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so many youtubers with commentary channels truly have nothing interesting to say all they do is repeat some facts and go and like yeah... its really strange ! over and over again. have some backbone say something ANYTHING !!
#like there's people with thousands of views that i think oh this looks good ill check it out and they say NOTHING for half an hour#i get mainly women as suggested idk if this is a problem with men too i never click their videos but i assume probably so#but just because you can chat a bit of shit with your friends does not mean you need to have commentary vids#on youtube .. and if you're going to deep dive ... actually deep dive get interesting ...#it's an over saturated market i suppose but going on youtube is crazy cause every video#is this exploration or examining something and none of them are saying anything !!!!! but they have this dramatic title for clicks#ugh anyway this isn't that deep it's just boring#laura says some things
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sweet spots
— Commission piece for @ai-kan1's OC, Juno, and Ace!
It was no wonder that Ace knew a handful of stuff—whether it was taken from someone else or maybe he even made it up himself. But, believing them was a different matter. He's caught a lot of tidbits here and there but it never meant that he was the type to blindly believe in such sayings or rumours.
However, there was one short saying that caught his eye. He managed to overhear it from a bunch of students while he was running an errand for Professor Divus. Slacking, while on the job, was something the professor loathed but that didn't seem to stop him anyway when Ace leaned against the wall just to listen in to their conversation after his interest was piqued.
"Hey, guess what I saw today online."
"I thought I just told you to not believe everything you see online."
"Ugh, I know. But, listen, it's not as if I believe it but it's really interesting. Look!"
"Huh…? 'Moles are in places where you were kissed the most in your past life'? What is this?"
"Eh? Exactly what it says. Moles are in places where you got kissed the most in your past life—I thought the title was pretty self-explanatory."
"No, I mean, why is this so interesting to you?"
"C'mon, even if it isn't true, doesn't it seem romantic? Look, you even have ones here on your—"
Ace promptly left the scene. He's heard enough, he didn't want to linger longer to hear them start flirting with each other. It was painfully obvious that even Ace felt a little bad. Soon enough, he finished what he was asked to do but the conversation prior still lingered in his mind.
"Moles…" He muttered under his breath, his brain trying to formulate a coherent thought to figure out why it's been haunting him. Then, as if fate would have it, a sudden face flashed inside his head, rendering him speechless and flustered—albeit slightly.
He wondered if Juno had any moles.
He stopped in his tracks and thought to himself: Oh, that's a dangerous thing to think about.
But, like any other good student, curiosity was a trait he had. Maybe he should ask, just for curiosity's sake. Though, frankly, he knew deep down that it wouldn't help his situation at all if Juno ended up revealing any moles he had on his body.
He paused and came to a conclusion.
Yeah, maybe I should ask.
Ramshackle felt cozy around this hour. Ace always liked hanging around during this time of day after classes ended and it's no one but him and Juno inside the building (usually Grim would be there but he had "important" matters to attend to).
Ace crashed into the couch, letting out a deep groan as he stretched his arms. He fell slump against the armrest, eyes closed, and started whining. "Argh… I'm tired."
"Tell me about it." Juno followed suit, crashing alongside him and leaning against the other armrest of the couch. He let out a sigh, his eyes distant, "I don't wanna think about going back to class tomorrow."
"Don't skip." Ace clicked his tongue, lightly flicking Juno's skin in a playful manner—a small smirk appearing on his face. "Class is boring without you."
"All you do is keep bothering me anyway," Juno recounted the times Ace sent paper airplanes or notes his way. Only for him to unfold it and read out the most nonsensical and ridiculous messages ever. Sometimes, Ace would even mess with his hair—twirling his hair around his finger while absentmindedly listening to whatever the teacher had to say. He sighed, continuing, "But I won't skip."
Ace let out a chuckle and then a breathy laugh. His expression smug when he reaches out to pinch Juno's cheek playfully while saying, "Of course you wouldn't. You'd miss me too much."
He loved how the rosy tint spread on Juno's cheeks in just a few seconds as he pinned his gaze somewhere else.
Huffing, he covered his mouth and retorted. "Who told you that?"
"Well, it's obvious now isn't it?" He pushed further, "You wouldn't have that kind of reaction if it was a lie, haha!"
Juno stared at him with a bewildered expression, eyebrows furrowed just slightly and the tips of his lips tugging up into a small, uncontrollable grin. "Haha, I guess I am obvious."
Juno set his arm down facing up and Ace caught sight of something.
A familiar question popped up inside his head again and his eyes widened ever so slightly, it was difficult to catch the way his eyes transitioned to full focus on something else.
"Hey, Juno."
"Yes?"
"You got a mole on your wrist?" An innocent and harmless question—he was glad that the question disguised itself as one. Otherwise, Juno would've known he was up to some sort of mischief.
Juno's eyes lit up a little at the random question as he held up his wrist, close enough for Ace to see it in its entirety. "I do. It's pretty noticeable, isn't it? Everyone keeps noticing it."
"Huh? Really?" He never noticed it before.
Ace wrapped his fingers around his wrist, thumb smoothing over the skin where his mole was. It was a strange gesture, it made Juno pause as the odd sense of embarrassment sunk into his head.
"What are you doing?"
"Looking at it. Duh."
"You don't have to hold my wrist like this if you're just looking." Juno protested, trying to shake him away but Ace was oddly persistent. "I think you've looked enough."
Ace shook his head, sighing, "Listen to me for a second."
"What is it this time?" Juno groaned, tilting his head.
"I heard this really interesting thing just earlier—"
"I thought we told you to stop eavesdropping on others already?" Juno interjected and Ace couldn't help but sigh in frustration.
"—Not the point right now. Anyways, as I was saying, I heard this thing earlier." He paused, choosing his next words. "It was something about moles."
Now this caught Juno's attention. It might explain to him his sudden interest in his mole.
"What is it?"
"Haha… Something about them being places you were kissed the most in your past life, I think?"
"Oh?" Somehow, the next few events became predictable.
The next thing he knew, Ace raised Juno's wrist closer to his face—his lips hovering over his mole. His lips barely ghosted over his skin as Ace looked at Juno straight in the eyes, a mischievous grin on his face.
Everything clicked inside Juno's head. "Hey, what do you think you're doing—!?"
Promptly, Ace placed a chaste kiss over the mole. It was supposed to be a single, quick kiss but somehow it didn't end there. Once more, Juno tried shaking him off but he never let him.
"Stay still," Ace's voice was low. His breath was hot against his skin. "I just want to give justice to those rumours, y'know?"
He pulled away, finally, and looked at him with a cheeky expression—a smirk on his lips as he cocked his head to the side. "You got any more moles anywhere on your body?"
"Why would I tell you that now that I know what you're gonna do?" Juno puffed his cheeks in protest, still trying to pry Ace off as he tilted his head in frustration.
Oh—! Ace thought. His eye caught another one. Just below his jaw, close to his ear. Without missing another beat, Ace leaned in closer and placed his lips closer to his neck. Just barely, enough to taunt Juno with the ghost of his lips on his skin.
"What—? How'd you even find that from afar!?"
"I guess I just have good eyesight~?" Juno let out another groan when Ace finally pressed his lips against his neck. It felt embarrassing—insanely so. He felt like he could melt with the way Ace's lips refused to leave his neck.
"Hey, that's enough—" but soon, the words got caught up in his throat when Ace pulled away. It was far too early to breathe a sigh of relief when he came crashing down once more to steal his lips away this time as he robbed Juno of his words.
He was aggressive in his pursuit but never enough to hurt him—it was always intended to fluster him, to sweep him off his feet to the point that he couldn't retaliate; Ace was mean to him in this way.
When he pulled away, Juno silently hoped that it was the final one. His hair was a mess, his cheeks flushed with a familiar pink, and he couldn't help but pout a little at the gesture.
"There wasn't even a mole near my lips." He huffed.
Ace could only laugh in response, satisfied with how things played out for him. "It doesn't really matter to me. The whole mole thing was just an excuse to kiss you in the first place."
Juno narrowed his eyes but bit back a retort. Still, he felt a little lightheaded and thought that he could let himself get carried away while the mood called for it.
He paused, thinking to himself before opening his mouth.
"Hey, Ace, do you have any moles on you?"
From there, the following events were predictable—awfully so. Ramshackle was lively that very evening.
#twst#twisted wonderland#twst writing#fanfic#ace trappola#twst ace#twisted wonderland ace#commission work#i luv moles <3
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Nancy Drew season 4, episode 9 review (spoilers!)
Okay, so... what the fuck did I just watch?
First of all, the way the episode started made me think I'd missed an episode. I assumed the writers knew this was going to be their last season from the start, but maybe they didn't and that's why they're speeding things up now? This season so far has been filled with filler episodes and plotlines no one gives a fuck about - like, I literally do not give a fuck about what any of them are doing. I just want Ace and Nancy to finally happen (though I want it less and less each day) and to know if Ryan gets killed off or not. This episode might be the worst one in the series. Is Ace even a part of their group right now?
Yeah, second thing, what the fuck have they done to Ace? Why did Ace only have a brief scene with George? First, he was excluded from Kate's death anniversary, and now he's being excluded from literally everything? No, nope, nuh uh, fuck that. Fuck Nancy and fuck the rest of them, and fuck the writers. Ace used to be Bess's platanchor but now he's the only one missing from her court hearing? He just texted her? Do the actors have beef with Ace's actor or something? They made up some bullshit excuse for his absence, but the only explanation that makes sense is that the actor couldn't be present in their scenes and they had to work around it? But Bess saying George was her best friend and had been for awhile, and to not tell Ace, was the cherry on top of the fucking cake. So, this is what happens when you want Ace and Nancy to be together? Nancy can't date the same guy for more than three episodes so Ace was sacrificed? He lost all his friends in the breakup, is that it? I imagine that his ghost storyline has something to do with the sin eater or whatever but...
What is even happening on the show? All the episodes run together, seemingly unrelated for the most part. There are a bunch of different loose storylines that are supposed to mean something but I don't know what. The show is truly going out like this, huh? At this point, good fucking riddance. I'm starting to regret Nace ever becoming a thing.
Thirdly, Nancy is trying something "new" - ie. going on a date with someone uncomplicated and communicating more. Right... Because Nancy doesn't usually go on dates - she fucks the guy first and then they break up or the guy dies. The going on dates part might be new, I guess. But communicating properly? Answering yes or no isn't deep communication. And she said Tristan always was honest and always said what he thinks. Ace literally can't lie to save his life and he's also an "uncomplicated" person. What the fuck are you on, Nancy? Ugh, I always feel like I'm slutshaming Nancy, but it's sooo boring watching her flirt with a guy only for them to break up as soon as they finally get together. We all know those love interests won't last. She never even falls in love with them or gets to know them well. It's so useless.
I'll say that the show did manage to surprise me with the sin eater is a person and apparently her love interest plot twist. If Nancy killed him then I'll be happy, if not, she's for sure going to date Tristan now. Let's hope he died so at least one bad storyline is put out of its misery.
I'm sorry, I don't have anything positive to say. I also hate to be this person but it's like they're trying to fit every social issue they can in this season and it's so sloppily done.
Edit: It hit me now that it was supposed to be ironic that Nancy called Tristan uncomplicated but he turned out to be the Sin Eater. Before that, however, Tristan's parents tried to kill Ryan, but she called him uncomplicated anyway? Excluding Nick, Ace, and Owen (he was a bit too old for her though), Nancy has terrible taste in men.
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40 (wake-up kisses) Peter/Gamora
i honestly couldnt tell u what this is but i had fun with it. inspired by this amazing fic, which healed something deep inside me. not really spoilers for gotg3 bc this is like, unhingedly removed from canon but also not not spoilers, if u know what i mean
The thing of it is, weirder things have definitely happened to Gamora.
Well -- to her version of Gamora, which is, to use a term, herself. The person whose mind-dream-consciousness she's trapped within is younger, and therefore has had less opportunity to experience weird shit.
Then again, Gamora thinks, there was that whole time travel thing.
"What the fuck," other her is saying. "What the fuck, what the fuck. Get out of my head!"
Ugh.
"I am trying," she says. It's a weird situation. Gamora has always been a little paranoid, to be sure, but even she can admit that her presence in this landscape is quite tangibly not an ordinary dream. She is, literally, in her own head. There are two of them, and it's crowded. She can tell. She can tell. Everyone can tell -- something is very wrong.
And it is not, strictly speaking, Gamora's fault that the fabric of space-time-reality-possibly-also-death is in utter tatters, but it's not like she isn't going to take advantage of it. Her family must be looking for her! Peter must be looking for her! Indeed, she is looking for them! She wants more than anything to be alive right now, and to hold her sister in her arms, and to help Mantis decorate her room, and to laugh over dumb jokes with Groot, and to sing tunes with Rocket, and to kiss Peter on the mouth until she forgets how to breathe and also how to feel sadness. She didn't really think about it too hard when she saw her opening. She just kind of wanted. Full body. Desperately. Death has been super sad, and also super boring.
Oh. Maybe, possibly, that could be a contributing factor to her --their -- sudden predicament. That is, the way she suddenly found herself sharing mind-space with another version of herself, who claims -- irately and with no small measure of panic -- that she was minding her own business, trying to get a decent four hours of sleep in, when she was rudely interrupted by a psychotic parasite.
"Ah!" Gamora makes a loud and offended scoffing noise. "Parasite?! I'm not a parasite, you jerk! I'm me. I'm you, goddammit!"
"No," says other her. "I'm me, and you're in my head! Get out!"
"Why don't you let me out?" she growls back, crossing her proverbial arms. It's weird. Like in a dream, she both does and doesn't have a corporeal body, right now. "You're not even supposed to be here, anyway! This is my timeline!"
"And it's my head!" snarls her counterpart, in a way that is really infuriating if only for the fact that she, Gamora, snarls that way. Who does this idiot think she is, doing it the same?
"Fine," Gamora says to herself. "This is fine. Listen. You wake up from your dream, but when you wake up, instead of being you, you're going to be me. Alright? We understand each other. It'll be fine, because you are me."
"I am not you," snaps ... well, her. "You are dead. You are a weird imposter who has been made up by your crazy friends. You have all these -- these insane experiences and stupid memories! And now they're in my head. I knew I shouldn't have hung around those weirdos for so long --"
Gamora's mouth has dropped open. "Excuse me," she says. "My memories are not stupid. What have you got to offer, death and sadness?"
Other Gamora seems to take great offense at this. "I have great memories!" she yells. "They are very -- pleasant! I feel good things when I think of them!"
Hmph. Please. Gamora was there, okay? So what if there are some new ones sprinkled into the mix. She doesn't have time to explore them now, she's got things to do. Places to be. Peters to kiss.
"Maybe it's a scientific issue," she muses, aloud. "If we got Rocket to zap you with something --"
"I am not being zapped!"
"I would wake up. From this weird dream."
"You are the weird dream!"
She hums to herself; uncomfortably, a small voice at the back of her mind wonders if she really did used to be this transparently aggressive, but she dismisses it, as she has more pressing priorities right now. Animation, for example. Living. Breathing air. Kissing Peter, that is definitely up there.
"Maybe if you pinched yourself," Gamora says. "Oh -- ow!"
Other her looks far too vindictive for her own good. Asshole, Gamora thinks, at the same time her younger self says, "Asshole," aloud.
Well, technically not aloud, as all of this is taking place in her head.
"Stop reminding me," other Gamora grits out.
"Maybe you need to find a tear in space, like a blackhole." That seems too Herculean a task. "Or it's an amnesia thing." No; it's a multiverse, unfortunately. And Gamora refuses to believe she ever used to be such a dick. "Maybe I'm being reincarnated. Denarian Dey once said his cousin believed in that stuff."
Annoyingly, other her has now decided to deliberately ignore her, and is refusing to respond, but instead glaring angrily into the middle distance, which Gamora is realizing is the ugly brown wall of her own bedroom.
Wait -- this is not Gamora's bedroom. Maybe it's just what it looks like in the dream.
"It is mine," over-articulates her evil twin. "And stop calling me that!"
Wait -- but she's just had a brainwave! Evil twins are something that happen in fairytales -- those mythical narratives Peter would relay, that he was told through audiovisual tradition during his childhood on Earth. In Terran myths, the woman trapped asleep in her own body could be awoken with true love's kiss!
Her other self, stuck in this state with her, responds to the slow evolution of this brainwave with a slowly-increasing, compressed, red-hot anger.
"I got it!" Gamora says excitedly, ignoring herself. "Peter can just kiss me awake! He does it all the time -- it'll be easy."
"OH," yells her other self, "WILL YOU JUST SHUT UP!"
Gamora freezes. Through her own muddled emotions she feels the keen and sudden prick of overwhelming negative emotion, so visceral she cannot help but real back. She wasn't expecting such a whole-hearted roar of anger, at any rate.
"What is your problem?" she asks, angrily.
"My problem?" Eyes flashing, tense, curled in towards herself, the bitter tang of something deep within her belly ... "My problem? I just want to live my own stupid life! I'm not you! You're the -- the -- the weird audiovisual myth!"
Gamora blinks, sifting her way through three layers of her own muddled emotions.
A stuttering wave of gentleness seeps into her fingers.
Yes, her younger self was aggressive, and angry, but never more so than when she was jealous, envious, confronted by everything she yearned, so close but so impossibly out of reach.
"Oh," says Gamora.
She feels herself turn away, in this weird dream that is not a dream.
It's still a fucking mess, she thinks. But maybe she can learn to be a little kinder to herself.
"I'm sorry," she says.
Uncomfortably, other Gamora jerks her chin. Then softens by an increment. Then shrugs. Then, finally --
Looks suddenly and oddly guilty.
"Thanks," she says.
"Don't mention it," says Gamora.
"Uh, it's just. Well. About the magical morning kiss thing. I ... might have broken up with him."
And, very instantaneously, all thoughts of self-kindness fly out of Gamora's head.
"You WHAT?!"
#like listen did i love vol3? yes. do i also just think og gamora should pop back into existence? very much yes#both of those things can be true in the same universe!#touches prompt meme#after 84 years ....#this doesnt actually count as me processing my emotional damage lol. i simply refuse to be a child of divorce#starmora#guardians of the galaxy#gamora#gotg vol3
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Brain rot with redhead
authors note: I get "bullied" by a fucking redhead but I still find fictional redheads attractive yum. Also this is something I came up with at German class yesterday morning while sketching and it was originally little drawing BUT since I an not that good at drawing NSFW I will write it <3
-warnings-
Fingering, not specified pronouns, reader has female body, nicknames: darling, sweethearts, plaything, etc.., Childe is little bastard who enjoys teasing, drop of yandere/ claiming? It's all basically just in memory, I suck at this..
story-
Childe was a sneaky bastard who thought he can have anything, even you. You on the other hand thought otherwise. And some time with him alone after long time reminded you of some events..
It won't happen again. Or will it?
You and Childe weren't that close as you were with other harbingers even though he was the closest to your age. You would rather talk all day to Pantalone about mora or with dottore about his work that with Childe who had so much to tell you. You always found him a bit annoying, not that you hated him but he knew how make your day a lot more uncomfortable. He was such a sweetheart but also such sadist who enjoyed to see the desperate look in your eyes since you was too soft to just tell him to fuck off. It was normal evening when all the other harbingers had a lot of work. You didn't like staying alone with him. And as much as you did wanted to go to your work you couldn't. Childe again at his job boring you to death talking about how he enjoyed with traveler. It made you kinda jealous. What's so special about them anyways? They had one duel. You and childe fought always. But anyways you were alone. Just the two of you. He suddenly paused in his story to look at you.
He smirked ,,So, you don't listen to word I say huh? What if I remind you of.. the first time we were alone?"
,,First and last. I'm leaving" you stood up and went to the doors, but then you stopped in your track when you heard him laugh"
,,sweetheart from all the boredom you seem to forget that we are trapped here until someone comes back into the palace"
He was right. Schnechznaya was cold and snow was everywhere, and it sometimes just so happened that snow burried the doors. You really forgot on that.
,,ugh. I don't get it, why don't you just use your delusion, the form is strong enough to kick the door isn't it?"
,,it is, but the delusion is allowed just in two cases. We don't have it for fun nor for every small problem. You know how Tsaritsa would be mad if we used her gift for every small thing." You sat defeated on the floor. Waiting for rescue. Luckily for you, you didn't have to wait for long, Pantalone ordered people to help you. On your way to your room you couldn't forget about Childes words..
,,Would you listen if I reminded you of first time we were alone?"
That damn sentence was repeating in your head the whole way to your room. The first time we were alone..
You arrived to your room, unlocked it and went inside. You didn't bother doing other than getting off the coat. You went directly to bed. You lied in your bed in complete darkness with the only light coming from the moon trough the window, you tried your best not to think about it. You tried to forget. It was wrong, you knew it. You can't date nor fuck with your colleagues and if Childe isn't the responsible one, you will be. As much as you wanted you couldn't stop your mind from replaying the moment, so you just closed your eyes and drifted to your fantasy trying to remember every second if it.
Suddenly you were in his hands again, legs spread open. Whining you tried to move into more comfortable position as he smiled at you. His smile was so kind but behind it all it was just facade. You knew he was cruel and just wanted to play with you. Or at least. Now you knew it.. his fingers deep inside of you moving faster every minute. You felt like it was ages in that position. You wished he would do more than that. If he sped up a bit more. At this moment it started to be uncomfortable for you. You took him by his shirt and squeezed your hand.
,,aw. Aren't you just cute? What, isn't it comfortable? Let me help you" He stopped his movements, pulled his fingers out cleaned them and helped you get into more comfortable position. You were shaking from the amount of times he almost made you cum but he always stopped. Every. Single. Time. And he laughed at you. He laughed at how pathetic you are. Did you really think he will let you that easily? He just started his fun. You were now against his chest, between his legs.
,,Is that better love?'' You nodded at his words. He luckily gave you smoe time to get relaxed, it didnt last for long though since after some time his fingers found their way into you again. But his touch seemed... Softer? It was like he finally began to think on your pleasure and not only cruel playing around. Your body shaking in reaction on his touch. It was suddenly so nice. His other hand gently tracing your body from time to time he gave you a kiss. It felt like he changed his whole personality just by changing position, but. Did he do it on purpose or was he really suddenly letting his feelings win?..
You didn't know. What you did know was how you loved when he touched you, every single touch, every kiss. You loved everything of it. and you were ready to take anything he gave you. You were so lost in your thoughs you didn't realize that you were close your high again. But he didn't stop. No, he kept his pace. In the last moment he pulled you into a kiss. As he calmed you during your high. Your whole body was shaking. He pulled his fingers out and cleaned them.
,,you're such a good girl.. Sad that you won't be anything more than a plaything." He said while brushing away your messy hair. Even after these words that hurt like knife straight to the heart something about that moment seemed.. comfortable.. So soothing. And you found yourself wanting more..
You opened your eyes and realized that the whole time you had hand in your pants. Of course your clothing now ruined by the wettness you decided to clean yourself. After that you went to sleep, not bothering what happened back then and how much you changed the scenario in your head to make him feel like less heartless idiot.
Authors note #2 - I might make second part if people would want. Also. I had one request I sadly didn't have time to make it and now I can't find it, the person maybe deleted it and it makes me feel kinda bad that I couldn't do it for them. :/ Anyways back to this work. I hope you enjoyed it guys and prephaps we'll see again at part two of this or you can check out my other work! Thank you for all kinds of support and bye<3
#genshin fanfic#genshin x reader#genshin impact#childe x reader#genshin brainrot#genshin smut#childe x reader smut
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BSD Untold Origins: Anime VS Novel (3)
Quickly trying to finish episode 1 crumbs before new ep ;w;
Last part of ep 1 is the theatre! More changes, but this time it involves a lot of the side characters' uhh personalities-
Note; i haven't seen the preview for ep 2
Season 4 and light novel spoilers!
Gifs © @the-chikyuu-times
Episode 1
(Part 1) - (Part 2)
Episode 2
(Part 4)
"A theater?"
"Yes."
The deep-blue evening sky hung over them as they stood before the rectangular theater building. [...] There was a stone monument installed in the wall with the words THEATRUM MUNDI carved into it.
Ranpo frowned melodramatically. "This looks so boring."
"The owner here is short on staff. If all goes well, then we can probably get you a job."
"What did the client hire you for anyway?"
"A death threat."
Fukuzawa began to walk toward the entrance. Ranpo soon jogged after him. -Page 98
THEATRUM MUNDI or 'World Theatre' is a kind of puppetry show, it can be either comprehended as the mechanical puppet plays or viewing the meaning 'puppet' as 'everyone is playing a role in the world'. A play listed on Wikipedia example (The Great Theater of the World by Pedro Calderón de la Barca):
This particular play's form called Autos sacramentales which has human characters playing as Death, Faith, Sin, Hope, ect. aka giving each allegories a personification.
(that's enough art history for today *flops to floor*)
After going through the service entrance in the back, Fukuzawa walked down the staircase to the basement, where the theater owner greeted him.
"So?" the owner demanded casually. "What's your excuse for being late?"
The owner was a woman in a suit, probably around Fukuzawa's age- With her chest held out and her arms crossed before her hips, she looked up at Fukuzawa with a defiant gaze. She seemed to have a tic where she would push up her glasses every few moments or so. Her wiry black-framed glasses were shaped like acute triangles.
"My apologies, Ms. Egawa." [...]
"Sigh. It's fine." -Page 98
Egawa's character went through some changes in the anime version. In light novel she's more ansty, doesn't have most of the confidence/professional feeling she has in anime, easily calling Ranpo from 'uninvited guest' to 'brat', and then Ranpo quickly starts exposing her uhh relationships with people, buying clothes and stuff but not taking care of her hands and nails, necklace that wasn't a gift, about to mention her former relationship when Fukuzawa stops Ranpo.
Different reactions to Fukuzawa's question(s).
"[...] 'Angels'? 'V'? This death threat is ridiculous. I'll bet it's one of the rival theaters trying to hurt the business." -Page 99
"Whatever. Just do your job!" barked Ms. Egawa, trying not to sound flustered. "I like what I do! Ugh! I've had enough of this. I seriously just can't catch a break..."
She stomped off, quickly clicking her heels down the entrance hall as she left. [...] -Page 101
Murakami ('Tokio' isn't mentioned when addressing him until the play) has more changes too. He acts more impatient, even bossy towards Fukuzawa in light novel. Anime still shows it slightly, but he sounds more tired than someone on the verge of patience (and it will actually makes sense later).
[...] He was sitting in his private dressing room while religiously reading over his lines.
"Uh? Excuse you." The handsome young man lifted his head up from the script and frowned. "What do you want? It's almost showtime, and I'm reading over my script."
There was no one else in the room. Perched on the edge of his seat, the young man angrily threw the script to the side.
"The show is about to begin. Do you have any idea how it feels to be an actor right before a performance?"
Fukuzawa didn't respond.
"We dive into the world - become other people. And we practive nearly a year for this moment. If you get in my way, you're dead." [...] "I'm thirsty. Fetch me some water, will you?" [...]
After a closer look, the young man appeared to be somewhat pale. Slightly dark bags hung under his nervous-looking eyes as well. -Page 102-103
"Die of boredom"...?
Fukuzawa quietly covered his face. Bringing Ranpo with him was a mistake. He'd thought that leaving Ranpo in the lobby was a disaster waiting to happen, but this wasn't any better. He said all the wrong things. Surely the actor was going to blow his lid and stop talking to them entirely... At least, that was what Fukuzawa thought.
"It's boring, huh? Well, if a brat like you says so, then it's gonna be," answered Murakami with a solemn expression. [...] "Hey, brat. What would make the play interesting to you?"
"To me? Hmm..." [...] "It'd be pretty neat if one of the actors got killed during the performance just like the death threat said."
A chill ran down Fukuzawa's spine.
"Ha! An appropriately bratty answer." But Murakami cheerfully smirked. "If that's what the people want, then maybe giving it to them wouldn't be such a bad idea." [...]
"Obviously, I don't plan on dying." Murakami faced Fukuzawa. "But as someone in show business, you think about these things. 'Would you take your life in order to achieve the ultimate performance?'... I would. Without a doubt. The only reason I haven't is because nobody has come up to me and offered to teach me the secret of acting in return for someone's life...yet. [...] " -Page 104-105
The dresser room scene is the same pretty much. Anime added a few details like the (possible) taxi driver's cameo from season 1, and a funny moment with Ranpo and the actress.
Fukuzawa has more inner monologuing, worrying he doesn't have the power to protect everyone in the theatre. Ranpo startles Fukuzawa out of his thoughts and events happen again similarly in light novel. The short scene when Fukuzawa looks away from the newspaper is a tiny added detail.
"An angel shall bring death, in the truest sense of the word, to the performer. - V."
"Why didn't you say anything before?" asked Fukuzawa.
"What good would that have done?" Ranpo replied as if he was offended. "You're all adults. Do something about it yourself. What good is asking a kid what he thinks is going to happen? Beside, everyone gets mad when I state the truth."
Was he talking about everything that had happened to him since he came to Yokohama? There was darkness in his eyes.
"Seriously, adults don't make any sense to me." [...] "If a kid like me was able to figure it out, then surely you and the police already noticed a long time ago, right? My mother never got tired of telling me, 'You're still just a kid.' And I agree with her. [...]"
"You're still just a kid." Of course you don't understand adults. Because adults are smarter than you.
Is that what she meant? It's not hard to understand why Ranpo's parents drilled that into his head, at least to a certain degree, and yet...
[...] This kid didn't know anything. He had no idea that most people have no idea what's going on. - Page 110
Only after growing do people learn that others are different - [...].
They assume everyone thinks the same as they do, which often leads to conflict. That was what it meant to be human. Ranpo, still naive, may have fallen into that trap, but he did not deserve to be blamed. Nevertheless, Ranpo was an extreme case. Although he possessed such extraordinary powers of observation, he didn't think he was special.
Why? Was it his parents' fault? Was it because he lived a sheltered life with parents who had minds that rivaled his? -Page 111
Random comment here from me is just that I really like how Untold Story/Origins expresses Ranpo's confusion through the whole book, a 'truth-seeing genius' who's living in a (fabricated) world view where everything can be deduced with logic and observation. Probably one of the reasons he's so bad with public transportation because schedules can change any time and reason. It can also count as a part of the 'adult world', where thoughts are not as expressed as an imaginary mind, the set rules real world brings in in contrast to imagination with endless possibilities.
"[...] When you sat down at the café, you unconsciously made sure to sit with the wall to your right, so you used to practice swordsmanship as well. After all, if the wall was on the left side, you wouldn't be able to swiftly draw your sword if something happened. You sat where the entrance was visible, which shows me you've seen your fair share of carnage in your lifetime. The reason why you barely make any noise even while walking on the hard theater floors is that you've trained for street and indoor combat. And the reason why you started to walk with one eye closed a little before we went through the unlit service entrance was so that you could immediately see your surroundings the moment you stepped into the darkness. In other words, you're trained for ambushes in dark places."
Fukuzawa could feel his body gradually get colder, He slowly lost the feeling in his toes. His throat dried and tensed up as his palms began to sweat.
"[...] A bodyguard's job is to protect people, so you wouldn't need to sneak around in the dark without making a sound. You quit your previous job, but you weren't working in the shadows to kill people for money like that hit man from earlier. You made that clear when you didn't show any real emotion when you talked about assassins. Plus, you didn't seem to be on your guard when you talked to the police. [...]"
Fukuzawa felt an intense pain in his chest. His throat was so dry he could scarcely breathe. Everything was flickering red and black. - Page 111-112
"Shut up!"
Fukuzawa exploded. As if his spirit were physically gushing into the room, the glass shook, the lights clicked, and the theater employee walking in the distance let out a slight yelp. Martial arts masters employed a similar phenomenon when they attached with their chi. Being right next to him, Ranpo took the brunt of Fukuzawa's unconscious yet fiery attack. After being pushed back a few steps, Ranpo fell on his rear as he if had been hit with a large invisible mallet. He blinked, still sitting, with a perplexed expression. The master class-level chi energy attack had knocked him unconscious for a second. Fukuzawa suddenly returned to his senses, albeit startled.
"Sorry... You all right?" He approached Ranpo and helped him up.
"Buh...?"
Ranpo was still idly blinking. Fukuzawa was overcome with sense of shame. It was inexcusable for a martial arts master to use what could be considered condensed bloodlust on an ordinary person. It was evidence of just how disturbed Fukuzawa was. [...] -Page 113
(I feel like) Fukuzawa was so much more upset than it's showed (it was still great tho, poor Ranpo;;;; ). Fukuzawa's offer to Ranpo happened right before Ranpo's observation of Fukuzawa, so the novel continues with both he and Ranpo having barely any time to recover before the bell rings, signaling the beginning of the play.
"Don't... talk about that," Fukuzawa finally managed to say. "I get it now. You're the real thing."
No secrets were safe in Ranpo's presence, but he had no idea he was special, which was exactly why this wasn't the time to be getting worked up. There had to be a way to get Ranpo to recognize his abilities; Fukuzawa would need to think of something.
[...] "Come on."
Fukuzawa grabbed Ranpo, whose eyes were still glazed over, and headed toward the door to the auditorium.
He would have Ranpo observe the stage. The boy might be able to figure something out that way.
Thoughts raced through Fukuzawa's jumbled mind. He still felt on edge. Having his secret known startled him, and he was taken aback by Ranpo's powers of observation. But was that it? It was as if something else lurked in the depths of Fukuzawa's uneasiness - something he was in no place to deal with right now. - Page 114
#FINALLY RIGHT BEFORE EPISODE 2#bungou stray dogs#bsd#bsd season 4#bsd spoilers#bsd s4#bsd light novel#bsd untold story#bsd untold origins#i didn't manage to completely avoid screenshots from ep preview so yeah cant wait to see ranpo's parents :I *sobs internally*#spoiler#spoilers#bsd anime
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OH MY GOD I CANT BELIEVE I ALMOST MISSED POSTING ABT BROKEBACK MOUNTAIN'S ANNIVERSARY???? im gonna get mushy here so if yall wanna skip this go for it i wont hold it against you lol but this movie means a lot to me (if u cant tell) and id just kinda like to share a little bit abt why
I remember when I first saw Brokeback, I'd been either a junior or senior in high school, and I had watched it with my ex. I literally have no clue how we got to watching it or who proposed we watch it in the first place, but I remember that even back then I had been incredibly moved by the story.
Cut to 5-6 years later, and in January of this year I'd been in the midst of a really, super dark depression thanks to some health issues that I've been dealing w for awhile now. It made it so that on top of COVID, I wasn't rly getting out of the house for anything but school, and even then doing that took a really big toll on my anxiety. So basically, from the time that the 2021 winter semester had ended for me in early December, to when school started back up again for the spring in late January, I hadn't left the house at all.
In mid January, like a week before school started back up for me, I was scrolling through Hulu, bored out of my mind and also trying to find something to occupy my time and thoughts w bc I'd been going stir crazy, and I saw that Brokeback had been listed again. I kinda lingered on it because I remember phil (@/senditothemoonn) had watched it like a month or two before and she had started talking abt it in our group chat and posting quotes abt it and stuff, and it had been awhile since I'd seen it so I was like hey! What the hell! Lets give it a watch, its time I watch it again anyways.
And like. Something happened to the world for me after that viewing. It was like it had blown apart, and when it came back together it was completelty rearranged for me.
I'm not entirely sure why that time around the movie has such a deep, DEEP impact on me when I had seen it before, and had been very touched by it back then. I think its partly that a. I never used to watch movies with subtitles, and so before I realized that I probably have issues with the way my mind processes sound, a lot of movie dialogue just kinda. Didn't get internalized by me for some reason? Even now when I rewatch old faves that I haven't seen with subtitles, I'm always astounded by what the hell theyre saying because I had never rly picked up on it before, lol.
And like...I mean if you've seen the movie then you already know this, but their accents and dialect are kinda hard to get through. ESPECIALLY when it comes to Heath as Ennis. Which isn't in any way a jab at him, I think every part of his performance is super thoughtful and well-crafted and every acting choice he makes serves the character in only positive ways. But when you already have issues processing audio, and when you have a character who's jaw is perpetually cleched so tight that the words literally have to "fight" their way out of his mouth, its just like. Not the best combination lol.
And so this time around when I saw the movie, I saw it with subtitles and it opened up a new dimension of the film to me. Honest to God, the first time I watched the movie, I had no idea that the shirts at the end were so signifigant because Jack had stolen Ennis'. I guess the first time I saw it, I didn't catch the part where Ennis talks about having left his damn shirt up there, and Jack just kinda shrugs it off and changes the subject. When I saw that moment this time, it didn't really strike me as anything important until the movie got to the end and you realize that Jack had kept the shirts all those long 20 years and UGH. I literally remember screaming with tears in my eyes, thats what happened to the shirt! There they are! And then when I saw that Ennis had put his shirt over Jack's to hang together on his closet door for the rest of his life? Dead. Dead, I was literally stabbed in the heart 50 million times and killed dead. I'd never made those connections before and now that I had I like. got it, yanno? I got why this was an oscar winner, and why people were sk devastated by its best picture loss. Not that I hadn't before, but it just hit so much harder.
So yeah, the subtitles probably had a lot to do w why its stayed lingering in my mind for a long while, but I also think its because in a few ways it kind of spoke to me and made me think about my health issues and the self-imposed quarantine that I'd put myself through for the better part of a year at that point.
To me, the whole story is about regret, about not taking the chances we have while we have them and having to learn to live with knowledge of the things we didn't let ourselves do and the memories we didn't let ourselves make.
I hadn't seen a lot of my family for awhile at that point because I just didn't want to be out of my house, and its only been recently that I realized how much life I've missed out on living for a good year and a half-ish or so. And like yeah, I have a reason, my health issues and super aggressive anxiety have kinda put me through the ringer. But I dunno like. I kind of empathized and related to Ennis' character in a really odd way, because he also let his fear control what he did and especially what he did not do, and for that, he ended up living a half-life and missed his chance of getting to spend his time with the person he loved the most.
For me, the fear of regret is one of my biggest motivators in doing literally anything. I've realized I don't want to end up like Ennis, isolating myself from my loved ones and missing out on the chance for love and life because of some issues I have. And I mean its not like they're not real issues. Just like the fears that motivated Ennis' actions, theyre very real concerns. But since seeing the movie, I've been a lot more proactive about seeing doctors and trying to get this shit fixed up, because I don't want to end up wasting my life away. I wanna find my Jack, and I wanna be happy, and I wanna live.
Anyways. Happy 17th birthday to my favorite movie in the world <3
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"reminder that there's no tmi on this blog"
lmao okay. I wanted to send this non-anon but chickened out. nevermind let's go, if you can be off anon talking about this, so can I.
so i'm on-off antidepressants (for doctor reasons and stuff), and I noticed that during the times I'm on my meds, especially when the dose gets higher, The Thoughts TM pretty much more or less disappear, like I don't wake up distracted thinking Thoughts, the daydreaming is still 90% of my day like usual but there's rarely any 18+ thoughts and even if there are, they're on the very sweet and soft side only, and reading explicit fics is... different. Like, it's still fun because it's fanfiction and I enjoy reading fanfiction, especially if there's feelings between the characters to explore, but it's... idk. Tamed down? Like eating a meal you like but it was made differently or with less spices or whatever and you still like it but the sensations you experience are... lower? idk if I'm making sense, it does make sense in my head but putting it in words is difficult.
Anyway, the point I was getting to is that while the meds only mildly help really, I don't want to stop taking them because.. I figured out I actually prefer feeling this way. Hold on, my cat's on my keyboard. first she steals my water from my glass and puts her nose in too deep and sneezes in it so I have to get a new one, now she sabotages my unstructured whatever this is. Anyway, where was I. Ah yes, I really prefer being in this kind of.. ugh I'll just call it vastly lowered sex drive state; because usually, I feel kind of bad or uncomfortable with what I've been thinking/fantasising about, and I KNOW that fantasy =/= what you actually want, but idk. When I've finished daydreaming or whatever you wanna call it, I mostly feel weird and like I've wasted time and also like I should never ever tell anyone about that so... giulia and her anons for the sex ed is maybe a good starting point to getting okay with it? then again, if I were to stay on those meds forever and these effects kept up forever, I wouldn't mind at all.
I know that that's a side effect that bothers many people when they start anti-depressants but yeah. Between all the other side effects I could absolutely do without, this is one I really don't want to let go of again.
Why did I tell you all that? Idk, it's just something I've noticed and that I've been wondering about and you've well established there's no tmi on your blog and maybe someone else has had a similar experience who also wondered about it.
good night ✨
hey jess!! you explained yourself perfectly and it all makes sense, don't worry 😌 this is such an interesting perspective!
for me it's... honestly im pretty bummed that my sexual fantasies aren't doing much for me at the moment (today i did wake up to a new fantasy though so i see it as a good sign, i also started my period today so maybe it's the reason?? who knows), im dealing with heartbreak and i was relying on my fantasies to help me cope but it isn't happening. and im always so damn bored. im not a person who's bored often because of my band obsessions and sexual fantasies about the members but now?? i feel so hollow lol like i always have to actively find something to do when it's not something i usually need to do
i understand how you can experience daydreaming like a waste of time. when i worked it got in the way of my job (not majorly but i struggled) but even then, if i didn't have a fantasy to unwind to in the evening i would go insane. i feel like my daydreaming (sexual in nature, mostly, sometimes i get soft fantasies too but it's mostly when im stressed or anxious) is a major part of my life and im used to living in my head 24/7 so if it was tore away from me what would i do? who would i be?
should i seek help? probably, but this is literally the last of my symptoms i need treated 😂 guess what im trying to say is i struggle to share your point of view because of how im built but i think it's 100% valid and if you find you have more time on your hands right now (because you don't waste it feeling guilty afterwards) then im super happy for you!! thankfully i don't deal with that kind of guilt but i do struggle with feeling like i should be doing something more "adult-like" at almost 28, but at the same time i know it's stupid and people daydream until they die anyway
sorry if it turned into a personal rant 😅 i don't think i could live on soft/vanilla fantasies only because i don't get enough of them for the usual amount of daydreaming i need in order to function but if you feel more comfortable with yourself like this, then amazing!! 💕 on this blog we support whatever fantasies you prefer if it grants you a peaceful inner life and the coping with the real world you need!
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The Twin Sister (Part 12)
Dex had refused to be around the Vacker's so me and Sophie switched between him and the Vacker house throughout the break, although I most of the time just wanted to lay down and sleep in or explode stuff. . . . . . or commit arson but we don't talk about those thoughts, shh!
Anyway, we, unfortunately, are back at school with Alina like usual spouting some greeting crap. Ugh, I just want to go back to sleep, you bitch. (I randomly remembered her abilities and now realized except for empathy forgot all of the abilities she's supposed to have, great)
Anyway, the week was boring so let's skip to the next one. We were eating lunch when a sweaty Dex Marella and Jensi sat with us. We spoke about random stuff with me ignoring the universe until prokinetics were mentioned. And Marella's comment just pissed me the fuck off.
"Oh, relax. There's only been like twelve—ever—so it's not exactly a huge problem."
"What if you had it?" I said staring her down with an icy glare. Everyone at the table froze. They looked at me shocked that I even take interest in such a topic.
"What?" Marella asked and my glare turned harder.
"What if you had it? Don't just dismiss the ability and ignore another person's pain just because you don't have it. Put yourself in their situations, have empathy and I don't mean the ability I mean real empathy." I said shocking everyone, yes I have real empathy is that such a surprise?! "How would you feel, constantly hiding how you feel, being marked a disgrace for something you can't control. How would you feel for being blamed and shamed like you were the one who killed those people? How would you feel if you had to hide your true self, forever live in sadness and emptiness, and even more! How would you fucking feel!" I ended up yelling and the room was dead silent, I took a deep breath to calm myself down before I finished. "My point is, just because there are only a few of them doesn't mean the pain and discrimination isn't there. Don't disgrace them and undermine them when you don't even know what they're going threw." I said and sat back down. I hadn't even noticed I had stood and slammed my hands on the table. I then grinned getting my goofy self back. "Anyway, for all we know they could be plotting to kill us."
~ Across the World~
A slim long blonde haired man felt a shiver go down his spine as he conversed with a man whose face was covered in scars. He reached up and rubbed the back of his neck while narrowing his eyes.
"What's wrong Fintan?" The scarred man asked seeing the change in the man with pointed ears in front of him.
"I don't know, just feels like someone's on to us," Fintan said smoothing the smoke of the flame he hadn't known sparked in his hand when the feeling crossed over him.
"That's impossible."
"It is, but it's smarter not to ignore it."
~Back to (Y/N)~
After that school was boring again except for work, it was actually fun. (I kinda forgot about her job honestly) Well, it was fun until that creepy lady walked in.
We were brewing something in the back when it happened. The thing we were brewing wasn't very interesting but what made it fun was that it kept exploding. EXPLOSIONS!!! Anyway we heard someone walk in and I fully intended to ignore them, not in the mood for another Karen but Kesler told me to assist them.
I walked into the front although annoyed and found a woman that looked like a female version of Asswhole, ah right the other asswhole not Alden. What was his name again, bitch-ass, crankyass, sassyass, oh Cassius. Anyway, his female look-alike had walked in and was waiting for me. When I stood in front of her I looked her up and down.
"Keefe's mother I assume," I said and her lips tightened.
"Lady Gisela and unfortunately yes." She practically sneered, ew what's her deal. " How might you know him?"
I grinned, "Hi name's (Y/N), formerly known as female Keefe Sencen and now known as hot prankster bad girl, or as you, I guess asked Keefe's prank partner and best friend." The woman looked annoyed. Bitch.
"I didn't ask and wasn't the Vacker his best friend." Now I gave her an annoyed look.
"People are capable of having more than one best friend," I said and finally, Kesler came in and took over, although I kept glancing at the woman. I noticed the little things, like the way she walked or how firm her voice was. When you fight long enough, both fighting ring-wise and war-wise, you pick up a few things. She clearly had the stance of a warrior and the voice of a leader, but she seemed to suppress it for some reason. Creepy. That's all I could come up with because of the aura surrounding her. It was dark and mysterious, along with manipulative. Yeah uh I know to stay away from this lady.
~The Next Day~
It was now night and me, Dex and Soph were at some empty place searching for stars for homework. I basically let them do all the work because I didn't want to although Dex was giving me looks throughout the time and Sophie being used to this didn't care, wait that makes me sound like a spoiled bitch. I do do my own work! . . . . sometimes, listen the rest of the time I just don't do it. I don't make people do my homework, ok.
Suddenly Sophie burned her hands and I rushed over, as she told Dex to call Elwin I examined her hands but glared at her. "Y'know I could do something right?" I said and she looked at me with a raised eyebrow and a knowing look.
"Oh? Well can you do something?" she asked and I stayed silent, she smirked. "Exactly."
~
"Now you're calling me at home and dragging me out of bed? Maybe it was better when you were afraid of me," Elwin teased when he got here. As Elwin's first serum failed and made another Sophie turned to Dex and me.
"You guys don't have to stay here, y'know." She said.
"Ok!" I said standing up, I was tired. . . . yes even though I was having a nap like five minutes ago, deal with it.
"What kind of friend would I be if left?" Dex said catching my arm and pulling me back down. I pouted, little bitch. I'm getting too predictable, gotta change tactics. But how?
I zoned out and took a nap on Sophie's lap the rest of the night because honestly? BORING! Except for a lot of Dex having a crush on my sister, buts that's just gross.
Anyway this chapter of my life, yes I figured you out universe! You use my life for entertainment you sick asswholes!! . . . . . . my life's cool, right? Anyway was very boring so come back next time to see how my sister broke another law and somehow I got dragged down with her!
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Yeah nothing interesting happened except for (Y/N) being bored and taking naps so come back next to see how she acts toward the council, even I don't know yet! Wait she also defended arsonists so there's that, hmm oh and the Fintan and Gisela thing ehh not interesting but still.
~Sahiko
#sophie foster#kotlc fanfic#kotlc#kotlc x reader#(y/n)#more to but I'm lazy#keeper of the lost cities
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How *I’d* write a Stelena, Bamon, Forwood endgame
Honestly the potential is endless! Like there are literally so many different versions I have in my head but I’ll choose this one to post
Stelena- So in this version, I still explore dullena *ugh* but mostly as an attraction and nothing more. But anyways, the writing for them the first 3 seasons was pretty great so I’d keep it that way, it’s just season 4 that it changes. So for starters, Elena would not be sired or forced to turn off her humanity by Damon, and she’d actually have agency instead, but this is a Stelena endgame post, not an Elena vampire arc post. But anyways Stefan and Caroline will help her adjust to vampirism, teach her how to hunt, and feed. There will still be struggles because new things can be hard to adapt, but she wouldn’t be suicidal and hating herself. Also the cure wouldn’t exist until mid to late s5. Stefan and Elena would mostly just be in love and happy this season and it would be similar to season 2 stelena, except more mature. Then in s5, they will be searching for the cure together, and will take it in season 6. They’ll end up getting married by the end of the show and live happily ever after. Stefan and Elena will also have kids like in the stelena au episode.
Bamon- For starters, I wouldn't limit their scenes because they have "too much chemistry" and focus on the boring love triangle. I'd show a lot more scenes of them together post s2. I'd have them form a friendship in season 3 and actually give damon legit character growth along with bonnie being treated as a human being instead of the help. I'd have it be a dair-esque thing where both of them are kind of in denial of the friendship but deep down they have grown to care about each other a lot. Also Damon would be slowly getting over Elena in season 3. I might have one kiss between him and Elena but that's the most I'd explore between them. But anyways, he'd start realizing that he isn't as into Elena in the end off season 3, when he hears Elena's confession, Damon wouldn't be as upset as he thought because he's developed some feelings for Bonnie. And in season 4, they'd be spending a lot of time together, whether at the bar together, working on plans, watching shows and movies. Then maybe, one time at the bar, they'd kiss and things will be awkward for a bit but eventually things get a lot easier and maybe kiss a few more times while solving problems. Everyone around them notices the vibes between the two of them, and can tell that there's something going on between Bonnie and Damon. But they're still in denial about it until one night when they're trying to execute a plan, Damon admits that he's grown to like her and has feelings for her and vice versa and they finally get together. For the rest of the time, they'll just be adorable, domestic, and constantly bickering. And they will live happily ever after.
Forwood- For starters, if there HAS to be klaroline, I'd have it be treated as creepy and weird. I'd even go as far as to go the klebekah angle, which is the only way kc makes sense (imo). I wouldn't have vilified, sidelined, and abused tyler for the sake of kc/sc. I wouldn't have had Tyler's rightful hatred of klaus being treated as petty and just some grudge he can't get over. I'd give Tyler a lot more screen time and have him interacted w most of the charcters as well. I wouldn't have that whole sad phone call promo because that just makes him look like a villain and that's just unfair to his character, so I'd just have her visit him while he's helping his pack. I'd still have them break up in season 5 (as heartbreaking as it was, the break up was actually realistic. The aftermath...not so much), but I wouldn't have treated Ty like the villain for it, and I sure as hell wouldn't have Caroline fuck Klaus. Then when he comes back things will be a little awkward at first but then they'll click right back into their routine. Caroline would then admit that she understood why he left, even though she was hurt, but she also worried for his safety. And then they eventually pick up where they left off (or I'd just have klaus stay dead post s3 and let forwood be happy). For the rest of the show, they'd be like the Mondler of tvd and eventually they'll get married, have twin babies like in the books, and live happily ever after.
#tvd#otp: we have history together#otp: i think he kinda loves her#otp: until we find a way#some of this is a little wonky#but whatever
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I'm not gonna rb the post cause its not that deep. probably.
But like. Regardless of if small talk is meant to ostracize nd people or not, the effect is the same.
And also im actually not even sure I'd they really meant "nuerodivergent" as in all the people who may fall under the nuerodivergent umbrella or if the were specifically talking about autism and where trying to be 'nice' about it, bc not all nuerodivergent folx struggle with small talk. In fact. The people that I've heard actually having a problem with small talk are usually autistic/audhd, so this feels kinda shady to me already.
But anyway
To tell us , "of course you're bad at small talk, you sound flat and lifeless and it's unsettling to nts" is fucking stupid bc yeah bitch most of us know. Because they tell us. Because they use that to push us away. It's not just us pouting and being like "ugh the weather is so boring I want to talk about the hyperfixation of the week" it's us literally being like. "This ritual makes no sense even when explained and I'd rather not follow a script I have only half the dialog to, just to put people at ease that I'm not a robot in disguise"
The problem isn't that we aren't trying to meet nts halfway, because a lot of us are *made* to, the problem is, a lot of them don't fuckin care. And are going to use it as a bludgeon.
You haven't said anything like. New. When talking about communicating and how nts do it to!! Yeah bitch we know. The problem is we aren't invited to the club. Go harass nts about it instead of another lecture to nds (read: probably autistics) about how small talk is such an important skill to master actually
#'its like looking in a mirror and seeing no reflection if you dont participate correctly'#kill yourself#who did it help to reinforce the status quo#goofass
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Based off the first DnD game I've ever played
A sharp smell seized my nose, jostling me from my sleep. Dazed, I blink my eyes open and wonder “When did I fall asleep?” A bright orange glow surrounded my room and I realize that it was a fire. Oh, god, had it happened again? I hop out of my bed and noticed that the fire has spread too much for me to simply put it out. In my panicked state, I heard a quick knock on my door. I rushed to the door and opened it, only to be confronted by utter chaos; fire is everywhere, students dashing this way and that, and some even fighting.
‘Well, this isn't my doing, darling,’ coos a rasping voice in my mind. Relief washes over for the briefest of seconds, but I have no time for it. I snatch my explorer’s bag and spear, ready for flight or fight.
Everything was happening, but there across the gateway, fire hasn't seemed to be prospering there as much, away from the girls’ dorms.
‘Leave them for dead, it's every man for himself’
“This way, hurry,” I urge, running toward the gateway. The gateway is a major of 20 feet long, but at the end would be safe. Nearing the end of the long hall-like arches, out of the smoke I see a student running back towards us, fear etched into their face. Only a second later, an axe slices the student in half. A creature of six feet stood maybe 10 feet away from the gate’s exit.
“OH SHIT!” I scream, and turning around, “Run! Turn back!”
No one listened, just kept pushing forward, dragging me along. As I am pushed along, I watch as several others are slashed down by this horrendous beast, and I can tell it's a large bipedal bear figure. The edge of the gate is coming and fear has gripped me. I've seen bears in my travels, but this thing is enormous.
I'm at the opening and in this thing’s sights when suddenly it whips around and threw its axe into the ground. Taking the opportunity, I sprinted to the right. Out of the corner of my eye I notice a couple students attacked the bear, but it made its way toward me. It raises its axe and as it swung, I fire ray of frost at it. The arm arks back as the spell hits the arm and I keep running to get away.
At a safe distance, I look back to see the bear glaring at a dragon-born wizard. I knew him from some of my spell classes; he’s quite snobbish. He has black scales with sparkles of gold. He goes on about how his family is dead, but after the fiftieth time it’s quite boring and feels like he’s just whoring for attention.
‘Ugh, that drama queen. Just leave him be, no one wants him here anyways.’ But he seems like he's throwing a fire bolt at it. The bear charges for me again. In a panicked state, I throw up my hand for blade ward just before his axe strikes me. I have a gash across my front, but not very deep. Immediately I run away, not wanting to be close for much longer.
A teifling bard joins the fight, mostly shouting curses at it. Is that a tear the the creature’s eye? The dragonborn throws another fire bolt at him. I keep running around the bear, and notice a stone fly by me. I turn to see where it came from, but there's no one. The stone hits the bear, causing his head to swivel between me and the dragonborn. He looks between the two of us before dashing and attacking the teifling. The teifling ran away, healing herself on the way.
Suddenly, I notice a gnome practically latched to my leg. A monk, if I remember correctly, but she never dresses like one. She's a special one; one of the youngest at this school. She has no table manners, and absolutely hates apple farms. Says they're all one big monopoly. Strangest of all, her attire; instead of gi or a robe, she wears very common clothes and a large red, cone-like hat. How long has she been there? In her hand, she holds a sling, which she swings a stone at the bear. Then she dashes behind the teifling..
A human cleric emerges from the gate, and rushes into the battle zone. I'm too far away to try to help her. So much is happening, it's all so fast. I try more rays of frost, but my spells aren't aiming correctly. I'm in amazement at my lack of accuracy; usually I'm better than this. But yet again, I was usually practicing again nonmoving objects, not a scary ass bear-thing with an axe.
Suddenly the cleric is down. She's hurt badly, but the bear is too close for anyone to help her without being in danger.
‘Use acid splash. Might as well end her life’ chuckled the voice. I shook my head and tried another ray of frost, maybe to just distract him.
It works, and he leaves the cleric’s side. The teifling rushes to the cleric and heals her. The monk is now trailing behind the teifling. Her sling is at full swing. I don't she can hit the bear from this distance. The stone flies from her pouch, and it soars through the air. The stone hits in the middle of the creature’s face, and a thunk resonates loudly in the field. The creature roars in pain and stumbles back, furiously rubbing its forehead.
Furious, the bear roars and charges at the dragonborn, axe raised. The dragonborn never had a chance to dodge as the bear swings the axe down once, hurting him badly. A second swing and
I bolt up in bed, cold sweat on my skin. In the distance, I hear a scream of terror. I'm shaking, the realistic dream playing in front of my eyes. I remember the teifling is only a couple rooms down and run out of my room. Banging on her door, I'm trying not to scream. She opens the door, looking as terrified as I feel.
“I HAD A DREAM! Fire, bear, you were there, everyone was fighting, dying,” I'm shaking, trying to complete one thought, but everything is rushing too fast.
Someone, I realize the cleric, sticks her head out of her dorm.
“Bear?” She asks shakily. I nod, not knowing what to say. On the other side, the monk is peering out with a frying pan. The teifling and cleric are chatting about having the same dream, and the monk offers me a pancake from her pan. I grab one and nibble, thankful for the food. I glanced around and see that other students are fretting about in their best armors.
“OH SHIT! That's today!” I exclaim, running back to my room. The First Quest assembly is today, and I'm going to have a group. A group…
‘Just figure out their weaknesses. Bring them in close and slice them down!’ The voice laughs menacingly, and I have to shake my head to get it to stop. The voice has been there since I was little. It's not my voice; it's not male or female, young or old, one or many. It's always telling me to hurt people. I've gotten the hang of repressing it in my years alone, but it still comes around time to time.
But no time to worry about that! I shed my sleeping clothes and change into my best! The outfit is really simple, but the only clothes I have that don't have holes in them. Waving my cloak over my shoulders, I clip the front together with a seashell pin. Finishing out by putting my oak brown hair into a braid, I dash out to the central courtyard. Not many people are there, but I do see the teifling and monk bothering the dragonborn. I snicker as I watch the teifling fail at trying to steal the book the dragonborn wizard was reading. While glaring at the teifling, he failed to notice that the monk was sneaking twigs into his book.
The crowd stiffens and looks like a a platoon as the headmaster came out and cleared his throat. He introduced himself as Jerry, which the monk quickly chimed a silly little rhyme.
“Yes yes, I've heard it all before,” he stated calmly, and informed us of what we were all here for. The First Quest.
I'm jittery and excited, too much so to pay attention. He soon is calling out names for the groups.
“Puck, Forte, Villyan, Shagaranu, and” the headmaster squints at his sheet, “Erica.”
I'm confused for a second before the headmaster points me to my new group; the same people who I fought with in my dream. I blink for a second, not able to understand how or why. I walk over to my new group. The cleric girl looks around at us and breathes, “The gods truly have brought us together for great reasons.”
She kneels and continues, “I am Erica, and I am to be your cleric.”
The teifling and dragonborn both roll their eyes. A little peeved about their attitude towards the cleric, I do a slight bow and share, “Thank you, Erica. My name is Villyan, and I am happy to be the group’s soceress.”
The teifling promptly pronounces, “ I am Forte, your bard!” With a flourished and dramatic bow. I can't tell, but she seems to look up at me with a sly smirk. Hmpf, bards and their need to be the center of attention.
“I'm Puck the monk!” The gnome chimed in. She seems too young to be ready for her first quest, but she is an excellent student here at the Academy.
“I’m Shagaranu, the wizard of the group,” the dragonborn drawled out, looking unimpressed. I didn't like him already. Before anymore words could be said, the headmaster strut over to us and started on our assignment. Holding out a map, he explains, “Your first quest is to follow this map to a dungeon to retrieve an ornate dagger. You won't miss it, it stands out like a sore thumb. Now, you have a little over a week, maybe eight or nine days to finish this. No one else is to know about your assignment, so no sharing.”
And with that he walks away to the next group. We cluster around the map and plan it out. We would first be walking through a large clearing to a forest. After packing and regrouping, we were on our way.
I have a group now. We are a group now. That thought swims through my head as we start our first adventure. Our first quest.
“I can't believe we're looking for something as pointless as a gold dagger,” Forte complains.
“He never specified it to be gold,” I point out.
“Yeah, but an ornate dagger? That's definitely going to be something that is made of precious metal and bejeweled with too many gems.”
“Hey, gold is not pointless!” The dragonborn argues. What's his name again? Ugh, why'd he have to have such a hard name?
“I'm not saying gold is pointless, I'm saying a gold dagger is pointless. Gold is a flexible metal, and having a dagger that bends is indeed useless.”
The dragonborn (Shag-something or another) huffed a ring of smoke and proceeds, “I’m of gold dragon lineage, and I can for sure say that gold is not useless!”
I look strangely at him, because his scales are black. I mean, yes he uses fire for a lot of things, but I imagine he has more black dragon in him than gold.
“Ok, yes, you're a gold dragon, but she's saying that gold is useless for a weapon. It's not like your scales have gold in them,” I stammer in, trying to defuse the conversation. Then I notice that he does have some flecks of gold in his scales. Hm, I didn't know that dragons would breed outside their kinds.
“Of course they do!” He screeches. Well, so much for helping.
“Probably from your ancestors laying in their hordes of gold,” Puck mumbles, and Forte snickers. Before Shagaranu(?) can start another outburst, Erica says, “Well, how about we instead get to know each other better?”
Suddenly, with a deadly serious face, Puck asks, “Does anyone support apple orchards?”
I've heard her speech about apple orchards to stay quiet. She absolutely hates them. Calls them a monopoly.
“Why? What if I do?” Shagaranu asks. Gods above and below, has he not heard her rants? Or was he just pushing her buttons? Either way, it's a stupid mistake.
“Cause then I'll have to shank ya! The gnome mafia are after me for burning down one of their finest orchard,” Puck proudly presents. Another argument erupts as the two go on about apples and orchids.
“Okay, we like apples but we don't support apple orchids,” Forte states, trying to sate the argument. We are still halfway through the clearing when I'm stopped by Forte.
“Look,” she says, pointing toward a lone pine cone.
“What about it?” I ask.
“Why is it out here?”
“Does it matter, it's just a pine cone,” Shagaranu retorts, trying to keep going. He's tripped by Puck, who adds, “No, she has a point, it's strange.”
I look at the pine cone and I have the sudden urge to
“I wanna kick it,” I say.
“NO!” Forte and Puck yell at the same time, pulling me back.
“Oh, for goodness sakes!” Shagaranu sighs and breathes fire on the pine cone. Puck and Forte stood in horror as the pine cone sparks in the fire.
“There, now can we move on?” Shagaranu huffs, crossing his arms. After a moment of pause, we continue on in somewhat awkward silence.
Into the evening, we reach the edge of the forest. The sun is setting and we're all tired.
“We should set up camp here and rest up. The forest will probably be dangerous at night anyways,” Erica suggests. We all agree and set up camp, deciding who would take watch when. I have the third watch, so I wait and meditate.
Forte taps me on my shoulder to signify that it's time for my watch. I nod and get up, stretching out. I sit at the edge of our camp, glazing around. The night sky is full of sparkling stars and I appreciate the day and age we’re in. It's a peaceful time. Almost two millennium worth of peace. Gramma told me legends of the wars. Races of all fighting for the silliest of reasons, death around every corner. I loved listening to Gramma tell stories.
Out of the corner of my eye, I can see a shadow creeping one the horizon. Another two join the first and they start to circle us. The low growls made it obvious that these are wolves.
“Guys, wolves,” I warn in a hushed voice, quickly shaking the group awake. Everyone is awake as the wolves approach, and the fight begins. Puck is by my side and she tries to throw food to distract the wolf in front of us. The wolf looks for a second but growls at us.
“Goddamnit, that's my food!” Puck swears loudly.
“You can get it later,” I cry, throwing a ray of frost at the wolf. The wolf bounces to the side and the spell flies right by it. Cursing under my breath, I glance back to see the other fighting wolves. Three in all. Shagaranu looks back at Puck and I and I can see him whispering a spell. The wolf in front of us cowers and turns tail. Shagaranu smirks at me before turning back at the wolf in front of him and Erica. I huff; we had this under control.
A yelp of pain from Forte alerts me and I see a wolf bite into her arm. I blast it with ray of frost, a direct hit this time. It's frozen solid, and the last wolf retreated after Erica smashed its paw. It's a relief to have a victory. Our first victory as a group. A lot of firsts today.
I sit down next to the fire, watching Puck defrost the wolf.
“What are you doing?” Shagaranu asks, looking curiously at Puck.
“I’mma skin this wolf and wear it as a hat! And we can have wolf for breakfast!”
“Wolf for breakfast? I've had some strange things, but never wolf,” Forte chuckles, wrapping her wounded arm. Erica seems concerned about this, but Forte reassures that she's ok.
“Mmm, that seems strange, but I'll try it,” I say optimistically. I was never a big fan of meats, it wasn't something my family indulged in. Pa would sometimes bring a rabbit or other small animal, but we mostly ate fish from the lake nearby.
Puck, with strangely precise skills, skins the wolf and carves it, preparing it for roasting. When she has it done, we each eat some. It's a very gamey and not very good. There wasn't a lot of meat on it anyways. It was clear that they were eating well, three of them attacking a group of five. I only get a couple bites in before I have to set it down. Puck is a wonderful cook, but I think wolves aren't supposed to be eaten. Or maybe just not half starved ones. I rest against a tree and lazily let my eyes waver over the sparks of the fire. A smile flickers over my mouth.
It was a good first day.
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Fine line part eight
warnings: fluff, angst, violence
pairing: ellie williams x reader
Ellie didn’t even register the sound of thunder rumbling or the rain pattering against the window in the early morning hours.
The first thing she noticed was the comforting feeling of you clinging to her as her arms were wrapped safely around you. You were laying on top of her, with your head on her chest.
This wasn’t the position you were in last night, no, this was much more intimate but Ellie wasn’t complaining, she liked the feeling of having you in her arms, the urge to protect you was big, to give you comfort and warmth.
Looking down at you, she wondered how she could ever hate you, you looked so sweet and precious, as if anyone could actually hate you.
But you didn’t just look that way, you were sweet and precious. You always helped everyone around you, you cared for other people more than you cared about yourself, you always put the needs of others first. You didn’t care about yourself and that worried her, she knew you would sacrifice yourself to save others. You were always out there, looking for supplies, looking out for people who needed saving but you always neglected yourself, you wanted to do good for others. You always had to be the hero.
Maybe that’s why she tried to convince herself that she hated you when in actuality she cared deeply about you and she knew this would get her heart broken because you were gonna get yourself killed sooner or later.
So she thought, pushing you away and hating you to get rid of her feelings was the only way not to get her heart broken but she was wrong, so wrong. The more she pushed you away, the more she tried to hate you, the more intense her real feelings have gotten.
Ellie was snapped out of her thoughts when you began to stir in your sleep. Her heart began to race under your palm, this time you were gonna wake up together. The few times you ended up cuddling in your sleep, one of you would always be up first, so it was never weird or uncomfortable between you but this time there was no running away from it.
“morning Ellie.” she heard you whisper softly as you stayed in that position.
“morning y/n.” Ellie whispered back, nervously.
‘that’s not what friends do right?’ Ellie thought to herself.
‘we weren’t even friends and we cuddled already..’
“it’s still storming.” you pointed out when you heard thunder crashing.
“yeah.. we’re still gonna be here today.” Ellie said.
You didn’t know what it was about her but she made you feel safe and warm like no one else did before. You weren’t one for cuddling or hugging but when you woke up in her arms for the first time, it felt like the most comfortable place in the world.
You never thought you’d end up in the arms of your enemy and yet here you were and you wouldn't want it any other way.
Well, you weren’t enemies anymore you were friends now but still.
-
Two days later you were on the way back home to Jackson, the storm hasn't fully passed yet but just enough to drive, luckily it wasn't raining too heavily.
You and Ellie spent the past two days playing cards and talking about everything and nothing. You thought it would be boring and dreadful being around her for this long but you were surprised to find out that you actually liked talking to her and spending time with her. Maybe you even liked it a little too much.
“so.. you excited to go home?” you asked.
“uh yeah.. I guess.” Ellie said “what about you?” she asked.
“not like I'm gonna stay for long.” you shrugged, looking out of the car window.
Ellie furrowed her brows, a dreading feeling set in her stomach.
“what do you mean?” she asked.
“I mean.. I’ll probably rest for a few days before Maria sends me off again.” you told her, looking at her you noticed she had a frown on her face.
“we found the supplies though, it’s enough, you don't have to go out there anymore y/n.” she stated anxiously. She didn't want you to go. Especially not alone.
“it’s never enough, Ellie.” you said “besides.. I don’t really have a home anymore and it’s not like anyone is waiting there for me.” you shrugged. Just thinking about being back in Jackson made you feel alone and miserable.
You were surrounded by a lot of people in Jackson and yet you felt more alone in there than out here.
Outside of Jackson, you knew there wasn't anyone but you, so it was okay to be alone, it’s what you chose for yourself but you had no one in Jackson.
No friends, no family, nothing.
Sure you got along with Dina and Jesse but they were Ellie’s friends and you only went on patrols with them.
You were alone.
No one would mourn you if you would ever die out here and no one would come looking for you if you went missing.
“that’s not true y/n.” Ellie sighed, looking over at you she noted the sad expression on your face. “there are people waiting for you.”
You knew she was just trying to make you feel better but it was okay. You have made peace with the thought of being alone and dying alone.
“it’s okay Ellie.” you assured her.
‘it’s not okay.’ Ellie thought to herself, she hated that you felt this way.
“y/n it’s- oh no fuck.. you gotta be kidding me.” she mumbled in anger, when the car began to slow down, indicating that you ran out of gas.
“shit.” you mumbled, looking out of the window, you realized you were in the middle of nowhere, it was a wooded area and you had no gas left. Great.
“that’s just great.” Ellie muttered under her breath.
Ellie grabbed the map, looking at it in concentration.
It was raining outside and didn't look like there were any towns nearby or a gas station or something.
“there's a cabin close by and the next town is a few miles away from where we are right now.” she told you, showing the marked up area in the woods where the cabin was. “i bet we’ll find some gas there.”
“can we leave the car here?” you asked, worried about the supplies.
You haven't run into anyone in the past few days but you could never know, people are everywhere.
“we have no choice, staying in here isn't an option, we gotta go get some gas anyways, if we’re lucky we’ll make it back by tonight and if not then we stay in that cabin overnight and then come back here.” she said, eying you, she noticed that you were worried.
“okay..” you sighed before you opened the car door, to get out. Luckily the rain wasn’t too heavy but you’d still be drenched by the time you’d come back.
Ellie opened the trunk and started to put some supplies into her backpack.
You came up next to her and started doing the same.
“here..” she offered you a switchblade, it was a black one. You looked up at her before you accepted it, eying it. You talked about needing a new one a few days ago.
It warmed your heart that she remembered it.
“thank you.” you smiled at her, noticing the blush on her face.
“it’s nothing.” she said, smiling back at you.
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You were walking for an hour now, your clothes were wet, water ran down your hair and your face and you just felt very uncomfortable. Luckily it stopped raining a few minutes ago but you were sure it wouldn’t be long until it would start raining again.
You managed to find the cabin and checked it out to make sure that it was safe for later before you kept walking towards the town.
You were finally getting closer when you saw the first buildings up ahead.
“look..” Ellie said, pointing to the first store. It was a clothing store or at least it used to be one.
Sighing out in relief, a small smile appeared on your face “we should get rid of these clothes and get some new ones.” you said, walking inside the store.
“yeah..” Ellie mumbled, following you inside.
After you made sure the store was safe, you started looking at the different types of clothes. A dress managed to catch your attention, a smile broke out on your face before you started chuckling to yourself. The thought of wearing a dress in this world, while killing some infected seemed ridiculous to you.
“you okay?” Ellie chuckled, when she saw you laughing while holding a dress in your hands.
Looking over at her, you noticed she had a slight smile on her face.
“yeah it’s just..” a smirk appeared on your face “i’m trying to imagine you in this dress right now.” you said as you began laughing when a disgusted expression appeared on her face.
“please don’t.” she groaned as she rolled her eyes.
You chuckled at her before you put the dress back and started looking for something useful.
You managed to find some suitable clothes, you were about to ask Ellie if she was done when something else caught your attention.
You picked the items up and held them up in front of you.
“hey Ellie.”
“yeah?” she asked, turning around to face you, her eyes widened when she saw the lacy underwear in your hands.
“the black ones or the blue ones?” you asked, smirking at her when a blush appeared on her face.
“uhhh-“ she started, scratching the back of her neck “black.” she mumbled before she turned around again, closing her eyes, she took a deep breath.
Now she couldn’t get the picture of your half naked body out of her head.
You chuckled to yourself at how flustered she’d gotten. You never thought you’d see a blushing Ellie someday, let alone you being the reason for it.
You put your backpack down and took your wet flannel off, cringing at the feeling of wet clothes against your skin.
“ugh.. i’m so wet.” you mumbled as you grabbed the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head, leaving you in a black bra.
A smirk appeared on Ellie’s face at your words “are you now?” she chuckled turning around to look at you, her eyes widened once again when she saw you pulling your shirt off.
She couldn’t help but stare at you, at your soft, beautiful skin. Eying you up and down, she gripped the shirt tightly that she held in her hands.
Your eyes widened as well, when you saw the way she was looking at you. A weird feeling shot through your body.
But for some reason you didn’t mind having her stare at you.
“we uh- we should-..”
“yeah..” Ellie mumbled, turning around again.
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Leaving the store, there was a weird tension between you and Ellie, something that hasn’t been there before.
You tried to ignore it and rather focused on trying to find gas but you weren’t that lucky this time. You tried to siphon some gas from the cars that were left standing around but they were all empty.
You were beginning to get frustrated, if you wouldn’t find any gas you would have to keep going into the next towns and you weren’t sure if there was any gas.
Ellie was about to say something when you heard the sound of car coming closer.
You and Ellie looked at each other wide eyed before she grabbed your hand pulling you behind a car. You crouched down and gripped your shotgun tightly in your hands.
You hoped whoever was coming your way would drive by but you weren’t as lucky as you hoped you would be, the car stopped close to where you and Ellie were.
Peeking out from behind the car, you could see four men getting out of the car, a dreading feeling set in your stomach. Running into a group of men never ended good.
“shit..” you mumbled, you felt your heart beginning to raise, this reminded you to a similar setting when you and Ellie ran into a larger group back in Colorado when you were on your way to Texas. You almost got yourself killed trying to keep one of the guys off Ellie when he tried to throw his knife at her and instead threw at you when you moved in front of her, the blade pierced through your shoulder. The wound was still healing and you knew it would leave a big scar.
“it’s just four y/n.. we fought more before.” Ellie whispered behind you as she put her hand on top of yours, squeezing it.
You nodded, trying to calm your racing heart.
It’s not that you were scared to fight them or kill them, you’ve done this a dozen times before. You were worried that things would go sideways and they’d manage to hurt Ellie or worse. You knew she could handle herself but still.
That’s why you liked doing these things alone, you didn't have to worry about anyone else, you could just focus on yourself and get it over with.
“spread out.” a voice shouted “find them.”
You and Ellie glanced at each other in curiosity. Who were they looking for? They couldn’t be looking for you could they? As far as you knew, no one was after you. But something told you these men didn’t have good intentions.
You saw all the men, going off into different directions, this would make it easier for you to kill them.
You and Ellie nodded at each other before you went to get up but Ellie put her hand around your wrist and pulled you back making you look at her “be careful, please.” she whispered, looking at you with a worried expression.
You nodded, “you too Ellie.” you whispered, smiling at her before you got up to follow one of the men who went into the gas station.
You saw him going into the backroom so you went inside hiding behind the large shelves to avoid being seen, pulling your shotgun back by the sling you grabbed the new switchblade Ellie gave you earlier.
You walked towards the backroom slowly, you could hear the guy opening the drawers in the room, clearly searching for something.
Taking a deep breath, you looked inside but you couldn't find him, furrowing your brows you turned around only to run into a hard chest, startled you stepped back and looked up to see the tall man in front of you.
“looking for me?” he smirked at you.
You didn't even hesitate before you tried to stab him but he managed to catch your wrist, gripping it tightly, you tried to pull your hand back but he overpowered you in strength. He put his other hand around your throat and pushed you into the room harshly, throwing you over the table.
You fell off the table, down to your knees, you grabbed your shotgun quickly and turned around, falling back against the floor the man was about to shot you but you beat him to it, the loud shot went off, throwing him back against the wall as blood splattered everywhere.
“fuck..” you mumbled, this alerted the others.
You quickly got up and grabbed the man’s gun before you ran towards the entrance of the store, you peeked out to see one of the men running towards the gas station.
You didn't hesitate to get up and aim your gun at his head, he looked at you with eyes, clearly not expecting that but before he could react you already shot him.
His body dropped to the floor.
You heard a shot go off not too far from you. Your heart began to race at the thought that it might be Ellie that got shot instead of one of the men.
You ran out and hid behind one of the cars, trying to find the rest and Ellie. You looked around but you couldn't see anyone.
Your hands started shaking and your breathing got heavier by the second. For some reason you felt the deep fear of losing her all of the sudden. All sorts of pictures started running through your mind.
This moment reminded you of when you lost your mom, it happened in a similar setting, you were looking for her but couldn’t find her until you heard that gunshot.
“calm down y/n.” you whispered to yourself, trying to take deep breaths.
You heard glass smashing in one of the old stores on the other side of the street, you got up and ran towards it.
You ran inside to find Ellie standing over the dead body of one of the men, looking into the corner of the room you found another dead body with a bullet in his head.
You felt relieved to see that she was alright but you had to make sure.
You didn’t know what came over you but you couldn’t help but run towards her, hugging her from behind.
She stiffened at first but relaxed once she realized it was you. Warmth engulfed, feeling your arms wrapped around you but she asked herself what caused you to hug her, you were never the one initiating the hugs, she was the one that pulled you in at night.
“y/n?” she whispered, putting her hand on top of yours that were resting on her stomach, she grabbed them and turned around to face you, looking at you in worry as she noted the anxious look on your face.
She grabbed your face gently “are you okay?”
You were about to respond when you noticed the fresh cut on her face, blood was running down her cheek. Anger and worry filled you at the thought that one of them managed to get this close to her.
You put your palm against her cheek, eying the wound. “Ellie..” you whispered.
“it’s fine y/n.. it doesn’t hurt.” she assured you “are you okay?”
You didn’t respond and instead pulled her into a hug, hiding your face in the crook of her neck. She put her arms around you, holding you tightly against her.
You calmed down when she held you, she gave you the warmth and the comfort that you so desperately craved all these years, to think that it was her who made you feel this way overwhelmed you, you could’ve had this a long time ago and yet you decided to waste all these years.
You decided that you wouldn’t waste them anymore with acting like you hated her or with trying to push away your true feelings.
“come on, let’s get out of here.” Ellie whispered, rubbing your back softly.
You nodded before you pulled away from her, she grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the store, leading you towards the car the man came with.
You looked up at the sky, noticing the dark clouds, it was about to start raining again. This day just kept getting worse.
Ellie opened the trunk and sighed in relief when she saw a two gallons of gas standing there.
“fuck yeah.” she breathed grabbed one of them handing one to you before she grabbed the other one.
You siphoned the rest of the gas out of the car, you needed all you could find. Before you left to get back to the cabin.
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Once again your clothes were drenched from the rain as you ran inside the cabin. Ellie shut the door and locked it. Darkness engulfed the room, the only source of light were the bolts of lightening.
Both of you were shaking from the cold rain and you didn’t have any spare clothes with you.
Ellie walked towards the fireplace and crouched down to start a fire.
Light appeared in the room after a few moments. The flames in the fireplace made the room appear warm and cozy unlike how you were feeling right now. You were shaking, water was dripping from your clothes and hair.
Ellie noticed the state you were in, she wasn’t feeling any better but you were out of clothes but she knew you’d get sick if you didn’t get rid of the wet clothes.
“take your clothes off.” Ellie told you.
You looked up at her, a surprised expression appeared on your face “huh?”
“take them off, we’re gonna get sick.” she said before she started taking her clothes off.
You looked at her with wide eyes as she took off her shirt, showing off her toned stomach and her strong arms before she started taking off her shoes and her pants.
She looked so beautiful, the light from the flame highlighted her beauty even more.
The rumble of thunder snapped you out of your thoughts, shaking your head at yourself, you looked down, hoping she didn’t catch you staring at her.
You bend down to take your shoes off before you started taking your clothes off as well.
You could feel Ellie’s eyes on you but you didn’t mind. You looked up at her, noticing that she was staring at you.
You looked at the open cut on her cheek, remembering that you still had to take care of it.
You grabbed your backpack and two blankets from the couch, handing one to Ellie. You sat down on the soft carpet in front of the fireplace and looked up at Ellie, motioning for her to sit down in front of you.
She sat down and put the blanket around her shoulders, still shaking from the cold rain. She eyed you as you poured some alcohol on a cloth. She couldn’t help but stare at your beautiful face, the way you hugged her earlier made her want to feel you even more. Her eyes fell to your lips.
You grabbed her chin softly and started to clean the wound on her cheek, making sure to be gentle.
Your heart began to race when you felt her hand on your thigh, biting down on your lip you looked at her to find her staring at your lips.
“all done.” you whispered, glancing at her lips.
She moved closer and grabbed your face gently.
You gazed into each other’s eyes before you both leaned in, smashing your lips together.
You were overwhelmed with emotions the moment you felt her lips moving against yours. The kiss was passionate yet gentle, her lips were so soft and the feeling she left you with was unlike anything you have ever felt before.
She deepened the kiss and pulled you into her even closer. Caressing your cheek with her thumb.
You pulled away from her, the kiss left you breathless.
Leaning your forehead against hers you opened your eyes to look at her, you didn’t even know what to say, the kiss left you speechless and by the way she was looking at you, you knew she felt the same way.
You didn’t need to say anything to know what the other felt, right at this moment.
Looking at each other was enough.
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18+ Minors do not interact.
𝐓𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞: “𝘋𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘺.” (16/?)
𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: Levi takes his stress out on you after you all retrieve Eren from Liberio...
𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 4.5k
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Daddy kink, Praise kink, Creampie, Knifeplay, Dominant Levi, Sexy Mappa Levi, Aftercare, Romantic Smut, Established Relationship, On my knees for season 4 Levi.
Notes: Funnily enough, this shot was actually something I wrote within a few hours after being inspired by my readers commenting daddy so much.
"Good you're here." he exhales in relief, closing his door but remaining in front of it, his hand pressed to his forehead.
He looks over at you through the cracks of his fingers, you're leaning against his desk, having patiently awaited his return. And fuck does it takes the edge off—you take the edge off, you always do. The air instantly becoming easier for him to breath it again, as he feels the aggravation burning through him, immediately dissipate.
He'll never get bored of the calming effect you have on him, you neutralise it all, providing him with only unconditional love and affection.
Fuck I love her.
You'd all not long returned from bringing Eren back from Liberio, and you'd went straight to Levi's office to wait for him, seeing him kick Eren the way he did. You know that now more than ever, he needs you by his side.
"How are you doing?" you ask tentatively.
"Armin and Mikasa can talk some sense into him. We're so vulnerable now...he just acted without us." he spits, rubbing the centre of his furrowed brows.
Truthfully, you were half expecting him to avoid your question, so you can't help but feel delighted when he tells you what's on his mind. You've been Levi's partner for years, and communication has still never became his strong suit, but it's okay, he has his ways and you've learnt them. And it's somewhat endearing to you, even if Hange regularly asks you how you deal with his one word answers and general gloominess, he's perfect to you.
"Fuck." You sigh, "At least we have Yelena and Onyankopon to guide us, and we made it back in time for Sasha." you soothe, he only nods, his eyes shutting as he deeply sighs for a moment.
"Enough of this talk anyway. We did what we needed to do today, and it's done. I'm not thinking about it anymore until tomorrow when I have to. I have more important things to do now." he huffs, wiping away the sweat from his brow with an tense expression.
"Oh, do you want me to go?"
His lips pull into a slight grin, before he walks over to you, within seconds firmly planted between your thighs. His body pushing you further into the edge of his desk, he reaches his hands down and cups your cheeks. Running his thumbs over your brow bones in their pursuit, and pulling your face up to look at his, you instantly soften when you gaze up into his face, no longer filled with anger, just love.
And lust.
"No?" you grin.
"Never." he murmurs, before plunging his lips into yours, the kiss is deep and sloppy, while he smoothes his hands over all of your body. His hand clutches your neck, rubbing his thumb over your thudding pulse. His breath quickly becoming ragged as you pull his body into yours with your thighs, locking them around his torso. You hands claw at his nape, dragging him closer, dizzied by the taste of his lips, your skin prickling from his zeal alone.
He pulls away for a moment, a grin on his lips, as his eyes shift from yours to your lips and back again, admiring his saliva on them.
"Fuck, come here." he groans, diving his lips back on yours. His hands grabbing your cheeks and pulling your face even closer, not letting you inhale a drop of air that isn't his.
He groans deep and husky breaths of ‘mm's’ and ‘ugh's’ into your mouth, exhaling heavily as he feels his skin heat up, your eyes roll back at the sounds vibrating against your lips, that are making your head swim. His hair tickling your temples, and his tongue flicking and swirling around yours, sucking your lips and winding his head perfectly, in time with yours. Your teeth clicking the more ravenous it becomes, both of you—panting messes.
You moan softly, your sounds syncing with his of soft groaning murmuring appreciation, his cock growing harder by the second, straining in his tight black uniform.
He slides a hand onto your thigh, digging his nails into it and hitching it over his hip, as he starts to roll his hips over yours, you quickly follow his lead, thrusting your body up into his, his clothed cock rock hard against your inner thigh.
He pulls away, clawing at your skintight uniform, searching for the zip, and you do the same to him, carefully untying his cloak and folding it onto the desk beside you both first.
"Ugh, these fucking uniforms." he mutters, quickly walking around to the back of his desk and roughly prying one of the drawers open. It's contents clang around, as he fumbles around in it for a moment until he produces a knife.
"Levi?"
"Can't get them of quick enough." he grunts, returning to stand between your legs, pointing the blade to your thigh carefully and popping it through the fabric, the cool tip of it meeting your heated skin. You gasp as he swiftly drags it up and through your trousers, ripping loudly, your thigh no longer confined by the material.
"Levi!"
"There's spares. I can't wait, I need you now. This is all I've thought about all day." he murmurs gruffly, now dragging the cool blade across your skin, making your heart race, as he grabs your chin and pulls your lips up to his.
"Just focus on me. Now we've finally got the time." he whispers, nibbling your lip and threading his tongue with yours as he continues to rip your uniform open with the blade. His ears cling to the sounds of your raspy breaths, watching your chest heave up and down below him, as he skilfully slices through the suffocating fabric, whilst simultaneously ripping away the buckles and harnesses twisting all over your body.
"Levi careful." you moan, as you pull away slightly and see him travelling the blade up your abdomen, hooking the tip of the knife in to meet your skin before dragging it horizontally to split the fabric just above your hips.
"Don't worry."
He then pulls away, ripping of your boots and pushing you down on your back against his desk, ripping the splayed open material left on your thighs, down off your ankles. He then hooks both of your wrists together as he tugs the material of your torso, his cock throbbing as your bare breasts snap down. You both laugh when the skintight fabric clings around your face, even with him trying his best to painlessly rip it off.
"Ow!" you giggle, as it pulls your hair slightly, until it's finally off your body, Levi throws it down impatiently behind you, it's attached armour clanging behind you both. He grins leaning down to kiss your forehead as he pulls your hair out of your now sloppy ponytail, lightly raking his fingers back through it to look at your face.
You're left in only your underwear, and he slides the blade under the band of them, right where it hooks over your hip, pointing the knife upward and splitting the fabric in two. He then leans his head down and catches the fabric away with his teeth, while snaking his hands up to your breasts and rubbing his thumbs in circles on your nipples, delighting in the soft moans you make. You whine when the fabric rubs past your clit as he pulls it away, wanting more contact, and lifting your hips slightly for him to remove the last shred of fabric, the cool air hitting your pussy and making you shiver.
"Wait, what about yours?" you chuckle, nudging his shoulder with your foot, he looks up at you and grabs the knife on the desk and passes it to you. His eyebrows are raised and a smirk takes his lips, as he stands up expectantly between your legs, hooking his hands onto the desk either side of you and caging you in. You confidently sit up, placing your hand on his neck while you teasingly drag the knife over his thigh, your eyes locked as his breath hitches from your every move. You swiftly unbuckle all of the harnesses crossing over his chest and thighs, letting them drop to the floor one by one. And then push the knife under the material on his thighs, letting the entire blade rest against his skin under the fabric for a moment. You feel his heart racing in his neck, making you grin as you follow the hand down to his hip, clutching it as you start to jerk your hand back and forth, roughly slicing through the material. When the knife reaches the built in armour at the top of his chest you place the knife down on the desk, and grab onto either sides of the split material below it and pull it open with all of your strength. The pressure tears the fabric all the way down to his hips and abdomen, loosening it for you to rip it down his legs.
But you grow impatient, grabbing the knife once more and slicing the material stretched over each of his armpits, so entire layer on his chest falls down. You quickly rip his sleeves of, and then work of the slinky black fabric falling down his hips, he leans down and helps pull off the bunched uniform left either side of his ankles, that are knotted in with his boxers.
His cock is rock hard, curving forwards and rubbing against your thigh, his tip drooling slightly, you move your thigh back and forth to stimulate his shaft, making his head drop down and groan into your hair. As you run your hands down his bare chest, while his hands stay tangled in your hair, you cover his body in kisses while your fingertips run wild over his abs, the feeling of his hot and toned skin, making more of slick pool down your thighs.
"Come on." he whispers, pulling away and holding your hand, lightly pulling you to jump of his desk. He immediately locks his arms around your waist as you lead the way, his cock rubbing against your ass as you walk towards his bedroom door. He sucks and kisses at your neck, as you head into his room, his breath tickling your ear as he leaves these souvenirs, you won't forget this easily when you're covered in his mouth shaped marks. And that's why he does it, he knows you love the little reminders of his love, that remind you, you're his, knowing you'll lovingly trace them all with your fingers the morning after.
When you reach the foot of his bed, he pushes you down on all fours and promptly heads to his nightstand to light the candle on it.
"Stay there [name].”
He lights the candle, and walks behind you, and you feel the mattress dipping as he settles behind you. He sensually trails wet and teeth grazing kisses from your nape to your lower back, while his hands twist and wrap your hair around his knuckles.
"I love your body." he whispers breathily, as he sucks and kisses everywhere he can see, licking lines on your hips just to taste your skin. Levi isn't always so open when you have sex, so you cherish nights like these, when he vocalises his thoughts like this-the things he doesn't often say verbally. You enjoy letting him take full reign of your body, as he devours it with his lips, every part of you for him to feast on and see.
His lips reach your inner thighs, and you moan softly when you feel his tongue swiping up and down to collect the wetness that coats them.
"Ah?" he hums, before jerking the lower half of your body up, and kissing closer to your dripping cunt, making you whine out his name, eager for him to move closer.
"Where do you want my mouth [name]? Tell me so I understand." he groans, watching your pussy flutter around nothing, while your warm wetness endlessly oozes from it.
"There. Take it all out on me." you whine, pushing your ass out to him, normally he'd want you to beg a little more, but that set a fire through his body he could never explain.
"Then I won't waste time."
Without a further second more, he dives his face into your pussy, slipping a tongue between your lips, and slowly running it from your opening to your clit, collecting all of the sweet liquid. Your body jolts and threatens to buckle as his pointed tongue teasingly prods at the sensitive bud, but his firm grip on your hips, keeps you right where he wants you, his face buried between your cheeks.
He starts to suck on your clit, while he forcibly rocks your pussy over his face, snaking a careful hand around your hip and down to your opening. He runs his fingers up and down your pussy, gathering all your slick and groaning at the squelching noises that leave it when his fingers slip in slightly.
"Yes, yes, yes." you whimper, as he reaches his fingers up to rub your clit while he begins thrusting his tongue in and out of your dripping hole now. The strength of his muscle determined and strong as he slides in and out at a lightning speed.
You lean your hand back and shove his head closer into your pussy, making him go even faster, grunting into you with satisfaction as he speeds his tongue. He spreads it up, down, and even side to side, eagerly slurping on all of the juices that spill from every nudge and fuck of his tongue, not stilling for a minute.
Levi lives for your pleasure, and moments like this remind you happily to never forget it, hearing him pant so laboriously into your cunt, determined to make you cum, he'd do anything for you.
His fingers work expertly on your swollen bud, alternating the pressures with the timing of his tongue fucking, every deep thrust of his tongue accompanied by a harder press to the sensitive nerves.
He always knows exactly where to touch.
"L-left!" you moan, as you feel yourself growing closer, your body vibrating, while Levi groans carnally behind you, his nails digging into your hip as he increases his pace, feeling you close to hitting your high. Your body starts to shake, his tongue slipping out of you from the volume of your wetness now gushing over his lips, yet he'd never stop now. The lapping wet sounds from the speed of his tongue, are maddeningly erotic.
"Fuck Levi I'm cumming!" you shriek, feeling your body turn to jelly, your weight falling completely into your shoulders.
He breathes deeply into your pussy, making you twitch even more as he continues to lick languidly at your throbbing pussy, riding your climax out beautifully for you, before stopping and letting you catch your breath.
You release the grip on the sheet below you, and let yourself exhale deeply, while he flips you over onto your back. His hands push down beside both sides of your head, as he presses kisses all over your face, to make you quietly squeal as he licks the corners of your lips teasingly as he finishes his lap of kisses. You look up to see him smiling down at you lovingly and your heart flutters.
"Finally." you sigh happily, neither of you had had time for weeks to have sex, and you'd both missed it more than anything.
"Oi." he huffs, but there's no real annoyance to his tone, only contentment, as he bites down on your shoulder playfully.
"You'll get more of that after, don't think I'm done. I just can't wait right now." he grins, sliding a finger up your opening, and sucking the cum of it. You blush and cover your face but he quickly pries it away.
"It gets better every time I taste it, especially when we leave it a while."
His eyes glow as he starts to lightly rub and massage your thighs, smirking when you eagerly spread them so widely and willingly for him.
"Stop." you giggle, but he grabs one of your hands, and pushes it down to your cunt, swirling your wrist so that two of your fingers get covered in the slick leaking out of your pussy. He then brings your hand back up and sucks on your fingers, making deep gravelly noises of appreciation, while looking up at you with a slight grin to his lips.
"Well I guess more for me then."
"You're filthy." you laugh, as he places both of his hands either side of your hips and travels up your body.
"I just never get tired of this, with you, I like savouring all of it." he whispers huskily, stroking lines up and down your chest with his fingertips, his head tilted as he adorns you.
"So do I Levi, every single second of this."
He smiles as he starts to gently kiss at your collarbones, running his teeth along the path his lips take,
"Ready now?"
You nod, already pulling your lips between your teeth, excitedly awaiting the feeling of being so full of him, he eagerly grabs onto your hips and starts to slide his cock against your clit. You whimper softly, biting into your forearm, he quickly removes a hand from your hip and pushes the same arm above your head, locking his fingers with yours to keep it up in place.
"Don't."
You lick your lips dazedly, looking up into his grey orbs, sparkling with control, and pure desire, he's not messing around. You clench the sheet below you as he drives his length into you with ease, your back lurching up from the mattress. Both of you gasping when his pelvis hits the hood of your clit, as he completely buries himself inside you. His eyes roll back as he shakily exhales, the way your walls hug him so perfectly, how you're always so warm, always such a perfect fucking fit.
"Fuck I could stay here forever." he chokes out, dipping his face into your neck for a moment, sweat already running down his back as his body burns with yours.
"Always feels so right Levi." you groan deeply, rotating your hips in small circles, and moaning as you feel him hit every sensitive spot at every angle, so much deeper. His hand clenching in yours as your cunt pulses around him, and as his tip gets swirled around in your slippery warmth from your needy movements.
"Shit, I've missed this, been too long." you whine, bringing your hips forward to meet his as he starts to slowly roll them against yours. He grunts loudly, driving his cock as far as he can into you, letting his body memorise every bump and curve of yours, thrusting to reach deeper every time.
"Too long [name].” he whimpers into your ear.
You cast your mind back to when you called Levi, "Daddy" as an innocent joke weeks before, when you'd spent the day at the orphanage with him, it was an innocent tease. But you remember the reaction it had evoked from him as you walked home together hand in hand.
Fuck it.
"Daddy, fuck, you're so deep right now." you moan dazedly, seriously feeling like he's hitting right up into your stomach, but your eyes open and widen when he suddenly stops his thrusts, worried you'd been mistaken. But when you look up at him, you realise, his face, is ignited. He grabs your chin readily, his lips parted in shock-
"Fuck-what? Call me that again?" he groans, purposely resuming his deeply filling thrusts to watch you choke on your words. His tip brushing your cervix, ripping the air away from your lungs, rendering you wordless for a second.
"Daddy!" you mewl.
"Fuck [name], be careful." he growls, dropping his face into your neck and running his teeth against the taut skin, his thrusts becoming rougher, yet still so agonisingly slow. His hips slapping down onto yours with every harsh pound.
"More." you whimper, "Please, it's what I want-"
"More what? What are you asking for?" he grunts, as he bucks his hips into you faster, his cock hitting the top layer of wall inside you, making you toes curl and your nails claw at his nape.
"Daddy please give me more, you're going so slow. I want it harder." you whine.
"Levi?"
"[Name]!” he stammers. "Filthy girl, what are you doing?" he whimpers weakly.
"Nothing daddy."
"Fuck, fuck! I'm trying not to cum-to early." he groans, trying to regain his senses, his body firing up at the sound of you calling him this, it's new yet it feels so fucking hot.
"Daddy please, harder."
"[Name]! I-I wanted to take my time with you tonight. But you're making this difficult!" he strains, but he finally relents, grabbing on to the undersides of your thighs, and rucking your legs over his shoulders, within seconds he starts to drill up into you. Aggressive slapping sounds of his cock ramming into your wetness sound now, his hips thwacking into the sticky pillowy skin at the back of your thighs.
"Is this-what-you-wanted?!"
"Yes, fuck, Levi, fuck." you moan, your head starting to jolt back and forth into the pillow, as he slams into your body with ruthless force.
"No, call me it-again." he moans, grabbing your jaw and pressing his forehead to yours.
"Yes daddy, I do!"
"Is this what you like?" he pants.
"I-I love it when you fuck me like this daddy!"
"Stop you'll make me c-cum! I can't yet!" he growls, pushing his fingers in your mouth, and pushing them down your throat, admiring the spit that pools around his digits and out of the corners of your lips.
You suck on them and stare up into his eyes, lightly grazing your teeth against them, while unhooking your hand from his neck and rubbing your clit, matching the same pace as his thrusts. He looks down at you pleasuring yourself as his cock bobs in and out of you, just as he thought you couldn't get sexier.
"A-always my- good fucking girl, aren't you [name]? Keep touching yourself for me." he moans against your forehead, pressing a kiss to it, before pulling away to throw his head back, feeling himself growing closer, his thrusts becoming even rougher.
"With all this fucking shit right now—all a mess—this is all I needed, you're all I needed, what I always need."
"I need you daddy." you whine.
"You do? F-Fuck." he cries out, weakening from your whimpers, feeling you grip on him as he fucks you even harder, driving each other over the edge.
"What- is -it you-need from me-[name]?!”
"Tell me!"
"To cum!" you cry out, he pushes your thighs even closer to your chest, as he fucks into you even harder, your body folded.
"A-nd!"
"I need you to make me cum daddy."
"Oh I'll make you fucking cum [name]!” he chokes out, grabbing onto your hips and pounding up into you, sweat flying down on to you, as he fucks you to your climax.
"Daddy! Daddy!" you shriek, rubbing your clit even faster.
Fuck, look at her.
"Fuck [name]! That's it, go on, you can do it, k-keep going, you look amazing, fuck!" he coos, his voice cracking as he moans. He feels your cunt suck in his cock even tighter as your insides gush with your warm and slippery cum, making his tip slip up into you that little more deeply. Your drop your hand from your clit, and his pelvis rubs against you in replacement, as he continues to ram himself into you, your pussy twitching.
"You always take it so well-" he growls.
"My good girl mm?"
"Cos I just wanna please you-daddy!"
"Mmmh? Then cum on my fuck-ing cock again! T-together."
"You can do that again for me, r-right? I want to feel it again [name]. I need you to, come on!"
"Y-yes Levi I will." you strain, as he suddenly moves his fingers against your clit furiously.
His mouth drops open as he moans, watching your bodies slip and sound as they connect, your bodies stuttering, while he erratically drills into your tightness.
"Just a little—more, I know you can— do it [name]!”
Your body arches fitfully, reaching right up to his fingers and cock, your body convulsing as you reach another shattering climax, your muscles tightening.
Your body arches fitfully, reaching right up to his fingers and cock, your body convulsing as you reach another shattering climax, your muscles tightening.
"F-fuck- so good!"
"Daddy cum to!"
"[Name] fuck!”
He clenches his eyes shut, while curses drop from his lips, as he releases inside of you. He stills for a minute, panting over you and relishing the feeling of your walls pulsing around him, while his hot cum drools out of you.
After a few moments he pulls out, his palms pressed down onto your thighs, spreading them open to admire his cum leaking out of your swollen pussy, and trailing down to your ass. You lay shivering and twitching as the hot liquid dribbles out of you and into trails on your skin. So now all Levi wants to do is hold you. He leans down to your hips, wrapping his arms around your torso, and lying his head against your thigh, his warm breath misting the skin. He lazily drags his lips against you, contently trailing his rough fingers up and down with it. Your chest heaving up and down while you catch your breath, your body vibrating under him.
"You okay down there?" you giggle, running your fingers through his hair, making him groan softly into your thigh, and clutch the skin tightly while his eyelids flutter from the feeling. You smile at this, watching him be so completely comfortable on you and at ease, fills you with immeasurable pride, you continue your love, massaging your fingertips in his scalp to relax him further.
"Mmm." he hums, clumsily reaching his arm up to lock his hand with yours in confirmation to continue.
"With you-always." He sighs happily, his words incoherent with lethargy.
"Oi you, we need to shower." You smile, rubbing your thumb against the back of his hand.
"Can we stay like this, bit longer? [Name] please."
"Yes." you hum. "I'd like that, but no complaining about feeling dirty then." you chuckle.
"This is-the only exception." he mutters, rubbing his cheek against you, and nibbling the skin teasingly, before closing his eyes.
You are my only exception.
"Levi, wake up! You sure?" you ask in slight surprise, pulling his hair.
"It's fine, you're never dirty to me." he soothes pressing a gentle kiss to your leg.
"So I don't care."
So just a little longer—of us together, like this.
"Okay daddy." you tease.
"That's a secret." he chuckles tiredly, letting out a long yawn and holding you even tighter.
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#levi x reader#aot smut#levi ackerman#levi fanfiction#attack on titan#aot fanfiction#minors do not interact
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Something so right
Pairing: Alive! Luke x Fem reader
Summary: A date with the golden boy of the school reveals Y/N’s and Luke's true feelings for each other and they have no choice but to face what they feel. Who will take the first step?
(The fragments of the song are from Sparks Fly by Taylor Swift)
Luke Patterson was more impatient than usual. 7:30 pm and no sign of his best friend, the one who had never missed a Sunset Curve rehearsal in these two years that they had been playing together.
“Am I the only one worried about Y/N? She is not usually late."
Reggie slaps his forehead, a memory snapping back into his head. "I forgot to tell you she won't be here today, she said something about a date."
The guitarist feels a punch in the stomach, he tries to hide how bitter the news fell on him, but his friends know him better than that.
“A date? With who?” Alex asks, genuinely curious.
“Austin Grayson.”
“Ugh, really Y/N?” But of course it had to be the school's golden boy. Luke can't help not feeling insecure. Austin Grayson is everything Luke Patterson isn't, and that scares him. What if that's what she's really looking for in a partner? He just wouldn’t stand a chance.
“Nice, he really has to like her to invited her despite what everyone says." Bobby responds as he takes advantage of the short break to rest his hands. Reggie and Alex nodding in agreement.
“What do they say?” Luke asks, completely lost.
“Oh please, most of the school thinks you guys are dating. There isn't a day that I don't hear someone call her Patterson’s girl." Alex replies, and Luke looks even more lost.
He can somehow understand why they would think that, he always enjoys having her and feeling her close. Usually touching her hand or arm in some way, hugging her whenever he sees fit. Carrying her books in the hallways or supporting her at her basketball games, just like she accompanies them to all the band's rehearsals and performances, or how she sometimes wears to school the clothes that he 'accidentally' leaves at her home when her mom invites him to dinner. On second thought, it’s easy to understand the confusion.
You don’t know what is happening. Austin is sweet, handsome, smart, and yet you feel nothing. Forced yourself to laugh falsely all night, and couldn't help but think that it would have been more fun to join the boys in rehearsal, especially when they were only a few days away from Sunset Curve's first performance at school.
When you finally get home, you walk with your head on the floor, trying not to make eye contact with your date. Austin gently grabs your chin so you turn to see him.
A fake cough from behind causes you both to jump away from each other. You don't even have to turn to find out who owns that perfect timed cough.
“What are you doing here?” You refuse to turn around, but you know he's smirking anyway.
“It’s movie night, love.” You force one more smile towards Austin as you curse Luke under your breath, who emphasized the last word in that seductive deep voice he sometimes does when he sings and that secretly melts your legs.
“Patterson." Austin tries to get past the awkward moment by participating in the conversation, and Luke responds by approaching and placing his arm on your shoulder.
"Grayson. Thank you for bringing her safe and sound." He sounds sincere, and that makes you smile for real for the first time of the night.
“It was nothing... I should go. Goodnight Y/N, I had a great time.”
Luke lowers his arm from your shoulder and leans back, ashamed of his rare moment of insecurity and letting you say goodbye to the boy.
As soon as he leaves, you turn to see your best friend, who looks sadly at the ground, and you hug him tightly.
Luke has been through very difficult months, and it is easy for someone who is vulnerable to feel insecure, especially in situations new to them. Not to mention that you are definitely not going to fight with the person you love for putting his arm on your shoulder or calling you in an affectionate way, which are things that he usually does, guy in your doorstep or not. You decide that he showing a little jealousy for once is not the end of the world.
“I missed you so much, rockstar.” You murmur still against his chest, your statement only makes him hold you tighter. You can't help but think about how just hugging him for a few seconds makes you so much happier than the whole date you just had.
“I’m sorry for making a scene. No wonder everyone thinks we are dating.“
“I don’t mind. I couldn't wear your cool flannels or your necklaces if I was dating someone. Plus it would take away valuable time that I can use as the president of the Sunset Curve fan club.” He chuckles. You can feel his body relax and his heartbeat begins to calm down. He gives you a sweet kiss in your hair before letting you go.
Best friends walk into the house, and as Y/N goes to change into something more comfortable Luke sits at the kitchen counter to chat with his second female best friend.
"You have to do something quick, I don't want to have you here crying and eating ice cream while she's on some date with some graceless snob.”
The guitarist can't help but laugh. Y/N's mom has always been a music lover and one of his greatest inspirations. She gave him his first guitar and taught him how to play, always supporting him in each of his steps as a musician. She has always loved him like a son, believing in him with all her might and always blindly entrusting him with what she loves most in the world, her daughter Y/N.
“I know, I will I promise. What I felt today when I saw Grayson touch her face and so close to her lips... I never want to experience that again. I was thinking maybe at homecoming? Sunset Curve is going to perform.”
She wrinkles her nose in response and Luke laughs again.
"Yeah too much information, I’m sorry. And I know, but we have to start somewhere. As soon as we get booked at a good enough club you'll be the first guest.”
They both make a pinky promise and smile.
“I’ll make you proud someday. I swear.”
“I’m always proud of you, my sweet boy. I know you’ll do amazing things, just take good care of my princess during tours.”
“You know I will.” They pinky promise again and reunite with Y/N in the living room to watch movies til the teens fall asleep cuddling.
Homecoming day arrived and you don’t have a partner. It is not hard to imagine why, being surrounded by at least one of the Sunset Curve members 24/7, especially Luke who tries to be close to you as much as possible, as if he is afraid that you will forget him if you spend too much time separated. Which is actually something you like, if you are honest with yourself. Is not something you would tell him but feeling him close and having his attention devoted to you most of the time feels quite special.
The date with Austin didn’t feel right and only confirmed what you've been trying to deny yourself for months. You are in love with freakin Luke Patterson. And you are in really deep, loving the good, bad, fun, boring, charming, and annoying parts, absolutely every side of him. And now is the time to finally do something about it.
After the guys show tonight, even more girls will be raining down on them than usual and things could get really messy, it's best to make your move first. Inside your heart you know that he feels the same, and if he doesn't have the courage to act on it then you will.
The first and most important thing you need to do to get the operation going is to kidnap Reggie, Alex and Bobby.
After a little threatening session everyone sang about Luke's idea for tonight, which made you grin like an idiot and feel more confident about your plan. The surprise that he will get when he sees how you sabotaged his plan.
Convincing Luke that it was best for you to come on your own so that they would have more time to prepare was not easy, but in the end you succeeded.
He's not a suit kinda person, but you went along with him to get a dark blue one that looked unreal on him just a few weeks ago, and you knew he would find a way to wear it sleeveless so he will look even more irresistible. You opted for a black dress that fades beautifully to blue towards the bottom of the skirt and in which you really look pretty good If you can say it yourself.
Sunset Curve finishes singing the first song, Now or never. It's time for the song Luke wrote for you, but he turns to see his friends scared when he still can't find you in the crowd. They smile at him and start to play the song they practiced with you just a few hours before.
“The way you move is like a full on rainstorm, and I'm a house of cards. You're the kind of reckless that should send me running, but I kinda know that I won't get far.”
You walk onto the stage as you start the first verse, Luke is shocked for a few seconds but then grins from ear to ear.
“And you stood there in front of me just... close enough to touch.” He recovers much faster than expected and pulls you by the waist towards him, just the microphone separating you two while he looks at you with the most seductive face you’ve ever seen.
“'Cause I see, sparks fly, whenever you smile... Get me with those green eyes, baby as the lights go down.” He blushes a little and smiles while his eyes are locked on your lips, capturing every move.
After what seems like an eternity, the song ends and before you can even say thank you, Luke's lips crash against yours, and it’s even better than what you’ve dreamed plenty of times. All the people start screaming, but you especially hear Reggie and Alex a few steps away who sound pretty happy for you.
“Reggie, an issue occurred, I have to go, sing home is where my horse is if you want to.” Luke whispers to his friend, before effortlessly carrying you off the stage.
“Admit it, you just want to touch my legs.” You joke while he walks with you on his shoulder.
“I’m in love with a really smart girl.” You stay quiet, your heart wants to jump out of your chest and you don’t even want to imagine how red your face is right now.
The guitarist finally brings you down when you leave the building, and you both walk to the park next door, where you met when you were just kids.
"Do you remember exactly how we met?" He asks while taking your hand.
“Reggie and Alex teamed up to destroy you in a game they invented and I was the only one in the park, so you invited me to join your team. And when we managed to win you said that we were the best duo on the face of the earth, that we had to be best friends forever."
“I sound very intense.”
“You are.”
They both laugh at the memory.
"You were still right."
“When did you finally realize that you loved me?” Luke asks, smirking playfully.
“I've known for a long time, but I didn't dare to admit it until recently.”
He completely accepts my answer and sincerity and smiles at me.
“I always knew that we would end up together, you eat me with your eyes when I'm not wearing a shirt.”
His teasing takes effect and you blush just remembering him in that situation.
He smiles cheekily and then takes mercy on you and changes the subject.
“So, we are the best duo on the face of the earth, best friends forever, and now an official couple?”
“That’s right, handsome and smart. Nice.”
Both approach until their lips touch, the kiss begins calm but quickly becomes more passionate, his tongue claiming every inch of your mouth, his arms strong on your hips. You let this amazing sensations envelop you and you lose yourself in him, happier than you've ever been.
When you are with the right person, everything feels just right.
Thank you for reading!
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Human!Freddy Krueger x Fem!Reader || Oneshot
Title: What The Fuck Now, Freddy!?
Notes:
This is not inherently romantic, at all. Or sexual. Just... Freddy being a bastard, and you are caught in the crosshairs- and are forever linked with him because of it.
I've been listening to Lizzie, a lot lately- and this is inspired by 'What The Fuck Now, Lizzie!?'
Also- I'm thinking this will have a part 2. Due to the ending not being quite enough. Maybe a part for the court proceedings!
Plot: Many will know the story of that terrible day Krueger essentially snapped- killing his wife, Loretta Krueger. She saw the basement, they say, and he didn't like that. Their daughter saw the whole thing and suffered a traumatic response to seeing the sight of her mother, strangled to death, by her father- and forgot the whole thing.
But if she were to remember something, one day.
She may remember something no one knows about that day, aside from Freddy himself.
She may remember, that someone else was there.
She may remember you.
//
Alternatively- you're being blackmailed by Freddy who found out you, another supposedly Plain Jane in Loretta's 'mothers club', is cheating on your husband and calls you up to help deal with the mess he made. Because who else did he have?
Warnings: Okay lemme see, its basically a potluck of triggers. Hm. Murder, swearing, cheating (You, on your husband. Not with Freddy), getting rid of a body, a child gets traumatised (Obviously, Kathy/Maggie), Freddy himself, mention of the basement and all that entails, reader with a very questionable moral compass. Look, I think if you can watch Freddy's Dead, you're good here.
I'm just heading out the door, to go grocery shopping - or, at least, that's the story I tell my husband. When really I don't do the grocery shop until the day after tomorrow. He never notices... - when the phone rings. By very nearly tripping over my feet in my endeavour to catch it before the ringing stops, I manage pick up the phone with very little injury besides an achy, slightly twisted ankle. "Hi! Hi, sorry, I'm here. Hello?"
Pouting, I sit down at the kitchen table; Rubbing my poor ankle to sooth the pain, which would soon diminish anyway. Still- I'm sorry, ankle. I'll try to chill.
When the voice on the other end reveals who it is who's called the house, I lose all need to be pleasant. Damn. I really need to memorise this goddamn number... so I can not answer it. "Whatcha wearin'?"
"Thank god Harrison didn't answer this, you fuck." I deeply roll my eyes. Thank god Har's out. No, this is not my mister, not the man I was going to meet just now- but its bad, enough. In an entirely different way. Its stupid, blackmailing, son of a... hundred maniacs. "What do you want?"
"What a way to answer the phone, Y/N. Gee, seems like every time I we talk, I'm learning how you really aren't in the right place, are you? Cheating on your poor husband, swearing... These aren't really signs of the perfect suburban house wife, is it?" Gritting my teeth, I keep from lashing out. I've learned, if you stay real quiet, Freddy wont have anything to pull from and will get bored quick. "Why so silent, hm?"
"... " Oh, fuck me. I cant help it. "Wondering where you get off judging me on being 'suburban', actually."
"Anywhere I like, thanks."
Oh... oh. Gross?
He doesn't see the disgust tearing my face into two perfect halves right now, but my silence must be enough as he laughs. The sound is directly into the phone, and harsh on my poor eardrums. Ugh... "Oh for gods sake... What are we? Fourteen years old?? Come on- why'd you call?"
"Uhhhh... " Quickly, midway through that drawn out 'um' sound, Freddy's voice transitions, and gets a whole lot darker. Something deep in his chest dislodging, to make it so. Perhaps, his heart. "Well... you might wanna come and see for yourself."
"Uh, I don't think so. I have somewhere to be right now- "
"Oh well you don't, anymore." And its clear what he isn't saying- or else I'll tell Harrison about Carter and set your life on fire. "Tell your boy toy you're takin' a reign check for the day. I think you'll last. In fact... after you come over here, you might be out of the game for a couple a hours at least- maybe days."
Hold on, hold on Freddy what the fuck- "What!?"
"... Believe it or not, I didn't actually mean for that one."
Moron.
~
Nevertheless, no matter how just... off setting, Freddy is, I had to when he asked. I had to jump when he said so.
Because if not, then he would tear my life apart.
So here I am, about to knock on that big red door he lives behind, wondering what I'm walking into. Where's Loretta? Where's Kathy? How long will the visit be? I told Carter I'd be an hour or two late- any longer and I wont see him at all today. Which would absolutely suck.
Just after my knuckles come down on the wood the first time, a hand comes down on my shoulder and I immediately jump out of my skin... then slowly look around.
There's Freddy, a cheeky grin on his face. It does nothing to set my nerves at ease. "Ugh... Why are you out here?"
"We're going to the backyard. Lets go." Taking me by the shoulders, he marches me around the side of the house, instead of through it for some reason, and into the familiar backyard. I've been here numerous times, as Loretta likes to hold our club meetings here - Barbecue's, tea's... that sort of thing. Just to let the kids play together and so the adults can enjoy some adult conversation. Its a nice yard... but depending on what her horrid husband is about to show me, it may not be considered as such anymore... - , but I'm now starting to develop a sick feeling in my stomach.
Honestly- I don't know much about Freddy at all. Yes, I went to school with him, but that doesn't mean much when he was a freaky loner kid the whole time. I remember he killed the class hamster once- that's about the only splash he ever made in the news pool; But it definitely stuck.
Yes, Loretta cleaned up his image a fair bit since getting married, but now he's blackmailing me, and as far as I know I'm now alone with him.
Suspicious of him suddenly, I slip out of his grip with a dirty look flashed his way. Don't touch me.
He just rolls his eyes, leading me around some hedges.
And then everything stops.
Him, me, the air; The air around me, the breeze, the breath in my throat.
There lays Loretta, on the ground. If I was really really naïve, I could imagine she were sleeping... or passed out, at least, due to the way she's sprawled out. No one would lay down like that willingly.
But... her eyes are open.
For a moment I'm tempted to kneel down; Take a closer look. Find out how, myself. Is she bleeding anywhere that I cant see now? Are her lips turning blue? If I moved some short red hair out of the way- would their be marks on her neck yet?
But then I come to my senses...
And freak. The fuck. O u t.
"What, the fuck, did you do!?" I whip around, looking at Freddy now which entirely new eyes. I mean, before I sure wasn't fond- but now I'm filled with something new, looking at him. Something a lot worse, something that makes me want to run. Run, and hide, and stay there.
And all these, even though he hasn't really changed. He still wears a mischievous smirk, stony blue eyes eating up my reactions... like always. But this time its just so so much worse. "Made some dead weight- now you're gonna help me get rid of it. So!" Finally, though its been only a matter of seconds, he turns his gaze off of me and I'm glad. That gaze is far too heavy. "Ideas?"
Only for a moment am I lost for words, struggling to push anything out. "I... I'm sorry??"
His gaze returns to mine, but this time my eyes are hard as his are dark. "Help. Me. Get rid of her. Fucking. Body. Or do you want your dirty laundry aired for the whole community to hear?"
Before I can help myself, I let out a sharp laugh, only succeeding in making Freddy's scowl deeper. "Freddy- this secret's a lot bigger, then mine. Sure, I might get divorced- but you're going to prison!" Does he get that? He's g o i n g to j a i l. Crossing my arms, I try to avoid looking at my ex-friend's body. I cant. "I'm sure as hell not gonna be in there with you, for being an accomplice."
I really cant look at her... I can only focus on Freddy. And that takes a lot of energy- its taking everything in me, in fact. Everything I have. But I have to. If its him or her, there's no choice.
But... then a creepy smile spreads across his face- a vast polarity to the frustrated glower of before. It makes my blood run cold.
"Ohhhh..." He looks almost ferocious, even in his composed state. Like a monster. Like any moment a fanged, inhuman creature is going to burst out of him and I'm going to wake up, and this will have been a nightmare. A horrible nightmare. The kind where that creature haunts me for a long time, after its over. After this over.
He's going to haunt me.
"You must think this is my first time... " My heart turns to ice, mouth hanging a little open... what the fuck have I found myself a part of!? Suddenly all the children's disappearances on the news lately come to the forefront of my brain... "Sweetheart, give a man his dues. I'm a hard working kinda guy... " I watch his gaze flicker to a door - the back door? No... The basement door, - and when a filthy smirk pulls at his mouth, my heart flies up into my throat. God, it makes me feel sick. I want to be violently ill. "My first was my adoptive Dad... pretty sick, huh?"
The fact that he didn't say anything about the basement, makes my imagination go wild. I swallow it down, though.
I just need to get out of here, and never think about this again.
And to do that I need to help Freddy get rid of this goddamn body- and... probably... testify at court... As the panic starts to finally rise up in my, right up to fill my throat, I immediately take in a deep breath and slowly let it out. "Okay... " No time to freak out. Now's the time for action.
Gaze flickering to Loretta again, I try to acclimatise to the sight. I think its a lost cause, though. "How did you get rid of him? Your Dad?"
"No, that's not gonna work. He was a drunk dead beat, and I just had to tell the police some guy's he owed money to came over to the house." Freddy grins happily at the memory, but then just as quickly, scowls at his poor deceased wife's body- that certainly cant fight back. I just tack this onto the long list of reasons I hate him. "Lore's such a goddamn goody goody- we cant do the same thing. You don't think I woulda thought of that??"
"Hey." I snap, hands braced on my hips as I flash a glare his way. "This is not the time to get defensive!"
"Whatever... "
Then- suddenly, something occurs to me. Confused, I look around; A deeply horrified feeling disturbing my stomach. "Hold on... Where's your daughter?" Seeing no sign of her anywhere, I definitely start to panic again- especially when I look to Freddy and just see a pert look in his eyes as he looks back at me, a smile that strikes something horrid inside me. My eyes narrow. "You sick fuck- where the fuck is she!??"
"Under the bed."
"What the fuck does that mean!?" I exclaim, frustrated and freaking out. He did not- he did not! Killing your spouse is one thing, but the kid?? Your own kid??
I don't wait around for him to be cryptic some more, and rush right into the house to look for her. Under the bed, under the bed, under the fucking bed...? Which fucking bed!? Forcing ferocity out of my voice, I carefully call out to Kathy. Hoping to god she answers. I try to sound normal. Maybe a little bit cheerful; Excited.
But my voice wobbles.
"Kathy?? Sweetheart, its Y/N! Are you hiding? I have something for you... " ?? You have something for her, Y/N?? God... now you have to figure out some kind of treat.
You know what? Whatever. We'll figure that out later.
Lets just hope we aren't searching for a corpse. I'd definitely be sick, seeing a child... the way Loretta is...
Shaking my head and clenching my fists, I try to focus on Kathy.
I check under the bed in the guest room because it comes into view first and she isn't there, then her bedroom and she isn't there either... and get a sick feeling as soon as I enter the last bedroom. Freddy's and Loretta's.
God, I've never been in here before but its like a museum peace now. A horrible one. Like if you would walk into the Titanic... or the Borden house.
"Kathy? You in here?" Flicking on the light I kneel down on the ground, and check under the bed.
And something immediately crashes over me, as the sight of her covering her eyes down there. It isn't exactly relief, because this whole situation is still phenomenally fucked up for her, but I am selfishly glad to not have to see her body... crumpled, just like her mother.
"Hey sweetheart," My voice quivers slightly now, but I quickly swallow. No. No. Now, you must be strong Y/N. "Its just me. Your Daddy was looking for you, and couldn't find you! It got him worried!"
"I... I don't wanna see Daddy. He hurt Mommy." Kathy doesn't remove her hands from her face, and stays firmly by the wall- too far away for anyone to grab. My heart sinks.
Slowly straightening up again, I try to take that piece of information in. Turning to the doorway, I see Freddy there. he must have followed me. I didn't even notice. Slowly, and quietly ferociously, I say; "She saw?!"
He has the good sense to look embarrassed, even if it is just to make fun of me. "It was spur of the moment... " He shrugs. "I didn't have time to get a babysitter!"
What a fucking excuse. For gods sake.
I'm definitely dealing with a psycho- if that was even a question before now.
Swiftly, I look down under the bed again, because I'm afraid that if I continue to engage with him- I'll scream, and I'll lose my breath, and I'll scare Kathy even more. She's at the forefront of my mind; That's all I can think about.
But what to do with her after I get her out from under this bed, I don't know. I cant give her back to her father... but I cant hand her over to the police either because that would involve telling them about Loretta, and... Freddy will definitely kill me, for that.
This is a nightmare of a situation.
I'm just opening my mouth to say something - what, I don't know yet, - when she speaks, instead. "Is he there?"
"... Yes." I wont lie to her; That would be treating her with not nearly as much respect as she deserves.
When she takes a deep breath and rubs her eyes, as if just trying to keep herself together, my heart clenches. God... and to think I might not have picks up Freddy's call today. I would have been leaving her with this. For the first time today, I'm morbidly glad I came.
She speaks in that loud, hissy way that kids think is a whisper. "Can he... can you please make him go away?"
Immediately I straighten back up and look to Freddy again, my eyebrows raised halfway up my forehead. Like well? "Get out."
"I don't think you're in a position to make demands here, bi- "
"Do you want Kathy to live down there now!??" I snap, trying not to be scared. Not really feeling scared, actually. Just happy to have a reason to tell him to get the hell away from me.
A deep frown creases his mouth, deeply unhappy about the situation, but steps back. I only hear him step out of the way of the door, but its good enough. Quickly, I get up and close the door - fighting with myself not to slam it, - and lock it.
Then I return to the floor, and see this time Kathy has uncovered her eyes. She looks so small, smaller then she actually is, and she looks like she's shaking. Little red bows and piggy tails in her hair are messy from crawling under the bed. "He's gone, sweetheart. And I locked the door."
She just nods, so I take the silence as a chance to offer my hand to her. "Take my hand, sweetie? Come on out from under the bed. Its cold down there, and no one wants you getting sick." I need to upkeep the family friend bit, I need to sound caring and collected. I need her to trust me.
Her big eyes, not Loretta's colour or Freddy's, look nervous as hell. And she shakes her head.
Taking a deep breath, and I conjure all the sincerity as I can. And mean it. My eyes soften and I try really hard, to resent myself as someone trustworthy- which is hard, seeing as I've never really been that. I mean, I'm cheating on my husband. I told Carter today the same lie I told Harrison when i knew I was going to be late. The only person I think who knows the truth behind all my lies is Freddy. That says something about a person, that the only person who knows them is a psychopath.
But I want to, I need to, be good for this little girl. And there's no time for me turn my life around so it has to start with this. How fucked is that?
"... I promise, I'll take care of you. He wont hurt you."
After a few whole minutes, in which I stay silent because yes she's a child, but she's still thinking, she crawls over and takes my hand, letting me lead her out. Crawling into my lap as I cross my legs under her, she buries her face in my shirt- hiding. "You promise?"
Taking a deep breath, because I've really done it now, I offer my pinky for her to see if she turned her head. I know Freddy's listening to all of this through the wall, but I try not to freak out. "Pinky swear?"
"Pinky swear." She peaks out from my shirt, and curls her little finger around mine. Okay... "Y/N... I'm scared."
"Yeah... Me too, sweetie."
What am I going to do?
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