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peppermintquartz · 1 year

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Arthur's watch doesn't actually work. He checks the time on his phone, like most people these days. The watch was a gift from his late grandfather. It is elegant - a rich brown leather strap, cream watch face, gold detailing. No numbers.

Eames is as surprised as anyone to discover that the watch doesn't tell the correct time, and then realizes that he has inadvertently found out Arthur's real totem.

He's torn between not telling Arthur, because Arthur hasn't noticed that Eames has stolen his watch, and telling Arthur that it's a stupid totem, because it can be easily stolen.

In the end he snaps his own watch back on Arthur's wrist and goes back to his room.

It takes two hours and seventeen minutes before Arthur knocks on the door irritably.

"Give it back," Arthur says.

"You need a new totem," Eames replies, dangling the purloined timepiece from its strap.

"It's not my totem." Arthur retrieves it and gives Eames back his watch.

"Then why doesn't it tell the correct time?" Eames wonders if his supposition was wrong. He thought that the watch only tells the right time in a dream.

Arthur squints at him, like Eames is playing checkers in a poker game. "It tells the time where my family is."

Eames never once considered that Arthur has surviving relatives. Or a family of any sort. Somehow Arthur, in Eames' very rich imagination, sprang full-fledged and fully clad in a three-piece suit, like Artemis from Zeus.

"Huh." He files that away in the meticulously organized mental folder marked ARTHUR.

Eames picks a hard candy out of Arthur's pocket and sucks on it - ooh, lemon - while the point man is putting up papers on the board. He's going to brief the team in ten minutes and Eames knows the job isn't one that requires their combined talents, but Ariadne asked it as a favor. She is the only other person in the world who Eames thinks is allowed to ask favors of Arthur.

Cobb can go to hell.

"Stealing my candy? That's low of you." Arthur doesn't even sound mad. He just looks disappointed.

Eames holds out a peace offering and winks.

Arthur narrows his eyes. "I don't want a Chupa Chup."

"Indulge me."

"I'll slur my words."

"I can present it. I know the stuff as much as you do, from all your mutterings and sketches."

Arthur takes the lollipop and rolls his eyes. "Don't fuck up the numbers." Then he gets to his chair and leans back in it, the lollipop swiftly unwrapped, and he closes his eyes to enjoy the sucker while the rest of the team saunter in.

Arthur is a point-man, which means Arthur doesn't know what to do with himself unless he has a goal to aim for. He finds the concept of free time abhorrent, somehow, like it is a waste not to be working to achieve some distant target.

Eames despairs of him some days. (Months. Years.) They don't always keep in touch, but sometimes Eames gets this tingling sensation that Arthur's working himself to the bone once more, and with some deft questioning of his questionable contacts, he usually finds out that's the case. Sometimes he intervenes by popping in to drag Arthur out on a wild goose chase, sometimes he sabotages the job if he thinks it smells fishy, sometimes he lets Arthur do what he does so damn well and sends him tickets to a Greek island after.

But this time, Arthur drops off the face of the earth completely.

So of course Eames goes looking.

Here's the thing: Eames knows that Arthur knows that Eames has a thing for him. Hard not to: Eames is very obvious about it.

And Arthur isn't all that subtle about letting Eames know that he's letting Eames bother and tease and make a nuisance of himself only because Arthur, at some level, enjoys it.

Eames finds Arthur in Winnipeg in the middle of a park, except Arthur is wearing a bright blue down jacket with a checkered scarf and he's drinking Starbucks - probably a simple mocha - and he's not Arthur, because the kids who are with him call him Uncle Levi, and Eames thinks he can't be more charmed in his entire life.

He takes a picture from his vantage point and goes back to his hotel, satisfied to have laid eyes on Arthur-who-is-Levi, and has room service.

Two minutes after midnight, he gets a phone call from Arthur.

"Delete whatever photo you took of my niece and nephew," Arthur says without preamble.

Eames hums, pretending to consider. "What do I get in exchange?" He can almost hear the frown on Arthur's handsome face, and smiles broadly.

After a while, Arthur asks, "What do you want?"

Eames wants to say, Everything you are willing to give me. He says, "Tell me if I'm good enough for you."

"Eames." Arthur sounds impatient and frustrated. "Eames, you idiot."

That's not a yes or a no. Eames takes out his poker chip and plays with it, the pad of his finger scraping along that smooth edge of the chip. Water running over stone, washing away its sharp edges.

Arthur's voice goes soft, but not shy. "Why do you fucking think I work so hard for? What you can do on instinct, I have to struggle to achieve in months."

Eames' smile grows. There it is. And he's found the chip in his token, that one bit that scratches the edge of his thumb. "Alright then. New Year's Eve, darling. You know where to find me."

#arthur/eames #inception #they are idiots but they are each other's idiots #ficlet #is there a point to this? no #arthur x eames

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hopeformankind · 11 months

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@104thsquadfam continued from here.

The honesty was... blunt-- and, well, expected. He knew he shouldn't have expected any honeyed words or dramatic proclamations, but it left the Commander chuckling quite a bit.

" Hahah...! A mix of an attempt at assassinating me, stealing documents, and attempting to sabotage the expedition... a bit of a crazy combination. Don't get me started on the stolen military equipment. " He found himself cracking a smile at the kiss to his cheek, his eyes lightening up a bit at that... he was even chuckling more! More than usual, no doubt, but he couldn't for long. He attempted to hide his wince, wanting to pull his hand away to instead bring it to his side-- but he just couldn't. Instead, his hand froze, his breaths ragged for but a moment... but, he sucked in a breath, and exhaled. He couldn't laugh as much as he used to, but... that was alright.

Getting a speeding rock to the side, the injuries so grievous it left his organs ready to spill out of him and leave him continuously bleeding... how he survived was a blessing-- one of his soldiers in the charge being alive, tending to him... and finally succumbing to the Titans that eventually came in to the district. He still remembered his name, and he was so thankful.

But in his mind, that injury couldn't ever compare to Levi's-- a Thunderspear at point-blank range due to Zeke. All of those scars... those injuries... he was so happy Levi was alive... Hange, as well, and so many others despite everything. Not to mention the suffering he must've put them all through for supposedly dying. He put them through so much. The thought must've made him change his expression-- that smile fading to a more ponderous gaze and lips barely pursed in thought, though Erwin didn't seem to recognize it.

" ... I'm certainly not complaining, though. Despite how... odd, our meeting was-- if it means being able to have you here with me, then I'm satisfied... and being able to know you're breathing, alive and... well-- at least now-- it's... a major comfort... could I possibly...? "

Erwin had completely trailed off, letting himself move a tad to hunch down, sliding off of Levi's lap to instead sit nearby him-- he gently tugged Levi to lie down, moving to then place his head on Levi's chest while he stayed next to him, as close as he could, now wrapping his arm around him to keep him close. He could still hear his heartbeat... and feel how his chest rose and fell...

" ... so.. relaxing. " A whisper from the Commander, then, his eyes fluttering shut. " ...I don't want to leave your side again... it's... so warm, here... Being with you like this... I feel like I can be myself. I hope I can do the same for you. "

#[ if we fail here; we will never get another chance | ic / in character . ]#104thsquadfam #ask to tag tw #death tw #injury tw #graphic injury tw #//GAY PEOPLE!!!

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ozymandias-saffet · 4 months

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O Z S A F F E T

— basics

name: “Oz” aka, Levi Ozymandias Saffet age / d.o.b.: 42, August 28th, 1982 gender, pronouns, sexuality: Demi-Man, Any pronouns, queer hometown: Rockport, Massachusetts occupation: Owner of The Dollar Theater education: Graduate degree in bio-chemistry relationship status: Single children: None

Full Bio is under the cut - please be aware of trigger warnings before proceeding.

TW // Drugs, Violence, Murder, Injury

His parents just thought he was socially awkward and didn’t ‘get it’. But Oz did- he was incredibly intelligent, quick as a whip. Perhaps he didn’t prefer to start the conversation - but he knew how to end it. He seemed to just prefer a little bit of anarchy- but his smarts were never in question. He studied multiple sciences at an Advanced level in high school and majoring in bio-chem in college, going on to get his graduate degree as well. Through it all, he had supportive parents, siblings who cheered him on and went about their lives, and an occasional distant friend or roommate.

And yet, Oz found himself craving something more adventurous. It started with little ways he could get a thrill. Drugs helped, of course. So did setting off fireworks, or shoplifting. He looked so upright, so perfectly unassuming. The quiet little man never seemed like a threat, which was perfect for stealing goods, getting into trouble. While working at a national lab in New York, he found himself pocketing important chemicals and extra medication - skimming materials off the top. Machines break all the time after all, and the labs always had so much money to replace just about anything… not even knowing what he was doing with all these items, he found himself delving into the black market.

He sold a few specialized chemicals and medical equipment to a very interested buyer- and soon enough Oz was in his early 30s and working directly within organized crime. The selling couldn’t go on forever without someone finding out at BROOKLABS, so instead he joined their ranks. His steady hands were perfect for a gun, and after years dissecting animals, staring at bones and tendons and joints and nerves during his extensive schooling, the team pushed him into becoming a hired hitman.

Oz was clean, quick, and silent. The man got in and got out so fast that he was a shadow behind his victims. It was easy and lucrative work for him. He was a respected hitman for years. And as time wore on, he stayed in his prime. Except for one job.

He forgot to check the backyard. He’d done it a million times, and this was the one day he’d forgotten. Oz had the victim dealt with in a second - but the victim’s colleague was unexpectedly there, packing up for their trip to the putting green. No one else was supposed to be there.

Oz was nearly killed - taken by surprise and wrestling with an angry man with a golf club. Oz’s small stature was, for once, used against him, his gun wrestled from him at one point. Shot, beaten, but somehow Oz got his gun back and shot the other man dead. Called a colleague in desperation. He couldn’t feel… anything. For one of the first times in his life, he was scared.

He pools all his money into the crumbling Dollar Theater. Oz immersed himself in this new role, finding a home in the logistics and organization of it. Focused on making a cheap place that people can hang out, he rebuilt the place, renovating it with various contractors. He's tried to move on from his tumultuous past but it still sometimes comes back to haunt him in small ways.

#boroughs.intro #ozbio #ozintro

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ashwin-blythe · 9 months

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O Z S A F F E T

Full Name: Levi Ozymandias Saffet, call him "Oz" Age: 41 Birthday: August 30, 1982 Gender & Pronouns: Demi-man, He/They/any pronouns Sexuality: Queer Occupation: Motel Staff Face Claim: Rami Malek

Under the Read More is Oz's full bio. Please mind all trigger warnings!

Background:

TW // Drugs, Violence, Murder, Injury

-Born in Massachusetts to a loving family, but always was a little bit of a weirdo. Had too much fun starting arguments, shoving kids, and getting into hair-brained schemes. His parents assumed he was just 'precocious'.

-Incredibly bright and got his Bachelors and Masters in bio-chemistry. Worked in various labs with colleges and universities before moving on to BROOKLABS outside of Boston- a national lab.

-Met someone at the lab and hit it off. After dating for a few years, Oz realized they'd been cheating on him. While he cut the relationship off, the ex was given a large promotion and Oz was pissed.

-Oz found he could steal chemicals and equipment easily without anyone noticing, and began to siphon them off to folks through the dark web. While he never affiliated himself specifically with anyone, he did it all online anyways and things were relatively anonymous.

-While trying to fill the void of thrill-seeking with party drugs and selling lab equipment (and chemicals), Oz was looking for any other jobs he could do to make a quick buck, some of them becoming more dangerous.

-Oz began a very short stint as a gunman-for-hire. While he was good at it, he was given the wrong information for one of the hits and was badly injured while there to take out a target.

-Now has a lumbar spinal injury and uses a wheelchair and forearm crutches to get around. Oz still has feeling in his legs and feet but requires mobility aids. Can also drive a care- thankfully, because he was in Boston working for a different lab when the virus broke out.

-Oz stayed in Boston for a while. Many in his lab thought they could work on some kind of cure or antidote, foolishly. Oz mostly stayed for the enforced walls and special doors with only card access. He was afforded a higher level of safety, but soon people were picked off, buildings broken into, and Oz drove off to find some safety, finding Novac in the past 6 months.

Headcanons:

-Oz is a sarcastic and rude individual who's certainly not the first many think of as a 'friend'. However, when he becomes someone's friend, he is fiercely loyal.

-Currently Oz uses a wheelchair and mobility aids such as forearm crutches to get around.

-He was a huge partier but in his day-to-day life is NOT built for 'fun'. He also probably shouldn't be working in any 'customer service' type of job, but working on the first floor of the motel grants him something to do and despite him being an ornery little fuck, he's at least very organized.

-Oz would rather die than have someone see him display any type of deeper emotions, so if anyone HAS seen him cry or be truly scared, or knew him during his time in the hospital back in Boston, they are probably a very close friend. Either that, or Oz has distanced himself on purpose because he's afraid they think less of him.

#ozbio #ozintro #lastintro

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patches-bitsandbobs · 10 months

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headcanons for the RED and BLU Mercs =D

RED Scout: Jeremy, 28 -grew up with 7 older brothers -Ma, no Pa -was often overlooked, so he learned to run ahead -loud mouth, constantly talking, can keep track of the stories he tells and where in a story he is -egotistical, but knows when to reign it back -ADHD, dyslexic, needs to fidget with something to stay focused -street smart -artist -Bonk drinker -has the Sex Bom tattoo BLU Scout: James, 36 -grew up with 1 younger sister -Pa, no Ma -taught his sister how to do a lot of things alongside his Pa -quiet, grumpy, withdrawn, prefers to keep to himself -has a bad leg, but has learned to hide the limp -is crazy smart; can speak multiple languages and could be other classes if he really wanted to -actually drinks alcohol just as much as the RED Demoman -writer -plays dumb in front of the others (RED is jealous of BLU, both because BLU looks like him and is gonna "steal all the ladies if I'm not fast enough", and because he slowly figures out just how fucked up smart BLU actually is. BLU can't stand to be near RED for too long, and often blocks RED out.)

RED Sniper: Mick, 31 -grew up with a mother and father, but is an outcast of the usual Australian lifestyle -grew up secluded in a small location - his family were lonely farmers -skinny but has good stamina -quiet, withdrawn, likes keeping to himself -terrible with people, even worse at socialising -gets lost in his own head a lot/daydreamer -has an owl named Sir Hootsalot -uses jarate -HUGE nerd -spends most of his time in his camper -tall BLU Sniper: Matthew, 25 -grew up with a mother and father, and fit in slightly better with the other Australians -grew up somewhere more crowded - his family were outgoing tailors -much more muscular, but less stamina -loves to talk, extremely boisterous and full of ego, jokes sometimes get too mean-spirited -has bad luck with animals -loves playing pranks -doesn't use jarate -spends most of his time in the base -short (BLU rubs it in that he's more Australian than RED. RED does not give a single shit. RED often sets Sir Hootsalot onto BLU to chase him off because he's so annoying.)

RED Demoman: Tavish, 32 -lost his eye to the Bombinomicon; the socket became haunted -lost his adoptive parents to his experimental bombs, then got taken in by his real mother soon after -drinks heavily -extremely rich; loves to give out expensive gifts -has a haunted sword -hard worker, big lover, the best drinking company -has many stories to tell -cryptid hunter -remembers everything that's said to him, even when drunk BLU Demoman: Todd, 37 -lost his eye from a bomb accident; the socket isn't haunted -lost his parents to his experimental bombs, then got taken in by his real father soon after -can't actually get drunk, no matter how much he drinks -isn't really rich, but makes enough to be comfortable -all of his swords are normal -is a disgrace to the Demolitions line because he's lazy, and this is his first real job -is more interested in music than cryptids (mainly the bagpipes) -has the best jokes in town (RED and BLU get along well, even if RED is confused by BLU's lack of being able to get drunk. they drink and tell stories together and often brainstorm gifts for everyone, as well as construct new explosions and grenade launchers together.)

RED Medic: Ludwig, 59 -was chased out of his hometown on account of being a crazy experimental doctor -doesn't have a Medical licence -values the could-be's and what-if's over actual medicine and healing - he's not overly compassionate and can come off as cold and uncaring -rescued a bunch of doves -blood thirsty, a venomous rage, cynical, can fend for himself -will at least ask for permission to cut you up to try out a new organ (he didn't, before, but after much backlash, he does now. ...sometimes) -took everyones souls then sold his own to ensure he lived longer BLU Medic: Levi, 40 -had a pretty comfortable life as a doctor in his hometown; the locals loved him -has an actual Medical licence -is a complete mother-hen to the point of being smothering -not a good fighter, and tends to stay behind and run away rather than fight -easy to scare -the only implants he's done are the baboon hearts for the Uber - he doesn't do implants or experiments unless it's absolutely necessary -loves healing and being a Medic for the sake of healing - he is outgoing, friendly, caring, and compassionate -saved a raven. the raven knows how to say a few words -has a wonderful singing voice -all of the BLU Mercs still have their souls (RED is repulsed by how caring BLU is. how can you be a Medic and not have a lust for the unknown when it comes to the anatomy of the human body? how animal organs can work inside of a human host? incomprehensible! still, RED invites BLU over for tea, and they love talking about their birds.)

RED Pyro: -schizophrenic - genuinely believes they see rainbows and hears laughter when people die -LOVES fire. absolutely adores it -loves to draw -friendly and affectionate, but doesn't take people's shit. they know to set boundaries and aren't afraid of letting people know when its been crossed -owns a company and is a CEO manager -gets lost in their head a lot -good to talk to (if you can understand them) -has an entire shelf of plushies BLU Pyro: -extreme anger issues; a short temper, violent, and impatient -could literally care less about fire -will not hesitate to dismember someone, even their own teammates, if they get on their nerves -hates to be around anyone -collects fingers -secretly names their flamethrowers -offputting on purpose -stares at you. stares at you. stares at you. sta (BLU cannot stand RED. they are too cheerful and chatty, and no matter what BLU does to try and scare RED away into leaving them alone, RED just keeps coming back with more drawings.)

RED Engineer: Dell, 49 -11 PhD's -cut off his own arm for the Gunslinger -took the blueprints of his father to improve his buildings -civil, has good advice, can play the guitar -his kindness is scary when he's mad -maybe as insane as the RED Soldier when pushed enough BLU Engineer: Dan, 54 -no PhD's -has both hands -gets lucky with his constructions - they barely hold together, and have to be repaired after every use -can't play the guitar, but can play the harmonica -pretty grumpy and always exhausted, but has no ill will toward people -fond of birdwatching (RED is befuddled by how lucky BLU is. no matter how hard RED tries, BLU just cannot remember how to properly construct his buildings so the inner workings don't get overworked into burning out.)

RED Soldier: Jane, 46 -took part in WW2 without being drafted -borderline crazy -has an army of raccoons (he found a group of them and won't leave them alone) -loud, brash, empty headed -PROUD AMERICAN. NO OTHER PLACE EXISTS AND IF IT DOES THEN HE NEEDS TO TEACH THEM HOW TO BE A TRUE AMERICAN -was the roommate of Merasmus for a short time -ALWAYS WAKES AT 6AM, THE TRUE AMERICAN TIME BLU Solider: Johan, 47 -this is his first time in any war, and he kind of enjoys it -just some guy. we're just normal men. just innocent men. -easy to get along and have deep, thoughtful conversations with -doesn't know any wizards -has an army of opossums (he fed a group once and now they won't leave him alone) -literally doesn't care that he's American -gardener! grows his own stuff in his free time, like strawberries and tomatoes (BLU is American. that is all that matters, even if he is a bit of a weirdo and not really that bloodthirsty. BLU is unnerved by RED, but is polite about it.)

RED Heavy: Misha, 58 -grew up with a mother and 3 sisters -hid from the Soviet authorities after escaping from the Gulag; they hid in the snowy mountains -names each and every one of his Mini-Guns -broken English; can speak Russian, German, and some French -intimidating, but humble, and secretly bashful -will let you know when he doesn't want to be disturbed BLU Heavy: Maxi, 55 -grew up with a father and 1 brother -lived in a crowded area, free of conflict -doesn't name his Mini-Guns -better English and Russian, but broken German and French -loves to socialise; very friendly and a gift giver -hugger -competitive (RED and BLU often read together, and chat to each other about the differences in their upbringing. they have deep talks over chess.)

RED Spy: Renae, 52 -spent his entire life as a free-lance hitman -had a fling with the RED Scouts mother -rich and stingy -prideful and obnoxious, taking great ego in what he does -suits are custom made, as are his knives -cold and off-puting - begrudgeingly trusts his team -can speak multiple languages fluidly -has read everyone's medical files (except for a few, because they don't exist) BLU Spy: Renard, 47 -has only been a Spy for 9 years - he's been with BLU for 7 -aloof, gives out too much information, and is a Spy by accident (he trips at the top of the stairs and accidentally gets a trickstab) -buys cheap, normal suits - he's not really interested in looking fancy -trusts too easily; he finds even the weakest of jokes hilarious -terrible people skills, even when disguised. especially when disguised -can only speak English and French -is a massive Tom Jones fan (RED detests BLU. he can't even stand to be within the same room as BLU. RED views BLU as a disgrace to the Spy name, wherein BLU just laughs him off, then trips over his own shoes while leaving. BLU finds RED rude and irritating, but is polite about it.)

-when Redmond and Blutarch die, and Graymann releases his robots, both RED and BLU are forced to join together to fight against the bots and their bombs by the Administrator. they cycle between Mercs, so the same class doesn't go to two raids within the same days. they embark in a group of 6.

-BLU Demoman often asks people to listen to his new music as test listeners. the majority of people like his tunes.

-both Demomen, RED Engineer and Medic, and sometimes, even the BLU Scout, get together to brainstorm new schematics for weapons.

-RED Pyro makes every excuse in the book to go and see other peoples animals. they bring tons of treats and toys for the birds and trash dwellers. the animals, in turn, like them.

-BLU Heavy and Scout are "inseparable best friends" (Heavy's own words).

-BLU Scout gets together with RED Demoman to drink. of the RED's, BLU Scout likes Demoman the most.

-RED Scout and BLU Sniper are the bestest of friends one day, and mortal enemies the next. they often form ideas of pranks, and are generally a terrible duo because of how obnoxiously loud they are.

-RED Sniper is one of the first to clock on that BLU Scout is playing an act. as such, he's enamoured. BLU Scout is the first person that RED Sniper truly wants to get to know more.

-BLU Sniper often pranks the entire RED team, and loves to piss off BLU Pyro on purpose. as such, BLU Pyro pranks BLU Sniper back by charring his clothes to near ash and almost severing an arm.

-RED Medic does not know what sleep is, while BLU Medic gets his full 8 hours. on top of this, BLU Medic is a heavy sleeper, while RED Medic wakes to a pin dropping.

-BLU Spy and RED Sniper get along surprisingly well, mainly because BLU Spy isn't a proper Spy, and isn't trying to piss Sniper off on purpose.

-BLU Pyro will often steal things from RED Medics medical ward. it's not known why.

-BLU Scout, Medic, Engineer, Spy, and Soldier, and RED Medic, Heavy, Pyro, and Demoman, will birdwatch, if the location they're stationed in has birds.

-BLU Scout often hangs out in BLU Medics ward. he likes the radio, as well as Medic's raven.

-RED Spy is unnerved by BLU Scout.

-RED Pyro often holds parties that they invite everyone to, which ranges from drawing, baking, reading, or plushie making.

-RED Soldier likes BLU Pyro because of their unrelenting rage. the two often get into scraps that RED Heavy has to break up.

-RED Heavy learns English with RED Spy and BLU Heavy through translations of books. this is also where a small book club forms, with both Medics, RED Sniper, and BLU Scout and Soldier.

-RED Pyro and BLU Medic often help BLU Soldier in the garden.

-BLU Scout is even more secretive than RED Spy, and is much more of a mystery.

-BLU Medic has formed a shoddy band with RED Engineer and BLU Demoman. they only preform for BLU Medics raven.

-BLU Scout and RED Demoman teach BLU Medics raven words. now she knows how to say "fuck".

-BLU Sniper is "obviously too manly and cool" to knit, but if RED Pyro asks, BLU Sniper never turns them down. they have made many scarfs and jumpers together.

#tf2 #10t #2023

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scoredandstoried · 10 months

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"O Z" S A F F E T

TIMELINE // PLOTS

— BASICS

Name: "Oz" aka, Levi Ozymandias Saffet. Age / D.O.B.: 42, August 28th, 1982 Gender, Pronouns, Sexuality: Demi-Man, Any pronouns, queer Hometown: Rockport, Massachusetts Affiliation: Syndicate Job position: Ex-Hitman, Manager of Athenaeum Education: Graduate degree in bio-chemistry Relationship status: Single Children: None Positive traits: Resourceful, Quick-Witted, Intelligent, Humble Negative traits: Apathetic, Blunt, Violent, Stubborn

— BIOGRAPHY

TW // Drugs, Violence, Murder, Injury

Oz came into the world silent as the grave - so quiet that his parents thought something was wrong with him. A middle child of five, Oz was the odd one out - he was just a little different. His siblings were loud and outgoing, and Oz was a quieter instigator. He liked a fun time, but was always the one to take it a little too far. A play-fight turned into a bloody nose, or a prank turned into a broken leg. He was fascinated by the way humor often relied on pain, and while he didn't always understand the joke, he was always ready to help with the punchline.

His parents just thought he was socially awkward and didn't 'get it'. But Oz did- he was incredibly intelligent, quick as a whip. Perhaps he didn't prefer to start the conversation - but he knew how to end it. He seemed to just prefer a little bit of anarchy- but his smarts were never in question. He studied multiple sciences at an Advanced level in high school and majoring in bio-chem in college, going on to get his graduate degree as well. Through it all, he had supportive parents, siblings who cheered him on and went about their lives, and an occasional distant friend or roommate.

And yet, Oz found himself craving something more adventurous. It started with little ways he could get a thrill. Drugs helped, of course. So did setting off fireworks, or shoplifting. He looked so upright, so perfectly unassuming. The quiet little man never seemed like a threat, which was perfect for stealing goods, getting into trouble. While working at a national lab in New York, he found himself pocketing important chemicals and extra medication - skimming materials off the top when he could. Machines break all the time after all, and the labs always had so much money to replace just about anything... not even knowing what he was doing with all these items, he found himself delving into the black market.

Eventually he wound up finding the Syndicate through his research on the dark web. He sold a few specialized chemicals and medical equipment to a very interested buyer- and soon enough Oz was in his early 30s and working directly within organized crime. The selling couldn't go on forever without someone finding out at BROOKLABS, so instead he joined their ranks. His steady hands were perfect for a gun, and after years dissecting animals, staring at bones and tendons and joints and nerves during his extensive schooling, Oz was unfazed about the idea of seeing a dead body. In fact, he was intrigued- and eager to prove his worth.

Oz was clean, quick, and silent. The man got in and got out so fast that he was a shadow behind his victims. It was easy and lucrative work for him - and the rush was incredible. He was a respected hitman for the Syndicate for more than 5 years. And as time wore on, he stayed in his prime. Except for one job.

He forgot to check the backyard. He'd done it a million times, and this was the one day he'd forgotten. Oz had the victim dealt with in a second - but the victim's colleague was unexpectedly there, packing up for their trip to the putting green. No one else was supposed to be there.

Oz was nearly killed - taken by surprise and wrestling with an angry man with a golf club. Oz's small stature was, for once, used against him, his gun wrestled from him at one point. Shot, beaten, but somehow Oz got his gun back and shot the other man dead. Called a colleague in desperation. He couldn't feel... anything. For one of the first times in his life, he was scared.

Suffering a lumbar spinal cord injury, Oz was stuck in the hospital for months. He had lost the use of his legs at first, and required intense rehabilitation to even walk with forearm crutches or push himself in a wheelchair. But more importantly to Oz, he didn't feel that he could continue his old job. His hands unsteady and his body having gone through a traumatic event, he retired from his hitman position. Beginning to spiral from all of this, he was luckily pulled into managing the Athenaeum by Audra, who needed someone to keep the bookstore safe and secure. Oz immersed himself in this new role, finding a home in the bookkeeping and inventory lists. Now he works there as Audra's friend and work partner, managing and occasionally taking on smaller jobs for the Syndicate that can be done through the Athenaeum's front.

— WANTED CONNECTIONS / PLOTS

Athenaeum Goers: Those who visit often. Checking out books, interested in the weird and less popular titles they often carry. Oz is there often as he organizes and works. He might not talk to you often, but he notices you're there.

Syndicate Colleagues: Maybe they've worked together on hits. Maybe they started around the same time. Maybe they visited him in the hospital - or maybe they stopped talking to him after his botched job. Oz was a force to be reckoned with, until he wasn't. Maybe they pity him, or maybe they want him back doing something better.

Syndicate Savior: This is the Syndicate member who he called to get him from the house after he was left for dead. Someone he trusts who could clean up a pretty big mess and get him safely out. This person saved his life. Oz could be incredibly close to them because of this, or feel weird and guilty about it and never talk about it. Plenty of dynamics to explore!

Drinking Acquaintances: Oz probably shouldn't drink as much as he does, but he's definitely got a usual bar he ends up in. Someone he's gotten drunk enough to talk to might loosen him up some.

Ex-Lovers, Current Lovers, Whatever: While Oz has his wants and needs, he isn't exactly the type to make people feel warm and fuzzy - but when he's interested, he makes it pretty clear. He's had his share of forays in the past and awkward exes, situationships, and hookups. Said situation has certainly changed, but Oz is navigating it & figuring it out. Slowly.

#wb.intro #ozintro #ozbio #WOOOO

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Chapter 8: Freedom || Shitty Comics and Their Shitty Artists || levihan fanfiction (final chapter!)

hey, wanna read this shitty fic? seems like it's about us

Summary:

Levi’s pragmatism pulled the brakes. “I’m not about to dedicate my life to become a broke comic artist.”

Levi Ackerman, a gruff cleaner with an appetite for toilet humour meets the unabashedly friendly creative writing professor, Hange Zoë, who somehow ropes Levi into working on a comic with them. While the comic’s title remains undecided, Hange knows that it’s going to be set in a world where giant, human-like creatures devour other humans. Erwin Smith, the comic’s self-appointed editor, unironically thinks it’s going to be a hit. All Levi knows is that he wants to indulge in drawing this comic while hanging out with a certain writer who just won’t stop talking to him.

Where Hange, Levi, and Erwin are the creators of Attack on Titan.

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If you want to check out the previous chapters:

Chapter 1: Free Bread (ao3 / tumblr)

Chapter 2: New Friends (ao3 / tumblr)

Chapter 3: Bean (ao3 / tumblr)

Chapter 4: Good Actors (ao3 / tumblr)

Chapter 5: Titan Tears (ao3 / tumblr)

Chapter 6: Sober Confessions (ao3 / tumblr )

Chapter 7: Scaredy Cats (ao3 / tumblr)

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Chapter 8: Freedom

It was as though the dispute never occurred. Or maybe it did, and with unfailing conviction, the two of them decided to work on their differences.

“… I’ll go clean your dirty ass toilet.” Armed with a familiar mop, Levi looked about ready to enter into a cleaning storm.

“I said rest, Levi!”

“I like cleaning,” he replied, easily sidestepping Hange’s body blocking his way. Stealing a quick peck on his lips, Hange felt the loosening of his fingers and slipped the mop out of his hand.

“I know you do.” Hange smiled. “But I would like it more if you didn’t break another arm.”

So Levi camped in Hange’s room and drew comics until his lower back ached. Hange found him, head lolling on the top of the chair.

“Hey.” No response. Hooking one arm below his knees and one around his back, Hange lifted Levi onto their bed. He barely stirred.

“So much for being a light sleeper.” Hange chuckled, returning to the desk.

On the desk were remnants of Levi’s hard work—a few sketches of the latest chapter. By now, the story had progressed towards the death of Ehrwin, the charismatic commander of the Survey Corps. The final charge against the Beast Titan.

“Give up on your dream and die.” Rivaille was in a kneeling position in front of Ehrwin, grim and exhausted. Ehrwin’s expression caught Hange’s eye. It was wistful, melancholic, and…grateful? Hange had only written the dialogue for this chapter, but had yet to add descriptions of the character’s emotions and internal state.

In the margins, Hange found Levi’s own notes on the scene: Although Ehrwin had been a confusing little shit throughout this chapter, Rivaille’s still harsh here, huh? Even though I think it was the best choice. Didn’t know how Ehrwin would react. I figured he would be glad to die at this point, so I drew him with that serene face. Maybe regretful that he can’t find the basement in the end. Glad that this was the final mission he had as the commander of the Survey Corps. Relieved that only Rivaille would know that he was a coward. Rivaille made him forget he was a commander—that he is only as courageous as most human beings. Maybe you intended for Rivaille to say it with more anger? In my opinion, it might be out of character for him to shout at Ehrwin at this point. The weird hopefulness in a hopeless situation makes me think that Rivaille’s going to kindly, in his own way, encourage Ehrwin to do what he does best. To lead.

“Levi, you should be a writer…” Hange murmured, taking a quick seat and grabbing a pen to write more notes.

“You’re back…” Levi was now turned onto his side, eyes still half-closed.

“Hi. Didn’t want to wake you up!”

Pushing himself up, Levi grunted, “I’m already awake.”

“I read your thoughts.”

“Just some shit I wrote.”

“It is very useful insight.”

Hange knelt down by the side of the bed. “Courage, huh?”

“Yeah?” Levi’s head had a curious, stubbornly vague tilt to it.

“In a way I’m glad. That we found each other.” In a way, their fears complemented each other. Both of them were afraid of loss—the loss of someone close to them. The loss of trust—in the world’s ability to be predictable, in the world’s ability to be kind.

“Why?”

Tonight, Hange didn’t feel like explaining. Fresh out of their heated argument, the one thing they missed was to sink into bed.

“Just because.”

Knowing Levi wouldn’t be satisfied with their response, Hange spooned him, whispering, “even the fearless need rest.”

And the case was put to rest for the night.

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Months later, Levi had already counted more deaths than characters he could actually remember, which disturbed him greatly.

“Why do so many people die in this comic?” Levi asked, frown deepening.

“It’ll all make sense in the end,” Hange said, dismissing the concern.

Levi disagreed. “People dying never makes sense.”

Hange’s movements slowed. Their eyes met, engaged in a telepathic, silent match of persuasion. To his surprise, they agreed.

Chapter 126 was when Levi refused to draw the sacrifice of Hanji in the comic. In the end, he chose not to draw out the death of Hanji explicitly, drawing her in the afterlife instead. Hange approved of the artistic choice.

“Dedicate your heart…” Levi threw a sidelong glance at Hange, uncertainty evident. “How did you imagine Rivaille when he said that line?”

Hange chewed on the pen tip. “You know how the scouts do the salute? They put their fist to their chest. But instead of putting it on his chest, he puts it on Hanji’s.” Hange, without taking their eyes off Levi, mimicked the motion, fist on Levi’s chest. They feel his heartbeat. It gains momentum, steadily.

“Does he look at them when he says it?” Levi asked, still staring at Hange’s fist. His throat felt scratchy, irritating, pulsing insistently into a lump.

“No.”

“Why?” His throat remains congested, making it harder to form longer sentences.

“Because he’s looking down.”

“Does Hanji look at him?”

Hange found themself struggling harder to articulate anything. “No.”

“Why?” Levi’s tone got more desperate, eyes shining.

“Because Hanji is looking straight ahead.”

His hands curl over their fist. “Why?” The tone clamps down on Hange’s heart, and they feel a permanent splinter wedged in their chest.

“Because that’s all they’ll have left. His heart.”

“Why?”

“Because if they look at him, they won’t be able to go.”

Gritting his teeth, Levi all but let out, “but Rivaille lets them go.”

“Yes.”

The same reluctant question arose. “Why?”

“Because…” Hange faltered. “Because he knows. How much they want to stay.”

In the end, he chooses not to draw out the death explicitly, drawing Hanji in the afterlife instead. Hange approved of the artistic choice. They silently flip through the pages of drawings, noting that all the dialogue bubbles were empty. Rather than filling them up, Hange grabbed Levi’s chair, swivelling it towards them. Almost limp, he watched them, like he was seeing right through them.

“Levi. I’m not dead.”

“I know.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“Why?”

“Because I want to stay.” Hange pressed their head on his lap, closing their eyes. Fingers comb through their hair in practised, almost nervous strokes. Staying like this—him hunched over, his nose in their hair, while they blink back tears.

“Why are we crying over art?” Hange let out a watery, trembling chuckle.

Breathing Hange in, their whole presence, their thankfully clean scalp, was a holy motion for Levi. “Is it art if you don’t feel something over it?”

“You sentimental bitch.” Their mouths search for each other in the moonlight, piecing together an uncomfortable truth that they have yet to settle on.

That, it will hurt to say goodbye. Not today, but someday. That they’ve become important to each other, more than a chapter in each other’s lives. More than a series, more than a deadline. Something fleeting, bone-deep, and precious all at the same time.

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The night before their final submitted draft was plainly speaking, ordinary. “Do you think people will be satisfied with this ending?”

“Dunno.” Levi is fiddling with Erwin's phone, wiping its edges with a tiny alcohol-soaked cloth. Routine gestures of friendship. Willingly, he would've done the same for Hange but they refused to let him touch their phone, for reasons. Omitting the fact that their phone screen wallpaper is a photo of him in an apron preparing their daily lunch set, lips sucked in in concentration.

“What about us?”

“Huh?”

“What will our ending be?”

Wordlessly, Levi took their hand and they ran. Who knows where—across the streets, across campus, across a large field and until they were far enough—they collapsed on the ground. Hange was exhausted, and Levi was looking the happiest he had ever been.

“Why… are we… running?” Hange panted breathlessly, absolutely spent on the grass. Clearly, they had left Erwin in the dust, with a cleaner phone screen.

“Because we’re free.” He breathed in the cool nature, relishing in the moment.

Hange perked up. “Sounds like a good line to add—”

“Enough about the comic, four-eyes.” He leaned in to kiss her, one time, and many more times after, later, tomorrow, in the future.

“We’re finally free from drawing another bloody titan. Next time, we’re going to do a slice of life comic.”

Squinting at the sunlight peeking through the leaves, Hange lazily sat up, shaking the debris from their hair. “What will it be about?”

The thought of watching Hange under the lampshade of the sun was beautiful. The reality overwhelmed his eyes, and Levi, in life’s many random, bizarre, touching moments, felt his eyes blur.

“How a cleaner met a writer who changed his life.”

“How romantic.” Their next words held weight, and Hange was determined to let them shine through.

“But you forgot to add that the writer’s life was changed too—by an artist.”

Interrupted sounds of crunching leaves entered the scene. Still, Levi, sitting amidst dirt, white shirt peppered with grass, blinking back his emotions, was something Hange had to hardwire in their grainy, long-term memory. Erwin, who had strode after them in an annoyed huff, sank under the shade with a somewhat childish pout. “And nobody remembers the professor?”

Picking a fallen leaf from Erwin's golden nest, Hange grins so widely that their teeth reflect their sparkling enthusiasm. Not their typical energy-bursting stretch of their mouth, but a predatory smirk. “Oh they do—especially when the professor quits his boring job due to the influence and badgering of his two friends.”

Feigning aghast so that his handsome features almost comically express a two-dimensional disapproval, Erwin, in that deep velvety voice, chided, “Hange! Who told you I was quitting?”

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Even though Attack on Titan went on to be a bestseller, Levi continued being a cleaner in the school while working on other manga, and Hange continued being a professor. Their best student is Mikasa, whom they realized, also writes a lot of tragic romance stories in her free time. The one that was most popular in the literary magazine included a childhood friend kissing their decapitated friend’s lips.

“Did you just plagiarise—” Hange began, before Levi stole their attention by appearing in a fine, immaculate suit. The time for press conferences and interviews had come.

"Ehren was a mistake," Levi spoke, which then became the headline of the news conference. Instead of documenting Hange's takedown of the comic's burgeoning fascist community or speaking out against genocide, the reporter had chosen quotes that highlighted Hange's storytelling as a "convoluted mistake".

"I'm never speaking again," Levi promised.

When Levi was asked who his favourite character was, he thought of swerving to Ehren to derail the audience. Unable to bring himself to fully lie and have his bland seriousness be taken seriously, he articulated carefully.

"Hanji."

The interviewee, that cheeky bastard, asked with penetrating confidence, “Which one?”

He would like to think it was a product of late travelling nights, unsatisfying naps in stuffy airports, and being physically unable to shower for a 25-hour flight. With a casual finger pointed at Hange, they choke on their water and that short segment went viral. Erwin thought the publicity stunt was quite splendid and Hange never quite recovered from it.

"I'm never speaking again." Levi threw his phone, viral video still playing, onto the duvet.

"Did you mean it?"

"Yeah, I'm never speaking again." Levi covered his face with his arms, back flat against the bed.

"No, I meant your favourite character." Hange didn't look nervous, like they were waiting for a confession. More of a patient intrigue. Not the peeling of an onion, or a chest of hidden secrets. A simple desire to know without the pressure of revelation.

“You’re not just a fictional character on paper.” Levi let out, rolling his eyes.

“Oh, but I could surely fall in love with one.”

“Wouldn’t be surprised,” Levi conceded, finding it more and more natural to reach out towards Hange. For someone who thrived in solitude, Levi was beginning to find that he enjoyed the company. Namely Hange and Erwin, Onyankopon, Pieck, and occasionally Mikasa, and even more occasionally, Bean.

Before long, Hange had knocked, rang the doorbell, and thrown open the door that he didn’t even lock. The door to himself, a door he didn’t even know existed. Many years later, when he recounted this to Hange, they only hugged him tighter.

“I couldn’t just walk past that door.”

Levi’s eyebrow arched with curious scepticism. “You’re just sniffing out people to be friends with.”

“It’s true, and your door smelt like flowers and detergent!”

Till the end (of another arbitrary timeline), Hange and Levi never define their relationship to anyone. They never got married, never had kids, and lived their best lives creating comics with Erwin. Levi enjoyed the stability and slow pace of slice-of-life rom-coms much better, while Hange preferred the thrill of sci-fi. Erwin loved horror, a genre both Hange and Levi despised. Arguing that Attack on Titan is horror, Erwin was regretfully corrected by genre specialist Hange, “It’s dark fantasy and there’s a difference!”

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Writing is a lot about freeing yourself. But when writing becomes work, you are tied down with the same chains that inspired you.

I’ll have you know I didn’t know where I was going with this alternate universe with these two characters. Holding a lot of depth, yet simultaneously not having enough material to incorporate them into the main story more, it felt wasteful to relegate them to the corner. Readers have told me that Levi and Hange should have their own spin-off, and that Erwin died too early, and that Hange deserved their happy ending with their best friend. I think so too, but Attack on Titan, as centred as it was on love, is not supposed to be satisfying. Rather, a slap in the face, glasses flying, a trickle of blood from your nose from the impact, is how I envisioned the manga to be received.

If there were any characters that deserved to live out a future, where they struggle, have reasonable conflict, fall in love, and make friends that do not die young, it might be these three. They seem to fit well within the setting of real society, where in the absence of titans, warrants other kinds of theatrics and tragedies. From the lens of adults who are responsible for their own lives, this story is an indulgence of my own. Not to reimagine a cycle of hate in the birth of a tree; only a cycle of enduring, intense, lively companionship. For the one who died before he reached his dream, for him to once again give up a dream that had never been his. For the one who died, embodying hope, appreciating beauty in the worst horrors of humanity. For the one who lived, carrying the burden of strength, seeing the spirits of comrades who sacrificed for an impossibly idealistic cause. For the three of them, to find each other again, I believe, is a worthwhile portal to experiment.

Maybe this is just a shitty story. Maybe the word “shitty” will sound amateur, misunderstood, like Levi’s coarse language. Maybe Erwin will find “shitty” to be a refreshing break from propriety. Maybe Hange will take it all in, in jest of high-art. The title, however, is really what I like about this work. No obligation to be special, to stand out. Just another shitty spin-off from a shitty, overworked artist.

If you are truly free, I will suggest running to the nearest patch of grass, shouting with all your might. Sad to say, I don’t think the chains ever leave an artist.

-Hajime Isayama.

#aot #levihan fanfiction #SCATSA #levihan #erurihan #levi x hange #levi hange erwin #college au #slice of life #ao3 #fanfiction #my writing #aot fanfiction #snk fanfiction #hange and levi #levi ackerman #hange zoe #erwin smith

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Ether 10, Part 6. "The Quorum of Decorations."

The Prophet says we have to pound on our captors, the Republicans and get rid of them, paving the way for a future that is free of oppression and superstitions. The law is on our side there are no excuses for further tolerance of them and their ridiculous candidates.

An unopened jar of peanut butter could do a better job at running the country.

The scripture goes on to say if we make war against the forces of evil in our nation, follow the law and develop good habits, nothing bad will happen.

Starting with Levi, "complete person" who reigned in captivity, meaning it is going to take some commitment, we are to move on to Corom and Lib, "the Quorum of the Heart and the Mind". The Prophet says Kish will take over "the people will take the bait" and finally there will be Hearthom, the Harness:

16 And after he had obtained unto himself the kingdom he did that which was right in the sight of the Lord; and the people did prosper in the land; and he did live to a good old age, and begat sons and daughters; and he also begat Corom, whom he anointed king in his stead.

17 And it came to pass that Corom did that which was good in the sight of the Lord all his days; and he begat many sons and daughters; and after he had seen many days he did pass away, even like unto the rest of the earth; and Kish reigned in his stead.

18 And it came to pass that Kish passed away also, and Lib reigned in his stead.

19 And it came to pass that Lib also did that which was good in the sight of the Lord. And in the days of Lib the poisonous serpents were destroyed. Wherefore they did go into the land southward, to hunt food for the people of the land, for the land was covered with animals of the forest. And Lib also himself became a great hunter.

20 And they built a great city by the narrow neck of land, by the place where the sea divides the land.

21 And they did preserve the land southward for a wilderness, to get game. And the whole face of the land northward was covered with inhabitants.

22 And they were exceedingly industrious, and they did buy and sell and traffic one with another, that they might get gain.

The verses are fairly obvious in their contents, the people got along fine, and the did amazing things together. They became fine characters, and everyone lived a long time and they were happy.

We cannot seem to manage this. It is always something with us isn't it? We were doing all right until Barbara and David Green along with Senator Josh Hawley and Tony Perkins cheated Donald Trump into the White House by stealing data from Blue State Digital.

In case anyone is interested, the kweer that answered the door when the FBI visited Josh Hawley's house? Tony Perkins, Karl Rove, and Dick Cheney kidnapped him, chained him up and let little kids fuchk the shit out of him...on live cam for all to see. Probably because he like me was trying to expose the mooks for trying to throw the 2016 election. It didn't work. The Trump Campaign was and is little more than organized crime with a political motivation- the complete freedom to break the law:

Then came the conspiracy to put Pro-Life judges everywhere, now there are teen pregnancies coming out of the woodwork and there have been many deaths due to complications in adult women.

Now we think we want more of the same. Except more of the same cannot be a part of our future. Fifty percent of Americans can't possibly be that nuts. But just in case they are, Donald Trump needs to get the death penalty as payback for his bullshit as do the Supreme Court Justices he sniggered with to get RVW overturned.

While this won't restore the currents of goodness and fortune in our country, they will pound the pavement flat and provide us with a clear and lawful way to get them started.

The Values in Gematria are:

v. 16: He did that which was right in the sight of the Lord; and the people did prosper in the land; and he did live to a good old age. = " "He became competent."

The Value in Gematria is 7016, זאֶפֶסאו‎ ‎ ‎, zepesau, "the time is now."

v. 17: He did that which was good in the sight of the Lord all his days; and he begat many sons and daughters. The Value in Gematria is 10297, יבטז‎ ‎, an aspect of yabtez, "look at how things are."

v. 18: And it came to pass that Kish passed away also, and Lib reigned in his stead. The Value in Gematria is 3205, גבאֶפֶסה, gapapesa, "the moment is in phase."

v. 19: And it came to pass that Lib, the heart also did that which was good in the sight of the Lord. The Value in Gematria is 11713, אאז‎‎‎אג‎, "And so on, introduce the present."

v. 20: And they built a great city by the narrow neck of land, by the place where the sea divides the land. The Narrow Neck is the belief you have nothing, but in fact have what you know is right. When Moses led the Israelites out of Egypt through the Red Sea, this happened because they were right and the Pharaoh was evil.

The Value in Gematria is 6250, ו‎ב‎האֶפֶס, "at zero."

Now Moses went North because there had never been a free people like the Jews before. We are not they. We know the difference, so we must go South where intelligent and learned people manage their affairs. The scripture says the land was full of game, meaning plenty of laws and opportunities to employ oneself in the pursuit of justice:

v. 21: And they did preserve the land southward for a wilderness, to get game. And the whole face of the land northward was covered with inhabitants. The Value in Gematria is 10804, י‎ח‎אֶפֶסד "Start with all Ten Decrees."

v. 22: And they were exceedingly industrious, and they did buy and sell and traffic one with another, that they might get gain.

Does this sound like hatchet faced politicians should urge people to fight with each other? Or turn strangers in need of the refuge of the Inn away? Or worry all day long over other people's snatch uteruses? Or if a boy is going to apply a coat of lipstick before he heads off to the big game? Or if a bunch of assfucks should throw a costume party in front of Universities and interfere with their commencement ceremonies?

Not to me it doesn't. The Value in Gematria is 7266, ז‎ב‎ו‎ו‎, zev and v, "Decorate yourselves in gold, in God's Grace."

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AU August 2022 Day 3 - Countryside

We Can Steal Time Just for One Day

This fic is a prequel to A Ghost Story

The year is 1922, prohibition was the law of the land. Organized crime gained control of the distribution of alcohol in many cities and raked in the big bucks.

A car was driving from one of those cities to the countryside. The driver and passenger are part of the aforementioned organized crime ensuring the continued flow of alcohol. They are armed, dangerous, and on a mission.

Once the car reached its destination, the two men in sharp suits climbed out of their car and looked at the country cottage. One of the men look to be in his thirties while the other one look to be in his twenties. "Levi, how did you manage to get this place?" The younger, but taller of the two asked.

"I inherited it from my uncle, but don't ask me how he got it. Can't be anything legal." The shorter, older one, Levi answered. They begin to unload the car and bring everything into the cottage. Bedrolls, blankets, food, everything that's needed for a weekend excursion.

The cottage has a main room, a bedroom, and a rudimentary kitchen. It is already sparsely furnished with a bed, table and chairs. The most important feature is the fireplace in the main room. After putting everything in the cottage, the men begin preparing for what they really came to the countryside for, a picnic.

"Eren, I have a surprise for you." The shorter of the two said, brandishing a bottle he pulled out from a basket.

"Wait, is that-" Eren's eyes lit up.

"Champagne"

"How?"

"I have my ways"

It's already past noon, so Levi and Eren started to spread out the food they brought, intending on having a good picnic in the nice, crisp Autumn air. Sandwiches, breads, cheese and jams and the aforementioned champagne was consumed with relish.

After lunch, Levi took Eren around the property to explore. Levi noted that there are some nice plots of land near the cottage for a nice vegetable garden. There are also some apple trees around the property that to their relief actually bears fruit fit for human consumption.

Dinner was more of the picnic food and afterwards, Levi and Eren watched the sunset right on the front porch of the cottage. The night was clear, and they are able to gaze up at the stars, so bright without the city lights, it was easy to lose themselves in contentment.

The sun's long down and the Autumn chill began to bite, as much as they would like to cuddle under the stars some more, they packed up their blankets and leftover food and retired to the country cottage.

They came back to the cottage but not to sleep. Levi lit up the fireplace while Eren put away the leftovers and spread the bedroll before the fireplace.

After the cottage became nice and toasty from the fireplace, the two men took off their clothes and got underneath the blankets.

"I've been waiting for this all day," Levi growled, capturing Eren's lips before he can talk.

After a searing kiss, Eren replied, "I know, which is why I've prepared myself beforehand."

"That's a good boy." Levi said, he took out the bottle of oil and coated his cock with it.

"Anything for you, Daddy." Eren said, spreading his legs as Levi got into position and pushed right in.

Both men groaned at the sensation. Even though Eren stretched himself before hand, it still burned when he's being penetrated by his lover, struggling to accommodate his girth. Levi marveled at how tight his boy is, how shy his expression still turns during sex, a play at virginity despite Levi taking it himself years ago. Lust build inside the two men and soon, the cottage is filled with sounds of passion.

They made love all night, as if desperate to stretch this moment out as long as possible.

The next morning, they are reluctant to leave their countryside sanctuary. Society would not accept their relationship. There were way too many stories of men such as themselves being beaten or even killed just for being who they are.

They ate a breakfast of leftovers in silence, intend to enjoy the last of their solitude.

"Are you sure we can't just leave the gang and everything and move here?" Eren asked, sounding wistful.

"Why do you think I brought us here?" Levi said, indulgent.

"Really?"

"It's just in the planning stages, but what do you say, we fix this place up, bring more stuff, then just disappeared from society?"

"I consider this a marriage proposal"

"Cheeky brat" Levi said fondly, they shared one last kiss before climbing into the car to go back to their lives.

This is what Eren and Levi look like in this fic:

#AU August 2022

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luminari-mc · 3 years

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House of Lamentation: Headcanons and Shenanigans

The brothers are demons. Very chaotic ones. Sometimes they do weird stuff and you have to live with that fact. It really isn't easy everyday.

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Levi and Mammon were planning on giving you a gift (them working together, shockers!) and organized a secret meeting in the middle of the night in the kitchen, but they almost got busted by you entering the room. They had to hide for half an hour in a cramped corner as you prepared Mac and cheese at 3 in the morning.

Beel almost gave you Deluxe Hellfire Pepper Sauce, which can boil a human's stomach in seconds, instead of the fruit juice you were drinking. He realized his mistake and literally snatched the bottle out of your hands just as you were about to take a sip.

Belphie continously steals the pillows from your bed just because they "smell better than his". Don't even try to get them back, they're lost forever.

That one time you and Asmo went to The Fall, he was so drunk that he accidently brought back a demon that looked exactly like you and only realized his mistake when Lucifer asked him not to bring strangers into the house, and most importantly, your whereabouts. Asmo felt super embarrassed for an entire week, and got scolded by Lucifer pretty badly for leaving you.

One evening, you fell asleep on one of the common room's couches, and accidently grabbed both Belphie's and Beel's hands when they tried to wake you up at the same time. Lucifer ended up walking into the room 20 minutes later and found them standing next to you, their hands in yours while you were somehow still asleep, because none of them had the heart to pull out of your grasp.

You have grown vigilant of whatever Satan watches on TV ever since he saw a documentary on cat breeds. Their sources were all kinds of wrong, and the more he watched, the more smoke was coming out of his ears. The TV would have needed a burial had you not suggested you and him go for a walk just as the documentary was about to compare the Sphynx breed to mole rats.

Mammon barged into your room one night in a panic with tears in his eyes, and you had to spend 5 minutes trying to explain that no, the "Reverse Santa" he saw in his dream wasn't coming for him and wouldn't steal his items on Christmas night. You also recommended for him to stop eating a ton of cheese right before bed.

Lucifer was pleasantly surprised one day to find you and Levi sitting at the piano in the music room, allowing himself to peak through the door to see which song you were going to play. Imagine his disappointment when Levi suddenly said "okay MC, pay attention!!" and his fingers pressed on the keys to play the first four notes of Megalovania.

Diavolo visited the house one afternoon to check on how you were doing. All he saw upon entering the door uninvited was Mammon holding you upside-down by your ankles above the staircase's railing because you got affected by a reversed gravity spell that would make you float to the ceiling if he wasn't holding you. You've never seen Diavolo transform and tackle Mammon to the ground so fast before, but even as you slowly gravitated towards the ceiling, the sight was worth it.

You got your first taste of the occasional Giant Troll Bats infestation during movie night when Asmo left to pee and a few seconds later, you and the other brothers heard the most bloodcurling scream echo throughout the entire house when he saw a bat had flown through the bathroom's window and couldn't get back out. Safe to assume Asmo doesn't like Giant Troll Bats.

You were growing tired of hearing Asmo and Mammon fighting for their dates with you that happened to take place on the same day. They cornered you in the common room to ask who you were choosing, no backing away allowed, and you nonchalantly said "Beel", who was simply eating a sandwich on the couch nearby. Needless to say he was pretty happy with your decision (not so much for the other two).

You've stopped counting the amount of times your homework coincidentally happens to end up in Lucifer's office and him telling you to just "do them here since you're there now".

Everytime it's your turn for cooking duty, the brothers all try to be your tasting assistant, their methods varying between each other from subtle (Lucifer offering to help) to not-so-subtle (Belphie straight up saying he just wants to eat your cooking before the others).

Satan once let you wander around the house while you had some whipped cream on your nose after baking a cake. He observed each of his brothers' reactions as you passed by them, but never let them have the time to let you know about the cream. He only felt the need to intervene when he saw Beel drooling and running straight towards you like a wild dog from down the hall after smelling the whipped cream from the other side of the house.

Belphie went missing for a few hours and you started panicking because you had seen him 5 minutes ago in the common room and he was now nowhere to be seen. You ended up finding him sleeping soundly in the fridge. Fridge which had been visibly emptied by Beel prior to you finding his twin there. You decided not to question it and simply dragged his unconscious body back to his room.

Yes you've walked on Levi cosplaying as a mermaid in his own tank. Yes he screamed like a shy schoolgirl and had the nerve to blame you for entering without knocking. You had to remind him that he was the one who allowed you to enter without doing so in the first place. Yes it happened more than once but Levi never learns.

The infamous "cursed book that turns whoever touches it into a baby" exists in the library and Lucifer made the foolish mistake of doing what you're not supposed to do with a cursed book, aka: touch it. You went through super hell and back to keep baby Lucifer safe while all of his brothers tried to steal him away from you to satiate their thirst for mayhem and revenge.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me mc #obey me!#obey me! shall we date?#obey me diavolo #obey me headcanons #obey me demon bros #vel's writing #sorry it's a bit long #my favorite was satan avoiding the mole rat comparison

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nelapanela94 · 2 years

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tw: SMUT, modern!AU, Reader and Levi are both seniors in HS, Oral Sex, m!receiving, Virgin Levi, kind of subby Levi, friends to lovers.

wc: ~ 3.6k

"Don't forget to put my name on it, Levi." You rolled on your back, scrolling down on Instagram, waiting for certain someone to reply to your last message.

"I left you out." Levi bluntly said, pushing down the lid of his laptop, and turned around on his chair.

You sat up, glaring at him. "I did my part!" You narrowed the eyes, blowing out your cheeks.

"The introduction and the references." He rolled his eyes, folding his arms over his chest.

"Well, then give them back!"

"You owe me a big one, Y/N."

You blew a kiss and threw a smile at him. "I knew you wouldn't let me die. I'll add your name to my diploma."

"Now get off my bed. You're messing it up."

"We can mess it up together." You winked, twirling a lock of hair on your finger.

A huff roamed out of his mouth as he turned around again, delving into the drawer of his desk.

Growling, you rolled onto your tummy and reached out for a pillow, crushing it under your chest. Levi's room didn't seem to belong to an eighteen-year-old. It was neat, not a single speck of dust left in sight. The grayish blue walls added a sober touch, all his books were perfectly organized by size and author, and Maria, Rose and Sina, the three succulents you had given him for his birthday, adorned the shelf where the books to be read were lined up. In all the years you had been visiting him, you had never found clothes scattered around, unlike yours, where it was difficult to discern the wooden floor under half-dirty hoodies and pants. That's why you always met in his room; Levi couldn't bear to set foot in yours.

Your phone buzzed in your hand, and a smile tugged on your lips when you read the name in the notifications. But your excitement soon faltered, and you tossed your phone across the bed.

"Zeke is an asshole, a mother fucking asshole." You groaned, sinking your face into the pillow, inhaling deeply that familiar sandalwood scent.

"We finally agree on something," he nonchalantly said, grabbing a book from the drawer and opened it to the page where he had left the mark, before swiveling around to face you again.

You flipped on your back again, your hair sprawled, and your limbs splayed out—arms above your head and feet spread white. "I can't believe he prefers playing baseball with his friends rather that going out with me," you huffed.

"I thought you'd ditched him." Levi pursed his lips. His eyes lingered along your legs and a ticklish sensation seized his cheeks. He cleared his throat and quickly buried himself in the book, but he could not stop stealing glances out of the corner of his eye.

He was sick of your drama. You called him weeping and babbling late at night to vent out all the shit anguish he made you go through, yet you jumped back into his arms when he sent you a cute 'I'm sorry' sticker.

Each time, he swore it'd be the last time he'd answer those calls, though he couldn't help himself, and ended up sweeping the green button on the screen.

A knot tightened in his belly whenever the image of beardy laying his filthy hands on you meandered in his head.

You and Levi had met in kindergarten when you invited him to join your tea party with imaginary drinks and plastic biscuits. You smiled at him and he dragged a chair out, sitting next to your teddy bear, Mr. Butter. "Wear this." Your eyes sparked as you handed him the bowtie. His eyes darted around the table. He reached out for a cup and examined it carefully, then frowned at you. "You have to clean your toys better," he said, wiping it with a handkerchief he drew out from his pocket.

Why kind of five-year-old does that? Levi was an outcast. Other kids feared him and he didn't even try to get along with them. He spent his breaks and lunchtime on his own, reading one of those books with huge letters and colorful drawings.

Suddenly, everything changed when the girl with uneven pigtails asked him to play at the tea table, and ended up spending the break with her and her plush friends.

About a month later, a bully stuck chewing gum in your hair and Levi stood by you, breaking the boy's nose. He didn't mind getting suspended. Levi was your hero, and ever since then, you'd become best friends.

"When is your uncle coming over?"

Levi eyed you and shrugged.

"He's a really cool guy. I enjoy listening to the stories of when you were a kid."

His brows twitched in slight annoyance.

"He showed me a picture of you wearing a bunny costume. Next time, I'll ask if I can keep it."

Levi would make sure to find it and burn it before you laid a hand on it.

You got off the bed and grabbed a cookie from a tray on Levi's nightstand. "Your mom makes the best chocolate chip cookies in the world." You sniffed it and munched on it, wiping your hands with the hem of your skirt before getting back into the bed. Leaving crumbs in his sheets would be a death sentence.

"Why are you so quiet today, Levi?"

"I'm just trying to read."

"You're no fun. With that attitude and that cranky face, I'm sure you'll die a virgin." You taunted.

He glared at you; his jaw clenched tight.

"No way! Don't tell me you're still a virgin." You sat up, looking at him with wide eyes, gaping, then you flumped back onto the sheets.

Levi was ill-mannered and unapproachable, yet he was popular among girls in school. He even dated Petra Ral for a while. Miss. Perfect Grades was no saint of your devotion, and you were relief when they broke up. Levi was reserved on certain topics, thus you never asked; you just assumed.

The skein of jealousy vines untangled.

"Aren't you?"

You bit the inside of your cheek and shook your head, averting the eyes. Levi felt a pang in his chest, as if someone was twisting and squeezing his heart. He hadn't made up his mind yet, but given that obnoxious reaction, he knew that his feelings for you transcended those of friendship.

"Was it…" He gulped.

"No!" The truth wasn't any better, though. "It was some random guy I met at a party." You fiddled with your bracelet. "To be honest, I regret it. He came in seconds and fell asleep. I felt nothing but pain." You made a paused and opened your mouth to continue, but clamped it shut, leaving out the part when you got home and cried all night. Even though you took two showers, the stench of alcohol from his breath didn't wash off. It was a scene you didn't want to reenact in your head.

Levi glanced to the window, nibbling on his lower lip. He didn't want to see you, nor hear anymore.

"I've never slept with him."

An air of relief swaddled him.

"Aren't you curious?" You turned your head to the side towards where he was sitting.

"Curious of what?" He didn't look back at you.

"Sex."

Only with you. "No."

"Don't you want to try?"

Levi slouched in his chair, the book resting open on his lap, and threw an arm over his face, trying to think of something else but you naked on his bed. He felt his cheeks burning, and blood rushing down, his growing erection straining against the zipper of his jeans.

"I'd like to do it with you." You pursed your lips, tapping your fingers on your sternum, staring at the ceiling as you waited for an answer, too embarrassed to look at him.

"Fuck, Y/N." Levi let out an exasperated sigh. "You'd the only girl I'd do it with," he mumbled.

You sat up, glancing with eyes round like plates. Your jaw dropped and your cheeks tingled. Was it some kind of confession? You had a hard crush on him all middle school, but he was too dense. He didn't catch the hints, or pretended not to, and you eventually grew tired of trying and gave up, settling on just being friends. Cupid failed you, thus you wanted to thwart any possibility. That's why you ended up in someone else's bed, thinking of Levi, wishing it was him; at least he would've tried to make you feel good.

"Look at me and say that again," you demanded.

He didn't say a word, and ran his fingers through his silky hair. His lips were quivering, his cheeks flustered.

You leaped out of bed and rushed in front of him, clasping the armrest of his chair so tight your knuckles blanched. Levi startled; a bead of cold sweat trickled down his back. He was stronger, yet he did nothing to push you off.

"Say it!" Your brows knitted, and your jaw tightened, but he clamped his mouth shut. Your eyes darted from his eyes to his lips, to his eyes again.

Levi didn't see it coming. You leaned forward, planted a peck on his lips, and withdrew right away. Levi blinked twice, completely abashed. His cheeks blushed, his heart beating fast.

"You really are an idiot." You pulled him towards you by the collar of his shirt, smacking your lips on his. Levi's eyes went wide, then closed as he gave in to the kiss, and didn't notice the book slipping off his lap, plummeting to the floor.

His fumbling arms draped around your waist. Levi tasted like mint, and you never expected his lips to be so tender. He gasped at your bite, and you shoved your tongue in his mouth, swirling and fighting with his in an insatiable battle.

You pulled back deliberately, and Levi blindly leaned forward, asking for more. He glanced at you through the haze, like a fool addicted to you.

He looked beautiful, all flustered, his flushed cheeks and rosy, dewy lips stood out against his pallor.

With just a kiss, Levi surrendered to your game and allowed the assail. You took his shirt off and your lascivious eyes wandered over his chest and abs, nibbling on your lips as you relished in the bewitching sight. "Holy fuck!"

"You're objectifying me," he huffed, but his grimaced was soon replaced by a smirk. Your mouth crashed on his again and his body's will lost to you.

His mind clouded as your wet kisses scorched his skin, leaving a trail of your sweet saliva on his jawline, neck, and collarbones. He gripped the armchair, air brushing past his parted lips as you continued your way down his chest and abdomen, his taut muscles squirming under your caresses.

You kneeled down between his legs, pulling away, and unzipped his pants, sneaking a hand under his boxers.

"Fuck!" Levi yelped when he felt your fingers wrapped around his hardened length.

"Let me suck your dick." You lifted your chin, staring at his half-lidded eyes. Who said you weren't romantic?

Levi nodded, rising his hips, and you pulled down his pants along with his underwear, slipping them off his legs.

A thin line of dark hair, marched down, down, down from under his belly button to where his pretty dick stood thick and proud. Your pussy was dripping, aching to have him inside, stuffing you to the brim.

You raked your fingers down his hard thighs, keeping his legs spread, and without breaking eye contact, you leaned closer, pressing your lips to the base of his length. Levi flinched.

Shit.

Levi thought he'd come by just looking at you. You grinned and pampered his inner thighs, tracing a ticklish path of kisses and soft nibbles over his soft skin.

You dragged your mouth back to his cock, flicking out your tongue, and a gasp dragged out all the air from his lungs, as you swept it along the throbbing vein underneath his shaft, from the base all the way to the top and planted a suckling kiss on the head. Levi's legs tensed, his toes curled, and the skin stretched across his lower abs as you swirled your tongue on the glistening tip.

"Shit!" He grunted.

You curled your fingers, gripping his length, stroking up and down, and took him into your mouth. Levi hissed and sank into his chair. Color drained from his knuckles. His head tilted backwards, and his eyes squeezed shut.

You sucked furiously, hollowing your cheeks, bobbing your head up and down, slurping his length as far as you could. Levi was mesmerized by how skillful you were in this art. His dick slipped deep in your mouth, and you remained still, gagging as the tip tickled your throat. Grunts and moans past Levi's parted lips, filling the room with his sweet sounds.

His cock slid off your lips with a popping sound. "You feel good?"

"Mm-hmm."

You pumped his shaft in your hand few times before wrapping your lips around the tip, taking all of him again and swirling your tongue all over. You hummed, sending ripples of pleasure through his belly, down to his legs. Levi was about to explode.

"Holy... Fuck!" He dug his fingers in your hair, slamming your head down, until your chin met his balls, and eased your head back to the tip, repeating it all over and over again, until his cock twitched in your mouth. His muscles clenched, and his teeth gritted and with a lewd, loud grunt, he spilled all his load deep into your throat.

You stood up, and kissed him, then pulled away, dragging your lips to his ear. "Get on the bed," you whispered, and walked towards the hanger, rummaging through your bag and fetched a foil sachet. Crawling into the bed, you sat next to him and tore the condom wrapper with your teeth.

His sweaty chest was heaving up and down as he struggled to catch his breath, rubbing his palms down his face. He lowered his head and spotted the bead of cum dripping from the corner of your mouth.

He wanted to carved that image in his head.

"Are you always ready?" asked, his sultry voice gushed down from your ears to your belly. Something in his husky voice made you drip hard for him.

"I always take precautions."

"Good."

You held his engorged length in one hand and placed the condom on the pinkish tip, then lowered your mouth, using your lips to roll the condom down over his shaft. His fingers sank into the quilt as a soft moan escaped from him.

"I want to see you naked."

You tossed your shirt away. The chilly air nipped your perky nipples that were soon warmed with Levi's strokes. He took one bud in his mouth, then seized the other.

"Last I recall, you were as flat as a wood plank."

"Fucking asshole, I still can leave you hanging." You punched him on the shoulder. "Last time I saw you fully naked, when we played in the rain, your balls hadn't descended yet, and..." you curled your pinky finger repeatedly at the level of his eyes.

"Shut up." He hurled your hand and kissed you.

"Levi." You rubbed your nose on his cheek. "Today is all about you. I want to make you feel good."

You jumped off the bed and got rid of your skirt, then your panties, throwing them at his face. Levi grabbed them, bringing the piece of clothing to his nose and took a deep breath, without taking his eyes off of you. The sweet smell of your arousal made him ravenous and had him longing for your pussy. "I want to taste you"

"Next time,"

"Next time?" his brows shot up.

“I mean…” You averted the eyes, scratching the side of your head, cursing inwardly at your yourself.

Levi shook his head, a small smiled flashing across his lips as he offered a hand. You took it. Levi pulled, and you scrambled forwards onto the bed.

You swung a leg over his lap and straddled him. His latex-clad dick glided back and forth along your slick cleft, both relishing in the delightful friction. Your arms draped behind his neck as his hands braced the soft flesh on your hips.

You felt one hand striding down your back. Levi gripped your ass and urged you up. You held his gaze and nodded before lifting your hips, and sank down on him leisurely. In one heavenly slide, Levi's manhood began to disappear within you.

"fu—"

"Sh—"

You groaned in unison; his body trembled as he reveled in the warmth grip that swaddled him. A gasp fell from you at the blissful sensation pulsing through you as your walls stretched to take him all. You went still, swathing in the moment.

You were so tight; Levi wasn't sure if he would last long.

“Fucking hell, you feel so good, Y/N.” His voice was raspy, scraping your ears like sandpaper. He grazed your lips, his hands roaming all over your back. Levi fit perfectly inside you, as if your bodies had been molded for each other. You moved your hips up and down slow, your fluttering walls stroking him tightly, inducing a delightful and intense friction. The tip of his cock nudged the right place, setting your core ablaze with every movement.

Your moans and gasps entangled in a mellifluous melody, and Oh God! You sounded lovely together.

"You… filling me s… good.” Your voice came out so squeaky you couldn't recognize it. You nuzzled your face in the crook of his neck, picking up the pace.

You rode him hard that your hips slammed against him, moans and the nasty meshing sound filled his room. Levi was becoming addicted to the new sensations your body evoked on his: your skin searing his, your beautiful sounds melting his ears, the taste of your juicy lips and your scent consuming his lungs.

"Look at me… I want to see your face when—"

You seized his lips in a hungry sloppy kiss, as if your purpose was to rip his lips apart. Your teeth knocked, but neither of you minded. His hands on your hips squeezed and helped you keep that intense pace that was catapulting you to the pinnacle of pleasure. Your head lolled backwards, your mouth parted, your hair stuck on the glistening skin of your forehead, shoulders and back. In Levi's eyes, you looked divine, painfully sexy.

“What the—” A gasp choked him as he tilted his head backwards, your walls clenching around him desperately, forecasting your imminent peak, sucking him tighter. All his muscles flexed, his collarbones peeping out as if his bones were to break his skin. He was breathing hard, air seeping out his bruised lips.

Levi was close, too. His cock twitched inside you, and he felt his lower limbs strained, the hard-muscle lines peeking on his thighs. He hissed, gritting his teeth, as the fireball within him was about to detonate.

You dug your nails on his shoulders, air being dragged out of your lungs. You were so full of him; your entire body was throbbing in ecstasy. “Levi!” you cried as the waves of pleasure rippled from your core to the rest of your trembling body. Levi thrust his hips upwards, the base of his cock rubbed against your engorged, sensitive clit, stealing a gasp from you, and let out a growl that seemed to be torn somewhere deep in his chest.

You collapsed on him, your forehead pressed on his as your both struggled to regain your breaths. Levi eyed your through the fogginess that clouded his gaze, and the corners of his lips quirked up, before planting a soft kiss on the side of your mouth.

You stared at each other, giggling idiotically as you raked your fingers through his hair, sweeping the messy locks off his face, and Levi twirled a lock of your hair around his finger.

You both startled, turning your heads towards your desperate buzzing phone on his bed. Levi looked down, pursing his lips into a thin line. You pulled out, reaching out for it, but you didn't reply. As soon as you read his name you rolled the eyes and set your phone in Do Not Disturb mode, before putting it on the nightstand.

"There's a new episode of Vanitas no Carte" You turned around, meeting a baffled Levi. Your shrugged, and your mouth curved into a smile. "Screw Zeke, I have something better to do now." Levi shook his head and let out a snort, then cast a smile at you.

"Let's get a shower first," he said, getting off the bed, and took the condom off, tying the open rim into a knot before throwing it to the bin.

"What will your mom think if she sees us with wet hair?" You followed him to the bathroom.

"I'll make sure is completely dry before dinner."

Neither of you dared to talk about what just had happened.

You were afraid to know if any of it had changed your relationship, if you were still friends or if he was willing to become something else. Even though you've known Levi for a lifetime, it was hard to read him, to delve into his head. You feared his answer might break your heart; thus, you remained silent. You thought you had gotten over him, but those buried feelings were scraping back to the surface.

No. You dug the hole in the ground but you could never lift the shovel to cover it up.

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3rensgf · 3 years

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stupid/annoying, but endearing, things they do in a relationship eren, armin, jean, connie, erwin, levi, reiner, bertholdt, porco, zeke, colt, hanji, mikasa, sasha, annie, pieck

word count: 2.3k

warnings: one mention of sex in erens, reader uses makeup in jeans, mentions of injuries and dilf!reiner in reiners

notes: this is a gn!reader. there are mentions of makeup being used, but i feel like any gender can use makeup. it's not even anything serious like a beat face. just some lip gloss n mascara. chapstick too but thats not makeup. it's just one line, so you can skip over it if you would like to!

✩ eren bites you. its not even in a sexual way, he just likes to bite. they’re like a second form of kissing to him. you could be chilling together on the couch watching a movie, and he’ll just chomp on your shoulder. even when you were trying to focus on something, he swings by, bites then leaves. eren has no shame, so he does it in front of your friends too. you could be having a normal conversation with mikasa and he’ll just bite you, then the two of you carry on as if it was normal. it’s not normal. but you love it. sometimes you bite him back too. but only in private.

✩ armin gives you random things he finds. armin likes to go out and explore, with or without you. when he comes back after an adventure you opted out of, he always has something for you he found. a rock, a seashell or a cool flower are just some of the things he gets for you. if he can’t find something, he finds a gift shop to get you something instead, saying, “well, (y/n), i did find it in the gift shop.” he always looks so proud giving it to you, rambling about the story of how he found your gift. you have a small box tucked away with all the treasures he gives you.

✩ jean steals your things. whenever he comes over, he likes to mooch off your possessions. if he’s spending the night at your place and needs a shower, he’s using your shampoo, conditioner and body wash. if his lips are chapped, he swipes your lip balm to use on himself. one time you even walked in on him trying your mascara and lip gloss. another time he had your clothes on his giant frame. but he always replaces whatever he uses, venmoing you within the next few days with some cash and a sorry note. “sorry for using ur lip balm baby, buy some more <3” with $20 attached to it. you tell him that lip balm doesn’t even cost that much, but he tells you to treat yourself to lunch with the extra money.

✩ connie makes plans without letting you know beforehand. at 3am, you are woken up by an influx of messages and calls from your boyfriend. in your sleepy state you go to answer him, only to be told to get dressed and come out. he’s right outside of your house and hungry. you remind him it’s very early in the morning and you both have class. “but i’m hungry and craving burgers,” he repeats. you have no choice to get in the car with him. this can happen throughout the day, not just early in the morning. one time he whisked you away in the middle of your online class because he didn’t tell you he bought tickets to a movie showing in 30 minutes. the memories you share on these spontaneous dates are always your favorite ones with him.

✩ erwin buys you whatever you like in bulk. it’s not even an exaggeration when you say bulk. you mention one thing to him, and the next day there are boxes upon boxes sitting on your kitchen counter. “these oranges taste pretty good,” you mumble to yourself as you peel your 2nd one. erwins sharp ears hear this, and first thing in the morning he’s off to buy multiple bags of your supposed favorite oranges. it takes you days, sometimes weeks, to finish whatever he decided to buy you. you always tell him he doesn’t need to buy so much, but he never listens. though, you always appreciate how attentive he is to your likes and dislikes.

✩ levi cleans up for you and ruins your organization. it’s always a blessing when someone else decides to take on the burden of cleaning for you, and you thought you hit the jackpot with a boyfriend who loved to clean, clean, clean. but it could get annoying when you suddenly couldn’t find anything you placed anywhere. if you’re anything like me, you’re messy but organized. you know where things are. when levi comes to clean, he places things where he thinks they should go. you’re sent on a wild goose chase looking for your pencil case, only for it to be in a completely different drawer than the one you usually kept it in. despite this behavior, it’s always nice to come home from a long day from school to see your desk organized. what was once a mess of papers and other supplies have been filed into their correct places, the table wiped down from any lingering coffee stains and your supplies being organized in a way so you knew where everything was. sometimes there’d be a plate of fruit with the note, “good luck on your exams,” written in your boyfriends neat writing beside it.

✩ reiner coddles you too much. whenever you express any sort of discomfort, reiner is always rushing to your side. “are you hurt? do you need medical attention? how many fingers am i holding up?” he asks, checking you for any cuts or bruises. thank you, honey, but i’m fine. just bumped into the counter. despite that, he’s dragging you over to the bathroom to fix up your imaginary injuries. you always find it a bit much when you’re fine. it’s during the times where you’re actually hurt where you learn to appreciate it. he’s so gentle cleaning your cuts, kissing them softly once they’re dressed. you wonder if he’d be like that with your future children.

✩ bertholdt is too nervous around you. it’s been years since the two of you got together, and he still refuses to make eye contact with you. his hands get sweaty and shake when you attempt to hold his hand. he always stumbles over his words when speaking to you as he tries to find the right words to say. he even blushes when he introduces you to other people as his significant other! you remind bertholdt over and over again that he doesn’t need to be so shy around you. but you cant help but coo over him showing up for your date, flustered mess and thrusting flowers into your hand. “they reminded me of you,” he said quietly, refusing to meet your eyes. you giggle and press a kiss to his hot cheeks.

✩ porco is too cocky for his own good. he’s always parading around the house, boasting about his latest achievements. he beat colt in a video game colt was a supposed god in. he can throw a baseball farther than zeke. he can run faster than pieck. if he’s taller than you, he's always making fun of you for being shorter than him. if you’re taller, you’re not exempt from his wrath either. he’s boasting about how he’s perfect height to not hit his head on doorways. he never goes as far as to hurt your feelings, always knowing when to stop. though he has a big ego, he would let it crash and burn just to see you smile after beating him at smash bros. you laugh and taunt him, happy you beat him in one thing. he doesn’t mind, instead watching you with a soft smile on his lips and love in his eyes.

✩ zeke forces you to work out with him. and it’s not like in the afternoon to help you stretch out. it’s not light yoga or a couple minutes on the treadmill. no, this man wakes you up at ass crack in the morning to take you on a 5 mile hiking trip. you barely have any time to register what is happening around you before you’re already standing at the start of the trail with your gear. “come on! we can’t slack off!” he says, clapping his hands together. the sun is beating down on you and your feet hurt, but this man doesn’t let you stop for a break. “we’re almost there,” he says. your complaining goes out the window when he shows you the view at the top. its one of the most beautiful things you’ve ever seen. hiking up long ass trails to see beautiful views with your boyfriend was so worth it in the end.

✩ colt accidentally turns your dates into babysitting sessions. you show up at his house with the promise of a good time, only to be met with a guilty looking colt and his little brother falco behind him. “sorry,” he says sheepishly, “gabi got sick with the cold, so i couldn’t drop him off there. i hope you don’t mind him staying.” you hide your disappointment behind a wide smile, nodding enthusiastically as to not hurt either of their feelings. you just wanted to spend some alone time with your boyfriend, and it would have to wait. hanging out with falco wasn’t actually that bad. the three of you had an amazing time together, watching tv, playing games and even baking together. if you hate kids, you can’t bring yourself to hate falco; he’s just the sweetest boy you’ve ever met. you and falco are already asking colt when the three of you can hang out again when you have to go back home.

✩ hanji is always talking. you don’t discourage them from talking about their interests. they’re very passionate about the things they love, and can’t help talking about them. its like the scene where hanji kept eren up all night talking about titans. when you’re trying to focus on something or go to sleep, hanji is just yapping away. you’re honestly amazed at their ability to never run out of things to say about the most mundane things. hell, one time they talked for an hour and a half about a building color they saw when they were out one day. but hanji just looked so happy when talking. their face would break out into a huge grin, and their arms would fly around as they told their story. it was too cute for you to tell them to stop.

✩ mikasa hovers too much. every corner you turn, every place you go to, mikasa is following. she claims she’s not clingy, but in reality she is. it’s like a cat who hates affection, but needs to be in the same room as you at all times. you don’t mind her following you into the bedroom or living room or kitchen. you had to draw a line when she tried to follow you into the bathroom. even when you’re out, she’s always following you around. you tell her it’s okay to break off from you and spend some time by herself, but she always shakes her head and follows you to your next destination. you’re always grateful for her hovering when a group of drunk people try hitting on you, whistling and telling you they’ll give you a good time. but one look at your girlfriend who showed up from out of nowhere, and they’re running away with their tails between their legs.

✩ sasha eats your food. she can’t help it. she likes to snack. she’s always hungry. and you get that. to stop things like this from happening, you have separate places to keep your food. just so sasha and you have your favorite snacks and takeout separated. you respect the rule, but your girlfriend seems to lose her reading skills when hungry, one too many times you have walked in on her with her hand deep into a bag of your chips, something you’ve been waiting to eat all week when you were supposed to watch that new horror movie on netflix with her. you huff and puff and retreat to your bedroom. sasha comes back after a few hours, looking upset with tons and tons of snacks in her arms. “i’m sorry i ate your chips,” she frowns. she sets down all the food she got on your bed. “i got all these snacks you liked as an apology. and 3 bags of your favorite chips.” you could never stay mad at her cute face.

✩ annie complains about spending time with you. “i like my alone time,” she says, brushing you off when you asked why she didn’t want to watch a movie with you. some people were introverted, preferring to spend time by themselves rather than with someone else. you were like that too; you had your moments where you didn’t feel like being around your girlfriend. but it became an annoying problem when she constantly shot down your attempts to hang out with you. when she finally agrees, she’s always finding something to complain about. but during important dates or when you’re not in the best mood, she’s always the first to remind you or initiate a hang out/date. she shuts her mouth and enjoys her time with you, not one criticism or groan leaving her lips. she would never admit it, but being around you made her so happy.

✩ pieck is always sleeping. you have to wait a few hours to get a text or call back from pieck because she’s always dozing off somewhere. “sorry sweets,” she yawns into the mic, “was taking a nap. need something?” good luck trying to reach your girlfriend during an emergency. when you come home with takeout for dinner because neither of you wanted to cook, she’s sleeping at the dinner table. when you’re watching a movie she wanted to watch, she’s snoring away, curled up at the end of the couch. during lectures you share together, she has her head in her arms and has the audacity to ask you for your notes in the end. and it’s not like she’s not getting enough sleep, no. she gets her recommended 8 hours of sleep and then some. it’s nice to have a sleepy girlfriend, though, when you’re dead tired from living. you drag your feet into the bedroom to see her about to take her nth nap for the day. she notices your zombie-like state and opens up her arms for you. the two of you cuddle and nap together, sleeping the stress away.

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Can we get some hurt/comfort type stuff where the bros catch MC crying?

It's cool if not, drink water and remember that you're a really cool person ♡

"I Saw You Crying.. Are You Okay?" (Feat. The Demon Bros and GN!MC)

(Hurt comfort, angst, and feels of all varieties)

Enjoy❤️

Lucifer

When Lucifer caught you crying the moment you set your school bag down, he knew something was wrong. He likes to be aware of every situation if he's able, so seeing you like this and not knowing what's the matter is... troubling, to say the least.

He watches your demeanor as you slink off to your room, hoping no one stops you on your way there. He's the type to gather information before engaging, but it's not like he can figure anything out like this, so he goes after you.

He finds you curled up into a pitiful ball, sobbing into a pillow. It doesn't take long for his hand to find a place atop your head, gently petting your hair back. Lucifer doesn't speak, instead allowing you to initiate it first.

And whether or not you DO tell him what's wrong, he listens carefully and provides you comfort all the same. He knows that words can't always fix everything, but having someone to confide in can be a comfort.

"I'll stay here for as long as you need me. Ah, my work? Don't worry about that either. I doubt I could get anything done while worrying over you, MC."

Mammon

When Mammon spotted the tears streaking your cheeks, he immediately went into defensive mode. Can you blame him though? He's supposed to be your guardian! He's ready to fuckin FIGHT

And as such, he immediately hurried after you despite you trying to escape to the bathroom. He'll grab your arm, pull you close, and hurry you off to his room before his brothers can steal you

Promptly plops you down on the sofa and drapes his coat over you. He doesn't know what happened, but he wants names. And if that's not the case, he'll quickly calm down to listen to you.

Big bro has had his fair share of letting his baby brothers vent, so he's pretty good at this sort of thing. Actually, he tries his best to help out if he can. He might not be the best at it, but he means well. And he'll try especially hard if it means you'll smile again.

"Hey... look at me, MC. Crying outta nowhere like that... When something's botherin' ya, come to me. If it's enough to make ya cry, I wanna be involved."

Levi

Levi had been through enough to know the difference between eyes that were red form staying up late, and eyes that were red from crying. Sometimes he’d experience both, depending on what he might've been binging.

But in your case, your red eyes were caused by the latter, along with the sniffling you thought you could hide from him when you came into his room and asked if you could watch tv with him. Of course he agreed, and he gathered up his courage so that the moment you came close enough, he could pull you into his arms.

He's no good at stuff like this. He never thought of himself as the type that anyone would come to for comfort, and yet here you were, choosing his room as your sanctuary. There's no way he could deny you after you came so far!

Levi's definitely a good listener since he's not sure how to handle giving advice, and does his best to dish out distractions. Wanna play a game? He recently got a snack crate shipped in, full off all sorts of sweets! Wanna try some? And he just ordered a super cute sheep plush if you feel like hugging it. Or... you could hug him too, if you want.

"I know that.. things can be pretty overwhelming sometimes. And it probably doesn't help that you're away from your world. But if it's any comfort, y-you can always come here. You're my Henry-... no, you're my friend. So I want to make sure you're okay."

Satan

Satan caught sight of you scrubbing your eyes when you thought no one was watching, and would've assumed you got dust in your eye if he didn't notice how red your face was.

And the way you suddenly closed the book in your hands, put it in a random spot, and rushed off. You knew how Lucifer could be when it came to the organization of the library, so there's no way you'd risk a lecture over a simple mistake.

He hung back for a bit instead of pursuing you, because he knew how beneficial a little alone time could be when one was upset. But that doesn't mean he won't text you to see if you're alright.

When you reply, and grant him permission to see you after he asks for it, Satan arrives with extra blankets, herbal tea, and obviously, a few books. He'll ask if you want to talk about it, but if not, that's fine too.

"They say lavender chamomile tea works wonders for stress relief, and I can attest to that. I... don't know what's on your mind, and I know it can be difficult to put your feelings into words at times, but I'm here, even if you need to yell."

Asmo

When Asmo heard your sobs echoing from the bathroom, he either assumes that you A), poked yourself in the eye during your skincare routine he made you begin, or B), something was wrong.

And from the harsh sound of your cries, he figured it was the latter. There's no way he would let you endure any hardships alone! Asmo to the rescue!

He's quick to politely knock on the door, but doesn't wait for you to allow him access when he's already got it open and closes it behind himself. He gets one good look at you, and he's already cooing.

The boy cups your face and peppers it with little kisses, wiping your tears, smoothing your hair back, and ushering you over to sit in the side of the tub, so he can hug you tight.

"Darling, are you okay?? Look at the state of you... Shall I pamper your worries away with a nice bath? And when that's over, I plan to spoil you until you can't think of anything other than my beautiful face! I'll do anything to make you smile again."

Beel

Beel intended to go to your room to share a new flavor of potato chips with you, but instead was met with the sound of your shaking sobs from behind your closed door. That's all it takes for him to forget about the bags of chips in his arms.

They're discarded to the ground and he hesitates near your door for a moment, worry welling up within him. But Beel won't let you cry for long, because he's already entered your room and is sheepishly approaching your bed.

Without a word, the big ol bear gathers you into his arms for a tight hug, leaning into your shoulder and exhaling. You both stay in that position for a long, long while until your crying has calmed.

He pulls back to wipe your tears and snot, and gives you a worried look. What could've had you crying like this? Were you sad about something? You didn't seem physically hurt... Was someone mean to you? Was it Mammon-

"MC... please don't cry. I'll stay with you as long as you need me to, and I won't let go of you. If you need to hit something, you can hit me. Should I stay here for the night? ....Belphie won't mind. I don't want you to be alone."

Belphie

Belphie didn't know why you weren't answering his texts, but while he normally wouldn't mind, he was desperate to have your attention. Or rather, he really wanted to hug you.

And it seemed you would need just that when he entered your room to find you all curled up under your blankets, hiccuping away the aftermath of a hard crying session. What could've had you in such a state was beyond him, but it bothered him to no end.

So Belphie did what he does best and invaded your space, curling up next to you to lay down and pull you into his arms. He doesn't say anything, only your soft sobs breaking the silence between you.

His hand gently rubs your back when he feels you shake, and he squeezes you a little tighter when you sniffle. Eventually, he looks down at you and moves the blankets from your face, his expression soft.

"...Feeling a little better now? I can't stand seeing you so upset. If someone hurt you, I'll take care of it. If not, I'll let you cry in my arms for as long as you need. And maybe you'll feel better after a nap, hm? Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere."

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