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levitiquee · 7 months

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I'll follow. (Levi x reader)

"Holy sh-" A curse escaped you when the figure in the hallway caught your eye, jumping on your feet. You clutched your heart, bracing yourself against the wall trying to calm yourself as you looked at him.

"You scared the shit out of me."

Levi turned his head towards you. "You." He said.

"Levi." You gave a slight nod in acknowledgement.

"Nice to see you're alive."

"Nice to see you're walking around."

He cocked an eyebrow.

You sighed. That was too far.

"I'm sorry. It was a joke. A bad, insensitive joke, but it was a joke."

Levi nodded, shifting his weight on his crutch.

"It's been a month. I haven't even seen a glimpse of you till now."

"Eh." You shrugged, walking over to him to stand beside him on the balcony. His eyes followed your movements. He leaned against the wall, relieving the weight off his damaged leg and giving you space. You matched his stance, folding your hand on the railing.

"You do realize you can't stay inside your room forever?" He glanced at you with the corner of his eyes.

You squinted when the afternoon light hit your face. Unused to the brightness as you haven't seen the sun for a long time.

You spent your days in your dorm, curled up in a bed. You slept, woke up, sneaked off to the kitchen and bathroom when needed in odd hours, to avoid the people.

You haven't seen anything really. Or even heard anything. You don't even know about anything that's going on. You're too tired to. You don't even bother turning the lights on in your room.

It was strange, now. Being in your dorm. You tried your best to not think about it much but your dorm was so oddly empty, eerily silent. All your roommates were gone. Sasha and the other girl dead. Mikasa gone to where you have no idea.

Yet, there was a sort of peace in there. A sense of comfort. A shelter from the world outside. You were scared of the cruel reality that waited outside the door. So you made your own solution, you decided to not step out the door at all.

So It's the first time in a month, you caught a glimpse of life outside. It's the first time, you've seen him in a month.

And you didn't even dare admit it to yourself, but maybe...a part of you was avoiding him as well.

But you missed him.

The way he leaned over against the railing for support, how he winced at every slight movement, it sent a dull ache through your heart.

You sighed. "Try me." You said. "I saved the world, give me a break. Also, the doctor gave me bedrest."

"For a week only." He pointed out. "And you didn't save the world alone."

You groaned.

But you knew it was true.

That people wouldn't just let you stay in your room all day. That people weren't taking your isolation too well and there's only so much, your unspoken 'hero of the war' privilege can get you. Sleeping for 1 month straight was just too much.

But generally speaking, you saved the world. You should get to do whatever you want.

"You're gonna lecture me, captain?" You mumble. "I'm too tired to care, I'm afraid."

"Don't talk back. This is unhealthy for you."

"So what? That's my business. Let me rot away to death."

He glanced at you from the corner of his eyes and that look alone erased your attitude.

"Yeah, sorry." You muttered the apology quietly. Old habits die hard. You didn't give two fucks about the authority usually but one glare from Levi was still enough. And as much as you liked fucking around with him, that never changed.

"Horseface told me you've shut everyone out."

You frowned in annoyance. "What, is this a therapy session? Are we going to talk about our feelings and get all sappy?" You said sarcastically.

Again, Levi didn't say anything. Only shot a warning look towards you in response. Seems like he wasn't in much of a mood for your jokery.

And to be honest, you weren't either.

So you sighed.

".. I didn't." You answered quietly. "I'm just tired."

"All you do is sleep." He frowned.

"Yeah but like, I sleep, and then I get tired of sleeping, so I go to sleep again-"

"Why," He exhaled sharply. "Is it so hard for you to just converse like a proper adult without making fun of everything?"

"I don't like serious conversations." You huffed, folding your arms.

"So I've noticed." He sighed.

"Why'd you care anyways?" You muttered under your breath.

Levi pursed his lips.

"I don't." Was all he said.

Silence lasted a couple seconds.

There was something in the air, you could feel it. It was thick and it wrapped around your throat like vice, the pounding in your heart warned you of something to come.

Your eyes flicked to Levi and his blank face, wondering what was going through his head.

You followed his gaze, eyes catching in a field further away. Children played along it, you can just make out the outlines of them.

Happy kids, you thought. They don't have to stand awkwardly besides their captain as he's deep in thinking God knows what.

"Are you.." You asked after a pause. A pang went through your heart, the words stuttering. You hoped he wouldn't notice the slight crack in your voice. "Are you resigning..?" A calmer, more braced tone.

And you knew before he even answered. "Yes."

You nodded.

Your heart twisted itself into a painful lump of knot.

But you understood.

So why did it hurt so much?

You looked up at the sun. You hoped the sun would burn away the tears that was welling in your eyes, you hoped it would burn your soul along with it.

Is this how it ends? How you part ways?

"You're too old anyways." You finally said in a light-hearted voice. Like you weren't fucking breaking inside.

He snorted. "I can be an 89 year old grandfather and I'll still be able to take you down with one finger."

"Uh-huh."

You watched Levi as he fidgeted with his fingers, his other hand going over the bandaged knuckles. You winced at the sight of the missing digits.

"What are you going to do?" He suddenly asked.

"Me?" You were caught off guard. You hadn't expected the sudden steer of the conversation. But you considered, thinking.

I don't know, Levi. You tell me. You wanted to tell him.

I don't know what I'm supposed to do if you're not here.

But you only shrugged. "I was thinking of sleeping my life away. Make up for all the nights I couldn't."

He scrunched his face, clearly unimpressed with your choice of way to spend your life. He looked like he had a lot to say about it but then shook his head, probably realizing it's worthless arguing with you.

"You aren't coming back?" You asked then. More of a statement really.

"Is there a reason for me to?"

Me, you thought.

Say my name.

"I guess not." Maybe you will shrivel up and die.

He wouldn't even look at you.

And seconds passed, seconds turning to minutes.

Your heart beat, pounding with the seconds.

And then, Levi spoke.

"Hey kid?"

"Yeah?"

"Wanna get the hell out of here?"

You stared, eyes wide with confusion. But then his gray eyes locked with yours and you finally, finally realized.

Oh.

Relief wrapped you around it's warm, warm embrace. And for the first time in a while, you felt like you could breathe properly.

You nodded. "...yeah."

And then you almost snorted because his face was so very flushed. And somehow you knew, it wasn't the sun.

"Was that a confession, Levi?" You asked after a while, almost tiredly, eyes falling shut.

"...would it be so wrong if it was?" His voice was quiet. So low you could barely hear it.

"No" You shook your head. "No, I suppose not."

He nodded, shoulders slumping. And you wondered if he felt the same wave of relief you felt.

You wondered if he waited all those years for you as well.

"I can't," Levi suddenly blurted out, his tone was hesitant, unsure. "I can't promise you anything, but I swear I'll try. For you. For us."

You swallowed, every word sinking into your skin, healing wounds you didn't even know you had. But you took it.

He'd try. For you, he said.

"I'll go."

Levi looked up.

"I'll go with you. Wherever the hell you want to."

".. you will?"

"I'm your second, aren't I?" You grinned at him, eyes sparkling. "I'll follow you straight to hell if you ask me to. Im stuck with you for life."

And you could've sworn Levi almost smiled. Just the barest hint, but it was there.

"What a pain in the ass." He closed his eyes.

"Hey, you're the one who asked!"

You felt a hand on your hair, ruffling it. The only way he ever showed affection. The ever familiar gesture was comfort. A reminder. You didn't even know how much you craved his touch until he touched you.

You'd be alright, you thought.

You and him.

It'd work out.

You'd be alright.

(kinda inspired by this song lol)

@sad-darksoul @anxious-chick

#aot #levi #levi ackerman #levi heichou #captain levi #snk #aot fandom #aot fanfiction #snk fanfiction #levi x reader #levi x yn #captain levi x reader #levi x you #levi thoughts #Spotify

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greetings-humans · 9 months

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so. some things could be a lot better in the barbie movie.

i really liked sasha and her view on barbie and society. I like how she didn't see barbie as something empowering but still chose to help. I like her, I think she's a cool character. she's not one for traditional femininity, though. so what the hell was that pink dress??? she can be strong and connect to her mother and her girlhood and still wear her cargo pants and dress in dark colors. she can decide that she doesn't want to be feminine and still be a girl/woman. (she can also decide that she's not a woman, but that's mostly just me projecting my weird asf gender)

also. weird barbie was noticeably more "presentable" in the end of the movie and I believe that taking away most of her weirdness really diminishes the point. she's not getting an apology and being recognized as a person that deserves rights and agency and control and to not be shunned, because wow now she's more feminine. that's not the point, and I think that they could have showcased a lot better. she should be getting all of the above, because the barbies realized how bad shunning her because of her differences is. because not being a barbie ""correctly"" is such a bad reason. because not being what they expect of her is not a good reason.

however, on to some good things about the movie, there are some pretty cool examples of the "conform to the expectations or else" part of society that it showed.

weird barbie should have had a decent amount of power in the matriarchal barbie society, but was shunned for being weird and different and expressing herself in a non-traditional (and thus unacceptable) way. this shows that sometimes the criteria for the powerful harm more than just those that are obviously oppressed. (e.g., men feeling uncomfortable with expressing affection because it's not manly and thus repressing themselves).

allan also serves as a similar example. even in kendom, allan didn't have any sort of power because the way he expressed himself didn't fit with what the kens expected of him

and also of themselves. (yeah I'm at it again with the "stupid criteria for who gets power don't just harm those that are generally considered the powerless")

and I'm saying this because the kens thought that the world expected men who had power to act like this, and because they wanted to have agency and control and power, they conformed.

in the end, ryan gosling's ken addressed that by pretty much said that he didn't even really get why he was behaving like that, that it wasn't what he wanted. we can assume that what he wanted to not be a second-class citizen, to not be powerless, and in achieving that via patriarchy, he behaved in a way that he thought he should, not in a way befitting of his personality.

aaand this is the basis of why equality and equity are cool and why matriarchy or patriarchy can lead to a lot of oppression for everyone involved. no one wants to lack agency or control over their lives. so, yes, this movie made some pretty good points.

#barbie #barbie meta #barbie 2023 #barbie analysis #thoughts on barbie #weird barbie #barbie sasha #barbie ken #barbie allan #deelay words

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softxsuki · 9 months

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i love the aesthetic of your blog so much and you’re an incredibly talented writer!! your works are super comforting to me and i always look forward to seeing them in my feed. i’ve read your note as well & you’re so thoughtful trying to create content for people having a tough time. i appreciate you! :)

i was wondering if you could do something with jean kirschtein helping a reader fall asleep and/or just being comforting and taking care of them when they’re sad or not feeling well/fatigued? i would love to see this as a oneshot and leaning romantic and fem!reader but as the writer please take the liberty to do what’s easiest or most comfortable for you!! i saw you have a lot of requests pending so if you can’t get to this, i completely understand and no worries!! thank u so much <33 have a wonderful week 🤍

Jean Helps S/O Fall Asleep

Pairing: Jean x Fem!Reader

Warnings: slight kissing, feeling anxious, not being able to sleep

Genre: Fluff, Comfort (kinda)

Post-Type: Oneshot (surprisingly)

Word Count: 1k

Summary: In which you sneak to the men's barracks to find Jean after struggling to fall asleep at night

[A/N: Oh wow hi! Thank you so much for the compliment. My blog theme is different now, but I hope you still like it JEKAFE. I finally got to your request, I just hope you're still around to read it (lemme know if you are <3) I hope I did alright. For some reason I suck so bad at writing for Jean. I'm working on it though T-T. Hope you're doing well, enjoy <3]

It was dark as light snores filled the room; yet you were still very much awake. No matter how long you kept your eyes closed, sleep never came. Was it the anxiety that filled your heart, wondering when you’d all have to go into action? Or was it the little issues in your life that kept popping back into your mind, making you restless? There were an endless number of possibilities, yet you couldn’t pinpoint which one it was exactly. For all you knew it could have been a mixture of all those things and more.

It was way past curfew and you knew going to the men’s barracks would probably get you into a lot of trouble if Levi or any of your other superiors caught you, but you needed to see your boyfriend, Jean. Having met him through the Survey Corps, you’d been together for a few years now and Jean very quickly became the one you relied on the most. If anyone could help bring peace to your restless mind so you could get some sleep, it would be him. So, you sneak out of your bed, careful not to wake Sasha who was asleep in the bunk above you; she’d definitely be too loud if you woke her accidentally.

Slipping on your boots, you sneak out of the woman’s barracks and head towards the men’s barracks which wasn’t too far away, though you had to avoid being spotted from a few soldiers that were keeping watch, nothing crazy though. You could feel your heart beating in your chest, anxious to be caught, yet desperate and excited to be in Jean’s arms.

As soon as you successfully make it into the men’s barracks, you head straight for Jean’s bed. Thankfully he had a lower bunk so you wouldn’t have to worry about climbing up a ladder to get to him. The smell of man hits your nose, making you scrunch your nose slightly–it wasn’t the most pleasant scent, but it would have to do.

When you spot Jean, he’s peacefully asleep, and you debate whether you should wake him up or not. He worked hard during the day, carrying heavy items around the base and training so he can always be in his best condition when the time comes. You felt guilty–why couldn’t you just handle this alone? There was no reason to bother him about it and ruin his own rest. You sigh before turning back around to go back to your own barracks, when a voice stops you.

“Babe? What’s wrong?” It was Jean.

Turning back around, you see him sitting up now with his eyes opened slightly as he watches you.

“Nothing! Don’t worry about it, go back to sleep, baby,” you whisper to him and go to continue walking away, but you feel him grab your arm and pull you into his bed.

“C’mon, tell me. I know you didn’t just come here to watch me sleep and then leave. Unless you did, that would be really weird,” he jokes, speaking softly as to not awaken the guys around him.

You crack a smile at that. Already you were feeling a little less anxious and more relaxed than you were in your own bed. Leaning back into his chest as his arms wrap around you, he holds you tightly, waiting for you to speak.

“I just…couldn’t sleep,” you admit, feeling a little childish now that you said it out loud. So what if you couldn’t sleep? Was that any reason to go running to him? (um yes, duh)

But Jean thought otherwise. “Then I better fix that, huh?” You can hear the smile in his tone as he leans in to press a kiss to the top of your head. “Come lie down.”

And you do. Squished together on the tiny twin bed, you both lie down, while Jean keeps his arms wrapped around you, pulling you close into his chest as he presses several kisses to your face now, leaving the last kiss on your lips with a hum.

“Close your eyes and take deep breaths,” he instructs quietly, his fingers running mindlessly through your hair, leaning in a little further every now and then to massage your scalp in hope to help you relax. “Everything’s okay. You’re safe, you’re loved, and most importantly, you have me here to hold you.”

Deciding to listen to him, yet already feeling a lot more sleepy now that you were in his arms cuddled up together, you take a deep breath and close your eyes, following his breathing as the sensation of his fingers in your hair, helps you fall deeper and deeper into a relaxed state. His comforting words sink into your mind, replacing and quieting down your restless thoughts.

“Good girl,” Jean whispers in your ear, now closing his own eyes as you both breathe deeply together, a comfortable silence falling over you. You cuddle closer to him before drifting off to dreamland, your dreams full of Jean and your hopefully bright future together.

…

You don’t even remember when you fell asleep, but you did. Opening your eyes first thing in the morning, you didn’t expect to hear hushed giggles or the sight of all your male comrades hovered over you with sly smiles on their faces.

“Had fun?” Eren teases with a smirk, never missing an opportunity to get under Jean’s skin.

“Oh shut up, as if none of you haven’t done this before,” Jean finally opens his own eyes, and shoo’s everyone away, turning to you and kissing you. “Morning my love.”

You felt your face go hot as the guys around you whistled, but the sudden commotion didn’t help as Levi entered the barracks to tell everyone to quiet down, and unfortunately spotted the two of you in bed together. It was very obvious that you had spent the night with Jean, a clear violation of the Survey Corp rules, and Levi was definitely not pleased.

You’re both punished with extra chores and running laps before dinner, not being allowed to eat until all 100 laps are done. Though being able to spend the night with your boyfriend and have the best sleep you’d had in a while was more than worth it. You were already planning your future trip to the men’s barracks to do it again, even if it meant running more laps and annoying Levi.

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Posted: 7/27/2023

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sylvermidnight · 2 years

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It’s my BIRTHDAY and I’m gonna rant about Jonathan Sims. Because I do what I want on my birthday.

A lot of the fandom has a problem with Jon because they think he’s cruel or just overall don’t like him because of how he treats others. But that’s an inherent misunderstanding of the character for the following reasons.

Starting off Jon is *very* clearly autistic coded. He has to be told when things are jokes and doesn’t really seem to understand social interactions (ex: when Tim thinks he’s sleeping with Basira and Jon doesn’t really catch on to what’s being implied). So that in itself very easily explains some of the rude or “cold” behavior going on. He doesn’t do it on purpose. Secondly Jonathan Sims does not give a single flying FUCK about himself. Ever since he was eight years old he’s been hating on himself and he’s lost almost anyone that got close to him or had them hate him for things he can’t control. Both his parents died, it’s explicitly stated his grandmother didn’t try and hide her resentment of having to raise him, and the grown adult that was bullying (beating him) got eaten by a giant spider and no one believed him. So of course he’s naturally closed off and keeps people at a distance. He doesn’t see himself as worthy of good things and he knows something bad will eventually happen. Even his relationship with Georgie that ended *well* still ended in completely cut contact. Thirdly, Jon is not a logic based character. He’s an emotional one. Every choice he makes is based on immediate emotional reactions. He finds out Martin was trapped in his house for a week? Immediately offers him to stay somewhere safe and insists on it. The archives are basically his safe space and the only thing he has and he offers them to Martin without thought. He finds out Sasha was replaced? IMMEDIATELY takes an axe to the thing he thinks did it without considering the consequences. The reason everyone says he’s a worse archivist than Gertrude is because he can’t slow himself down long enough to think of something other than protecting the people he deems more worthy than himself. Even when they treat him like shit which brings me to the next point. EVERYONE in Jon’s life blames him for what is entirely Elias’ fault and/or things they themselves have partaken in. And he thinks he deserves it. Jon is a good man. And a really really hurt one and it makes me a mess every time I think about it. Because he didn’t ever get peace. Another good point I feel like should be brought up is the way people often misinterpret the Jmart dynamic. Martin Blackwood kicks ass. Martin Blackwood is not a soft baby who can do no wrong. Man was down for murder. He was prone to anger and jealousy on a much more intentional front. Which is of course no hate to Martin I love him more than air. But I do think it’s interesting that certain parts of the fandom love to condemn characters for being people with flaws and tend to overlook Martin entirely in that assessment. Anyway! That is all. That is my rant.

#tma #the magnus archives #jonathan sims #jon sims #the magnus pod #martin blackwood #character analysis

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randoimago · 8 months

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Hailo~ i hope your having a nice day~. Can I get Hitch, Ymir, Historia and Sasha from Attack on titan with an S/O who's on the shy side

With a Shy S/O

Fandom: Attack on Titan

Character(s): Hitch, Ymir, Historia and Sasha

Type of Request: Headcanons

Note(s): You got it

Historia

Historia understands feeling shyness at times. She does her best to try and make you the most comfortable, but her goddess personality comes through, and it might make you feel shyer.

Enjoys having moments in private with you where she's just holding your hand or cuddling a bit. It's relaxing and she likes being able to have these moemnts with you where you can also relax a bit.

Takes you to the orphanage with her quite a bit. She knows you feel a shyness, but she hopes interacting with the kids can help you break out of that a bit. Even if you don't have the most fun playing with them, they should at least get you to get bolder with some of the tiny pranks they pull at times.

Hitch

Takes on a protective role when she sees how cute and shy you are. She gets it, people can be scary, let her tell her about the time she ran into Captain Levi when he was in a bad mood…

Seriously will try and encourage you to get out of your shyness too. Won't force you or anything, but she tries to be supportive and patient as she takes care of you.

Hitch does like being able to have quiet moments with you. She likes how you're more open when it is just the two of you as opposed to out in public. So just having you next to her as you both hang out is nice.

Sasha

Probably doesn't really notice your shyness since she's so open and eccentric for the both of you. She doesn't feel shy about anything as she just does what she wants. Which does help keep attention off of you so she's helping in her own way.

Notices you getting a bit flustered at times when you have too much attention and that's when she realizes that it's snack time. Takes your hand and leaves whatever is currently happening to get you some food. Food always makes her feel better so hopefully it can help you too.

Sasha does try to give you encouragement to break out of your shell, but she's not always the best with words. Still, she does her best to let you know that it's okay to be shy because she'll always be there to support and care for you (because nothing bad ever happened to Sasha)

Ymir

Can't help a smirk at how cute it is that you're shy. She's a bit upset that you aren't shyer so she can fluster you all the time, but she still tells you how cute you are just to tease you.

Is very quick to jump to your rescue if someone else tries to tease you or she sees you getting overwhelmed. Nothing a quick "Fuck off" to whoever is talking to you won't fix. Sure, she could be a bit nicer, but she's not going to be delicate when you're being bothered.

Ymir does get more vulnerable and open with you when it is just the two of you. She knows things can be hard with your shyness and so she'll try to be more understanding and help you if she can.

#the-ultimate-puppteer #attack on titan x reader #aot x reader #hitch dreyse x reader #hitch x reader #ymir x reader #historia x reader #historia reiss x reader #sasha blouse x reader #sasha x reader

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beautification-tales · 3 months

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The Bet

The sun was setting over the horizon as Sasha walked down the beach, her bare feet sinking into the soft, warm sand. She couldn't help but feel a sense of dread in the pit of her stomach. Today was the day she was going on a date with Chad. She hated Chad and his macho ways, and she couldn't understand why he wanted to date her in the first place. He was the star quarterback of the football team, and he could have any girl he wanted. But for some reason, he'd set his sights on her.

Sasha remembered making the dare with Chad at a party last month. They were both drunk, and she'd thought it was just a stupid joke. Chad had disrespected her volleyball career every chance he could. “You’re not a winner like me Sasha. You should quit volleyball and let a man like me take care of you.” Chad sneered as Sasha could feel her blood boil.

In a fit of rage, she challenged him to a bet. If her team won the next three games, he would dress as a cheerleader to a volleyball game. But if they lost...she'd have to go on a date with Chad. It was when she sobered up that she realized what a grave mistake she had made.

Against all odds, her team won the next two games. Sasha couldn't believe it when they pulled through. She should have focused on the final game to ensure their victory but she couldn’t help but brag to Chad. “You had to see us win in person huh Chad? I hope you got your cheerleader skirt ready.” She laughed as Chad actually looked a bit nervous.

“It’s crazy how I will dress more girly than you ever have if you win.” Chad responded. Chad was always complaining that Sasha’s tall frame was always covered in sweats when not competing. Sasha frowned in disgust. “Still don’t know how to shut up? How about we make the pot sweeter? Sasha’s overconfidence and desire to put Chad in his place had reached its apex. She was going to silence him and have some fun.

“If my team wins the last game. You can only say how awesome a player I am whenever you see me for a month.” Sasha grinned, sticking her hand out for a handshake.

Chad grabbed her hand with a diabolical look in his eye. “Deal but if you lose. You have to wear an outfit of my choice for our date.” Sasha felt her skin crawl but knew there was no backing out now. She nodded as they shook hands and went their separate ways.

The last game was a close one, with Sasha's team making some costly mistakes. In the end, they lost, sealing Sasha's fate. She felt a mixture of anger and despair as she walked over to Chad after the game. He smirked at her, clearly enjoying this moment. “I’ll see you at the beach at 7 on Saturday.”

Chad’s car pulled up as she stood in the sand watching the sun set. Chad got out and ran over to her. “Beautiful sunset! I think it’s time to make you look just as beautiful! The dress and shoes are in the car. I’ll take a walk and give you a bit of privacy.”

Sasha huffed and turned to the car. She couldn't believe Chad had the nerve to make her wear a dress and heels. She'd never worn anything like this before. She grabbed the red dress, feeling the soft, flowing fabric in her hands. It was shorter than she would have liked, revealing her toned legs and showing off her athletic build. She sighed and then reached for the white heels. They were sky-high, and she wobbled as she stood on them for the first time. She hoped she wouldn't break her ankle.

Chad returned, looking her up and down. He smirked. "Not bad, Sasha. You actually look pretty good in that." She could tell he was enjoying this way too much. "So, what did you have in mind for our date?" she asked sarcastically.

He smiled, still eyeing her up and down. “I’m taking you to a fancy restaurant to impress you of course! Also we have to show off how we match.” Sasha didn’t even notice it before but the pants and sports jacket Chad was wearing matched her heels as his red shirt matched her dress. Sasha shook her head as she got into the car.

“Could you be more obsessed with Miami Vice?” Sasha asked Chad. Chad quickly turned his head and looked her in the eye. “See? That’s why I lo… like talking to you. You’re the first person to notice.”

Sasha noticed how Chad almost said love and she wanted to gag but the compliment made her feel warm as she closed her legs tightly together. The restaurant was not far as it was near the water and had an amazing view of the Moon.

Chad led Sasha by the hand to their reserved table. She felt as if the people were looking at her and Chad. “Why are people looking at us Chad? Did you put a sign on my back or something?” He laughed hard as he shook the table.

“No, they are checking you out because you look amazing. You just need to show a bit of skin and you are the center of attention.” He winked. Sasha adjusted her skirt feeling self conscious but also the same warm sensation returned.

The food was incredible, but Sasha found herself lost in conversation with Chad. She found everything about Chad was charming. The warm feeling persisted throughout her body as she felt her nipples harden. Sasha squeezed her legs together tightly as the warmth became like a fire in between her legs. Sasha licked her lips as she stared at Chad as he talked about his NFL dreams.

She couldn't believe how attracted she was to him. It was like everything about him was just... intoxicating. She couldn't tear her eyes away from him, and she couldn't stop thinking about how his hands felt when they'd shaken hands after the game. She forced herself to focus on the conversation, but her mind kept drifting back to the way he'd looked at her when he'd said she was pretty.

As the night went on, the moon rose higher in the sky, casting a soft, silver glow over the ocean. Chad paid the check and they walked to the car. Chad opened the door for her as she smiled at him.

"Chad, I had a wonderful time tonight. I really thought I would hate it but it was fun," she said, feeling the words pour out of her before she could stop them. He smiled back at her, his eyes sparkling in the moonlight.

The waves crashing against the shore were the only noises filling the air. Sasha felt a strange sense of urgency welling up inside her, like she needed to do something, anything, to relieve this building pressure that seemed to be coming from between her legs. She couldn't take her eyes off of Chad's crotch, wondering if he was as aroused as she was.

As if reading her mind, Chad leaned in close, his warm breath tickling her earlobe. "Is something wrong, Sasha?" he whispered huskily. "You've been staring at me all night." She shook her head, feeling a blush creep up her neck. "No, I... I just..." Before she could finish, he pressed his lips against hers, his tongue darting out to stroke her tongue.

The kiss deepened, and Sasha felt herself melt into him. His hand found its way to her waist, pulling her closer still. With a groan, he leaned her back against the car, his free hand sliding up her thigh, teasing at the hem of her dress. She gasped as his fingers brushed against her bare skin, and arched into his touch.

Their lips parted, and Chad's breath came hot and fast against her neck. "God, you're so beautiful," he whispered, his voice thick with desire. He reached down, undoing his pants, and before Sasha could even register what was happening, his cock was in her hand. She stared at it, fascinated, as her fingers closed around it, feeling its heat and hardness. She took a deep breath, and then slowly began to stroke him, marveling at the way his length and girth filled her hand.

As she stroked, Chad leaned forward, his lips finding her nipple through her dress. He teased it with his tongue, sucking gently as she continued to stroke him. The sensations were overwhelming, and she could feel herself growing wetter by the second. Her heart raced as she considered taking things further. With a shaky breath, she pushed Chad's pants and boxers down to his knees, freeing his cock completely.

She looked up at him, her eyes meeting his in the moonlight, and took a deep breath. Slowly, hesitantly, she leaned forward, her lips brushing against the tip of his cock. The feel of his hot, hard length against her lips sent a shiver through her body, and she could feel her own arousal building even more. Taking another deep breath, she engulfed him, her lips stretching around him as she sucked.

“Oh fuck yes! I’ve dreamed of this night. Finally you’re mine Sasha. You belong to me”

Sasha’s brow curled in confusion as she couldn’t stop sucking.

“See? You can’t even stop now. I bet my cock tastes like candy to you.”

Sasha looked him in the eye as he brushed her hair from her face. She stopped for a moment trying to defy him. She couldn’t resist any longer and began to Bob up and down on his member once more.

“Ungh I fucking love you… I knew these magic heels would do their job. You know…. Unnnh….

I thought I’d never have the chance to use them on you but when you upped the ante…. Fuck!…. I said fuck it.”

Sasha realized it all made sense. All the feelings she had were magically induced upon her. She knew she should be upset but the feelings of pleasure were too strong.

She continued to suck on Chad's cock, feeling her mouth stretch around him as she took more of him deeper into her throat. She moaned around him, her breath hot against his skin. His hands tangled in her hair, urging her to go faster, harder.

“Good girl” Chad groaned as Sasha’s eyes rolled back in orgasmic bliss. Sasha finally felt the willpower to stop sucking as her lips left his cock with a loud pop.

“Please fuck me daddy.” Sasha moaned her eyes wide like a puppy.

Chad smiled down at her as he pulled her up to her feet, his cock still in her hand. He guided her back against the car, positioning his hardness at her entrance. With a rough thrust, he pushed inside her, groaning as he felt her tightness surround him. Her nails dug into his shoulders as he began to move, thrusting in and out of her in a steady rhythm.

Their bodies slapped together, the sounds of their flesh colliding filling the silence of the night. Chad's breath came in ragged gasps as he looked down at her, his eyes dark with desire. "God, you feel so good," he murmured, his voice hoarse. "You know you love this. How everyone saw how sexy you are. Fuck you make my cock so hard.”

Sasha arched her back, pressing herself against him as he continued to thrust. The sensation of being filled by him was overwhelming, but in the best possible way. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her nails digging into his shoulders as she urged him on. "More, daddy," she whispered, her voice shaking with need. "I want all of you."

He groaned, his thrusts becoming rougher as he obeyed her demand. His hips slammed into hers, driving his cock deeper inside her with each stroke. She could feel the wetness between them, their bodies moving together in perfect synchronicity. Their breath mingled in the air, hot and heavy, as they lost themselves in the heat of the moment.

As Chad's pace increased, Sasha threw her head back, arching her back further, meeting his thrusts with her own. The sensation of being so completely filled by him was overwhelming, but in the best possible way. Her nails dug into his shoulders, leaving marks as she held on tight, her legs wrapped around his waist.

"That's it, baby," he growled, his breath hot against her ear. "Let daddy have what he wants." His hips slammed into hers again and again, his cock hitting her sweet spot with each thrust. The car rocked beneath them, their bodies slapping together in a rhythm that was as primal as it was erotic.

Sasha felt her climax building, her inner muscles clenching around Chad's cock. Her nails dug into his shoulders, urging him deeper, harder. "Chad...," she moaned, her voice strained. "I'm... I'm... going to..."

He could feel it too, her body tensing, her muscles gripping him tightly. With a final, powerful thrust, he drove himself as deep inside her as he could go, his hips meeting her ass as he released his seed. Her walls milked his cock, her orgasm washing over them both in a wave of pleasure.

Their bodies trembled together, their chests heaving as they tried to catch their breath. The night air was cool against their sweaty skin, but they were too lost in the afterglow of their passion to care. Sasha rested her head on Chad's shoulder, her legs still wrapped around his waist, feeling his cock twitch inside her as it began to soften.

“I… I think I love wearing heels.” Sasha said

#transformation #beautification #f2f transformation #bimboification #slutification #mind corruption #mind control #mind conditioning #aphrodisiac #love spells #stepfordization #stiletto shoes

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mdhwrites · 8 months

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Thank you for defending Amphibia S3A!!! You don't know how many times I've had to read people saying that Anne should've had an angst arc like Luz did in TOH over what happened in True Colors. That kind of take completely ignores that a.) Anne is her own character who responds to things differently (by compartmentalizing and trying to fix what she can), b.) Amphibia was trying to preserve its essential Amphibia-ness and not become a dreary angst-fest, and c.) Luz's arc wasn't even good lol so why compare it to that? I think there are a couple story things that could've been streamlined in 3A but overall it is a perfectly good entry into Amphibia canon and it wasn't "filler" or "pointless" by any means. (P.S. I would love to hear your thoughts on Commander Anne since I also think that's a really strong episode!)🦎

Send me another ask about Commander Anne because that is one of the episode fragments in Amphibia actually dense enough for me to talk about on its own. For now, I'm actually carjacking this ask to talk about trauma reaction in fiction using Anne, Sasha, HOP POP and Luz with Hop Pop and Luz being the extremes you need to avoid and then talking about both where Anne falls and why she's so good.

Though with any discussion of this, I do actually just want to quickly mention that I did a whole teaching blog a good long while back about Fantasy Trauma and why Luz's just plain sucks. I'm not going to talk about the event here but more the reaction but I still think it's worth mentioning that fantasy trauma like what happens to these characters is a trope in and of itself.

Also, welcome Amphibia fans, I like to use asks as a way to teach and your show lets me be POSITIVE while teaching for once which is a nice change of pace... But let's start with the bad.

Or let's start with some defining. See whenever you have a major event happen in your story, there's a pendulum of reaction. On both ends of the pendulum, you have equally bad reactions to it but in different ways. Those ends where either:

A: You don't react at all. Despite the fact that the event should have had an effect on you, you're seeming to be mostly fine and yourself. It often can make the character come off as callous or stunted in some way if they just don't even seem to be needing to cope with it in someway. Stuff like Sprig focusing on being a part of the family and Polly focusing on Frobo stop them from quite getting to this extreme because they're more genuinely interacting with the new world they're in and their problems. Hop Pop is the problem one here but we'll get to it.

B: You ONLY react to the ONE event. The rest of the story and your character DON'T MATTER now. You are only your angst arc. This actually works well for VILLAINS because the single minded obsession and refusal of logic is actually usually useful for justifying them going to such extremes. The problem comes when a character should theoretically know better, the level of reaction is unwarranted or you can point out that they're just wangsting (whine/angsting) because they have sunshine and rainbows around them they're blatantly ignoring. This is Luz's side of the problem.

This is technically an Amphibia ask though so let's start with Hop Pop. For some very, very minor proof I'm not a contrarian: Hollywood Hop Pop is easily the worst half episode in S3A. There's something to be said about there being about two episodes before the mid-season finale that are kind of janky. The problem isn't just with Hollywood Hop Pop.

Hop Pop has a lot of internal issues with danger, change and worry. A new world should panic him in some way. This is actually the greatest sin of Hollywood Hop Pop because the lesson from that one feels at best like an over correction to... The majority of S2A's characterization of Hop Pop. Similarly goes to him just enjoying being a house guest. Even if yes, this is his adopted daughter, he should have an episode segment dedicated to being worried about the new world they're in, trying to protect Polly and Spring, etc. like that, especially since his old world just turned inside out. SOME sort of reaction would be warranted... And we don't get it.

Instead we get him being overly trusting and thus getting scammed, his stuff about making the Boonchuys hating him is good but it's entirely disconnected from the trauma you would expect of the character and then he honestly takes the BIGGEST risk of them all, even using his actual name instead of a codename like Sprig does for Spider Sprig.

It genuinely feels like he is treating coming here like a vacation, not helped by that explicitly being a part of one of his episode segments and that's bad.

So what's the good version of this side of the pendulum? Well, if this side represents underselling the reaction to trauma, the good version is subtlety and that's what we get with Anne and it's done really well. It mostly is in the first couple episodes in S3A when the wounds are most fresh which makes sense. As she processes it privately, she can return more and more to who she was.

The biggest thing here is that Anne is overloading herself. She is burning out from the second Andrias stabs Marcy. Not even once she's home, but even by the final trauma having just been overloaded. She's 13 after all. 15 if you want to go off of what seems to have been the original intent for her and the rumors that Disney forced the trio to be younger.

A 13 year old CAN handle death. They CAN'T handle seeing one of their BEST FRIENDS die and the other one likely doing so too, let alone right after she assumed her third best friend also died, even if he didn't. True Colors is a TIME for Anne. Anne is a very simple girl after all. Stakes like these are not what she is capable of even processing at that point. She's never seen anything that bad.

And her trying to recap and summarize it shows it EXPERTLY. Even trying to actually think about what just happened tires her out and has her constantly having to correct herself because she doesn't want to admit that not only is she powerless, it's also too much for her to handle on her own. And that's WITHOUT acknowledging the high probability of her friends being dead, something that was on her mind since her reaction to seeing Sasha is disbelief/relief that she's ALIVE.

Then there's the other elements where Anne is the one pushing research the hardest, the fact that she's brushing other things off to find answers that will make her less powerless, her protectiveness of those around her and then yeah, the one episode segment that has her burnt out and dead tired because she's working herself to the bone.

And this is all in character with Anne's arc. She's grown to do things. To want to help. To not just coast through life and just as she was getting used to the idea of that... She now can't do anything. So we see her doing what she can which is just not a lot.

Alright, let's move on to the other side of the pendulum though. I often talk about Luz in the second half of The Owl House as "In her angst arc" because that's how it feels. She may as well have put on a dark brown hoodie, flattened her hair and declared everything sucked. None of her optimism, none of her enthusiasm, little of her care and complete distrust of EVERYONE.

OH WAIT THEY DID THAT! They made her as close to her BETA design for S3 Ep1 as possible to finish out that miserable attitude for her. And I'm not going to say all of it is unwarranted. Just like Hop Pop caring about being a good house guest is in character, Luz getting more serious to match the stakes of the show is theoretically a good thing. It needed more of a real transition (Hi Commander Anne as a good example of this) but there is a nugget of a good concept in it.

One that's stabbed repeatedly by never letting it end or be affected by anything. Stuff she'll say to Eda and King she will act like will kill her if she tells literally anyone else no matter how much more justified it is for her to be honest to them, she CONSTANTLY lies to the point where she breaks her word several times and part of why Amity theoretically likes her is just GONE and then we get the theoretical conclusion to it which is "I want to be understood."

When the fuck haven't you been? This is the true crime of this side of the pendulum. Part of the reaction requires the character to entirely forget and actively ignore the actions around her. Those friends who have constantly forgiven you and backed you up? Didn't understand. That supposed found family who constantly told you you weren't at fault and to take care of yourself? Didn't understand. Your mom, who supported your interested until you backed her into a corner by accidentally assaulting people, including your principal, with wild animals? Never. Understood. You.

And even then, she still doesn't break out of it after the first TWO times in S3 where she is forgiven and she makes a statement about moving on. She just throws a dreamstate pity party and doubts herself until GOD tells her she has never done anything wrong in her life.

It's too long, the resolutions are too contrite or eye rolling for the amount of time and pain spent with it and they also rarely have anything to actually do with the trauma itself. It feels like the character is reacting to something BAD rather than something SPECIFIC which robs it of its bite just as badly as not reacting to it at all. And that's if it even feels like the character and Luz in the second half of TOH, especially S3, just doesn't feel like Luz. Period.

You know who does feel like herself? Sasha. By the time S3B comes around, she's had to deal with too much to really still be dealing with the trauma (and she still is to some extent with her constantly worrying about her relationship with Anne, obsession with second chances, etc. like that but that's more rounding out her arc to me) so it's really just her one segment in S3A that needs to be examined.

Except we actually have to roll back first. All the way back to Reunion. Sasha's reaction to this all starts with the end of Reunion. That moment when, just for a second, she decides Anne is worth more than herself. That "maybe you'd be better off without me," and letting go. S2 handles the fact that Sasha dying actually made a REALLY bad inner conflict for her, let alone once news of Marcy being fine without her too got to her, but that's the fun of character arcs. They SHOULDN'T be a smooth curve. *coughs at Amity and Hunter*

Keeping on track though, we have Sasha not only facing the end of her at her most powerful but also the potential end of her friendships. She betrayed Anne again and while they fought together, that was for survival, where are they now? Worse yet, Marcy almost died in front of her and she was POWERLESS. All that talk of trying to do things so they all could be happy, that she knew best... It was all ash.

So she at first doesn't know what she's doing. She emotional and ready to lash out but she doesn't know what her target is. She just knows part of it is her fault and unlike in S2, she can't ignore it now. It haunts her until Anne shows Sasha what having been a good friend could have gotten her. What they could have been.

And so now, it's time to make good on her word. To become a protector and try to see a bit more in people than she assumes. This is ALL a reaction to True Colors primarily. It is addressing it all VERY bluntly minus Marcy's lie (I have complicated feelings on Marcy at this point) but it's still working within the frame of the character. This is still Sasha and we know enough about her to genuinely follow her train of thought while also getting to enjoy the character we have grown attached to. She isn't gone... But she's changing and if this side of the pendulum represents replacement as its bad extreme, change and introspection like what Sasha goes through is the good medium ground.

I want to finish this by saying that you CAN use the extremes well. Someone reacting to a teammate's death with indifference can genuinely turn a character who seemed a little cold to being seen as callous or like they believe the ends justify the means, no matter the sacrifice. Someone letting an event consume them can actually be a great start to an arc where the point is to criticize their reaction, instead of trying to invoke sympathy through it. That they are going too far and letting this be too much of who they and they need to find balance. They need to properly introspect. These are not hard rules by any means but there is a spectrum. A pendulum.

And as always, the best thing a writer can do is recognize where on that pendulum they're writing and use it as best as they can.

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babycharmander · 5 months

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I had another Psychonauts dream last night. (I have these fairly often but I don't post about them much.)

This one was post-Psychonauts 2, and Loboto was back to working for villains again. I remember thinking "man he's still doing this post-game??" and that actually had an impact on the dream. But before that, I should specify that this villain was... actually I don't know who the villain was, but he was invested in SPACE and ALIENS. And he OWNED A SPACE STATION, and Loboto was working in a lab IN THE SPACE STATION under this guy's employment.

But of course the Psychonauts are on the case of this villain, and Raz, Oleander, and Sasha somehow manage to get to the space station. (How?? I don't know. Teleportation??) Raz stays hidden, but Sasha and Oleander break into the lab and find Loboto there, and they're surprised, confused, and disappointed. The both of them are basically like "Wait, what? Why are you still doing this stuff?!"

To which Loboto replies that yes, he IS supposed to be better now, but this guy he's working for really isn't THAT bad. Plus--he gestures grandly at his new lab, which is circular and made of blueish-white metal and bright and clean (and has a gigantic futuristic-looking device taking up the center of it)--he's doing research IN SPACE. Isn't that neat??

And Sasha... honestly agrees, and just starts talking to Loboto normally, asking him questions about his research and the space station and so on, and Oleander is just So Done with the both of them. And while they're talking, Loboto just scoops up Oleander in a TK hand (since he's gotten his powers back and is comfortable using them I suppose) and starts testing his device on him. The device doesn't hurt Oleander but Oleander is understandably Ticked Off about this whole situation.

Finally Raz, who was supposed to be sneaking around, finally comes out and steps up to Loboto and looks So Upset, and is just like "...I thought you were supposed to be better."

and Loboto sees Raz and is Alarmed and is like "wait--wait, NO! NOT YOU!!" and then groans and is like "great, now I DO feel bad about this whole thing" and is Very Angry at the fact that he feels bad about it now.

The dream went on to have something to do with aliens before dropping the Psychonauts part altogether and being a sci-fi space opera thing. But the Psychonauts part was fun while it lasted.

I'm particularly amused at the aspect that Loboto is okay with doing Some Villainous Stuff until he realizes he's upset Raz. He can give working for villains a pass, but Disappointing the Child is TOO FAR.

#caligosto loboto #sasha nein #morceau oleander #razputin aquato #psychonauts #psychonauts 2 #dreams

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sarcasticscribbles · 4 months

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MAG 022 Sasha the Archivist AU

(Statement of Timothy Stoker, archival assistant at the Magnus Institute, London, regarding a close encounter with something he believes to have once been Jane Prentiss). Context (role switching)

[CLICK]

ARCHIVIST Tim, are you sure?

TIM I want to make a statement, something happened, and I don’t know- I mean, it’s what we do, right?

ARCHIVIST Not really, we research statements. Then we archive them. We don’t make them.

TIM Fine, fine, but I need to tell someone what happened and you- or this, is the best I got.

ARCHIVIST Tim.

TIM Just, hear me out, okay? And then, you can either toss it aside or dismiss it, like you usually do with everything I say.

ARCHIVIST I don’t do that.

TIM It doesn’t need to be an official statement, I just need it off my chest, please, Sasha.

ARCHIVIST … Are you okay?

TIM I don’t know.

ARCHIVIST … Tell me what happened. Statement of Timothy Stoker, archival assistant at the Magnus Institute, London, regarding…

TIM A real encounter with what I believe to have once been Jane Prentiss.

ARCHIVIST Recorded direct from subject, 12th March, 2016.

Statement begins.

TIM Well, a while ago, a few weeks, you were looking into that statement about the spider that wouldn’t go away. Carlos Vittery, the haunted spider statement. Something about it didn’t sit right with me, the whole web death, that doesn’t happen. No other recorded cases of spiders spinning their web around human corpses in England. I asked Martin about it, he loved Spider’s- a little too much if you ask me. Remember the lecture he gave when you smashed that big one in the library –

ARCHIVIST Stick to the statement, Tim.

TIM Right. Right, yes. You asked me to find anything I could about Mr. Vittery, and when my usual methods ended up empty-handed, I.. I decided to check out his flat in Boothby Road. It wasn’t too far of a trip, I know the Institute won’t cover it. That’s not why I’m doing it, I’m not looking for Institute funds any more. I found the building, early morning, and it looks just like Mr. Vittery described in his statement. It’s locked, obviously, I can’t get in and no one answered the buzzers. I had already got this far and I didn’t want to come back with nothing to you – because I know what that entails, so I started looking around. I found a basement window that slightly ajar. It isn’t much, but I’m pretty sure I can get through if I can open it.

[...]

ARCHIVIST

Statement ends. And you’re sure, about this, Tim?

TIM I wouldn’t lie to you. Not about something like this. I know you take your job seriously, I wouldn’t want to waste your time.

ARCHIVIST I didn’t say you did.

TIM No but… I would only do this if it happened.

ARCHIVIST I suppose. Tim, I-

There’s a room in the Archives, I’ve used it before when I’ve worked late. You can stay there for now, if you want, it’s not too bad. I’ll talk to Geuturde and maybe have her look into some extra security. The Archives have enough lock to make you feel safe, and the windows should be properly sealed.

TIM [Confused & flustered] Oh. Okay… Yeah, thanks. I honestly didn’t expect you to… Believe me.

ARCHIVIST I thought you said you lost your phone two weeks ago?

TIM Yeah, something like that, when I went back to the basement.

ARCHIVIST Yeah. I have received several text messages from your phone, claiming you’re still ill with a stomach bug… Last one said you thought it “might be a parasite”. I tried calling you and you never picked up. So, if this does involve Jane Prentiss, then I take it very seri–

[PHONE BUZZES] Wait

TIM What?

ARCHIVIST Another text from you. “Keep him. We have had our fun. He will want to see it when the Archivist’s crimson fate arrives.”

TIM Excuse me?

ARCHIVIST It means I’ll ask Gertrude to hire some extra security. I’ll tell Jon and Martin too. I’ll check through the Archives, as I think we have a statement from Ms. Prentiss herself in here somewhere.

Recording ends.

[CLICK]

#a draft #I'm working on more s1 eps too #i want timsasha tension #the magnus archives #tma #mag #sasha the archivist

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Hi i would. Looove to hear about this fantasy au (bonus points for gerrys fucked up origins thanks for the food)

scrambles to sit up and falls out of my desk chair in the process. Bless You, Anon. Bless You. i will limit this to the first side quest because even that is long as fuck but it Is gerry centric which means it's food for Me.

okay So. the key tenets here are:

tim is the pov character

the stokers knew sasha and martin as kids until martin moved away with his dad after his mom's passing (wild!)

danny was taken by the fey at like 18. BAD.

after two years of training and study, tim and sasha are about to set off to find him or get revenge (it's a death wish) just as martin swaggers back into town a new man (he spent a decent chunk of his money on glamors that are tantamount to HRT while traveling back to their hometown after he super left his shitty dad's house) and he elects to come with them because It's A Death Wish and he doesn't want tim to get into trouble, and also he has like... nowhere to go anyway. might as well keep adventuring, but this time with friends.

they go to a coastal city to ask adelard dekker for some advice, and he sends his apprentice along with them. hi jon!

and then once they're on their adventure........ we meet a mysterious figure.

they do a lot of little bounty hunts and side quests for money and whatever obviously and so at one point they get enlisted to find some heirloom for some guy and right as they're about to get it, oops! insert Guy In A Featureless Silver Mask Riding On A Black Dire Wolf, Who Then Swoops In And Takes The Heirloom First.

What.

they hate this guy. they can't stand this guy. they wanna beat this guy up for doing that. he was so scary though so what do you even do. they ask around town and find out he's The Black Rider™ and he has a habit of doing this shit and they should stay out of his way.

they find melanie in a tavern and jon recognizes her from their childhoods because surprise! THEY grew up together. and she's been Away for a while after she ran away with josephine, her first love, who ended up dying about a year later. she's been too ashamed to return home alone. she is begrudging about reconnecting with jon, but she does end up hugging him and crying about this. i love them. bad weather friends.

she joins their party in time to run into the Black Rider again, who once more is trying to get something before they get it.

this time they get some awkward banter out of him though so they figure there is some kind of person under there.

and the Third time they encounter him, tim tries to cut to the chase and offer an olive branch of friendship, only for the black rider to attack them with his big scary halberd and it's like DUDE! WHAT THE FUCK!!!!

the fight is pretty intense but they do outnumber him, so tim gets him on the ground with his sword under his chin and he can feel the dog breathing down his neck but she isn't biting - because the black rider has held up a hand to stop her.

tense! and kinda sexy.

they agree to lower the weapon/call off the dog on the count of three from sasha, but tim hesitates longer than the black rider does. intriguing.

he leaves and they realize he still took the bounty they were after. G-d DAMMIT!!!!

then a few weeks later they meet some guy named gerry in a dungeon and he helps them fight off some zombies or whatever and they vibe for a few days, he seems nice if not a little weird, and they get along well. he dips after a bit and it's just a standard interaction pretty much. neither here nor there.

then they're fighting a cockatrice at some point and the Black Rider comes in to help them! odd, but accepted.

oops! his mask gets knocked off.

martin, being the nice guy he is, goes to return it to him and sees his face - gasp! it's gerry! who EVER could have guessed!

after they defeat the cockatrice they really have to have a whole ass conversation about this because Seriously Dude What The Fuck.

he ends up talking to them a little bit but not much, he's cagey and now seems kind of... nervous? what gives, right.

after a bit though they offer to let him come with them because tim is like "oh my g-d. you're LONELY 😆"

and he'd be right.

but there's a lot more to it than that.

eventually he caves and tells them, "we're being watched." by who? his patron, he says, after taking his time deciding on the wording.

he's never told anyone this before. he didn't even know she couldn't Hear him too, only just found that out.

then after a little while he fucks off for a bit without an explanation, and they're like. wtf.

when he comes back to find them, he explains that he nearly stabbed tim in his sleep one day because he's not only being spied upon, but his body is able to be controlled by his patron.

they are understandably upset about this and have to put in some protective measures to prevent that from happening again. he's no longer allowed on night watch.

but he's clearly distraught with guilt and like... they can SEE the humanity in him, they can SEE that he hates this and he needs help.

martin is a Redemption paladin by now and he wants to help him really badly.

tim needs... some time.

jon suggests they put a blindfold on him now and then to help him feel more at ease talking about things without fear of being spied on and it helps sometimes.

they travel for like 9 months before gerry trusts tim enough to show him what's really going on, while they're bathing in a lake after a battle that left them covered in blood.

he moves his hair aside to show tim a sigil branded on his back.

mary did that to him when he was 12.

so, basically, this guy hasn't had a shred of bodily autonomy or privacy in half his life. it's disgusting honestly like literally if you think for two seconds about the logistics of this it just gets more and more upsetting. bad!!!!

so they've already wanted to break his curse but it's just. tim can't stand this knowledge. he still doesn't know it's his mother yet, though. that stays on lock.

the group goes on to meet with mikaele salesa for some help, and gerry refuses to go anywhere near him. fucks off again with no explanation.

but they take the opportunity to ask salesa if he knows anything about the black rider etc and he says BOY DO I KNOW HIM. HE'S WHY I HAVE SO MUCH PROTECTION AROUND MY HOUSE LOL.

gerry has stolen so much from him and killed some of his guys and it's like YIKES. but salesa Also knows about mary.

she's been collecting super powerful artifacts for ages now trying to give herself more power so she can become a lich. uh oh!

and tim, who has made a Paladin Oath with Death by now, is now assigned by HIS patron to go and kill her before her transformation takes place, because she would be defying the natural order.

so, they go find her scary tower and are intent on fighting her, only to find - gerry?

and boy does he look rough. he looks Bad right now he hasn't been having a good time while he's been gone.

mary is in the middle of her ritual and she halves her focus in order to control gerry into fighting for her and eventually the fight is looking bad enough that she switches tactics.

she has him point the knife at his own throat.

because she did spy a little bit of the tiny intimate moments between gerry and tim, try as gerry might have to keep his eyes averted or up at the sky or just anywhere But tim, and she knows the group has come to care about him. so, clearly this is a better threat.

sasha calls her bluff BIGTIME and says hell no are you gonna kill him, you put too much work into him, he's your only heir, you need him, you'd never go that far, blablabla.

and that much is actually true. but it looks pretty close when she actually has him break skin a little bit.

tim is very upset at sasha for potentially making it worse lol But

it does work

they manage to kill her and free gerry and it's a very complicated moment because like... dude that's his mom. she's all he's ever known, save the wolf she "got" for him when he was a kid that is now his closest companion, and the dryad who guards the forest outside (hi tazia!)

so it takes gerry and tim a while to like. recover from that. but they do.

meanwhile, before they leave mary's tower, they totally pilfer her magical objects and jon finds a peculiar glass orb... that looks like it's got spider webbing inside it.

and that's all i'll say for now! obviously this is the Side Quest i am most invested in, but the plot of this filled 15 pages of a timeline and it goes on until gerrytim die in their 70s lmao so like. Big Big AU. it takes like 5 years after this all happens to find danny and That is a huge mess, too. boy howdy!!!!

now i realize i can't surprise anyone with this plot if i did write it but like. chances of that are slim. this is still so niche. jdhdjdhfk. gtcu brand classes, not canon based at all.

#asks #anon #dah tag #gtcu

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janetsboys · 2 years

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Last day on earth

warning: (twd stuff) violence, blood, emotional damage, cries, screams and everything: episodes 06x16 / 07x01 traumas

A/N: this is extremely sad, but I had the idea of just adding reader into this traumatic event, enjoy!

summary: Dixon fem!reader is Carl’s girlfriend, they leave for the Hilltop with sick Maggie, but not everything gets according to plan…

english is not my first language, be kind <3

At first, you came with the group because you were worried about Maggie, she was sick and she really needed to go to the Hilltop.

Carl didn’t want you to go but you begged him, you said you needed to be by her side.

Since you don’t have a mother and never remembered when you had one, Maggie really helped you with the feminine representation in your life.

Your brothers, Daryl and Merle basically raised you, you became tough like them, but you always had a huge heart and you are in fact really sensitive when it’s about people you love.

Hours before meeting Negan:

You’re sitting next to Maggie, she’s sleeping and you’re watching her with worrying eyes. Aaron is sitting with Eugene, trying to rest, eyes closed, Abe and Sasha are driving and Rick, Carl and Rosita are talking to them at the front of the van.

Carl comes to sit with you,

“What is going on, why aren’t we there yet?” you asked, whispering. “The Saviors are everywhere blocking the road, Abraham’s trying to find a way to avoid them.” he responds, kissing the side of your head.

“I’m scared, I don’t know where my brother is, Maggie is sick, I don’t like when we’re all split up, I have a bad feeling about this, Carl…” you said, not leaving your eyes of Maggie.

“Don’t worry, everything will be fine, I’m sure everyone is okay.” Carl says, not really believing himself.

He puts your hair behind your ear, admiring you, you turn your head to look at him “I hope you’re right, I feel like I’m too used to be safe in my little home at Alexandria. I’m not the same anymore.” you say, looking at him.

“We’ll always have this surviving thing inside of us, but Alexandria is home, it’s normal to be used to this safe feeling.” he tries his best to reassure you, he feels your anxiety growing, you have this face you make when you’re about to panic.

You lie your head on his shoulder, sighing, taking his hand in yours as Rick walks in to check on Maggie, “She’s still sleeping, i put my hand on her forehead and she seems less feverish” you told Rick as he sat next to Maggie.

It seemed like you were right, something bad was about to happen.

You got arrested by the Saviors and put on your knees. Your anxiety is exploding, You’re being sat next to your brother, “Daryl!” you say with teary eyes as your big brother takes your hand “It’s okay-” he says with a tired voice. You can see he’s physically hurt.

Michonne is next to you, she puts her hand on your back, you turn to look at her, she’s terrified.

You let go of your brother’s hand, looking at Michonne, you’ve never seen them so scared.

You turn to look at Carl, he seems so far away, he’s always there to comfort you, you feel bad whenever he’s away from you, maybe this is your last day on earth. Maybe it’s his.

Carl looks at you and makes a reassuring smile even though he’s also terrified.

You’re scared for Maggie as she is sick and pregnant, you know this night is going to be really tough.

You then turn to look at Glenn, he’s sweating, he looks exhausted, you would give anything to hug your best friend, you’ve known him since the beginning of all of this, he always took care of you and you love him so much. You love all of them so much, they’re all your family.

The moment of Negan choosing who he should kill, that moment seemed to last forever, you were shaking.

The only solution where you wouldn’t have to lose a member of your family is that he’d pick you. He’s pointing his baseball bat on you, you make yourself taller on your knees, he could choose you so you wouldn’t have to pass the rest of the night here.

Daryl obviously noticed what you were doing, he couldn’t resolve himself to loose you, he loves you too much. You’re like his daughter, luckily, Negan didn’t pick you. You wish he did but no, he wanted to hurt you not kill you.

As he hit Abraham, your dear friend, you burst into tears, your eyes fixed on the ground, you couldn’t look at him, you flinched every time you heard the sound of the bat hitting Abraham.

Negan keeps mocking you all, mocking Abraham, you don’t even listen to him you’re in pure shock. You see Negan pointing his bat on Rosita, laughing at her. Suddenly, your heart jumps as you feel your brother loosing his temper, he gets up, you try with all the force you still have to stop him sobbing and shouting with a broken and tired little voice “Daryl..!”

He punched Negan, you look up at the scene, the sight of the Saviors putting Daryl back on his knees as you cry harder and harder, that’s it, he’s going to kill your brother because of what he did, you pray on everything that you have, you never prayed before, but you pray that he’ll have mercy on Daryl.

Negan speaks but you only start listening to him when he says “No exceptions, now I don’t know what lying assholes you’ve been dealing with but, I’m a man of my word.” He has this smile on his face, you would give anything to jump on him and hit him until you die, “I need you, to know me.” you looked at him, praying that he’ll kill you next, begging with your eyes that he’ll achieve you now.

“So!” as he held his bat up, you closed your eyes followed the bat, “Back to it!” he just turned around and violently hit Glenn’s head. You heard Maggie screaming, you just said “Oh no” sobbing, searching for air as your heart beats at a hundred miles an hour.

Glenn got up, you were almost laying forward, your head close to the floor as you cried all the tears of your body, this is all you could do.

You got up to see Glenn still standing, his eyes out of his head, a bloody face, searching for his words. Daryl whispered to you “Don’t look (Y/N)” thinking Negan wouldn’t hear him.

“Ohhhh you should look at that, kiddo, my guy is disgusting look at that. You look shitty man! Your eye just popped out of your head it is gross as hell!” He says, first look at you, pointing his bat at you then at Glenn, “Maggie, i’ll find you”

Glenn got his words out of his mouth, before Negan hit him again, you lost it, you closed your eyes in disbelief, hearing the sound of the bat hitting his skull, you felt your whole body shaking, it seemed to last for an hour, you heard Negan’s laugh ringing in your head.

You open your eyes to see Glenn’s brain crushed on the ground, his hands still shaking violently on the ground as his body processes the shock.

You look at your hands in pure horror, you have blood on them, you have Glenn’s blood on your shaky hands and face, you look at them with widened eyes.

Negan drags Rick on the floor, puts him in the van. The Saviors watching you all closely as they leave for a ride as he says.

You turn to look at Maggie, her sobs breaking your heart even more than it is already. You looked at Carl, tears rolling down his face, he crossed your look, this time not knowing how to comfort you. He looked purely traumatized.

He wished he could crawl to you and hold you, wipe off the blood on your face and let you cry in his arms.

You’ve seen things in your life, but never so much cruelty. After this ride that seemed like days, they came back.

They took your brother, you held a scream when they put him in their truck, you don’t know where they take him, if they’ll hurt him or kill him.

You just watched your best friends getting savagely executed before your eyes, they took your brother, and if it wasn’t enough, Negan doesn’t want Rick to look at him that way.

He takes Carl, you can’t take it anymore, you can’t lose everyone you care about the most in one night, it’ll can’t fall apart so easily.

He makes Carl lay on the ground, at first you thought he’d cut his arm after the lineup, “You don’t have to do this, please, we understand” Michonne begs, crying. You look up at her with red eyes.

“Oh I know, you understand, but he doesn’t.” He wanted Rick to cut Carl’s arm off. You were loosing your mind. Why him? Why not you?

You closed your eyes, Rick screamed, begging Negan to cut his arm and not Carl’s, you open your eyes, Rick’s axe up in the air as he yells, he was gonna do it, your eyes widened in fear when Negan stopped Rick, you let out a loud relieved sigh, sobbing, your head up to face the sky. The sky’s so blue, not a single cloud, the sun shining as your life falls apart.

Then they left, they left all of you there, all traumatized. Your face is frozen because of the amount of tears you relieved, your face is wet and sticky, you wipe the tears off your neck.

Maggie gets up, gosh she’s so strong, you get up to stop her, she wants to take care of Glenn’s body, you walked to her, the boys comforted her, saying they got this,

“Mags, please, you have to go with Sasha to the Hilltop, we’ve got this. I’ll see you soon.” Maggie looks at you, kissing your forehead before leaving with Sasha.

They put Abraham and Glenn’s bodies in the truck, you were alone, you saw the puddle of blood Glenn left, you’re exhausted. This night was too much emotions for your body, and it isn’t over, they have your brother and you are their slaves.

You simply break down, you let your body fall, you’re sitting on the ground, bursting into tears, your hand on your mouth to contain your interior screams as you hear Carl’s voice in your ear, you fall apart in his arms, you sob against his chest as he holds you like he never did before, holding you tight, you stain his shirt with tears, his hand on the back of your head, his other rubbing your back as he holds you back and forth, he cradles you like you’re a baby.

You let out the last tears you have, you’re so tired, you could just fall asleep right now, on the ground in his arms, under his touch and never wake up again.

“It’s okay, we’ll be okay, I promise you.” He obviously starts crying, this night was awful for the whole group, and seeing you like this makes things worst, he tried to comfort you but his tears fell down his cheeks, he closes his eyes, hearing you sobbing rips his heart out, he can hear the pain in your voice as you try to talk “I’m so tired.” you feel selfish rethinking about it, because he also was tired and heartbroken, but at that time you just weren’t thinking anymore.

You felt like a child having a crisis, “We have to go, (Y/N)” you looked up at him, he kissed your forehead, you decided yourself to go, you both helped each other getting up, you’re so tired you can’t even walk straight.

He helps you walk by holding you, you go in the car with Michonne, Aaron, Rosita and Eugene, you sit next to Carl, closing your eyes, resting on him, “They have Daryl, Carl…They have my brother…” you say, not being able to get a tear out of your eyes anymore “We’ll get him back, I promise he’ll come back to us, we’ve got this, (Y/N), you can rest now, we’ll get revenge."

You start sleeping a bit on the way back to Alexandria, sitting next to Aaron, he puts his hand on your knee to comfort you, Rosita being on the back of the truck, sitting alone. Michonne driving, Eugene next to her.

Home will never feel the same ever again.

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this is extremely sad but i’m going back to school in two days so i’m in an anxious depressed mood.

i really wanted to portray reader here as all of us watching this episode, lots of cries (truly so much crying in this) and someone with anxiety that would kind of dissociate from the scene because of the amount of emotions, and this feeling when you cried too much you just can’t do anything but fall asleep😫

listened to sparks of coldplay and family line of conan gray, I AM NOT OKAY.

anyways, rest in peace glenn and abe🍉❤️

#carl grimes #carl grimes x reader #carl grimes x y/n #carl grimes x you #reader insert #the walking dead

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sheyshocked · 1 year

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Even Healers Need Healing

Summary: Medic collapses after a battle and Heavy carries him home despite his protests that he can walk.

Fandom: Team Fortress 2

Ship: Heavy/Medic

Warnings: None

Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Canon-Typical Violence, Established Relationship, Medic Needs A Hug (Team Fortress 2), Carrying, Medic has trouble accepting help (Team Fortress 2)

Wordcount: 1,189

You can also read it on ao3!

The battle was won. Finally! Medic wiped away the sweat and blood that ran down his brow with a manic grin on his face, Übersaw heavy in his hand. He took much more beating than usual today. That’s what you get for getting separated from Misha early on, he thought. Not that he blamed anyone, it was worth it for the rush he felt when he sank his saw into the enemy’s flesh. So what if he took some damage himself?

He headed in the direction where he thought their base was. The whole arena was swimming before his eyes. But it was fine. He could take it. Just a few more steps…

It was then that he faltered and fell to his knees. His white coat, now covered with blood and grime, spread around him like broken bird wings. What a pathetic sight. He forced himself to try and get up as soon as he realized what just happened but to no avail. His injuries were wearing out on him. If only he had brought his Kritzkrieg! He could just take a whiff and everything would be fine. But like this…

C’mon, c’mon, up you go, verdammte!

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t move. Could hardly even think. Yet, he still struggled to get back on his unsteady feet, paying no mind to how bad it hurt, how nauseated it made him feel.

He always carried the entire team on his shoulders. Surely he could push himself to carry on just a little longer. What use was he otherwise?

He couldn’t let others see him like this. Weak and frail, a mere burden.

So of course he had to hear a familiar voice calling out to him in the distance. Just his luck. “DOKTOR!”

“Misha,” he rasped out. Usually, he would be elated to hear him. But not now. Goddamn, why did he have to be so… wonderful and infuriating at the same time?

Misha abandoned his precious gun (Medic’s heart throbbed – he knew just how much Sasha meant to the gentle giant) and ran straight toward him. He immediately started to check for wounds. Medic let out a watery chuckle. This was usually his responsibility, and he didn’t know what to do or think about someone treating him this way. Maybe he should be upset. He didn’t need anyone to coddle him like a child. But a tiny part of him (which he thought he had surgically removed a long time ago) had to admit it felt good, to have someone worry about him for a change.

“Doktor, what is wrong? Can you get up?”

“Ja, ja… just give me a second, would you?” Ludwig muttered, color rising to his cheeks, before making one last valiant attempt to rise again, only to fall back into the mud with gritted teeth. Everything around him was spinning wildly. He pressed a hand on his stomach, and it came back bloody.

Scheisse.

Heavy’s expression got even more tender. It was driving Medic crazy. Why was he looking at him like that? He wasn’t weak! He could go on, a sure thing he could. He always did. “Is all right. Heavy will help. Here. Hold on to me.”

With all the gentleness he could muster, being such a strong guy and all, he put Ludwig’s shaky arms around his neck as he prepared to hoist the man in his arms.

Once Medic’s brain caught up with what was going on, he started protesting. He never allowed Misha to pick him up like this, not even when there was no one around to see them. He would never allow anyone to challenge his masculinity like this. Not even his own lover. He wouldn’t be treated like some damsel in distress. “Wait, no. I’m more than capable of fending for myself, don’t worry about it, mein Lieber.”

Liar. But what was he supposed to tell him? The truth? Bah!

Heavy hesitated upon hearing this but didn’t let go. “Heavy never said Doktor cannot take care of himself. You are just injured and need a little help, is all. I can carry you back to the base. Is no problem.”

Of course it was a problem! The others would see! They would never let him live it down. He bristled, hissing: “I don’t need your help! Do you understand?”

He regretted it as soon as those words left his mouth. Oh no, no, no. Misha flinched away from him, a pained look on his face before he straightened his shoulders and set his jaw straight. The sight broke Medic’s heart. What has he done?

“Da. Good luck, then.” He turned around to leave. Ludwig panicked. He reached out to him, his vision getting even more blurry, but he just had to stop him. He would never forgive himself if he didn’t.

“Misha… wait! I apologize, I didn’t mean to be so rude. It’s just that,” he sighed. Admitting this hurt more than getting his teeth pulled out, and it wasn’t the good kind of pain. “I’m embarrassed about being carried around. Others are already making fun of me for not being a man enough.”

For a split second, he worried that Misha might actually leave him. And he wouldn’t hold it against him. It was his fault that he behaved like a complete Arschloch. But then, to his relief, Heavy turned around, eyebrows shot up.

“Not being man enough? You? Who says that? They have to be blind. And stupid.”

Medic chuckled. It was true he didn’t resemble a woman, not even by a long shot. He had wide shoulders and chest hairy enough for both of them, not to mention his height. But when standing next to Misha, one couldn’t help but draw comparisons. It was only natural.

“Compared to you, everyone is girly, Bärchen. It’s just the way it is.”

Heavy muttered something under his breath, maybe some Russian swear word he didn’t know yet, then knelt next to him. “Forget about them. If they want to laugh, let them laugh. Heavy will find them later and bash their heads open. If Doktor won’t do it first, of course.”

They exchanged a short smile like a promise. Oh how much did Ludwig love this obnoxious man, it was beyond comprehension. Heavy outstretched his arms towards him again, and this time, he didn’t fight it.

Not that it wasn’t a bit awkward at first. Finding the best way to wrap his arms around Misha’s bull neck was tricky. But then he picked him up without even breaking a sweat, and everything fell into place. Ludwig let his head loll onto his shoulder with a small, unsure smile on his face. It was… odd, but not bad odd. He was so used to carrying others (both literally and figuratively), he never considered someone being able to do it to him in return. Little terrifying. But also warm. Comfortable. Safe.

But that was nothing new. He always felt safe with Misha. His finest specimen. Silly Kuschelbär.

He felt him smile against the nape of his neck as he slowly drifted out of consciousness.

#team fortress 2 #heavymedic #tf2 #tf2 fanfiction #red oktoberfest #shey scribbles #hurt/comfort #tf2 heavy #tf2 medic

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Despite My Better Judgement

Summary: Your eccentric but kind hearted best friend tasks you with the duty of throwing “the best bachelorette party ever” in Wyoming of all places. An unexpected night with a brooding cowboy happens. (1.3k words)

Paring: Rhett Abbott x fem!reader (only thing mentioned is clothing)

Warnings: 18+ content, PIV (don’t interact if you’re a minor please and thank you), reader being insecure

A/N: This is my first work on my side writing blog. My first one, a top gun fic, is on my main blog. I think I’m gonna post all my ideas/writing on here. This is also my first time doing a reader insert. I also just want to say I see all of “my” characters as black (I plan on writing more stuff that outrightly depicts that) but anyone can read this. I think it is important for fellow black writers/writers of color to get support and have a space. Anyways I hope you guys like it. Please like, reblog, follow❤️

You are not boring nor stiff; you’re measured and pensive, two separate concepts. So when your best friend hints that her bachelorette party should be completely different from the one you had been planning, you can’t help but feel a spike anxious energy shiver up your spine.

Nature? Horses? Glam camping? Taking several born and raised city women (yourself included) to the backwoods of some Midwestern dude ranch was not for the faint hearted. But here you are are, adorned in a sparkly black cowboy hat and your best mini dress. Despite the lack of prep time and the initial shock of the idea, you’re actually having a good time.

“We need to get you laid,” Melody, the bride to be, giggles over the noise of the crowded bar. She fixes her white hat which stands out amongst the black ones of the rest of the bridal party.

“I thought this was a celebration of you becoming an honest woman. Not a plan to get someone to fuck me,” you down the rest your drink with a grimace.

Yeah it had been… some time. But it’s by choice!

“Why not both,” says Melody with a shrug as her eyes start dancing across the bar. “One night won’t kill you. God forbid you might actually meet someone you like.”

You roll your eyes. What’s the point of meeting someone kilometers away from your home base? Especially this late in the trip. Today was the second to last full day you and girls has in Wyoming. Plus the idea of going up to some guy and flirting was daunting.. even after the free drinks you’ve been giving (curtesy of nice patrons seeing the bridal party attire).

“I’m having a good time with just you guys. I mean how beautiful was the horse trail today,” You say, trying to change the subject quickly.

“That’s too bad you’re not up for it… sad eyes over there has been eyeing you for a minute,” Sasha chimes in, half nodding to the bar area to the left of table.

You find yourself sitting a little straighter, straining your neck to the left trying to discretely see what Sasha is talking about.

You make not do subtle eye contact with melancholy cerulean blue eyes slightly hidden by a big brown cowboy hat. You take in the boyish good looks and an obnoxious belt buckle. The staring is disrupted by him tipping his hat with a small smile.

Oh…

Melody let’s out a bit a of squeal and hits your arm.

“He’s cute. I recognize him from the rodeo we went to yesterday!"

She pats your arm encouragingly. You open your mouth, then close it. You know better than to try that. With a wave of your hand, you shut that down quickly.

After drinking some water after your drinks, you and Sasha excuse yourselves from the group to go to the bathroom.

“Maybe it’s tequila shots making me sappy but I wish you saw yourself the way others do,” Sasha sighs quietly as you both touch up your makeup.

You don’t really know how to respond to that. It’s not a new topic between you and friends. Your confidence is something you’re working on, but you still have moments where self-doubt can be all consuming. You squeeze Sasha’s hand hoping she realizes how much you appreciate her. How much appreciate all the girls, and this trip.

Her words continue to resonate in your head as you two leave the bathroom. Why wouldn't some that attractive be into you? You're a catch.

"I'm gonna go to the bar. Get a.... drink," you announce to the table. Melody raises an eyebrow with the knowing smile.

"Yeah, I think that's a good idea as well," she says as fixes your hair after you take your hat off, and picks a piece of glitter from your dress.

"There! Go get em tiger!"

While you're walking over, you remember why you don't do this. Your stomach feels like it is gonna fall out of your ass when you sit down at the stool next to the handsome cowboy. How do you even start a conversation?

You are taken out of your thoughts quickly.

"Nice boots," his voice is smooth and soft despite the bustling energy of the bar.

Instinctively, you look down at the black heeled cowboy boots you have on. Maybe he finds the obnoxious but albeit cute bedazzled MOH on the side endearing.

"Thanks. Nice belt?" it comes out more like a question than you intended. He smile grows as he laughs.

"Appreciate it sweetheart. I'm Rhett"

He holds his drink out as a toast and you clank your drink with his as you tell him your name.

There's a period of silence as you contemplate what you're about to do next. You're in a state you've never been to, talking to a hot guy you've never met before tonight, about to do something you never do. First time for everything. You lean over trying to avoid his hat, lowering your voice to a whisper

"I'm gonna go to restroom. Maybe in a couple minutes you can come give me a hand with my dress?"

You get up before he can even reply. Your body feels hot as you walk to the crowed unisex bathroom, praying its empty.

As you wait in the cramped bathroom, it hits you that you just positioned a guy you don't know to come and fuck you. And despite how you're wired, instead of being embarrassed, you hope he gets the hint.

The pacing around the tiny bathroom is interrupted by Rhett coming in and locking the door behind him. His hat is gone, revealing longish dark hair.

He walks over slowly, pressing you against the wall.

"This is okay right?"

Hands working their way to your waist, and you answer his question by putting one hand on the back of his neck and pulling him down to a sloppy kiss.

He groans in your mouth as one of his hand leaves your waist and squeezes your ass. His large, rough hand works it way under your dress. Long fingers tug on your underwear to the ride before rubbing your wet folds. You mutter a curse against his lips.

As his lips work down you neck, you start fiddling with his huge belt; distracted as he push one finger inside of you. You finally get inside his jeans, stroking him through his boxers. Rhett's eyes flutter at your actions.

"Do you have a condom?" you ask as your hips buck against his hand rubbing it against for clit.

You whine when he pulls his finger out, putting it in his mouth a hum. He fishes about condom out of his wallet then pushes down his jeans and boxers.

"Turn around"

A shiver runs up your spine at his voice. Authoritative and warm. You turn around, sticking your ass out in anticipation. There's light shuffling before you feel his tip poking at your wet cunt.

Rhett bottoms out inside of you as you both let out satisfied sighs. He lets you adjust to the way he stretches you out before fucking into you.

He pins one hand behind your back as you hold onto the wall with the other. All that takes over your brain is the sound of him going in and out you, and the lewd moans you both are making. You desperately push back against his thrust.

"Fuck you take me so well"

The warm feeling in the pit of your stomach grows; you come with with a cry of his name. He continues to thrust into you as you ride out the warmth of your orgasm.

Rhett lets go of your wrist, bringing both hands to your waist. He comes with your ass flush to him.

You feel like your body is floating as your stand up straighter. You feel a kiss on your shoulder, and turn around to his lips back on yours. The kiss is sweet.

"We should probably stop hogging the bathroom," you say with a smile against his lips.

You both get cleaned up in a tranquil silence. It takes you by surprise when Rhett turns to you with a shy smile.

"Ummm, do you think I could see you tomorrow?"

Well, going against your better judgement went well once... what's one more time.

#rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader #rhett abbott x female reader #outer range #black!reader #rhett abbott smut #my writing

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seth-burroughs · 1 month

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The Rain Code x Warriors au no one asked for nor will receive an explanation for

What's up I'm still doing bad and feel my last year's mystery stress sickness is coming back and none of my drafts are anywhere remotely close to getting finished anytime soon because of that how are you are you interested in cat

(picked the TPB timeline because it makes the most sense and has the most fitting characters, but I might cheat or bend it a little, we'll see)

Yuma Kokohead -> Rusty/Firestar

Main boy :) because of course he is. Yuma's now an orange cat. Firestar was the name of Number One, and Rusty (canonically Fire's old house cat name, I'm not calling them kittypets I'm sorry) was the name of the trainee he very politely borrowed his identity for.

Makoto Kagutsuchi -> Scourge

In wc canon, Scourge is also Firestar's half-brother (but they don't ever knooow) and they both kill each other + he's canonically stated to be VERY short like one of the smallest cats in the series. After the cloning, Makoscourge painted his fur completely black except for a one white paw (for the aesthetics. or maybe I'll just give Fire a white paw as well, kinda like Yuma's and Makoto's lil ahoges), started wearing the "OwO" mask, the dog tooth studded shrimp color collar, the fucking blood dyed amv bangs, the dog tooth reinforced claws........ The former CEO took him to hot topic for the first time in his life and he was fucking MESMERIZED none of them knew what they have brought upon themselves by this single act. He is a very silly man, lost in the whimsy. When his mask gets pulled off in the Mystery Labirynth, his face is just not dyed at all and it's just ginger with green eyes just like Rusty's/Firestar's/Yuma's/whatever.

Shinigami -> Spottedleaf

In canon, Spottedleaf does infamously end up haunting Firestar's dreams as a ghost to send him cryptic visions and furiously make out with him in front of his pregnant wife, he did have a crush on her before she died and I'm pretty sure she was retconned into reciprocating it was real bad and then they double killed her so Fire won't have to choose between her and his wife in heaven it was REAL bad uhh. I still like her though. I can get you out of the narrative girl just take my hand.... She can be the weirdgirl incarnate she was always meant to be. I wanted to say something else but then I realized holy shit I'm just tweaking her into Bonefall rewrite Spottedleaf am I... What can I say it IS peak Spottedleaf.

Yomi Hellsmile -> Tigerstar

Also extremely obvious. He is evil and has immaculate sexual tension between the protag whoops sorry I forgot literally only me and like 2 other people here ship Yuma and Yomi uhh anyway. While it does fit I'm a little dissapointed that Yomi/Tigerstar is gonna be losing so much of his cringe charm..... Like, say goodbye to deeply unserious insecure prettyboy toothpick Yaoi with silly little insults such as "umbrella sewing machine man operating hand hook car table" and how do I even describe all of this in less than 3 paragraphs. Say hello to broad-shouldered muscular extremely intimidating 100% serious and competent fascist built like a fucking brick shithouse with very broad-shoulders that doesn't need a henchman boytoy to handle all his numerous murders, have I mentioned his massive fucking broad shoulders, Firestar sure did do that a lot. It's like, where's the fun..... Whatever.... I guess...........😔😔😔

Martina Electro -> Leopardstar

Now for an assigned role I'm way more cool with >:)))) for an outrageously long while I had trouble with whether Martina should be Sasha or Goldenflower, fool I was, until I remembered Leopardstar fucking exists. She is literally perfect like I cannot state this enough. AND canonically she was later retconned to have feelings for Tigerstar but I hate to acknowledge it how dare you massacre Lep like that. She can still be his gf alongside vice director though, she's just engaging in acts of deceit whilst putting opioids in his food and trying her darndest to convince herself she's actually 100% in control of the situation before she's dragged to the cube dimension and has a brief "are we the baddies" moment. I don't think she still resigns from being a peacekeeper though Leopardstar 100% would take that fucking promotion the moment she's offered it and a year later when she' done feeling guilty regresses back into being a violent asshole she has learned NOTHING❤️

Fake/Hitman Zilch -> Darkstripe

So many dissapointments happening here sigh..... This one was obvious and honestly the only valid option for FZilch aside from maybe Nightwhisper or Blackfoot? Anyway, the downsides: one, Darkstripe will never be as cool as fake Zilch he thrives on being a cringe mistreated lickspittle. Two, he's definitely not one of Tigerstar's "closest advisors (🏳️‍🌈)" whilst Dark is pretty obsessed Tiger does not give a shit and considers him a looooooser boooo lameee fuck you *canonically swats him away with his tail that one scene*. But, I mean, at least the toxic yaoi became an entire new category of toxic.

Swank Catsonell -> Brokenstar

Pure vibes. It just fits. He employs small children and makes them fight to the death in his office for glory

Seth Burroughs -> Longtail

In canon, another one of Tigerstar's lackeys that didn't know about his crimes and when he found out he immediately left. I thought he was not evil enough to be Seth at first, but it kinda fits and he does make up for it in his cringe value and being noted to be a coward, though that may have been just Fire's opinion. Also, with all the bunny Seth Burrows jokes, I'd like to mention Longtail got his eyes clawed by a rabbit so hard he went blind so do with that what you will

Guillaume Hall -> Russetfur

Aaaand this is where I started having trouble with the remaining peacekeepers. Eventually I settled on Russetfur & Blackfoot/Blackstar for Guillaume and Dominic, because I like this danger duo I and some of the fandom completely made up about them. It's okay, the authors don't know you like we do...... While Blackstar did have a higher rank and Russet was his deputy, I do think she still had at least an equal amount of power as him, they're buddies pair bonded for life Blackstar is nodding respectfully to whatever incomprehensible wisdom she's sharing

Dominic Fulltank -> Blackfoot/star

In canon, started out as a murderous henchman of two major equally murderous evil dictators, before they both died and he finally got that boss promotion he always wanted, then he got ruined by the, you guessed it, retcons, but I don't like to be reminded of his atrocity of a novella. I always imagined Blackstar as like, unbelievably jacked holy shit the muscles on that cat, (and honestly most of the fandom does too so. lmao) and he does indeed canonically unflinchingly do the dirty work of all his bosses such as killing and maiming and destroying an

You get the point. He serious'd. Darkstripe wishes he could be him. And I'm pretty sure that was even canonically implied in the sixth book lmaooooooooo. Loser <3

Dr. Huesca -> um. Goosefeather?

The looks definitely fit, Dr. Huesca indeed bears striking resemblance to that tortured feline. However, while sometimes an asshole, Goose is definitely not evil... But he could be. He deserves to be. As a treat. Also: old man pride

Kurumi Wendy -> Cinderpaw/pelt

Easy, get Cinder'd idiot. They even have a pretty similiar energy too, I feel. This is where I got a bit tired, uhh...It's 11pm. Anyway I love Cinder and I love Kurumi say anything bad about them and I'll start scream crying on the floor

Halara Nightmare -> Yellowfang

Halara gets the old beam. They're now in their fucking 60s or something perhaps 70s. Yellowfang, on the other hand, gets the non-binary spec beam. She already gave off massive butch vibes in canon already, whatever. I don't think I can uhh in short terms explain Yellowfang's whole deal rn but the gist of it she's a very snarky grandma figure to Fire that gradually warmed up to him while she was- my cat vomited. While he was assigned to take care of her while she was taken prisoner into ThunderClan camp. Her personality's pretty funky. And she does seem cool enough in order to deserve to be Halara Nightmare.

Desuhiko Thunderbolt -> Graystripe

I think I'm taking a break and coming back to this tomorrow actually after all. Hello this is tomorrow Jasper. In canon, Graystripe is Fire's silly goofy boybestie when they're young, then he starts secretly dating Silverstream - hold on i can't fuvking take tjis im making myself hot cocoa again bye. Ok it's done let's see if that makes me feel something. As I was saying he's dating this cat and she's from a rival Clan so that's illegal forbidden love and then she dies during childbirth and he leaves his own Clan for a while to raise their babies there but then he gets exiled and goes back to his own and then his kids almost get publically executed for being half-clan so he and his buddies rescue them. And then he gets abducted by humans and meets this new gal called Millie and they start dating and then she gives birth to his new babies and then a tree falls on one of them. I'm pretty sure Fire was also pretty gay for that guy. Uh, anyway. I think he fits the bill because of his goofy charm but also it's pretty disturbing to imagine any iteration of Desuhiko actually getting bitches

Fubuki Clockford -> um. uh. Silverstream?

Silverstream, in canon, is the only daughter of Crookedstar, the leader of RiverClan, and is (implied to not having a problem with) getting various privileges because of this. Fits with Fubuki's rich timelord parents, plus light blue aesthetic, and a few other things which are hard to articulate. Only thing is that she's generally way more headstrong and impulsive than Fubuki showed to be, could "bend her father to her will with little effort", and disrespects the law if it's stupid to her which, queen shit. I think she'll play a lot of little pranks with her time powers, and devote her free time/time with YumaRusty when he's accused of terrorism crimes (but that's just unrestrained summer fun anyway) to absolutely decimate any peacekeepers they come across with some looney tunes shit

Vivia Twilight -> I'll be honest I have no fucking idea

Zero fucking idea. Literally NOBODY in this arc fits for the 5D chess of a character Vivia is. I'm not even sure if in any of the books. Help me. But also I don't really care because I don't even like Vivia at all anyway he freaks me out get him away from me.

Yakou Furio -> Bluestar?

Protag mentor figure except Bluestar is actually doing a good job at that until she loses her marbles after her mid-arc torment gauntlet and has a corruption arc until she drowns and gets healed of all her issues momentarily before fucking dying. She has a dead husband, dead mom, dead sister, dead baby, dead deputy, dead deputy #2, dead bestie, holy shit that's a lot of motives for suicidemurdering Huesgoose. Btw Goose was her weird voice of god hearing uncle in canon (and he was also dead) but I'm probably taking it out unless. Anyway she's kinda too good for Yakou but. They're also both blue like that is a blue cat

And for some side characters, keyword some:

Aiko -> Littlepaw/cloud

Aetheria's now not an all girls school anymore sorry I cannot do this guys. Littlecloud was Cinder's/Kurumi's good buddy and I like their friendship. Unfortunately, you know what that means.

Karen -> Swiftpaw

Originally was supposed to have Aiko's place before I remembered Little exists. In canon his most notable moment was dying brutally, which I mean also fits the Karen quota. Plus, while not an asshole per se he does have a more fiery/overall angry personality and he did try to impulsively take on a pack of dogs to prove himself and fucking died, if under enough pressure I'm pretty sure he could smash Aiko's/Littlepaw's head in with a brick too👍👍

Yoshiko, Waruna, Kurane -> Brackenpaw/fur, Thornpaw/claw, Brightpaw/heart?

Siblings in canon and two of them are guys so no murderous yuri I guess :(( But I mean I don't have to follow canon to a T anyway lmao so we'll see. In canon, basically the other three remaining apprentices along with Swiftpaw and the ashfern siblings, plus they do function as a trio via just being sibs. Plus some notes from the books: Cinder is the fourth sibling. Brightpaw follows Swiftpaw in his quest to slay the doggy and while he dies she survives but gets her eyeball and half of her entire face's fur torn off.

Real Zilch -> Redtail

He's very dead. Very, very dead. His most iconic moment was dying abruptly and tragically via murder rip in rest

Kei Colan -> Snowkit

He is a child. That's a little boy

Snowkit, signing furiously: MY MAMA GOT FRAMED AND IS GOING TO BE PUBLICALLY EXECUTED BY THE PEACEKEEPERS IF NOTHING IS DONE PLEASE HELP MEEEEEEEEEEEE. HELP MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Yellowfang, signing back in swagful motions: and how much cash does your mama have on her currently

Jiei Colan -> Speckletail

Snowkit's very old mama. Looks like she could kill you but genuinely does not have a body count. Yet.

Ramen Stand Owner -> Ravenpaw

Ravenpaw in canon hit the bricks and ran away from the Clans due to being in danger there, and lived out the rest of his days on a farm with his cowboy boyfriend Barley mostly free of drama. I'd say that fits lmao. We can make his old name Rusty, not a problem.

Margulaw -> Pinestar

90 year old voice "yeah so uhh my fucking son grew up to be a dictator now. When he was a newborn ghosts were yelling at me to kill him because he'll grow up to be a bad man otherwise and of course like any sane kanaiwardian father I said "fuck that" and had to leave ma' family behind run away from the company so the demons would shut up. And y'know little buddy... Sometimes I wonder. Sometimes I just can't help but. Y'know. Anyway. Sigh."

Do you get my vision did that sound comprehensible

#mine #rain code #warrior code au #<- oh hey thats an actual thing in wc lmao.#Not tagging any of those characters hell nooo.#the i did not proofread this tag

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Mental Hospital AU! Yandere! Attack on Titan x Female Reader

Chapter 16- Break In

How on earth did it happen? Her whole leg was bleeding to the point it hurt crazy. Y/N hissed as Krista poured a liquid to help heal her wound.

”Y/N this is a pretty bad cut.. are you sure you are okay to go out tonight?” Krista asked.

”I’m alright.. god this is such bad timing too!” Y/N said whilst looking at her leg. “I need to make sure we all get home safely too-“

”Get your ass down right now.” Ymir said whilst sitting her back down. “I’ll take care of these two and you know I will.”

”But-“

”Don’t worry! We’ll get you a bottle of wine for you!” Sasha said. “I’m sure Eyebrows won’t mind if it’s just the three of us.”

”One of us should stay to help Y/N though! I feel like it’s rude if we don’t.” Krista said.

”N-no no it fine. You guys can go out without me. I promise that I won’t move around as much.” Y/N muttered.

”Your cut should heal by tomorrow if you actually listen to me. Don’t move.” Ymir ordered.

“Fine. Don’t worry about me, okay?” Y/N asked.

“It’s going to be so hard when I see you like this, Y/N!” Krista said unhappily. “I’ll try to think less about it.”

”Same. If you need us, give a call.” Sasha insisted.

Y/N sat with her leg laid upon a footrest and watched as her friends waved goodbye. Looking around the room, she grabbed her phone and texted Erwin about the incident.

”Okay.. all I have to do is make sure I don’t move.” Y/N said to herself as she sat still and began scrolling through her phone.

A loud thump woke her up as Y/N sat up from her sleeping position and and opened her eyes to meet the same grey eyes she saw that afternoon.

Opening her mouth to scream or call for help, Levi had covered it with his cold, bloody hand.

”I’ll let go if you don’t scream. Got it?” Levi asked.

Y/N could only nod quickly and watch as he slid his hand off. Levi backed up a bit but still towered over her. He looked at her leg and saw it covered.

”What happened to it?” Levi bluntly asked.

”I cut myself..” Y/N said.

He continued to look at her leg until he looked back at her scared face.

“I just wanted to talk with you about something.” Levi explained

“Seriously?! You could’ve told me the next time I saw you!” Y/N whisper yelled. “You’re going to be sent back and I’ll be in so much trouble!”

”I know. Unless you be quiet.” Levi suggested.

”I’ll get fired and even worse, be sent to jail. For what? For keeping a mentally unstable patient in my apartment!” Y/N said.

”I didn’t think this out okay!” Levi yelled angrily before sighing. “Listen, you left the door open and I used a filthy fork from the canteen to break free from my handcuffs.”

“What?!” Y/N asked in shock.

”I got your address from the files on the computers that weren’t turned off and left.” Levi continued. “It said which room you lived at so I came here and now I’m here.” Levi said whilst crossing his arms.

”Talk then.” Y/N shakily said.

”I’m not going to kill you.” Levi said explained.

”Are you fucking serious?!” Y/N whisper screamed.

”What? What happened?” Levi asked confused.

”You broke out just to tell me you won’t kill me!?” Y/N asked. “I already knew that you wouldn’t! How are you going to get back now?!”

”I’m not going back to that shitty place.” Levi said. “I just escaped, I won’t do that.”

”If you don’t then I’ll be in jail!” Y/N said before rubbing her temples. “Sasha, Krista and Ymir will also get in trouble..”

There was silence as the two just looked away from each other. It was either Levi’s Freedom or Y/N’s Safety.

”Fine. I’ll go back.” Levi said before walking to the door.

”What?” Y/N said as she looked up and saw Levi near the door. “How can I trust you?”

”Don’t worry Y/N. I’ll make sure you see me tomorrow.” Levi said before smirking at her and leaving.

Y/N sat there looking at the ground in absolute fear. She was going to jail sooner or later. But she’d be safe if she told Erwin or some higher up.. then again, Levi promised he’d get back.

What would happen..?

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