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The Girl in IT - 7. The All Hands Meeting

A Boss! Joel Miller x IT Specialist F! Reader AU

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Chapter Rating: E (18+, MDNI)

Chapter Summary: A look into a typical day at Miller Construction Group. Chaos ensues (naturally).

Chapter Warnings and Tags: No outbreak AU, Boss x Employee Relationship, Sugar Daddy Lite, Smut, SO MUCH SMUT, Age Gap, Older Man/Younger woman, So much dirty talk, Office sex, Desk sex, Inappropriate usage of PowerPoint, Tommy fucks around and finds out, No Beta we die like men!

Word Count: 4.4K

A/N: And the hijinks are back! I wanted to try something new this week, and it was the perfect opportunity to showcase all of our fun supporting characters in 'The Girl in IT'! I thought what better way to introduce everyone was to include their commentary, like an episode of 'The Office'! This one is a doozy, and I hope you all enjoy!

#MCG ADMIN 50 members Sarah (HR) Good morning, Team! I hope you're all doing well. I'd like to announce a mandatory All-Hands HR Meeting today at 11 am in Conference Room A, co-facilitated by Tess and me. We'll have a brief presentation, and for those working remotely, please log into Zoom to join the meeting. Following the session, thanks to Bill, we'll have lunch and refreshments provided. Feel free to reach out if you have any questions. Looking forward to seeing all of you soon! Tommy Sarah, are you gonna bust your Papi's balls in front of everyone for posting that naughty photo? 💀☠️🪦 Frank (Interior Design) Will there be an opportunity for discussion following the presentation? I'm eager to delve into the minds of SlackGate and understand the motivations behind their actions the other day. Connie (Reception) It's clearly because they're fucking, Frank. 🍆🍑🦪 Frank (Interior Design) Who is? Our fearless leader and our shy girl in IT? Until one of them makes it official, it's just hearsay! Is this meeting a hard launch for a new power couple? 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨 Sarah (HR) Yes, there will be an open-forum discussion after my presentation but NO, we will not be talking about the events of the other day in detail. Connie, this is a professional space and we will conduct ourselves as such. Connie (Reception) Why am I always being singled out?? Frank started it! Frank (Interior Design) Did I not professionally conduct myself? Geez Connie, I'm not the one sending nudes to our Boss when clearly, he has a girlfriend. Wait. Oops? (Sorry Connie 🤡) Bill (Civil) Frank! What do I have to do to get you to behave for once? Frank (Interior Design) Oh, I could think of a few ways... Why don't you come and find out once you're done handling your bratwurst out there? Sarah (HR) I don't get paid enough for this shit.

"Thank you, everyone, for coming together at such short notice. While I'm aware this all-hands meeting was abrupt, recent events in the past few days have made it essential. Tess and I genuinely appreciate your presence as we address these important matters," Sarah says with a bright smile, handing out materials. "Here's an updated Employee Handbook with a few edits. I thought it would be beneficial for us to go through it together. Are there any questions before we begin?"

"Yeah!" Tommy exclaims from the back of the room, his feet casually resting against the edge of the table. "How long until we get to the part of this meeting where we discuss just how much of a bad boy your Daddy was the other day?"

Tommy Look, I love my brother, I do. He's always so serious, so noble, providing for everyone and all that, making sure we have a roof over our heads. Shit, he's gotten me out of a lot of binds in my life- [He looks a bit uncomfortable and clears his throat, nodding.] ... anyway, it's a rare thing to see my brother slip up like that, you know? Didn't think he had it in him, honestly. It's been a few decades since I've seen his twig and berries, but shit, I know he's packing! He's a Miller, for fucks sake! [he puffs his chest out a little at that, chuckling to himself] But Sugar? She's been a fucking godsend! Never in my life have I seen my big ol brother act a fool, especially over a woman! What can I say? It's great to not be the fuck-up brother for once! I'm gonna milk out SlackGate til the end of time!

"Tommy," Joel warns through his teeth, glaring at his brother. "Cut it out."

Sarah rolls her eyes in response as she fiddles with her laptop, the projector behind her illuminating with her PowerPoint presentation. "Like I was saying, this presentation is just going to go over the changes we have implemented in the last few days, including proper Slack etiquette and conduct. You would think that as grown adults, we would know better than sending inappropriate images and messages through company property and time," she clears her throat, glancing over at Joel, then to Tommy, who winks in her direction knowingly. "...including those who decide to engage and participate in unsanctioned secret channels-"

Frank's hand suddenly shoots up, his face awash in mock outrage. "I'll have you know, the watercooler channel serves a purpose, folks! When I caught wind of this 'secret channel' gossip circulating among the Nosy Nancies in the breakroom, I was appalled! Who would dare to stoop so low—"

"Frank, you invited me to the chat just this morning," Jesse remarks, casually holding up his phone as evidence. "It's titled 'Frank's-secret-slack-chat.' I thought it was some kind of exclusive club or something."

Frank Hi, [waves to you] is this on? Yeah? Hi. I'm Frank. Listen, Sarah was getting a little too vigilant about monitoring Slack ever since Tommy sent us a little treat last year [he laughs] so I had to do something about it, you know? [It pans out to Frank leaning against his desk chair, typing away on his secret Slack Chat.] The chat started as an open forum for discussion on the everyday going-ons of Miller Construction Group. Do we just so happen to discuss the private lives of our peers? Maybe. Do we mean any harm by it? [He gives you a wicked smile] Maybe.

"You guys, you know, the longer I keep getting interrupted, the longer we're all going to stay here in this conference room, and the longer we have to wait to eat Bill's food. You know how he is," She looks outside of the window, the smoke from Bill's grill swirls like a plume as he flips over a juicy steak. "He hates it when he has to serve his food cold. As I was saying, it should be obvious that we shouldn't be sending inappropriate images or photos to one another through Slack or e-mail."

"Hey! It was just one time, and it was an accident!" Tommy retorts, "Besides, it was hardly inappropriate, I was just only trying to show Maria this weird rash I got-"

"What does that mean, anyway?" Connie cuts in, casting a glance your way. "Inappropriate photos? And is there a difference between accidentally sending them or doing it on purpose?"

"Yeah," you shoot her a pointed look. "Sending nude photos to someone who doesn't want them is actually considered sexual harassment," you say, raising your voice a bit and turning in your seat. "I mean, you could get arrested for that, Connie," you add with a sing-song tone, a smirk playing on your lips as you glance at her. "You have nothing to worry about though, right?" you challenge, rolling your chair towards Joel, and taking his hand in his. "Not unless you did send naked photos to my boyfriend?"

Connie Look, I didn't know that Mr. Miller and Sugar were boning. I know how this looks- like I don't believe in girl code or something. I am a girls girl! If Sugar was just forthcoming about who gave her those damn hickeys before SlackGate happened, I wouldn't have sent her boyfriend nude photos of myself! A girl's gotta try, you know? I was only trying to shoot my shot! [She looks a bit uncomfortable, picking at a hangnail.] ... but you have to admit, Mr. Miller is H-O-T hot. God. I love me a graying man in flannel. I always thought to myself, there must be a story here. How does a millionaire who looks like that be single all this time? does he have anyone? is it a sugar baby? does he have a secret love child? I mean- [she looks over her shoulder where Joel is, arms around his chest as he winks at Sugar. There's a hint of jealousy in Connie's eyes.] Is it true, though? Is it really sexual harassment if I send unsolicited photos of myself? Do you think he's gonna press charges?

"It's true. Sending unsolicited photos of yourself to unsuspecting parties is sexual harassment, Connie. Not to mention creepy," Sarah winces, shooting you an apologetic smile. "So please don't be sending any photos of that nature to anyone that you work with, especially not in the admin group Slack."

"Yeah, Joel!" Tommy chides. "Keep that shlong in your pants, brother!"

Sarah You would think that working for my family is a cakewalk? Please. I've been diagnosed with IBS and GAD since I started working here five years ago. I sometimes take half an edible just to make it to lunchtime. [Her head rests on her desk, and as the events of SlackGate unfold, an endless barrage of messages from the admin Slack channel floods her monitor. She can't help but groan in response.] Listen. I love my Dad. I've never really had to worry about his behavior at work before, not like how I have to with Uncle Tommy... but what the hell was he thinking? I can't unsee that! What if Ellie was on that chat? Could you imagine the trauma? My trauma?

"Okay, let's turn to page 12, where we'll go over all the recent updates," Sarah announces, clicking through her PowerPoint. A collective gasp echoes in the room as the slide projects onto the screen, revealing an image – the image of Joel. However, where his exposed package would be, an eggplant emoji tastefully takes its place. It resembles one of those generic memes easily made with a phone app, complete with the semi-imposed words 'Keep Calm and Shlong On!' in big bold letters.

"Shit!" she exclaims, hurriedly pressing the ESC button as she tries to close out her PowerPoint. She slams her laptop shut, the tell-tell sound of a crack echoing throughout the conference room. You hear Tess silently scoff in the distance, and Sarah closes her eyes in embarrassment as the room falls silent.

... and then, all hell breaks loose.

Tommy is beside himself, his face red, and his eyes filled with tears as he doubles over in laughter, clutching at his middle. "Shit, Henry! When I asked you to do this, I honestly didn't think you had the balls to go through with it, but I so owe you, my man!" he exclaims, enthusiastically high-fiving his nephew-in-law. "This is the best fucking day of my life!"

"Henry?!" Sarah exclaims, her face flushed with rage. "This is what you needed to do in the office at 6 am this morning?!"

Henry's expression crumbles as he witnesses his wife's ire, suddenly realizing that he's just dug himself into a deep hole. "Sarah," he stammers, attempting to regain composure. "This isn't what it looks like—"

Henry Yeah, Tommy asked me to put that meme into Sarah's PowerPoint last night. I would have done it at home, but Sarah doesn't like to bring her laptop home, you know, work-life balance? So I had to make an excuse to come to the office this morning. Was it a dumb ass idea? Yeah, probably. Did I kind of want to get back at Sarah's dad for making my life a living hell? [He looks at you awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck.] Honestly, when you're like five beers in, drinking with Tommy- everything seems like a good idea. He dared me, you know? Said that I'm such a simp, trying to always please Joel. Called me a fucking pussy and everything! What else was I supposed to do? Sarah's going to kill me, huh? Do you think that she's gonna ask for a divorce?

"It's a meme. A meme of my Dad's dick pic with AN EGGPLANT EMOJI?!?! ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME??! WHAT DID YOU MEAN FOR IT TO LOOK LIKE?!" she screams, pulling at her hair. "AND YOU, TOMMY MILLER!" she points at her uncle furiously, "WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK??!"

"Baby," Henry replies, his hands raised in an attempt to calm her down. "It's just a harmless prank, look—"

"No, you look, Henry! Does it seem like it's just a harmless prank?" she gestures to the room, her eyes wide. "Don't even think about coming to bed tonight. I can't even look at you! How dare you collaborate with Tommy, do you really want to go this way? Because I see you fucking around, and you're about to find out-"

"Oh come on, Sarah! you know these all-hands meetings are dull as fuck, I don't even know why you even bother, no one ever listens anyway!" Tommy exclaims, looking around the room. "Isn't this fun you guys? Come on, lighten up! It's not like y'all haven't seen my dick before! Your Papi's gonna live another day, I think we should all feel as comfortable as we want, fuck the rules!"

"...but Joel's is much bigger than yours!" someone yells amid the chaos, laughter, and banter echoing through the room. Sarah looks around helplessly in a panic, trying to grasp the situation unfolding.

"Hey! I'll have you know that I ain't small!" Tommy yells in retaliation.

"Do you think that this is helping, Uncle Tommy? I'm beginning to believe that the only reason why people don't take me seriously is because of all of the shit that you pull!" Sarah groans, looking like she's at the end of her rope. "I could mention that Tess is helping me facilitate this meeting to scare everyone but she's just off to the side, pretending to not be drinking under the table!"

Tess [She is sitting off to the side, smiling to herself as the chaos ensues, shaking her head.] I am drinking, because who else thinks it's appropriate to call an all-hands meeting first thing in the morning? I don't even want to be here. It's so fucking pointless, trying to get these shitheads to conform to a set of rules. [She witnesses Joel storming up to Tommy, his face full of rage and irritation, finger pointed right at him.] This is the consequence of hiring friends and family, isn't it? I tried to tell them it was a bad idea, but who's listening to me? I get it, everyone thinks I'm a bit of a bitch, and well... yeah, I am. Alright, time to rein this in— [She suddenly stands from her seat and walks over to Sarah, who appears to be disassociating into madness.]

"HEY!" Tess bellows, clapping her hands together. The room abruptly falls silent, Joel's hands frozen mid-grab on Tommy's flannel. Forty-eight pairs of eyes pivot towards Tess, a blend of shock and embarrassment spreading across their faces, reminiscent of children caught sneaking cookies from the jar by their mother. "Okay, that's enough!"

Her eyes are narrowed, hands on her hips. "This is what's going to happen. You're going to stop sending each other dick and tit pics through Slack, because as much as it is amusing," she smirks, winking at you, "I would really rather not have to deal with the fallout that comes with it," she shoots a pointed look at Connie, whose eyebrows shoot up to her hairline.

"The next time someone tries to fuck around and find out? I'm going to take that dirty photo, print a thousand fucking copies of it and stick that shit all over the office. Every fucking inch, every fucking nook and cranny is just gonna be dick and tit central," she paces around the room, placing a warning hand on Frank's shoulder. "As for this secret Slack chat, I'm going to give you all one chance to come clean. If you don't, and Sugar's report doesn't match who outs themselves right now," She scans the room, a smirk on the corner of her mouth appearing in satisfaction. "Yeah, you didn't think that we were monitoring that shit, huh? Well, I'll throw you all a bone: raise your hands if you are in this secret group chat, and I'll consider not docking your pay for insubordination. Your choice."

Frank [Looking at Tess as she slightly stumbles from where she's standing.] Yeah, she's toast.

The majority of the room begins to raise their hands, except you, Tess, Joel, and surprisingly, Frank.

Tess scoffs. "Really Frank? Really?"

"I have no clue what you're trying to imply, and seriously Tess? Are you really going to play that card? Are you going to dock your pay too?" Frank retorts. "I mean, just last night, you were drunkenly telling me that you heard Joel and Sugar-"

"If you utter another word, I'll fire you on the spot, Frank!" Joel shouts from across the room. "I mean it this time!"

Joel and Sugar [Joel wraps his arm around your waist, leaning in to kiss your forehead while gently pushing a strand of hair behind your ears.] There, that's better. Don't hide your face, Mami; you're too beautiful to be hiding all of that, okay? Right, [he clears his throat.] You would think that people would be a little more professional around here, show me a bit of respect— [His gaze shifts to Tommy, who's engaged in laughter and banter with the team, his chest puffed out in triumph. Joel glares at him, shaking his head.] I'd like to think I try really hard to be a good boss. I pay fairly, I allow remote work, and damn it, I take pride in offering the best employee benefits in all of Austin. We even take a company trip to Hawaii every year, for fucks sake! [You squeeze his hand, pressing a kiss to his temple as he takes a frustrated breath.] Papi, if it means anything, I think you're the best boss any of these folks could ever ask for. They don't deserve you. [Joel nods.] Look, I don't know what to tell you. I got the ride of my life that morning, my sweet Mami riding my cock just right, you know? I would have been okay, going into my meeting with blue balls, just as long as Sugar got hers. Your pleasure is my pleasure... but I was just so fucking horny! I started to work out, yeah? Wanted to keep shit tight for my baby, and fuck, I was... what do they young kids say? Feeling yourself? [Joel nods again, smiling at you.] Yeah, 'feeling myself' or whatever. Anyway, I was in the meeting, and you messaged me, right? saying that you weren't going to be in for lunch? and I don't know if was the disappointment, or if I was just too horny, but fuck. I quickly excused myself and took a quick dick pic in my bathroom. I thought I was in the right Slack channel... so I sent it, and then the guys at The H Group asked me a whole bunch of questions, and then an hour later- Chaos. The messages kept flooding in! Frank was asking about how long I was, and Connie was sending me nude photos of herself- in my fucking office! Wait, what? [Your gaze meets Connie's, nervously seated as Frank goes on and on beside her. Her hands twitch like a possum that just got run over by an 18-wheeler. Yeah. Squirm for me, you think to yourself.] Yeah! And I just sat there, in shock, you know? Like this is the kind of shit that Tommy pulls, and I couldn't believe that I was so fucking stupid! Can you imagine the kind of therapy Sarah's gonna need? What if Ellie saw this?

"Who's up for some snacks?" Tommy calls out to the team, holding a basket filled with rather sizable cucumbers, bananas, and eggplants. "Help yourselves, compliments of Joel!"

Ellie [at the job site across town, hard hat fixed crookedly on top of her head.] Yeah, I saw it. There is not enough bleach in this world that could ever erase that image from my existence. [she glares at Sam, who just shrugs.] Thanks a lot, asshole!

"Alright, you degenerates!" Bill booms, bursting through the conference doors wearing a 'Kiss the Cook' apron, tongs in one hand, and a tray piled high with thickly cut steaks in the other. "This steak isn't going to eat itself!"

The team swarms Bill like seagulls spotting a tasty piece of bread on the boardwalk. Tommy grabs a t-bone with his bare hands, biting into it with the enthusiasm of a caveman.

"Hey," Joel whispers to you, his shoulder gently bumping yours. "Want to help me with something?" You nod eagerly as Joel swiftly guides you out of the conference room, heading towards the executive offices. You giggle as Joel ushers you into the room, pulling you into a kiss, his foot playfully kicking the door shut.

He moves the both of you over to where Tommy's desk is, pushing aside its contents off the tabletop in one fell swoop, the items clattering onto the floor. "Papi, what are you doing?" you ask cheekily as he bends you over the desk, lifting your skirt.

Joel growls and shoves you down onto the desk, his hands harshly grabbing onto your hips. Your arms scramble to find purchase as you knock over a framed photo of Tommy and Maria, watching helplessly as the image of their smiling faces falls onto the floor. His palm travels across your back, pinning you in place as he fiddles with his zipper with his other hand. "Line item 6," Joel murmurs as his hands begin to travel across the globes of your ass, squeezing and spreading and slapping them until you're so wet you can feel it dripping down your thighs.

Joel hums in appreciation. "Thats right Mami, get nice and wet for me, okay?" You can feel him pump his cock against you, notching his head at your entrance. "You gonna make a nice mess for me, baby?" he asks through gritted teeth as he strokes through your folds with his dick.

"Yesss," you moan, pushing your ass back toward him.

Joel pushes into you to the hilt in one brutal thrust as you cry out, grabbing onto the edge of the desk as he begins to pound into you in earnest, his thrusts so hard and punishing that the desk begins to rattle. You squeeze your eyes shut as Joel gathers your hair in his hand, pulling you back towards him. "Fuck baby, I'm gonna come so fucking hard, fill this pussy up and watch as it drips out of you, maybe fuck you again if we still have time-"

You gasp, taking a deep breath as his thrusts become so erratic it pushes you up the desk, lifting one leg onto the surface as Joel angles himself higher, hitting a spot so deep within you that you bite your lip from crying out, not wanting to attract any unwanted attention. You squeeze around his cock as you chase your high, hoping that Joel can maintain his composure long enough so you both can finish together. "No Mami, stay with me, come with me-"

He leans over you, pressing you onto the desk as he grabs onto your shoulders, pounding into you, his breath hot against your neck as he buries his face into it, huffing from exertion. "I'm so close Mami, I'm gonna... Fuck!" He bites your shoulder as he cums in one last brutal stroke, his hands harshly grasping your thighs as you feel his hot spend flow deep into your belly. You rock your hips onto him as his hand goes to your clit, rubbing until you are weak in the knees, your body trembling beneath his. "Fuck Joel," you say a little breathless as you slump onto the table as Joel pulls out of you, his finger probing into you as he pushes his leaking cum back where it belongs. "Come on, lets clean this up and head back before they notice-"

Joel just snorts as he zips up his jeans. "No," he replies nonchalantly as he catches his breath.

"No?" you ask as you straighten yourself up, frowning at him.

"Line item six says I bend you over his desk and leave a little souvenir," he motions to the mess on the floor, pens and papers scattered about.

"He's going to fucking murder you, Joel," you chuckle, pulling him into a kiss.

"Yeah? Well, he shouldn't have fucked around, because he's about to find out." He simply replies, taking your hand in his. "Come on, little Mami, quickly now, before he realizes we're gone..."

You share a laugh as he guides you back into the conference room. Bill raises an eyebrow at both of you, handing over a plate with steaming steak, as if he just finished cooking it. "I thought I'd save your lunches for last, figured you guys needed some extra time," he says, clearing his throat and nodding towards Tommy, who seems entirely oblivious to your brief disappearance. "You know Tommy, can't resist a good piece of steak," Bill continues, gesturing at Joel. "It's like everything around him disappears for a moment; you could rob him blind, and he wouldn't even notice," he adds with a small smile, placing a hand on Joel's shoulder and giving him a knowing look. "Enjoy your lunch, you two."

Bill Look, I wouldn't call myself a nosy person, but I am perceptive. [He glances at Frank whispering and giggling to Connie off to the side, rolling his eyes.] Look at them. They think that they're the eyes and ears of this operation, but what they don't know, is that I. Know. Everything. I am a survivalist. I gather intel on all of my surroundings, even if I am surrounded by absolute morons. [Bill takes another sip of coffee, subtly glancing around him before making eye contact with you, the reader, once more] So if you want to know the real scoop, the real ins-and-outs of this company, and not have to deal with the lunatics in Frank's not-so-secret shit talk club, come to me, I'll set you on the right path. At least I have snacks. [He looks off to you and Joel, giving a curt nod as he starts to cut into his own steak.] As much as I respect Tommy, he's not the one signing my checks at the end of the day. If there's anything that I value more than anything, it's loyalty. I don't like to play around, hate it when people bite the hands that feed them. People like that need to be taught a lesson. Joel's a good man, and sometimes, we fuck up... but it's how we handle ourselves after the fact that matters. If that means I help out an old friend, well- [he smiles as Tommy walks towards the conference room doors, heading back to his office. Bill smiles out into the distance.]

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THE CRAFT (1996) SENTENCE STARTERS

❛ I can't stay home and watch daytime TV for the rest of my life. ❜

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bish-plz-haha · 6 months

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Hajime Isayama is a genius. And here's why: a tangent

The fourth season of Attack On Titan (AOT/Shingeki No Kyojin) is the epitome of

The enemy of my enemy is my friend.

Keep that in mind as you, if anybody, reads this.

Eren's villain arc makes total sense. Don't get me wrong, the ending was fucked. But it made so much sense.

With the entirety of the series being about freedom and him having the Attack Titan's power to "see" the future, Eren—as dumb and idiotic as he can be—realised, I think, that in order for the world to stop seeing Paradis as their foe (for the world to stop seeing Eldian's in general as their foe) and for them to have the freedom he so desperately dreamed about from the day Armin showed him that book, they needed a common enemy. But there wasn't one: there was just hatred and violence towards others who were just a little different. So he realised that, in the end, he had to become that. He had the strength and power, and he knew that. He could be that for the people. He could be the reason that the people of Marley and Paradis unite and fight side by side instead of fighting each other. He honestly even told Armin as much.

ARMIN: It was all to push us away from you... and make us into heroes who save humanity from extinction by taking you down?

EREN: Yeah. You guys will become saviors to all that's left of humanity. You turned your backs on Paradis in spite of being "Island Devils," and sided with humanity to the end.

Eren became what no one else wanted to. What no one thought he'd become. For the sake of the people that meant the world to him: Armin, Mikasa, Connie, Sasha, and even Jean (side note: I loved their rivalry. It made things light and fun even in dark times). He says that in order for things to go the way they needed to, future him sent the titan towards his mother instead of Bertholdt. Eren had to do the hardest things of his life towards the end: one being becoming someone he's not for the sake of the greater good (poor babies. Honestly, he was convincing as the villain: he had all the justifications to be that person. But he wasn't, down to his core, mean and cruel as he so convincingly portrayed himself to be. He even had his best friends fooled. Up until Armin heard about the eradication plan. At that point, Armin called his bullshit—which is fair).

He showed his father memories, fake and real, of what's to come to make him convince Zeke, which was very clever. He controlled Yimr enough—with Zeke's help of course—to make her attack his friends with titans from the past to put on a good show, not knowing whether or not they'd make it out alive (he hoped and his hope and knowledge that his friends—no, family—were skilled enough to stay alive). He definitely knew his death was coming, and he knew he had to continue on, even if that meant causing his loved ones pain; the pain of his death moreso than anything.

Eren made Marley team up with Paradis. To fight an enemy they both had in common instead of each other. To make Marley and the rest of the world see sense (though as Historia said: "The fight will not end even after the Titans have vanished. Eren told me everything about the future he knows. Even if he can't see the future past that point, he was able to see this future vividly. I'm sure this outcome was not just the result of Eren's choices. This world is the result of the choices we all made. We must fight. So we won't have to fight anymore. Even if it means to live a living hell devoid of peace...")

Hense the reason I say that the fourth season is the epitome of "The enemy of my enemy is my friend." He knew that if they had a common enemy, they'd unite and fight together, not against each other. There was no need for senseless killing. He didn't want that.

Oh and don't even get me STARTED on the symbolism. My GOD that struck me like a fucking truck. Like, the shot of the scouts saluting Levi as he sat against that bolder only for the camera to pan to the Wings Of Freedom on Erwins back as he disappears along with them. UGH.

And then the biRD PULLING AT MIKASA'S SCARF ONLY TO FLY AWAY. LIKE, WHY WOULD YOU SHOW ME THAT??? Im CrYiNg!!!!!

Eren is finally free.

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nectardaddy · 9 days

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Foolish [Jean Kirstein x reader] 3

language, (of age) drinking, drunkenness

-- Tunes: Everybody Talks ; Neon Trees High Enough ; K. Flay Come Get Her ; Rae Sremmurd (Not even ashamed about the last one, it fits the vibes.)

As the night continued on, as did your growing intoxication; the effects of the drinks Jean made you hit you in your now swimming mind. Your eyes were blurry and your cheeks were hot, but you tipped your cup back and took yet another sip of the drink that made you woozy. "You should go ask Jean to dance, (Y/n)!" Sasha yelled, causing the other woman next to you to gag.

"Bruh- that's disgusting," the women groaned out. "Please don't tell me you actually like that man," she said with a grimace.

"She practically drools over him, Ymir!" Sasha stated with a laugh, to which Ymir let out another groan.

"Jean Kirstein? The guy that tried to kick Eren Yeager's ass last year, that Jean Kirstein?" She asked, "girl he's a dick. Please have some sense and do better."

"Hey! He's actually really sweet when you get to know him," you defended. "Plus, he's not hard to look at either, he's actually pretty hot."

"He is a pretty nice guy," Sasha shrugged. "He's a ride or die type of friend."

Ymir let out a laugh, "ok, ok- so he's nice, got it. But, Billy Ray Cyrus over there, mullet and all, is hot to you?" You rolled your eyes as she pointed him out, glancing over to see him speaking with someone else.

"Yeah," you doubled down with a laugh. "Pretty fucking hot to me."

"So hot that you'll finally grow a pair and ask him to dance?" Sasha mused, to which you bit your lip. "Be so fucking for real, I know you made out with him on Halloween. I know you have it in to shake some ass."

"You what?" Ymir yelled, grabbing your arm in disbelief. "You told her you made out with that loser, and not me?"

"I didn't even know she knew about that! I was going to take that to my grave," you answered honestly, a nervous chuckle leaving your lips. "How do you know about that?"

"He told me himself," she chuckled. "Said he almost pissed his pants from excitement," Ymir let out a laugh as she continued. "Which is why I'm telling you to dance with him, dumbass."

Putting the cup in your hands to your lips, you downed the rest of your drink. Swallowing harshly at the taste, "fine." You forced out and glanced back at the man. Even drunk, you found yourself second guessing your decision immediately. You often wished the man would like you in the same regard as you to he, but now that it was right at your finger tips it felt too good to be true.

"He's been ogling you all night," Ymir chuckled. "If he says no then there's something severely wrong with his little man brain."

"That man is obsessed with you, he won't say no," Sasha groaned. Nudging you away from the group, "go shake some ass! We'll be right here." You felt your breath steady at the word 'obsessed,' a word so silly it made you calm alongside the liquor you drank. Emphasizing it as much gave you a confidence you truly needed, and pushed past your thoughts as you turned to walk away.

There was a higher sense of confidence filling your chest from the alcohol in your system and your friends words. But you thanked a higher power you had liquor in you at the moment, knowing you would rather die than have the guts to dance with him sober. Haphazardly making your way through the sea of people to the opposite side of the building, you rolled your eyes at the amount of people would bumped or fell into you.

Next to the man you sought out was Connie, looking completely spent as he held himself up against the wall. Chuckling to yourself as you maneuvered around people to finally see him fully: his head hanging but his hand still latched onto a bottle. He was still coherent, but incredibly too drunk for his own good, as he didn't even register you were in front of them until you started speaking. "Fuck, dude, you look like shit."

"I feel like shit," he spoke with a chuckle.

Glancing up at Jean, you took the cup out of his hands without a word with a cheeky smile. Watching as he rolled his eyes as you sipped the drink and returned it. It was a silly gesture, but one that made the man look you over. A drunken haze over his eyes as he shamelessly drank you in. There wasn't an ounce of worry in the man anymore, the alcohol whisking anyway any anxiety he had before.

"Ugh- barf," Connie groaned. "Fuck each other with your eyes somewhere else, I feel like I'm dying."

A laugh left your lips at the man, flickering your eyes over before returning them to Jean. "We should move then," he spoke with smirk pulling at his lips.

"Or you could come dance with me, and problem solved," you suggested with a drunken smile on your lips. Liquid courage now flowing through your blood stream, you simply couldn't imagine yourself asking so casually sober. You also couldn't imagine asking without the conversation just minutes earlier; grateful for Sasha's inability to keep her mouth shut.

Taking your hand in his own as an agreement, he leaned over to speak to you. "Does this have something to do with the two idiots over there staring at us?" He asked, now leading you past people through the crowd. Your eyes flickered over to your friends, and you rolled your eyes to see them shamelessly staring. Both women smiling and laughing upon seeing the both of you notice them.

Your eyes flickered back up to him as he stopped, now standing in the midst of a sea of people. A smirk pulling at your lips from the words that clung to your tongue, "it has everything to do with Sasha telling me you were obsessed with me, actually."

Usually, Jean's façade of charm and arrogance would crack at such a revelation - but it did quite the opposite. His false confidence merged quickly with his real confidence, concocting another smirk as realization slapped him right in the drunken face. Sasha spilled a secret, yet here you stood willingly and openly. He couldn't tell if it was from the alcohol or her words alone, but gladly accepted the result you gave him with open arms. "I'd say obsessed is an understatement."

His voice was low and drawled from the effects of intoxication, making you take a small breath to ease yourself. The man alone made you melt, but his touch and voice so close to you made you want to boil over. You could feel you confidence slip and grasp at straws to stay afloat, but ultimately yank itself up at his next statement. He didn't need to say much as you felt his hands touch your hips as an invitation, "should we give them a show?"

Dancing at a party like this was far from decent; if someone wanted classy they wouldn't find it in a frat house, even in the smallest of corners. Even drunk, your vision blurring as lights melted into streaks, you felt scandalous; even more so as the man gripped your waist which an intensity that made you want to catch your breath. You didn't care that you felt vulgar or obscene, if people wanted to watch - fuck it. All cares were thrown directly out the window the moment you felt the man's hips on your ass.

Everything around you was hot and sticky, a humidity that hung in the air from sweat and liquor. Your skin felt scorched as you finally turned around, putting your hands on the chest of the brunette you danced with. It had only been a few songs, but enough movement and alcohol to make the world feel like it was spinning around you. The man looked down at you in a daze, but understood immediately as you tried to take a deep breath. "Let's go outside," he offered.

With a quick nod, you felt him take your hand and lead you out. As soon as the door opened, you felt yourself groan in relief at the fresh air that hit you. While you weren't at Connie's level of sloshed, you certainly almost reached it as the other drinks you had hit you while still inside. "Fresh air at last!" You yelled with a laugh. Jean's strides were larger than your own, but you usually kept up if you were sober, being so inebrietated you stumbled as you walked with him. But you truly didn't mind, nor even notice, as you continued to follow the man with a laugh. Eventually slowing to a stop, you looked up at him without a word but a drunken smile pulled on your lips.

Unbeknownst to you, the man was near the same level of intoxicated as you; he could handle his liquor better though. His cheeks were red from the heat and he pushed back loose hairs that framed his face with his free hand. His surroundings were wobbly and distorted, only being able to see clearly directly in front of him. He looked down with heavy eyes and chuckled, "I can barely see shit and you are still so fucking beautiful."

Letting a laugh bubble from your lips, you felt a heat rise to your cheeks. "Are you trying to flirt with me right now, J?" You teased, but your already tossing stomach did flips at his words. Sure the alcohol helped ease your racing thoughts but the man had the unique ability to make your heart thump faster in your chest by words alone.

"Am I that bad?" He asked rhetorically with a chuckle. "I thought I was doing pretty well for myself. It got you out here with me tonight at least."

"I bet you say that to every woman." You mused, but you felt a pull at your heart. Your fingers squeezed his hand that still held yours tightly and released. You didn't want to let go of the man's hand, wanting to hold it for as long as possible before he eventually slipped away. He would always leave at this point of the night, would slink away and not be seen again until the next day. And neither of you dared to speak about events from the prior night, even if you both still remembered. It was a reckless cycle you continued despite your feelings, all for the charm the man reeled you in with.

"Nah-" he shook his head. "I saved that one just for you."

You rolled your eyes at his statement, "well don't you know how to make me feel special." Sarcasm dripping off every word, he matched your energy with a smirk.

"You're still here," he quipped, "so I'm doing something right." He felt his tone teeter, knowing he toed the line a bit too far and hoped he wouldn't live to regret it. "I saved another line just for you, y'know?" He began with a chuckle, leading himself down a path of conversation that there was no turning back on. If he was sober, he'd be coherent enough to spin it back to fight his anxiety - but he was far from sober. He walked himself down this path and he walked it with the confidence he truly couldn't believe he even had.

"Oh please," you rolled your eyes again. "Enlighten me with your terrible pick up lines."

"Do you want to come over?" He asked nonchalantly, the question falling from his lips effortlessly as he didn't think before he spoke. He didn't mean for his hand to squeeze yours tightly, but he did anyway as the realization of what he asked hit him point blank. He wanted to recover his statement, but taking it back would make him look like an ass. And fixing it would make him look like a cowardly fool.

"Really?" You posed, taken aback by his question despite how much you eagerly jumped to say yes. Intoxicated or not, the man hadn't had the gumption to ask of your company after a party before. Although this was exactly what you wished for, you felt yourself get nervous regardless.

The man paused a moment, wrapping his drunken mind around the conversation at hand. Letting his swimming mind decide his next move as he looked over your features to find an answer. You wanted to. The way you held his hand desperately in an attempt to have him stay, and your features spoke those of pleasantly surprised than disgust and down right rejection. But his mind only thought in extremes in his current state, and he shrugged off the darkness as he thought it was now or never. "Hell yeah," he said with a chuckle.

Your stomach did flips at his offer, which made you swallow hard as you tried to tame it. Semesters you have craved every aspect of the man in front of you, right down to his very essence. Sober you would pussy out, and think of a lame excuse to further push your own feelings down. So far from sobriety, all you could do was lean into the notion of wanting what was directly in front of you. "Fuck it," you mused with a smile. "I'll come over."

#attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #aot x reader #snk x reader #snk #aot #jean kirstein #jean kirstein x reader #jean kirschtein #jean kirschtein x reader

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remidyal · 7 days

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Favorite D20 Villains

Just for some positivity on this, and because it's been a minute since I did a tier or ranking list, have my ten favorite Dimension 20 villains! I'm not going to include anyone from Junior Year since it's still running, and I'm going to go ahead and mention that I'm not including Ragh or Aelwyn who could both easily make this list otherwise because they've spent as much or more time on the Intrepid Hero's side as they did villains.

Obviously, there are potential spoilers in this list, so proceed at your own risk! I'm putting a read more link here just to save people who haven't seen a lot of seasons.

10. Galfast Hamhead, Escape from the Bloodkeep.

Okay I know this one is cheating because the party are the villains and Galfast is, like, the one actually good figure on the opposing side, but I'm still counting her. Just an absolute tour de force in the parts of the series she appears in, and gets away even though she technically loses to the party.

9. Natalia Cicero Connie Lee Carter Bajar, A Starstruck Odessey

She's not the most threatening villain in ASO, but there are really three fronts where villains can work for me: They can be hammy and fun, they can be actually threatening and scary, and they can be someone I desperately would love to see get taken down. Natalia scores all her points in the first and last of these categories; she's not scary, but her entire concept is just so stupid that it makes me laugh every time.

Bonus points for being the target of what I think is the best joke in ASO - high praise - the "My fiancee doesn't really do art" - "I agree" by Ally.

8. Robert Moses, The Unsleeping City.

I believe the only actual person to ever be a main villain in Dimension 20. Genuinely a monster of American history; I was familiar with him prior to watching The Unsleeping City but I would wager that I was in a fairly slim minority. There's some problems with the presentation here and the details of it - I am guessing they would have just made him a powerful vampire if this season was more recent, for one - but I can't say I wouldn't want Robert Moses' plan thwarted. Probably the closest we'll ever come to actually having a campaign fight Ronald Reagan directly.

7. The Stepmother, Never After

Never After for me has a structural problem in that there are too many ideas stuffed into too short a season, and so quite a lot of it feels extremely half-baked. The Stepmother isn't immune to this, but she's also an actual imposing figure for much of the series that feels like a true threat to the party even after they prove that a TPK isn't enough to stop them. The scene where Ylfa looks before they head to the Lines Between is maybe the best Never After has to offer, for me.

6. Madame Loathing, Mentopolis

Honestly, this feels like a more full version of the Stepmother in many ways even though there are only six episode. This is probably because she's not competing with like five other factions in her villainy. The moment where she turns is great, and there's something very satisfying about landing a twist where the villain was someone so obvious that they were dismissed by many as too obviously evil to actually be the main evil.

5. The First Stoats, Burrow's End

Here I'm referring to the four that remained at Last Bast; I think the series in some ways peaked with fighting them, though certainly there were some highlights still to come. I don't think Aabria necessarily meant for this fight to go down at the time and place that it did, but genuinely creepy designs with a creamy layer of fascism on top.

4. Tony Simos, Unsleeping City 2

Remember those three categories? Tony here scores real, real big in the "I wanna see him die" category. He's not the worst person on this list (that's honestly probably Robert Moses), but he's the one I most wanted to see get crushed, and ultimately was in an extremely satisfying way. TUC2's villain duo was overall incredible - we'll revisit that in a moment - but I cheered more when Tony dropped than any other villain D20's ever had.

It is what it could be, asshole.

3. Calroy Cruller, A Crown of Candy

Do you know what I've always hated about you, Amethar?

There's a lot of people who would have this guy at the top of their lists, and I really don't blame them; the main thing holding him back for me is that he really doesn't do very much after that crowning monologue until he goes out like a chump at the end of the steamroll that is ACoC's last battle. (Those of you calling JY's last fight easy should rewatch that one). It is, admittedly, the most satisfying of any of the villain deaths of that finale, especially with Liam's baffling last second resurrection of broccoli pope and captain carrot. Scores very well on all three fronts, and honestly if Amethar had actually died there or if he'd just been front and center at the end then he'd maybe be number two for me.

2. Null, Unsleeping City 2

A dip into real eldritch horror, and does it better than Never After in part because it stands out more against the backdrop of New York. Null scores great on the threatening front; a monstrosity of apathy and depression and lack of connection is a hell of a villain. The world where Pete doesn't roll that crazy banishment check and vanishes partway through the season would have maybe robbed us of some of the insight into this, so I'm glad we got the one that we did.

Kalina, Fantasy High Sophomore Year

This was never going to be anyone else. Kalina's getting points on all three fronts, but conceptually is just an incredible concept for a villain, feels like a real threat throughout the season until the moment they dispel her, and you can feel the amount the players both want to take her down and are in fact worried about her throughout the season. Because of her nature she's able to show up repeatedly without a fight without that not really making sense, which is kind of hard to pull off - most of the villains on this list aren't met much after their villainy is revealed. We'll see if she's back at the end of Junior Year and what kind of state Cass ends up in, but either way we'll always have spring break.

#rankings #d20 #dimension 20

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3lder1ch-l0verz · 21 days

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Hi! Could I request a Steven (Steven Universe future) x reader, where he feels lonely and asks to come over to the reader’s place? Bonus points if they cuddle together and the reader comforts him 🥺

Of course honey! Thank you for the request, I love this prompt! I apologize if its late, work and school have been keeping me busy! Sorry if it's short!

A listening ear...

It had been a long week for Steven. He had been dealing with all sorts of things. Bluebird trying to hurt his dad, his gem powers acting up, Connie rejecting his proposal. He felt on edge, and he needed company outside of the crystal gems.

Who better to go to than you? His best friend, and brother figure! He remembers the first time you two met! He was 12, and you were 16. He was walking on the beach when he saw you, a tall teenager dressed in a grunge style. You were new to town, almost everyone recognized you as the new kid.

Steven was lured in, he was really curious about you! Who knew that one simple introduction would've lead to years of friendship and bonding.

He remembers all the times you stood up for him, protected him from corrupted gems, cared for him when he was sick. Yeah, he had the crystal gems to do that too, but it was different with you, you were pretty much his brother!

In fact, your the one he felt like he could unload his problems with. He remembers the first time he was overwhelmed with the things in his life. You comforted and listened to him for as long as he needed.

Safe to say he trusts you, and needed you now.

With all the recent things in his life, he needed your comfort. So, with shaky hands, he called you, nervous about your response.

When you pick up the phone, he smiles, still feeling a bit nervous.

"Hey (Name)...uh...could I come over? I just...i really need to talk to someone right now..."

He hears your chuckle on the other side of the phone, and that seems to ease his nerves.

"Of course you can Steven! You don't have to ask, I'm always there for you when you need me bubs."

He sighs with relief and informs you he'd be over in a few minutes. True to his words, he arrived at your house in a few minutes. The stressed 16 year old quickly hugs you, needing the comforting warmth of your embrace.

"Hey bubs...tough week huh? Wanna talk about it?"

You rub his back, hugging the youngster back. He briefly nods, and lets you sit him down on the couch. He watches as you put a blanket on him, make him his favorite snack, and provide him his favorite drink.

"Alright then, let's talk. What's wrong Steven?"

He takes a sip of his drink and rests his head on your shoulder.

"... Everything. Everything is wrong. I feel so overwhelmed, it's like I'm a kid again. I don't know if something is wrong with me, or, or if I'm doing something wrong. It just feels like I can't talk to anyone. I'm so used to letting others talk to me about their problems, that I've forgotten how to talk to them about my own problems."

You nod and frown, not because of his words, but out of empathy and pity.

"Nothing is wrong with you Steven, you're still a kid, and you've been through so much. It's okay to feel how you feel, and I understand how it feels like everyone doesn't understand what you're going through. And in a way... you're right. You're the first being to do the things you do, be a mix of a gem and a human. You've experienced things you shouldn't have had to experience at that age, and for that I'm sorry. But, despite all of that, you'll always have people who care about you. People who'll listen. I may not understand what you've been through, what you're experiencing, but I will always listen and try to help out."

Steven goes quiet, and he smiles softly, feeling a bit better. For the next few hours, you listened to him talk about his problems. You listened intently, and occasionally gave suggestions to help with the problems. Eventually, he fell asleep on you, and for the first time in a few weeks, he slept without having a dream....

#l∅verz fic #x male reader #l∅verz work #l∅verz writes #x gn reader #steven universe #steven universe x reader

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asktheghosthost · 10 months

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Some scattered thoughts on the 2023 HM movie

Maybe I'll do something more in depth later after the wide release and when I'm not so exhausted

But for now, here's some notes. There are a couple of minor spoilers, so I'll still put this under a read more. Be warned.

I really enjoyed the Easter eggs. I'm looking forward to getting the blu ray and pausing it every five seconds to see what I spy in the background.

Our mortal crew is very likable. Ben is definitely the stand out character for me. His arc is lovely and sympathetic and he almost made me cry.

I liked how the film approaches grief and loss and love. It felt sincere. And it was handled in a way that I think most kids would get, too. If anything, it may help open up conversations for some of the younger audience.

Lots of character cameos, and multiple new ghosts created just for the film. Really appreciated the new spirits. They fit right in. The extras and supporting cast playing these quirky ghosts were great. ... Pay them. Pay them what they're worth. You couldn't have this massive menagerie of the macabre without them

I've seen a lot of reviews say the jokes can fall flat. Most of them hit for me. "It'll cost you... three dollars," still made me giggle.

Hatty... I'm so glad Disney finally made a proper outright villain again. Not a twist villain. Just a straight up murderous, power hungry, manipulative, absolute asshole. It's been way too long. Pay your writers, and pay them well so we can get more of this.

The way the Mansion would change and rearrange itself was great. I love that the house is a character all on its own. It has a backstory. It's its own entity in a way. Love that. Properly pay your animators and special effects team, because their work is the only way that kind of thing is accomplished so well.

William Gracey is a total sweetheart and I love him. His backstory is actually super similar to Edward's, so that might bug some people. But he's different enough in his demeanor, I think, that maybe it won't be really obvious if you're not thinking that hard about it. But, yeah, there are a couple of things that feel repeated from the 2003 movie. I don't know how much of that to chalk up to tropes, or if it was some intentional reworking. This isn't a remake, it's still its own thing, but it's easy to see some inspiration from the previous film.

Loved Connie. No thoughts in that head except "WHACKITY-WHACK!" She's chaotically vicious for the sake of it, and that's fun. My perfect Constance is Debbie from Adam's Family Values. Or a slightly sympathetic schemer, for a more grounded route. But I'll take maniacal seriel killer Connie, too. One moment with her actually got the biggest laugh from me.

Thinking about it, it also borrowed plot elements from the 2003 video game, too. But did those elements better. For the most part.

That's all that's coming to mind right now. Might talk more about it later. I had a good time. I do recommend it. Are there things I'd do differently? Well, yeah. I still want something where the ghosts are the focus. But I guess I'll just provide that myself. And the IDW and SLG comics also give us that.

I look forward to discussing it more with the fandom once the film has been out a while longer. I think there'll be a lot of different opinions on it.

#spoilers #myrr post

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bloompompom · 1 year

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Hiiiiii ok ok, idk if I can submit more than one prompt BUT since you are suffering from writers block…

4, 19, 39; Eren ✨ (Tip! I *feel* like there’s a way to combine these prompts into one, single one shot…but you’re the creative genius. I leave this in your capable hands!) 💖

oooohh, i had fun with this one thank you so much. have to say, you're more of the creative genius for this idea :)

4. Awkward kiss 19. Shy kiss 39. Spin the bottle kiss

content: fluff, underage drinking (high schoolers), brief mention of blood (okay i know that sounds out of pocket but i promise it isn't)

Everyone knew you had a crush on Eren. A big, fat crush that had been painfully obvious since the sixth grade, back when you first transferred schools. There wasn't a doubt in anyone's mind that you'd inevitably end up together, even if you weren't as confident. Your friends would go as far as taking bets on when it'd happen—after that biology project you worked on together, after every homecoming or spring formal. Though you never dared to go as each other's date, always with your gang of friends.

But none of them guessed it would take until your junior year of high school before anything—even the most innocent of kisses—to happen.

As fate would have it, your first kiss happened in the most cliché of ways: during a game of spin the bottle.

Your friend Jean's parents were out of town for the weekend. This left Jean with an empty house and unattended liquor cabinets. There were only two rules that night. The first: whatever you drink, replace with water. Second: don't finish off any bottles. If you finish a bottle, then there would be 'evidence,' as he called it.

You only spectated for the first few rounds of beer pong, cozied up on a beanbag in the basement, trying your best to power through your drink. Jean's parents had an interesting selection of liquors, to say the least. Strong enough that you could taste it no matter how much soda you poured into your solo cup.

You were supposed to have your turn. Any minute now, you told yourself. They said you and Eren could play the winners, but every time Sasha and Connie lost, they only demanded a rematch. It almost seemed like they wanted to lose, challenging Jean and Mikasa, the two most skilled players, again and again. Oh, well. The point of the night was to get drunk, wasn't it?

So it came as no surprise to you when Sasha was drunk enough to round everyone up for a good old-fashioned game of spin the bottle.

"Where did you get that bottle from?" Jean questioned. He was suspicious already as it was clearly one of his parents' empty bottles—where else would she have gotten it from? Jean said the rules at least a dozen times, but Sasha was never one to listen.

"Don't worry, Jean Boy," she teased, poking his nose. "I'll toss it in the dumpster behind the gas station on my walk home tonight."

Jean smacked his hand against his forehead. Figuring out a replacement was a problem for future Jean, he supposed, so he joined the rest of your friends circled around on the shaggy carpet.

You didn't really want to play, but there was no harm in it. Sasha had pulled a bottle out and demanded this of you all before. You only had to kiss her once, then your other friend Armin. Nothing came of it other than a tale you could look back on and laugh.

Still, it made you nervous when Eren sat opposite you. He'd never been one to join the game before.

You knew your feelings for him, and you knew them well, which made it all the more difficult for you when it was his turn. You tried your best not to look at him. You couldn't. You didn't want people to think you were interested in who he'd have to kiss, and you certainly didn't want them to think you were jealous. Because of course you weren't jealous. What reason did you have to be jealous if he had to kiss—

Sasha announced your name. You focused your zoned-out vision and saw the bottle pointed straight at you. You followed up the length of it until you met Eren's eyes, already fastened onto you.

There weren't any oh's and ah's like there had been for previous rounds. Everyone was silent, wide-eyed, and unsure of what to do next. It felt comparable to stumbling upon a timid deer. Do you dare come any closer and risk it darting back into the forest?

Yes, you were the deer, and that was exactly what you wanted to do. It must have been apparent on your face, too, because Eren was quick to jump in.

"Guys, seriously. We're not going to kiss." He laughed it off but not well before looking at you again. "'Cause that would be weird... right?"

"That's not the game!" Connie booed. He threw his empty cup at Eren's head but missed terribly.

Your stomach curled. There it was, as clear as day. Eren thought it would be weird to kiss you. You had to find your voice, though. You couldn't let that shake you.

"No, he's right," you said. Not as confidently as you hoped. It was but a whisper—one that was marked with disappointment.

Even with just those few, measly words, the room shifted.

"N-not because kissing you would be weird," Eren corrected, practically a sputtering ramble. "It's just that, like, you'd be uncomfortable." He ran a hand through his hair. He was growing it out, falling just past his ears and into his eyes. "And I, you know, didn't want you to be uncomfortable. That's all."

It was a back-and-forth, like the game of beer pong you watched earlier. The ball was back in your court; every pair of eyes locked onto you.

"I wouldn't be uncomfortable," you quietly said. You gave a shrug. "It's just a game."

It was painful because everyone—every soul in the room—knew it wasn't just a game. Not for you, at least.

Eren gulped, soft enough that no one but him noticed. "Okay then. Yeah. Just a game."

You scooted toward the center of the circle. Eren followed, stopping once there was no more than a foot between you, just enough to fit the bottle.

There was a lengthy silence. It was filled with bated breath, like everyone's chests were clenched in anticipation. God, leave it to your friends to make this more awkward than it needed to be, let alone pressure Eren into kissing you. You thought agreeing to the kiss would be the easier option, but it was only proving to be humiliating.

Eren leaned into you, shifting his weight into the heel of his palm pressed into the carpet. You watched the green of his eyes near you until you couldn't anymore, with his mouth mere inches from yours. And when he spoke, you felt the heat of his breath, the scent of liquor.

"This okay?" Eren whispered, low enough that only you'd hear it. One last check-in because there was no doubt he heard the thumping in your chest.

You nodded wordlessly.

You let him move closer, your eyes fluttering shut. It'd be strange to keep your eyes open, right? Or was closing your eyes too intimate?

Oh my God, you couldn't bear it for another second. Why was Eren taking so long?

Was he nervous?

Just as you opened your eyes, there was pressure at the back of your head. Before you could distinguish it, your face was shoved into Eren's. It was a collision of noses, smushed lips, and teeth.

Yeah, definitely teeth. It was loud.

Around you, there was a collective, "Connie!"

"What?" Connie, the culprit, exclaimed. "They were takin' too long!"

You pulled away, brows scrunched over your eyes as you checked to see if you chipped a front tooth. You didn't but fuck, you felt it, a sharp throbbing in your gums.

When you glanced up at Eren, he was already staring at you. He appeared just as taken aback by the whole thing, frantically apologizing to you as he brought a hand to your shoulder.

He had no reason to apologize. Surely, he was just as banged up at you. And you were about to tell him just that when he remarked, "You're bleeding."

You held your hand out and saw your fingertips were stained red. You knew you had bumped him hard, but was it really that bad?

"It's fine," you assured, trying to stand. Your ears buzzed with the countless voices scolding Connie under their breaths. 'I don't know what I did wrong,' he drunkenly defended.

Eren stood and offered you a hand. You didn't know what to do but take it, allowing him to pull you to your feet.

"Let me help," he said, his voice still shaky. He looked past you, over to Jean. "Do you have a first-aid kit or something?"

"We have ice packs in the freezer," Jean replied.

Eren's hand was still around yours. You slipped from his grasp before you followed him upstairs.

In the kitchen, you waited silently as Eren searched through the Kirstein's freezer before finding a little blue ice pack. He wrapped it in a paper towel and then turned to you, lowering as he leaned in to inspect your lip.

"I got you good there, huh?" He threw in a feeble chuckle. It didn't last long before he sighed, heavily, like he had been holding onto it for a while. "I'm really, really sorry."

"It's okay, Eren. I promise," you said earnestly. You pressed the ice against your lip, wiping away the blood on the paper towel. "It's not your fault that Connie's an idiot."

Eren chuckled, for real this time. "I can't argue with that."

You smiled back at him, modest and closed-mouthed. You didn't know what to say; you were just looking at each other. Your words were stolen off your tongue the second you realized how close you and Eren were. You felt your pulse again, in your throat this time.

Eren brought a hand to your face. He didn't touch your cheek but closed his hand over yours, lowering it so he could see you—have access to you.

"I guess what I'm trying to say is," he said, slowly drawing it out. His face was now visibly flushed pink, like you hadn't seen before. "I'm sorry that the first time I kissed you was like that."

And before you had the chance to say anything, Eren kissed you then, full on the mouth, like he'd been wanting to for years.

#eren x reader #eren fluff #asks #sorry this became so long #its definitely the three prompts and TOTALLY not my long-windedness #thank you for the ask!!!

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c-atm · 3 months

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A gems djinn: chapter 7

"So..." Connie rubbed her nape bashfully, "If you guys have no reservations...I kind of was hoping to stay here with you." Connie asked Amethyst, Garnet, and Pearl.

Pearl stayed silent at first as she folded her arms. "It's not my choice. I don't live here," she spoke, her voice full of mistrust but a bit of guilt. "It's up to you two." She turned to Amethyst and Garnet.

"Well, if that's the case. The little fusion said, jumping and catching Connie in a glomp. "I say stay, Nini." Garnet smiled up at the Djinn.

"Well, not like we don't have the room or you don't have a room yourself. We can change it to be more than a chest temple," Amethyst stated before joining Garnet in hugging the Djinn. The three friends reunited after centuries.

"They're really close, aren't they?" Steven stated, looking at the three.

"They were old friends, hell, Kahanni...Connie and her parents were basically being crescent gems themselves," Onyx stated with a sad smile, "except for not being gems, but you know being friends and all."

Steven hummed at that before stretching. "Guess we should make our way home then."

"Aww, you don't wanna stay for a bit, Stevie!?" Amethyst asked, rubbing his head like an aunt or a big sister, "Today was a victory for the Crescent gems. We should celebrate."

Pearl hummed, unsure of that as well, thinking that the return of Connie was a bad omen. 'Who sent Kanaraka after Connie's chest, and who even knew about her,' Pearl wondered internally as she rubbed her chin, her black sclera and lightly gray Iris eyes narrowing a bit.

"Well, we can't ignore the fact that those Kanaraka was after Connie's chest," Pearl finally spoke up, her tone still reserved. "We need to be cautious. We don't know who is behind this or what their motives are."

Amethyst and Garnet exchanged glances, understanding the gravity of Pearl's words.

"You're right, Pearl," Amethyst acknowledged. "We can't let our guard down just because of Connie's back. We need to be vigilant and protect her."

Connie pursed her lips in a thin line of annoyance. "Hey now, I'm quite the powerful Djinn, you know? I don't need to be put under house arrest."

"No one was thinking that, Nini." Garnet assured her before turning to Pearl and Amethyst. "Right?"

Amethyst nodded, rubbing the small gem head. "Of course not. Though, Ni' here been out of commission for the better part of a millennia. She needs to accumulate to this new world."

Onyx looked at Pearl, who gave a curt nod before facing away and seeing a slight hidden sneer on her face. She sighed, knowing her old friend well enough that she could see what was going through Pearl's mind.

'Of course, she would be suspicious.' Onyx rubbed her eyes, only feeling the conversation that Pearl would want to have with her over Kahanni... Connie's return and Steven's new role as her 'lamp'.

Onyx looked over at the Djinn and how she was sitting down with crossed legs as Garnet, Amethyst, and Steven spoke with her, explaining what a tablet was seeing the Djinn's eyes widened in amazement. It was difficult to see anything more than a curious nineteen-year-old girl.

'Definitely hard to see her as an envoy for the Arcana.' Onyx thought as Pearl tapped her shoulder, getting her attention.

"Can I talk to you?"

Onyx pursed her lips, humming in slight discomfort. Pearl's tact could still use work after all these years.

Onyx nodded before turning to the four younger residents. "Steven, gonna speak with Pearl a bit before going. Be ready by the time I'm back."

"Come on, Ma. I'm Eighteen, you can trust -"

"Not today I can... remember, your new bond is still very unstable, and the increase need to be with Connie it brings," Onyx reminded her son, causing Steven to blush a bit. "Besides, school starts back in a couple of days. Take the time to relax and study a bit during your last days of spring break."

"Mom, I'm fine, and I-"

"Study!?" Connie called with a smile as she changed into a blue wisp and floated from Amethyst and Garnet to appear behind Steven, hugging his neck gently as she hovered behind him, "Studying what?" She asked, an excitable and ravenous look in her eyes.

"You ok?" Steven questioned, chuckling a bit at the Djinn's excitement

"I love learning new things!" Connie all but bounced in mid-air, "I've been dead for so long, and despite our bond giving me enough knowledge to operate socially, I still want to learn about this new modern world."

"Maybe I should let you go to class in my place then." Steven joked with a laugh while Connie's eyes widened at the thought, a look of excitement on her face.

"I can do that!" Connie nodded, " I can shapeshift into you and go in your place."

"Wait, can you do that?"

" I'm a Djinn, I'm magic! That ain't nothing!" Connie smiled.

"I'll never miss a day again," Steven whispered in shock.

"You can up your Crescent gem training while Connie goes to class in your place," Garnet added excitedly.

Amethyst smirked, saying nothing as she rubbed her chin in thought. "I mean.. that's not a bad idea... Would definitely help you get more use to the magic side of the world if you had a few more field missions and excursions."

"Hey, no. Don't even think about it, Steven," Onyx chuckled, her heart warming at the sight of their antics. "Don't renege on our deal now, Nero," Onyx reminded her son using his middle name.

"You do remember our deal, right?"

"Yes, mom." Steven sighed, "Have to balance normal life and magic life."

"and." Onyx urged her son, who muttered the next part, "I can't hear you."

"gotta maintain at least a B average in school."

"right and you can't maintain that if Connie goes for you." Onyx gently reprimanded him. "Besides, wouldn't you want to impress her with your knowledge and dedication."

"I guess that's true."

"Awww!" Connie moaned disappointed, pouting a bit, "How am I supposed to learn about this new world?"

"Same as you always did. Exploration and discovery, sure Garnet and Amethyst would love to show you around." Ony smirked as the two gems nodded

"Me too," Steven announced, squeezing the Djinn's hand.

Connie giggled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Fine, fine," she said, releasing her hold on Steven. "I'll let you have your precious school days. But you better teach me everything you learn!"

"Deal!" Steven exclaimed, a broad smile spreading across his face.

"Just don't forget your studies," Onyx reminded him again, "last semester or not, you can't just jump to being Connie's full-time tutor."

"Aw, come on, Mom," Steven protested. "It'll be fun! And Connie's really smart. Sure, she could teach me a lot as well, and we could teach each other a lot."

"I'm sure she could, and you two will." Onyx agreed with a nod. "But that's not the point. Connie needs to learn how to live in this world without relying on you." Onyx relented a bit. "and you both gotta learn to live with your new pact you two are in, making sure you balance your individuality and independence while nurturing your bond naturally." She reminded the two.

"We know." Steven and Connie spoke simultaneously before looking at each other.

"You're doing it again."

"Me, you're talking when I'm talking."

"See!"

Steven and Connie glared at each other before their eyes narrowed, chuckling and giggling, respectively.

As they continued to chat and laugh, Onyx smiled at the sight of her son and his newfound companion. Despite the lingering concerns about Connie's return, she felt a sense of hope and optimism.

She turned her attention to Pearl, who was waiting patiently by the door. "Let's go."

As they stepped outside, the sky was ablaze with a thousand stars. The air was crisp and cold, a welcome respite from the warmth of the house.

"Pearl," Onyx began, "I know you have your doubts about Connie's return. But she's changed, Pearl. She's not the same naive girl she was centuries ago."

Pearl remained silent, her arms crossed tightly over her chest.

"I understand that you're worried about Steven," Onyx continued. "But we need to trust that he knows what he's doing. He's not a child anymore. He's growing into a young man, and he's quite capable as he showed today and time again and again." Onyx proudly stated.

"but"

Pearl's lips parted slightly, but she said nothing.

"We can't keep him sheltered forever," Onyx said. "He needs to experience the world and make his own decisions. And he's doing so in a fantastic way. Today events alone are a testament to that."

"You mean when he all but chewed us out."

"He was going to attack me while we were in the room. After seeing me 'kill' Connie." Onyx told Pearl, rubbing her, "he has definitely harnessed his power as Connie's lamp."

Pearl's gaze softened slightly. "I suppose you're right," she said. "But I still have my reservations."

"I know," Onyx said. "But I think we need to give Connie a chance. She deserves it."

Pearl nodded slowly. "Very well," she said. "But I'll be keeping a close eye on her."

Onyx smiled. "As expected from Gracia Forest's Black Shogun."

Peael let a small snicker, "The old epitaph, trying to butter me up?"

"Just a bit." Onyx teased as They walked in silence for a few moments before Pearl spoke again.

"So," she said. "What's the plan, we can't ignore the fact that Kanaraka was after Connie's chest," Pearl spoke up, her tone still reserved. "We need to be cautious. We don't know who is behind this or what their motives are.

"That's true," Onyx said. "We need to start searching some of our channels, maybe their loose lips that are willing to spill some information."

"agreed I'll put out some feelers," Pearl said. "but we need to be careful. I doubt it was the Kanaraka plan. "

"Right, they are usually the odd-jobbers of the magic community," Onyx said. "Someone knew about Connie's chest and sent someone to get it. We should assume they knew about Connie and the Djinn as well."

Pearl nodded, "I hope this doesn't turn out to be something world-changing."

Onyx's mind raced, considering the implications of Pearl's words. She hated the thought but the Kanaraka's presence could very well be a sign of an advent, of something momentous that would affect not only her son and Connie (while paramount in her mind), but so too was the well-being of the entire magical community.

'I hope I'm being paranoid.' Onyx thought as they headed back to the beach house, hearing the joyful commotion as they opened the door.

Meanwhile, on a city street a ways from the beach house, A Kanaraka was struggling to get away from her attacker. Stumbling into an alley and leaning on a green wall. Their body littered with burns as they heard footsteps coming.

"STOP!" They pleaded as saw their attacker, "Let me leave, I Finder, beseech you!" the Kanaraka pleaded.

"Hmm? Finder what are you looking for in my city. And why do you smell of magic, not of earth?"

"I...that Is to say..."

"You were fighting those aliens weren't you, that how you got those cuts and whip marks to think I'd be cleaning up after them."

"I....we were sent to capture the half-breed!"

The attacker let free an animalistic snarl as her eyes glowed, her silhouette cast by the evening dimming black sun changed as something sprouted behind her.

" no...You're a..."

The Kanaraka's words turned to screams as a bright orange consumed them, leaving no blood, no bone, no ash.

"Hmm... what have you got wrapped in, Nero?" The attacker spoke in a gentle concern to herself.

"Seem you've finished up." A man who looked 21 spoke from behind her, a staff in his hand. "come on, let's go home...We got school in a couple of days, treetop."

The woman hummed before leaping towards the man her body bursting into flames as she turned to a fox sitting on his shoulder and licking his cheek.

At the click of his staff, the colors of the world return to normal, Gray graffiti walls and a reddish setting sun.

no normal humans the wiser as the duo made their way home, preparing for the next day.

#connie maheswaran #steven universe #connverse #steven universe future #older connie #steven and connie #older steven #djinn connie #a gem's djinn.#new chapter

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pokemoncryptids · 2 months

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[You have been transferred 5000 Pokédollars]

Psychic readings, huh? I suppose I should try it at least once in my life.

...Just me though. Leave Thea out of it

~Connie @lovenpeace-pkmn

Thanks for the Poke. I can afford some decent food tonight because of this.

I can tell you're quite skeptical of this. I can assure you I'm not trying to con you. Simply trying to live.

You're hard to get a good read on. You keep things close to yourself, hidden away from even me. Especailly things that could burden others. You still fear being a burden- don't you?

You're kind sure, thats easy to say, but you're kind in spite of what has happened to you, not because of it. Many others would've turned bitter, turned their backs against the world if they were forced to fill the roles you were. But you stayed kind, in a way that is more powerful than before. Bright in the way that doesn't falter, doesn't dim for another brighter star.

I don't see anything dark and dramatic in your future. Life isn't always easy for you, but there are no monsters to slay, no people to save, you just keep on going, through the ups and downs.

#//sorry if this is inaccurate i tried my best dfjncjkn #delta ?#irl pokemon #pkmn blog #pkmn irl #irl pkmn #pokeblogging #pokeblog rp #pokemedia #pokemon irl #pkmn rp #delta's psychic readings #rotumblr #rotomblr

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itsmymeaningoflife · 10 months

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If you're still interested in answers to your twd shipping post, I just finished the series :D Feel free to ignore, this got really long.

(And just a heads up, any time I say "Daryl is..." I mean that I hc him that way. Just so it doesn't come across that I'm arguing that anything I say is canon or not. xD)

I'm a donnie/conyl shipper and I am totally pleased with the state of Daryl's relationships by the end. Daryl is someone who takes his time comfortably letting people into his heart. The pace he and Connie are moving felt good to me! While the self-indulgent part of me would have loved more for them (at least Connie also seeing him off or slightly more physical affection), I didn't need a fully established relationship between them yet. I see it as something that is there, but still blossoming as they're also navigating their way through own personal paths in life.

It took 10+ years for him to tell Carol he loved her and she is an extremely important person to him. I don't think it's weird if he and Connie aren't quite there yet.

That, and I personally hc Daryl as not a very romantic person in general. I don't think he's going to be super mushy or deep kiss in public. He's not one to long for candle lit dinners or walks on the beach, ahaha. This also goes had in hand with my hc that's there's some gray romantic/sexual or demi romantic/sexual thing going on with Daryl. I hc the way he feels, expresses, and engages with people relationship-wise is pretty different from mainstream folks.

(So when I'm in the mood, I literally feel comfortable hc'ing that he and Connie ARE together in the epilogue scene and they just didn't express their reunion with any big grand gesture because they draw most of their joy from casual physical affection and simply being around each other.)

The other complicated half of the answer is that I also see Daryl and Carol as sort of... platonic life partners? So to me, they kind of ARE together, just not in the traditional romantic and/or sexual way? Whereas I enjoy Daryl and Connie having a bit more of that romantic interest in each other.

And as someone who connects very strongly to deep, intimate, polyamorous/non-monogamous relationships, I have no problem shipping Carol with Ezekiel romantically, Daryl with Connie romantically, and then Daryl and Carol in an equally important but different dynamic relationship that includes this true, deep, powerful platonic love.

And media almost never gives us relationships like Daryl and Carol that are platonic, so I just adore them that way. It's so satisfying for me seeing a man and a woman so close who aren't romantically involved. I LOVE PLATONIC 'I LOVE YOU'S THEY MAKE ME SO HAPPY.

TWD often comments on not being restricted by how the old world expected life to work, and I think that can go for relationships too. The dynamic that Daryl and Connie and Carol and whoever else have don't have to fall in neat little boxes they way society used to dictate. I love it being fluid and open and comfortable without a need for jealousy or labels.

And this is only the tip of the iceberg for me when it comes to talking about these guys, but I'm trying to keep it concise as possible. xD

So, I think your post was asking about what less ideal state shippers prefer, but personally, I don't feel I like lost anything. Who knows what's to come with the spin off, but as of the twd finale right now, I don't feel like they ditched or abandoned Daryl and Connie and I wouldn't give up Daryl and Carol's friendship for the WORLD. They're both super important to me. :D

And I left behind ship wars back when I was 13, so no matter what does happen in the new spin-off, I'm going to be in my happy little twd bubble off to the side shipping these characters in the way that brings me the most joy.

While I’m not really engaging with this part of the fandom (‘shipping wars’) anymore since the show has ended, I think that this is a really interesting take and I’m very grateful you took the time in writing out this ask, thank you.

You make some very interesting points. The one thing I absolutely agree on is the asexual Daryl hc. I’ve always been a big big big supporter of asexual Daryl.

I’m glad you’ve watvhed this show tho, and I’m glad that you, a donnie shipper, can also appreciate the profoundly deep connection between Daryl and Carol. A lot (not all, but a good chunk) of donnie shippers like to diminish their bond in favour of their ship. So thank you for that.

But one thing I will have to “call you out” on (I’m sorry for the phrasing I really don’t mean it in a harsh way hahah) is the “Daryl isnt one to long for candle lit dinners” line… because this

is a very treasured moment in the Caryl fandom. Daryl being the only person Carol let in (both physically and emotionally) after she pulled away from the group, and Daryl asking “if [he] has to be a king to get some food around here” is such a beautiful scene.

That and in s11 he asks Carol to meet him for lunch, and when Carol suggests the diner, he tells her “it’s a date” … so like… he does, and has been involved in asking people (Carol) on dinner dates

I will post this ask as I think people will want to see this take and maybe chime in on some points better than I can.

To anyone replying to this person- be kind and be respectful. I’ll be monitoring comments and anyone being hateful will be removed. It will not be tolerated. People can have opposing opinions and still have respectful discussions about it.

#caryl #twd

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ninjadeathblade · 3 months

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Moulin Rouge Discotrain AU (part fourty one)

Summary: Now that they're together, Conductor and Grooves are slowly settling in with their love for one another. Both have strong feelings for one another but don't always know how to express it.

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Warnings: None

Word count: 585

Author's notes: Sorry for the long break, I've been working on Febuwhump. Anyway, here's another part for the AU.

Conductor yawned and scrubbed a hand across his face, trying to stay awake as he flicked through different possible poster options.

There were obvious options, such as featuring the entire main cast or ones that were simply him and Grooves as Satine and Christian.

Either way, the photo shoots were set for tomorrow as both a making-of and for advertising.

A pair of flippers landed on his shoulders. “You shouldn't be up still. It's late.”

Conductor shifted one hand to hold the flipper on his opposite shoulder, using the other hand to continue sorting through papers. “Five more minutes.”

Grooves sighed behind him, resting his chin atop the owl's head. “That's what you said half an hour ago, angel.”

Conductor paused, hands stilling over the papers. “Has it been that long?”

“I wasn't going to let you work yourself to death so I finished my book, which took half an hour, and then decided that maybe some handsome owl I know might want to not tire himself out,” Grooves replied with a huff.

Conductor clicked off the light at the table, standing and stretching. “Sure am lucky I've got such a pretty penguin lookin’ out for me.”

Grooves smiled softly, blue eyes creasing slightly behind his plainer glasses.

Conductor swallowed back a yawn before continuing. “Besides, I'm not that tired.”

Grooves rolled his eyes, shaking his head slightly as he started to walk to his room. “You are just so intent on keeping your image sometimes, Conductor.”

“Says DJ Grooves,” Conductor retorted, quickly following his partner.

Both birds changed out of their day clothes before laying down in the bed, Conductor staring up at the ceiling fan.

“Grooves?”

The penguin shifted beside him. “You're meant to be sleeping, diamond.”

“Grooves, would yer still love me if I were a worm?”

The owl rolled onto his side, trying not to laugh at his boyfriend's unamused look. “Peck, Connie, can't this wait until the morning?”

The owl let out a mock gasp. “Are you sayin’ you wouldn't love me if I were a worm?”

Grooves let out a put-upon sigh before answering. “Yes, I would love you if you were a worm, although I don't even know how you're old-fashioned brain knows about that trend. Now can we please get some sleep.”

“Alright. Night sweetheart.”

“Night angel.”

Conductor couldn't fall asleep though, despite his exhaustion.

There was something off, he couldn't tell what it was.

But the flames inside of him somehow both felt weaker and stronger than ever.

“It's nothing, you're fine,” Conductor whispered to himself in the near silence.

But he couldn't shake the feeling that it was something, that he wasn't fine, that something was going to go wrong now he was allowing himself more freedom with his power.

What if he accidentally started a fire?

What if he got the urge to step into flames?

What if he burnt someone?

What if he hurt Grooves-

The owl flinched away from the penguin as his partner shifted closer.

With a dejected sigh, he slipped out of the bed, walking into the living room and curling up on the sofa.

He wasn't going to let Grooves get hurt, he'd already done who knows how much to the penguin's self image.

All those years of berating, of belittling the person he now valued the most.

Something twisted in his chest and his temperature flared.

Conductor clamped down on his thoughts and feelings.

He could do that much.

He could spare Grooves the danger of being burned.

#ahit #a hat in time #ahit au #ahit conductor #the conductor #discotrain #ahit dj grooves #ahit moulin rouge au #dj grooves #moulin rouge discotrain au

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sporadicarbitergardener · 8 months

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October 3, 2023

Lil Feleta.

One thing about family it changes as life goes on, one thing about loyalty you never let a new bitch bring ya baby momma's name into shit.

Also when you fucking with someone you allow them to vent into you. Without ever giving up there past or life or even blood history because at the end of the day last names holds alot of stories that alot of peopled don't realize we are all victims of abuse as life goes on. Right now America is going through times of welcoming new people into our Native Lands and jobs are hard to find right now because even on open WIFI network you don't have security to put your social security number on the web also never let your baby daddy ask for your child's social security over the phone because then the recordings are used with another female that wants to play "momma:. When the reality is alot of women use men to gain power when power is within yourself because economics are becoming very hard as well because of debt and over taxation on the working class as well.

People of even the past will even bringing up old secrets between friends to throw the mother of a child into a prison because a baby daddy will do jail talk and now its the time of the dwelling because friends turn into enemies' and replicate the past back into the future.

Now I am looked at wrong because even my child's father was snitching the entire time in prison not understadning everything you say in jail comes back out into the streets and well the DA likes to do a "charge" all because a babys father wanted to bring a double barral rifle shotgun around her at 8 months old. It got tossed away from my child into the hands of Tyler Vincent out of 407 Hawthorne, Abbeville . La because at the time he was 19 and his family was being nosey because we wanted to move and his family was getting mad because we wanted privacy back in the day from mental anguish and lies. His grandparents use to taunt him and ......... because they like making people feel less of themselves by judging every woman that goes into that family because in their eyes " No woman" will ever be good enough for any of the sons because of the way they speak. Even like bringing up a name of the mother of my child's father . Jessica Hebert and taunt about her past as well when the DA forced her to get married at 14 because they manipulated her into marrying into more mental abuse than she had to go through before . She went through a break up in early 2002 and Connie Vincent and Tommy Vincent played like they cared about Jessica hebert after she was hurt and left and also judged as a bad mother because she had 2 children before the age of 15 . Even getting to know her over the years and also even when her son was locked up she always checked on me and made sure I was safe because she saw me as a "daughter" she never had real family.Everyone in her family even always told her no to coming home because she was always judged by her past as well. She made mistakes but the only time her children ever call her is when they want something as well.

Love is easy , letting go of the past is as well. Screenshots will never prove anything because a voice is a bigger statement than what any "RIco Story or even a past can tell".

If you and your baby daddy split up and your a baby momma. Let him have peace in his life without using his children to hurt him. Women will always be looked at as evil because they use diagnoses and even lies from people with degrees to say if a human beings statement is true. Everyone feels owed some thing . People will look you in the face and even smile and say sorry and will act like its womans fault of rape.

A womans job is to embrace a mans pain and not respond but study how your man reacts. Each man is different. As long as a man comes home to you everyday you have no reason to be jealousy. Its crazy when a "woman" or "female" gets jelouse over a man's child's mother especially because they want "Mental Restitution". I want alot of things. RIght now I am trusting the wisdom I have seen in my life and leaving it all be because at the end of the day you be suprised what a person can do behind a keyboard. Always being told " You need medicine." No wrong people need to wake up. Women watch your old man or boyfriends or even husband because right now its "Whore season, you owe me something bs." Don't mean to speak of it like that but it is truth. Screen shots will never prove shit because at the end of the day you need a written statement . Going around someone and recording them while they speak is werid also while playing "Oh my God." Sex trafficking is when a man takes adavantage of a women for her weakness and uses her it actually does matter when there's a difference in size of a person's height for intimidation.

Vibes tell a bigger story than anyone else. There is a God above watching because when a baby daddy brings shit to court the judge will open up alot of shit to bring up a past and even use it against a mother because state of Louisiana looks at mothers as it will always be our fault. No some mothers want to give the father of their child a chance but if a child says no to going visit there father they shouldn't have to. Healthy relationships are from within. You never take advantage of a child's voice. I spoke up Dec 24, 2012 , September 16, 2014 and also two other dates.

State of Louisiana drops the charges to give them a chance to be able to fix a mistake they made and sometimes as you grow older into maturity even as a woman at 24 years old learn the hard way that no matter what you do as a woman its your job to watch your own back because when the glue of the family dies . Your own blood will even share your information trying to deem you as something your not and alot of times women will always be hated because its easy to place a man in Jail over "False" and coached statements.

The mother's of a child should be allowed to meat the other parents spouse marriage or not because its respect. You don't take advantaged of you baby mothers kindness to "build" something when you had another girl the whole time.

If I was to go to court I would break a girls heart bad because the truth hurts about shit. At the end of the day a promise is a promise. Some females need to learn that "Oh I want you ." "Oh I love you." is lies real love is always having the other parents back even after they crossed you wrong even after they played in your face and they bring shit around you around your child. Louisiana loves looking back into old DCFS statements but alot of times Children are even coached by their own mothers to speak lies on people because of hatred either towards the woman they are with, or even past family's history's.

Women are all beautiful all shapes and sizes. Being small is beautiful as well hatred and jealousy is taught by behavior and also by even genetics sometimes. You have the power to take control of your mind. Nothing wrong with being open minded because this is my 4rth time in life with tribulations and now even as a woman it will never be your fault you were raped.

Women play victim alot . By truth when I was abducted from Transcontintal 06/06-07/2023 it was either be raped or killed.

Rape is rape no matter what form , shape or matter. Girls are overdramatic and extra sometimes . Sometimes instead of taking medication and letting everyone say that " your crazy" "your Evil' "You have no rights. Women have more rights than we think alot of times its hard to prove our worth when we allow someone to have mental control or even access to the mindframe , Love is unconditional , forgiving and letting go.

Sometimes its better to let it out on a screen as anonymous than to ever pour it into a man.

By truth men are more emotional than women because pride takes longer to build but just as easy to break as trust.

Women have pride as well. You keep that pride to yourself.

#louisiana #Womensrights #Music #Love #Power #womenempowerment #Nomorechildsupport #Love #Peace #Harmony #Kindness #Sun #moon #love

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Okay, so, I'm a bit shy in asking this as I'm a huge fan of your story and I fear you'll miss this anyway, but sod it, I'm too eager: In the Dark Timeline, Hanji has a really powerful, emotional reaction to Optimus' capture. Like, super powerful. I keep imagining that it's her feelings for him, ignored as they are, coming to a head, as Optimus is easily the closest person to Hanji's heart in your story. Part of me hopes they had a emotional moment together once they got him back. What say you?

Previous episode of the Dark Timeline

Thank you for your ask, and I do read through them. Sometimes it just takes time for me to answer them.

But Hanji! It's not just losing Optimus that really affects her. It's the fact that she believes that she failed as Commander and she's just angry.

Because hearing about Shockwave when he was first brought up has genuinely put some fear in her. Not thrill. Fear. The biggest indicator being that Megatron is off put by the guy he actually hired for his cause. The apparent justification being 'it was better to have him on my side than against me.' And Optimus wasn't going to employ him because his experiments were unethical. Shockwave was...terrifying. Just by hearing about him from word of mouth. And it really sounds like Megatron recruiting him was a way to control him.

Hanji does try to lead when they do arrive in Marley to find the War Hammer Titan. She really does. It's just not easy because this is definitely something that's out of her element. She doesn't know the terrain like Megatron and Magath do, since they argue about where the hell they are supposed to go next. She tries to keep the Survey Corps level-headed when it comes to the 104th and the Warriors, which is somewhat working. There seemed to be a change in demeanor after they all saw Liberio. And Hanji couldn't even enjoy the outside world anymore. The safest place to be at the moment was on the island.

But she still tries. Tries to keep the morale up. Tries to find a solution. Tries...everything. She just hopes it's enough. But it wasn't. When they finally do see Shockwave and battle against him, the 3D gear improvements aren't enough. The Survey Corps are dropping like flies. Hanji almost feels her heart rip out of her chest as she hears Sasha screaming for Connie, but there's no time to mourn. She has to dodge every attack coming her way. She has to avoid getting devoured. And then...Optimus is in the Predacon's claws. Being taken away. No. No! NO! What do they do?! What could she do?! She already lost so many because of her incompetency! They had to-.

"Fall back," Megatron ordered.

Hanji stared at Megatron in horror. Was he insane? "What?"

"Did. I. Stutter. FALL BACK!" Megatron roared as he turned to them.

"You don't give the fucking orders!" Hanji screamed at him, "We're getting Optimus!"

And Hanji's ready to fly back in. No! She wasn't going to lose him! She wasn't going to lose him too! Hanji's ready to pull the trigger on her gear, but someone tackles her and drags her away. Hanji is mortified to see that it's Levi. Levi was listening to Megatron's orders. He followed the orders of someone he hated and was leaving Optimus behind. Hanji is now kicking and screaming at the top of her lungs, trying so hard to get out of Levi's grip to get to Optimus. She's screaming Optimus' name with tears down her face, and it makes her feel worse when everyone else is following Megatron's order.

When they get on the boat to retreat to the island, Hanji is screaming in fury at Levi, throwing every insult and slur that she could. When they got back to the island, Hanji shoves Levi out the way and immediately tries to get to work. Ripping off her 3D gear to make adjustments and try to fix. They needed to find a way to get Optimus back and they needed to do it now. She's drowning everything out.

Megatron comes to her, and Hanji is ready to insult the fucker, but Megatron is asking for her help because Zeke tampered with the wine and infected the military and they need to contain him. Hanji relents and tells him about raw energon being effective in slowing down regeneration and aids him in getting the syringe for it. She wants so bad for punishing Zeke to make her feel better. If Zeke had told them in the first place what was going on, then Optimus would still be here. And he wasn't. But seeing Zeke get what he deserved didn't change the fact that Optimus was gone.

Hanji shuts herself off after that. The more time passes, the more hope Hanji begins to lose. She's trying so hard to remake and remodel the 3D gear to improve it. She only interacts with people to discuss the model, have them use it, and then immediately make adjustments of her own. Hanji notices that Megatron has practically taken over Survey Corps command, the Military is begging for Megatron's help and guidance, and Levi is following his orders. It makes her sick and resentful. She can't sleep. Any time she tries, she's plagued by nightmares about Shockwave and his army, and that feeling of dread at seeing Optimus taken away.

Levi does try to talk to her and check in on her, make sure that she's taking care of herself. But Hanji looks so dead to the world that none of his old methods work, and Levi himself feels just as guilty for abandoning Optimus, but he can't show it. Hanji immediately shuts Levi out and tells him to leave her alone and go follow Megatron's orders like a fucking dog. Hanji is just so angry that she isn't even realizing what she's saying or who's she's hurting. Hanji tries going into her office the next day after getting something to eat, but...the door is locked. She tries to pry it open, but it's almost like it's welded shut.

"I never thought I would see an emotion other than anger and contempt out of Levi." Megatron made himself known in holoform, "But you've managed to make him feel sorrow. I don't know if I should applaud you, or be annoyed by you."

Hanji realizes that Megatron locked the door and demands he open it. But Megatron's not going to let her. Not until she actually takes the day off. Hanji refuses. Megatron's not relenting. And Hanji is just unleashing more of her anger at him. Maybe if he had gotten Optimus back in the first place instead of running like a coward, they wouldn't be in this mess. She thought that the whole point of Megatron staying here in the first place was to make things right with Optimus, but you leave him for dead instead?! What the fuck is wrong with you?! What was this even about?! Did you want control of the island?! Was this some long convoluted plan to regain power and that he was secretly working with Shockwave?! She thought that Megatron was some powerful fighter who bowed to no one, but he was just a coward like the rest of them!

Megatron slammed his fist in the wall, leaving a noticeable dent in it. Hanji feels cautious, but surprisingly Megatron controls his anger. And tells her that Optimus' last order to him was to protect them. Protect the humans. Protect the island. Protect the Survey Corps. Protect her. That was Optimus' last order to him before he got captured, because Optimus was too sacrificial for his own damn good. Megatron felt horrible for leaving Optimus behind, but if they didn't Shockwave would've hunted them all down and killed them all. Everyone would have died if they went back for Optimus.

And Megatron gets that Hanji cares deeply for Optimus. He wasn't blind to that, but he's sick and tired of Hanji believing that she is the only one who care about him. Everyone does! But she kept drowning herself in her science that she hasn't been able to see how this situation is affecting everyone! Megatron has to deal with everyone else's feelings and be a support! And he doesn't fucking want to, but he has to! Megatron tells Hanji that he needs her alive. Because she is the only one who can fix the 3D gear right now and give the Survey Corps a fight chance against Shockwave. But he can't have her acting like a recluse fucking bitch the entire damn time. Megatron shoves her down the hall and orders her to rest and recover. If she doesn't, she's not allowed to do her research.

Hanji spits out a 'fuck you' before leaving. And without her closing herself off, she sees the actual chaos around her after the rescue. The fighting, arguing, the fear everyone is feeling. Resentent, hatred, sadness, everyone was just afraid. And it's too much. It's too loud. She needed to go somewhere where it felt safe and quiet. She needed an old friend, and...she wasn't sure if Levi wanted to talk to her. Now that her head was clear, she realized that she's been treating him like shit. Oh god, she's been such a bitch.

She needed to see a familiar face, so she takes a horse and goes to Erwin's home. She knocks on his door, Erwin opens it, and just sees Hanji's state and immediately brings her inside.

"I heard about what happened," Erwin remarked.

"Yep," Hanji shrugged as tears filled her eyes, "I fucked up, Erwin."

And they just sit and talk. Erwin gets those gritty details not mentioned in the papers and feels terrible for Hanji as she's trying to explain and drown her sorrows with whiskey. She's complaining about how Megatron has practically hijacked the Survey Corps and is leading them while Levi is following his fucking command. Levi?! Following Megatron?! And Megatron defending humanity?! It's almost laughable! And it's fucking distressing! And it makes her feel like shit! Because she tried so hard to do the right thing, but everything when to shit under her command! Half of the Survey Corps were gone and Optimus got captured because she couldn't lead! And Megatron was somehow able to pick up the pieces when she couldn't! She failed! And now Optimus, the only one who had the actual patience and kindness to deal with her, the only one who looked at her like she was someone special and brilliant, the only one who didn't look at her like she was a freak, was going to die because of her! She cared too much about him to lose him but she failed him!

Hanji hunched over and covered the back of her neck with her hands. "Erwin, you were wrong to choose me as your successor."

Erwin...takes this all in. This isn't easy to digest. He hadn't heard back from Megatron in months considering the plan they initially had. And Erwin only found out about what happened with Megatron through the paper. Nile was extremely busy, and Kenny left once he realized their plan was over. Erwin was all alone again. This was so much worse than he imagined. Erwin takes a deep breath, releases, and tells her to keep on trying. No matter what. Yes it sucks. It hurts. This won't be her first failure as Commander, and being a member of the Survey Corps is always going to mean loss. But if she gave up now, then all the people who gave their lives trying for a better world would have been for nothing.

"Hanji, I was selfish in my endeavor as Commander," Erwin explained, "But you were always honest and truthful. You embody the emblem of the Survey Corps, and I don't regret choosing you as my successor."

Hanji sleeps at Erwin's place and takes in those words. She stares at her Survey Corps pancho, the emblem staring her in the face, and she knew that she needed to be better, and honor what it meant to be a member of the Survey Corps. She wasn't going to let their sacrifices be in vain, especially not Optimus', since he provided a distraction to save thousands of lives. She was going to fight.

Hanji goes back in two days, which was surprising given the circumstances, but Erwin didn't mind housing her and helping her get her head on straight. Megatron is there when she arrives, makes a snide remark, and Hanji tells him to shut up before snatching the key to her office from his hand and opening the door to work. But she's not as closed off as before. She does ask Megatron to be kept into the loop about certain meetings and updates on island politics. She's talking with the Survey Corps again, and is advising the Warrior Cadet to try and learn the 3D gear so they could have an extra weapon going up against Shockwave incase their titan powers failed. Hanji and Levi...are still strained. They haven't...really talked to each other. Neither of them knowing what to say.

Arcee and Wheeljack arriving is a turning point. And it's one of hope. Sure things were tense when they first arrived, but they were helping. They provided manpower, and Wheeljack was someone who also dabbled in science and engineering. Wheeljack making the off-handed comment about improving the 3D gear sparked something in her she long thought dead, and demanded that the two work together to improve the device. The Survey Corps and Megatron see that reignite passion in Hanji's eyes, and when Wheeljack and Hanji finally make those improvements that Hanji has been so desperately trying to figure out, the sheer joy that Hanji felt was infectious.

But then Wheeljack says that Shockwave's ship is on their radar. The Survey Corps want to go and help, but Megatron tells them that they need to get their fast before they somehow lose the signal. If there was the slightest chance that Optimus was alive, they needed to take it now! Megatron brings Eren along because of a pact the two made, and the Survey Corps and Warriors could only listen in through the comm. link system on the neutral ship. They can hear the shouting, the arguing, the fighting, someone is crying, and they are all just holding their breath in anticipation, and Wheeljack says those words. "We got him! Let's go!"

The Survey Corps head south. They don't know where they are going to land, but it's a gamble. Sasha manages to guide them, and Hanji nearly burst into tears at the sight of Eren holding a wounded, but alive Optimus. And a weight felt like it got lifted off of her shoulders as she hugged him. The relief and joy she felt...only to be met with more dread as Optimus passed out from his wounds, with a warning about dark energon and the Porco Galliard. Megatron is able to explain that Shockwave has a Cortical Psychic Patch, meaning that he had access to all of Optimus' memories since coming to this world. On top of the fast that Shockwave might have dark energon in his possession. And Optimus' condition is really touch and go, considering Arcee, Wheeljack, and Megatron were not medical professionals.

They all take shifts watching Optimus, and it breaks Hanji's heart to see someone she so deeply cares about in such a state. It felt like she failed all over again. She felt powerless to do a thing. Damn, this sucked. She sees Levi sitting next to her, telling her that they need to switch in the rotation. Hanji doesn't get up though. She wants to say something to Levi, but she just couldn't find the words.

"Levi....I-,"

"I'm sorry, Hanji," Levi cut her off.

Hanji shook her head. "What? No, Levi. I've been such a bitch to you."

"...I've been scared," Levi confessed, "This whole Shockwave situation has been making me feel afraid for you and..." Levi swallowed, "Everyone else. When everything went to shit that day, and Megatron looked just as terrified as the rest of us, it just reminded me about Erwin. I knew we had to cut our losses, and I knew I had to stop you because you would've gone after Optimus and gotten yourself killed. I don't regret that decision; it saved lived. I just didn't mean to hurt you in the process."

And now Hanji just feels worse. Levi made a call and Hanji acted like a child about it, when Levi was just as scared as the rest of them. She hugs him and apologizes profusely. She apologizes for being a terrible leader and friend. She apologizes for being selfish and not seeing the bigger picture. She hopes that she can be forgiven, but Levi doesn't say another words and just hugs her back. He does make a comment about her smelling like shit, and it gets a laugh out of Hanji.

Hanji does apologize to Megatron for how she acted and thanks him for taking command when she failed. Megatron tries to justify that it was all for Optimus, but Hanji calls him out on that saying it was bullshit. She hopes that she can make it up to him, and Megatron tells her that she really didn't do anything wrong. He's had worse spirals of madness as leader of the Decepticons, which is why he didn't want to be in a leadership position again. She was pretty tame. She didn't kill anyone in the process.

"Wow, the shitty person of the year still goes to you," Hanji smirked at him, earning an eye roll from the former warlord.

They do decide to work together from now on and make a better effort to not try and be at each other's throats.

When Optimus wakes up and explains the situation to them, Hanji and Optimus do have a conversation in private about how to proceed next. And Hanji explains to Optimus just how shitty she's been, cause she still feels guilty about it. Because she was so distraught when Optimus got capture and Optimus is so important to her, it just affected her decision making and made her look like the asshole. She tries to apologize some more, but Optimus just tells her that he's glad his decision ultimately saved the lives of the humans they were trying to protect. He's glad that not all of the Survey Corps perished and that they are still trying. That's more than enough for himself. Hanji cries and hugs his face.

Although now everyone's kind of protective of Optimus and telling him not to push himself so hard. Hanji actually bribes the Warrior Cadets with more food if they can keep Optimus distracted, because Optimus is growing pretty fond of them.

(Well that was long.)

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