#POV you try to ask a simple question to me but when the dam breaks then the dam breaks

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hi kane !! if u were in charge of writing the story for a cars 4 movie, what would u want it to be about ? 🤔 (@dmclr)

Ouughh. Ohhmgugish. I don't know why I'm like all "you're asking ME??🤧"

GENIUNELY NO ONE IS OBLIGATED TO READ THIS. I know the whole "I yap a lot" thing sometimes but this is geniunely like a rediculous length. I mean no one is obligated to read any of my posts but yknow.

I need like two read more bars for this post yall. I don't know why I'm yapping so much. In case it wasn't clear I had a lot to say here and thank you for asking me this(<- more thankfulness filled than I can properly express at the moment, so sorry). I didn't proof-read much of this I'm so sorry if it's like incoherent and has the punctuation of the "I'm eating, Grandma" vs "I'm eating Grandma" grammar tool.

Okay I'm like. Blaming the fact I messed up my sleep schedule and it's 11:27pm and I just woke up like an hour and a half ago and I side-tracked myself like absolutely crazy but keep side-tracking myself into different rants or tangents so it is just a forever increasing ramble, but TL;DR, I actually prefer media that is dead or left alone because I get so anxious when new stuff comes out cause I'm afraid of what they'll do to my faves or if they'll butcher them or add slap-stick love interests, etc., and when Cars on the Road came out(idk how aware people are that it exists), I spent the whole first watch through not really enjoying and savoring it cause I was so anxious over what was gonna happen that I spent the whole time making sure it was 'safe' and I wasn't going to have a pit in my stomach. Which, it turned out lovely and I actually have some things from it that I super love and adore, but I have actually unironically predicted my F/Os so strongly(among other listful factors) that I'd rather them finally put it to rest before it starts getting into beating a dead horse territory, cause I don't know if there's really much of anything left for them to expand on anyway.

My serious answer?: I'm not entirely sure, but I would enjoy seeing them just expand on some more smaller stuff, and I'd like it better if they didn't try to do 'revivals' of characters from past movies(ily Chick but Cars 3 was a bitttt of some injustice to you), I know they're supposed to be more action-y movies but I love slice of life stuff and I'd totally just watch an hour and forty minutes of Lightning just like playing around Radiator Springs or something(every Cars game ever). Though my ultimate ideal scenario is just none at all.

My slightly less serious answer that probabblyyy isn't gonna happen but the odds are never zero(he says humorously)?: They should spend the whole time doing documentary style movie about how it would've gone if I was in the previous movies +sketches/storyboards or reanimated scenes of small moments but I'm thrown in there. ALL IM SAYING IS Cars 2 would've been SO funny if I was in it okay. Would've been exhausted running around the entirety of Europe(+like US and Japan for a moment) nearly the entire time and someone watching would've been sick to their stomach cause the movie WOULD CONCLUDE with it all ending via the power love, and I'm not sorry. Would've had my 'Mary Sue' moment of like nearly every major(and some minor) cast role having SOME sort of feelings for me, most typically romantic. And it being reciprocated. You want an action movie?? There, now tell me THAT ain't action-packed. I refuse to believe the outcome of anything would be predictable. Every last interaction is gonna leave the viewers asking "what the HELL is going on and what will happen next". Pixar(and Disney) I am right here but it's okay if ur busy cause I'm busy too.

The stuff under the cut is basically the same thing I said here(mostly focused on my 'serious' answer bit), but veryy elaborated upon, so it's fairly lengthy. PUTTING MY PHONE DOWN AND HITTING POST NOW BEFORE I SOMEHOW ADD MORE. BUT THANK YOU THNAK YOU FOR ASKING THIS I DIDNT THINK I WOULD WRITE AN ACTUAL ESSAY I AM SO SORRY.

I don't know how much I really mention this, cause I think it a lot but I don't wanna like drive my blog viewers nuts if I say it so much over and over again, but I get like so anxious over whenever knew stuff or content of my F/Os come out believe it or not! There was only like.. one or two medias in the past where I was actually like.. excited whenever the person posted new stuff! Somehow I've had the luck of most things that I F/O from are dead upload-wise. I get so anxious that it'll go down hill(especially if the media has been going on for a while now, which.. Cars starting in 2006 I'd count that) cause I've watched some shows just go downhill or randomly butcher characters or add slap-stick romantic interests that it just makes me far too anxious!! Honestly, I thought Cars WAS finished and through with, but for whatever reason there was the release of Cars on the Road(don't know how many people know of that) and DONT GET ME WRONG I LOVED IT and I still do and think about it fairly often, I actually really really love and adore some of the qualities they expanded on with Mater and Lightning but that's a whole thing for another time probably-, but what I didn't enjoy was being so anxious over it that when it came out I practically spent my whole first watch through making sure that it was 'safe' and something wasn't going to happen that makes me feel like I swallowed a rock and my stomach sinks. Which thankfully didn't happen at all, I loved how it turned out and still rewatch it occasionally, I think they nailed it, but I didn't like the so nervous experience I had in the first place😅

I've heard some people talk about someone who did an interview with someone who supposedly works on the Cars stuff about how they still had stuff in mind they wanted to do with the characters, I'm HOPING I don't somehow jinx myself wildly but honestly I'd muchhh rather prefer it just gets dropped and they let Cars just be what it is for now. Sometimes I question if they just do this stuff because they milk a crazy amount of money out of how well the diecasts sell, which is why they have so many one-off diecasts like the off-roading ones or the glow in the dark ones, or just random sorts of themes. Which, entire tangent for another day, can't BELIEVE they put Jackson anywhere CLOSE do a dirt racing series even if it was just the diecast. But anyway.

TO ACTUALLY ANSWER YOU QUESTION... I'm not super sure!!! I've heard some people talk about seeing more stuff about how Cruz and Lightning race together would be interesting, I think I'd prefer something like that as opposed to a revisit of characters from previous movies or such(ily Chick but they tampered your voice in Cars 3 and I'd argue your personality a bit as well), truthfully I'm not super sure, I've never thought about it so much before!! They should include me in the movie(/hj). Truthfully, normally each movie has been sort of centered around Lightning having some sort of character development arc he has to go through, I'm not sure what else he could be put through! Don't get me wrong, he's absolutely not a perfect character, which is what makes characters so enjoyable in the first place, but he doesn't have as big of a staple thing to go through like he did in the first movie where he was a "I can do it all by myself" i-use-my-ego-to-hide-my-feelings rookie. I don't entirely like how the third movie took it truthfully, with the whole "McQueen is getting older..😢😥..how will he still race?!" Cause like one of the staple differences between F1 and NASCAR is that so many NASCAR racers(especially if they made it good) stay racing until they are like in their 60s+ or their hairs are graying(which, arguably could happen whenever but for the sake of my point, stereotypical age-related graying). And Lightning is like in his mid-30s in the third movie at the LATEST. So I don't know what any of that was about. I know there was the whole new gen of racers thing but he honestly wasn't doing too bad keeping up with them until things got into his head and he freaked himself out(on top of the crash, and the like. Literal depression he falls in to). And then there's the whole thing of he actually had it in him the win the last race in the movie at the Flordia 500 blah blah blah but he wanted to switch out with Cruz so she could have her moment, which, I'm not entirely ecstatic over how they paced Cruz's development, I wish they let it marinate a bit more but I get they had crunch-time in the movie.

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Chapter 11 - Therapy, Puppies, and Game Night

Lennox POV

It's been a week since I told moms that they were...well, my moms. Mom has fully moved in and Eliza went back to Midvale. It's been nice having both moms home from work still.

I haven't been verbal for most of the week except for answering their simple questions.

I just haven't had the energy to carry a conversation. I know that they both understand, but I can tell it's making them sad. I miss talking to them, I'm just afraid once I start talking, the emotional dam I've built will break and I'm scared for that to happen.

I haven't thought a lot about what Joe did to me at the warehouse. I blacked out and woke up when he was finishing. That thought alone sends shivers down my spine.

I'm grateful mom and mama have been patient. I just wish I knew how to explain to them what I went through without being an emotional wreck and not making sense. If I don't make sense, it's less valid what I went though. At least that's what I learned from Lillian and Joe. Whenever I would get emotional and would stutter or hesitate, they would cut me off and didn't even care.

I know this would probably be different with my moms, but again, it's starting the conversation that I'm nervous about.

"Lennox? Baby you okay? Your heart is beating really fast, love. What's going on?" Mom asks me while she sits next to me on the couch.

"Huh? Oh sorry, it's nothing." I say brushing it off, not wanting to break down.

"Len, we know you're not wanting to talk about anything right now, which is totally okay and we will be here when you are, but whatever is taking up your thoughts 24/7 is eating you alive, baby. We can see how hard you are fighting to push it down. That's not healthy for your mental state and that ends up effecting your physical state. Maybe telling us what happened would help with your nightmares?" Mama suggests, running her hand up and down my back.

I can feel tears threatening to fall.

"Baby, we are here for you. We won't judge. You haven't slept in 3 days, baby. You can tell us how much or how little you want. We hate watching it consume you, honey. It's okay to let it out." Mama says kissing my temple and this causes my tears to fall.

She immediately puts me on her lap and holds me. Mom starts wiping my tears and kisses my forehead.

"H-he hurt me, mama." Is all I manage to croak out. This makes mama's tears fall as well as mom's.

After a couple of minutes of all of us crying, I muster up some courage to start telling them. They're right. It's consuming my mind and making my nightmares unbearable. I haven't slept in 3 days. I haven't been sleeping with Moms because I didn't want to wake them, but mom's superhearing always managed to let them know I wasn't sleeping. They have come in almost every night, trying to comfort me. I was too scared to even talk to them but their touch and loving affirmations always helped. They deserve to know what happened.

"After Lillian was finished injecting me with the serum, she left the room. I had started remembering my kidnapping more and more and realized Joe was the one to take me. His voice creeped in my mind when I began to remember. Next thing I know, he's standing in front of me in the room." I pause and wipe my cheeks. I take a deep breath and feel mom's hand on my back, under my shirt. At first, this makes me jump but I immediately lean into her.

"He said, 'Lillian never instructed what I could and couldn't do. We're gonna have some fun, my little Lennox.' I knew exactly what that meant. When I was living with him, he took advantage of me a few times. I was bracing myself, but this time was much worse than the last times." I take another shaky breath and this time mama is kissing my head, letting her tears fall, almost as if she's bracing to hear what's coming.

"H-he took out his hunting knife that he always has on him, and started to cut my restraints. I was in immense pain already from the serum so it's not like I could fight him or try to get away. Once the ropes came off my arms, he started to cut my shirt open. I could smell his breath and hear his laugh. He threw my shirt on the ground and made his way i-into my p-pants. He was gripping my arm and my waist really hard that I started to black out. I eventually did black out. I woke up to him...finishing." I see mom's eyes glowing a bit and mama's jaw is tightened.

When they see my face a bit frightened, their faces immediately soften and their angry eyes turn into tearful ones.

"He punched my jaw, making me pass out again. I woke up in the DEO." I finish, barely getting the last words out.

They didn't say anything for a while. Mom took me into her lap, hugging me tightly. Mama was holding my hand and seemed lost in her thoughts. We kind of look alike when we zone out.

"I'm sorry. I know that was hard to hear. I avoided telling you guys for so long because I just didn't know how to start telling you what happened. And that this wasn't even the first time." I say into mom's chest making her sit me up.

"No. Lennox, none of this is your fault. We appreciate you wanting to protect us, but honey...what happened to you was not in any way your fault. Joe is what we call a pedophile. Pedophiles are sick individuals who prey and take advantage of children's innocence. You are a victim. We can't even imagine how hard it was for you just now to tell us what you went through. It makes me very angry that a sick man, hurt my daughter in the way he did. And he hurt you multiple times. But, we don't love you any less. In fact, we love you more if that's even humanly possible. You are so strong. It may not feel like you are, but you are here in our arms, a survivor of one of the worst things any person can ever go through. I am so proud of you. You still manage to be this awesome kid, who loves with all her heart and wants to protect others. I wish I had half the courage you have, my love. You are truly the best parts of mama and I. And much more. You are greater than anything Supergirl could hope to be." She finishes, hugging me tight and kissing my forehead.

I see mama sit up a bit and she holds my face in her warm hands.

"Lennox, my love. Everything Kara said is true. I am so sorry that you had to go through this, multiple times. I can't...I can't even imagine how scared and confused you must've been. I wish I would've been there to stop him. I'm also very angry at him. He had no right violating and hurting my daughter in that way and he will be punished for it." She wipes my tears with her thumbs.

"I'm very proud of you for having courage to tell us. You amaze me every day, baby. But I want you to know that a trauma like this, might take a while to heal and process. And that is perfectly okay." Mama pauses.

"You will have some days where you won't even think about it. There will be other days where it's all you're thinking about. Don't pressure yourself into thinking that you have to be okay for us, for grandma or for anyone else who loves you. This was a huge step in the right direction. The next thing we could do, is find you a therapist that you trust and will feel comfortable around. Aunt Kelly is a therapist but won't be able to see you because it's what's called a conflict of interest. Since she is family, they recommend you talk to someone outside of the family because it can help you open up a bit more. We can talk to her to find some recommendations of therapists you can talk to. If that is what you want." She adds.

"I know it's a lot to think about and you don't have to make your mind up right now. When everything was happening with Lex and learning more about Lillian and how she kept me from knowing about my biological mother and what she was doing to you in CADMUS, I started seeing a therapist. I still see her about once a month. She has helped me immensely. So if I, a Luthor, can benefit from therapy, then you also, my love, can thrive from it. You can think about it, okay?" She finishes and I nod.

I am still in mom's lap and mama is holding my hands. It's nice to feel their touch without having to ask. They just know that I love it. And need it.

"I think I want to do it. If you feel it will help, I want to. I love talking to you guys, but sometimes I still feel ashamed. Maybe talking to someone who doesn't know me will be easy for me." I say making them smile.

"I am amazed at the Luthor smarts both my girls have. You impress me everyday, Lennox Luthor-Danvers." This makes my face light up as well as mama's.

"I love you so much mom. And you, mama. I never knew how good it feels to be loved. I love when you hug me and kiss me. And even tickle me to the point of not being able to breathe." I say before looking at mom and mama with wide eyes and jumping off the couch to run away.

Both of them are chasing me making me squeal with anticipation. Mom cheats and uses her super speed to catch me and she lifts me in the air. She then levitates with me so we are off the ground. This makes me laugh and scream a bit making her laugh. She puts us back on the ground and then throws me gently on the couch. Mama then starts tickling me, without hurting me, and blows raspberries on my belly. Mom joins her and starts tickling my armpits and ribs.

"HEEEEY! AHAHA STAHHHHP!" I say laughing.

"Never!" They say continuing to tickle me.

I eventually find my way to the ground and try to take cover. They start laughing and lay down next to me on each side. We are all on our backs, out of breath, smiling.

"I have missed that laugh, little one." Mom says kissing my cheek.

"I've missed laughing." I admit blushing.

"We love you so much, Lennox. We will never stop showing you how much we love you, baby girl." She wraps her arm under me and pulls my forehead into her lips.

Mom's stomach growling interrupts the moment making us laugh even more.

"I'm hungry! Let's order pizza!" She says getting up to order. I put my arm out for her to help me up and she pulls me into her body, hugging me tightly.

Mama gets up and joins our hug. They peck each other's lips, making me smile. I love how much they love each other.

After we eat and watch Beauty and the Beast, we all get ready for bed.

I walk to their doorway and ask, "Would it be okay if I slept with you?"

Next thing I know, I'm grabbed by mom using her super speed and plopping me in the middle.

"We thought you'd never ask, cuddle bug." Mama says kissing my cheek.

"Yeah but this time, I get to cuddle her." Mom says.

"No, no. It's my turn. You got her last time."

"No I didn't! You did!"

I roll my eyes at their banter and cuddle into mom since I'm facing her and she smiles in victory at mama. Mama wraps her arm around my stomach, pulling me more into her. They are crazy. But I love them.

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Kara POV

I wake up to the smell of pancakes and hear laughter. I realize I'm the only one left in bed. I walk into the kitchen seeing Lena and Lennox dancing with spatulas covered in batter, making a mess. Lena has batter on her cheek and Lennox has some on her arms. I smile watching them for a while before joining them.

"Thank you, loves, for making my favorite!" I say kissing Lennox's forehead and then kissing Lena's lips.

We sit down at the table and eat and chat.

"Hey, what do you think about having the super friends over for a game night? It's been a while since we've all had one." Lena suggests.

"Yeah, we totally should! I miss playing games. Does that sound fun, Len?" I ask before eating another pancake.

"Uh-I don't really know how to play any games, but I'll watch!" She says a bit defeated.

"You, my girl, are a Luthor. You'll pick it up in no time! Kara and I will teach you!" Lena says, holding her hand.

"You are also a Danvers. And Danvers' always win!" I say lifting my fork up with a pancake on it, making them laugh.

After we cleaned up and got ready for the day, we decided to spend some time outside. Lennox hasn't fully seen the sun since Midvale and it always makes me feel better to feel sunlight.

We come across a dog park and we see Lennox's eyes light up. She runs into the gated area and starts playing with all the dogs. Some chasing her and her throwing the ball for them. Lena and I share a look of understanding that we are probably getting a dog.

It makes me so happy to watch her be a kid. A normal 12 year old girl. A big golden retriever knocks her down on the ground and starts licking her face making her giggle. Lena and I can't help but tear up a bit while laughing at seeing our daughter this happy.

She comes running over to us and says, "Moms, do you think we could-."

"Yes." We say at the same time making Lennox squeal and jump into Lena's arms and then into mine.

"Oh thank you thank you thank you! You guys are the best! I promise to take care of them and feed them and exercise them." She says at the end in a serious tone.

"Lennox, baby that's great. But we will help you. I've been wanting a dog for a while now too so don't worry about taking full responsibility okay?" I say holding her face.

"Okay. Thank you, mom." She smiles back.

We continue our walk back to the penthouse.

"I think want to rescue a dog. Like you guys rescued me! There's so many dogs that need a home and need to be loved." Lennox says.

I see Lena smile and tears brim in her eyes. Same with me. She's so sweet to be thinking of dogs that were like her. In her same situation.

"I think that's a great idea, love. You truly are amazing, you know that?" Lena asks, pulling Lennox into her, kissing her temple.

"Why don't we go look tomorrow? We can go buy all the things we need. Toys, beds, water and food bowls, food, leash, and a collar? Does that sound okay?" I ask her and she nods vigorously in excitement.

We eventually get back to the penthouse, having stopped for ice cream on our way back. The super friends are coming at 6:00 and it's now 3:30. Lennox is probably a little worn out from our walk considering she's still underweight and isn't used to walking that much.

"Are you going to take a nap, baby?" I ask her.

"Yeah, I'm pretty tired." She says yawning making me laugh.

"Okay, we'll come wake you up in a bit, okay?"

"Okay, love you." She pads into her room.

"Love you more!" Lena and I say.

Lena is working on some emails from L-Corp while I catch up on some Catco articles. I love having super speed. I finish up in about 45 minutes.

"So Alex and Kelly are bringing Chinese food and potstickers, Brainy and Nia are bringing drinks, and we are in charge of dessert. I think Winn and James are bringing a pizza too." I say to Lena as she finishes up.

"Okay, sounds like a plan. What dessert should we make?" She replies.

"Well I'm thinking of a couple of sweet things I'd like to eat." I reply cheekily.

"Kara!" She whisper screams.

"Just being honest, my love!" I say kissing her lips which she melts into. It becomes a deeper kiss like the first night we admitted our love to each other. Except this one is hungrier.

We don't have any plans of stopping so I speed us to our room and shut the door. We've got some time before game night.

[yandere-wishes]

𝕊𝕖𝕝𝕗-𝕃𝕠𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 🐚Yandere! leviathan X Reader🐚

I’m trying out a new writing style, so please let me know what you think! This story is rather abstract and switches a bit between reader POV and Leviathan’s POV.

WARNINGS: VERY DARK, suicidal themes, self harm, mild gore, verbal abuse, self-hatred, objectification and cursing.

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ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ'ꜱ ᴀɴ ᴏʟᴅ ꜱᴀʏɪɴɢ, ᴀɴ ᴏʟᴅ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ꜱᴀʏɪɴɢ: "ᴏᴘᴘᴏꜱɪᴛᴇꜱ ᴀᴛᴛʀᴀᴄᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱɪᴍɪʟᴀʀ ʀᴇᴘᴇʟꜱ". ʙᴜᴛ ꜱɪɴᴄᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴀꜱ ᴀɴʏ ʟᴏɢɪᴄ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ʀᴇᴀʟᴍ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛʀᴇꜱᴘᴀꜱꜱᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟᴅᴏᴍ?

The two of you were the same, cut from the exact same depressing, aversion cloth. 

The two of you were mangled disjointed creatures with lanky brittle bones made up of self-loathing and mismatched hatred. Broken from displaced frustration and indecent, vulgar tendencies, that no one could snuff out of either of you. 

Instead of guts and intestines both you, the lowly human, and him, the feared sea serpent, had long strings of pity that coiled inside your stomachs.

Eyes as green as the ripest emerald blinded by endless, unchecked envy towards all things that so much as breathed.

Rotting pink brains filled with nothing but depressive thoughts and screeching banshee-like voices that never seem to cease. 

Yes, you and Leviathan were the exact same thing...

There's a certain aroma that floats and flocks around a person with such low regard for themselves. Where ever you walked a thick suffocating cloud of despair followed like a lost limping mutt. Pure unaltered self-disgust rolls off you like waves in the middle of a storm.

This is one of the things Leviathan loves about you, the intoxicating saddening aura that you wear like the finest perfumes. Although if caught like a deer in headlights, the sea serpent would just lie through his shark-like teeth and make some remarks about your pretty smile or shiny eyes. 

Truth is, he HATES when you smile. Hated when hope and joy and all things bright and good twinkle in your eyes like the flicker of a newborn star. 

Oh no, you're all so much prettier when you frown, when you look like your lust for life is all died out. When your eyes twinkle with that sort of sweet despair like all your hope has gotten engulfed by a black hole. 

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There's something wrong with you. You don't know what, but it's there, you can feel it everywhere you go. 

Maybe it's the repulsive way your skin is stretched so suffocatingly thin across your bones. Or maybe it's the way you pick at your open scars, digging deeper and deeper past blazing red tissue until it starts to bleed again. 

Whatever it is you aren't sure, but something is most definitely wrong with you. 

maybe that's why, on a particularly bad, paranoid day, you finally decide to just end it. 

Although it's never that simple is it?

There's something no one ever tells you about the cessation of life. A mysterious negative hour that happens just as the last atom of oxygen is departing from your lungs. A negative one, a negative two, and if you get expressly unlucky than also a negative three. This is usually when you start to wonder if you did it right, if the rope is too loose or hung too low. The dam of reality breaks and all uncertainty pours through with no real regard for what it's destroying. Are you're really still alive? Or is this some post-mortem induced dream? Everything makes about as much sense as when you were alive, only now it's foggy and ambiguous and all so distant like a far off dream...

It's also the time when every good memory comes rushing back, spilling carelessly akin to the blood gushing from the vain you slashed a month ago. You're dying far too slowly and all too semi-lucidly.

This is far from how you thought your escape plan would go.

The plan shatters even more when you actually open your eyes again and realize that you're no longer dangling from the ceiling. Instead, you're wrapped in some sort of lukewarm blanket, trapped between glacial white walls that bite at your fingers why you try to push them away.

And staring down at you with a sort of raw envy that your human mind couldn't fabricate, was non other than the third born himself.

Up to this day you still don't know who saved you, the seven brothers treat the whole ordeal like Pandora's box, tucking it under volts of diamond and throwing the key into the abyss. As long as it stays out of sight, out of tongue's reach and ears range then it'll surely be out of mind. Everything will be just fine so long as lord Diavolo doesn't hear what happened to the precious little human. Everything is just fine if everyone ignores it.

Personally, you don't mind the outcome. You're restrained to Levi's room, being under his watch and alleged "care" for all hours of the day. It's to keep you safe Lucifer assures, although your own guilt likes to twist the words into something more like, "It's to get rid of a nuisance".

Either which way life starts to escalate just a tiny bit.

Funny how even self-loathing and inner hatred seem to fade away when there's someone to share the pain with.

Soon it's no longer "I wish I could die" or "why can't I just be God damn good enough!"

but rather "We seriously should split a suicide built" and "Wouldn't it be fun if we both dive off a cliff head first into lava?"

With someone just as aggravated and self-destructive as yourself, things start to look up...that is until you do the unforgivable, at least so it's written in Levi's demented book. 

You step too far, you start to ask things, start to pry into things that shouldn't matter to you.

And then you do it, the worst of the worst, you smile...

Straight after asking him such a revolting sincere question

"What do you think about life?" 

It's meant to be rhetorical, you TRY to make it sound rhetorical. But any social norms or form of sarcasm goes over Levi's head like the basketballs he's never able to catch. His attention snaps to you, like a snake being alerted that a predator is a near...or prey, again it's really impossible to tell.

 His neck cranes at an odd angle as his tail curls inwards. For a split millisecond, you can swear on your almost grave that you see his tongue dart out before zipping back into his toothy mouth. Predator, he definitely sees you as a predator.

"Baby, not much...I-i want to die"

Time doesn't stop, not even when all understanding and logic have tipped their hats at the door and disappeared into the great beyond. Leviathan's slit eyes stare at you, behind all the pain and broken anger, for just an instant you think you see the fragments of understanding shine, brighter than the never setting moon. 

He's just like you, 

You're just like him,

That's when the trouble creeps over. The corners of your mouth take a turn upwards and push your cheeks back, making way for a grin. It's faint and ghostly at best...up it's there.

It just has to be there....

That godforsaken satisfied smile. 

When you're attention flicker's to Levi again you notice his arm pulling back, throwing the controller across the room with anger worst than anything Satan could summon upon his worst day. 

"Don't fucking do that!"

You're stoned in place, eyes too scared to move from the sea snake, what went wrong? Why does something always go wrong?

"D-do what..?" 

It's not your fault that you're voice shakes and breaks, not your fault that the room starts to spiral out of control. It's his fault, all his fault...but is anything ever really his fault?

"Don't look happy! Or hopeful! You look so freaking ugly when you smile!"

His voice is shockingly low, like a mother trying to get her child to settle down after a tantrum. He's borderline cooing at you to "act" properly again. Never the less the venom and disgust are steel audible, glittering like a silver lining.

For once though it's not worth it to stop smiling, all the screams and yells and depravities of the world can't erase this smile from your face.

"Six thousand-year-old demon and you actually dream of death rather than eternal hell on earth or torturing the damned? You really are a broken one Leviathan."

The blue-haired sea monster just shrugs in reply before slithering closer, wrapping his slender bony arms around your waist, they feel like Thamnophis coiling around your midsection, sinking into your flesh. His heavy head falls onto your lap, you can practically hear all the outcries of jealousy and cries of purified agony. 

"What can I say...we're both two disgusting broken things that have no right to live or any claim to happiness...but well, fuck happiness who needs it...right?

Yeah, who needs a thing that only creeps into the heart under perfect circumstances and that floats away at the drop of a feather, who needs happiness and joy, when the two of you can forevermore rot in your own envy and depression....together.

Always together

Rotting forever.

"Right...screw happiness and all it's stupid worth."

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[tundrainafrica]

So, it took months for me to finally let go of my anger & disappointment towards Yams for writing ch132. But then recently I found this tweet https://twitter.com/helmn9R/status/1315427848467947520?s=19 and suddenly it all came back to me. Nevermind the backstory, her character development is alr strong enough w/o it. But she had so MANY unresolved story with Eren, Flegel, most importantly, herself (read the tweet for more explanation). What a waste of character for her death being so pointless that it didn't give any improvement to the plot at all, neither to any other characters development. We all know, Armin would still be Armin in recent chapter with or without her death. So WHAT'S THE POINT ACTUALLY? ;-; I'm sorry for ranting:(

Okay, I really agree with you here. There are times I find myself realizing that I will never be completely satisfied with Hange’s death. Yams can pull off the most mind blowing ending to AOT and I will still have this hole in my heart left by her  death. And I’ll be writing Levihan fanfiction and metas for an incredibly long time because Hange is really an underappreciated character in this fandom and Yams just gave her the most beautiful yet most unsatisfying and unnecessary death. 

That is… if you look at it in the grand scheme of things. 

I feel like if we meta Hange’s personality a bit and follow the story from Hange’s POV and put her character as a focus we could actually paint the story as a good tragedy for her character and somehow we could put meaning into her death. 

Although Hange had started off a little wide eyed and naive, we can all agree that Erwin, Moblit and the death of the whole survey corps did a number on her psyche. Even before she could completely process their death, Hange was placed in one of the highest and most important positions in the government and suddenly she has to deal with the opening up of Paradis, diplomacy issues and the rapid progression of technology. 

As the commander of the survey corps which brought all these hopes and possibilities in, which also brought the threat of a war from an external force in, Hange had responsibilities much larger than Erwin ever had. I think given the fact that she started her position in such an inopportune time, and she got placed into a position so unfamiliar even for her, she would be incredibly uncertain. I mean who could have been prepared for what lay outside the walls really? Hange may have been a genius but her experiences were limited to the simple life that lay within the walls. I think her being dropped into that type of position from a medieval setting to a 1940s world war 2 setting would be a lot even for a genius like her to handle. 

And that uncertainty and the stress of just everything changing and having to take the reins would have eventually lead to some self esteem issues on her end. And mind you, even before they opened up paradis, Hange had self esteem issues with becoming the commander. One hint of this is in the scene in season 3 where Levi and Hange had a meeting with the reporters and Hange was still reeling from her sudden rise to power and suddenly, Levi (who usually never talks) had to be the one to face the reporters because Hange, (for the first time) had nothing much to say. 

And what if she never really completely recovered from that?

Imagine what happened after with everyone just coming in, technology rapidly progressing and Hange having to quickly adjust her plans and her way of thinking with the endless developments she has to address. And here’s another thing which can completely trample Hange’s self esteem. She is the leader of the country stuck in the medieval ages. She is literally the least up to speed among all the other diplomats and representatives of other countries and a war is brewing and she had to deal with that too. 

And things just take a turn for a worse when they attack Liberio and when Eren, the person who she believed to be the hope of humanity, the young boy she had somehow raised herself decides to betray them.  I mean they will have their scenes in season 4 when she references their conversations and how he used to listen to her until dawn years ago. Dam that scene where Eren grabs her by the collar of her shirt is just so dam heartbreaking.

Then all the soldiers under Hange, who she was tasked to lead suddenly turn against her. And before she knows it the rumbling starts and the world is about to be completely destroyed. 

Of course Hange would manage to twist it to her own fault. If we look at everything at face value and think ‘who the hell was in charge? How the hell did this happen to the survey corps? Who was supposed to look out for Eren?’ Anyone would blame the person with direct responsibility over that. The one who was supposed to be leading the survey corps and the development of Paradis, Hange. 

So it is not too outrageous to think Hange would have blamed herself for everything there and her shitty self esteem is obviously feeding into that too.

 I mean she never had the confidence to begin with. She never had the time to adjust to her new position and she could easily rationalize every loss to her own ‘lack of capability’ as a commander. 

And what does Hange decide to do with the weight of all those mistakes on her back. She decides to scramble for a way to atone for them in whatever way she can. She wanted to sacrifice herself. She wanted to give her life for them. 

In the grand scheme of things, yes her death was pointless but when I watched the build up of her psyche and the battering of her character, I couldn’t help but think that it wasn’t a horrible way to go out. 

It was unnecessary. It was pointless and it was unsatisfying. 

But god, the build up and just the analysis of her storyline all the way to that point made it so depressing. Made it so heart wrenching to analyze the desperation which had pushed her to the point of thinking…

“I’m useless. I’m stupid. I’m careless. It’s every bad decision I made that pushed Eren to betray us. For two separate factions of the survey corps to be created. Erwin would have done a better job.” 

And the cumulation of those thoughts and the trampling of every bit of her self esteem probably led her to think. I may be commander but I’d probably be the most useless one on the field. I’ll try to be as useful as I can, even if I die in the end. 

And that’s why when they were desperately looking for a way out, Hange obviously volunteers herself. After all she’s been through, after seeing her psyche and self esteem break one by one, I don’t think Hange would have been the type to volunteer anyone else. Her guilt and her self loathing wouldn’t have allowed her too. She probably genuinely believed Armin and Jean would have done a better job leading than she could, I mean she’s probably still reeling from the fact that she couldn’t keep the survey corps in one piece as their commander and she was probably thinking “Erwin would have kept it in one piece” 

So I think somehow there was build up to her death character wise and the build up was beautifully tragic. 

I wouldn’t say it was a masterpiece though because honestly Yams, could have just have avoided a situation with Hange dying. But I can’t help but think, Yams has been giving pretty sad ends to a lot of his characters and AOT has been pretty dark and a lot of deaths turned out to have been pointless anyway. 

I mean how many people have died for Eren only for him to turn into the asshole of the century? 

Hange died selflessly, she died for what she believed was right and at her last moment, she couldn’t send anyone else to die in her stead and I think this very much aligns with her character. 

Really, I probably would have lost a lot of respect for Hange if she left Connie behind instead or something. The only other person I think I would have found reasonable seeing there sacrificing their life would have been Levi. Hange and Levi would not have let anyone else go. It’s just not in their character. The 140 cadets are all their babies after all.

Thanks for asking this though. Really interesting question.

I actually wrote a fic recently analyzing Hange’s psyche towards the end of the story which I’m linking here for anyone who’s interested. 

[jojuarez26]

Because I do part 11

Divergent fanfiction AU: Eric/OC Mature content and strong language, talks of Abuse, drug use, mental health issues. I don't own any part of Divergent

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Eric's POV

I decided to let sleeping beauty sleep a little longer. I know emotionally she was already drained to begin with. That was before we had sex, twice.

I already had breakfast and had called Four to bring the family over around noon. Tris was worried about Danielle. It was obvious she needed meds and counseling. Depending on how recently she was using the drugs I found in her bag by accident last night, maybe some rehab as well.

I desperately need to know what this asshole Pete, her x, has on her that she is so afraid of everyone finding out. I knew I wasn't going to like what I find once I start really digging, I also realize he used an innocent, gullible, self-conscious girl for whatever the hell filthy people like him get into.

Her phone has been vibrating non-stop since before I woke up. I really don't want to violate her privacy but..... Yes, I'm going to look at it and probably read messages. I won't answer it, that's probably too far.

She has thirty-seven voice mails and fifty-nine unanswered phone call since Friday?? What in the actual fuck? Not to mention twenty-four blocked text. Ok this is not alright. Bet I only need one guess. Do I hit the visual voice mail option and listen?

"Hey Tris? I called because your the damn psych part of our team. I have a question?" I speak into my phone.

"Eric why do I have a feeling I won't like your question?" She huffs knowing me too well.

"Because you won't. Is it unforgivable if I listen to one of these over two or dozen voice mails on Danielle's phone?" I know it will not be an answer I like.

"Damn it Eric. Yes it will be unforgivable. Would you forgive her?" She snaps.

"My phone is password protected," I smirk into the phone.

"That wasn't the question dick," Tris huffs.

"I might be pissed depending on the reason. But it would be forgiven....eventually," I sigh in defeat.

"It's after ten just wake her up for fuck sakes. Don't do it Eric! THAT would be a HUGE no-no in her book. See you soon," Tris hung up with a snap.

I start trudging up the stairs slowly while trying to get my thoughts in order. I see her on the bed, tangled in my sheets. I stop and bite my lip.

No dammit!! Not trying for sex Eric, I yell in my own head. But she just looks so damn beautiful. I sit on the bed and slowly start running my hand up her back while calling her name.

"Mmmm no...... Not yet! To early," she grumbles.

"Baby it's almost ten thirty. I'll start the shower for you," I laugh quietly.

"Only if your joining," she huffs.

"I already took a shower Danielle," I smile.

"So. Take another one." She mumbles.

I guess I can't complain and get up to start the shower water. Rather quickly I feel arms around me and lips on my bare back. This woman is killing me.

After a shower and some breakfast for Danielle we curl up on the couch. I feel the tension radiating off her. She is wound like a coil.

"Danielle you do realize your past is your past right? I won't hold it against you," I tell her and pull her closer as she squirms away.

"You say that now. I may not be that girl anymore, but I'm still that person. Just ask my damn mother. She doesn't even know the half of it," she buries her face in my shoulder

"I'm well aware of that Danielle. Also, I'm not your mother," I sigh deeply.

"Let's start simple. Want to play a few of the voice mails you keep getting?" I don't know how or were else to start with her.

I feel her tense up, but relax a little just as quickly. She stands up and goes upstairs and comes back with her phone in her hand.

"I'm sure it's all Pete. You're going to get pissed Eric." She says before hitting play.

"I'm sure I will. Not at you though. I promise," I don't try to grab her or make her jump or anything.

"Ok," she sighs pressing play.

"Yell? Where the fuck are you. Bring your ass home bitch. It's been a year. No more games" message one.

"Look whore, you out with that rich playboy trying to play house. He's had you long enough. Time to return my fuckin property," message two.

"I'm coming for you. Last warning. Or else," message three.

"I'm about to send you to Eva. Better yet I'm sending playboy to Eva. I'll make you watch while I slit his throat," message four.

"No more Eric!!" She screams turning the phone off.

"Danielle I need you to answer me this. Who all knows about me and that I'm from Chicago? I'm not mad, just need to know," I say calmly and clearly.

"NOBODY!! My family and Am.... Amber," she says slowly.

"Does Amber know Pete? Would she tell him about me?" I ask carefully.

"She knows him, but I, I-I thought she was MY friend, my best friend." She whispers devastated.

"Next question. Who is Eva?" I am actually quite curious about this one.

"My daughter." She barly whispered.

"Where is she?" I am a little concerned at this point.

"Dead. Pete killed when she was a week old," she says quickly shutting down. Fuck!

"When was that Danielle," I'll be willing to bet she took the blame and nobody knows she has even had a child.

"Five years ago. When we lived in Georgia," her tears are flowing but she looks far away in her mind.

"Do you think Pete will kill you," I am quickly starting to loose my cool, not with her.

"Yes." She finally turns to look at me.

"Eric I have to go. Your not safe around me," she stands heading for the stairs

"Oh no you don't. You aren't going anywhere. Did you forget what I do for a living. Does not get much safer than with me," I grab her pulling her to my chest.

"I nees Tobias and Tris. No more running to him or from him baby. This ends. Now. Do you understand?" I ask in a low even tone.

Finally the dam breaks and her flood gates open. She is shaking and sobbing uncontrollably. I pull to my lap and sit on the couch. I pick up my phone and call Tobias.

"You and Tris need to bring team A-2 and get here sooner rather than later," I tell him somberly.

"What the fuck who-"

"Pete.," I snarl.

"Intended target or targets," his voice sounds strained.

"Danielle..... And myself."

[amymmiv]

Todoroki x reader

Cream and Sugar. Chapter one.

A Todoroki Cafe AU Fanfiction

Chapter one- Strawberry Blonde

The coffee shop wasn't very busy today, just the usual humdrum of the people coming into the shop and enjoying the smell of coffee. The sound of the door opening breaks me from my thoughts and I look up to see a familiar face, a girl with short brown hair and fair skin that is dusted with pink.

“Oh, Hi Uraraka. It's good to see you in the shop again. Did you bring Deku with you today?” I ask. Uraraka and Deku were regulars in our shop, they even got together in our shop.

“Yeah! He will just be a minute. It smells good in here and you're just as cute today as you always are.” Uraraka smiles at me.

“And you're just as sweet as always.” I remark back. “What can i get you today?”

“ Hm, I think today I will try the caramel frappuccino and Deku will have a Vanilla iced coffee!” She says.

“I will have that right out for you.” I say as I nod my head. I begin to make their coffee as I watch Deku finally walk into the shop and take Urarakas hand as they take their seats on the couches in our cafe.

I finish up their drinks and doodle little animals on the side of their cups before calling out Urarakas name and handing her her drinks. She takes them and begins to head back to Deku before turning back around.

“I totally forgot!” She says. “I recommended this cafe to a friend! I love it so much and he likes quiet places so I went ahead and told him about this place.” She says before giving me a wink and quickly going back to where Deku was sitting to continue their date. I chuckle to myself before turning and continuing my work.

The day finishes with nothing eventful to note.

“Hey, Y/N! Do you mind closing down the cafe tonight? I have somewhere to be today!” My manager begs.

“Yeah! Of course!” I say.

“Oh my gosh, you're amazing!” She says before rushing out quickly. I giggle as I watch her leave before beginning to clean the cafe up.

I heave a sigh of relief as I look out at the clean cafe before me, I smile at my work and gather up my stuff and the keys to the cafe before leaving and locking up the shop on my way out.

“Shoot! I forgot I walked to work today.” I mumble to myself. “I guess it will be fine if I walk home.” I turned and looked worriedly around at my surroundings before biting my lip and began to walk towards the direction of my house. I could periodically hear the sound of yelling from an area I couldn't quite make out. In my town, this was common at night but typically the pros took care of it quickly. I begin to walk faster, desperate to get to my apartment before anything too eventful could happen. I can see periodic fire and ice popping up in the distance and my nerves were put to rest with the thought that the pros were already on it.

I arrive at my apartment and quickly enter it as I breathe a sigh mixed with relief and exhaustion before plopping down on my couch.

The tranquility didn't last long because my cat decided to wail, alerting me that she was hungry. I pull myself off of my couch and feed her before changing into a tank top and short shorts and drifting off to sleep.

Todoroki’s POV-

“Great job Todoroki.” Ochaco says as I hand over the villain to the police.

“Thanks.” I reply.

“So, do you plan on going to the cafe I recommended to you? There is a cute girl who works there and she's single.” Ochaco notes.

“Thanks, but i have no interest in a relationship.” I state blandly.

“Aw, are you sure?” She continues.

“Yes. I am going to go ahead and head home. Do you guys have the rest of this?” I ask

“Yeah, thanks for the help!” Deku says before waving at me as I leave.

I arrive at my apartment and waste no time getting out of my hero costume and into sweat pants and a plain white T shirt before crawling into bed.

“What a day.” I mumble as I stare at the ceiling before rolling over and drifting off to sleep.

I am awoken to the sound of my phone ringing and sunlight shining through my open windows. I peer at the time. 7:00. I look down at my phone and read the name sliding across my phone screen and scowl.

Dad is calling!

I roll my eyes and despite not wanting to pick up the phone, I do anyway.

“What do you want?” I sneer.

“Shoto…” He says, I can hear the sadness in his voice and my face drops.

“What's wrong?” I say quickly.

“It's your mother.” He says “She passed away this morning.”

“What's the cause.” I say harshly.

“We don't know.” He says solemnly

I immediately hang up the phone and get up and pace around the room angrily. A shout erupts from my mouth as I collapse on the floor. I can feel hot tears run down my face and quickly wipe them away. I lay there for a while cursing my dad because I know this is all his fault, if he hadnt put her in that stupid hospitol she owuld be fine and I would be able to call her and talk to her. This is all his fault. I know it is. I hate him. I can hear my phone ring and I pull myself off of the floor and walk over to it.

Fuyumi is calling!

I take a quick breath and will my voice to stop shaking before picking up the phone.

“Hey Fuyumi.” I say quietly. I can hear the sniffles on the other side of the phone and I can feel the anger rise to my face again.

“Shoto..” she starts before choking out another sob.

“I know, it's going to be ok.” I assure her.

“Make sure you get some rest and I'll stop by later to check on you.” I say.

“Okay.” She says in between her cries.

I hang up the phone and the anger comes crashing back and I quickly get dressed and shove my phone in my pocket before quickly leaving my apartment and closing the door behind me.

I walk in attempts to blow off some steam. I have no idea where I'm going, I just walk. I walk until I eventually stumble across a small cafe.

This is the cafe that Ochaco told me about. I heave a heavy sigh before entering the cafe.

Readers POV

I can hear the sound of the door opening and peer at the person entering, he was a tall guy with half red and half white hair that ran down to his mid back he also had a scar over his left eye he was wearing a thin black turtleneck shirt and a simple pair of jeans, however what really caught my eye was his clenched fist and how angry he seemed.

“What can I get you today?” I say as I beam at him.

“One black coffee.” He says harshly. The tone in his voice confirms my earlier deduction.

“Name?” I ask.

“Shoto.” He states blandly as he gives me a harsh glare as if I should have already known this.

“I'll have that right out for you.” I say, keeping my cheery tone.

I watch as he quietly goes and takes a seat in the corner of the cafe and watches the bustle of the streets outside of the cafe.

I turn to my coworker and ask if I can make this coffee to which she agreed. I quickly begin making his coffee and finish up by writing his name on the cup and doodling a quick sun with a smiley face.

“Shoto!” I call and he turns to look at me before getting out of his chair and trudging over to where I'm at and I hand him his coffee, he inspects the doodle on the cup before raising his eyebrow at me in a questionable look. I can quickly feel the blush come to my face in realization that I had doodled on his cup without thinking.

“Oh shoot, i'm- im sorry. I normally doodle on the cups and most customers like it so i kept doing it but i forgot to ask you if that was ok.” I stutter. Shoto cracks a smile and chuckles and for the first time I had actually fully inspected him up close, he was cute and his smile was so genuine.

“That's ok, it's cute. I like it.” He says before turning around and taking his coffee to the table he was previously sitting at. I watched him for a little, it wasn't long before the angry look had come back to his face. He would periodically look at his phone and grit his teeth in anger before looking back out the window. I looked over at my manager and got permission to go on break a little early.

I quickly hang my apron back up in the back and go back out to the cafe and approach Shoto.

“Do- Do you mind if i sit here with you?” I ask, mentally cursing myself for stuttering. He gives me a confused look before nodding his head and I take a seat across from him. We sit in an awkward silence for a moment before I break it.

“I noticed you were angry.” I say quietly. He looks at me with a piercing gaze before nodding his head.

“It's nothing to be concerned about.” He says flatly.

“Oh. Well, if you wanna talk about it, i'm open? I know this is strange coming from a complete stranger.” I say. I gave him an awkward smile, this was a bad idea. I don't even know what i'm doing. Shoto sighs and steals a quick glance out the window before turning back to me.

“I'm not having a good day,” He says.

“I'm so sorry to hear that.” I say as I give him a sympathetic look. “Oh! I have an idea, how about I tell you a joke?” Todoroki gives me an amused look at my childish behavior.

“Hm, how many tickles does it take to make an octopus laugh?” I say with a bright smile on my face.

“How many?” He asks.

“Tentacles!” I say as I giggle at my own joke. I can see him struggling to hold back laughter, he eventually gives in and releases a chuckle before looking back up at me.

“That was so bad.” He says as he smiles at me in amusement, to which makes me feel good and I smile in victory.

“Does that mean you want another joke?” I ask.

“Not at all.” He says playfully.

“Well that's too bad.” I reply stubbornly. “What did the fish say when he ran into a wall?”

“What?” He says

“Dam.” I reply before bursting out in laughter. Shoto does the same.

Todorokis POV

This girl was something else, she had a really bright smile and she was surprisingly pretty. We sat and talked to each other for 30 more minutes before she peeks at her watch.

“Oh crap, my break is almost over.” She says. I wasn't ready to face the world again but I knew it was about time I did.

“Um, can I give you my number so that maybe next time you're not having a good day, maybe we can hang out?” She says as she twiddles her thumbs. I give her a soft smile.

“Yeah, I would like that.” I say as i hand her my phone, she quickly types in her number before sending a quick text to herself.

“There! Now I have your number.” She states proudly. “I have to go back to work now, text me if you want to, or call me, I will do my best to pick up.” She says before giving me a small wave and retreating behind the counter. I think I like it here.

I heave a sigh and gather my things as I head out the door, reality all came crashing back down to me. The reality that had disappeared when I had talked to the girl from the cafe. My mom was gone and it's all my dad's fault.