chapters from the virus's POV where you can watch it develop and test said strategies. I'm trying very hard not to give more of the plot away but trust me when I say it's cool as hell.
The pacing is well done and makes you never want to put the book down (unless you're like me who sometimes needs to take a Mental Break during a major Shit Is Going Down™ scene just to catch your breath. The major plot twist is also absolutely fascinating and not something I've really seen before and it honestly takes a while to wrap your head around and think about it.
That saying tho I do have to warn that this series may not be for everyone due to the obviously dark and gory themes associated with the main plot etc.
Content warnings (there are. A Lot): death, child death, body horror (so much body horror), immolation, sexual assault (one scene in the first book which is thankfully short and the assaulter is interrupted before he can go further), frequent mentions of needles and medical procedures. probably more but i devoured this series in just a few days so it's blurring all together
There's 3 books, all around 400-500 pages each:
Plague Land: Remade
Plague Land: Reborn
Plague Land: No Escape
(Also known as Plague Land, Plague Nation and Plague World in newer editions like the ones I read, but the neon covers are a bit of an eyesore as you can see below)
Anyway, thanks for reading to the end of this incoherent mess and hope this may have put this series on your To Read list. And if you have already read these books: Please Contact Me Immediately I Need To Yell
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letters to crushes
bringing letters to crushes back to the tumblr world!
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FOR QUESTIONS AND CONCERNS (NOT LETTERS) AND LETTERS ARE QUEUED AFTER I GET THEM SO BE PATIENT WITH POSTING
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you are the best thing that has ever happened to me. You’re my Lover and my best friend and each day that goes by it seems like I find something new to love about you 😊. It’s amazing how one person can make such a huge difference in my life. You’ve given me so many reasons to smile 😄. I’m a very lucky person to have you in my life. I’ve never been so happy with anyone or so In Love. I LOVE YOU ❤️I promise to be there for you when you need me. I would do anything for you ❤️
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Okay I get it, you love my best friend. You guys don’t talk though, it’s killing me on the inside that I know you two like Each other, you’ve told me all of your secrets, your dreams, why you cry at night, why you feel the feelings you have. And when you don’t feel anything at all, do you feel that with her? I need you in my life.
You have a adorable face that makes me smile. You really care about me when no one is there. You look at me in the eyes when we talk. And your accent is so strong and beautiful. Why can’t I have you!
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When you were here before I couldn’t look you in the eyes You float like a feather Your skin makes me cry
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your so perfect in every way to me.. you never fail to make me smile, even when im sad. you give me one look and i melt. i have liked you forever and im so glad i have to chance to talk to you as much as i do. i dont think there has ever been a second your not on my mind. there has been times where i just saw your picture and stared at it. five minutes later, im still looking at every perfect feature you have and thinking to myself how blessed i am. you text me everychance you get and when we text, there always a huge smile on my face because you make the happiest person ever. you may not like me but i like you, alot. everytime i see you, i blush and get shy because i dont know what to say to you sometimes.. im not the type of girl you date but if having you in my life, even if we are friends, is the best thing a girl could have. but yeah.. just thank you for everything that you have ever done.
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Hey crush ☺I just wanted to tell you how much i like u . You are the most cute guy I have every seen.. you’re cute funny smart nice, any girl would be lucky to have you. When I talk to you my heart skips a beat. I really like you, but u dont like me do u? 😔If I was ur gf I would promise to be there for you when you need me. Please text back on what u think of this I really do like u a lot. 😁
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I don’t know how to say this but I love you. After getting to know you over the past few years, I’ve fallen for you. I’m sorry that I’m so awkward and shy when I’m around you, it’s because I don’t know how to react to someone so genuine and kind and amazing as you. I’m sorry that I stopped talking to you and closed you out because I was afraid I might ruin our friendship if I said something stupid but instead I did do something stupid by stop talking to you and now we don’t even talk anymore because instead of trying to protect our friendship, I ended it without even knowing. I wish I had the guts to come up and talk to you but I always get these butterflies in my stomach when I see you and I’m always afraid if I make the first move, you might think I’m annoying or that I’m coming on too strong but when I did make the first move by texting you hi, I felt like you didn’t even notice and I didn’t know what to do when you didn’t respond. My friends tell me you look at me during class and that you like me but I never think of it as anything because I either think you’re looking at a window or at a prettier girl sitting behind me me because I always think that there are so many other girls who are prettier and less awkward than me so why would you ever choose me but I guess that I won’t ever know that unless a miracle happens. I apologize if I never notice your first moves either because I’m so uncertain with love that I need someone to come up to me and tell me they like me before I know for sure they like me so I’m sorry for not catching your subtle hints if there was any. I guess what I’m trying to say is you’re a pretty amazing guy and that I hope one day I can be with someone as amazing and makes my heart flutter just like you. I love you
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#got my 1st vaccine shot today. which is pretty cool#my arm is pretty sore and im v tired but i cant tell if thats the shot or just my general mood of late#ugh its so annoying. ive gone back to being tired and brain foggy all the time#idk somethings def wrong but i dunno what it is#i guess the world may never kno#lady giving my vaccine was like: oh its almost ur birthday!#and i kinda hope my pi forgets... but i kno that won't happen#last year she sent me chocolate covered strawberries#and like i supper appreciate the sentiment but also its so so so stressful when someone is like: surprise! here is a new thing u have to#deal with. ya kno#idk i have weird birthday anxiety#like do i wany presents? yes. but i would prefer them to be delivered clinically and not in the presene of other#and i wann kno when to expect them. which is insane but whatever#ugh im so tired#unrelated
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i want to get off this ride *unsubscribes from existence*
#bluejay.txt#shitpost#is this about adhd zoning out or is it about dying? the world may never kno#suicide tw#<-implied i guess#although it’s not rly the intent
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Hey! Could I ask for a hunter Sylvester x male reader? Where the reader is a lot into metal like him and is new at the school and is cold and aggressive to almost everyone and one day beats skip Hoffman in a fight and hunter takes notice and it progresses from there ending in them getting together?
Beat a bitch || Hunter Sylvester x reader
A/N: I've never written from the perspective of a male reader before so sorry if this is off! I guess this can also be gender neutral if you ignore certain terminology :) @the-criminaltbc
What to expect: Violence, Hunter being in awe of the reader, swearing, male reader
Glenwood Lake Highschool was a fucking bore. It had the standard popular kids- who were almost always assholes, the quiet kids- you don't have too much against them other than the fact that some of them are psychotic, and there was you. A metal-head since birth. Superior to the rest of them? Maybe. Besides, it's not like this place had much to offer other than the select few. Your prime example: Hunter Sylvester. In your eyes he was a pretty fucking cool and hot decent dude.
You were walking down the hallway to your next class, music blasting in your eyes, deafening you from the real world. You took this time to observe your surroundings. To observe how people valued school so much, to see how from such a young age we are taught to believe that it is the only path in life. You sure as hell wanted more to life than this shit hole.
You're about to reach your next class when the asshole jock in front of you starts shoving his way through the crowd. People are getting pushed left and right yet, no one is saying anything. You immediately know who it is- Skip Hoffman. Fuck it. "Hey asshole. Are you that far up your own ass that you can't see the people around you? Or has daddy have yet to buy you glasses?"
Hoffman cocks his head, "What'd you fucking say to me huh?" What a cliché. It was all just so typical that you had to laugh, "Ohh I'm sure you heard me buddy, or does daddy need to buy you hearing aids too?" That's all it takes for him to lunge at you but, the way he's hobbling towards you makes it too easy to block his punch. A crowd is forming around the two of you- and you'd be lying if you said you weren't getting cocky. Skip's gone red at this point- his nostrils are flared. He kinda looks like a fucked up bull.
He raises his arm again and his fist is nearing your head, it brushes right against your ear and that's all it takes to piss you off further. Your muscular arms are grabbing him by the collar and he's flailing around in your grasp. Just as you're about to land a hit on his jaw- "Y/L/N, Office now!" The crowd around you bursts out into different directions, and a few stragglers are left watching at a distance.
You land the hit anyway, the Skip Hoffman goes limp in your hands. Knocked out in one hit- a new record. The previous teacher opens their mouth to yell at you again but, you beat them to it, "Save the speech. I'm dropping out of this shit hole." With your final 'fuck you', you walk past Hunter and his friend- both of which in awe, a certain metal-head more than the other.
Hunter turns to Kevin, "See, that is what it means to be fucking metal Kevin. That is one hell of a fucking guy!" The pair of them aren't exactly subtle with their remarks, and you can't help but smirk at Hunter's awe. You dig into your large pockets pushing past all the random scraps inside of them, until you lay your hands on a crumbled piece of paper with your number on it.
Before you leave, you turn to the pair and push out the flimsy piece of paper towards Hunter, "Call me...I might know a thing or two about metal. I know you do too. " The metal-head's face goes red and he takes this time to carefully consider his next words, "I guess you'll have to prove it to me. See you soon."
You may or may not have had planned giving Hunter your number for a while...
A/N: How is this from the male perspective you may ask? Pockets. The women know what I mean.
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Oh! Okay so what if Elana Gilbert and Bella Swan swap places, (like, swap their brains i guess, so their friends and family still think theyre the same) what would happen to them? Would Elana survive Edward’s affections? Would Bella react well to Stefan and Damon? (I kno you only saw some of the show, but i think you saw all the seasons Elana is human, and thats what matters.)
Hm, well the vampires from The Vampire Diaries are human in every way that counts, they're essentially sexier humans with a funky diet.
Elena is in love with Stefan for Stefan, his vampirism is just a facet of him. Edward will be as horrifying to her as a Twilight vampire normally is to humans.
Bella, meanwhile, is in love with Edward for all the wrong reasons. She's not going to fall for Stefan and Damon.
What happens to Twilightified Elena
Depends on when Elena is thrown into Twilight. And on when it is for Elena as well, is it at the beginning of TVD? Because if so, then she's mourning her parents and doesn't know about anything supernatural.
If so, then Elena has a terrible time because she must mourn for her parents in this world where no one knows they died, in fact the internet tells her they never existed in the first place, and there's this well-meaning stranger who wants to father her in their place. The angst would be unreal.
But, Elena of canon wanted to tough it out and stay her partying self, even if only on the surface, so she'd become best friends with Jessica and Lauren, and go with them to every party imaginable.
Somehow or other she loses the Yandere simulator, and is eaten by Edward.
If we take Elena from the end of season 2, then this is an Elena who knows about the supernatural. Bodyswaps are a thing in TVD, so she's stunned to find it happened to her and worried about Bella Swan, but she's got her bearing.
Or so she thinks.
Turns out, the year is 2005.
She tries to get in contact with someone, anybody, from her own world. She searches for the Salvatores, for witches, and in a final last act of desperation she puts on an ad on craigslist to get Elijah.
There's no trace of any of them. Not even when she gets desperate enough to post "Petrova döppelganger looking for original vampire" on her myspace.
Nothing, not even Klaus, just silence.
More terrifyingly yet, it appears Mystic Falls doesn't exist anymore.
It's a terrified Elena Gilbert who walks into Forks High the day after.
She knows at a sight that there's something wrong with the Cullens. When Edward spends an entire hour glaring at her for daring to exist, she is officially creeped out.
Elena returns home very scared that day.
She's in a new place, she doesn't know how to get home, and there are terrifying people at her school who seem to have it out for her.
She spends the following week confirming that everything she ever knew has simply ceased to exist.
Then Edward returns to school after a week's absence, and asks a series of questions aimed at finding out who she is and why she came to Forks.
Elena starts putting two and two together.
Of three things, she is absolutely certain.
One, reality has been rewritten. The people and places in Elena's life no longer exists, nor does Elena herself for that matter.
Two, no one in this world apart from Elena herself appears to be aware that this has happened.
Three, the one other anomaly in this world is the Cullens. They're clearly not human, and act not unlike pod people than everybody else, in fact they interact with no one. Except Elena herself. Who is being singled out by them.
Elena comes to the terrifying conclusion that the Cullens are an unknown species, a powerful magical one, capable of rewriting the laws of reality.
And she doesn't know if she's an accident, if she's Neo misbehaving in the Matrix, or if this reality marble was created to entrap her specifically.
She decides she's had enough.
She has no powers, no resources, no contacts.
What she does have is her wits.
And, possibly, the element of surprise.
Armed with nothing, Elena gets in the truck and drives to the Cullen house, having gotten the address somehow, and made sure to tell Charlie, Jessica, Lauren, Mike, and her Myspace where she's going.
There, she marches up their porch, knocks on their door, and asks to speak with them.
The Cullens, on their end, are stunned.
From their point of view, this is the anonymous singer who's been tormenting Edward. Yes, she has a name and all that, but they don't know anything about her.
More, she should have no interest in them.
Wanting to appear in control of the situation, Elena calls them in to the living room for an honest conversation, all cards on the table.
Well shit, the Cullens say to themselves, Edward's singer had to be the one girl in North America who knows about vampires.
Now, I do believe Elena is too intelligent to blurt everything she knows immediately and lose her leverage.
No, she asks them if she was supposed to know or not.
The question makes perfect sense to her - is she an anomaly in the Matrix, could it be Jessica is in fact amnesia Caroline and Forks as a whole is actually just nu-Mystic Fall, or is it just Elena?
The Cullens, meanwhile, wonder how on earth this girl can think she was supposed to know she was Edward's singer and that they're vampires.
She may not know what she thinks she knows.
Carlisle tells her the truth. No, miss Swan, you were not supposed to know.
Taking this as confirmation that she's in the Matrix, Elena asks if there are others. She, of course, is wondering if there are other people, perhaps right here in Forks, either with amnesia or else keeping their heads low, who have been taken from the real world.
Or, more chillingly, if everyone is living fake lives in this fake world.
The Cullens, meanwhile, wonder what others she's talking about.
Carlisle takes the plunge. Either she knows what the word means or she doesn't, if she doesn't then she'll have nothing to google because this isn't known to humans at all, plus the word is only a rough translation of the Italian term.
"Other singers, you mean?"
Elena blinks.
Singers, like sirens?
The Cullens are terribly beautiful.
But... sirens?
She stows this away for future use.
Elena decides this conversation has been cryptic enough, and point blank tells the Cullens that she means people who don't belong in this reality at all.
I imagine there comes a point where Carlisle has to call Aro. The girl knows nothing about vampires, she thinks they're semi-harmless human-looking creatures that burn in the sun and can be killed by humans. She's not a problem in that regard.
So Aro gets a call from Carlisle, explaining how a human girl showed up on his doorstep claiming he had created an alternate reality, and that her world apparently has a different worldbuilding altogether.
Oh, and Carlisle's telepath son can't read her mind.
He is in Forks practically before Carlisle can hang up the call.
I imagine Elena gets to spend years as a human, because if the body of Bella Swan is somehow a link to another dimension, then altering that into another species might sever the link.
No, Elena, Aro, and Carlisle spend the following years in a Volterra lab, trying and failing to engineer a pathway back to her world.
In the end, if they're unsuccessful, Elena is turned into a vampire, and Aro has a jolly good time reading her memories from another dimension once she has the control to let her shields down.
Elena, who only ever wanted to be human and thought TVD vampires were too spicy to turn into, cries.
What happens to TVDified Bella
Bella somehow manages to feel guilty about not being Elena. This must all be her fault. Somehow.
An optimist as always, Bonnie dives headfirst into reversing whatever spell was put on her best friend.
She never succeeds, and both women are crushed by guilt over something not their fault.
Damon, I imagine, kills Bella sooner or later during a drunken outburst.
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Carlisle Cullen x OC
Summary: Carlisle and his mate Eloise receive some shocking news that they weren’t necessarily prepared to deal with regarding her health. Instead of seeing what’s right in front of him, Carlisle believes that his wife’s health issues are stemming from other avenues. It isn’t until his wife makes a discovery that he alters his course of action.
Note: This is a deviation from what I normally post, but I hope that all of you will take the chance and give it a read. :)
“I can’t even believe this is happening again. And with your wife of all people!” Jacob Black shouted as he walked into the Cullen family’s wide, contemporary kitchen.
“Jacob, we’ve discussed this. Eloise isn’t like us. She isn’t a vampire, she’s a phoenix. As such, she’s capable of resurrecting the dead, the broken, the ill-equipped parts of us that are theoretically unsalvageable. And as things stand, we all know I’m infertile. Or that I was.” Carlisle explained. “Believe me, I’m just as overwhelmed as you are. Even more so because I’m still struggling to accept the fact that I helped someone--the woman I adore more than anything else on this earth--procreate.”
And it’s not like the couple had been trying either. Quite the opposite actually. Sure, both of them had done ample amounts of research--through legends and the like--to determine whether or not they would need to take precautions before having intercourse. From what little they could find, it appeared that exercising the freedom of caution was the best choice. Not only had pregnancies been reported, multiple births seemed to be a common occurrence. And even though Carlisle was reluctant to put his faith into these infinitesimal references, he still did what any self-respecting man would do: He made sure his strong, confident wife made the final decision about what she wanted to do. At the end of the day, her body would have been doing the brunt of the work had a pregnancy occurred.
Eloise thought long and hard about this and would even go so far as to test herself. Did she want a child? Yes. Would she be a genuinely good mother? She hoped so. But the ultimate question remained: did she want a child with Carlisle? More than anything else in the world. However, it just didn’t seem like the right time. The pack was going through organizational disputes, the Volturi were still trying to find ways to get her and Alice to join their coven, and Bella and Edward were in the process of adopting a child. There was just too much happening around her for that to work out. Or so she thought at that moment.
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About two months later, she started feeling a bit off-kilter. She was suffering from myriad migraine headaches, her stomach always seemed to be queasy, and she was dealing with some intense bouts of insomnia (which she had never experienced as a child or even during her adult life). Her husband was increasingly worried about her. So much so that he would have her in his office every day for testing. At that point, he was looking for a dormant autoimmune disease, cancer, anything that would highlight these symptoms. What he wasn’t looking for was a pregnancy, a fertilized egg within his wife.
One night, while the rest of the family was out hunting, Eloise and Carlisle were cuddling on the couch, her head in his lap. He was running his long, cool fingers through her hair and down her back, intermittently trying to coax her into eating a small piece of toast that he’d made for her. Yet every attempt didn’t do much. Regardless, he was hoping she would get her appetite back soon because her skin had started to take on a translucent pallor that he despised.
“Come on, honey, just one bite. That’s all I’m asking for,” Carlisle said, putting the plate in front of her face.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart, but I’m just not hungry. The entire idea of food is revolting. Plus, I don’t really want to repeat what happened a few hours ago.” Carlisle hummed in understanding. While he knew that Eloise was being sincere, he wasn’t pleased that she was still feeling so fatigued and nauseated.
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A few hours ago, as he was attending to a broken rib of Seth’s at the reservation, he received a call from Alice. ‘Eloise has been throwing up for the last forty minutes, Carlisle. She didn’t want to worry you,’ she’d started. ‘But you need to get back here now. I’ve been sitting with her, and I’m worried she’s getting dehydrated.’ Heart in his throat, he quickly finished his session with Seth, letting him know that he had an emergency that he needed to attend to.
After parking the car, he ran into the house, heading straight for his and Eloise’s bedroom. And when he walking into the adjoining bathroom, he was shocked by what he saw: his wife, her cheek smashed against the toilet seat, breathing heavily in order to avoid another onset of nausea. In his peripheral, he saw Alice lightly rubbing Eloise’s back with her left hand and murmuring comforting words to her.
Instinctively, Carlisle moved towards his wife and took Alice’s place as the caretaker. “Hi, sweetheart. Alice called and said you weren’t feeling well. Can you tell me what’s been bothering you?” he asked, gently kneading the taut muscles in her lean back.
Eloise slowly pulled her face away from the toilet bowl and looked at him blearily. “My stomach just isn’t feeling super fantastic at the moment. I don’t know why, but I can’t seem to keep anything down. I haven’t been able to since about two o’clock this afternoon.”
“Well, you haven’t been at your best recently. Do you think that may have something to do with it?”
“Perhaps. But I haven’t had this happen before. Yes, I’ve experienced nausea and some stomach cramping, but it never ended with me vomiting for hours on end.”
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And that was what still puzzled Carlisle in this moment. Why was this happening to her when nothing was physically wrong? She didn’t have AGID nor was there any evidence of malignant tumor growth. She wasn’t running a fever nor was she displaying any signs of infection. So what could it be? He was determined to find out.
He lightly ran the pad of his right thumb over Eloise’s cheek. “Sweet girl, I think it’s time that I do an ultrasound on your stomach. Maybe that will give us some answers. What do you say?”
“Alright. You’ll probably have to carry me though. I haven’t been doing well vertically,” she said, slightly smiling.
“Your wish is my command.”
He proceeded to carefully--oh, so carefully--move her head off his lap and onto a pillow (as a replacement). Then, when he was completely erect, he swiftly leaned forward and placed his forearms underneath Eloise’s lumbar vertebrae and upper thighs. Once she was secured in his arms, he gently kissed her cheek and proceeded to move them into his office, the one room in the house both of them have grown to resent.
Placing her on the exam table, he grazed his hand through her bangs in the hope of soothing the anxiety that was coursing through her. “It’ll be alright. You know I would never hurt you. Never.”
“I know. It’s not that. I just don’t want anything to be wrong. I want to be healthy,” she said, her voice on the verge of breaking.
“You will be. I’ll make sure of it,” Carlisle responds as he pressed his forehead against hers.
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Eloise smiled wanly as her husband went through his check-up regimen: ears, eyes, nose, throat, body temperature, blood pressure, then reflexes. While she may complain every now and then about his overprotectiveness, she really does feel so grateful and lucky to be married to a man whose compassion and kindness are limitless. This man always makes her feel valued, appreciated, and heard, especially apart from the rest of the world. And these are things that will never go unnoticed by her. He will never go unnoticed by her.
“How are things looking, Doctor Cullen?” she asked. “Am I passing inspection?”
Carlisle lightly laughed at her attempt at a joke. “So far things are looking good. I think we’re about ready to do the abdominal ultrasound and see what things are looking like down there.”
He moved over to his white, sterile metal cart that held the handheld ultrasound. The plan was for Carlisle to put the clear lubricant on her belly, place the ultrasound on it, and then wait for the image to connect to the screen to his right. From there, he’ll see if there are any obstructions or issues.
“Are you ready, honey?” he asked. “If it’s too cold, just let me know.”
Eloise held her two thumbs up. “I’m ready. Let’s do it.”
The exam began. For a period of time, the sound and echo waves were all they could hear. Eloise was holding her breath. Carlisle’s face was pinched, his eyes and ears hyper-focused on the task. Until the heartbeat-like echo struck back at them.
His wife lifted her hand to stop him from continuing with the examination. “What was that?” she queried.
“I don’t know, darling. I don’t know.” he said. “Let’s try again and see if we get the same feedback.”
He continued his inspection but still received the same results. The heartbeat was unlike any he heard before (besides his wife’s): strong, pure, yet calm in its essence. Before he could ponder any other reasonings behind this strange occurrence, Eloise interrupted him. “Carlisle, we both know that’s a heartbeat. You can question it and try to find other avenues to follow, but you know the truth. And a heartbeat can only mean one thing,” she smiled, so big that her dimples were more pronounced than ever before. “We’re pregnant. My magic enabled us to create a baby.”
He took her hand and kissed the inside of her wrist. “We don’t know that.”
“But we do. Carlisle, all the signs have been pretty prevalent these last few weeks. I just never thought to associate them with pregnancy because we agreed we would wait to start trying. I guess the universe had other plans.”
“Eloise, honey…”
“You know it’s true. I do because I can feel our child. Now, after all this time, he or she has decided to make their presence known. The energy I feel--the positivity and contentment I’m now carrying in this moment--is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.”
Carlisle looked at her, stunned. If she can feel their child, how could he dispute that? How could he challenge what she (and he) knew to be true in all its unlikelihood? It wasn’t like this was entirely impossible, especially after reading about other couples’ experiences. Couples like them.
Eloise took his moment of consideration to move his hand to her tummy. “I know it’s hard to come to terms with right now because we weren’t sure how true the reports were, but I think it’s time we start believing in them. Carlisle, you’re going to be a father, and I’m going to be a mother. We’re going to finally have the opportunity to expand our family.”
Hearing those words made Carlisle outright grin. They had been waiting for this moment for so long that he never believed it would ever actually happen. But now, he has everything he could ever want in the palm of his hand.
“Well, it would appear that way,” he said, leaning over his wife to give her a heart-stopping kiss. “And I must add that I’m excruciatingly happy. Thank you, sweetheart.”
#twilight#newmoon#eclipse#breaking dawn#pregnancy#phoenix#vampire#carlisle cullen#carlisle x reader#bella swan#edward cullen#jacob black#wolves#alice cullen#love#marriage#romance#babies
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HEY HEY HEY BESTIE HOW ARE YA THIS FINE EVENING/MORNING/AFTERNOON OR IDK
Soo may I request some headcannons on how would it be being in a polyamorous relationship with Hange and Levi cause DAMN they are fine😩😩(plz rail me already)
ANYWAYS BESTIE HOPE YOU HAVE AN AMAZING DAY!!❤❤
OFC YOU CAN MY LOVE🥺💖!!
You’re the main character in the relationship here you get kisses before going to sleep from both of them
You get called a “brat” “baby” or “sweetheart” by Levi
“Angel” or “beautiful” by hange
They both treat you amazing they make you feel special everytime you’re around them
They don’t fight at all although Levi can say no to something’s and hange does it anyways and he gets annoyed and you just giggle everytime it happens
They will protect you with ALL COSTS, they both is ready to die for you no matter what
If they find you crying, trust me whoever hurt you won’t get away, the person either get extra chores/duties for months or they have a horrible death🙃
Hange is the crazy one in the relationship (we all know that) Levi is the soft one and you’re the (insert how you act here)
Hange is ready to do everything you says cause 1. She loves you so FUCKING MUCH 2. She’s as crazy 3. She would do anything you’re down to try
Levi is like the overprotective one in the relationship (we all know that) he wants you safe and never would allowed such childish/unnecessary things
You make them flower headbands and hange kisses your face over and over again saying how sweet you are while Levi doesn’t want to wear it
It’s not that he hate it...he just doesn’t wanna wear it (mostly because he’s humanity’s strongest soldier and wouldn’t want other people to see him as a soft guy:)
Hange cusses him saying that he’s ungrateful and disrespectful for not wearing you’re gift while you’re behind her nodding your head at everything she’s saying
He eventually wears it cause “he wants hange to shut up” (trust me he loves it;)
You made this thing where you guys would just cuddle in y’all bedroom and watch a movie while eating snacks on Sundays
No matter what it is y’all HAVE TO HAVE A LAZY SUNDAY, EVERY WORK HAS TO STOP (*cough* *cough* levi)
Y’all be dragging him out of his office to get him out of his paperwork
You always pretend to cry if he doesn’t come and he always give in
Hange let’s you do her hair however you want as she lays her head on your breast while watching tv together
You and hange makes food together for Levi before he comes home since he’s been gone fo a while
When he comes back y’all both run up to him and kiss him while he’s like “ok ok that’s enough ya damn brats”
Levi is always busy most of the time so you hang out with hange more during the days
Hange is CRAZY fun
She’ll let you on everything she’s experienced/learned for the past few weeks
She was explaining what path they would take to kill the Titans and you we’re looking at her with a glow in your eyes
To her you we’re like an angel, HER angel(which you we’re) she just look at you softly giving the “wow...is this really my girlfriend” look (in a good way)
You looked back at the map on the table not noticing the way hange was looking at you “hange this is amazing do you kno- she slide her index finger under your chin and pulled you closer to her face
You’re boobs touched hange’s and she moan softly “you don’t know what you’re doing to me right now y/n” with that she closed the gap between y’all and kissed you sloppily
She had her hands going everywhere on you, your sweet lips on hers made her want more so she slide her hands down your thighs and pulled you up to sit you on the table
She pulled your shirt up over your head and started kissing your neck/jawline while you moaned her name over and over again
After their was hickeys on your neck hange brought you to y’all room and layed you on y’all’s shared bed (it’s not that small so it fits all 3 of y’all well)
Levi came in the room and since he didn’t see y’all he went to the bedroom
He gave y’all the same expression but he kinda smirked in his head, he took off his suit that was over his shoulders and hang it
Y’all were both looking at him with a sexy look as he walked over to the bed he took you by the throat and pulled you to his face
“Missed me brat?” He said as he titled his head a little “ofc daddy” he groaned at the nickname before kissing you deeply while hange kissed you’re neck down to your breast
You moaned in Levi’s mouth as you felt hange’s tongue over your now hard nipple while her other hand was playing with the other one
“I think you might wanna be quiet baby or do I have to make you?” Levi said as he put his hand in your pants only to rub your clit in circle motions
“Aaaahhhh” you moaned over his mouth “ok then brat, I’m guessing you’re choosing the harder way huh?” Hange got out of the way knowing where this is going
Levi pulled grab you by your neck (trying not to hurt you as much as possible) and put you on your knees in front of him
You couldn’t wait to put his dick in your mouth anymore so you started unbuckling his belt
“You’re such a thirsty slut fuck” he said looking down at you as you pulled his pants down
Hange went to sit on the couch watching you pull down Levi’s pants, she took off her panties and got into a position so she can play with herself
You gasp as you pulled Levi’s boxers down seeing his big member, you’ve seen it before obviously but you never got enough of his size
Before you knew it, you were gagging on Levi’s cock tears trimming down your now red face and your hair is everywhere mixed with sweat and tears, spit drooling down your mouth to your tits eyes locked on him
Levi was groaning loudly trying not be as loud “fuck baby just like that” he moans as he held your hair going in one motion |forward and back|
Hange was so close sweats was all over her face/body she loved seeing the 2 person she cared about in this pathetic world do lewd things like this
“Shiitttt” she moaned breathing heavily
Levi was also close, he loved seeing you beneath him with tears on your face like that
“You want me to cum on your face baby?” He groaned out you couldn’t saying anything you tried to hum but it just made you gag on his cock more
Which ended making you’re eyes roll back
Levi
Came
Right
There
“HOLY SHIIITT Y/N!!” he growled loudly as he’s cum shot down your throat, it was too much so you took his cock out and slapped it on your face (softly) as cum spilled in your hair, face and breast
Hange also cum as she saw Levi’s cum on your face like that
“You looked so damn hot like that you damn brat” he said you only smiled at him and he wanted to take you right there because seeing your beautiful smile while his cum was spreaded all over your face like that looked like heaven to him (hange too)
You crawled over hange as she was in the same position with her pussy and cum in view on the edge of the couch giving Levi a good view of your bottom swaying side to side
Levi sat on the bed at he started stroking himself seeing you reach hange and lick her pussy clean
You looked up at her with a lust look on your face while your tongue did it’s work on her clit while she moaned until she held you back and grabs your hair pulling you to the floor
“It’s about you tonight beautiful, not me” she said locking eyes with you as she get on a position where her pussy and your pussy got together and started rubbing it
“H-Han-hangeee” you moaned as both of you locked eyes for a couple of secs before she pulls you into a kiss
She kissed you deeply full of love while rubbing her pussy rougher on you’re pussy
She broke the kiss and lean against your ear “I love you so much baby” she said before holding you closer to her and going in a very rough speed rubbing your clit against her pussy-lips making your eyes roll back once again
“Fuckkkk both of y’all are so damn hot” Levi groaned as he came once again
“Han-hange I- I’m gonna cu- aahhh” you yelled but the end came out as a mumble as hange bring her hand to your mouth as both you came on each other
Shortly after you felt Levi pick you up and place you on the bed “come here baby”
He separated your legs and pulled you closer to him, he lines his cock to your wet pussy and slammed himself against you
You gasp at the stretch. “OH GOD!!! L-Levi” you moaned as you looked down at his cock stretching your pussy
Hange came over to you and started licking your nipple once again and your eyes rolled back for the 3rd time tonight
“D-daddy, s-slow d-down please fucckkkkk” but Levi continues at the same speed
“Shit, take it baby, take all of daddy’s cock” he groaned
Hange kissed you sloppily muffling your moans. Levi was going too hard/fast which made you go crazy and came multiple times but he soon came afterwards painting your walls white (you’re in birth control)
“Ngh!! babyyy” he moaned as his head tilted back, you moaned in hange’s mouth as your struggles to kiss back
Y’all 3 just layed on the bed for some minutes catching y’all breath’s
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Bonus: y’all ended up taking a shower together and hange got out first to change the sheets and clean the floor, after y’all went to sleep cuddling each other (while you we’re in the middle of both of your lovers of course) (the next morning, y’all may or may not got complaints from captains Erwin saying how loud y’all was that night and y’all should be quieter. “Hey, next time remind me to be as loud as I can” hange said to you and Levi but Erwin didn’t hear. You giggled as quiet as you could while Levi rolled his eyes but smiled a little knowing he had everything he could ever wish for).
Note: you are my first ask sweetheart 💗✨🥰
#anime#anime aesthetic#anime art#anime gif#levi x hange#levi ackerman#hange zoë#attack on titan#attack on titan smut#smut#polyamourus pride#polyamorous#y/n x levi#aot x y/n#levi x reader#hange x reader#lovely
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Diabolik Lovers DARK FATE ー Subaru Ecstasy [05]
ー The scene starts in the forest
Yui: Woah...The forest over here is pretty dark, huh...?
Subaru: ...Well yeah, compared to the ones in the human world at least.
Or rather...Why are we all the way out here?
Yui: Um...I figured it’d help you take your mind off things for a bit..
Subaru: Che...
Yui: ( I don’t regret coming here but...It’s honestly a little creepy. )
Subaru: Oi, why are you so shaky in your step?
Yui: Eh? ...I mean, this forest is a little unsettling...
Subaru: Haah...Guess I’ve got no other choice...Come on, gimme your hand.
Yui: Eh...?
Subaru: You know...I’m tryin’ to tell you that I’ll hold your hand if you’re really that nervous.
Yui: Ah...!
Subaru: Just make it clear already whether you wanna hold hands or not! ...You’re gettin’ on my nerves.
Yui: I-I will...!
Subaru: Hmph...
Yui: Thank you, Subaru-kun.
Subaru: Not really...It’s just annoyin’ to watch you get all jumpy next to me.
Yui: ( ...He may be a little harsh with his words. )
( But he’s still willing to hold my hand. )
( It’s almost like the fear from earlier was never there to begin with... )
( I guess I have Subaru-kun to thank for that. )
( I was hoping to support him in some way but in the end...He’s the one who ended up helping me. )
Subaru: Whatcha grinnin’ for?
Yui: Ah...I’m sorry. It’s nothing.
Subaru: Really? Okay then.
*TIMESKIP*
ー The scene shifts to a cave
Yui: Where are we...?
Subaru: Looks like some sort of cave. We might be pretty far into the woods.
Yui: Yeah...It’s rather dark in here as well, although that might be a given...
( It has a spooky feel to it... Although the concept of ghosts might be considered somewhat odd in the Demon World. )
Subaru: ...What? You’re not gonna claim you’re scared again, are you?
Yui: Ah...No, I’m not scared. After all...You’re holding my hand...
Subaru: ...I see.
Yui: So I’m fiーー
*Flap flap flap*
Yui: ...!? W-What was that...!?
*Rustle*
Subaru: ...Oi...Don’t cling onto me out of nowhere!
Yui: But...!
Subaru: It’s probably just a bat or somethin’, right? Don’t worry.
Yui: Ah...A bat...Right, I’m sorry...
( I thought it was a ghost since those crossed my mind earlier... )
Subaru: ...Wanna get out if you’re that scared?
Yui: Well...
( What should I say...? )
Selection
→ Leave (M)
Yui: ( I’ll probably get scared if we stay any longer and a bat makes some noise again... )
...I want to leave.
Subaru: Someone’s suddenly bein’ all meek, huh...? Did you really get that startled earlier?
Yui: Yeah...I can’t help but get surprised when it catches me off guard...
→ Stay (S)
Yui: ( I wonder if he’ll make fun of me if I ask to leave now? )
...O-Oh no. I’m okay still!
Honestly, I wouldn’t mind going in even deeper...
Subaru: ...Haha.
Yui: Eh...?
Subaru: No...It’s just, even though you pretend to be fine, your voice is obviously shakin’.
Yui: Uu...
Subaru: Honestly, I thought it wouldn’t be half bad to watch you get all scared in here but...
...Well, I guess I’ll show some mercy for once.
Yui: Subaru-kun...
Subaru: After all, I can see you get all teary-eyed whenever I want to, and not just here.
Yui: Eh? ...What do you mean by that...!?
Subaru: Who knows. Anyway, let’s get out?
Yui: Yeah...
*TIMESKIP*
ー The scene shifts back to the forest
Yui: Haah...We finally made it back...!
Subaru: You’re way too much of a scaredy cat...
Yui: B-But I’m okay now that we’re back here!
The forest still feels somewhat brighter compared to that cave.
Subaru: Bright...? Neither of them have much light, do they...?
There’s tree roots shootin’ up from underneath the soil so be careful.
Yui: Yeah, I knoーー
Subaru: Ah, oi!
Yui: Eh? Kyah...!
*Thud*
Yui: Owowow...
( As if on cue... )
Subaru: God...How clumsy can one be...?
Who trips literally the second after bein’ warned!?
Yui: Yeah...I have to agree...
Subaru: Did you sprain it?
Yui: A little...? But I’ll be okay. I can walk just fi...Ouch...!
Subaru: ...I don’t think so.
Yui: I’m sorry...
Subaru: Haah...Guess I have no other choice. Hang on tight, ‘kay?
ー He lifts her into his arms
Yui: ...S-Subaru-kun!?
( Having him carry me bridal style is way too embarrassing...! )
Subaru: Hmph. Why are you complainin’ when you can’t even walk by yourself? I’ll carry you, so pipe down.
Yui: I really am sorry...Thanks...
Subaru: God...Makin’ me go through extra trouble...
Hold onto me till we make it back to the castle, ‘kay?
ー He carries her away
ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー
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Fics and WIPS
I'm mostly writing this for my sake because my mind is all over the place and my memory is terrible but here's a whole list of all my currently uploaded fics as well as WIPS I'm working on. This list will probably be changed over time. Feel free to ask me about any of them.
Uploaded Fics
For Nothing At All
https://archiveofourown.org/works/34903177/chapters/86911528
"Midoriya Izuku plays "Rock, Paper, Scissors" with his reflection and learns about what it means to be an eternal spirit."
A fic exploring what it's like to be a ghost for Midoriya Izuku
(Currently 1 out of 5 chapters up)
The Tickle of the Trees
https://archiveofourown.org/works/33706828
"Izuku goes to visit his mother."
A series based on the Blooming Dead apocalype by otherwindow here on tumblr.
(Currently 1 part out of, uhhhh several, are up)
Amnesia Was Her Name
https://archiveofourown.org/works/36634963/chapters/91380028
"Although she survives, Mari does not come out completely unscathed, even if no one realizes it at first."
(Chapter 1 of 3 up)
WIPS that have yet to be uploaded
Acetone
A one-shot about Midoriya realizing the amount of destruction he's capable of. As a result, he begins to fear himself.
Baby Shoes
Midoriya Inko makes a deal with All For One in order to bring Izuku back to life. This takes place several years before canon.
Interrupted Signal
An AU where Midoriya never goes to U.A and All Might dies at Kamino. Before passing away, All Might passes One For All to Endeavor in order to preserve its legacy.
Years later, Midoriya has his own segment in a radio show exploring silly hero conspiracies. He's contacted by Todoroki Shoto about where Endeavor may have gotten his new power. It all goes from there.
Broken Crown
A Grandpa!AFO AU. Midoriya Inko and Izuku run away from All For One and seek to live a life in peace. Both of them have the quirk AFO and Izuku goes to UA.
Please Be Well
Instead of staying with Chisaki Kai, Eri is taken under All For One's wing with the sole purpose of helping her learn to control her quirk to reverse him back to his peak. The fic takes place years after these events, where she had been rescued and was adopted by Aizawa. She then begins to remember Midoriya, who had taken care of her during her time with the league and begins to wonder where he was now.
Can't Go Back
Bakugou Katsuki is blacklisted from hero schools after going too far with his bullying. He then learns to get over his own ego without the influence of anyone from U.A.
Game of Pricks
After overhearing a conversation from their teachers, Yaoyorozu and Jirou team up to find the U.A traitor, no matter the cost. Everyone in this fic is, as you can guess from the title, a prick.
Vault AU I have yet to name
Midoriya grows up in a vault with his Uncle Yoichi by his side. He's then rescued and learns about the outside world. Pretty typical for a Vault AU i guess lol
Seriously, I don’t want to hear your life story, just show me the casserole recipe I beg of you.
Midoriya Inko is a part-time blogger, part-time vigilante. She details her crimes in recipe blogs, and no one ever reads the story part of a recipe.
Midnight Bus
Class 1-A wakes up in a bus that never stops. That's all I got for the meantime lol
Inko Has Hanahaki AU that I also have not named yet
Pretty much self-explanatory, the Hanahaki is for Hisashi.
The Toshinori Parable
After a long day of grading, All Might looks around to find that everyone has disappeared. There’s also a narrator detailing every movement he makes and every thought that he thinks. It’s unnerving, to say the least.
-I’m not entirely sure how i want to writs this out, part of me kinda wants to make it a CYOA but a linear story would also kinda work.
Clifford the Messed Up Dog
There were many things Ochako didn’t know.
She doesn’t know how she was going to pay rent, nor did she know if she was apt enough to even be considered as a contestant for U.A, nor did she know if she’d ever actually make it as a hero. Though, she does know one thing.
Whatever was dragging itself through the alley was most certainly not a dog.
ft. ghost deku, animal nomu's, and best girl uraraka
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