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quality-street-rat · 2 years

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MDNI, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Attack on Titan fic, Levi x transmasc reader, angst, canon character death, canon-typical violence and injury, reader gets fucking isekai’d lmao, breeding talk/no actual breeding, reader wants babies but not like that

Object Resonance, def: The psychic ability to touch objects or people and receive information spanning all five senses about them

AGAIN, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Edit: I can't believe I have to say this but antis DNI too

Levi sat across from you, steely gaze boring into you while his fingers tapped nervously on the table. You knew it was nervous because you were also touching the table, trying to ignore his staring while Hange talked excitedly in your ear.

What does Levi Ackerman have to be nervous about? You wondered fleetingly before your attention was drawn once more by Hange’s findings. They surprisingly talked to you most during dinner, being too absorbed in training and science most of the day. The only things they really said to you in the lab were related to their experiments on you. The Freak, Levi called you sometimes. You knew he didn’t really mean it. Your Object Resonance told you at least that much. Maybe he knew that you knew, maybe he didn’t. He kept saying it anyway.

You liked to go outside and watch the sky after dinner most nights. It comforted you a little, knowing that some moon, if not this moon, shone in a different sky back home. How you’d gotten here, you had no idea. You mostly chalked it up to a half-baked isekai plot, but in real life. The Object Resonance was new, though you had been closely following Attack On Titan for a while before your…arrival? Appearance? Didn’t matter. You knew what was going to happen, but…you couldn’t bring yourself to change anything. If one thing changed, everything else would, and then you wouldn’t know what would happen next. So you…pretended, that everything you knew was based on your Object Resonance.

“Cadet.” Levi sat down next to you on the bench, staring up at the sky.

“Not your cadet,” you laughed softly. It was an exchange you’d had a thousand times, Levi insisting on calling you a cadet despite being fully aware you weren’t an official member of the military, instead documented as a “consultant.”

The comfortable silence stretched for a good ten minutes. Levi began tapping his fingers again after the first five, and finally spoke.

“I’ve been wanting to talk to you about something.”

“Oh?” You turned to look at him. It was 842, and he looked as stunning as he always did. The timeline was a little different, you’d realized, given that Levi joined the scouts earlier than you’d guessed. That being said, you’d always known he was beautiful, but you’d kept your mouth shut for a long time about how you felt. He had other things to think about.

“Yeah.” Levi seemed to ponder, his face still turned upward. You watched his side profile with silent admiration.

“Take your time,” you teased.

“Shut up,” he grumbled, but smiled ever so slightly. “I. You haven’t been here for very long. Only a few months. And. I understand quite well the…gender thing you and Hange talked about. It took me a while to realize, and…I know that I’m not the best at talking to people. But.”

The silence dragged on.

“But…?” You prompted.

He turned to look at you, gray eyes somehow soft and intense all at once.

“Y/n…” he breathed. “I think…I think I’m in love with you.”

You leaned back immediately, a sad look overcoming your features.

“No,” you said gently. “No, you don’t.”

“What?” Levi’s brow furrowed.

“You think you do, and I hear you saying that,” you went on, “but you don’t. And you can’t. I’m not meant to be here. We both know that. And besides…you want someone else.”

“Oh really?” Levi growled. “And who might that be?”

“Excuse me?” Levi’s voice was angry now. “How could you possibly say that?”

“I’ve touched you before,” you reminded him. “When we met, and shook hands. I know. You love someone.”

You smiled sadly.

“Not me.”

“Touch me then,” he demanded, holding out his hands in an almost supplicating manner. “Touch my hands, my wrists, my arms, my face, anything you need for me to prove that I want you, no one else.”

You sighed, but took his hands in yours and shut your eyes. You saw flashes of a face that wasn’t yours and blond hair, felt Levi’s deep attraction to them. You then saw yourself, heard your own laugh, felt a touch on your hands as if your own hands were being held. Your senses filled up with a never-ending barrage of you, you, you.

You took your hands back with a gasp.

“Well?” Levi demanded.

You took a deep breath and put on a gentle smile before answering him.

“You have an obsession. I’ll give you that. If you want to call it love, then go ahead. I won’t stop you.”

He shifted closer. Licked his lips nervously.

“I do want to call it love. It’s not an obsession just because you’re a man. Will you…stop me from kissing you?”

You pondered. It would be nice to have the attention you so dearly craved from the man himself, Levi Ackerman. Had since you first saw him, years and worlds ago. On the other hand, you knew he wasn’t destined to be yours. You were a trespasser, an invader, a usurper of another’s rightful place.

Fuck it, you decided. He’s here now. He wants me now. It will be what it will be, and I will take the disappointment when it comes.

“It’s not because I’m a man. It’s because I’m me. But…no.” you said with fake nonchalance. “I don’t think I will.”

Levi leaned in slowly, his eyes flicking to yours before closing, as he pressed a gentle kiss to your lips. He brought his hands up and ran them through your hair as you broke apart.

“Shit, I’ve wanted to do that for a long time,” he chuckled.

“Kiss me?” You asked.

“Touch your hair.” He did it again for good measure. “It just fits your face so well. And it’s soft, and…” he trailed off, petting his hands through your hair again.

Your eyes fluttered closed. That felt so nice…but.

“It’s getting late,” you whispered. Levi frowned and removed his hands from your hair.

“You’re right. You should sleep. Can I walk you to your room?” He asked, getting up.

“No thank you.” You stood as well, and leaned in to kiss him on the cheek.

“Goodnight Levi. Thank you.”

—------------

845, three months before the fall of Wall Maria

You carefully took off your uniform straps, hanging them neatly on a hook. No matter how much you trained, the ODM gear still eluded you. Three years of training had somewhat helped, you could move around. But you couldn’t do it terribly fast, and forget about wielding blades.

“Hard day?” A voice from the doorway asked. You turned to see Levi standing there, watching you undress.

“No more than usual.” You softly laughed before you peeled off your white pants, tossing them onto the bed with a sigh.

“Again?” Levi tsk’d as he walked to the bed to fold them.

“I was going to do that,” you whined as you pulled on your regular pants.

“You should take better care of your uniform.”

“I’m still not military, it’s technically not mine.”

“Hm.”

You smiled. You’d had this exchange many times over the past three years. You shared a room with a soldier named Abraham, but you spent most nights in Levi’s quarters. Nobody talked about it. Well, except Hange. She teased you and Levi both whenever you were in the lab at the same time.

“You’re not too sore?” Levi asked, reaching to help you put on your shirt. You waited until the gray fabric settled around your hips to answer.

“No.”

“Good.”

You knew what he was really asking.

“Come to my room tonight early then.” Levi kissed you on the forehead and left. You sighed as you sat to put on your shoes.

This can’t last, you reminded yourself again. Three years with Levi had been wonderful. He grew angry whenever you said that he wouldn’t love you forever though, and did everything he could to prove you wrong. You appreciated the gestures, but you knew. You knew he would leave eventually. So you’d just smile and thank him, take the gift or the compliment or whatever it was, and pretend it was going to be okay. You had to admit though, the sex was fantastic. You’d had a hysterectomy years before ending up on Paradis, so you didn’t have to worry about anything. You never took off your shirt during sex though, and Levi was very respectful of that. Didn’t touch you there, didn’t talk about them, and even offered you his own shirts sometimes.

Dinner was uneventful. You could feel Levi’s gaze on you from across the mess hall, and finished quickly. You wanted a shower before heading up. A thunderstorm began while you were showering, and you felt the floor rumble after a particularly close flash of lightning. The lantern you took up to Levi’s quarters left flickering shadows on the wall, the strong wind threatening to blow the shutters on the ground floor.

“You started without me,” you pouted, shutting and locking the door behind you and blowing out the lantern.

Levi lay on the bed with his hand around his cock, propping himself up on his elbows to look at you when you spoke.

“Had to take the edge off,” he said lowly, pupils blown out. “Come here.”

“Do you want me to light a candle?” You asked, quickly stripping off your pants while you walked to the bed.

“Don’t bother. Come kiss me.”

You obliged, and he grasped your hair with his clean hand, gently pulling. You gasped, and pulled away as he wiped his other hand on the sheets.

“Let me take care of you tonight,” you whispered. A crack of lightning lit up the room in stark relief, then it was gone with a rumble.

“Okay,” Levi breathed, “just let me–” He kissed you again, nipping your bottom lip before letting you go.

You kissed down the column of his throat, pausing to gently bite and suck a mark near the bottom. No visible hickeys, that was the rule. You moved on, leaving pretty dark bruises all over his collarbone while your hands came up to play with his nipples.

“Oh,” he gasped. “That feels so good, sweetheart.”

“Yeah?”

You kept going, kissing wetly down his stomach and across his hips. You skipped where he wanted you before sucking marks into his thighs.

“Don’t tease,” Levi whispered. “Please, y/n, don’t tease.”

You finished making a little bruise in the crease of his hip before looking up.

“I have no idea what you mean, starshine.” Your smile gave you away as he looked down in disbelief.

“You’re impossible,” he said with a grin. “I love you.”

A crestfallen look crossed your face for a split second, illuminated by the lightning.

“I love you too.” Your voice was lost in the thunder, but you knew he could feel your words in the lips against his skin.

Levi frowned, sitting up.

“Hey, I–”

You interrupted him by licking all the way up his cock, and he broke off with a strangled noise, falling back down onto the bed.

It started raining. You could hear it, could taste the pre in your throat, your nose full of Levi’s heady scent, and you closed your eyes to just feel. A hint of something passed through your Object Resonance, but you ignored it, sucking harshly and holding Levi’s hips down so he couldn’t choke you.

Levi was getting close, you could tell, and you rolled your tongue across his tip just to feel him twitch in your mouth.

Then you heard it. It was muffled by the rain, but you could hear it as clearly as if Levi had moaned in your ear.

“Erwin…”

You froze. Levi seemed to realize his mistake as he tensed up.

“No, y/n, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry–”

You opened your mouth, releasing him as a long string of saliva clung to his tip while you climbed over him.

“Shh, it’s okay,” you soothed, kissing him deeply, desperately, your words broken up by filthy, wet, sloppy kisses.

“I know–”

“--I know, starshine–”

“--I’ve known all along–”

“--You don’t have to say anything–”

“Y/n, could you just–”

“Levi Ackerman, shut the fuck up,” you said, resting your forehead against his. “I knew I couldn’t have you forever, so I’m going to take what I can for tonight.”

You reached back, guiding him into your soaking wet cunt. You both let out a low moan as you settled all the way down.

“Hang on,” Levi panted. “Let me–”

You slapped your hand over his mouth, kissing your knuckles over his lips. You started moving, fucking yourself on his cock with a desperate force, grinding him deep with every thrust. He moved his hands up, as if to stop you.

“No!” you growled. “Stay down and let me have this last time.” You sped up, making his eyes roll back in his head and his breaths come heavier. You released his mouth, letting his loud moans fill the room. The rain kept him much quieter than he would have been otherwise. Soon enough you started babbling.

“Fuck, you feel so good starshine.”

“You’re perfect, you’re so perfect.”

“You’re so deep, so deep.”

He was close. Some deep wall inside you broke at the thought of this ending, and your heartbreak found its way into your words.

“It’s okay, Levi,” you panted. “I know. I knew all this time I was just a hole for you to dump your cum.” You emphasized the word with a particularly hard thrust.

His eyes widened.

“So shut up and let me have it,” you continued. Your words turned into breathy moans as you continued.

“Give me your cum, please please please I need it, I need you, fuck me full, fill me up.” Words spilled from your mouth without your permission. “Fuck me full, get me pregnant, I need it so bad, give me a baby, I wanna have your baby, please–”

Levi came with a shout, hot white seed scalding you from the inside. You sat panting, while Levi stared up at the ceiling with glazed-over eyes. He snapped to attention as you slid off him, dripping white down your leg as you retrieved your pants. The pounding rain filled the silence.

“Don’t worry.” Your voice was tired, resigned. “Still can’t get pregnant. That was…just talk.”

The silence dragged on as you got dressed, broken only as you reached the door.

“Did you at least cum?”

You laughed softly, lost in the rain.

“No.” You didn’t look back.

—--------

You started wearing gloves after that, only touching things when Hange or Erwin asked. It was refreshing, the silence. You slept in your own bed every night now. Hange still teased on the rare occasion that Levi visited the lab, but he didn’t wind up in the same room as you unless he had to. Soon you started calling him Captain every time you addressed him. Hange noticed, of course, but didn’t bring it up after the first time.

Wall Maria fell, as of course it did. Every new recruit to the Scouts was introduced to you, the consultant. You shook hands with each one, and felt their deaths more often than not. You didn’t tell them they were dying soon. What good would it do? You didn’t tell Hange either.

Erwin occasionally took you to political events with him and Levi in order to quietly gain information about everyone you met, and you spent a great deal of those trips staring out the window, only spoken when spoken to in an effort to maintain appearances. At the events you would smile and be polite, shaking hands with your gloves tucked in your coat pocket. You wrote reports in the evenings and pretended everything was okay. You spent a lot of time with Moblit over the next three years, a quiet camaraderie concerning your unrequited loves between you. Surprisingly with his help you became at least somewhat proficient with the ODM gear, but Erwin wouldn’t clear you for battle because you weren’t military. You’re too valuable being the underlying reason, because of course it was with him.

Sooner than you expected, it was time. You were waiting in the Trost District. You were jittery, knowing the Scouts were due to come back today. When you heard the bells, you rode out to meet them and fell in next to Hange.

“News?” you asked.

“Nothing new,” they said, clearly tired. You nodded.

“How many?”

“He’s okay, y/n.” Hange chuckled. “Shouldn’t you be talking to him?”

You turned your head to watch Levi for a moment.

“Not anymore.” It was your first admission of things changing between you. Hange immediately looked worried.

“Look, I know he’s my best friend but I can kick his ass for you,” they offered.

“Not his fault.” You shook your head. “Besides, it’s three years too late.”

“Three years? By the walls, and I’ve been teasing you about him all this time!”

“It’s fine, Hange. But listen,” you changed the subject.

“What? Did you see something? Did you write it down?” Hange seemed excited, as you knew they would.

“Not exactly. Something just feels…off. May I?” You took off your glove and reached out. Hange grinned and excitedly held your hand for a moment.

“Anything?” They were practically vibrating in their saddle.

“No. Not really. Something about today just feels very strange.”

You had barely reached HQ before an alarm was sounded. The outer wall of Trost was breached, and they needed the Scouts.Your request to join them was once again denied, and so you sat despondently in Hange’s office trying to read until a cadet arrived with a summons for you. You’d expected it, so you sent them back to Erwin with the message that you were on your way. It was evening, and you were immediately shown to a courthouse and told that the Commander and Captain Ackerman were waiting for you below.

Eren Jeager looked younger than you’d expected. Then again, he was fifteen. When he woke up, you entered the cell despite Erwin and Levi’s warnings to shake his hand. You already knew enough, but you told them what they wanted to hear. Eren meant no harm to them, he didn’t remember how he’d become a shifter, and all you could see when you touched him was a family portrait. You described the portrait, but didn’t say anything else.

You soon found yourself working closely with Levi again. Erwin and Hange both wanted you as close as possible to Eren, which meant a temporary assignment to Squad Levi. Though you engaged in friendly conversation with the others, you barely spoke to Levi, and made eye contact with him even less. It continued that way for a long time.

—--------------

“Commander Zoe?”

“Oh for goodness’ sake, y/n, call me Hange! You’ve done it for six years, it can’t be that hard.” Hange looked up to see you grinning, before relaxing and laughing.

“Gotcha,” you said, coming to sit in front of their desk, keeping a firm hand on your bandages until you were settled.

“Hey, could you ask Moblit–” Hange stopped, their face falling.

“I know,” you said. “He was my friend too.”

Hange sighed.

“Have you talked to Levi?”

They looked up, surprised.

“Have you?”

“I don’t think he wants to talk to me,” you said with a shrug.

“He might not want to,” Hange said. “But…I think he needs to. He needs to hear it from you, you know. That there was nothing he could have done. That any of us could have done.”

“I’ll think about it,” you said after a while.

There was a knock on Levi’s office door. He looked up from blankly staring at his paperwork and frowned.

“Come in.”

Sasha Braus carefully opened the door and came in, setting a tea tray on Levi’s desk.

“Mr. L/n sent tea.”

Levi stared.

“Did he.”

“Um…”

“Dismissed.”

Once the door was firmly shut and Levi had heard Sasha’s footsteps fade away did he move to pick up the cup. He carefully took a sip.

Oh, he thought. He made it himself. You still remembered how he liked his tea. A piece of paper fluttered from the bottom of the cup onto the desk. Levi frowned and picked it up, unfolding it.

I’m sorry. It was your handwriting. Levi sat motionless for a good five minutes before standing and storming out of the room.

You sat outside on your usual bench. It was a clear night, and the empty yard seemed to shine almost silver.

“Cadet.”

“Captain,” you responded without turning to look.

“...Did you know?”

This made you look at him.

“What?”

“Did you know?!”

“Yes. The moment I touched him that day I knew.” You looked away again.

“Why didn’t you warn us?!” Levi yelled. “Why didn’t you say something?! Is this what you wanted?!”

You whipped your head around with a glare.

“Don’t you dare talk to me like that, Captain.” You were seething. “You think I could have done something?! Is that it? You think I could have changed Erwin’s mind? You think anyone could have changed his mind?”

“You should have tried!”

“No!” You stood, pointing at him. “You don’t get to tell me what I should or shouldn’t have done! You don’t have my power, you don’t know how much of a curse it is! I thought about it! I seriously considered it, I knew you didn’t want to lose him! Do you want to guess what I saw the minute I decided to tell him he was going to die?”

“What?” Levi demanded. “What did you see?”

“Nothing changed,” you hissed. “I saw him ignoring my warning and choosing to do the exact thing that would get him killed. Fuck, I nearly died trying to save him anyway. And that’s not all!”

The anger faded from Levi’s face.

“That’s how you got injured?”

“Do you know what I did right after Trost?” You shouted, getting more and more upset the more you spoke. “I tried to change something I saw! I tried to change what I knew would happen! Nothing changed! I couldn’t save your squad, I couldn’t catch Annie, hell, I couldn’t even expose Reiner and Bertholdt! And I don’t need you getting mad at me when I’m already mad enough at myself. For fuck’s sake, I knew who was going to die years in advance and I couldn’t save any of–” You stopped, realizing your mistake.

“What do you mean, you knew years in advance?” Levi asked quietly.

“I’m not…I’m not from just any different world,” you said cautiously. “You…you don’t exist where I’m from. But…stories about you do. You’re a story book, a dark fairy tale, you’re not real. And at first when I got here I thought it was a dream. A weird, realistic dream that I couldn’t wake up from, because surely this place didn’t exist. Then…I got hurt for the first time. I tried everything I could to wake up, but nothing worked. I realized this was real, you…were real, Captain.”

Levi stared at you.

“I can’t even tell you how this story ends, because it won’t change anything, everyone who dies in the end still will, and I have to watch it happen knowing I couldn’t fix it.” Tears started to stream down your face, only able to get your words out through sobs. “And you. I knew you couldn’t love me. I told you for three years. So no. You don’t get to be angry at me because I knew Erwin was going to die and I couldn’t save him. I just wanted you to be happy.”

“Sit down,” Levi said softly. You rolled your eyes at him, but you still sat back on the bench. He knelt in front of you and reached for the hem of your shirt.

“What are you–”

“You ripped your stitches, idiot. Shut up and let me see.”

You looked down to see that yes, there was a growing stain of red on your shirt. You let Levi lift your shirt up to reveal the gash across your waist. He tucked the hem under your chest just like he used to, and you stared up at the sky while he gently inspected your wound.

“Good news, only one popped. Let’s get you to the infirmary so I can fix it.”

“Why would you–”

“Quiet. Just let me.”

You fell silent as Levi put your shirt back and helped you stand so you could walk to the infirmary.

“So, this fairy tale.” Levi didn’t look at you as he spoke. “Who’s the hero of the story?”

“Heh.” You couldn’t help the faint laugh that escaped despite the stab of pain in your gut. “There is no hero in this story.”

“Fair enough. Main character then.”

“Officially? Eren Jeager.”

“That tracks, actually. And unofficially?”

“Depends who you ask.”

You stopped talking as Levi opened the door to the infirmary and sat you down on the nearest bed.

“Wait here.” He went off to grab materials while you stared at the ceiling. HQ was pretty much deserted. The Corps was down to nine members, plus you. Nobody was around to be in the infirmary or to staff it. It was just you two there.

Levi came back and told you to lay down. The room was quiet except for your hisses when something particularly hurt as he fixed you up.

“Hange,” Levi said as he washed his hands.

“What about them?” You asked, gingerly sitting up. He didn’t answer, and you understood. “We have…three years with them.”

Levi nodded before coming back over to help you stand.

“And…me?” His voice was so quiet you almost missed it. You held his hand for longer than you should have, making sure to double-check, triple-check, quadruple-check.

“That’s the funny part.” You smiled sadly, taking your hand back. “You, Levi Ackerman, make it to the end.”

His eyes darkened.

“The kids?”

“Four outta six ain’t bad.”

“Who?”

“Don’t. Don’t ask me that.”

“Alright.”

You stared at the floor, missing his intent gaze on you.

“Can I walk you to your room? Wouldn’t want my hard work to go to waste if you trip and fall down the stairs or something.”

“...Sure.”

He offered you his coat to wear up to your room given that your shirt was now a bloody rag. You accepted, heart hurting from things past. At your door, he paused and grabbed your wrist.

“Yeah, I’m giving you back your coat,” you said.

“No, that’s not what I–” Levi cut himself off, then tried again. “Do you remember what you said about obsessions?”

“I do.” You did. Almost word for word.

“I think…you were right. But not about you.”

You waited as he obviously struggled with his words.

“Erwin. He was an obsession.”

“Was he.” Your tone was flat.

“Yes,” he said firmly. “We never–he never–...I don’t think he even knew.”

“I see.”

“I…do you still…I mean, if you–”

“I never stopped, Levi.”

“Oh,” he said simply.

“But I need time.”

“Of course. You don’t even, I mean, I don’t expect…that is to say I don’t feel entitled to any–”

“Sshh.” You put your hand over his mouth, reminiscent of that night years ago. He quieted, and you moved to take off his coat.

“Keep that,” Levi said. “At least for tonight.”

You opened the door.

“Goodnight, Levi.”

“Goodnight, y/n.”

— – – — – – —

You were woken up by a kiss pressed to your forehead.

“Cadet.”

“Not your cadet.” You didn’t even open your eyes as you smiled. You did open them when the curtain pulled back, making you yelp.

“No fair,” you pouted.

“If the kettle boiling woke me up yesterday then the sun can wake you up today,” Levi said as he slid back into bed.

“You sure you should have done that?”

“I can stand long enough to open the curtains, sweetheart.”

“If you insist,” you said, snuggling into his chest.

You lay there together for a time in silence, simply enjoying each other’s company.

“You ever think about going back to Paradis?” You asked after a while.

“A few times. Why?” Levi asked.

I know it’s been six years since The Rumbling, but…I’m sure there’s still plenty of orphans in Queen Historia’s kingdom. I was thinking…maybe some of them might like to come live here.”

Levi scoffed gently.

“I think the one we have is enough.”

Gabi dropping something in the kitchen loud enough to be heard several rooms away punctuated his point, and you giggled.

“I guess you’re right,” you said. “I just…I don’t know.”

Levi was quiet for a bit.

“You want a baby,” he said finally.

“Certainly not functionally,” you said. “But…yeah. I want a baby. But the same way every man dreaming of fatherhood wants one.”

“We could get a surrogate,” Levi said with a yawn. “If you think I’m not too old to raise a child.”

“Certainly not,” you said. “You haven’t gone senile just yet. I hardly think you will. I was just being wishful anyways.”

“We’ll talk about it some other time,” Levi said, dropping a kiss on your lips.

There was a loud clanging noise from the kitchen, followed by the sound of a wooden spoon banging against a pot.

“I’m not stopping until you wake up!” Gabi paused in her banging to yell. She continued for a good ten seconds before stopping again.

“I got woke up by the shower running at two a.m. again, pervy old man!”

“Why does she never get mad at you,” Levi grumbled before shouting back. “Wide awake, brat!”

“Maybe you should stop getting frisky late at night,” you suggested coyly. “Then she wouldn’t feel the need to get back at you every time the shower wakes her up.”

“You are just as much a culprit and you know it,” Levi said, rolling his eyes. He kissed you again.

“I love you.”

“I know,” you told him. And you did.

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Okay, like, Matt’s been in AH videos BEFORE he was even hired. Wasn’t the first Minecraft we saw him in Griffball? And everyone in AH immediately liked him bc he smacked Gavin? Like, we as a community knew axialmatt, and were excited when the guys played one of his maps! And then he and Jeremy (AH fan artist AND fan fiction extraordinaire) get hired to do their DREAM job! And I hate to say a good chunk of the community took a LONG time to warm up to them (especially Matt, but Ray leaving soon after they were hired I think really threw a wrench in things too), but eventually they got comfortable and clicked into their places in AH, and it was like they were there the whole time!

And especially recently, Matt specifically has been KILLING it! He’s so creative, and funny, and his humor is sarcastic and dry, but he’s GENUINELY so kind, you can just tell. Like, this sucks, everyone’s pissed, WB are burning their company to the ground and idk if RT has any way of getting out of there, but they really need to, bc this is only the beginning.

Challenge Accepted and the Randomizers are, imo, the best content in AH right now. I even watched the Raft series, even though I have no interest in that game, bc Matt kept me there! Shark mage was the best! I love the rest of the cast, I really do, but at this point in AH’s life, Matt and Michael are def my fav members. It just sucks, I’m taking it better than when Ray left (I was a damn mess through that;;), but maybe that’s bc he’s still PT? We’ll see how long that lasts, I’ve really been enjoying seeing him in Chilled’s Among Us lobbys, and if he had more time to devote to streaming, he’ll prob hang out with that crowd more, which would be awesome tbh.

Does anyone know if he has a YT VOD channel? I have a thing, I don’t know why, but I don’t like watching livestreams. They make me anxious for whatever reason;; So VODs are a lifesaver for me, so please let me know if you know! 🧡

And yeah, that’s my jumbled thoughts on the matter. WB is ruining RTAH, and it sucks to see, and I really, really, really hope they SOMEHOW get out of that company. Easier said than done, I know, but it just sucks to have had to see all of the obvious change they’ve had to go through since they were put under them, and are still going through. AH cast and content used to be so colorful and bright and happy, but as much as I enjoy how they’ve matured, and still have fun together, the contrast from the past, more care-free AH is drastic. The past however many years, it’s just noticeable how dark their spaces have been, like, it’s kind of dreary looking at them compared to, let’s say, their tiny OG office. Like, that room was always so full of life! And their past few spaces have just been… sad looking.. and also, they’re not quiet about scheduling. Matt and Michael talked about how Sarah had been breathing down their necks for like, half the Wind Waker randomizers bc they were taking too long, and every time they brought it up it bummed because out, bc I HATE they’re being rushed to make content! Idk who thought a Zelda randomizer was going to be less than like, 8 episodes anyway! But that just suggests to me they’re not enjoying playing the game as much as they could be, bc they’re being bitched at about it behind the scenes. Plus other random, too-businesslike things I smell just bc I’m an employee of a big business, and like, I can TELL they don’t have as much freedom as they should have, and it sucks.

like, I really don’t like getting into the “AH was better when it was just the OG cast 😤”, because those people annoy me (I don’t know why they just don’t stop watching if they just complain every video how they hate current AH? But that’s a can of worms I don’t want to open), BUT I do hate what big business has been doing to them, I hope Matt settles into the path that is right for him, the AH members someday gain their freedom back, and WB burns in hell. It’s 3:30am, I got a bit off track with this post, goodnight.

Edit:

After seeing more information come out, Big Yikes, looks like RT has been shitty even before WB sunk their claws in. I know back in 2013 they would make shitty, offensive jokes and call people babies for being upset when they were called out on them, but as I said before, one of the biggest things I’m thankful for is the vast majority of them [AH] have matured, and realized slurs aren’t funny. The community still, for the most part, gets on my nerves for MANY reasons, but I never get too into any kind of community anyway (so I can actually enjoy the media I’m consuming). All that being said, this looks like the beginning of a real big garbage fire, and I just hope all the good RT/AH people find their way to a happier life, and all the shitty assholes get what’s coming to them.

#achievement hunter #matt bragg #rtah #y’all I’m TIRED of big business #skadi says

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I do think that maybe liam was told some variation of “just do this for 2 years and then u can do solo stuff” (more likely hey here’s a 5 album contract sign it or go) and “the band was formed” around him (because at the time, and I mean during X factor not after, he was the strongest~ vocally and I don’t mean he had the best vocals bc he didn’t, but he was more confident/older/had tried out on the show before) and like thought after 1D was over, he’d become a mega star and he’s jealous of the success of his other band mates specifically Harry (because obviously of how big he is and is homophobic? Idk if that’s the right word. But basically he’s all “why does everyone like this feminine man but not me? the macho manly man who makes ‘sexy’ music?? 😡” ) and Zayn. zayn especially tho because in terms of the band they were the most similar bc they both had similar styles and had ~rnb voices. However while Liam tried to get into rnb, but zayn did it better and it’s partly bc zayn takes rnb seriously, liam does not lol and not everything needs to be serious, but a trip that down was such a shit song lol. like there can still be heart in non serious songs, but there was no actual passion there. but zayn managed to leave the group, and almost immediately did his own album, had success with pillow talk then did so many collabs, songs for Aladdin, the fifty shades movie, and the get down on Netflix, and he has several songs with 1 billion streams, and tho his albums post his debut haven’t been successful I think in part to management and also recent PR stuff with zayn, like he’s still someone who I believe will be called to do a feature on a song, like ? his feature on that trampoline song 2 years ago was so random? and yet??? has half a billion streams. Liam thought that would all happen to him, and it hasn’t. I know that one direction wasn’t necessarily great for everyone involved and it’s more evident now with how he talks about the band, but his jealousy radiates off him and sees the problem as not with himself, but with other ppl in the band who are more successful than him. also fuck him for saying shit about zayn’s “upbringing”. How are u going to talk about someone else’s upbringing when ur a habitual cheater and clearly having some sort of substance abuse problem? while he’s talking about how ur former band member was raised, liam needs to focus on how he’s going to afford raising his own child if he can’t manage to get a hit song.

you literally said it ALLLLLLL especially the harry and zayn parts like its sooo trueeee and tbh I saw some people kinda say this on twitter and I def agree that harry could have had liam questioning himself or sexuality since harry was so comfortable with that and flirty and touchy on stage and shit and mr liam no homo payne did nawt like that I fear jrnfbhvhujik but yeah you said my exact thoughtssss

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launching-a-thousand-ships · 1 year

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Kurt Glee Rewatch: Acafellas

Oof this ep. Happy to skip all the Will stuff... Honestly, for teen shows, I hate when so much time is spent on the adults? Like, if I wanted that, I’d watch a drama about adults? This is a high school show? We care about the kids? They should be focus. Imagine the show with like... even half the amount of Will plot. More time on the New Directions... would be so much better. Maybe Matt would get a line lol

This outfit will always kill me. Kurt babe, no.

And tbh... Rachel has a point? Legit every ND performance, their choreo is just... not the best? Esp compared to VA. I’ll discuss more later but... they could use some help with the dancing. And once they have more members, they can try something more interesting than standing in a line or walking in circles and jumping.

Anyway...

Aww Kurtcedes!! Notice Kurt not only has hairspray, but also extra clothes in his locker. Prob bc of dumpsters/slushies. Yikes.

And poor Mercedes, all lonely. Does make me wonder about her life before. She has church choir friends and she didn’t seem super unpopular until glee club? Who did she hang with??

And the crush... Like she is sus at first, but Quinn and Santana ofc try to sway her. And I get it, Kurt is the first guy to be sweet to her and they def have fun together. And you know what, kudos for Mercedes for looking past stereotypes and giving it a chance. Bc yah, writers def put a lot of stereotypes into Kurt...

I wonder if he was just making a joke or if he actually practiced kissing his elbow lol. And notice, he’s much more comfortable being close with Mercedes, linking arms. So sweet.

Ah, the Lincoln Navigator. I do wonder how into cars Kurt was... we deserved more mechanic!Kurt (esp since we know he worked in the shop)

First mention of his dad. He’s all set up as prob being anti-gay. I wonder about Burt’s intentions. We see in 2009 how he threatened to take away Kurt’s sewing machine. They aren’t v close yet, so when it comes to laying down the law Burt is kinda flying blind. And part of this is his discomfort with Kurt being fem, but I’m sure part of it is his dad worrying. He doesn’t want his son to have a hard life.

And aw, Mercedes thinking she’s asking out Kurt while he’s just happy to have a friend to watch Liza Minelli with. Oof.

I also love how many VA performances we see and still no Jessie. He was just... away for the first semester. Or something.

So we had the ‘Gay-vention’ bc Kurt is ‘lady fabulous’ oof.

And he wore a corset to class? And we don’t see this?? Rude.

And the iconic. Kurt is just so relaxed and happy and then Mercedes drops the bomb and Kurt is just. Shook. He just wanted a friend. He’s def not ready to come out, but he thought it was pretty clear without him having to actually say it.

He says he made it obvious that he liked someone else? But his crush on Finn doesn’t seem v overt yet? Maybe he was more open around Mercedes? Or maybe it was just bc they needed the setup for him to say Rachel?

Either way, poor Kurt gets his windows busted, but he also witnesses the amazing performance. Def one of the best from s1

Him crying int he background, aww poor guy. He loves his car.

Ah, misfits banding together. The lesson we’ll learn every ep this season lol.

Dakota is a jerk but omg his lines

“Artie you’re cut, you’re not trying hard enough” “At what?” “At walking”

Well, at least he knows Artie’s name??

“Stay away from aerosol cans cuz you could burst into flames at any second” omg poor Kurt. Glad he joins the walkout bc he’s not down for this bs.

Kurt says he has a tiara collection and we never see it. See, we keep getting told that Kurt dresses ‘like a girl’ but never really see it? He plays with gender, sure, but his style is always more masc leaning. Just not ‘typical’ masc so ppl find it weird. Ugh.

Also, his locker. Having guys abs... yeah, not exactly hiding lol. And the quote says “I would never ever have had the confidence to be in a school play” and excuse while I overthink.

I tried googling and don’t think it’s from anything specific? If someone knows, pls let me know. Also, just makes me even more sad he never got to properly star in... any play? We had a bit in Rocky Horror and he was great as Riff Raff but just... I’ll go into it s3 but damn it bugs me.

Anyway, shows how great Kurtcedes is bc she immediately goes to apologize, he trusts her enough to come out... like this is Glee, it could easily have been dragged out, but they settle it here in this sweet scene...

And that hesitation, the little choke on the word, this is definitely he’s said the words out loud and my heart cannot take it. I love that he gets this, he gets to come out. Everyone assumed his sexuality, but he gets this moment with Mercedes where she was ready to accept his crush on Rachel but he takes the step to open up and come out and I just love that.

And interesting how we get this and then the coming out to his dad, but not to everyone else? Maybe after Preggers he just accepts the comments? Doesn’t deny it? Bc ppl all assume he’s gay anyway.

And that also makes it so much harder bc he’s not ‘straight passing’ so even when he’s closeted everyone keeps bullying him for something he was barely able to admit to himself.

And Chris Colfer has talked about this, how after Preggers the media all just assumed he was gay too and he couldn’t really control his coming out and that breaks my heart and I could have a whole rant about media but.... not the time.

So ya, it sucks that Kurt didn’t have as much control, I’ll discuss more in Preggers tho.

#glee rewatch #glee #Kurt Hummel #Glee Season 1 #glee acafellas

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cuddlerlouis · 3 years

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#@anon yeah but i dont think it’s the rad part bc like... im literally making harry gif yk?#but i def know that half or maybe more of their members don’t like me #and have ignored all my stuff for weeks #even did back in jan/feb but it wasn’t as obvious only when there was lots of content #now it’s just not at all so im like 🧍🏻‍♀️#but it’s great im just wasting my time making gifs no one cares about lol #at least i got the memo

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cas-rivaille · 3 years

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Hi! Can I request a obey me hc where the MC is a leader of a very big mafia gang in the human world?

YES !??!?

(ahaha this def isn't the plot of one of my scripts where i run a mafia gang because i thought it would be cool and it's amazing you requested this)

tags: mentions of weapons, mild swearing, protective brothers and datables (i didn't include luke because it's a mafia gang thing and he's precious child and i want abt to put him in harms way)

a/n: i also didn't write the thoughts for dia, barb, simeon, or solomon because i honestly couldn't think of anything i'm sorry

MC as a Mafia leader in the human world

When you came to the Devildom, you were in another world, rendering everything in the human world useless. You spent so much time trying to adjust, that your life in the human world was almost forgotten.

Almost.

It wasn't long before Lord Diavolo announced you would be going on a trip to the human world. Suddenly you remembered everything you would go back to. If only you were aware of the chaos that would unfold. When you got to the human world, in your town you previously lived in, there was maybe a minute of peace before chaos erupted.

Once you stepped out of the alleyway that Diavolo teleported the group of you into, nearly half the people on the street turned and looked at you. Some of them ran, others pulled out their phones and made calls, and about four or five came rushing towards you asking where you'd been.

You recognized the men that had the gall to come up to you, they were some of the more high ranking commanders. However, your second in command was not among them. The brothers protectively stepped around you, not knowing who these people were. Clearly that was the wrong move.

In an instant the street was clear of citizens and there were members of your gang with their weapons drawn or their hands near their weapon. Diavolo stood behind you, glaring at the men in front. Simeon and Solomon were on edge. The atmosphere was tense. Barbatos was the first to speak.

"I'd advise you stand down," He spoke with a hum in his voice to the men in your gang.

"I could say the same to you," Said a voice emerging from the other side of the street. Slowly the person walked forward. It was your second in command.

"Who are you to be acting like this around our commander ? They disappeared four months ago and show up again like nothing ? Forgive us if we're a little curious," Your second spoke in a teasing manor, eyeing everyone carefully.

Lucifer -

- commander ?

- who ? mc a commander ? of what ?

- who are these people and where did they come from ?

- *protection mode activated*

- the only reason he's not in demon form and ready to attack is bc diavolo is here

- looks at all his brothers and makes sure they understand exactly what he means with one look

- this man is next to dia full on ready to fight

"Who are you calling com-"

You interrupt Lucifer.

"Everyone stand down, this is all just a bit misunderstanding," You say as quickly as possible to stop any conflict. Everyone directs their attention towards you.

"Commander who are these people ?" Your second asks.

"They're my friends, there's no need to be hostile. Everyone stand down," You say, looking around at all the people. They immediately lower their weapons, some of them even holster them. Your second on the other hand, known for standing up to you, doesn't lower their weapon.

"All due respect commander, but I won't stand down until I know they aren't a threat," You second looks you dead in the eye. You sigh. You then direct your attention to the boys surrounding you.

"Guys, back off a bit please. I'm fine. They aren't a threat," You say, tired.

The brothers ease up a bit, but you can still see the tension in their muscles. Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon, and Solomon stood behind you protectively still, but also stepped back.

Lucifer steps forward and makes eye contact with you.

"What's going on MC ?" Lucifer asks.

"Okay so, gang this is Lucifer, Mammon, Levi, Satan, Beel, Asmo, Barbatos, Belphie, Solomon, Simeon, Barbatos, and Diavolo. Boys, this is my gang," You say while pointing to everyone and talking as fast as possible.

Mammon -

- he eased up on his defensive stance, but he never let your hand go

- as to be expected because you're HIS human

- anyways

- gang ??

- what do you mean gang ??

- like a club or should he be running

- very confused boi but just wants to protect you no matter what

Mammon squeezes your hand lightly. You look at him.

"What do you mean gang ?" He asks.

"I- uh.. well you see, it's exactly how it sounds," You respond.

The confusion on Mammon's face only grows.

"I am the leader of a gang. Here in the human world?" You say while shrugging your shoulders.

The boys all look at you like you've grown a second head.

"You run a gang ?" Mammon says after a moment of silence between all of them.

"Is that so surprising ?" Your second asks.

Leviathan -

- surprising ??

- surprising ??????

- the same mc that would stay up until two am playing animal crossing with him ?

- the same mc that bought him plushies of his favorite characters ?

- mc who would cosplay with him

- how could someone who makes sure he takes care of himself and basically babies him but on a friend level, be the commander of a gang ?

- lowkey thinks it's badass because he is the grand admiral of his own army

- gets distracted and starts fangirling over you

"How long have you been the commander of a gang?" Levi excitedly asks.

"Two years, before I went to the devildom that is," You respond, slightly bouncing off Levi's excitement.

"The what?" Your second asks, interrupting.

"The- oh. Wait a minute," You say and turn to Diavolo.

"Am I allowed to tell them ?" You half whisper to Dia.

"If you see fit. This situation is entirely new to me," Dia half whispers back. Barbatos leans in and joins the conversation.

"I sense utter loyalty to you, MC, if you trust them then I advise we should too," Barbatos speaks quietly.

You turn back to your gang.

"Okay so the reason I vanished for four months is because I went to 'hell' as an exchange student. Now I realize that may sound crazy, but these guys are all demons," You say while roughly gesturing to the brothers, Dia, and Barbatos, "He's an angel," You say and point to Simeon, "And he's a human, but immortal, I think. I don't really know Solomon is the textbook definition of an enigma," You say while waving at Solomon in gesture.

Your gang stares at you, bewildered. The person next to your second starts laughing hysterically. Your second glares at him but the laughter doesn't stop.

Levi, knowing exactly how it feels to be laughed at and not believed, starts talking.

"Need proof ?" He asks. In the blink of an eye he's in his demon form.

Your gang steps back, eyes wide, their hands near their weapons.

Satan -

- there's no way satan isn't dragging you back to his room after this to talk about your gang

- thinks it's attractive as hell, MC in a position of power ? that's the stuff

- takes a moment to register why levi is in his demon form, but feels his wrath and changes too

- steps closer to you

- he's still mad you never told him, but he won't take it out on you

- honestly just wants to know the truth

After Satan changes too, the rest of the brothers join in

Except Lucifer, who looks very displeased. Diavolo laughs at Lucifer's discontentment. Satan smirks as well, knowing he made Lucifer angry.

Your second is the first to speak.

"Okay what the fuck," Is the only thing said.

"MC did explain that we're demons, were you listening ?" Satan asks coyly.

"Right then. So it's actually true ?" Your second asks, looking at you.

"Yes, why would I lie ?" You say back.

There is a moment of silence. No one moves or says anything.

"So I take it this means we can't tell anyone ?" Your second asks.

"No, you cant. But I know you're all more than capable of keeping secrets," You laugh a little. The atmosphere lightens up. Your second laughs with you.

Asmo -

- your laugh is so adorable to him

- not the time thoughts

- he also thinks it's attractive you run a gang

- admires how you were able to change the atmosphere and how these people listen to you

- will totally tease you and call you commander

- joins in on lightening the mood

"Right then, how about we all go get a drink and discuss the events of the last four months over dinner ?" Asmo says.

"Is there even a restaurant big enough to hold all of us ?" Satan asks.

"Yeah, we can use the base," You say.

"Of course, it's still the same as you left it commander," Your second joins in.

"Then it's settled, let's go !" Asmo smiles.

Beel -

- definitely not opposed to having food

- is a little hurt you didn't tell him, but ultimately understands

- he wants to hear about your adventures

- wonders if he can spend more time with you to hear about said adventures

- does this mean you can fight ?

- if so can you train with him ?

"Does this mean we get human world food ?" Beel asks, looking at you.

"Yep !!" You respond.

Beel changes out of his demon form with a smile on his face.

"I'll also show you guys our base of operations and give you a tour. I can also show you where I used to live too !!" You say excitedly.

The other brothers change out of their demon forms.

Your second starts to walk and lead the way to the base. Everyone follows.

Belphie -

- to be honest he doesn't care you're a gang leader

- he just wants to sleep and spend time with you

- if those two things coincide then good for him

- he does think it's cool tho

"So, you're gonna tell us everything right ?" Belphie asks.

"Yes. I'll tell you guys about my life here and then I'll tell my gang about my life with you all," You say.

"Good, as long as things get cleared up," Belphie says and yawns.

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SORRY IT GOT REALLY SHORT AT THE END IM REALLY TIRED BUT THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST I HOPE YOU LIKE IT !!

- cas :)

#mars on earth #obey me #obey me shall we date #mammon headcanons #obey me headcanons #leviathan headcanons #lucifer headcanons #asmo headcanons #beel headcanons #belphie headcanons #satan headcanons #omswd #obey me levi #obey me asmo #obey me satan #obey me beel #obey me belphie #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon

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whoree321 · 3 years

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the bad batch + what romance/rom com movies they watch with you

each of the bad batch x gn!reader

ok first and foremost i really truly believe to the pits of my soul that every single one of these fuckos loves romances and you cannot under any circumstances change my mind

ALSO it’s a gender neutral reader except kinda in echo’s theres like a very brief quote regarding breasts but like i still think even that is pretty gender neutral tbh

so anyway

Hunter: Pretty Woman

this is not the first time that i have publicly declared that i think hunter has a deep rooted connection to the movie pretty woman and it will not be the last

first of all this movie is incredibly soothing to hunters overwhelming savior complex

second of all hunter is literally richard gere (debonaire but emotionally distant gentleman that learns to love) and julia roberts (hooker with a heart of gold) at the same time

he was a little skeptical the first time you put it on but he instantly fell in love with it

the humor, the sensuality, the class divide, the glamour, the unconventional cinderella story of it all. it just really butters his bread

after the first time, when you suggest watching a movie and you pick this one he’ll act very aloof about it (“whatever you want cyar’ika, it doesn’t matter to me”) but secretly he’s really really happy bc it’s one of his favorites (you def know this and def pick it more often)

he absolutely hates the scene when stucky the lawyer hits vivian. like it doesn’t matter how many times he watches it he will fully turn his head away from the screen and say “I don’t like this part” and when it’s over he nuzzles a little closer into you and very tenderly kisses your forehead

he loves the soundtrack too. like he fully exposes how much he likes the movie when you catch him singing or humming “pretty woman” or “it must have been love” absently to himself (you kept it to yourself for a while but eventually you just had to tease him about it. he just smiled a little sheepishly and admitted he liked the songs before promptly changing the subject)

hunter also lowkey definitely wants to recreate the ending where richard gere shows up to her apartment in the white limo with you bc he thinks it’s such a sweet gesture and he wants to treat you like royalty

Crosshair: 10 Things I Hate About You

if there’s one thing about crosshair it’s that he’s a sucker for the enemies to lovers genre

maybe its just him projecting (spoiler alert it most certainly is) but he really enjoys watching the drama conflama of a miserable bastard be tricked into love

and really that’s the true essence of 10 Things I Hate About You

he will grumble and bitch and moan about not wanting to watch a ‘chick flick’ when you put it on, but 15 minutes in and he’s hooked

he has strong negative opinions on literally every single character except for kat and patrick

(crosshair really really wants to think he’s patrick but when it comes down to it he is katarina stratford in every single possible way)

he doesn’t say a word throughout the entire movie but you can tell when he’s annoyed at like bianca or cameron or joey bc he will openly scoff at them

will absolutely hum along in your ear during the “can’t take my eyes off you” scene and make out with you during the paintball scene

(seriously he wants to be patrick verona so bad)

when it’s over and you ask him what he thought he’ll roll his eyes and say “i guess it could have been worse” but his little smirk let’s you know he enjoyed it a lot more than he’s willing to admit

Tech: 50 Shades of Grey

ok hear me out on this one

tech is a huge movie talker. like subtitles are a non-negotiable if you wanna be able to take in any of the movies dialogue bc tech is most likely gonna make commentary over it the whole time

this makes him absolutely indescribably so much fun to watch bad/corny movies with

he will go off about EVERYTHING. the plot, the dialogue, the acting, the costuming, the music, the production quality. nothing and no one is safe. whether you just enjoy letting him talk at you or you join in on the roast, cheesy movies are a hoot between you two

and honey. 50 shades is one of THE cheesiest movies ever

you and tech will literally spend the entire duration of the movie tearing it to shreds

and the thing is tech is a very sarcastic, funny guy when he wants to be (and when it comes to you he definitely wants to be) so by the end of it he will have you in absolute stitches from laughing at the ridiculousness of both the movie and him

with any of the other batchers watching a movie like this either turns into a shy, slightly awkward experience (wrecker, echo) or an incorrigibly horny experience (crosshair, hunter)

but in this context tech literally has no shame or squeamishness about sexual things (why should he it’s a natural biological process?) so to yall the sex stuff is just another thing to roast

literally christian grey could be fully tying dakota johnson down and flogging her and tech will be like “in the last 3 minutes they have panned up to her nipples 4 times. this is criminally shoddy cinematography”

even tho he’s busy giving a detailed play by play critique, he never fails to keep some sort of physical contact with you (wrapping an arm around you and running his hand up and down your skin, playing with your fingers or your hair) so you know he’s enjoying spending this time with you despite his nasty words about the movie

also 1000% after you watch it tech will do extensive research on the ins and outs of bdsm and will have lots of hypotheses he wants to test out (as long as you’re willing and able ofc) ;)))

Wrecker: 13 Going On 30

of all the bad batch members, wrecker is the only one who unabashedly loves any movie that could be considered a chick flick

like he doesn’t even try to hide it or act like he’s too masculine for it. he loves romance and he’s proud of it

this man will have full marathons with you. rom coms, regular roms, tragic roms, hallmark roms, you name it and he’s game

his absolute favorite tho is 13 Going On 30

i feel like he has a huge soft spot for childhood best friends to lovers stories like he finds that type of lifelong partnership so endearing (and he loves to live vicariously through jenna since that type of romance was obviously never an option for him)

wrecker is also very childlike at heart and i think the idea of a 13 year old sweetheart trapped inside the body of a 30 year old cut throat magazine exec is so amusing to him (and maybe makes him feel just a little bit represented in the media)

he is definitely the type to completely engulf you in a cuddle for the entirety of the movie and he DEFINITELY cries into your shoulder at matty’s wedding when jenna is crying on the stoop with her dream house

he wants to try razzles so bad. like so bad. i think if he ever came across them somewhere he would barter at least one of his brothers for them

wrecker really just loves love and watching movies about it just reminds him of how lucky he is to have his own love story with you <3

Echo: The Princess Bride

i feel like it’s glaringly obvious why echo loves this movie

pirates. sword fighting. decades long revenge plots. the value of an honorable, loyal man. true love that never wavers even in the face of devastating tragedy and the darkest of hardships. clever but goofy humor.

echo considers this an action/adventure movie and NOT a romance movie (even tho it 100% totally is a romance movie) and requests to watch it very frequently

he can quote the whole thing. i’m seriously telling you echo loves the princess bride with his whole chest

even tho he refuses to admit it’s a love story above all else, he really does try to model himself in your relationship after wesley

like especially given what happened at the citadel and all the time you thought he was dead, the cinematic parellels are alive and present in y’alls relationship and he strives to be even half the man to you that wesley is to buttercup

literally in your day to day life he will sometimes respond to your requests with a smooth “as you wish ;)” (it doesn’t matter how many times he does it it still gives you butterflies)

when you watch the movie, he snuggles as close to you as possible and does his best to make youre comfy the whole time (he’s insecure about his prosthetics hurting you no matter how much you reassure him they don’t)

he just loves to be able to feel your heartbeat and your laugh when you giggle at the funny bits

every single time without fail at the part when buttercup is about to stab herself he leans down, ghosts his lips against the shell of your ear, and whispers the line in time with wesley: “there’s a shortage of perfect breasts in this world. it would be a pity to damage yours”

every single time without fail you wind up making out until he pulls away and tells you to watch the next part when wesley challenges humperdinck to a duel to the pain

echo just loves you to bits and wants you to know he’d endure a thousand fire swamps for you

Omega: Clueless

i have this really specific obsession with omega being a total girly girl and having very traditionally feminine interests as she keeps experiencing the universe and being exposed to a spectrum of gender expression beyond clone (masc and boring) and kaminoan (ugly)

so with that headcanon of her in mind, it’s vital to me that she sees clueless as soon as possible

clueless is an essential piece of media for a girl entering adolescence and i will die on this hill

it has literally everything you want and everything you need to develop into a well-rounded young woman

it’s so deliciously 90s and glamorama and valley girl humor and camp. its got meaningful female friendships and valuable life lessons and paul mf rudd

if there’s one thing you should encourage a burgeoning hetero teen girl to do, it’s to stick to dating guys like paul rudd in clueless. the earlier this message can be broadcast the better

the second you’re able to steal omega away from hunters watchful eyes (“hunter we’re just gonna watch finding nemo i swear!”) you show her this movie

at this point omega is not really a girly girl, but omega also has absolutely zero feminine influence in her life

the first time she sees clueless she is absolutely obsessed. like seriously she is so enamoured with the glitz and glam of cher horowitz

she asks you questions the entire time. she wants to know about EVERYTHING. the makeup, the clothes, the hair, the slang

(she definitely goes around saying stuff like “i’m totally bugging” for long enough afterwards that almost all of the boys have slipped up at least once with some ridiculous valley girl slang. you thought you were gonna die of laughter when you overheard tech say “as if!” to wrecker in the middle of an argument)

it just really introduces her to this whole world of femininity that she didn’t even know existed and she absolutely loves it

she makes you watch clueless with her seriously once a week at minimum. she begs you to style her hair like tai’s and you can’t help yourself when you happen to run across a little yellow plaid dress and buy it for her on sight

(hunter was gonna scold you for recklessly spending credits until he saw how omega almost cried from how happy she was for the gift)

honestly she enjoys the romance of it all and paul rudd is def her first celebrity crush but she enjoys more that you and her now have this special thing of hair and nails and pretty dresses

she loves how confident and beautiful and special you’re able to make her feel, and you love that you get to bring her that small sense of normalcy and happiness

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meltwonu · 3 years

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84. “I’m gonna strangle you.”

“Is that a promise?”

94. “Saddle up doll.”

notes; camboy!vernon, cam!couple, camshows, dom!vernon, a wee bit of possessive!vernon, brat!reader, choking, biting/marking, hair pulling, dirty talk, degradation, dumbification! 😏💕 Ehehe… Also I know, omg, there’s def some members that never rly strike me as a dom even tho I do write them as one HAHAH Vernon is def one of them too bc to me he’s so playful 😭💕 but it’s ok cuz we like to indulge ykwim 😈😈 And lbr, he’s so cute when he gets annoyed LOL kdjfkjdh Anyway, as always thank you so much for requesting! Enjoy!

“You’re the one that started it!”

Vernon rolls his eyes at the way you stomp your foot in front of him; already far more than a little annoyed at your attitude. “What exactly did I start?”

Huffing, you round the bed, stopping right in front of him as you poke at his chest.

“Weren’t you the one that wanted to start this cam-couple channel? Why’re you getting so upset that I suggested we post extra content? Isn’t that what you suggested last time?”

He scoffs slightly, pushing your fingers away from his clothed chest.

Vernon didn’t think you’d actually want to and now, he was feeling slightly irked thinking about the way people would save those intimate pictures of you to their personal collections.

“And I changed my mind, okay? I’m allowed to do that.”

This time it’s you that rolls your eyes at him, turning and walking towards the bed as you sit down on the neatly made sheets.

“If you don’t want people saving pictures of us being intimate, just say so, Vernon. You’re being so stubborn for no reason~” You singsong - already knowing he was annoyed.

“Shut up, brat. I’m gettin’ really annoyed right now, doll.”

“Yeah? Make me then! I’m sure they’d allllll love to see you put me in my place.”

Vernon growls and takes his phone out; opening the camming app and setting up a quick title before he hits the ‘Go Live’ button and passes his phone to you.

“You’re gonna record the way I fuck you and maybe learn a lesson, got it?”

SLOW__BURN.ON HAS GONE LIVE

‘POV: You’re a brat being punished until I’m satisfied.’

“Well? Saddle up, doll. I don’t have all fuckin’ night.”

Vernon rests his back against the headboard as you shimmy up his thighs - phone tightly grasped in your hand when you lift your lower half up until you’re hovering over his cock.

“I wanna feel you sinking down onto my cock, sweetheart. Don’t you?”

“U--uh huh…”

You shakily exhale before you start to sink down on his length; momentarily forgetting you were supposed to be recording before Vernon tsk’s at you and reaches an arm up to your own.

“I give you one order to record and you’re already forgetting to do that much. This is why everyone always comments in the chat that you’re just a dumb set of holes for me to fuck, right, doll? Can’t even remember one simple task once there’s a cock inside you.”

Whining in return, you sink down until he’s fully seated inside your tight warmth; the head of his cock curving deliciously into your g-spot as you throw your head back.

“Ngh, s-shut up…”

He scoffs under his breath, hands flying to your waist and guiding you when you start to bounce on his lap.

“Why? ‘Cause I’m right this time?”

“Ah, s-so you admit you were wrong before?” You retort; the smug grin on your face melting off as soon as Vernon’s grip on you tightens.

“Mm, you really want me to be mean tonight, don’t you? You’re not usually this feisty.”

‘Ooooh, were the two of you arguing before?’

‘Actually, yeah why is she being punished lolol’

‘Must’ve been something good heh’

“A-ah, Vernon’s p-punishing me for--for being a brat but I, ngh, w-was right!” You swivel your hips; high pitched moans and whines leaving your lips at the way his cock fills you up perfectly. “He’s j-just being, mmh, jealous!”

Vernon doesn’t say a word in response and instead lets you ride his cock and film the view of his lower abdomen and the periodic flashes of his face before you catch him smirking.

“W-what…?”

He chuckles slightly, shaking his head as his hands fall from your waist. “Nothing, it’s just that you look so desperate riding my cock like this. It’s cute. And proves what everyone says about you is right. That all you’re good at is taking my cock.”

He starts pushing at your shoulder, quickly and swiftly maneuvering you until your back hits the bedsheets and you let out a small squeak out of surprise at the sudden change in position when he hovers above you.

“Mm, I don’t think you deserve the luxury of this comfortable position, so get on your hands and knees, doll.”

“And what if I don’t?”

Vernon deadpans; eyes cold as he stares back at you.

“I’m gonna strangle you for being so fuckin’ difficult is what’s gonna happen.”

“Is that a promise?” You reply teasingly, already moving to flip over underneath him as you prop the phone up against one of the pillows off to the side, “I wanna feel you cumming inside of me and making a mess while you choke me~”

Now with the device out of your hand, Vernon starts to handle you in a much more rough manner - hands gripping your hips and positioning you with your ass up in the air as your torso arches towards the bed.

“See, now you’re not gonna be able to cum because of your attitude ‘n I’m just gonna use your ‘lil cunt like the dumb ‘lil cocksleeve you are ‘til I’m satisfied.”

He positions his cock at your entrance and fully sheathes himself back inside your pussy in one fluid motion - hips snapping into you at a ruthless pace as you moan loudly.

“That’s right, let our viewers know how good I make you feel, how fuckin’ good I fuck your cunt, doll.”

Your voice is muffled against the bedsheets - drool seeping into the material when the head of his cock pounds your g-spot with each skillful thrust.

“Look at her, can’t even fuckin’ talk and make full sentences ‘cause she’s too busy getting fucked stupid.”

He smirks at your back before he leans down; lips on your shoulder as you shiver. His voice is soft and barely a whisper when he speaks to you - hushed enough for only you to hear.

“Gonna mark you up all pretty and then take those pictures you wanna take so bad. But everyone’s gonna know it’s me that makes you feel this good and only me that gets to fuck you. Am I understood?”

“M-mmhmm… A-ah, V--Vernon!”

You mewl into the sheets, pussy clenching around his cock when he starts to leave an array of love bites along your shoulder - teeth nibbling on your skin before soothing it with his tongue.

He repeats this a few more times and makes sure to leave enough on both sides of your neck before he pulls away and reaches for the phone still propped up against the pillow.

“Isn’t she all prettied up with my bite marks all over her skin? Her pussy was getting so much tighter around my cock every time I bit down~ Such a filthy ‘lil thing, aren’t you, doll~? Always wanting me to mark you up so everyone knows who owns this pussy.”

Vernon films a close-up of all the lovebirds on your skin before he brings the phone down and makes sure to film the way his cock thrusts into your cunt a few times before he sets the phone back down into its previous place.

“Fuck, I’m so close to cumming, baby. You’re gonna be a good girl and lemme cum inside you, right?”

“Mmh, p-please! Wanna f-feel you filling me up s--so good…”

You feel Vernon’s quick pace pause, confusion swimming in your head before you feel him start to slide his fingers through your hair.

“Ngh, V--Vernon!” He tugs you by the hair as your fingertips dig into the sheets and it’s not long before you feel his warm chest against your back.

“Just giving you what you asked for, doll~”

He smirks and kisses the side of your neck before you feel his hand wrap around the column of your throat - fingertips gently pressing down on the sides as you let out a shaky breath.

“All you have to do is ask nicely and I’ll give it to you, y’know?”

Vernon resumes his pace, hips slamming into your ass as he chases his orgasm and it only takes a few harsh thrusts before he feels his cock throbbing inside you cunt.

“S--shit, ‘m cumming!”

His fingers add slight pressure to your neck as you moan; the lightheadedness mixes in with the way his cum fills you up and makes your entire body feel extra warm and sated as you clench down onto his cock in a vice grip.

“Ver--Vernon…”

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he fucks his cum deeper into your cunt and you try to stave off your orgasm in fear of him dragging out your punishment any longer than it needed to be.

After a few more tense moments, you can feel his grip on your throat loosening and you take a big shaky gulp of air when he fully lets go and your trembling arms threaten to give out underneath you.

“Mm, this view of you is so pretty, doll...”

He starts to slide his cock out of you while simultaneously reaching for the phone again. A smile etches itself onto his lips as he films his cock covered in your wetness and you pussy dripping with cum - cruel chuckles on his lips as your brows furrow.

“Gonna end the live here, everyone~ Take one last good look at this brat’s pussy filled with my cum. We’ll upload some pics to our channel later, under the Paid Content section ‘cause I changed my mind again.”

“Wuh---wait, but I--I didn’t cum y-yet...” You mumble.

“Well, I did say you weren’t allowed to cum, didn’t I? Next time, pay attention, brat.”

#vernon smut #seventeen smut #svt smut #vernon scenarios #vernon imagines #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #svt scenarios #svt imagines #vernon fic #vernon #chwe hansol

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violenceenthusiast · 3 years

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im curious why people are saying supernatural is jewish like idk if jewish writers makes an inherently jewish story especially when things like following out the christian apocalypse from revelations and showing a real physical g-d who is just some guy i think is super jarring since though christians claim to be against idolatry they seem totally fine showing depictions of gd or whatever i dont get jesus honestly but jews are far more strict and the idea of showing gds appearance is pretty wrong

WOOF okay um. Maybe this is one of those Tone Doesn’t Come Thru Well Online things but to me this is soo fucking rude… I’m half way between John Mulaney we don't have time to unpack all of that & Ben Wyatt wait it’s gonna bother me if I don’t explain why you’re wrong.

This turned into all my thoughts.

So like. First off, it’s all fun and games. We’re all just joking and joshing and projecting here on destiel dot tumblr dot com and Jupernatural is not an exception in a lot of ways. And so when someone shits on what we’re doing here (yes, even unintentionally) what you get is what happened: oh you think you’re funny well I’m about to be hilarious!!! aka I’m gonna do it even more now out of spite specifically because you said not to. Like it really is all jokes but also you know what’s not a joke? Antisemitism in all its forms, even the casual shit! It’s really draining and it builds up in your veins!! Just. Yeah. You saw a lot of people talking about it today in particular because much like other topics of the day, one thing kicks off a whole other turn of events. So like. one misguided comment that’s playfully antisemitic and then one more little one, and then one big/obvious one launched us (Jewish spn fans) into a whole bigger discussion about antisemitism and erasure of Jews in the spn fandom writ large. It’s one thing to be descriptive, offer a headcanon/what if, or employ a certain mode of analysis. It’s another thing to definitively say This Is The Truth, specifically when to do so overrides something else, especially in this case when what’s being overridden is Jews, an ethnoreligious minority. It’s also another thing to talk over Jews. And mind this has been building for days. Not in a bad way just like, it’s been topical for days and then today one big thing pushed it over the edge to us actually posting abt it (partially bc at that point it’s a pattern, which feels like it needs to be addressed). Like, destiel tumblr is small we pretty much all see all the same posts, and then Jewish spn fans… we’re friends, we chat about life? We joke around together, y’know? If you’re being antisemitic (yes, even unintentionally) we’re all gonna hear abt it. It’s how we stay safe or in this case, curate the online exp.

That being said tho projecting on fiction is like fun and even a good thing at times, and def opens up new modes of analysis. But! the other big thing here is that there IS a LOT of evidence for a Jewish reading of spn, in a lot of ways, and particularly if you know what to look for. Like there’s lots of niche Jewish slang (non-Jews just don’t know these things, and that is a reflection primarily of the writers but once you put it in the script it implies things about the characters too of course), the theology of the early seasons (I’ll get to that in a second), main character motivations (hold on), “Moishe Campbell” implying Mary is (and therefore Sam and Dean are) Jewish, etc.

It’s not surprising to me or anything that non-Jews don’t catch anything/everything Jewish about spn but that Jews catch both sides of it, because that’s just how being part of a marginalized group works. You learn about your own stuff AND the dominant culture’s stuff because that’s how you survive (socially, psychologically, literally). Members of the dominant culture don’t need to learn the marginalized one, are never confronted with it, and so they just.. don’t. I don’t even mean that in a normative or accusatory way, that’s just an observation on the state of things. Non-Jews who aren’t part of another marginalized religion, aka expressed xtians and cultural xtians, have a ton of misconceptions about Judaism, for example, “Jesus was Jewish” and not, “Jesus was an asshole of an apostate who made life harder for Jews at the time in a myriad of ways and whose movement has had a lasting negative impact on world Jewry (and other peoples) for the ensuing millenia”. I truly Don’t Have Time right now to get into the varied and intense history of antisemitism in all its forms but. the point I’m making here is that I’m not shocked I need to explain that life experience shapes your worldview?? So if you’re Jewish you’re always gonna be living life through that version of the world and it does impact you?? Same as anything else?? As unwell as they may be, spn writers aren’t exempt from that. Jewish people writing about xtianity are doing so thru a primarily Jewish understanding and vice versa. Jews can (and did!) write about xtian lore but in a Jewish way! Some core Jewish themes: wrestling with angels/G-d, questioning G-d, IF there’s a G-d they will have to beg MY forgiveness, the afterlife isn’t really a big thing so all that matters is your time on earth, make amends to others directly and thru your actions rather than seeking absolution with G-d, you are not obligated to complete the work nor may you abandon it, etc… So that’s the other reasoning why we say “spn is Jewish” based solely on it being written by Jews. Rather than Death of The Author, let’s look at what the author has imbued the story with, both intentionally and unintentionally. And re: Chuck and idolatry… I don’t even know where to start with the way you phrased this but. the Jewish Spn Writers of Note are apparently Kripke, Gamble, and Edlund. All of whom stopped writing for the show years before the Chuck Is God plot!

Like yes it feels very stupid to be writing a thousand words on antisemitism and supernatural but like. this is a spn blog run by a Jew so. This whole thing is also just the same every time. This is very representative of typical casual antisemitism.

#asks #no readmore we die like men (gender neutral)#sorry its so long alma #jupernatural #anonymous #scream maybe i should add a readmore.. maybe in the morning

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dontgetsalmonella · 3 years

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The Zodiac signs of the IC 😌☕️:

Feyre: Libra 10000% (romantic, artistic, diplomatic. The only IC member with common sense. She paints cabins, can stand Rhysand and his charms, and is a literal high-lady. Def Libra ♎️⚖️)

Rhys: Gemini (the whole half high-high lord of night, half romantic rhysie is vv accurate. I’m a Gemini so I KNOW lol. Two faced isn’t always bad. We’re just...manipulative 🥰)

Cassian: LEO for sure! (Charismatic, confident, dramatic, but generous and kind beneath all of that jazz. Literally my fav type of person 🥵)

Nesta: Scorpioooo (power-seeking, private, mature, a bit of a bitch to everyone but her man, her girls, and her house. 😌Enough Said.)

Mor: Saggitarius!? (Philosophical, free-spirited, unfiltered. Maybe a bit of a Leo when drunk....🍷so like 40% of the time.)

Amren: Aquarius, maybe (She’s a hard one, but the fits it. Individualistic, calm, a bit aloof. Possibly from another planet.)

Az: A perfect cancer (behind all of the Illyrian warrior scars and crap. Compassionate, giving, sentimental, nurturing, it works for him And he sings! 🧎‍♀️)

Lucien: Capricorn (down-to-earth, industrious, disciplined, loyal. My mans puts in the work, and he looks good doing it, though he’d never admit that. A vv hot ginger. 🥰)

Elain: I..don’t know? Some might say Cancer or Pisces, but I just can’t pin down her character enough to know. If anything, she’s a libra (bc of her similarity to Feyre, works well in peace, fair, artistic), but IDK...the knowledge that she gardens is not enough!

Gwyn: Pisces! (Empathic, artistic, psychic, dreamy, it’s perfect. And...she sings! I will mention, cancers and Pisces make good matches..☕️. Also a hot ginger 🥰)

Emerie: Capricorn! (Her and Lucien are actually pretty similar and they could have the CUTEST friendship. Both humble, hardworking, he would be a great wingman. 🏃‍♀️)

Helion: Leo! (The same as Cassian, just a bit more open and vulnerable. Also flying horses.)

Suriel: Gemini, trust me. ☕️🏃‍♀️

#acotar #ic #acomaf #acowar #zodiac #im a gemini #we are the bes #gemini #rhysand #feyre #nesta #acosf #cassian #gwyn #elain #azriel

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moon-kn1ght · 3 years

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toes in the water

pairing: frankie morales x reader

word count: 2k

warnings: kindergarten should def be a warning, maybe also incredibly unvaried sentence structure? rated E for everyone :)

a/n: this is going to be a small series surrounding a single father frankie morales and reader who is a kindergarten teacher. semi-slow burning, super cute and will def have storage closet / after-hours classroom sex at some point. thank you @wyn-dixie for the beta and for quelling my anxieties about literally everything.

masterlist || tag form

Were you supposed to be using the kindergarten enrollment forms to sus out potential cute, single parents? No, definitely not.

But the process of going through the individual forms and comparing them to the database for possible clerical errors was tedious at best, and grueling at its worst. Sitting on those tiny kindergarten chairs, you and the other four members of your team of teachers had already rehashed all of the gossip from the summer, including how Jessica the first year teacher from the 3rd grade cohort had hooked up with that sleazy geometry teacher from the high school at the end of the year district-wide social last May.

“God, I remember when he was student teaching at the middle school,” Dora, your most senior coworker who had ‘been around the block a few times’ and also held onto every piece of gossip that circulated in your district for the last 17 years, drawled, “He had the grossest little rat mustache, you could hardly tell him apart from the 8th graders!”

The group laughs in response to that joke, always ready to make of the holier-than-thou high school teachers. “You know what?” Dora adds, “You’d think after so many years, I’d be used to these tiny fucking chairs, but I am not. I need a walk and a Diet Coke.”

“I’ll join you!” chimed Joanne, the second-oldest teacher in your cohort. The two leaders of your team left the room, leaving you, Claudia, and Andrés, the youngest teachers in the kindergarten cohort. Andrés and you had gone through your credential program together and had known each other for upwards of five years now as best friends. When the two of you arrived at Franklin Elementary, fresh out of school, Claudia had just completed her first year so she welcomed more young teachers with open arms. The three of you have been inseparable for the past several years now.

“Okay, pull out your stacks!” Andrés orders, citing your group’s earlier plan to use this menial labor to check for potential single parents. You were just looking on the forms to see who did not have both parents listed. It wasn’t a perfect system. And yeah, it was probably inappropriate but y’all were just messing around and killing time on this sweltering August day.

“I have one in my class!” you offer. “Student: Grace Miller. Parent: Susan Miller. Occupation: Landscape architect.”

“Oooo, intriguing. Love someone who works with their hands,” Claudia remarks in a silly, sultry voice. “I have one, the student is named Peter, mom is Karen. She’s an accountant.”

“I don’t like the sound of that. Karen? Yeah no thank you. Glad she’s in your class, not mine.” Andrés laughs and you join him. Kindergarten was just as much of a transition for students as it was for parents, and sometimes they took it harder than the kids. “Here’s to hoping she doesn’t live up to her name...” he continues, “Ooh, I have one! He's single dad--”

Oooh, you and Claudia purr.

“Rosalia Morales is the daughter of single dad Francisco; form says he's a small business owner,” Andrés presents this crown jewel piece of information to a round of applause from you and Claudia.

“Ugh, let’s hope he’s cute!” Claudia adds and the three of you dissolve into giggles as the older women return from their Diet Coke run.

—X—

Rosalia Morales was ready for kindergarten. Frankie Morales, on the other hand, was not.

The younger Morales had spent the first weeks of August carefully preparing for this new (and very important) chapter in her life. She carefully deliberated over decisions like what backpack and lunchbox to get from Target (she chose a matching Sofia the First set, so that it could be a topic of conversation for her and her potential new friends at school) to what she was instructing her father to pack in her lunchbox (no PB&J’s in case her new friends were allergic, she wanted to be able to sit at the same lunch table with them and not have these seminal weeks defined by the separation of Peanut vs Peanut free lunches). Rosalia was very meticulous, and she always had been. She was well-prepared to face all the challenges kindergarten wanted to throw at her.

While Rosalia had spent weeks preparing, Frankie had spent weeks dreading the imminent separation from his favorite person in the universe. Yes, he had sent Rosalia to preschool and pre-K but those had all been half-day programs. He would drop her off on his way to work and then pick her up at lunchtime. That only meant four hours apart but full-day Kindergarten was drop-off at 7:45am and pick up at 3:30pm. Seven and a half hours. How am I going to do it? he thought to himself.

—X—

At Franklin, they implemented a very specific first day schedule. Parents walked their kids to their classrooms to hang up their bags, then the students got to go play on the playground while the parents left. The older teachers designed this system to reinforce to the students that school = fun. Yes, of course there were always students who had a rougher first day, but it usually took a couple of hours for the fatigue to set in before the students realized how long the day (and year was going to be).

This system most importantly allowed for a clean break with the parents, a solid ‘goodbye!’ point that the teachers could enforce. But, always, there were some straggler parents (either loitering inside, near the front door or in their cars in the parking lot). The administrative team would let the indoor stragglers know that it was time to leave, but they would have two of the teachers go into the parking lot to make sure all the parents had cleared out.

This year, you and Claudia had pulled those short straws, so while the rest of your team monitored the early recess, you two roamed the parking lot with reassuring waves and “I’m sorry, it’s district policy, you have to leave the parking lot after drop off.” Everyone usually took it graciously—it’s like ripping off a band-aid, it’s better to just get it done.

You had almost cleared the lot of loitering vehicles when you came upon an older, red truck with a man inside it. His window was down so you began to speak to him a little before he noticed you, causing him to jump.

“Hi, I'm one of the teachers in the Kindergarten cohort," you say as you run your bare left hand through your hair. “Are you a parent?”

As he turns to look at you, you can notice that even with his cap pulled low, he has definitely been crying a little. “Hey, yes sorry. I’m Frankie Morales, Rosalia’s dad,” the man stammers, “I’m sorry, I know the policy, I think I’m just having a little bit of separation anxiety.” HIs brown eyes look a little bloodshot as he gives you a half-hearted smile.

You search his face and see no traces of dishonesty, this is just a man very nervous to be sending his kid to school. And a cute one at that too. Claudia called it, you think.

Before you can let your mind wander too far about this stranger, you have to say something. “Mr. Morales...” you start.

“Please call me Frankie. Mr. Morales is my dad,” he interjects nervously.

“Okay, Frankie,” you say. “I understand how nerve-wracking sending your kid to school can be. I may not be a parent myself, but I can empathize. But I can also offer to you that in my years in kindergarten, I’ve never seen a student not adjust to the classroom,” you offer.

“But I also understand that our anxieties can be irrational and don’t like when presented with things that might undermine them. So it’s okay to still be nervous or anxious right now,” you add. “Do you think there’s something that I could do to help you feel better about leaving school property in the next ten minutes or so?” you smile a little to help this last bit come off as nice as possible.

“I…” he mumbles, “I… I’m not sure, my parental intuition is telling me that something will happen in the middle of the day and it’ll take me too long to get here, which I know isn’t going to happen but… I’m worried that I won’t be able to be enough for her”

“You worry because you care, and I can already tell that you care about her a lot. Hey, like I said, our worries don’t have to be rational to get at us.”

“She’s just all I have, she’s the center of my universe,” he adds. With this, you can see the shift in his eyes, from worry to love. You can tell that he loves his daughter with his whole heart.

“Rosalia is in Andrés', I mean, Mr. Gonzales’s class, right?”

“Yeah, she is.”

“I think I might have a solution, a little band-aid just for today,” you bid and Frankie looks hopeful. “This is very much against district policy so you have to promise not to tell on me.”

He laughs with this, and promises not to tell. “How about I give you my phone number, and any time that your fatherly intuition is telling you that something bad is going to happen, you can text me and then I’ll peek across the hall to Rosalia’s classroom, and I can factually assure you that nothing bad is happening?”

Frankie actually smiles, for the first time in this whole conversation, “That would be great,” he says.

—X—

As you knew would happen, the day passed without incident. Frankie didn’t even text you, which you felt good about. But also a little sad because you wanted to start a little texting thing with this single dad. But you knew it would be a little inappropriate, in your heart of hearts.

After all the students get picked up, Claudia and Andrés migrate into your classroom.

“Don’t you think the first day of school calls for a celebratory drink out this afternoon?” Andrés probes. He always was down for happy hour (and to be truthful, you were too). “We should go to the brewery down the road, they have some nice outdoor seating.”

“I’m in,” you state, “And I may or may not have some other good news..” you tease.

“What? What good news could have happened in a room full of 6 year-olds?” Claudia jokes.

“Y’all can’t tell anyone but I got the phone number of that single dad from Andrés’s class,” you say as quickly as you can.

Claudia and Andrés both break into shrieks with this news.

“Oh my god, I can’t believe our prowling on the enrollment forms WORKED!!” Andrés exclaims.

“He was nervous at drop off so I gave him my number but he didn’t end up texting me, so nothing will probably ever come of it. But still, small win in my book.”

Claudia throws her head back, “You deserve all the wins you get, whatever happens, we’re psyched for you.”

Later, during happy hour you check your phone and notice a new text from an unsaved number.

Hey, thanks for your help this morning, having this line of communication made me feel a lot better. Rosalia had a great day today. -Frankie

You try to keep your facial expressions minimal as you read the message. They don’t need to know about this, you think to yourself before shooting back a quick message.

That makes me so happy Frankie. Feel free to reach out whenever you need! About whatever :)

You add that last line hastily and hit send. I can thank this liquid courage for that, you think as you down the rest of your pint.

#frankie morales x reader #frankie 'catfish' morales x reader #frankie catfish morales #frankie morales #triple frontier fic #slow burn incoming baby #my writing #di writes #oH MY finally something i'm actually writing instead of just talking about writing

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Null Moon (Marko x Reader)

Rating: SFW

Word Count:5.5k

Summary: Due to some mad bogus circumstances your hand was forced into relocating to the Santa Carla witch coven. Not exactly where you saw yourself, but beggars cant be choosers or however that saying goes. New coven, new community, no idea how this was going to play out, what could go wrong?

Warnings: Nothing really. Just 80s slang, some suggestive themes, trigger warning for witchcraft I guess, vampire boys doing stalky vampire things, and expanding the magical community at large. Throw in psychic fliting too. The only real warning here is that I wax soliloquy, stopping me is impossible.

So I watched Lost Boys again and Marko just too pretty and wouldn’t stop, so I had to write about it. I’m dedicated to worldbuilding because it pleases me, so no smut yet, but don’t worry, its comin. Enjoy the 80s slang sprinkled everywhere. Out of no where I know, but I hope you all like it ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

Part 2: Blood Moon ✧･ﾟ:

Salt was something you’d found yourself trying to quickly get accustomed to. Don’t get it twisted, you weren’t mental and liked it in your food just fine, but it was in everything here. It was bogus, really. None of your new sisters warned you about the mundane annoyances when relocating to their beachfront town.

It was almost insidious how it could worm its way into just about anywhere and everything. Even on days you were a shut-in, your hair still had a salty ocean breeze scent and you swore you’d find grains of sand in the oddest of places. It wasn’t that big of a deal, just another thing out of your control-- one you’d never be able to change.

The atmosphere answered to no one. Maybe this was the ocean’s way of welcoming you into the fold? Taking it as a sign that the gods were pleased with your departure from the Louisiana coven helped soothe the bitter ache.

You had other things to occupy your thoughts, anyway. Nothing exciting, just the very normal, very stressful situations that came with moving. Having a not so smooth departure made your integration into this coven rocky. Trying to smooth that out while accommodating for the new energy and dynamic of the community made things difficult. Stressful? Definitely. Normal? Unfortunately. Hectic? Totally, but still necessary to process.

Getting to know your new coven sisters was also proving tedious, certain views not quite matching up. At least you were kept too busy to really worry over it. Keeping your mind occupied made everything easier. Even if they didn’t know why you’d really been looking to transfer, it was no secret on their end why they’d been so eager to accept you. They’d had a very specific position that none of the current members were willing to entertain.

A major part of the job was the operation of the coven owned metaphysical shop on the boardwalk, night shift specifically. That had a swirl of mixed emotions bristle your senses- excitement just edging out over apprehension. Your old coven hadn't been open to the human public in any way, shape, or form. The practice was sacred and you were taught to keep it that way.

The only non-paranormal individuals allowed within the walls were partners of the community. A werewolf's mate, for instance, maybe suffering an energetic imbalance would be brought in. So dealing with the stuffy clueless human populace nightly? Well, the idea was less than stellar...but survival required adaptation, and you could be flexible. Still, predicting the havoc it’d play on your nerves was easy. Good thing wine existed because having a glass a day was majorly on the agenda.

Oh well, every job had to have something and each place had slightly different energetic needs, different spiritual practices, and don’t even get you started on the nuances of rituals- everyone and their mom have their own twist. Baton Rouge had been a prime example of that- a hotbed for the magical community, it was embedded in the culture. Overflowing with a little something for everyone and then some. Different ailments, practices, people, and best of all different magics.

On the other hand, all that variety came at the cost of a massive headache in interspecies politics. Witches and vampires, weres and goblins, selkies and sirens, demons and wendigos, elementals and everyone, keeping up with who was at who's throat was exhausting. It gave you a gnarly stomach ache frankly, but if that was the price of learning your craft, well, it wasn't that steep.

Headache, stomach pains, whatever- it was a price you'd gladly pay- had paid. Plus, you had loved the community there. Once you got past the politics there was a wealth of knowledge and power just floating around, free for grabs- even when it wasn’t free, there were ways to get what you’d wanted.

Admitting that your departure had left hella bitter resentment towards your previous sisters was something you actively denied. Your new high priestess hadn’t wanted any hexes sent their way following her acceptance of you. Assuring her it was a mutual departure had been easy, they were extremely desperate and hadn’t really gone through all the hoops to look into it. Besides, it was technically true, there wouldn’t be hexes, just bad blood. There wasn’t really a need to let them know they’d be black listed from the area communals. You’d been to enough of them in the past, they weren’t that special anyway.

Here, alone in the dark with your thoughts, you could sit with the discontent. The choice to leave hadn’t been yours, but you could admit it was for the best. When faced with exile you were willing to sacrifice. Resentment notwithstanding, growth rarely happened if you stayed stagnant for too long. This could actually be a blessing in disguise, even with the perpetual gallons of salt. So here you were; New city, new coven, new people, new rules.

A sigh escaped you at the thought as you put on a nice balancing act for anyone watching. The rules were certainly different here.

Less in some ways, more in others- some very curious agreements. Carefully trying, and trying being the keyword, to descend some questionable-looking stairs while carrying delicate cargo. It being pitch black didn't exactly help either, but at twelve am with no flashlight, the darkness was expected.

Not like you could carry one right now anyway and you’d be caught dead before you put on one of those gaudy forehead lights. A distant bonfire, presumably with partygoers, a few miles off was the only source of light outside of the odd shop still lighting up the boardwalk in the distance.

Neither were a help to you here, but the darkness didn't bother you much, it was more the feeling of the wood against your feet that had you on edge. Foregoing shoes had seemed like the smarter choice knowing you'd be walking in the loose sugary sand, but with the way it mixed against the rough wood to scratch against the arch of your foot? Regret was front and center which only exacerbating your already agitated mind.

Catching your toe on an uneven patch in the wood had you hissing in pain. Someone was def getting cursed if you got a splinter. Actually, you'd be surprised if you made it out without one. These steps were legit grody, they barely even qualified as stairs honestly.

Just some half termite eaten planks, driftwood more likely, definitely nothing professional, all nailed together and stuck into the side of a steep sand dune. Falling on your ass at some point was almost guaranteed- You were always a major klutz in these situations.

Shrugging your shoulder and regripping the box, at least the sand would give you a semi-soft landing whenever it happened.

You should thank whatever beachrat made these stairs though, adjusting your grip on the box again had the jars inside clanking together, water sloshing- good thing you'd tightened the lids before leaving the shop. Thanks to these little stairs you didn’t have to miserably fail at trying your luck in midnight sand surfing. If this was midday you’d have trouble with it still- trying sand surfing now? That'd be so warped. Ugh, just imagine having to make your way back up? Now that'd be a real treat- psych.

When both feet planted safely, and surprisingly splinter-free, in the soft sand you shook yourself into focus. No more letting your thoughts drive you, way too much negativity to unpack and you didn't need that energy seeping into your work here. Moon-water wasn’t usually the most influenceable, but you could, and with your attitude the way it was? You’d totally choke if you didn’t check yourself. No need to mess up your first job, right?

Breathing deeply you set about focusing your mind; grounding, feeling yourself coming back to a controlled center was the first step of your job here tonight. Tightening your grip and breathing in had the scent of the ocean hit you full force. With practiced ease, focusing inward had your eyes naturally drifting shut and calm settle over you. It was incredible how soothing grounding- ritual in general really, could be.

Your next inhale highlighted the subtle undertones of the boardwalk overlaid in the breeze, an amalgamation that fused into a scent uniquely Santa Carla. Letting your energy sink deep within you, then lower down still, dropping into the earth, feeling the vibrations of your surroundings- naturally letting it mix with the energies surrounding you. The ocean was a powerful tool, you'd be a ditz to ignore its embrace. There was an unusual magnetic pull in the air, a buzz that licked against your senses.

The full moon was calling, and like the ocean, you were here to answer.

Centered and ready to work you made your way down to the shore. Funny thing about this new coven, part of the new rules was night rituals were restricted to a single practitioner. That restriction had seemed mental to you, and frankly? You still thought they were a bit out there to bend to such restrictions, but once you learned there was a surprisingly sizable vampire pack in the area it had made more sense. Having just one practitioner was easier for accountability and all that, but like, it was still twisted.

Vampires were picky. They claimed a territory and stuck to it. Any other lucky supernatural creature was subject to their "authority". Barf me out with that attitude. If they weren't solitary, it was usually a duo, anything more than a trio was especially rare. Vampires could be mega volatile in general, but especially towards one another. The fact that there were at least four confirmed vamps in the area? Now, that piqued your interest. Their bonds had to be radically tight to stay together with any type of calm.

Unfortunately, vampires and witches? Typically not such a hot mix.

Vampires and magic didn't always mesh well and historically that meant witches and vampires couldn't play nice together. Funnily enough, this coven didn't go against status quo- every sister you'd met so far vehemently detested vamps. Too bad they were smackdab in the middle of fang city.

The location being legit brill had something to do with how docile the coven acted. It said something when witches were willing to take shit and obey in order to practice. Energetically potent, magically powerful, Santa Carla was a delightful nexus. Not to mention scenic too.

The coven was desperate for someone to be the designated night ritualist, working the stores night shift was just a caveat. The timing had worked out because you were just as desperate. You thought the whole vampire witch feud thing was lame, but it’d saved you from ex-communication, so you'd keep that tidbit to yourself.

Vampires didn't bother you really. Well, they could, but not because the vampy bit, just the entitled attitude. Anyone could be a barf bag regardless of what they were. You'd met just as many ditzy witches as narbo vamps. You were more concerned that you'd most definitely have human tourists bombarding you every night.

What got you though was the craziest part of the deal. When within a 15 mile radius of the boardwalk there was a restriction to strictly restorative work. Even being a nexus, you weren’t sure this place was worth neutering yourself energetically for. Sure, vampire's had their reasons, severe sensitivity to magic yada-yada, not to mention if their bond was as tight as you assumed, they probably felt active magic like nails on a chalkboard, but damn.

You couldn’t believe the high priestess would agree to it. It really seemed the witches got the short end of the stick here. You weren’t seeing a lot of benefits for yourself. So far your opinion on the coven was….well, at this point you were half-convinced you’d joined a gaggle of ditzes.

Having taken stock of the ingredients they had on hand a quick glance had made replenishing the monthly moon water a top priority. It was such a simple thing, very useful, super versatile, and no one in the coven had been willing to make a large batch of it. Ugh, imagine letting prejudice get in the way of making such a staple ingredient. There wasn't anything fancy that went into it. A cool head, even temper, patience, and a little prep was all that it needed.

That’s what you were here for now, though. They could keep their dislike and eat their cake too. Still, you weren’t completely obstinate and took their warning to heart, it wasn't just the vampires that made the area witches refuse the night shift.

Santa Carla wasn’t exactly Disneyland. Murder was a thing and it happened here daily. Nexus’s tended to have a magnetic draw. Pulling in powerful things, good things, weak things, bad things- the sheer unpredictability wasn’t a friend in this case.

A random human could decide tonight was beach shanking night and you’d be the lucky victim. You’d like to see them try at least. Maybe one of the vampire pack would break the agreement if they were feeling a bit nippy? Doubtful if they didn’t want a war on their hands, but possible. A stray wendigo attracted to your energy feeling a midnight snack seemed more likely. Could even be a banshee needing a quick meal. Never can tell how things were going to work out.

Knowing yourself though, you’d probably just trip up those hella grimy stairs and break your neck.

You weren’t too worried about being attacked though, honestly. You had wards in place and if it got past that, well, you'd deal with whatever it was then. No use worrying about it now. You were more than happy to take on the privilege to essentially moon bathe on the beach while funneling the energy to the water. It was good on all levels.

Walking to the area you’d scouted during the day set your mind back into focus. Setting the box down, the jars jostling while you grabbed the blanket hanging off the side of the box. Spreading it out and setting up your area had everything falling in place. The jars spread just along the outside of your circular blanket, with that done you sat yourself down in the center.

Determined to do this right you brought back that focused rooted energy. Using this as an opportunity to release some built-up tension would be a good idea too. Let the ocean wash away your bitterness with the tide and allow the moon to shift you into clarity for whatever was to come. Even if you did think your new sisters were idiots, they were to be your idiots and you had to embrace it.

As you laid there working the energy and letting it shift, you noticed a curious sensation at the edge of your perception.

A slight tickling at the fringe of your awareness; soft, so extremely soft and subtle that if you’d just gone about your business and hadn’t been so introspective focused you’d totally have passed it over.

Watched.

The subtle sensation wasn’t threatening as of yet, but you were definitely being watched. By what? You weren’t sure. Getting a firm reading on it was difficult. The more you focused on the energy the further it pulled back. Pursuing it only had whoever it was slyly staying just out of your grasp.

Definitely not human. Wouldn’t be a witch or a medium either, they’d just answer your psychic questioning. Could be a were, you’d heard they’d been in the area recently. The next brush sent a shiver down your spine and had you crossing weres off. It was definitely too silky to be one, they always felt gruffer to you, wilder. Possibly a demon, they had that shade of sensuality and always liked to follow you around in new territory. A quick flash of tightly-wound sharp control coated in a mischievous air finally spit out the answer; Vampire.

Satisfied, you dropped the pursuit and turned your attention back to the sea. Subtle brushes returning, but this time not trying to hide itself or their interest. So one of the new overlords had decided to drop in on their new subject? That was just fine as long as they stayed watching and didn’t interfere.

You’d give it to whichever vamp this was. They had wicked nice energy. Like, once you got a read on that was. Playful, cheeky almost to a fae’s degree, brimming with an elusive danger, while still having a quiet peace underneath. That quiet calm resonated inside your own field and was exactly what you needed to settle back into your space. You didn’t hate the idea of their company so much.

You’d expected a run-in at some point, but right away? They were some go-getters to the max.

Nothing came of it though, the watcher had just been that. A watcher. When three am came, went, and passed, you’d decided to pack things up. You felt their vigilant gaze the entire time. Even after you got in your car and motored on home, it was still with you. It was only after you entered your home did their light press on your awareness leave.

The rest of your week played out much the same. Feeling that attentive gaze in every outside ritual from start to well after the finish. Even while you were working the shop they’d pop in and out of your awareness only to settle when you were locking up for the night.

You’d tried to catch a glimpse of who your designated monitor was, but it proved an impossible task. Stealth was a vampire’s friend and this one was incredibly apt. They stayed just far enough away during ritual and on the boardwalk you were too busy entertaining space cadet humans or dealing with an actual client to seek them out.

On that note, there was a surprising number of shapeshifters in the area, changelings especially had been a nice treat. They weren’t exactly common in Louisiana and working with them was always interesting. They required a delicate eye and full attention when diagnosing their condition.

A shapeshifter’s physicality was entirely based on energy manipulation, so one wrong push or pull and you could injure them more than help. Pinpointing where your attentive observer was out in the crowd became annoyingly out of the question.

They’d turn up eventually. Until then, however, you’d just have to sit tight. Lucky for you changelings had a penchant for gossiping. They’d been kind enough to give you a rundown on the pack and their opinion of them. Changelings weren’t known to have easily won loyalty, so the popular opinion on them being pretty rad, was surprising.

They were apparently chill on the authority, which was shocking enough, but they said the pack leader, David, could be hella genial. Vampires weren’t usually described that way. Not outside of the anyone they were glamouring anyway. Maybe the coven weren’t such spazes to reside here.

Friday saw your week coming to a close. You’d woken up ready to put your first week behind you and spend the weekend really exploring the area. There was a nice hiking trail not too far away that you’d really wanted to spend some time at. A few brownies had spirited into the shop and mentioned it as a great area for herbs and ritual during conversation.

Brewing a second cup of tea, calming herbs this time- regular humans really did get on your nerves with their incessant brainless questions and barf bag attitude. There were a few mediums that'd dropped in who you didn't mind, actually really liked, but the rest of the human race made you want to gag. Lumping witches and poor mediums into the same category didn’t seem fair.

The night was steadily cruising along. The humans came in bursts, sporadic, but manageable. Client-wise, nothing too dramatic either, the most interesting case was a few sprites suffering a nasty goblin hex. It was an easy enough fix, orders on how to use the herbs, and a cautionary chastising to leave the gobbies alone unless invited. They giggled their departure as you shook your head, sprites never learned.

The night's energy had you listless. Only a few hours left before you could close down shop and you were antsy. No pressing ceremonies to perform tonight for the coven either, so heading straight home to open that bottle of wine you'd acquired before your arrival was on the top of the to-do list.

Curiously, your nightly specter hadn't visited once. It was surprising how fast you'd gotten used to a vampire’s energy body. If you were honest with yourself, you'd even come to look forward to having it- him, the changelings had listed only male vampires, being a steady sensation on the outer edges of your senses.

The absence of the strange new routine left you with an unsettled itch. Something was off, you could tell, your antsiness screamed of something about to happen, you just weren't sure what.

The answer came not too long after that. With a lull of what you assumed to be the last customers of the night, you’d busied yourself restocking and starting to close down. High on the shelf ladder reorganizing the herb wall. It got so messy with the daily run-through of customers’ grubby hands all over it. Turning a jar forward as the bell above the door sounded.

"Welcome! I'll be-" the energy that zapped your senses had you cut off the greeting with a sharp inhale. Thank the gods you hadn't been holding one of the glass jars, it'd be smithereens otherwise.

The shift had hit you instantly, an electric buzz that lapped against your mental self. Giving you a clear idea of what just walked in. Four of them. They'd all come. Shifting through the sensation, trying to grasp each of their unique patterns had you stopping short when you felt your chaperone's energy reach out to you.

It wasn't just a soft prodding like usual, instead, it was like a full-body caress. More like a lick if you were honest.

Skin tingling, electric sparks sent down your spine settling somewhere you'd rather not question right now, and if your nipples had tightened from it? Well, that was nobody's business. Beneath the shameless lick was an urge of reassurance.

The unspoken highly nuanced language assuring you of safety. Thank the goddess you were fluent. It was odd, really, a vampire reassuring a witch of their safety? You weren't prey, not if they wanted the coven to stay placid. Even if they’d decided to attack you weren’t helpless. The kiddie gloves would come off quicker than lightning and then they’d see what was up.

They’d definitely break you, but you’d do some damage. So there wasn't any rhyme or reason to make you feel safe or calmed. Nothing you could think of except for your own peace of mind. It had a giggle bubbling up, but you clamped down before it could escape.

You appreciate the sentiment regardless and dragged your energy against his in return, showing your mirth, and if he was apt enough to recognize the instant anxiety their entrance caused, he'd feel the praise underneath.

Taking a deep inhale before steeling yourself. You'd anticipated that it was only a matter of time before a meeting. The high priestess had said it’d come at some point when they felt ready, so you were decidedly not going to freak out and treat them like any other customer. Even if one of them had already made your nipples pebble.

You were also so ready to end the mystery of what your babysitter looked like. Putting a face to, well not a name, but an energetic signature rather. Stepping down from the ladder you made your way towards the front counter.

They were milling about between aisle shelving so getting a clear look wasn’t working. You could see bits of hair, flashes of leather, and hear their banter- typical dudes messing with each other. You were right, hearing how affable they were with each other solidified that they def have a legit bond.

Waiting another minute behind that counter still hadn’t made them come to you. Sighing before you decided to speak up, "What can I help you with tonight?" That had the laughter in the back trickle off before a rumbling voice spoke out, "Many things, maybe nothing. Depends on what you're offering." He hadn’t needed to emerge from the aisle for you to feel the leer paired with that statement. Ah, so David was the edgy type. You could work with that.

What you might stumble over though, was just how pretty they all were.

Don't get it wrong, Vampires were supposed to be attractive, it was part of their thing. A magnetic and alluring shift happened to them all when they were turned, but this? This was on another level.

The vague memory of lessons from your old covens compendium on vampiric lore came to mind. It’d stated the first vampire came into existence born by way of an incubus mingling in a maenads rites with a medium. Their resulting child the first vampire.

Who knew how accurate those stories were, the compendium was specific to each coven; an enduring collection of their line of knowledge, but authenticity was always questionable.

Looking at them all as they emerged- really made you believe there was some weighted truth to the legend. Incubus certainly seemed like it was mingled up in them. You’d been gifted by a few incubi once upon a time and the similarities between them and these boys? Striking. Between their movements, their magnetic presences, and the brazen way they gazed at you.

The vampires in Louisiana were all charming, but it was all a subtle compulsion. It didn’t help that they typically had a bad attitude mixed with antiquated style. They just never appealed to you.

This pack, however, seems like they’d had no problem keeping up with pop culture. Embracing it wholeheartedly, one of them looked like he moonlighted in poison for crying out loud. Maybe they were young, but you got a vibe that hinted otherwise. More like they were adaptable.

Trying to keep a straight face, professionalism and all that, was difficult, but doable. At least you thought it was, but once you locked eyes with a pair of soulful hazel- there was no doubt that they all felt the psychic warble you let slip accidentally.

He’d been the elusive watcher this week. There wasn’t a question about it, a perfect face to match his auric self. The breath you’d been holding choked out when he broke into an impish grin followed by what was essentially another playful full-body kiss.

You swore you could hear a purr resound in your mind. The three subordinates chuckled when you drew in a sharp intake.

“Marko.” David's tenor was soft, but firm. Marko? Cute. Without breaking eye contact, his smile widened mischievously while he raised both hands in surrender. The undivided attention was unsettling in all the right ways.

Sparking a heat that undulated throughout you. Tabling that information to the back of your mind, you broke the gaze. Needed to if you were going to have any kind of brain function for conversation.

Turning to the de facto leader you sized him up. Or tried to. Definitely threatening, actively making it hard to read him. On the surface he felt like a cold blade; sharp, decisive, piercing.

Good qualities for a leader you supposed, but like, damn, that didn’t sate your curiosity. If he wasn’t going to work with you then that only left the boring way, “David, I presume?”

He raised a brow with a pleased look, “Good. The little crone knows who matters around here.” Bo-guuus, edgy with an attitude. Those changelings either lied or were talking about someone different because genial? You weren’t seeing it. Aiming an unimpressed look paired with a, “Mmhmm” brought a chuckle of his own.

Waiting for him to speak again seemed like the best option, you weren’t very good at small talk, and Marko was still so very distracting. After David’s chiding, he really hadn’t let up much. He might not be doing that lick thing with the delightful heat, but what he was doing wasn’t far off.

Going out of his way to make sure a large portion of your attention was still focused on him by continually baiting you; almost like energetic petting. If you weren’t trying to have a serious conversation you’d bask in the new attention. You weren’t a cat, but you imagined this is what they must have felt like. Psychic flirting was always fun, but his attention had it quickly becoming your favorite.

With him doing it in front of his pack though? Any sensible person, witch especially should be uncomfortable. Totally pissed if not outraged- it was definitely a claim, unnervingly possessive, and you shouldn’t like the blatant territorial display, but for some reason, it stroked something deep in your harebrain that majorly worked for you.

Before you could drop down that rabbit hole further David brought you back, “You’ve been a busy little witch this past week.” Annoyance fluttered in, what’d he expect? There hadn’t been a night ritualist for over a year. There was a lot of work to do, some things just couldn’t be done during the day.

You shrugged “Ha, massive understatement. New coven, new clients, way too many neglected things to catch up on. Seems like you should thank me for taking over.”

The look he gave you was piercing and indiscernible. You weren’t really sure where you stood with him. You hadn’t done anything to step out of the bounds they’d placed on you, but somehow with the look he was leveling at you begged the question, had you?

Mentally retracing your week yielded nothing. Hadn’t even tried to hex anyone, even that human who’d cut you off on your drive in Wednesday night, now that’d been difficult. Was this why you’d had such heavy surveillance? Not that you’d minded, but here you thought it was just your shining personality.

“Keep it up. The community needs a witch with some spine.” Maybe you’d spoke too soon, he might not be so bad.

“I wasn’t so sure about you. Word on the street and all.” That had you freeze. Not even Marko’s continued attention phased you. There was no way he knew anything. That was impossible. Your new coven didn’t know, your old coven wouldn't dare let anything slip- it wouldn’t just be you who lost face.

There was no way anyone knew anything about you or why you’d moved. It had to be a bluff, a well aimed taunt. It was common knowledge that witches rarely transferred covens, it happened for a multitude of reasons- good, bad, ugly. He was just being a dickhead, a nosy dickhead.

Forcing a calm mask even though you were sure they could all hear your rapid heartbeat, trying not to play into his bait, “Oh? Word on the street? I have a rep already? Bitchin’.”

Anxiety was a mega issue for you, so not having a cow and playing it as chill as you did? A total moment for you. clammy hands, rapid heartbeat, clenched jaw and all. That pulled a laugh out of Marko and the hair band look-alike while David and the clydesdale in the back wore smirks.

“Word is the new witch isn’t from the clique. Never can tell what you little hags are planning, bringing in new blood?” He leaned forward across the counter catching you with his piercing blues, “That has trouble written all over it.”

You were slow to process what he’d actually said, too caught up in how the light glinted off his pretty eyes. There was no denying it, so you didn’t try, “For sure,” but on second thought you didn’t want to make it sound like you were here to start shit, “but change isn’t always bad.”

He tapped the glass of the counter before he pushed off, “We’ll see about that, little hag”. That must have been the signal to leave because he’d started walking towards the door with the silent type in his shadow.

Marko hadn’t moved, hadn’t dropped his attention and you were nervous to return it. Too likely to get caught up in something now that they were all leaving. You liked it, but it was still like mega nerve-racking.

Before you could work up the confidence to engage with whatever that was, the taller blonde slapped his shoulder, “I like this chick! She’s got some spunk!”

He made to push away from the vampire still comfortably leaning against the counter, but something had caught your eye. Without thinking, your hand shot out like a viper to grip his wrist before he could walk any further away, “Wait up!” Marko’s purr, or whatever that buzz he was coating you in suddenly sputtered out.

With everyone’s attention returning, you dropped the skin contact and made your way around the counter. Standing in front of him while quickly giving him a psychic once over. His tallness made it very inconvenient to look for the physical indicator of what you suspected. With a yank to his shoulder you spoke before you really thought how it’d be taken, “Bend down and show me your teeth.”

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[🌈] THE GANG’S RACES, PRONOUNS & SEXUALITIES ───────────────────── pairing. the gang

desc. where i share what i think each member of the gang’s race, pronouns and sexuality is

type. headcanon & bulletpoint

warnings. none

notes. this is my first proper post and my english still isn’t that good so sorry if none of this makes sense ─────────────────────

─◌✰್ darry

okay so race wise i headcanon this man as half native american half east asian

i’ve seen a lot of people think the curtis brothers were half native american and i agree 🕺🏽 but they then headcanon them as half white and idk😞 i just think of them as half east asian

as far as pronouns go i hc darry as he/him🙏🏼🙏🏼 i don’t think darry is cis tho🤔 or at least he has a complicated relationship when it comes to gender

i think he doesn’t really care too much abt pronouns tho

and for sexuality i think darry is pansexual and doesn’t really care when it comes to his partner’s gender

─◌✰್ two bit

for two bit i heavily believe in him being south asian 🤔 like idk whenever i read the books i just think of him as such

for pronouns he is DEFINITELY he they ‼️‼️‼️ idk if they’re a cis he they tho or not but methinks he’s a demiboy 🙏🏼

and he is definitely unlabelled, as long as ur blond is enough for him /j /lh

no but fr he’s unlabelled and doesn’t really care

─◌✰್ dally

DALLY

ok so this is a white man 😭😭

most def a white man

hmmm but maybe he’s pacific islander 🤔🤔

actually i’ll give him pacific islander, a lil boost /j he’s one of my own kind

me and dally are now islander siblings now

he’s probably half pacific islander and half white but heavily disconnected from his islander side bc his dad was islander so he don’t know much abt it

i think dally goes by he/him but once more... not sure if he’s cis tho...

ftm possibly??

dally is bisexual

idc

bc if u think anyone in the gang is straight u srsly need to reconsider ur life decisions /j /lh

tim being his bi awakening

─◌✰್ steve

IVE HAD THIS HC FOR SO LONG

STEVE IS MIDDLE EASTERN

FIGHT WITH THE WALL

idky i always just pictured him as such and i will die here

ALSO STEVE USES HE/XE/IT PRONOUNS

he first found out abt these pronouns snd he didn’t rlly understand but was like ‘wait that’s cool’

and then he liked em a lot and he felt comfy w em so he talked to soda abt it and soda was like

“oh yeah, my friend uses those pronouns”

that said friend was prolly johnny

and then steve had an identity crisis and was like ‘yk what i’ll just use em for a lil while and see how i like it’

and xe loves em ever since

he’s also gay

and in love with soda

─◌✰್ sodapop

ok so like i said, curtis brothers are all half native american half east asian

soda uses she/him pronouns 🤝

might even be a demigirl 🤔

but i think soda is a cis male and just like she/her pronouns

which is very valid btw

and soda is bi !!

or pan or unlabelled but i’m leaning more towards bi🤔🤔

─◌✰್ johnny

JOHNNYYYY

ok so headcanon johnny as black 🕺🏽

and for pronouns

JOHNNY USES HE/THEY/IT PRONOUNS DEF

FIGHT W UR MA

pony once was referring to johnny and dally and used ‘they’ but johnny got confused and thought pony just meant him

they loved it

and was like ‘yup gonna use that for now on !!’

johnny is also pansexual i like to think

he prolly falls in love with anyone way too quickly

pisces tings innit

dw me too johnny, me too 😞😞 #piscessquad

─◌✰್ ponyboy

PONYYYY

ok again half native american half east asian !!

and for pronouns

someone said ponyboy goes by she/they

could not agree more

maybe any pronouns but she/they preferred??

but methinks she/they

for sexuality, gay 🙏🏼

and dating curly

extras.

─◌✰್ tim

NOW I HEADCANON THE SHEPARDS AS PACIFIC ISLANDERS

my representation

headcanon that tim helped dally learn more abt the culture

for pronouns, tim is he/they and non binary

again, fight w the wall

and tim is gay, very much so

─◌✰್ curly

AHHHH CURLY

again, curly is a pacific islander

NOW

CURLY & ANY PRONOUNS

HOW WE FEELIN ABT THAT

i think his preferred order is she/they/he

AND SHE IS BI IMOOO

─◌✰್ cherry

ok cherry

now cherry being white doesn’t sit right w me 🙁🙁 /j /lh

i personally think cherry is south asian

don’t know why, that’s how i think 🙏🏼

cherry is she/her

but she’s willing to try out she/they

maybe even he

AND CHERRY IS PANSEXUAL

IDCCCCCC

tbh or cherry is lesbian

either or 🙏🏼

#the outsiders #darry curtis #two bit matthews #dally winston #steve randle #sodapop curtis #johnny cade #ponyboy curtis #tim shepard #curly shepard #cherry valance #the outsiders headcanons

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i-dont-want-your-hysteria · 3 years

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Take It Easy (Rick x Reader)

(illustration by @paper-sxn as always)

Words: 1,520

Prompt: March 1983, you’re a crewmember for the Pyromania tour, and you come down with carsickness one day. To top things off, it’s the same day the crew’s bus has a special visitor...

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March 1983

Being on the road could sometimes bite you in the ass. It was a cliche thing to think, and you knew it- despite it being undeniably true. You loved traveling with infinite perks, but as for your finite troubles... there was much to be desired.

You nagged yourself with this mantra as you lay curled up and half-dead in your bunk. It was all you could do while your body protested against the feeling of being in motion for so long. The gentle hum and rumble of transportation was normally a lullaby, oddly enough. It definitely seemed to contradict itself in your current predicament. What a talent the tour bus had for lulling you to sleep and sickening you at the same time.

Carsickness didn't affect you that often- plus, it hadn't even happened on tour at all yet!

“Why would this occur now- especially now? That’s just me and my goddamned bad luck...”

And lucky you, indeed. Of course you got sick at the most inopportune time; when the band's drummer decided to hop on the crew’s bus for a while.

You weren't getting as close to the band as you wanted to, and this opportunity would've been nice- had you not felt under the weather out of the blue.

All you wished was to sleep off the nausea and dizziness without making a fool of yourself in front of Def Leppard's drummer- the wild and free and funny Rick.

If it'd been any other member, maybe there would have been less pressure. Unfortunately, you had a history with drummers, and Rick was a young rock star in the purest form. The beat seemed to follow him wherever he went, and those curls you spotted on the bus told no lies. His formula of being a little crazy, a little willing, all laughs, and all smile had you instantly yearning to meet him.

He got along splendidly with the crew (as his brother was a part of it), and seemed so untouchable and out of your league for friendship. It was a little painful. It should've been easy to talk to him, as you were friends and fellow crewmates with his brother Robert, but the social line between band and crew felt thick to you for some undefinable reason. Still, this was supposed to be your opportunity to maybe start befriending the band. Instead, you didn't want to be a drag (or throw up in front of Rick), so you drew your curtain back, curled up under your blanket away from the commotion, and privately tried to wait out the sickness of travel. The heaviness of your body needed to ease up before you made any first impressions. You were too sick to care about taking advantage of this opportunity. If only you could get some shuteye and skip ahead in time to when you'd feel better. Your head turned into your pillow and let your thoughts cloud your ears instead. The motion of the bus made you feel as if you were floating for so long that you weren't sure if you'd fallen asleep or not. Being warm and shrouded in the darkness of your bunk made the rest of the world cease to exist. When you finally realized you may have been sleeping, you were conscious again. You didn't know how much time had passed, and you didn't know if you were feeling any better at all. The only thing you did know was that someone was trying to get your attention.

"Y/n? Are you okay?" an unfamiliar voice gently sept into your bunk. Your eyes opened to see some light coming through; the curtain must've been pulled back somewhat. Rolling over, you came face to face with Rick. He was crouched and holding the curtain back, peeking his face in only a little. You jumped at the sight of him being so close, but sunk back down immediately after. "What's going on?" you rubbed your eyes as you grumbled at him. You did your best to sound polite and not grumpy. "Nothing's goin' on," Rick assured you, "But you've been in here a while and we're wonderin' if you're okay, is all." Still tired and still sick, you didn't have the time or capacity to consider what he was saying. When you came to think of it, you did hear Robert and someone else murmuring some quiet, possibly concerned remarks about you just before you dozed off, but you weren't too sure. Perhaps Rick was part of that exchange. Instead of asking him if he was, you answered on your impulse, "Yeah, I'm alright. I've been carsick before, and it decided to hit me today." Your stomach gurgled uncomfortably, resulting in you wrapping your arms around your abdomen. You rolled back away from Rick, facing the wall with a whine, "But thanks for checking in." "You don't look so good," he remarked, "Do you need anything?" "I need a bed that isn't moving. Or at least one that's a bit more comfortable." What you really wanted to say was that you needed a hug, and that you didn't want to bother him, but you were still trying to make an impression. You figured the best you could do at this point was be polite and stay out of Rick's way. There would be other chances to bond with the band. "Well maybe I could help-" Rick's proposal was accompanied by the sound of the curtain being drawn back more, and the feeling of him climbing into your bunk with you. You tried to look back at him as he made his effort, "What are you-?" He plopped down beside you and huffed, "I just thought you could use some company to get your mind off things. I could leave if you want me to." Scoffing with a tired smile, you curled back up and turned away from him, "I don't mind, but you probably won't get much conversation outta me." Rick set the curtain back to its prior position, leaving you partially shrouded in darkness again, "Alright by me." Laying there in the narrow bed, you couldn't help but feel drawn to the warmth of him behind you. The last thing you expected was the band's drummer to climb into bed with you in a time of distress, but Rick took it upon himself to prove your judgement wrong. Turns out the friendship line between band and crew wasn't so thick after all. "You sure you're okay with being in here?" you had to ask in your grumbly tone, "I could hurl at any minute, you know." Rick's shrug was felt throughout the bunk, "Nah, I know you won't. Mind you, you seem like you could use-" The bus hit a bump, causing you both to bounce in the narrow space. Rick, in danger of rolling out, needed something to hang onto. In a blink of an eye, he was now holding onto you. "Shit! Blimey, that would've been a barrel roll outta here-" he chuckled, still clinging to you to make sure he wouldn't fall out, "Sorry 'bout that." "You okay?" you were giggling as well as he released his grasp from you. "I'm fine, I'm fine. How about you?" Apart from the humor of the situation, you told him nervously with a green face, "That bump didn't do me so good..." "Oh no- it's okay," he proceeded to reclaim his hold on you in an attempt to raise comfort. Almost humorously, he began slightly rocking you, "Just keep telling yourself 'I won't be sick, I won't be sick..." Your reply was a mere hum when you snuggled your face into the pillow, "You don't know how good it feels to be warm right now... it's rather nice... despite the circumstances." "Just take it easy and we'll be done driving soon," Rick sounded like he genuinely cared about your wellbeing- which was catching you off guard. His light that was being shed on the mood was such a comforting glow. He proved this further when he chuckled, "It's funny, I was about to say that you look like you could use a hug, anyways." "Wow," you giggled and softly shut your eyes. A big, bashful smile crept up your lips, "Somehow you read my mind." It was bizarre how Rick clicked with you right away. The ice that needed to be broken between you wasn't just broken; it was also melted and evaporated as well. You, personally, thought it strange how Rick's body seemed to feel instantly comfortable around yours, too. Who knew drummers could be so dexterous as well? The lullaby of the rumbling road caressed you both now, and the crew's bus sped on through the day. The trip was becoming a little easier now that you felt a bit more protected and cared for. It was amazing how backstage life unfolded sometimes. One second, you're an average crewmember, and the next, you're suddenly worthy enough to be spooned by a member of the band. Just like that, you had discovered one more of the infinite perks of being on the road.

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(Take It Easy by the Eagles)

#always a song for every fic uwu #''so open up- I'm climbing in''#def leppard #def leppard fanfic #def leppard fanfiction #rick allen #rick allen x reader #def leppard x reader #rick allen fanfic #rick allen fanfiction #original content #fanfic #fanfiction

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