#Impulse is being a little shit to their mentors

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Fictober23 Prompt: 30 - "Are you with me?"

Fandom: DPxDC

Rating: G

Warnings: -

A/N: I had absolutely no idea what to do with this one… and it shows I think… also can this be considered crackish?

"Danny you ready?"

"Give me a second Red!"

"No time! Going live in…"

"Wait wait wait!"

"3..."

"I got the popcorn!"

"2…"

"What about the block against the Justice League?!"

"1…"

"Red locked them out of the system. Now get ready!!"

"Go!"

Danny blinked as he got pushed by Superboy in front of the camera Impulse was standing behind. Behind them was Wonder Girl giving him a thumbs up with one hand and holding up giant flash cards with her other one.

"Uh Hi?"

Impulse raised an eyebrow and moved his hand in a keep going motion. Nervously Danny rubbed his neck. He looked left and right as if looking for something until his eyes focused back onto the camera. He coughed, took a deep breath, unnecessary in phantom form but helpful to calm down, before smiling and touching his hands together at their fingertips.

"Ahem. Hello, hi. Now you might be wondering. Who the fuck is that guy to interrupt my Saturday night movie program. I am Phantom, the newest member of Young Justice. King of the Ghost Zone also known as the Infinite Realms. The Dimension that's pretty much gluing our entire reality together." He gave the camera a nervous smile before he continued. "I am here to tell you on behalf of the entirety of the Infinite Realms. That you humans, of this dimension…"

Danny took a deep breath, from the corner of his eyes he saw Superboy giving another keep going sign while Red Robin was checking something on his laptop, making sure none of their mentors was trying to cut short their live feat over the entire world as well as that the subtitles worked for different language countries.

"...well you humans suck." Danny said as he breathed out, closing his eyes and pausing for a moment to let his message sink in. "Look, I get it. It's always hard finding something new, seeing change but come on. Anti-Ecto Acts? Was that necessary?"

He waved his hand around like he was thinking to find the right words while peaking at the flash card Wonder Girl was holding up.

"Like come on, can't you humans get your act together? Why hunt down an entire species just because they are different? You humans are already constantly at war with each other, aside from the idiocy of that, do you really have to add interdimensional war to that list?"

Danny chuckled nervously ignoring the additional flash card Impulse was now holding up to make him call out some of the humans' crimes against, the list mostly containing petty things Impulse didn't like. "Just so you know. I am barely keeping my council from declaring the dimensional one by the way." He added instead.

"Now you all are probably wondering what the hell this random ghost hero is talking about with no solution." He glanced to the side. " Well I have one."

Danny coughed into his hand and right his stance. "Dogs."

He held out his arms and Cujo appeared out of nowhere jumping into them. Off camera Wonder Girl coed. His ghost puppy had pretty much charmed all his hero friends since day one.

"They are loyal, awesome, cute and every beings best friend. Ancients even Superman has one!" Danny said smiling as he held up Cujo into the camera, he was glad he had remembered to infuse Red Robin's equipment with ectoplasm so the broadcast wouldn't get distorted.

"It's something we can all agree on. So, are you with me? Let's discard these stupid acts and all focus on the cuteness of little beings like him? How could anyone want to destroy his entire existence!"

"SHIT!" Red Robin cursed loudly off Camera and Danny blinked head turning towards his direction. "B got our location! Oracle ratted us out and is about to shut down the broadcast!"

"What this soon?! We didn't even get to the juicy parts yet!" Impulse complained loudly and Danny nervously faced the camera.

"Uh… Yea so.. No Anti-Ecto Acts and pro Dogs!" He summed up liften a encouraging fist up as Cujo barked happily in his arms.

"ETA 2! We need to bolt!" Red Robin shouted as Wonder Girl Rushed across the camera to open the window on the other side. Superboy was already picking up Red Robin and Impulse was gone before Red had even finished his sentence.

Phantom gave the camera one nervous smile as Cujo jumped out of his arms. "For the record. This broadcast was brought to you by sleep deprived Red and our opinion that the Justice League is taking too long!"

The next second phantom was seen rushing off to the side most likely following the others a moment later a crash was heard in the distance before the camera tilted and fell to the side. The broadcast was cut off at that point.

Unknown to the audience, a group of young hero's was rushing away from there not so secret broadcasting location, trying to escape their mentors that were not happy about their kids trying to take matters into their own hands just because 'the adults are taking to long'.

#fictober23 #danny fenton #dp x dc #danny phantom #dpxdc #tim drake #conner kent #bart allan #cassie sandsmark #young justice #I have no idea what I was thinking while writing this... #the kids have enough of waiting #they decided to do a broadcast for a good cause #it was Tim's sleep deprived idea #everyone just rolled with it #it was crazy enough of an idea to work #their mentors didn't know #they are in big trouble now #Justice League is taking to long to get rid of the Anti-Ecto Acts #probably crackish #the teens have chaos energy that needs to live

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Captain Levi One Shot

A/N : Takes place like 10 years before the AOT universe, please don’t fact check my shit I know some of it doesn’t line up with cannon lmao. In this Petra is not yet a part of squad Levi.

I’m thinking about doing a series of one shots for this version of Levi x reader but would love some feedback!

26f reader x 29m captain Levi

content warning: alcohol , hangover vomiting (so sorry), blood, minor injuries, masturbation (both f and m)

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You had worked so damn hard. You had worked so hard for almost 10 years to get where you are.

Graduating as a part of the 95th corps of cadets, (#3 in your class none the less), you took on the challenge joining the scouts. You took on the challenge of knowing your best friends, your adopted family, would die. You could’ve had a cushy life as an MP and never lay an eye on a titan but no, you just had to be brave.

10 years is a long time to last as a scout. Only a few have lasted longer and you’re wondering when it’ll be your turn. You’re nearly 26 at this point, are you going to have to slow down?

Your superiors decided to throw you a party for hitting the 10 year mark. A get together at a pub in town that closed for an evening to be private for all scouts and military that wanted to come. The ones left of your cadet class came, plus most of the scouts since you were a friendly face and a great mentor.

Hange and Petra were two of your closest friends, they made you a cake! Everyone else was buying you drinks and having a great time. You made your rounds to thank everyone for coming and say hi.

You go up to the table in the corner last, being the most intimidating of the group. Captain Erwin, and a few from his troop were seated including Miche, Gunther, Tomas, Eld, and Dieter. Oh, and the dark storm cloud in the corner, Levi. Captain Levi.

Something about that man, you can’t tell if it pissed you off or if you were attracted to his stormy look. He has only been in the scouts for a few years but, he has far surpassed everyone to earn the title of Captain and earn the special operations squad. He didn’t have a ton of respect as a leader, considering his past which always came about in hushed whispers and stolen glances.

“Ah Miss L/N!” Erwin booms as he watches you approach the table “the celebrity of the evening has graced us with her presence!” Yeah, he’s definitely had a few drinks. You give most of the table a hug before Erwin booms “Excuse me,,, Excuse Me! Yeah I’d like to make a toast to celebrate one amazing scout, y/n l/n”

He turns you around to face everyone in the pub and you catch Levi’s eye for a second, letting a soft smile show. Your drinks and shots everyone had been buying you are catching up and you catch yourself blushing at Levi’s lingering eyes on you. If only you knew why.

As Erwin goes on a great toast speech about how much you’ve grown in 10 years, how great you are, etc. you can’t help but feel immense pride, something you’re not used to as a rather insecure person. Then your attention gets roped back in as Erwin places his hands on your shoulders give you a little shake like a proud dad.

“So to finish my toast, I want to congratulate miss l/n on becoming the newest member of the special operations squad under captain Levi.”

Your jaw drops as the pub errupts in loud cheers turning around to give Erwin a huge hug, since he is the highest rank here commander shadis must have trusted him with this information.

The raven haired stoic man stands up from his seat and comes closer to you and gives you a crisp salute which you mirror back. Probably not as crisp with the way you feel a little wavy. He then sticks his hand out for a handshake as you grab ahold he speaks, “welcome to the team kid.”

You smile at him “Thank you sir! The pleasure is mine!” He’s going to teach you to be less formal with him eventually but appreciates your response for the time being.

You are both surprised at your impulsive decision of deciding to wrap your arms around his neck, giving him an enthusiastic hug. You swear you feel his chest let out a chuckle but hear him grunt, “tch, get off”. You pull away ready to apologize but see a little smirk on his face as he sits back down. All of Erwin’s table saw the encounter and chose to avoid eye contact. As you giddy-ly ran over to Hange and Petra to celebrate.

The rest of the night consisted of singing, dancing, drink-offs with some of the men, and if you weren’t crazy you could’ve sworn Levi was keeping a close eye on you.

Once closing time hits you and some of the scouts you were close with stumbled back to your base. Levi, Erwin, and Miche suspiciously decided to leave just as you were. Following not too closely behind you.

—

As you get back to your room and ready for bed you stumble a little as you put on your pajamas of a tshirt, no bra, and booty shorts. You’re humming to yourself as you put the uniform from today aside to wash and about to crawl in your bed that looks soooo comfy when

*knock knock knock* gently taps on your door

Assuming it is Petra or Hange drunk you giggle walking up to the door. You swing open the old wood, creaking to your surprise is your new captain.

“Soldier. Sorry for stopping uh unannounced. I wanted to give you this since you looked like you had fun tonight. Integration starts tomorrow at 8 AM.”

You form a salute, right hand over your breast as your dainty nipples show through your white tshirt. He pretends not to notice, suppressing the urge to look at your body he has never seen outside of uniform.

“Thank you captain. I hope you sleep well. Goodnight,” your voice sounds like silk although raspy from singing and yelling all night. Nobody has ever wished him a good nights sleep and he is a little dumbfounded. “Goodnight l/n” he whispers as you gently shut the door on him.

He brought you fruit and some water in a nice basket, surely that will help with your hangover that you’ll have to figure out by 8 am. You think of all the things people whisper about Captain Levi, how he’s a heartless monster, incapable of feelings, barely human. You can’t believe them and decide to put your utmost respect into your captain, wondering how he put together something special like this in such a short notice.

—

The next morning you are awake at the break of daylight, about 7 am. This gives you an hour to get cleaned up eat and get to the training grounds, but god do you feel like shit. As you’re about to get in the shower you feel your stomach bubbling and make it just in time to the bucket to throw up. Well throwing up sucks, but at least you feel a tiny bit better. You get a rather quick shower and throw your hair into a low bun with some pieces sticking out and put on your uniform. Eating an apple and drinking water that Levi brought you in the early hours of the morning. You decide ultimately that this is your fault for drinking too much, and hope since it is the first day of integration Levi would take it easy on you.

Oh, how you were so wrong.

“L/n, you look like shit.” Your captain spits harshly.

“My apologies captain.” You say not looking him directly in the eyes with your hand over chest in salute.

“10 laps around the field to get started.” Oh god you have to run while hungover, but you can’t tell him no. Maybe this is some type of test to him? He knows how much you drank last night because he was keeping a watchful eye on his new team member. You begin running as Miche and Levi chat, quietly enough you can’t hear them over the pounding in your head.

Just as you hit the sixth lap you feel a bubbling in your tummy again. Oh no, not in front of him. Before you can even try to hide it, you’re doubled over throwing up the rest of the contents in your stomach.

And then, silence. No Miche and Levi chatting, no background noise from the base, just silence. This has to be a test. He wants to see if you’ll keep going or give up on the very first exercise. You use the backside of your jacket sleeve to wipe your face and begin the 6th lap. You’re half done, just push through.

As someone who typically doesn’t struggle too much with running you are shocked at your inability to hold yourself to a high standard this morning. You nearly collapsed as you finished the 10th lap. Bent over with your hands on your knees you wait for Captain Levi to address you.

“Next you’ll be timed on your ODM gear maneuvering through the dummies.” Your face goes pale at the thought of flying through the air right now, but you don’t have a choice. “Yes sir” you respond breathlessly standing up fully again.

You don’t notice the goosebumps that appear on Levi’s skin when you call him Sir or Captain, and he tries to ignore them. Watching as you strap on your ODM gear as you struggle with a particular thigh strap, he sulks over, looking down at your gear. Your big eyes look back up at him, still fumbling your fingers at the same time.

“Here,” he takes over where your hands were, grasping the leather straps tightly and fastening it together so that it squeezes your nice thighs just enough.

“You look like shit,” he says lowly, finally making eye contact with you.

“I’m so sorry sir, is there something wrong with my uniform? How can I fix it?” You ask like a good subordinate.

“Don’t drink the night before training.” He says turning around not looking at you anymore.

You scoff in disbelief at his words, and he waits for your next move.

“My apologies again Captain, but I was not aware of my promotion until last night and not aware of this training until I was already home from the pub. I think it’s rather unfair to-” you’re cut off by the lightning quick movements of the captain who is now gripping your collar of your uniform jacket, almost lifting you off your seat.

“Rule number one - don’t talk back to me” he growls inches from your face.

“Rule number two - always be prepared as a part of squad Levi. We are the special operations squad for a reason, we could leave at a moments notice.”

“Rule number three - you must always look and act your best for training.”

All the while he spoke down to you staring into your eyes. You didn’t dare looking away from the steel gray eyes boring into yours. “Yes sir” you squeak out. He drops your shirt collar, brushing off the wrinkles he just created. And your ass collided back down with the bench you were sitting on. He begins to walk away with a “I’ll be waiting” as he heads towards the wooded area of the training grounds.

You’re trying to wrap your head around what just happened and how your superior talked to you like that when most of this was out of your control completely.

It was then you realized this morning was all one big test. To see how much you needed to be broken down in order for him to build you back up and form you into one of his soldiers.

But you didn’t ask for this promotion, you didn’t receive a warning, you didn’t even get to say bye to your old squad leader.

You try your best to hold your head high, cleaning your blades as you walk in the directly Levi walked a minute ago. Trying to push down all of the demons punishing you for your actions from last night. Mentally you need to get with it if you’re going to prove yourself to Levi this morning that you’re fit to be a part of his squad. You don’t think he’s ever watched you before, at least not in battle, per your knowledge. The last thing you need is him thinking you are a weak link in his group.

You finally approach him at the beginning of the course, trying to maintain cool headedness and confidence. After all you’ve done this course thousands of times over 10 years in the scouts. I mean, they change it sometimes but not by a whole lot.

Not even looking over at you Captain Levi says “I’ll start the stopwatch when you start going. Miche is on the other side to signal a flare once you make it to the end.”

You nod to your self, stretching your back and neck a little before you go. You bound off the ground propelling with as much speed as you can. Your technique is a little different from most, whereas you don’t necessarily have as much speed as you do strength. Your cuts are so deep and clean on the nape of the titan that you are sure fire a kill if you can just get there. You move easily from side to side due to your core strength and kind of look like a mix of a ballerina and a ninja on your good days. Your technique is just weird enough they don’t let you help teach the new recruits.

Flying, adjusting to the new dummies that pop up, it actually feels pretty nice and comforting to help your hangover. You finish the course with ease but your ODM gear fails to hook on one side as you hit the last row of trees. You’re thrown off balance and end up hitting the tree Miche was leaning on with a thud. Luckily, as soon as you made contact Miche shot the flare so you would get a better time, but you lay on the ground groaning. A little blood dripping out of your eyebrow and nose, and cuts on the arms of your uniform.

Levi had already begun swinging to where the ending point was but began speeding up after he ended the timer. He landed on his feet so elegantly and precise, making Miche laugh. Neither of the men helped you up for a minute as you laid there with your hand over your face, red from embarrassment but reminding you that you may throw up again or pass out at any moment.

“3 minutes 9 seconds. Not bad for…your current condition” he says leaning down to look at your face. “You’ll be doing this again when you’re through with your hangover, and I expect it to be spotless. With a much better landing.”

“Yes captain,” you groan. Not being able to hold yourself together much at this point. He grabs a cloth out of his pocket and hands it to you. You do your best to clean the eyebrow and whatever nose wound you have, it may very well be broken.

“Up next is hand to hand combat. Since you are already torn up, I’ll let you chose who you fight against rather than myself, but it has to be someone from the squad.”

The rest of the team was finishing up breakfast walking out to the grounds that hand to hand combat training usually takes place. You were supposed to meet the team and then get your ass handed to you by Levi, but I guess he’s feeling nice watching you try to twist your nose back to its original place. As you finally stand up off the hard ground you stumble a few steps before bending over to throw up one last time. Levi happened to catch you off balance and patted your back while you dry heaved a little.

Levi, the clean freak, comforting you? After you just fucked up your integration training? You brush it off and size up your potential opponents as you want over. You then realize, you’re the first woman to be a part of squad Levi . Is that why the captain is making you do all this? A sexist power move to make you feel inferior to the rest?

The squad is chatting as the three of you walk up to them and fall silent, all eyes on you. Levi brushes past you “everyone this is y/n l/n, she will be joining the special operations squad effective immediately. Right now she is sizing all of you up to see who she can handle in hand to hand combat.” You do your best to remain confident and not shy away as all the well accomplished men look over to you.

“Captain Levi” you pipe up with less courage than you thought you had.

“Yes?” He raises an eyebrow at you.

“I want to go against you, Captain.”

The whole crowd of men goes silent, they think you have a death wish or maybe you already hit your head too hard given the dried blood already on your face.

“Fair enough l/n, I’ll give you a few minutes to get ready.” He takes off his uniform cape and jacket and set it neatly down next to where all the men are standing. You are busy unstrapping your ODM gear, moving to the side so you can set it down gently. You sign when you take all of it off, feeling 15 pounds lighter. You following Levi’s suit, you take off your uniform jacket as well.

This leaves both of you in your white button up shirts. You size Levi up and down, trying to determine when his weak spots are. You see the way his biceps move under the tight shirt as he undoes his cravat. The men of squad Levi are still just men, most of them looking at the way some of the buttons on the chest of your shirt are a little too snug so to your growing tits. You note to yourself to get the next size up shirt when you feel this happen.

You and Levi both walk to the center of the training grounds with most of squad Levi surrounding and a few others that happened to be walking around on this crisp Saturday morning. Levi gets settled in a fighting stance and you follow as he does. “Begin” he says in his low emotionless voice. You step closer to him to begin throwing attacks towards his upper body, most getting blocked but an attempt to elbow his side proved efficient. He throws a series of hits towards you and you manage to dodge a few of them, but are struggling to breathe after a solid punch to the stomach. You think this is a pretty fair match up until he says “tch is that all you have? I’m getting bored.” He speeds up his hit combos, giving you less time in between to recover as you do your best to land a kick on him. His reaction time is way better than yours, grabbing your right ankle and flipping you through the air to have you fall onto your back. You see stars as your head collides with the ground. He has not rendered you out yet, grabbing your arm and twisting it go go behind your back, using the fake little dagger they use for training and press it to your neck. Luckily, you both were facing away from the crowd of people.

“You really thought you could take me? I even gave you the option to fight someone else and you were so cocky you thought you could beat me? Tch, your form and performance today disgusts me. Dismissed.”

Levi stands up and walks back towards the barracks by himself, not talking with anyone and rather pissy it seems. The men left there disperse as you lay on your back trying to fight back tears, your hands covering your face. As soon as the coast is clear Hange and Petra run to your side. “We were watching from the building to see what would happen… I’m so sorry y/n”

So embarrassed, the only reaction you have is to grunt as they help you stand and help you back over to where your room is.

You collapse as they help you get into your room, exhausted and defeated.

“Y/n… do you wanna talk about it?” Petra asks softly playing with your dirt filled hair, head hanging in your hands as your slouched up against your desk.

“Please, I love you guys just I need to be alone,” you say back to them, and without looking up you hear them shuffle out and close the door.

You sit there with your head racing, trying to figure out where you went wrong. Yes, you were drunk last night but you didn’t even do that on purpose! And he could’ve told you earlier in the night so you could’ve stopped drinking and went to bed earlier yes, but he didn’t? This had to be a sick test.

What if Levi didn’t know you were joining his squad and this was some plan from the higher ups? What if Captain Levi didn’t want you on his squad at all and was trying to punish you today?

What if this is some type of hazing to get into the squad? And if you show up the next day or last a week you pass?

Why did your ODM gear fail? It had never done that to you before.

And yet, you still couldn’t bring yourself to dislike the stoic man.

You gather the strength and your belongings and head to the showers. Not lifting your head, you walk blindly the hallways to the showers, having walked the same way for 5 years since your 5 year anniversary when you were given your upgraded room. As part of your promotion, you were given access to the superior showers, dedicated to veterans and officers. As you’re about to knock on the door to see if it is occupied, the door swings open.

Of course Captain Levi had just showered, because he had come inside earlier than you and didn’t have to sulk about his performance. You do your best to muster up a smile and move out of the way for him to leave. You can’t help but look over his sculpted shoulders and biceps, down to his chiseled abs, and the v-line with a happy trail up the middle connecting to the pristine white towel covering the rest.

“L/n,” he says with no emotion, “showers all yours.” He remains looking at your face, noting the eye bags and bloodshot eyes. You must have been crying after your performance today, he thinks to himself. Combined with the dried blood around your eyebrow and nose, he thinks you’ll need a long while in there to recupe.

You nod to him, he walks away and you can’t help but notice his little back dimples as well. You proceed with getting undressed and warming the shower up, ready to sit on the shower floor and cry more. Peeling off the dirty white shirt that will need scrubbed and feeling the cold air against your skin was like stripping off the fuck ups of this morning. You relax under the hot water, watching all the dirt and blood wash down the drain.

Your exhaustion and embarrassment from the morning take over and you begin to sob, crying like you never have before. Not even holding it back, if someone was walking past they surely could hear it. You’re not even sure what you’re technically upset about the most, but right now crying is just what helps. At this point you’re leaning on the tile, out of breath, hiccuping like a child that just finished screaming for their lost mother. You work up the strength to begin washing your long hair foaming shampoo into it and scrubbing. After conditioning and washing your body you are officially exhausted. Wrapping in your two towels and begin the walk back to your room which luckily wasn’t too far. Maybe that’s why Captain Levi also wore his towel leaving the shower.

As you return to your room you look at the fruit Levi brought you last night and sigh. Why would he do that just to kick your ass? You throw on some comfy clothes and crawl back in bed with wet hair, drifting off for a nap.

—

Waking in the early afternoon, you stretch and yawn as you climb out of bed. You begin getting dressed to go to dinner in some of your casual clothes, luckily you don’t have to wear your uniform on weekends. You opt for a button up baby blue flowy dress with a navy sweater over top and your non-work boots.

Assessing the damage of your face in the mirror, you notice the bruises forming around your eyebrow and your nose. You have some scrapes up and down your arms which is why you chose to wear the sweater over. Your body aches. After all the years you’ve spent as a scout you’ve hardly ever had injuries this bad. Never from training though.

As you’re about to head out the door you notice a letter slipped under your door. You assume it is a silly note from Hange trying to lighten your mood. Your grin fades as you see who has signed at the bottom.

“L/n,

Please come to my office after dinner to discuss your performance today.

Captain Levi”

Your stomach sinks. In all these years you’ve never been called to your superiors office. You slip the letter in your bra under your dress and begin to walk to go to dinner.

Luckily Hange and Petra are already seated and you try to slip in without anyone acknowledging you. Given the ass beating you received this morning with a lot of the scouts watching, they can’t help but grimace at your bruised face. You opt for some soup, bread, and vegetables and sit down avoiding eye contact of your peers. Hange and Petra go silent as they watch you take your first few bites.

“Y/n,” hange says gently, “you look awful.”

You do your best to fake a smile to her, pretending like nothing is wrong. “Y/n, please don’t pretend like you’re fine…we’re here to talk,” Petra adds.

“I am fine. I had a bad day of training and I was hungover. I am perfectly fine and will be better by Monday.” You snap back at the both of them. With that they decide to change the topic, and talk about events that are happening in the town square tomorrow. Something about a show and food vendors and lanterns, it’s supposed to be a pretty big deal.

“Do you want to go y/n?” Hange perks up, crossing her fingers that you’ll say yes.

“Maybe, hopefully tomorrow will be better than today.” You try regaining your positivity and friendliness everyone knows you for.

“Someone put a letter under my door while I was napping.” You suddenly change the topic. Petra and Hange look at you with eyebrows raised.

“Captain Levi wants to see me in his office after dinner,” you whisper so nobody around you can hear. “What if I’m getting kicked off for my performance today?”

“I’m sure that’s the last thing it is.” hange says rolling her eyes and taking a huge bite of her bread. Petra sighs, “y/n, don’t look but him and Erwin have been staring at you and whispering this whole dinner.”

Of course you look up to meet steel gray eyes looking back into your own. Instead of shying away you hold eye contact, letting him be the one to break first and turning to Miche on the other side of Erwin.

“I’m not some sad puppy. I’m not going to let one bad day in 10 years determine my future. If Captain Levi wants me to put up a fight, then so be it. Just because I’m the first girl on his squad doesn’t mean I’m going to sit back and take their shit.” You are gaining your confidence back and are not going to falter and beg Levi to let you stay.

“We got the old y/n back,” Hange taunts to Petra, nudging you in the arm. You smile and ask them, “so what are your plans for tonight?”

—

After dinner you head back to your room to put a little makeup on. If this meeting goes well maybe you’ll go into town with Hange and Petra for a girls night. You find yourself wanting to look pretty, just in case, although you never cared about that before.

Levi is more than likely in his office now, as you watched him get up to leave shortly after you had the eye contact stand off. His office and sleeping quarters are just down the hall from you. You push down the butterflies growing within your stomach and sweaty palms as you grow closer to the door. You decide to stand there for a few seconds to control how fast your heart is beating and regain your composure.

However, in the time you stand there you hear noises from inside his office.

Typically if Captain Levi is in, he leaves the door opened a crack so people can welcome themselves in, but this time his door is completely shut. You decide to lean your ear up to the door to see if you actually heard something inside his room. Groaning and a slick noise can be heard, and you immediately blush backing away as quietly as possible.

Before you decide to turn around and go back to your room, your curiosity gets the better of you. You return your ear up to the door. Does Captain Levi have a girl over? Is it someone in the scouts? Your mind wanders as you listen to his beautiful groans and…wait… he’s by himself. Oh my god he’s jacking himself off. You hear him sliding his hand over his cock repeatedly.

You know this is wrong, you know you should walk away and pretend this never happened. But yet, you find a different type of butterflies growing in your stomach now. Not the nervous ones, but the horny ones. You’ve never thought about the captain like this and you know you shouldn’t but his voice is so damn sexy.. and the way you saw the water drop off his body after his shower today… you can’t help but imagine what he looks like right now.

“….y/n…” you hear the faintest moan come through the door and all the color drains from your cheeks. Does he know you’re standing there? No there’s no way he could. He’s getting off thinking about you. But isn’t that kind of fucked up considering everything he put you through today? Maybe he’s attracted to you and that’s how you got on squad Levi and it wasn’t your skills at all.

Your brain grows foggy, not being able to focus on all the ‘what if’s’ anymore but only able to focus on the heat growing between your legs. The speed of his strokes and the frequency of his heavy breathing indicates he is getting close. You feel yourself clench around nothing and right when you’re about to leave you hear it again.

“Fuck, y/n…” so faintly yet you couldn’t have imagined it, not twice. You hear a deep groan as you assume is him spilling his seed. Your mind can’t help wonder where he came, and what his cock looks like, and what he tastes like.

With that you are walking away from his door as quietly as possible and hurriedly walking back to your own. As soon as you’ve made it to your room, your cheeks flushed and so horny you can’t think about anything else. You lock the door and throw yourself onto the bed, pulling up your dress around your waist and lowering your panties. You haven’t relieved yourself in so long and you haven’t been touched by someone else in a few weeks. You run your delicate fingers up and down your slit gathering your wetness to spread it around your clit. Rubbing in small circles you let out a meek moan. The only thing taking up space in your horny brain right now is Captain Levi and the past 10 minutes that took place. You start pushing two fingers in and out of your tight hole thinking if it was him fingering you how it would feel. Would he talk down to you like he did when you were training this morning? The thought of that turns you on to a whole new level. You continue to get yourself off when you hear a distant pair of footsteps in the hallway. You can’t be bothered by how foggy your brain is to care if someone hears you. The cute squelching noises your pussy is making would be enough to send any man over the edge. Your climax is building up so fast you don’t notice how the footsteps come to a stop outside of your door. After another minute of keeping up your movements your orgasm washes over you and you can’t help but let out a throaty “Leeviii” as you feel your back arch off the bed.

You put your panties back on, wiping your hands off on a towel in your room and are finally catching your breath when there is a soft knock on the door.

Good god, the footsteps in the hallway, did someone just hear all that? You look in the mirror to check yourself before opening the door. It looks like you just ran a mile with the way your chest is moving and the blush that creeps across your chest up to your cheeks.

You unlock and open the door to find Captain Levi standing there arms crossed. Trying to hide the mortified expression on your face as the reality sinks in of the past 30 minutes you stutter as you go to greet him, “Captain Levi! How can I help you?” Smiling at him with a glow on your face post orgasm.

“I believe you received the note to see me in my office after dinner,” he sternly responds not an emotion in his eyes. Surely if he had heard you he would’ve at least blushed or something?

“Oh y-yes Captain. I’m so sorry, I stopped by but you were-” you cut yourself off realizing what you were about to say. “Um your door was closed so I was going to stop by again in a few minutes,” you hurriedly finish your thoughts, not being able to maintain eye contact with your superior.

“Ah well, I’m free now so if you wouldn’t mind joining me.” If you’re not mistaken he just smirked at you? Is he playing mind games with you? No there’s no way he knew you were outside of his door, but maybe he did hear you moaning.

“Yes sir,” you follow behind him as he begins the walk to his office.

Either Captain Levi is the cockiest motherfucker in the scouts or he is absolutely oblivious. Or is he a master manipulator? All of your thoughts race as you approach his door again. All the meanwhile you think about how you still can’t hate him.

As you enter into his quaint office you take in the scent of tea spices, a well organized desk and bookshelf, and a small table. You notice a garbage can under the desk with tissues in it and can’t help but wonder…

“Can I offer you some tea?” He asks, walking over to a door on the other side of the room with a tea kettle. “Yes please,” you respond and he goes through the door, which must lead to his sleeping quarters and some type of stove to heat water.

“Please have a seat,” he motions to the small table that has some scouts paperwork on it as he enters back into the room. “It’ll take a few minutes for the water to heat.” You nod, sitting as you try to keep your nerves under control. He is walking around the near space tidying belongings and disappears in the next room again. He comes back with a blanket and some firewood. Lighting a fire in the small fireplace. He hands you the blanket, “‘m sorry it gets cold in here when the sun goes down.” You nod to him placing it on your lap as you hear the tea kettle boiling in the next room over. Does he do this when he meets with all his subordinates? Surely not…. Unless he is as nice as you suspected he was?

Captain Levi returns with a tray with two tea cups the boiling water and a variety of tea bags. “Would you like to pick?” He holds the selection out to you. “Whatever you recommend, I don’t know a lot about tea,” you try to lighten the room with a little giggle but his face remains stoic as he picks two of the same tea bags, setting them aside before placing the tea cups on the table, filling them with the hot water and placing the tea bags in the cups. He sits down at the seat next diagonal from you at the square table, so you both are facing the fire. He then grabs the blanket off your lap, spreading it out so it covers both of you. Everything he does is so calculated, and you are at the edge of your seat to find out more about him and what this meeting is about.

Captain Levi sips his tea first.

He sighs and states without looking at you, “I’m sorry about this morning.”

“Please sir, don’t apologize, I understand it was my fault and I will do better.” You do your best to keep a positive smile on your face even though he isn’t looking at you.

“Another thing about being on my team, don’t fucking lie to me. I’d rather you tell me you’re miserable and hate my guts than be fake to me.”

You are taken aback by his words, you have never heard a captain or high rank want to be addressed less formally. “I-I’m sorry?” You stutter out. He ignores your apology. “Our squad eats every meal together. We all have our rooms around the same area which won’t be a problem since you’re not too far from here anyways. We train 6 days a week unless there is a mission or some sort of order from the higher ups. I highly advise no more drinking and no more romantic involvement with any men..er women I guess.” Still not speaking directly at you he is just holding his tea cup to his lips, not by the handle but holding his hand over top the rim.

“Yes, Captain.” You nod, and he finally looks over to you, studying your face. You grow self conscious until he says, “How is your face feeling? That looked like quite the tumble.” You chuckle, touching your eyebrow. “I think it looks worse than it is. I think I was more embarrassed than anything,” you shrug taking a sip of your tea.

“I know you probably think I’m out to get you, given your experience this morning.” He says still looking in your eyes. Before he finishes his thought you cut him off, “oh not at all sir!”

Levi ignores your objection, continuing, “We have to be the best. I treat my team like brothers. We’ll I guess..erm..sister now too.” He looks away with what looks like a slight pinkness on his cheeks.

“You’ve been in the Scouts for longer than most of our team. You have a good head on your shoulders, I just need to make sure you can keep up with us physically. That’s why I wanted to see how your injuries were holding up this evening.”

You nod, as this feels like a mental game of chess. Captain Levi survived in the underground for years, he is calculated, sharp, even scary smart.

“I’d like for you to choose someone to practice your hand to hand combat skills with over the next few integration trainings. You were pretty good but you have to get great.”

“Yes Captain… would you mind helping me with it? I’d like to learn from the best.” You grin and blush up at him.

“Are you trying to kiss my ass L/n? It’s going to take a lot more than flattery to get on my good side.” He looks over at you with a slight smirk on his face and a playful tone, one of the first times you’ve ever seen him like this.

“Then what else would it take? To get on your good side?” You dare start flirting with your captain, feeling awfully bold and somewhat unhinged after all the events that have taken place today.

“You’ll have to figure that out yourself,” he says in a low, sultry tone as his eyes look from yours down to your lips and back. He reaches his hand over and you freeze, but he wipes off some tea from the corner of your lip and retreats his hand back.

“So I have to ask… since you said you stopped by earlier. I heard some footsteps approach my door while I was attending to some … personal matters.. and it seems they stopped and listened for a few minutes. You didn’t happen to see who it was did you?” Levi smirks staring at the fireplace, knowing he has caught you red handed as your face blushes hard.

“Next time, just knock. I could have used some assistance. It sounded like you needed some to,” he has a shit eating cocky grin, being the master manipulator he is looking over to you with your jaw dropped.

Link to part 2

#levi x reader #levi x fem!reader #levi smut #levi ackerman #aot x reader #attack on titan x reader #attack on titan #snk #snk levi

[thecleverqueer]

Y’all.

The point of the Clone Wars flashback in the Ahsoka series was partially fan service. Yes. But, those of you that are mad that Obi-Wan and Cody and Waxer and Boil and Mace Windu and Ursa Wren and Gar Saxon and Maul and Bo-Katan Kryze and Rook Cast weren’t in it missed the whole goddamned point of the flashback, so let me explain:

Everyone has bitched tirelessly about Ahsoka being stoic and reserved and “not like herself” (I will die on the “she’s in her forties…leave my baby girl alone… she’s tired, sore and premenopausal…” hill, still…)

Ultimately, she’s been “out of character” because she was carrying all of the Anakin trauma around like a two hundred pound weight on her shoulders. She blamed herself, and she feared who she was so much so that she was unwilling to get close to others and spread the wisdom that the years have afforded her…something a Jedi just does. She couldn’t bring herself to do it.

Enter this sequence… the moment she FINALLY lets go of the Anakin guilt/ hang ups.

I knew something like this was coming. Some moment that changed her back to the more recognizable Ahsoka. The one that embraced her friends. The one that was willing to share the lessons that she learned with others. The one that would have loved to have a padawan of her own. The one that wasn’t always running away, being flaky.

This was it. And, there were two big takeaways from the moment.

1.) Anakin was always Vader, and Vader was always Anakin… and she had nothing to do with that. Her leaving the order played literally no role. It wasn’t on her. It never was. He was already teetering on that line way before she entered his life. I mean, he slaughtered an entire village of Tuskens down to the last woman and child. He said and did questionable shit to Ahsoka herself too throughout their time together. Was he like a brother to her? Sure. Was he borderline abusive at times? Also, yes. Regardless, her eyes were opened in that first battle…where he basically told her to fight or die. Fair, under the circumstances… still, Ahsoka was trained to be a Jedi, not a murderer. Anakin relished in it. She didn’t really, especially when it came to losing her own men in battle. The clones were her friends, her brothers. Anakin didn’t seem to give a shit about the clones. Unsurprising.

2.) She realized that it wasn’t just Anakin’s legacy that she would carry on. She has her own legacy. It doesn’t have to be one of death and destruction. Is Ahsoka a lot like Anakin? Yes. She’s impulsive, hot-headed, stubborn, emotional, and intense, but that’s not all. Ahsoka is caring, patient, understanding, and loving in a compassionate sense. She’s grown wise, strong and sage. Anakin isn’t the only part of her line and that legacy… Obi-Wan is a part. Qui-Gon is a part. Yoda is a part. Ahsoka is a little bit of all of them. It made her realize that she’s so much more than just a warrior. She’s a great Jedi like the ones that came before her. Inevitably, she has a choice. She can choose not to serve the dark, despite it being part of that legacy, and she can pass on what she has learned without fear.

The moment was about just that. It wasn’t meant to actually be an episode of The Clone Wars. The flashback served a very specific purpose as laid out above. There are 133 episodes of The Clone Wars if you want to watch a Clone Wars episode with all the characters of the Clone Wars. This moment was about Ahsoka overcoming her guilt and fear caused by Anakin becoming what he became so that Ahsoka could actually embrace who she is. Specifically.

Now we have a happy, more well-rounded, Gandalf-like Ahsoka that has slayed her Balrog. Now we get to see her be the Jedi she has always been inside. Now we will see her be there for her friends. Now we will see her mentor and share her wisdom and teach the ways of the ones that came before her without fear.

#star wars #ahsoka tano #the clone wars #ahsoka series #ahsoka spoilers #pro jedi #anakin skywalker #shadow warrior #because some of you missed the whole ass point #battle of ryloth #siege of mandalore #ahsoka the white

[evesaintyves]

I just love the way you write Tonks, she's so much bolshy and dirty and crass, she feels like a real auror and an actual badass that people wouldn't want to mees with! I liked Tonks in books but I admit I was a bit bored by her 'cutesy sweetheart' personality..

thank you so much, that's such a kind thing to say! ❤️ i'm gonna ramble about this a bit if you don't mind!

obviously i extrapolate a lot, but i think there are seeds of that bolshiness etc in canon. from her very first scene we see Tonks kind of talking shit about Harry's house (and her parents!) and giving her mentor, a pretty intimidating dude, guff in front of everyone. she stands up to Remus when he deadnames her (though i agree with the common fanon interpretation that they're flirting a bit in that exchange). she's introduced as a character who speaks her mind and doesn't take any shit*. all of that is on a mission and in front of a kid, so i imagine she's probably even a little more outspoken under other circumstances. it's also clear to me that she's got to be strong-willed, a little singleminded, incredibly talented, and probably a little arrogant to make it as an auror so young: she talks about how difficult it is to qualify and not many do. she's also canonically kind of reactionary and impulsive - i mean, that's how she dies.

some of my characterization of tonks is just personal - so much of her plotline is pretty sad, and her personality disappears entirely toward the end as she becomes a fulcrum for lupin's character arc. and her death, honestly, is kind of stupid. so i feel this urge to give her some justice and a little bit of a fuller personhood in the way i write her.

to me, tonks is (on top of being obviously interpretable as queer) clearly punk/alternative coded, withe the hair and the way she speaks to her elders and her sense of humor. i'm old and i was a tween/young teen in the mid/late nineties when tonks would have been around, and i remember how discovering riot grrl and queer punk bands of that era completely changed the way i thought about myself and the standards i was being held to and just the possibilities for what girls could do and how they could exist in the world and in their own bodies. being gross and crude, rejecting and subverting and playing with the power of the male gaze, talking openly about fucking and bleeding and being gay and being angry: it all seemed like a superpower to me.

tonks is clearly, from the start, in a state of experimentation with her own identity - the way she changes her hair from violet to pink in front of harry - and she's uniquely positioned as a metamorphmagus to create herself from scratch whenever she likes. it reminds me so much of being a kid and discovering that there were all of these new possibilities for who i could be, if i could be brave enough to try them. and we know that Tonks is brave 😉. so like, why not write a Tonks who is liberated, doesn't give a fuck, insists that the world make room for her? i think the contrast with people-pleaser overthinker self-hater lupin is really irresistible, too.

my vision of tonks is as a person i would have looked up to as a kid at that time, but who is still from her pov very much figuring her shit out and trying to construct a self that gives her peace and fulfillment. she dies in that state of flux - having also just undergone the enormous identity-changes of marriage and motherhood. she's fascinating! i insist on it!

so thank you again, such a sweet ask!

* i bet she put up with a ton of bullshit trying to be in a relationship with lupin tho smh girl u can do better!!! we all been there though

#tonks #remadora #hp meta

[behoright]

love countdown | a. svechnikov

summary: Y/N and Andrei are best friends, however Andrei’s feelings start to change once Rod announces the team’s new best friends roadie. 

wordcount: 610

warnings: cursing. I suck at writing. this was first posted on @ryanpulock ‘s ask. I just have a lot of horny thoughts - many more (n longer)  chapters coming. will soon include 18+ ᵒᵒᵖˢ  

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Andrei didn't know what was going on with him. He couldn't understand what had changed. He had been in Raleigh for a while now, and he loved it but it still got lonely sometimes. He loved his job, teammates, and fans, but at the end of the day, he always went to sleep by himself. He had tried to fill that void with a million girls, with being the last person at the rink, with the cheering from the crowds, but it just didn't do the trick. That's why when he met you, he realized you were the closest person to him that reminded him of family. You lived so differently from him - went to school and worked on your internship, had a close knit group of friends, cooked and grounded yourself in your free time while he spent most of his trying to forget how quiet his apartment was. He really cherished you; of course he had thought about you in that way, but he didn't want to ruin the bond you shared - whenever he felt the impulse, he could just match with a girl and have her over in 30 minutes to make him forget about you, momentarily at least. It all started when Rod announced - "We are thinking about organizing a family and friends roadie. We do mentors and moms every year, and we thought you guys could use an extra fun trip at this point in the season. If everyone is okay with that and has someone to bring, a friend or family member to introduce to your teammates, let us know and we'll do it". The locker room filled with cheer and enthusiasm, and Andrei couldn't help but awkwardly smile - another reminder that he couldn't bring his brother, his best friend; all of his friends in Russia wouldn't make it, no matter how quick he booked a flight. He was absolutely fucked.

The next morning, while on the bus on the way to the next game, his teammates noticed something was off. “I just..ugh. I don’t have many friends here to bring. I don’t know what I will do.”. Martinook and Jarvy looked at each other, making the realization. Yes, the kid had been here for years now, but he was incredibly devoted to his craft and spent most if not all of his time with them or on the ice: they were his family. That’s until Pyotr, eavesdropping, popped up from the seats behind them. “You have friend. Y/N.” Everyone looked at each other, confused as to who this girl was, one they had never heard of. Andrei’s eyebrows dropped, face blushing, and he turned his gaze back to the window. “Who is.. um.. Y/N, Svechy?” the boys asked, trying their best to hide the smirks on their faces. Pyotr tried his best to explain, “Best friend. Always together.”. Andrei snapped back at Pyotr in Russian, and the two started an intelligible conversation for a couple of minutes, while his teammates curiously observed. It all ended with Pyotr, rolling his eyes and looking at the rest of the team, now all gathered around the little group. Andrei felt the pressure, just couldn’t even attempt to explain the asinine idea Koochie was bringing up to his teammates, one that made the pit in his stomach grow bigger and bigger. “You bring Y/N. Perfect for trip.” If any of the boys wanted to say anything, the conversation ended with Rod, a couple of rows forward and eyes focused on his newspaper, announcing “Bring the girl, kid. It’s only a week and now we all want to meet her. End of story.” 

Shit.

#andrei svechnikov #andrei svechnikov imagine #andrei svechnikov fic #nhl imagine #nhl #carolina hurricanes #hockey imagine #hockey fic #andrei svechnikov x reader

[theblankest123]

Some random thoughts on the thunder leak we got so far

The way the person wrote it, it really sounds like Splashtail is actually genuenly alarmed and in horror with Frostpaw dissapearing and then Whistlepaw telling him that she got carried off by a buzzard. Like that seems like a bit of a weird of a guy that we suspect of attacking frostpaw with the intention of murder. Makes me wonder if Splashtail was not the one that attacked her? Maybe he genuienly thought of Frostpaw as a good asset to him becoming a leader and did not actually want her dead? Does he know who might have attackled her but cannot comment on it? Very curious.....

Sunbeam i hope you dump your impulsive ass bf but stay in TC with your brand new adopted family. The way they all support her a ton and the way how she seems to both enjoy and be good at mentoring, doing the task, it sounds cute as hell. Someone mentioned that she might be given one of the kits as an apprentice to signify that TC trusts her which hell yeah thatd be great :]

Didnt really like how they tried to make squirrelflight at the time sound unreasonable with Bramble being the reasonable one in that one chapter after the first moonpool visit failed, wether it was the person writing it in the forum or the book, but alas. Ooooo Brambe is the reasonable one and Squirrelflight/star is SOOOO unreasonable therefore bramble is in the right always and squirrel is wrong and bad. Like shuddup. Hope thats not what they were going with. Either way a minor pet peeve its just bramblesquirrel arguing again like always

Frostpaw my girl my beloved little gal. Ily. She is now the chosen cat by starclan tasked to go on a journey, break riverclan appart and then rebuild it. Little girl's gonna fuck shit up hell yeah

Curlfeather is absolutely in darkforest kitty hell isnt she. Ooo man. And starclan did not want to tell Frostpaw that because oof she is already going through a lot lets not drop that bomb on her juuust yet, she'll figure out that her mom was doing shady things and might have been involved in Reed's death eventually.

They are absolutely gonna use the being spayed plot point as a means to cause a bit more angst for Frostpaw arent they. She was thinking of maybe having children one day and naming one of em after her mom. Poor gal. Well, at least we wont have another female wc protag end up being reduced to mom. Let's hope that the erins handle this not absolutely horribly.

Tigerstar: its fiiiine that im still in control of the RC territory i mean look how much i have helped them look how great they are doing with me!

River Clan: *is in complete fucking shambles*

#asc spoilers #warrior cats spoilers #thunder spoilers #warrior cats thunder

[lupinus-bicolor]

MORE EARTHSPARK THOUGHTS

i fucking LOVE these kids holy shit. I've been avoiding spoilers for the most part so i went into the rest of this season blind and I really appreciate the fact that Jawbreaker is still figuring himself out. It feels like the new terrans speed-ran their character arcs (understandable given the earlier focus on Twitch, Thrash, Robby, and Mo) but Jawbreaker being given time to develop and sort of fixate on searching for a perfect alt mode is endearing. His contrast to Hashtag being an impulsive ipad kid is *chefs kiss*. so fucking funny. her first week being alive has been spent watching tv dramas and internet memes and her alt mode being a constantly internet connected armored van is just perfect. and the little ponytail <3<3<3 I like seeing her learn to connect with the others in a meaningful way that doesn't talk down to ipad kids (which, tbh, is too easy and too... mean spirited? for this show. im so glad they treated her with respect and whimsy)

ALSOOOOO hi nightshade hi hi hiiiii your alt mode is so goth im LIVING. love this kid with their crazy science projects and fantasy literature. THE BATMAN REFERENCES IN THE FINALE AKDJFLKASDF also their self assuredness and autistic swag making them a little unable to find common ground with their siblings is heart meltingly sweet. Its really nice to see their parents understanding that and helping them along with it too ;A; TARANTULAS ACTING AS A SORT OF MENTOR OUUUUGH don't @ me but this might actually push me to watch beast wars. i need more of this goth bitch in my life. I really want them to show up in future episodes but as is I'm really happy they got to go free of ghost. best of luck with the holomatter bro

i have minor beef with the way they're focusing on the war backstory but Thrash's "why are you leaving the new generation to clean up your mess" speech was good, if not entirely satisfactory. old grandma megatron can't rebuild the transformers' relationship to humanity on his own and the terrans really are a perfect bridge, i feel. I'm just glad they're given time to be more than that first. (speaking of that episode, r.i.p. shockwave, #1 asshole).

aside from the thing with dr octagonopus meridian though, i really did like the new episodes even if they did feature less of the old cast than i'd prefer. Watching Twitch interact with the new terrans and taking on the older sister role and sort of controlling some of her worst impulsivity is really cool to watch, and her taking on too much of the burden of responsibility in reaction to Bumblebee leaving genuinely has me worrying for her. Kudos to the writing team for such a subtle character shift. please give her a break before this girl develops eldest daughter syndrome im begging you

#Personal #Earthspark spoilers #Transformers #Transformers Earthspark #the whole thing with GHOST going mask off Evil Organization isnt surprising in the slightest but its worth mentioning that the shift from- #-punitive ''justice'' to preemptive persecution and kind of mirroring prowl's arc in idw's early rid run was interesting

[clarajohnson]

the magicians s1e11

threesome episode aka best episode of television of all time

so we've got the virgo blade and the leo. whole knifey zodiac do we think?

okay this is where i start to see the margo i love dearly. she and eliot are unbelievably reasonable and pragmatic about the deal-striking (also alice. malice 4ever.) and it doesn't read as a lack of emotion to me. particularly for margo it feels like she sees it as a weighing of consequences and she knows it's going to be worse if they don't do this. she's smart and cares about the greater good!

i always forget how gross this show can be until they do something like the classroom death scene.

"i'm just a little shaky, i don't like dying" / "i am fabulous, aren't i?" these women are so the entire world to me.

"i agree with quentin." "that's because he blows you!"

all free trader beowulf scenes make me nervous because i know what's going to happen and it makes me desperately sad

i don't object to the read that julia is "god-touched" but i wouldn't ever accept that as an "explanation" of things i think are part of her inherent character. like, she's smart and talented and hard-working and resilient because she's julia, not because she's god-touched. yes?

"i'm in too. i heard the word illegal."

ah horribly brutal episode poor penny's mentor

"magic missile? that's like straight up dungeons and dragons" me every time i use magic missile playing straight up dungeons and dragons

okay but what do we think q plays in dnd

"what if we got guns?" and q's "no, fillory is a pristine non-industrialized society" prime directive blah blah blah bullshit is so crazy to me. margo is so very, very right. she is SO RIGHT to care about their lives-- even if they wouldn't win that way-- over q's concern for a world that, frankly, he doesn't know is really real, just loves because fillory was his childhood.

there is something deeply funny about the picture they make in julia's doorway-- q and alice and el and margo standing there like a school field trip, which is exactly what you know kady thinks they look like.

i do feel bad for penny! but he picks some shit music to dissociate to!

"giving a shit about somebody you give a shit about doesn't evaporate the second they fuck up."

emotion bottles my beloved

i like that emotions are hot pink. they would be, i think.

i like your sweater. i saw no reason not to share.

unfortunately there is no way in hell that an unfeeling q (and therefore, i have to think, a not-socially-anxious q) would use the phrase "fuck some shit up"

jesus christ in heaven the first few seconds with the emotions back are going to get to me in a major majorrrrrr way. el being perfectly capable of repressing his emotions immediately. (well. sort of.) alice's first impulse being to emphasize that she loves quentin, loves him so much, and q wouldn't have said it back but he can't help saying it back and also telling her that he's all alone. margo asking, in the saddest little baby voice in the world, why aren't we friends anymore, el? everyone here should go to therapy.

poor miraculous julia i love you so much i'm so sorry about everything that's about to happen. very interested in olu calling her her "beautiful daughter." i don't think that's an everyone term and i do think it's fitting that jules gets it.

alice giggling and high-fiving penny and hugging him... best girl in history.

also it's kind of nuts that you can't use your emotions in battle magic. like, that's the implication. and it seems like the inverse to what i would have expected.

they walk through margo's bedroom door and i am seated popcorn and an icee

there's this thing about you, q. you actually believe in magic. we all know it's real but you believe in it.

do we actually believe that margo's never loved something like that? i'm not really inclined to say that. honestly. just don't buy it.

eliot waugh man with the longest arms in the world

yes i do consider the threesome a kind of church service and yes i think it is deeply deeply awful, the consequences of that act for alice. how selfish and unthinking q was in that moment, even tho he is my beautiful baby son, it just kills me thinking about his willingness to do something like that despite the impact on alice.

YOU EVER THINK ABOUT HOW QUENTIN WAS THE ONE WHO KISSED ELIOT

#little bit of a jumpscare in that last moment lol #unauthorized magicians rewatch #the magicians #text

[randomestfandoms-ocs]

Red White And Royal Blue OC Masterlist

Name: Abigail Claremont-Diaz

Story: Miss Americana

Face claim:  Zion Moreno

Love Interest: Bea Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor

For all that Abigail Claremont-Diaz wanted to build a name for herself outside of being First Daughter Of The United States, she also couldn’t imagine her life without the past four years.  Without her daily commute from the White House to the GWU campus, without the secret service always a step behind her, without the beautiful, bustling streets of DC to call her own.  She missed Texas, it would always hold a special place in her heart, but she couldn’t imagine life if she’d never left.  She certainly couldn’t imagine her life if she’d never started dating the Prince of Wales — although did it count as dating if her eyes always strayed to his sister?  Abi had spent four years building her perfect life under the microscope of Capitol Hill but, much like a £75,000 wedding cake, her twin brother’s lack of impulse control and obsession with her boyfriend had to send it crashing down around her. 

Name: Caroline Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor

Story: Sweet Caroline

Face claim:  Sabrina Carpenter

Love Interest: Oliver Cochrane

Caroline Henrietta Alexandria Theresa Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor.  Princess of Wales.  Britain’s sweetheart, the tragic princess.  If her life were her own, maybe Caroline could have followed her dreams, could have followed her father’s footsteps and become an actress, the first female James Bond.  But her life belonged to crown and country, and Caroline’s free will only extended far enough to choose which media smile to use on any given day.  Caroline Fox had dreams, hopes, ambitions, secrets.  Princess Caroline was just a doll, a piece in her grandmother’s never ending game of chess.  This time, Caroline’s job was simple: to clean up the mess caused by her older brother and her dearest friend, to make the so-called Cakegate look like a silly misstep between best friends and not like an international incident that could determine the fate of American politics for the next four years and beyond.  In theory, it shouldn’t have been too hard, after all, Henry and Alex were quite possibly her two favourite people in the world, and Caroline had never not been able to charm her way out of trouble.  The only problem is that her grandmother’s plan involves a staging a relationship and eventually an engagement, possibly even another royal wedding.  The only problem is that this relationship would be between Caroline herself and Alex Claremont-Diaz.  The only problem is that Caroline knows that Henry has been in love with Alex for the past four years.

Name: Cate Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor

Story: Diamond Eyes

Face claim: Liz Gillies

Love Interest: June Claremont-Diaz & Nora Holleran

Name: Eileen Eisner

Story: Come On Eileen

Face claim: Lily Collins

Name: Isabel Luna

Story: We Built This City

Face claim: Ana De Armas

Frankly, the entire goddamn country should feel grateful that Isabel Luna loves Alex Claremont-Diaz as much as she does.  She wouldn’t be stepping back from her beloved — and well earned, no nepotism required — job as her older brother’s chief of staff to babysit just any First Child for the entire year leading up to Ellen’s reelection.  But it was Alex.  Alex, who she’d known for pretty much ever.  Alex, who she’d comforted through his first heartbreak.  Who she’d given his very first shot of tequila, who she’d mentored when they worked together on Raf’s campaign.  Alex, who was her brother just as much as Rafael.  And it was for Ellen — and maybe Isa wasn’t as close to her as she was to Oscar, but Ellen had always been an inspiration to her and she would do whatever it took to ensure that she beat Richards in the election.  Besides, she’d been babysitting Alex since he was a pubescent little shit, she was probably the most qualified person to wrangle him around for the next year.  Honestly, preventing another Cakegate level international incident should have been easy; if only Alex hadn’t decided to fall in love - and bed - with the Prince of Wales.

Name: Kennedy Quinlan

Story: Winding Roads

Face claim: Ashley Benson

Kennedy Quinlan couldn’t remember a time before Alex Claremont-Diaz.  The three musketeers, along with their other best friend Liam, they’d been inseparable since pre-school.  For well over a decade, they had done everything together.  And yes, Kennedy had known that graduation would change everything, but she hadn’t expected this.  With Ellen winning her election, Alex no longer had a reason to return to Austin.  With Kennedy on the road, following wherever the rodeo circuit led, she never had time to visit either boy.  And Liam, well, she wasn’t sure what had happened, but he had completely ghosted.  Without her best friends to ground her, Kennedy lost herself in her horses.  No other life, no other interests, being “Rodeo Barbie” had become her life, not just her job.  That was all that she was.  Until the fall.Injured, untethered, with no idea who or what she wanted to be if she wasn’t a rodeo star, Kennedy had no idea what was supposed to come next.  Until Mama Ellen offered her an internship under Zahra Bankston, a home within the White House, and some semblance of direction in her life.  But Kennedy is no longer the girl she’d once been, and Alex is no longer the boy she once knew, and one way or another, the impending election was going to force Kennedy to figure out who exactly she is.

Name: London Carter

Story: Closer To Fine

Face claim: Emily Alyn Lind

London Carter had plans.  She had plans for graduating Magna Cum Laude with a double major in political science and international relations.  She had plans to work on Ellen Claremont’s reelection campaign, to help make another four years of Claremont-Holleran a reality.  She had plans for winning her senate seat, and for becoming Secretary of State.  She had plans to be Vice President in the Claremont-Diaz Carter administration of 2032-2040 alongside her best friend, FSOTUS Alex Claremont-Diaz.  Her plans did not include Alex causing an international incident with the Prince Of England.  Her plans also did not include having to use every bit of her upcoming international relations degree to clean up his mess.  And her plans definitely did not include Alex falling in love with said Prince Of England, especially in the middle of Ellen’s reelection.

Name: Lucy Kent

Story: Lucy In The Sky

Face claim:  Maude Apatow

Name: Madison Richards

Story: All-American Bitch

Face claim: Madelaine Petsch

Aside from her general and entirely justified dislike for her father, Madison Richards had several other issues with his plan for her to – in his words – seduce the youngest British prince and steal the trade deal out from President Claremont.  To start, judging by the fact that he had never once attempted to sneak a glance down her dresses, Madison suspected that she was far from Prince Henry’s type.  Furthermore, his plan failed to consider the fact that she had spent the whole campaign trail so far sneaking around for clandestine hookups with Alex Claremont-Diaz, the First Son himself.   And, last but certainly not least, her father still had no idea that she had spent her entire time in rehab sleeping with the Prince’s older sister.  But then again, getting herself in close quarters with the Prince and Princess of Wales and the First Son could only help in her own plan: to do whatever it takes to stop her father from getting elected.

Name: Margaret Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor

Story: Heartbreak Princess

Face claim:  Florence Pugh

Love Interest: Pez Ojonjo

Where Henry was the Prince Of England’s Hearts, Margaret had always been the Heartbreak Princess.  Filling the void left by her father’s death with a string of meaningless flings, Margaret had never been anything but completely transparent about what she was looking for: a distraction.  Not love, never love, but a way to pass the time in between Bea’s breakdowns, Mary’s lectures, and trying to draw Henry out of his shell.  But when Henry falls into a cake, and a torrid romance, with the American First Son, Margaret finds herself swept up in an international whirlwind as she tries desperately to protect her twin brother’s heart — only to realize that in doing so, she may have left her own heart far more open than she’d ever intended.

Name: Oliver Cochrane

Story: Sweet Caroline

Face claim: Thomas Doherty

Love Interest: Caroline Fox

#rwrb oc #masterlist #randomestfandoms construction

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which bobbi morse comic runs r ur fave? :-)

I’m not going to claim to be The authority on Bobbi or anything (that would be @ootcs, who probably has an infinitely better list), I started doing a chronological completionist read of Bobbi’s 616 appearances a while back that I need to get back to, but she’s super fun even in the 70s when she’s stuck in some boring Ka-Zar comics.

The unfortunate thing about Bobbi is that she only has the one solo run (which has problems despite the fact that the first few issues are solid), and a lot of her stories are tied to Clint. Part of why I'm always complaining about Bobbi being excluded from modern comics is because we've already lost so much time with her; she was dead for 15 years of publication time.

(I told myself I was going to make a neat little list but I can't stop myself from making my little comments on everything.)

New Avengers: The Reunion, Hawkeye & Mockingbird, Widowmaker: These three series were all made by the same creative team, McCann/Lopez, and they were also my first introduction to comics altogether. They're very focused on her and Clint's 616 history, but I don't remember having any problems understanding it? Bobbi is dealing with a lot of trauma here, but she starts up her own spy agency and her costume is perfect. Also Lopez draws the buffest Bobbi, which is wild because this is all before she gets the supersoldier serum. They also have a D-story in a one-shot called Enter the Heroic Age, that is like peak Clint/Bobbi battle couple dynamics. (I'm listing these first because it was my entry point but everything after this is chronological).

Hawkeye vol.1: this is secretly Bobbi's solo. I love her here and I love Gruenwald's decision to bring her into Clint's life. She's fun and impulsive in her own way and just an all-around proactive character, whether that's taking down this sketchy security firm or macking on Clint ten minutes after her apartment exploded.

West Coast Avengers vol. 1: I love Bobbi's dynamic on teams, I wish we saw more of it in modern comics. Sure, Clint's the official leader but Bobbi truly understands how to actually support the members of the team off the field. Love whenever she and Greer are together. It’s four issues and it’s just good plain superhero fun. We’re getting the gang together! Whacky disguises and hijinks abound! The literal second line on the first page is Bobbi making cunnilingus innuendo!

West Coast Avengers vol. 2: So the first 30 or so issues are pretty similar to that first mini, then...Well, I'd have to devote like 1000+ words to parsing my thoughts on everything else, but suffice it to say I'm a fan of what Bobbi did and you should stop reading around #37 if you don't want to see all of the shit that Clint puts her through. Then the comic gets progressively worse until she dies (though there are a few issues where she and Greer form a splinter team with Marc, those are fun).

New Avengers (2010): Yeah it's Bendis but Bobbi's back! Can't remember which issue it is that introduces her.

Unstoppable Wasp: We get more of a focus on Bobbi as a biologist and we get to see her as a mentor. Her dynamic with Jan is fun <3

Honestly, I'm still missing a ton of her modern stuff because I just haven't read many modern comics in general. I read anything with her in it as it comes out but I still need to go back and read a lot of 2012-2020 stuff. I need to finish Silk (2016) still, but she's good in what I've read. Secret Empire is a terrible event but she has a pretty decent role in that and gets to interact with characters she rarely gets to be around, like Hercules, which is a nice change of pace.

#stickermail #thanks for asking! #bobbi morse

[a-dumb-sarcastic-bisexual]

So I rewatched TMNT 2012 cause my brain is fully committed to being obsessed with TMNT and here are my thoughts:

Thankfully it has knocked me out of my month-long writer's block but before I start writing headcanons again (for either series) I want to put my hot takes out there 

I don’t hate April 

Do I love her? Absolutely not

She’s annoying and impulsive and arrogant and selfish and she can be incredibly one-dimensional at times 

But so is the rest of the group

She’s not my favorite character but she’s not my least favorite either 

She’s just a teenage girl written by old men so it’s not surprising that a lot of people find her unrealistic 

I fucking hate Casey Jones/j 

I want to strangle him but I also want to hug him 

I want to punch him and sew little pockets into my clothes so I can take him with me everywhere 

He’s so stupid and my favorite character 

I like Donnie but I skip most scenes with him and April 

I chose to ignore the stalker plot-line 

In my mind, it’s nonexistent and adds nothing to the story 

I treat the whole Karai/Leo thing with the same energy 

Because why the fuck did the writers think that was a good idea 

Every single relationship was poorly written 

April is an aro/ace queen and I will accept no arguments 

They should have kept Karai and Leo’s relationship purely platonic 

I would have loved to see her become sort of a mentor to Leo but all we got was a disgusting love story that went nowhere and added nothing to the plot 

I think we should swap out every “my love interest is actually my sibling?!” plotline with a “my rival/enemy/mentor is actually my sibling?! Fuck yeah!” plotline 

Shini and Karai had the most chemistry and I wouldn’t be surprised if they were secretly dating 

I lowkey ship Casey with everyone except the girls 

But I mainly ship him with Donnie… Don't judge me I love enemies to lovers 

Leo is a trans woman, Donnie is nonbinary and uses he/they pronouns, and Mikey and Raph are gender-fluid (no I will not elaborate)

I’m fully convinced that every single person who claimed Raph Donnie and Leo were terrible brothers are only a children 

If I see one more person edit depicting Mikey as this helpless victim while the others are these evil abusers I will rip my hair out 

Are there moments when Leo/Donnie/Raph hit Mikey when it is unnecessary? Yes

Are there moments when they ignore him when he brings up a good point? Totally

Could I make a 30-minute compilation of the boys insulting Mikey’s intelligence? Absolutely 

But I can’t bring up all of that without mentioning the hundreds of times when Mikey is being an asshole

He’ll make fun of Donnie or tease Leo or mess with Raph 

Because that’s what siblings do!! (especially younger siblings)

They shove and they tussle and they poke fun

Some of my siblings show affection in a very similar way to Raph (they’re not great with words but they show their love with their actions) so when I see people write shit like “Raph is a terrible brother” it frustrates me to tears 

I have this memory that I will always cherish of my older step brothers and sister dragging me into a wresting match that ended with me at the bottom of a dog pile 

And I almost cried not because I was in pain but because it was something I had watched them do when I was younger and never participated in because it felt like a “sibling thing”

And they knew this and I knew they were telling me in their own way that no matter what anyone says I’m their little sibling 

Splinter is a fantastic master but a terrible father (no I will not take criticism on this take) 

I wanted to turn off my laptop every time Shredder came back 

Like don’t get me wrong I love a recurring villain as much as the next enby 

But he’s so one-dimensional that I tuned him out after season 3 

Now I will be rating all the seasons 

Season 1: 8/10 

In my personal opinion, it’s good 

Not outstanding but it’s a good foundation 

Season 2: 9/10 

I loved this season 

I honestly loved the whole conflict between April and the boys 

And it introduced my baby/rat bastard 

Season 3: ♾️/10 

My favorite season out of all of them 

I wish they stayed at the farmhouse 

Everyone seemed happier there 

‘Race with the Demon’ is my favorite episode 

‘In dreams’ is my second favorite 

Season 4: 7/10 

I fell in love with fugitoid 

Also, this might seems stupid but half of my enjoyment of this season could be credited to the voice actors 

And I also recognized a lot of them so it turned into a fun little game of where’s waldo 

I would be listening to an episode and go “doctor who?” “Godbrand??” “Andrias?!” “CASSANDRA JONES!!” 

I loved the fact that Karai and Shini were trying to build their own foot clan and make it honorable and I wish they talked about it more

I like Apri’s corruption arc but I feel like they completely swept Donnie’s death under the rug

Like they immediately forgave April even though they watched as she pulled Donnie apart molecule by molecule 

Season 5: 0/10 

Throw this dumpster fire away 

God I hated this season 

It felt so random

There was no rhyme or reason 

It just feels like they shoved half bakes ideas into a season and expected us to like it 

It made my viewing experience incredibly bittersweet

Cause I just watched season after season of amazing episodes to end it with this charcuterie board of half-baked ideas

#hi.... #I'm not dead #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt 2012 #tmnt leonardo #tmnt raphael #tmnt donatello #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt april #tmnt casey jones #I am once again begging only children to shut up #please stop talking about situations you dont understand

[cassaloopa]

Eddie headcanon ramble:

Eddie is the type of prick who got As in all his electives and dog-shit in his required classes, hence repeating senior year twice.

He could’ve been top student in his English classes but he had aggravated the teachers so much so that by 12th grade they all had it out for him. They refused to grade him fairly cuz he never stayed on point in essays or criticized the topics or talked over their lectures to pick at flaws in their analysis of texts. So he managed middling Cs all the way through.

Math was his worst subject not because math was hard per se, but because Mrs. O’Donnell was a witch who hated the way he did everything and failed him out of spite. That was the class that caused him to fail senior year both times.

But his electives? Fucking easy As for him. He had the drama teacher wrapped around his pinky finger, and the art teacher was his toking buddy. Automotive and Wood-shop were both a breeze as he was always good with his hands and willing to mentor the younger students for extra credit.

And band. Easiest class of all. Eddie had been in band since 5th grade and only dropped in his final repeat year cuz they said he couldn’t take any more credits in it.

He’d started out in percussion as one does when you’re too loud and rowdy to be trusted with the more delicate instruments. But by 6th grade he’d managed to contain his more obvious outbursts and impulsivity (with some help and coaching from Wayne) and was allowed the try alto saxophone. He immediately loved it and worked his way through alto, tenor, and baritone by the time he had his first senior run, alternating back into percussion as needed. Sometimes you just need to hit shit.

That’s where he met Jeff actually. They were in the same saxophone section together in middle school and became fast friends despite their age gap.

Grant also was in band with them (euphonium) but joined their friend group through Hellfire, and it took them a bit to realize the other connection.

Gareth was last, being the youngest, and Eddie met him after training the freshman on percussion. He was a natural despite having no musical background, and later that year Eddie would welcome him not only into Hellfire but also into Corroded Coffin to replace himself as drummer. This gave Eddie the opportunity to switch into his true love: guitar. Which his mom taught him to play when he was very little, being a music teacher and all. The acoustic is hers.

Bonus Headcanon for Steve:

He was also in band through Elementary and Middle school, but dropped it freshman year cuz his dad forced him to switch into more sports.

He played clarinet for most of it and he was good. Like, really good. But when he became friends with Tommy in 6th grade, he got teased for playing something girly and uncool, so he quit and switched over to percussion for his last two years. He didn’t like any of the other brass or winds and felt too self-conscious to do anything more than be in the back hitting drums. But he was good at that too and made the most of it. His mother was disappointed (she always appreciated his musical talents) but his father saw it as an opportunity to shift focus to more sports related things. Steve had always been in little league and his dad made him try out for swim team and basketball freshman year also. It took up all his time so band was left behind.

Additionally, Steve took piano lessons from age 4 to 11. His father stopped paying for lessons once he hit intermediate status. Said it was a waste to go further as music wasn’t a “sustainable profession.” He only ever used the talent for family events anyway. His mother keeps a pretty upright in living room, mostly for show or parties, and Steve plays it sometimes.

Only Robin knows he’s as good as he is, but she doesn’t know about the clarinet or drums. She just thinks Steve is odd for being so particular about her band practices.

#Eddie knowing multiple instruments cuz he’s a burnt out gifted kid with adhd/autism probably #Steve also knowing multiple instruments but no one knows he’s gifted too cuz he’s undiagnosed dyslexic #eddie munson #steve harrington #eddie munson headcanons #steve harrington headcanons #corroded coffin boys #band class #hellfire club #stranger things #my headcanons #my writing #cass says random shit

[pyotrkochetkov]

ofc my notifications are on for you this blog literally keeps me alive!! i’ve been thinking about this scenario a lot, and it gets really spicy, but y’all need to let me know if you’re interested in this.

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Andrei didn't know what was going on with him. He couldn't understand what had changed. He had been in Raleigh for a while now, and he loved it but it still got lonely sometimes. He loved his job, teammates, and fans, but at the end of the day, he always went to sleep by himself. He had tried to fill that void with a million girls, with being the last person at the rink, with the cheering from the crowds, but it just didn't do the trick. That's why when he met you, he realized you were the closest person to him that reminded him of family. You lived so differently from him - went to school and worked on your internship, had a close knit group of friends, cooked and grounded yourself in your free time while he spent most of his trying to forget how quiet his apartment was. He really cherished you; of course he had thought about you in that way, but he didn't want to ruin the bond you shared - whenever he felt the impulse, he could just match with a girl and have her over in 30 minutes to make him forget about you, momentarily at least. It all started when Rod announced - "We are thinking about organizing a family and friends roadie. We do mentors and moms every year, and we thought you guys could use an extra fun trip at this point in the season. If everyone is okay with that and has someone to bring, a friend or family member to introduce to your teammates, let us know and we'll do it". The locker room filled with cheer and enthusiasm, and Andrei couldn't help but awkwardly smile - another reminder that he couldn't bring his brother, his best friend; all of his friends in Russia wouldn't make it, no matter how quick he booked a flight. He was absolutely fucked.

The next morning, while on the bus on the way to the next game, his teammates noticed something was off. “I just..ugh. I don’t have many friends here to bring. I don’t know what I will do.”. Martinook and Jarvy looked at each other, making the realization. Yes, the kid had been here for years now, but he was incredibly devoted to his craft and spent most if not all of his time with them or on the ice: they were his family. That’s until Pyotr, eavesdropping, popped up from the seats behind them. “You have friend. Y/N.” Everyone looked at each other, confused as to who this girl was, one they had never heard of. Andrei’s eyebrows dropped, face blushing, and he turned his gaze back to the window. “Who is.. um.. Y/N, Svechy?” the boys asked, trying their best to hide the smirks on their faces. Pyotr tried his best to explain, “Best friend. Always together.”. Andrei snapped back at Pyotr in Russian, and the two started an intelligible conversation for a couple of minutes, while his teammates curiously observed. It all ended with Pyotr, rolling his eyes and looking at the rest of the team, now all gathered around the little group. Andrei felt the pressure, just couldn’t even attempt to explain the asinine idea Koochie was bringing up to his teammates, one that made the pit in his stomach grow bigger and bigger. “You bring Y/N. Perfect for trip.” If any of the boys wanted to say anything, the conversation ended with Rod, a couple of rows forward and eyes focused on his newspaper, announcing “Bring the girl, kid. It’s only a week and now we all want to meet her. End of story.” 

Shit.

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should I keep it going? should I post this on a side blog? I have a lot more to this and it gets so dirty lol. lmk. ily n I hope you have a great day.

-thirsty andrei anon ଘ✩(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭ੈ✩‧₊˚

oh my god YES, KEEP GOING PLEASE I LOVE THIS CONCEPT

you’re always free to send in any of your thots here (❤️) but if this is longer it might just be easier to put it all in a blog post. i’m not sure how much you have planned but now i NEED to know 😈

#pyotr already blowing him up 😭 #thirsty andrei anon #ask

[iwritewthwine]

Run to you chapter 4

Warnings: swearing, angst, mentions of violence, eye fucking (I don't know what that means but there is a lot of staring), mentions of guns

Word count: 9k

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Seungcheol laid on his full size bed, spacing out and in a dilemma of what he did. He was alone for once in the studio. Usually after his late night drives and coming back home, he would still be able to hear the guys laughing in the living area, or the studio garage working on a sample car pulled from the junkyard. But tonight was different, it was eerily quiet, and the quietness played a toll on his thoughts. Sitting up from the bed, reaching out for his phone placed on the night stand as he looks at the messages again. The impulsiveness showed through from each of his messages, angry and frustrated with himself that he couldn’t keep his cool and planned out the messages with a little less aggravation. Slowly shutting his eyes, the memories from many years ago, way before he found SVT’s garage, before he found his group of friends, and when he was a young scrappy teenager. The day he met SangIl, he was on an errand run for a part-time job he had. For a young teenager who left home and has nothing, seeing SangIl (who at the time in his early thirties) in a pawn shop talking to a mid-thirties man on his knees, what looked like pleading. A 9mm in SangIl’s hand, pointed at the man, what looked like a scary situation and it was, except to teenage Seungcheol, the image he saw exuded dominance and importance. Something that he wants to gain for himself. The moment he started his internship under the man’s guidance, putting all of his focus on fixing cars, doing unnecessary grunt work, finding car scraps at the junkyard, and fixing up his own car to “eventually” street race. 

“Why? Why did I let my guard down that night?” Seungcheol curses at himself. Sitting up from his bed, his hand ruffling through his hair, he gets up and heads out of the room. Stepping down the spiral staircase and making his way to the tiny kitchen of his studio. Taking a bottle of water from the fridge he stared around the environment, finally realizing how the quietness took a toll on him. Being alone and the silence, he loved that but the company of others before him, even if they weren’t really talking to him, as long as they were in his presence it felt warm and nice. Smiling to himself, he let out a dry chuckle. Closing the cap on the bottle, he makes his way back into his room, stopping mid way on the spiral staircase. That message he received early just kept replaying in his mind and the thought of you being in any kind of dangerous situation because of his past makes his heart leap out of him. 

“Shit.” Clutching the water bottle in his hand, he speeds up the stairs into his room. Grabbing the nearest jacket he sees first, a jean jacket hanging on his dresser. Taking his keys from on top of the dresser, he hurrieds over to his Bugatti. The drive from sVT’s garage and to SangIl’s garage was a 90 minute drive, which is also the reason why Seungcheol opened up the garage in the first place. To be far away from him, far away from his past, and far away from any kind of risky situation (beside street racing and the occasional black market set ups). Thankfully for the late night there wasn't that much traffic to hassle with, getting to the garage, he parks his Bugatti a little further away from the place. Huffing out softly, he clutched his phone in his hand. Shoving it into his pocket and checking the glove compartment for the 9mm he usually keeps for precaution. Checking the bullet chamber and the safety lock, placing it into the holster and adjusting it around the loops of his jeans. Hiding it underneath his shirt and jacket, Seungcheol makes his way up to the front door of the garage. Muttering incoherently to himself with a shake of his head. Going into enemy territory even if “said” enemy used to be a mentor, a guardian, and a friend. “I’m making a mistake. This is stupid. Why? Of all nights, did everyone have to go to their respective homes?” Seungcheol stood in front of the metal front door, staring at the familiar presence of it. Eyeing the side intercom by the door frame, as he pushed his thumb onto it. Walking into the place that once provided a roof over his head, a place that he called home for the longest time. Everything looked different, not a kind of remembrance different, but just different. The aesthetic was different to how SangIl is as a person, someone who cherished the 50’s and 60’s, having hung neon signs, random traffic signs, and bold colored paintings that gave off a vintage vibe. This whole new environment in SangIl’s garage gave a darker and modern vibe, getting Seungcheol to be a tad off his game and nervous. 

“Seungcheol!” A voice rounding from the corner, a smile gracing the dark haired person as they approached Seungcheol, welcoming them in a warm embrace. “I saw you driving in from the security feed. If SangIl hyung was here, he wouldn’t have allowed you to stroll in so peacefully like this. You should be more careful.”

“SangIl isn’t here?” Seungcheol glanced around the place, making sure that he isn’t deceived or anything, not that he didn’t trust the man before him because for the fact, he trusted the man in front of him. An old friend from back then, when he first started to work for SangIl. None of the people helped Seungcheol, letting him fend for himself, learning things by himself and when Hoon came in months later, Seungcheol took the liberty to help him. Changing the dynamics of the garage of when he first entered. Helping Hoon adjust, and eventually becoming a close friend. “Thanks, Hoon. Don’t worry about me, I can handle whatever situation is thrown at me.” Chuckling at the presence of a familiar friend, his shoulders dropping at ease and the nervousness residing. “I’m only here because I just wanted to remind SangIl about that clause he and I had. We won’t set foot into another’s territory. Some of the crew found their way into a club on my side. I’m not threatening you, just reminding you about what we promised.”

Hoon laughed out, his hand falling onto Seungcheol’s shoulder, lightly tapping against him. “Cheol. Even if our crew or yours set foot anywhere, as long as no guns are blazing, it is all good. Besides, my guys just wanted a fun night out. The clubs in your parts are all uptown, and those uptown girls are classy and savage, they were probably there just to get some good fucks. If that is the reason why you are here. Next time, I will accompany and make sure nothing happens.” Dropping his hand from Seungcheol’s shoulder, turning around, Hoon stuffed his hands into his pocket taking small strides forward. “You can still trust me. Right Cheol? We’re still friends, after all these times?” Hoon turned around, glancing over at Seungcheol who stood still in his spot. Unsure of what to say to the person in front of him, because he did in fact still trust him and value him as a friend.

“Of course I still trust you, Hoon. We have been through so much. I guess, I sorted out what I wanted to say to SangIl.” Seungcheol chuckled meekly. “See you.” Turning around, Seungcheol began to step forward, his feet taking a pause when a frantic noise was heard, closing in on them, he slowly turned around to meet the said frantic person. “SangIl is waking up” was all the person said, making Seungcheol confused as ever as Hoon had said that SangIl was out, and he took that as business ventures out.

The look on Hoon’s eyes changed, tapping the inside of his cheek with his tongue, he charged a flying fist into the person’s jaw. Massaging his knuckles after, a quick turn to see that Seungcheol hasn’t left and his hand now reaching inside of his jacket. “Don’t even dare Seungcheol. You pull that gun out, and I have all the command right here and now to shoot you. Hands to the side so I can see them and I promise, I won’t shoot you. On account that we are friends.” Hoon’s expression changed dramatically, the sweet and pretty looks that he is known for is now the expression of a deranged person. Hoon turned his head, eyeing the crew from the side, nodding to the fallen man that he had laid a punch on. “Take that idiot to the backroom.” Turning back to face Seungcheol with a sickly sweet smile.

Still in a confused and shocked state, Seungcheol obliged and placed his hands to the side. Looking at his friend, or if he still associates Hoon as a friend. “Where is SangIl? What did he mean when he said SangIl is waking up? You said so yourself if I still trust you. Well, should I trust you, Hoon?”

“Shit, that fucker. Fuck. The charades are off. You are right, Seungcheol. You shouldn’t trust me. SangIl hyung, that bastard is in the hospital. Know why? I shot him. Right in the back. Ask whatever you want right now. I will gladly let you in on the loop of Hoon’s garage.” Hoon walked over to a sports car, his fingers grazing the hood as he sat himself on top. 

“Did SangIl even message me? If he “woke up” who has his phone. The SangIl I remember would never leave his phone unattended nor let anyone touch it because of the business inquiries.” Seungcheol glanced to the side, turning his head swiftly behind him and to the side. Making sure that he wasn’t surrounded on all sides. Finally thinking that coming here was a mistake after all. A big stupid misstep. 

Hoon looked down, pulling out a phone from his pocket as he tapped on the screen, tilting his head back up in Seungcheol’s direction. “Read your phone, Cheol.” The sickly sweet smile on his face was starting to drive Seungcheol insane but he did what Hoon said. Taking his phone out from his own pocket as he looked at the screen, the same restricted number he got earlier that night. Brows furrowed at the absurdity of it all. Swiping the screen, he opens up his messages. 

“Seungcheol. Seungcheol. My good friend. Never imagined that my image would be revealed in such an idiotic way by an idiot. Though, you did throw a surprise at me tonight. I shouldn’t have sent that message but your beautiful girl looked so fucking good, I couldn’t help myself. Wanted to get you on edge. Was craving some kind of excitement after shooting SangIl. Thought you were a good choice. Turns out, not really. Guess the cat is out of the bag.”

Seungcheol looked up from his phone, placing it back into his pocket. “So, when did all of this happen? Where is the Hoon who would always back me up? Where is the Hoon who was like a brother to me?”

“Oh. I have always been those guys. You were always a brother to me, Seungcheol, very much. But you see, some things were different. Like how some brothers get more attention, the love, and the recognition of the guardian. Even though that brother is stupid and defied the guardian and got his ass thrown out of the family. From that point on, I did everything to please SangIl. Practiced my driving until I was good enough for a race. I was appointed as his right hand. I was at the top. He was finally seeing me for my worth. Until last year, when you and SangIl raced, and when he made your car crash. Surprise! The incident was my idea, and oh, he thought it would be a minor thing. To have you lose, so he could continue to remain the king of street racing. When he got word that you were hospitalized for a month, I saw it in him. He changed. He stayed in his office all day and night, doors locked and then one day he told me to come in. He said that he would give you half of his car collection and half of the territories. The audacity. He was changing. I couldn’t let you get anything. So I took matters into my own hands. And here we are now, with me in charge and SangIl, hanging on by a thin line. Or well, I thought he was on a thin line. Could still be though.” Hoon shrugged his shoulders, sitting up from the hood of the car. Strolling over to Seungcheol, with a hand reaching for the gun handle in his holster. “Now that everything is out, without my liking to it. I guess I have to continue on with my plan to acquire everything you own. Even if that includes that pretty girl, then so be it.”

“Don’t touch her. I said it clearly in the message. You touch her or even remotely be near her, I will shoot with no hesitation. I don’t care if you or your new crew is hanging out in my territory. As long as you don’t go anywhere near her, damages won’t be done. And all those years that we have been together, you don’t know how much I have changed Hoon.” Seungcheol reached his hand into his holster as well, his palm brushing against the handle of his 9mm.

“You are bluffing. You haven’t changed one bit, Seungcheol. I can tell that you are still the same person when we met. You are still that passion driven youth with a weak conscience. But don’t worry, I won’t go anywhere near your pretty girl. However if she remotely steps foot around here, bets are off. I do as I please around here.” Hoon smirked. Dropping his hand from the holster, backing away from Seungcheol and heading off into the backroom. Seungcheol dropped his hand as well, turning around and stepping out of the garage, pacing himself over to his Bugatti. His heart thundering at the new found confrontation before him, it never occurred to him that a friend would become violent and evil. But Hoon was right, he hasn’t changed, he is still the same passion driven person he always has been with a clear conscience on life. 

A few days passed. Seungcheol’s mind is still swimming with the thought of his former friend taking over his former boss’ garage. In the past, Hoon was easily the generous person, willingly to help others and he never fought or argued for anything. He was a flight type of person, never realizing that all that has been a cover up. Caught up in his thoughts, unaware of that he grabbed the wrong socket wrench for the car he was fixing on. 

“Seungcheol?” Soonyoung said, staring at the occupied Seungcheol whose gaze is staring into space. Not sure what to do, Soonyoung scratched the back of his head in contemplation on what to do. “Uh-uh.”

Since that night that drove your heart crazy over Seungcheol’s words about not going on a second date and then taking his words right back got you in a big bundle of mess. Still haven’t sent Minhyun a response text, even though he did say he could wait for you, it was your damn heart that is a mess. What is worse is that Chan forgot his lunch, taking his lunch with you as you thought about leaving it at the garage, since Chan only had two classes that were in the morning for the day. It dreaded your mind, seeing the garage, knowing that no matter where you go, Seungcheol’s presence will always be there. Taking a deep breath, you took a hold of Chan’s lunch bag and got out of the car. Walking over as you see Soonyoung in a daze, the click of your heels caught his attention, turning his head to meet you with a goofy smile on his face.

“Hey there y/n. What brings you here? You want to have lunch with me?” Soonyoung finger guns at you, winking in your direction to get a soft giggle out of you. Quickly shaking your head and holding up Chan’s lunch bag.

“I’m actually just dropping off Chan’s lunch bag. He forgot it this morning. But if you haven’t had lunch, I guess I could make a quick lunch stop. I am a managing director after all, I should be fine going back late?” You thought, placing your arms back down to your side. Shutting off the pros and cons in your heads that take forever for you to decide. “You know what. Yes. I can get lunch with you—” pausing mid-sentence, Seungcheol’s presence comes into your sight as he steps into your view of sight.

“Soonyoung, where did I put that 3/8th socket wrench?” Seungcheol asks, coming from the side of the car, his gaze meeting yours, stopping all movements as he stare stupidly at you. Even in your work clothes, you were still beautiful, pants suit and all. “Y/n. What brings you here?” He finally managed to say, fixing his gaze on you so he doesn’t look like an idiot.

Clearing your throat, you held up the lunch bag again. “Dropping off Chan’s lunch bag. He forgot it this morning. And, Soonyoung wanted lunch, which I haven't had yet. If you haven’t, you should join us as well.” Since that confusing night after your date with Minhyun, Seungcheol’s confusing words kept replaying in your head and as someone who over analyzes things, the words really stuck. Still haven’t sent that message to Minhyun. “I’m going to set the lunch bag in the studio. I will drive?”

Soonyoung’s arm rose upwards instinctively, his small hand waving in the air to grab attention. “I will drive! I know where we should have lunch. I had lunch there weeks ago with Jun, and then a couple days ago with Wonwoo. It’s really good. Go put up Chan’s lunch bag and I will start my car.” Soonyoung finger guns in your direction, setting the socket wrench that Seungcheol was looking for back in the tool box. Scurrying away to the parked car at the side of the garage. While you made your way inside of the studio, setting Chan’s lunch bag on the counter in the tiny kitchen. Sending a quick text message to let him know that his lunch is at the garage waiting for him. 

The sight of Soonyoung’s car marveled your thoughts, it was kind of cute but also ferocious in its own way. Walking over to the passenger side, gasping and eyeying the person sitting in the passenger seat. Seungcheol turned his head, facing you with a little smirk playing on his lips. “Shotgun,” he says in a menacing tone, making the sound of his voice gruff which got your skin crawling all over the place. Lucky for you, your blazer jacket was covering you well enough. Seungcheol opens the door, inclining  his seat forward to let you into the backseat of the car. The remainder of the drive to the restaurant went by in silence, with the radio turned on to some pop-rock songs from the ‘90s. Staring ahead of the road, leaning a little forward as you position your chin on the passenger seat. 

“You have a nice car, Soonyoung. Is this one of your racing cars?” You ask, eyes shifting from Soonyoung in the driver seat to Seungcheol’s side profile, which got you ogling a little longer. 

“I worked hard for this baby. 1970 Ford Maverick. I gave it a little spruce when I bought it, and installed a few neat tricks. Seungcheol and Jihoon disapproves of my car choices but this baby can roar. Not fast enough for racing but it’s fast on its own, and I am thinking of showcasing it in this year's event.” Soonyoung’s fingers tap gently on the steering wheel, his lips grinning at having got the chance to show off his car. 

"Well, I think it is one great car. Screw Seungcheol and his opinion, they are irrelevant. Maybe I could free up my schedule for the event." Your eyes glanced at the rearview mirror, finding Seungcheol’s gaze in direct contact with yours. His dark brown eyes always seemed like a vortex, getting sucked in to with no prevail. A soft gasp leaving your lips as you turn your head away, shifting your eyes to look somewhere else. "When is it?" Glimpsing at the two men in the front seats, Soonyoung glancing at Seungcheol and then in the rearview mirror.

"It depends on the other "garage". Whenever everyone is ready, a mass invite is sent out via text message. Usually at undisclosed and isolated locations. We haven't, or well Cheol hasn't gotten the invite yet. To my knowledge." Soonyoung looks over at Seungcheol, a soft nod of his head in agreement to what he said. "Are you really thinking about going? If you decide to, I love to be your guide...oh wait, I probably can't, since I'm showcasing this beautiful car this year."

"That is fine. I only heard about the event a couple of times from Chan and thought I should take some time off and see why my brother is so enthralled in street racing." Sitting back in the seat, you cross your feet around one another. Glancing at the mirror in front of Seungcheol. Meeting with his gaze again, and for odd reasons uncomprehend, you were unwilling to let go of his gaze. "How large of a crowd would it be? Like an EDM festival crowd or what?" Soonyoung laughs softly at the questions, his eyes slightly rolling back at the absurdity.

"Nah. It isn't an EDM festival kind of crowd. It is sort of a large scale on its own but not too attention seeking. Don't want cops to come." Soonyoung glimpse into the rearview mirror, finding your gaze still trained on Seungcheol. "Anyways. We are here." He turned into the parking lot of a small diner, finding a spot to park his car. Turning off the engine, Soonyoung looked over at Seungcheol to the side, his eyes widened and batting at the confusion of the stares the both of you were doing. "Well, mhmm, I am going to get us a table. Whenever you guys are "done staring at one another" I will be inside with a window seat." Soonyoung's words brought you back to reality, eyes still fixated on Seungcheol as you grabbed onto your purse and exited out of the car.

"Damn it." Softly mumbling to yourself, fingers clutched on the purse a big tight. The sound of your heels clicking, following Soonyoung into the diner. As you stepped inside, shutting your eyes briefly to regain some sort of control. Finding Soonyoung at a side window table, you walked over and sat yourself across from him. Seungcheol sat himself beside his friend, which happened to be the seat in front of you. While his gaze at times was solely on you. Eyes fixed on the laminated menu in front of you as you browse at the food to be served. "So how did you find this place?" Finger softly grazing the menu, lifting your head for a quick glance at Soonyoung, to which your eyes also found Seungcheol. 

"Well, I found this gem after returning from a, uhm," Soonyoung paused, glimpsing over at Seungcheol. He wasn't sure what to say at this point. To bluntly say the truth or say something ridiculous that would make sense? "Y'know. The junkyard. I was returning from the junkyard, having salvaged some car parts for my Maverick and my stomach grumbled on the way back. Found this diner and couldn't stop coming." Soonyoung nodded his head, for sure that his ridiculous story made sense. 

Not buying what Soonyoung said, your eyes squinted, softly huffing out and placing your hands on top of the table. Lightly tapping your nails against the wooden table top. "That was an awfully long pause? Are you sure that the story is true? Chan is my younger brother, I have seen countless times where he tries to cover things up with outrageous stories. Most of the time, I go along with it." Lightly giving Soonyoung a wink, a grin playing on your lips as you wrinkled your nose. "You can say whatever you were doing that day. I already know about Seungcheol's office cabinet." With those words, Seungcheol looked over at you, his facial emotionless. 

"Seungcheol's office? Well, uh, hyung?" Soonyoung turned his head to face Seungcheol for any sort of answer. With a light nod from his head, he turned back in his seat to face you. "Alright. You're really perceptive. I was on an errand run that day. Seungcheol and Jihoon said all I had to do was drop the package and pick up our package. Easy peasy. It was a four hour drive, I had to wait another two hour for our package and I was hungry by the time I got back. The real story of finding this place." 

Still skeptical of Soonyoung's story, even though he told the whole true story. Some parts left you baffled, like the package drop off. What was in it? Drugs? Weapons? Car parts? Human parts? Your eyes widening at the sudden thought, reaching over for the cup of water and taking dainty sips. Softly shaking your head at the absurd thought. It is Seungcheol, he wouldn't be doing illegal businesses. Or could he? The thoughts in your head floated around again. The sound of your name brought you back, seeing Soonyoung and Seungcheol gazing at you. As well as the server standing beside the table with their little note pad out to take the order. "Oh. My order." Chuckling lightly, you lowered your head to look at the menu in front of you. Quickly glimpsing for whatever seems applicable. "I will have the mushroom and gouda panini as well as the farm salad, and could you set aside the dressing?" Sliding the menu over to the edge of the table.

After the server left, having gotten all the orders, crossing your leg over another as you stare at the two men sitting in front of you. The thought of the package that Soonyoung was transporting and also receiving was still lingering. As if he could read minds, Seungcheol's eyes were set on you, even when he took a sip of his water, his gaze still lingered on you. "What?" You ask him. The nervous foot jutting underneath the table and the heart hammering inside of your chest. "Am I so beautiful that you can't stop staring?" Uncrossing your leg and placing your feet back on the ground, and fingers entwined together on your lap. 

A smirk formed on Seungcheol’s lips, setting his cup down on the table. "Beautiful isn't even the word I would use," he teased. "Scattered-brain. Would be the word I use. You have been dozing off for the last few minutes. The thought of you being a directing manager has me baffled. If you worked for me, I would have done something about that wandering mind of yours." 

"Scattered-brain?" Lips forming into an O-shape. As your fingers gripped onto your thighs, glaring at him from across the table. "For your information. I got the managing director job for all the hard work and successful projects I committed to the company." Gloating about the past projects that you were a part of. “What kind of things would you do? From seeing how your employees act and work, I say half of them are also pretty scattered-brain.” Leaning yourself closer to the table as you set your elbows on top of the table, resting your chin in between your enclosed hands. Eyelashes fluttering at Seungcheol, who is just staring right back with his expressionless facial. 

Seungcheol leaned himself inwards, watching the way your eyelashes fluttered and the way your lips jutted outwards. “For one, my employees are men. How I treat them when they aren’t listening to me would be different to how I would treat you.” Seungcheol’s tongue slightly sticks out from his lip, grazing it softly across his bottom lip. 

The pounding sensation of your heart, added with the agape mouth. Quickly closing your mouth shut as you cross your leg over another underneath the table, the tip of your heel hitting Seungcheol’s knee in the process. Pretending that you did no such thing, softly shrugging your shoulders. "Sorry. Was that your knee?" Grinning cheekily as you swing your foot, deliberately hitting his knee again. Seungcheol chuckled, his arm reaching underneath the table as he grabbed a hold of your swinging foot. His fingers gripping onto your heel and slipping it off of your foot. Getting a soft gasp out from your lips.

"You can have your heel back, after you stop kicking me in the knee." Seungcheol set the heel on the other side of him. Reaching his hand back down to take your foot in his hand. His hand grasping on tight as he straightens your leg towards him, softly loosening his grip with his fingers brushing upwards to your ankle. "How was work? You aren't still overworking yourself, are you?" He asks. Averting the attention to something else as he keeps his hand around your ankle. His thumb pressing into the soft skin just below your ankle bone. 

"Nope. My girl friends helped me with that and I talked it out with Chan. I promised that I won't overwork, and if I do. He can, however he sees fit, shake me out of my overwork mode. Plus the project is coming along well. I can totally see a sample coming up from the lab soon." Telling Seungcheol about your work and whatnot made you forget about his hand around your ankle, his fingers brushing along your skin. His eyes gazing over you, watching intently with his upper body leaning against the table. It was intense, Seungcheol's stare was intense, but the way his eyes never left your features made your heart flutter.

"What kind of cosmetics are your team going for?" Soonyoung's voice broke the intense staring between you and Seungcheol. Remembering that you weren't on a lunch break with Seungcheol alone. Slightly twisting your foot around against Seungcheol’s grip, his thumb softly caressing your achilles and upwards. Averting your gaze away from him and turning your head at an angle to face Soonyoung.

"We decided on the basics of beauty. Moisturizer, cleanser, and sun care. The lab is currently working on the moisturizer and sun protectant sample. It shouldn't be long now for a sample to come out for the moisturizer." While explaining your company product to Soonyoung, your breathing hitched at the feel of Seungcheol’s fingers skimming upwards along your calf. If Soonyoung looked over to his side, he would notice the slight slouch of Seungcheol’s posture. "I--If the samples come out nicely, we could send them up to the directors and have it be mass produced for consumers." Softy breathing out with every word coming out of your mouth. Seungcheol's hand at the hem of the pencil skirt you were wearing. If he dared to, he would have found his way towards your thigh. Having to bite down on your bottom lip to prevent any sort of indecent moan from escaping. Seungcheol's eyes darkened at the lip bite, a light smirk on his lips at feeling the subtle motions of your leg straightening in his hold.

“When Chan said you were a career woman, I didn't think you were a fully dedicated career woman. I am at your command. You are my superior.” Soonyoung bows his head, and his hands placed on top of the table, getting a glance over from Seungcheol.

A giddy chuckle erupts from you as you kick Seungcheol underneath the table, getting a soft grunt from him and also letting go of your ankle in the process. “I don't think I'm qualified as your superior. Wouldn't Seungcheol get sulky if you said that?” You ask. Glimpsing in front of you, gazing at Seungcheol with a knowing smirk. Soonyoung turned his head to face Seungcheol, then at you and eyeing the both of you in consideration of what you said.

“Hyung. I like you and I look up to, a lot, but y/n is an amazing and wonderful person who is great at everything and I look up to them.” Soonyoung salutes two fingers at Seungcheol, and straightens his posture after. “Unless you could work a full shift in the morning to the evening and still be able to cook up dinner for ten grown men?”

Seungcheol stared flabbergasted at Soonyoung’s unforeseen question. He could, if he wanted to cook for his group of friends, but cooking requires time and then there is also the conclusion of washing and cleaning. You raise your arm upwards, waving your hand softly in the air. 

“That’s me, Soonyoung. I definitely am able to do that. Working from eight in the morning to six in the evening, sometimes even later until ten. And I still come home and feed Chan until his stomach is all full and nourished. Not saying that I could do that with you guys, but I totally could.” Grinning smugly at the found confidence, you glimpse in front of you at Seungcheol. Seeing his round eyes glaring and with his plump lips pouty. “Just say the word, and I will come running.”

Soonyoung’s eyes popped at the suggestion, his mouth slightly hung at what was said. Turning his head to Seungcheol for any type of clue and then towards you, not sure what he is looking for in either of you. “Yeah. Sure. Of course. Definitely! The rest of the guys would love it. I would love it. Seungcheol would probably love it too.” Seungcheol turned his head at the mention of his name, now glaring at Soonyoung with a soft shake of the head. “I, uh, I mean, Seungcheol? What? He would hate it. He hates not being in control. I, oh, look, the server is coming with our food. I think?” Soonyoung lowered his head, taking the cup in his hand as he placed his lips onto the straw. Staring at the ripple of water in his cup. 

Uncertain to what Soonyoung meant by quote Seungcheol hates not being in control. Thinking back on the time spent with him, it dawns on you that Soonyoung is right. Everything, even the little details, Seungcheol has to be right. Glancing over to the side, the server indeed was nearing the table with the tray of food. Not wanting to dwell on Seungcheol and his control habits, putting a pause on the issue. Watching Seungcheol’s and Soonyoung’s plate being set in front of you, as you realized that perhaps a salad and a meatless panini wasn’t the best choice. Lips frowning slightly at watching Soonyoung pick up his triple stacked burger in his hands, eyes wide at him taking a huge bite. Quickly glimpsing over to Seungcheol and seeing him cut his burger in half. Mouth still hung, involuntarily licking your lips and gulping at the sight of their plate.

“Y/n?” Soonyoung said. Placing his burger on his plate, gently wiping his mouth with a napkin. “Are you alright? You haven’t touched your salad?”

“Huh? Oh–” Blinking rather excessively, picking up the fork beside you as you stab a piece of arugula and spinach, smiling at Soonyoung and taking a bite of your salad. “No, my salad is great. Delicious and nutritious and totally not fattening.” Taking another bite of the salad. Softly humming and shaking your head delightfully. 

“You're such a bad liar.” Seungcheol mumbled. Taking a few french fries from his tray as he dips them in the special ketchup sauce at the side. Lightly glimpsing upwards at you, seeing your puffed out cheeks and pouty lips he reached over your plate, grabbing the mushroom panini you had ordered and replacing it with a halved burger he had cut a moment ago. 

Staring confused at Seungcheol’s action, reluctant to pick up that halved burger he placed on the plate. Eyes like saucer and mouth hung open at the sight of the beef patty, the bibb lettuce tucked underneath the bun, the caramelized onions, and the gooey gouda cheese. With a light tremble of the lip, your eyes continue to stare at the juicy halved burger on the plate. “I can’t. I am trying to diet for my best friend’s wedding. I am the maid of honor, I can’t gain too much weight.” Sighing softly, you push the plate towards Seungcheol with a shake of the head. “Thanks. But the salad and mushroom panini I ordered is good.” Taking the fork from the side as you stab a few lettuce pieces together. 

“Stop being stubborn. I already cut it in half, are you really going to waste food like this?” Seungcheol giving a glower look in your direction. Pushing the plate back in the spot in front of you. “Just eat it. Or do you want me to feed it to you?” A sly smirk on his lip, Seungcheol leaned back against the leather cushion of the dining booth. His arms crossed over his chest, softly flexing his biceps. Though he was wearing a long-sleeved shirt, it still did wonders with the way the fabric cling onto his arms and a visible outline of his biceps. His wide hands comfortably resting on each side. Lightly gnawing on your bottom lip, and eyes gazing at his biceps far too long to see them flex underneath his sleeves. “So, is that a yes on me having to feed you?” Seungcheol leaned off of the seat, lowering his head to meet your gaze.

Mouth agape, staring at Seungcheol dumbfounded and speechless. The corner of his lip twitching upwards in a smirk. Clearing your throat softly, shaking your head at the questionable question. “N-no. I don’t need you to feed me.” Grabbing onto the halved burger, glancing between the burger and Seungcheol as you take a tentative bite. Subconsciously shutting your eyes at the flavor of the patty, and the soft grilled garlic smashed in between the patty. “Mhmm,” moaning involuntarily at the burst of flavors from the bite. “Oh…my…gawd!”

Seungcheol gulps visibly, his eyes slightly hooded at the sound of your moan. Trying to calm his heart, he watches you take another bite of the halved burger. Controlling his breathing from how sexy and cute you looked; the shape of your mouth as you chewed on the burger to your dainty eyelashes. His heart rate seemingly accelerated at the sight as he held back his internal desires, since the two of you weren’t alone. Glancing away to look at anything besides you, Seungcheol, grabbed onto the other half of the burger on his plate, distracting himself in any way as much as possible. Meanwhile, on his side, Soonyoung gazes side to side, having noticed the tense posture that Seungcheol had when he saw you taking the bite of the hamburger. Skeptical but also way over his head, Soonyoung watches how oblivious you were with your hamburger while Seungcheol was deep in a one-way staring contest. "Should I report this to the others? But how much is needed to be reported and is it worth it?" Contemplating on his thoughts, Soonyoung leans forward, taking a drink of his cola. “I guess it should be fine? They aren’t really doing anything, besides the occasional weird glance at one another.” 

A big sigh, and a big smile after finishing the halved hamburger. Taking a couple napkins from the side to wipe your lips and your fingers. “That was actually really delicious. So, thanks for sharing your hamburger. Now I feel bad that I ate almost all of it.” Glancing over at Seungcheol, your lips softly in a pout. Noticing your uneaten mushroom panini still in front of you. Grabbing hold of the plastic knife beside the tray, as you cut the panini in half. “I should at least reciprocate, since you did, voluntarily offer the other half of your hamburger.” Unsure of the use of the word “voluntarily” since he sort of didn't and it was more of a command. Pushing the plate with the halved mushroom panini towards Seungcheol as you didn't want to change the word that you used, knowing that Seungcheol would say something snarky back.

Seungcheol stared at the sandwich warily, his brow raised in skepticism. Eyeing the sandwich and back at you with his brow scrunch upwards. “It was never meant to be voluntary. I offered on my own accord and I am not going to take your half of the sandwich. I still have my fries.” Taking a few pieces off of his tray as he places it into his mouth. “You need more of the nutrients for the work that you are doing.” Staring at him with your head tilted, lips pressed tight from his statement. His hand softly grazed against the sole of your foot, slipping the heel back onto your foot that he had taken off of you a while ago.

“Well...too bad, I can't eat all of it and if I do, I end up looking bloated. So you have to take it. No backsy.” Furrowing your brows slightly at the childish word you used. Backsy. Remembering all the times when you and Chan were little and fought over things, how one person would use the word and the fighting would stop for the time being. “If I become fat, it is all your fault. Are you going to take responsibility for that?”

Seungcheol’s mind lingered, a faint smirk playing on his lips, imagining you getting fat which led his imagination to something else. His smirk fading and his eyes squinting at a sudden thought, going back to the night you guys had sex. Softly tilting his head, another thought occurred to him, his mind wandering beyond if you could possibly be pregnant. He usually has condoms with him, but that was when he was active in the sexual scene, lately after his incident at the last street event he hasn’t been feeling up for such activities. Until recently, with you. Coming back from his wandering mind, Seungcheol licked his bottom lip, crossing his arms over his chest. “Take responsibility for you if you get fat? Absolutely. You are talking about getting big from me feeding you or from me feeding you?” Softly winking in your direction.

Mouth and eyes widened at what he said, lips tightly shut as you processed what he meant. Getting big from him feeding you? “Ya! Choi Seungcheol!” You shout. Face furiously blushing at what he meant. You couldn't be pregnant, it was only one night of sex and you were sure you weren't on that stage yet. Although, maybe you were? Getting pregnant from one night of sex, a possibilty, the screws in your mind turning at the thought of going back on the little pill. Seungcheol stared longingly, softly chuckling at seeing your astound facial feature. “What? What are you so amuse about? About me getting fat?” Glowering in his direction, as you turned your head away, cheeks puffed out in agitation. “Get that image out of your head.”

“Aww, baby is upset because I said I would take responsibility if you ever get fat? I would. I am going to be the cause of it, so I might as well take responsibility.” Seungcheol straightened his posture from his seat, leaning closer towards you as he reached his arm out, taking your chin in between his fingers. “Don't look away. Even if you get a food belly, you're still going to be as gorgeous as ever.” Seungcheol decided it would be better to go in that direction than the other he was thinking about. He could never imagine you being pregnant all because of him, and it was just one night of sex. Though the notion of a little you slash him growing inside your belly seems thrilling, it also terrified him greatly. He isn’t ready to be a dad, with the reputation he holds in the street racing community, being a father isn’t on his agenda. Not wanting to push this further, he grabbed onto the sandwich, waving it in front of you with a sarcastic grin. “Happy?”

“Very much. That was all you had to do anyways, you didn’t have to filibuster your way to it.” Softly chuckling, you stick your tongue out slightly at him in mockery. Knowing that you won yourself a battle of wits, or well whatever this whole debacle of a conversation was. “I had a nibble on my half earlier, I think the chef added truffle oil to the sandwich.” Eyes glancing away from Seungcheol, feeling somewhat flustered from the confidence– even though confidence comes easily to you, having done meetings at your work multiple times with a breeze. The confidence in front of Seungcheol was different, his piercing gaze and his tone of voice that could melt you into a puddle.

“Oh, yeah, the chef does use truffle oil on his sandwiches. It’s his signature trademark. And the best part about this diner, the donuts. They make it fresh and warm, so when you take a bite of the donut, it is still warm and soft in your mouth. I’m gonna order us some.” Soonyoung chirped up from the side. Your eyes averted over to him and all realization comes crashing back that you weren’t having lunch alone with Seungcheol. “You have to try it Y/n, the donuts here are delicious when they come out straight from the deep fryer, all still warm and soft.” Soonyoung stood from his seat, walking away towards the bar counter to order the donuts. Leaving you alone at the table with Seungcheol and with that, you have run out of things to talk about with him that won’t make your heart go crazy.

Seungcheol softly cleared his throat, his eyes glancing into his cup of water. “Are you going to go on that second date?” He asks hesitantly, as he finishes off the fries on his tray. 

Taken by surprise at his question, you fiddle with the spork in between your fingers, unsure on how to respond to Seungcheol’s question as you also don’t know if you want to go on the second date with Minhyun. Despite having a good time, your head and heart were in two different directions. Your head saying “yes” while your heart saying “no”. And that other thing that Seungcheol said, making your heart and mind confused with anger. Does he want you to go on the date or does he not want you to? “Should I?” Glancing softly upwards at him and softly poking around the salad greens in the bowl. “I haven’t messaged or called Minhyun yet. He said it was okay if I took my time to reach out to him.”

“Don’t.” Seungcheol softly spoke, clearly his throat, tilting his head upwards as he made eye contact with yours. “I meant as in, don’t message or call him. Was your first date really that memorable? I’m just saying but I bet I could make a first date way more memorable and exciting.” Taking the end bits of the fries, Seungcheol finishes off his food. Swiping a napkin from the side, he wipes his fingers and then his mouth. 

Flabbergasted at what he said, as it all sounded like a demand of sorts. Softly tapping your heel on the tile floor, you consider Seungcheol’s ridiculous demand. “So, let’s say that I said yes to whatever you just did. Where would we go and exactly how would you make it memorable and exciting?” 

“It will be a surprise. That’s what dates are supposed to be anyways. A surprise packed with excitement that will leave you with an unforgettable memory. Do you even remember your date with Minhyun?”

That cocky attitude that Seungcheol is exuding is really, somewhat, pissing you off. The tapping of your heel against the tile floor grows erratic with annoyance. Lips softly pouted and your head tilting slightly to the side, watching him in front of you. “So…?” You hum lightly, squinting your eyes as you think of the next words to say, ‘cause lord knows you will say something ridiculous if you didn’t think it first. “What you are proposing is that you can make a date way more memorable and excitable? Correct me if I am wrong. And I know you don't like to be wrong.” Seungcheol’s eyes bore into yours’ and the way his posture remained leaned against the cushion of the dining booth felt empowering. His brow raised menacingly and his bulging biceps hidden in his black tee shirt. Softly, and trying not to show any signs of it, you let out a low breath.

Seungcheol shook his head lightly, a twinge at the corner of his lips that had a full display of a smirk. "You aren't wrong." He simply says, keeping his posture the same against the booth seat. "I meant what I meant. Describe to me what Minhyun's date was like and I can guarantee that what I have in mind for a date is far exciting." 

Gritting your teeth at hearing Seungcheol's ridiculousness, or well to you it was. Seeing how unbothered and intimidating he looked from across the table, a sudden idea, a bad one but nonetheless you're going to risk it anyways. "Honestly, the first date with Minhyun, I guess it doesn't count. Since it was an initial meet up that my friend set up. So, I might have to get back to you on that when I do go on an official date with Minhyun." Smiling at seeing Seungcheol's demeanor change as you lightly gnaw on your bottom lip. Keeping his gaze on you, you felt the heated tension rise in your body and maybe other places too but that doesn't matter now. Your heart was racing at his prolonged stare. The way it made you unstable and questioning all sorts of intellectual thoughts. His deep brown eyes are at fault, like starting into an abyss. 

"I got the donuts!" Soonyoung announces himself, a box in his hands as he walks back to the table. Unaware of the heated tension between you and Seungcheol. "And they are still piping hot, perfect with some ice coffee." He glances between the both of you, not sure what the staring contest is all about. 

Revving out of the stare, softly gasping at how long you had your gaze on Seungcheol. Turning your head to meet Soonyoung's confused and excited expression. "Ice coffee with hot donuts does sound like a great dessert choice." Keep your head where it is, as the risk of looking at Seungcheol will break something inside. Shuffling inside your purse, and taking your wallet out to bring out your credit card. "Thanks for lunch Soonyoung. Let me at least pay for half of it." Waving your credit card in between your fingers. Seungcheol stood up, grabbing your credit card from your fingers. Side stepping out of the booth seat, he makes his way to your side of the seat and places your card back in your purse.

"I got it. Keep your money to yourself. I will meet you guys back in the car." Seungcheol took out his wallet from his back pocket, walking away from the table before you could protest or do anything.

"Ok!" Soonyoung saluted him, watching you with your mouth agape. "Well, you heard the man. He will meet us back in the car. And we can stop by Starbucks to get some ice coffee to go with our donuts." He lightly pulled out his hand in front of you, taking it instinctively into your hand, then both of you walked out of the diner and towards his car. The inevitable was hanging between Soonyoung's mind and his mouth. Should he confront what the whole staring contest was or should he forget about it? He may be a little dim-witted, but the staring felt more like it should have been. Ignoring his mind, as he didn't want to pursue what might not even be true. Without the others to assist. 

Back at the garage, your mind was still processing at Seungcheol, paying for your lunch. Head held high, you stepped in front of him. "Okay. Listen and let me finish. I always pay back what other offers, and you denied my card so you could pay all by yourself. Well, I'm letting it go. At least let me pay for something." Seungcheol stared down at your features, you weren't that short but then again he wasn't that tall either. 

"You really aren't going to let this go?" He questions. Lowering his head slightly and closer to you. "In exchange for me paying for all of our lunches…" he paused. Thinking of something and Hoon came to mind, his sickening threat and you in any sorts of danger. "Let me upgrade your car." Confused at his request, you let out a light laughter.

"I'm sorry for laughing. An upgrade on my car? I'm sorry I don't need my car to be super fast." Unable to contain your laugh, you continue to chuckle and grin at his request. Seeing Seungcheol's unchanged expression, you stopped laughing. "What upgrade are you talking about?"

"I'm not planning on boosting your car. Just minor interior grades, maybe tint your windows, and buff out the paint on your car. Nothing much. Should take up to a week." Seungcheol shrugged. "You can take my car as a replacement. Your choice of car, the Bugatti or the Mercedes." 

"Oh–" interrupted by a notification ping from your phone alerting you to get back to work. "The Mercedes is fine." Grabbing your car key out of your purse as you hand it over to Seungcheol. "I am going to pay for these upgrades. Right?" 

"We will see." He winked, taking your car key into his hand. "If you follow me to my office, I will get you the key to the car you will be driving." Following Seungcheol to his office, you glimpse down at your watch. Sprinting onward to catch up with him, colliding into his back from having not noticed he stopped. "Oof," stepping lightly back, your eyes end up gawking at his wide shoulders. Reminding you of that night, your fingers grazing against his shoulders and down his back as his length pounds the light out of you. Staring into space at the sudden remembrance, you don't notice Seungcheol facing forward with a pair of keys dangling in between his fingers. The amusement on his face at seeing your spaced out expression. 

"If you are done ogling me, here is the key to my Bugatti." Seungcheol interjects, waving the key in front of your face. Pulling out of your spaced out thought at the word "Bugatti" you blink and step back from him. 

"Bugatti? I…wait, I said I will take your Mercedes. Seungcheol–" you begin to protest, softly huffing as he intercepts the rest of your banter. "Just take it. The Bugatti is safer, just don't press the NOS button." He chuckles, placing the keys in your palm. "A week. Or a week and a half, depending on when the shipments get here. Y/n, please." Your mind halted at the sudden use of the word please. Seungcheol always has this intimidating aura to him and now hearing him pleading with you, felt new as your heart began thundering again. Nodding your head quietly, you clasp your fingers around the key. "Alright. Thank you, Seungcheol." Meeting with his gaze again, instead of drowning in his eyes like you usually do, you saw a light speck in his eyes. Turning around to head back to work because one, work and two, Seungcheol's eyes always made you think of crazy things to do. 

"Oh, Y/n!" Seungcheol exclaimed before you got out the door. Lightly turning around to face him, a playful grin on his lips. "Chan is not allowed to drive my Bugatti. Just you and only you. Take care." You chuckled at his words. Nodding your head with a quick response of "Got it".

I'm back from the dead! And I am sorry. But I got the ball rolling again and will be posting frequently-ish again :D trying to write shorter and trying to not add a bunch random detailed shit because I tend to do that a lot.

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[thelandswemadeofpaper]

Reasons for Conflicts

Conflict of Interest, of Priorities and Hidden Agendas. A character's personal goals and problems and the others's reactions to them.

What are the life goals and beliefs in questions? Perfection? Obedience? Duty? As a Soldier/Warrior? Beauty? Law/Order? Wanting a Normal Life? Approval? The character's feelings and opinions matter a lot.

A person who hates her group (family, faction, kingdom...), especially because of fairly good reason (Neji, Hakuryuu, Tyrion and Lysa Arryn for example). Or just having problems with it already make easy for the Villain to manipulate with promises of either friendship or revenge.

A Mad Quest, the harmful ways to accomplish it, the people hurt in the process (the quester included) and the others attempts of interference.

Most controversial characters are considered 'grey' due their actions and given excuses and if (and until what point) their reasons are valid enough.

The whole 'who is to blame' and the willingness and consent (or if they had much of a choice) of the person how did the action too. Or mistakes, impulsive and foolish actions with deep consequences for the other people.

Plently of things can be used to justify: manipulation, survival, grief, naiveness, forced to, lack of power...

About Culture and Nation. Maybe two people of different branches of the same folk, maybe said folk did/is doing some shit at the moment, maybe is a long lost culture they are trying to revive and acknowledge their mistakes or trying to reestabilish the old way.

A Promise/Deal/Oath (Surrendal? Its Trick? Marriage? One side refuses to pay the price or broke it? Sabotaged? They were never thinking of paying (like Loki's story with that horse?)? Involves another person without their consent?). Keeping your word can be a serious cultural or magical thing. And the situation can change easily with time (Feanor's sons, Salome, Baahubali's mother Sivagami).

Demands or offers (from the victors? Are they too arrogant or bold? Made by a lesser person? It was pretty much a insult? Benefit one side more? It was forced or unfair?)

Just a group needing something from the other and the price asked for it can lead to hostility already.

Or something more Dystopian like Promised Neverland

Members of the same or allied factions, or even friends have an fight or one attack another over something, may involve crippling. They can just attempt.

Agent Provacateur

False Flag Operation

Self-Defense Ruse

Well-Intentioned Extremist

Unwitting Instigator of Doom

Pretext for War

Not Just a Tournament

Common Enemy

Elemental Rivalry

Rage Against the Mentor

Calling the Old Man Out

A Battle Royality (kind like Highlander, Hunger Games and Fate series too? A butch of people fighting for a title/prize? Can be more than one winner like the Archon War. Maybe a champion from each faction to win a position like Three Dark Crowns?)

Pited against each other (by parent? For throne? Lies? Two heroes? Accused? Friends? Factions? Do something bad to blame the other?)

Creates a problem so you can solve it and play hero. Frame your enemies so you can ask for compensation or for them to be punished. Cause an incident (even against your own people or yourself) to blame the enemy party or ruin their reputation.

A refusal or choosing one over another (specially if there is rivality with the 'other') they can be considered a insult or a message. Or winning where another lost can cause pettiness or wounded pride.

Disaproval of an Friendship/Love or an Hate/Rivality. Two enemies can have an mutual friend.

A character (or their group) being indirectly responsable for another's misfortune and suffering or just benefit from it, maybe jealous for their privilege? And the other just don't understand? Or for having a good life while the other don't?

Fantasy Prejudice and Crapsaccharine World can have this. I reminded both of AlicentxRhaenyra (and a little of NejixHinata and Vongola too) and the Moriquendi/Dwarves/Edain.

Privilege and Prejudice can also be be cause of so much fucked up bullshit. The selfishness of putting yourself and yours above others and make them pay and sacrifice for you (even fix your fuck ups), dragging them into your messes.

Made an plan behind their back (maybe use them as an pawn), one manipulated the other. Forced to participate said plan? (The cover up of another's actions? Forced to keep an secret?)

The crash of opinions about a country's rulling in general (Of interference in another country's matter? A deal? A choice or mistake? A alliance? help? subordination?)

Refusal to acknowledge you were wrong and try to fix your mistakes. Or that your Faction was wrong or that someone is a bad person.

One being responsable (can be indirectly, intentional, misplaced or not) for an tragedy (personal or not), like an curse or the fall/massacre of an kingdom/family.

An reveal (heritage, adoption, origins, revenge, reason, empire dark secret, an plan, an clan, past, hidden action, secret identity...)

Loyality (To Family? Faction? To Friends? Parent? Country? To an Person? To Law and Order or to Morals? Common Sense? Between?)

The Villain is right? Your friend fucked up? They had a good reason for the Revenge? To admit your friend is a Bad Person or did a wrong thing can be difficult, because its still your friend.

Can be a double sided thing: the Traitor may have good reason for the Betrayal and so is the Hero for killing them in return? (Kinda like Shae, Mirri Maz Duur and Ollie)

Enemies by Association or Nature: those characters have connections (friend? family? faction? ancestors?) that have hostility between them or should make them enemies.

Or one of the characters is the one to have the hostility with the other associate. Like the Villain and his Nemesis's Sibling or Child.

They are in different Factions (enemies or rivals, temporaly or not, nothing personal at the beginning, but can get). Can be the same Kingdom/Realm, but different factions/family/group.

Servants/Followers of an certain person the other does not like. (Can be the two of them or just one, the other can be the leader of the rival group).

Or just, like...the character's family starts shit and turns antagonist agains the Hero Team and now he has to pick a side. Or try to stop both of them.

They are in the same group, but one is more rebelish/in disagreement with them. Or one is an Rebel/Exiled/Traitor/Defeator/Former Member.

Conflict of Loyality: Love? Duty? Reason? Honor? Revenge? Family? Faction? In between it?

I just love the whole 'characters that are supposed to be enemies somehow are friends'. On other side a reveal about a relation with the enemy will lead to trouble.

One has more brutal/extreme/violent methods. The other wants a more peaceful approach. Any disagreement over solutions and how to handle the situation in question, maybe two characters who made different choices (Stayed/Left? Rebel/Inaction? Killed/Spared?). Are they Foils? A Tragic one not wanting the other to repeat their mistakes? A Hero not wanting to be like the Villain one?Different reactions to the same thing?

This begin done in mass is what lead to the hostility and differences between Moriquendi and Eldar.

Its about a person? If they should kill them? forgive or punish? (this also counts for the custody, trust, follow, help or 'use' that person in some way) or this can be about an object too? (One wants to buield or use something? Destroy it? Its dangerous? The cost of doing so? Versus the benefits? Us versus Them mentality?)

Two organizations, faction or political (maybe cultural?) parties, etc within a Nation/Kingdom have a rivality.

Fake Defector/Double Agent (don't have to be the 'enemy/villain side', can be a different political faction or an person that the other don't approve of)

Push away/Exile/Fire them for their own good (could be because of another person orders/threats?).

Did something to save the other or for their own safety (maybe sacrificed another person? Turned them into something? Make an deal?)

Broken Pedestal/Miscarriage of Justice (Culture? Folk? Group? Family? Person? Fallen Clan?)

Breaking off a Friendship or Romance don't mean you have to change sides or be enemies. It also could have been broken by a third party. How? Brainwashed? Manipulated? Misunderstanding? Staged Betrayal? Lies?

Pre-Conflict Hate, when two groups or characters already have a hostility between them before the real war/problem starts, so they are more ruthless.

The entitlement or ownership over anything (object? land? throne? power? person? invention? credit?). The reasons are numerous, from 'heritage' to 'worthness' and even 'necessity', attempts to claim it may cause great conflict, what they want to do with it is also important. (The Silmarils, Vhagar and the Iron Throne are a Great Exemple).

More common things like places, treasures, resources.

Accidentaly using your powers on a friend and the consequences of it.

Your (fairly valid) actions blow out of proportion and hurt innocents, maybe even a loved one?

All the Other Reindeer

Disagreement and Disaproval

The nature of a relationship is a common source for a divergence of opinions between fans (abusive? neglecful? toxic? selfish? all take and no give? power imbalance? if the circunstances are good? a doormat?)

Discord Tropes

Its between two characters? Friends? Family? Its about a third one? Between two Factions? The heroes involved themselves in another Faction Inner Problems? Which Faction each one belong? Independent? Antagonist? Protagonist? Neutral?

Try to see the Conflict in the eyes/perspective of other characters related to it some way and create a new Conflict. Or switch the trope applied to another character.

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[darkfinch]

y'know I didn't even realise at first that - unless I'm misunderstanding something - rabbit must've come out of retirement to teach quinn? and that's just, fuck, that's a lot. he could absolutely keep hiding from the world OR he could retraumatise himself and risk exactly the same thing that utterly broke him before in order to teach this kid and try to keep him safe*. and that is… A Lot.

* 'try' is the key word there. also pausing to acknowledge that it fucked quinn up a lot (and hurt a lot of others in the process) & was a terrible decision by any reasonable metric, yes.

like, we're still talking intent not impact here, though I do get the feeling that rabbit might be a more effective AND kinder teacher than most ("we're doing it together"). this realisation still kinda took my breath away.

I'm… glad they got each other out of it.

:333 I am. SO glad that you have noticed this, yeah. yeah. he's trained his entire life to be this thing and do this thing, he takes the first possible opportunity to Really be this thing, he does it successfully for a decade of his life, and then overnight is like. i can never fucking do this again. He can never take a job again he can never mentor a kid again because he can never live through this again, right

(it's a Difficult Enough Winter that babusia, who's usually a vocal proponent of Getting Back On The Horse, doesn't push.)

and maybe she sends the kids up to visit with him for a weekend, for a week, for some of the summer, because she gets nervous about him being all alone up there—but she never once asks him if he'll ever work again, or wonders aloud if he's letting himself get rusty, or asks if he'd be willing to mentor any of them. she Knows Better than to ask.

so rabbit's Weird Uncle Rabbit. he's silent he's standoffish he's intimidating. he's distant, he's nobody's favourite anything, everyone’s a little bit scared of him—

—and then quinn shows up on the porch with a shit attitude, a gleeful determination to be the best at everything he learns, and an instant fascination with rabbit, and rabbit's like……….hm.

and like he's still firm on No Mentoring, right, but he watches quinn nearly break his own thumb throwing a punch, and offers to teach the kids a thing or two. You Know, For Fun. and Safety.

quinn wants to show off with his slingshot (he can hit the really far can, now, look), so rabbit lets himself be dragged along by the sleeve to watch. gives him a couple pointers. 

Rabbit comes by to pick up mail from babusia’s house, and she’s like, “the boy never stops asking about Uncle Rabbit, when can we go to Uncle Rabbit’s house again, did you know he can talk to birds” and Rabbit starts popping by on weekends, maybe, every once in a while. 

And all at once Quinn’s hurtling towards fourteen and Rabbit’s feeling a terrible all-encompassing Dread for Months and he’s thinking, at least it’s someone I trust who’ll be doing it, she’s good, she’ll do a good job with him—and then Quinn’s mom says she’s not going to mentor him.

(quinn, whose mother never bothered to know him in the first place, who was dropped off with his clothes in a garbage bag, who half-expected to be shipped off somewhere else during his first few months at babusia's house)

And Rabbit, in a moment of absolute Terror and Anger and Betrayal and Impulse, goes, Fuck you, I'll do it.

(he has a few months to Prepare. He gets new gear, and puts his name back out there, and starts taking jobs again to make sure he isn’t rusty. He does a lot of deep, measured breathing, staring at the cabin ceiling. He gets very little sleep. It’s the most terrifying thing he does in his entire life and it’s absolutely worth it)

...and also, yeah, he’s Effective, he's an Effective Teacher, and he is [if not quite Kind] kinder than a lot of other people get. because he Knows quinn and Cares about quinn and wants more than he’s ever wanted Anything for this kid to be okay. He’s like, alright, we’re going to do this miserable thing together. You’re going to camp out in the woods with no supplies, and i’m going to be three feet away listening to you whine about it. Let’s go

#rabbit does in fact develop a stress ulcer during this process thank you for asking please keep him in ur thoughts #finchtalks #finchlore