anyone else out here still trying to process that captain swan are actually getting married bc personally it still doesn’t seem real like next week they’re going to be Official Husband and Wife and yet my brain is like nah not actually happening keep dreaming
time-travel au except instead of anakin/obi-wan/padmé going back in time, it’s one or a few of the Brothers
can you imagine what that would be like?
qui-gon and obi-wan are fighting darth maul on naboo, maul is clearly winning, and out of nowhere there’s this h u g e surge in the force
everyone is disoriented, maul recovers first and moves to deliver a killing blow, and all of a sudden he gets shot in the back like 27 times
in the background there’s the nearly incoherent babble of “kriffing hells that hurt what was it what happened holy shit that’s a sith that is definitely a sith should we shoot it sir we should definitely shoot it it’s about to kill a general we have to help did we kill it is it dead it’s gotta be dead now go check it i don’t want to check it let’s just shoot it again there it’s gotta be dead now are you alright generals”
maul is definitely dead, the energy shield things power down, obi-wan rushes to his master’s side and the incoherent babble gets louder as they’re suddenly surrounded by a team of men in white and blue armor all scrambling to provide aid
obi-wan, satisfied that his master isn’t going to get himself fucking m u r d e r e d any time soon, turns to examine to newcomers
a hush falls over the group when they see his face
then, out of the silence, comes “….holy kriff, sir, your boyfriend is a b a b y” followed by one of the men smacking the back of another’s helmet with a loud crack and growling “shut the fuck up, fives”
everyone is very confused for the foreseeable future
(bonus: the Brothers are d e l i g h t e d to meet baby!anakin, and he is equally delighted. no one else is delighted by a group of highly-trained soldiers calling a 9yo “general” and visibly restraining themselves from doing exactly what he tells them at all times.)
uh could you do some hcs bout Michael or Connor confessing to someone they've been pining over for a while? thx fam and good luck on your portfolio!
hello !!! i hope you like these HCs!! and i m sorry they aren t very good aaaa i hope you enjoy!!! and thankyou!!!!
Please, let this boy be happy
Michael probably had a whole thing set up okay
Like either you two are downstairs, playing
video games, drinking Pepsi Crystal and he was planning on having a sleepover
He!!! Was!!! Shaking!!!!!
‘michael wth I m beating u in Mario kart u okay’
‘the student has surpassed the master’
Okay but his face would be all red and he d just
look really cute
He honestly just doesn t believe that he
deserves you and thinks that n o matter what u say, you will always be able to
find someone better and it just ???? fucks him up and scares him
But the two of you will start calming down a bit
and maybe u guys are just talking about school and he just turns to u and is
‘do u wanna share a slushie with me sometime? And
maybe go to the arcade?’
And at first ur really confused like ???? we go
to the arcade and stuff all of the time w Jeremy ??
And he sees the confusion, and he quickly adds
‘I mean without Jeremy, yknow? The two of us? And,,,
I ll pay for everything and all’
And u finally get it and !!!! ur face lights up
!!! and Michael sees ur smile and he starts smiling and!!!! He s just really
happy that ur smiling !!! and wow!!! This might work!!
U tell him that u ll totally go with him, but
only if he confirms that it is a date
And while blushing and giggling he just responds
‘it’s a date !!!’ and he s all gushy and just !!! wow u actually want to go on
a date w him!!!
U just made Michael a vvvv happy boy and he s so
in love w u ???? he ll do anything for u and will buy u all of the slushies and
honestly he just has a heck ton of tokens at the arcade take good care of him
Lbr connor would repress all of his romantic
emotions for u
U wanted to hold his hand? No big deal, not like
he felt a warm, fuzzy feeling in his stomach or anything ahhhahah what
The poor boy would sometimes be a total dick??? Just
so u don t suspect anything???
But one day the two of you are star gazing and
the moon light just looks sososo pretty reflecting in ur eyes and ur hair and u
just look so kissable and he just loses himself in ur eyes
Once u notice and look at him, he immediately
looks away and his face just explodes into a bright shade of red that the
moonlight can t show and he s so embarrassed??? Ur going to think he s a
creep?? Why would u want to date him??? Wth???
He slowly just starts yelling at himself
mentally and all of his doubts are coming back but u just kinda slide ur hand
onto his and he ??? nearly screams
The two of u just kinda sit there like that for
a bit and then connor just sputters out
‘I think I like you’
‘okay, fuck, no’
‘you don t like me?’
‘no – I do like you’
‘are you sure?’
‘why the fuck wouldn t I like you?’
And then he just goes on and o n about everything
he loves about you and he doesn t even realize but he just slowly starts adding
comments about how he doesn t get why someone as cute as you would hang out
with a fuckwad like him
And it just breaks your heart?? Bc here is this
tall, tough looking dude just g u s h I n g about everything he loves about you
and how much he despises himself and he just wants you to be happy and ???
Instead of saying anything, u just gently hold
his hand and lean ur head on his shoulder and u guys just stay like that for a
while, just in each other’s presence and just making sure that connor knows u
are here and that u are there for him
Connor is doing his best right now, and that s
all u can ask for
When Keith Shadis asks something of you, it’s not as much as a request as it is a demand. That’s why, when on his rare day off, Levi wakes up a little before six am to the sound of his phone blaring on the nightstand and sees Shadis’ name on the screen, he knows that he’s screwed.
As it happens, one of the waiters had called in sick, and though Levi keeps insisting that he’s a bartender and not a waiter, this difference seems inconsequential to Shadis. Even as he’s trying to reason with the man, Levi finds himself stumbling out of bed and reaching for his clothes, a part of him already having resigned to his fate. It’s not the first time he’s been called in at a moment’s notice, and since it’s common knowledge that he’d sell his soul for a bit of extra pay, it probably won’t be the last.
Still, there’s always room for haggling, and he manages to convince Shadis to let him go as soon as breakfast is over. It’s just a couple of hours, and at the end he’ll get to snack on the leftovers, so it could be worse. From the moment Levi steps in the kitchen and sets to work slicing up fruits and plating cheese and ham, he’s counting the minutes to his eventual freedom.
By the time it’s fifteen minutes to ten, he at last breathes a sigh of relief. Shadis is in an unusually good mood today, and since Levi’s section of the dining room is already nearly empty, maybe he could leave a little early. There’s a few of older German ladies finishing their tea by the door, a couple who are more interested in making heart eyes at each other than actually eating, and a young girl with her parents who’s going back for seconds of cereal. As long as no-one else shows up, Levi’s sure that Shadis’ staff can handle the rest just fine.
As he’s gathering up plates from an empty table, he hears a painfully familiar laugh sound from behind him, and before he’s even turned around he knows exactly who it is.
Eren’s stopped to exchange a few words with the German ladies, and as one of them reaches up to touch his arm, visibly swooning, Levi has to resist the urge to fling a plate at her. Eren’s as handsome as ever, the sleeves of his pristine white shirt rolled up to his elbows and his hair wispy and mussed like he’d just rolled out of bed. The first couple of buttons of his shirt have been left open, revealing a delicious stretch of his neck and collarbones. Obscene, Levi thinks, his gaze drawn to the strong lines of Eren’s jaw and the curve of his mouth, shameless, illegal, how dare he?
Then, Eren looks up at him, and though a little surprised, flashes Levi a beaming smile. Definitely illegal.
Levi flees to the kitchen with the dishes, but he can’t hide in there for too long, because of course Eren decides to sit in his section. He looks at Levi from head to toe as he approaches, a slight smile playing on his lips, and suddenly Levi feels so very naked despite of being in full uniform.
“Good morning, sir,” he intones in clumsy German, not missing how Eren raises a brow at him. “Would you like tea or coffee?”
“Buenos días, querido,” Eren replies with a smile. “Coffee, please. How nice to see you here. You don’t usually work mornings, do you?”
“I do not. Just a moment, please.”
He’s quick to head back into the kitchen, brewing a fresh pot of coffee while trying to forget about those heated green eyes. He remembers what it had felt like, the softness of Eren’s lips against his and how perfectly their bodies had fit together. And his hands, dear fucking God, he remembers those hands stroking delicate patterns over his stomach and then wandering even lower, remembers how Eren had reduced him into a whining mess just with his graceful fingers.
All those thoughts are doing nothing in helping him calm down. He takes a deep breath, then a second one, before picking up the coffee and jug of milk with shaky hands. He can do this. It’s just breakfast, he’ll survive.
Eren’s exactly where he left him, though he’s gotten himself some toast and a heaping bowl of strawberries and Nutella from the buffet. Levi watches, transfixed, as he pops a strawberry in his mouth, his tongue flicking out to clean off some of the juice running down his finger. His eyes meet Levi’s and he grins, looking like he wants to devour him right there and then.
Levi clears his throat heavily. “Milk or sugar?” he asks as he fills Eren’s coffee cup, trying not to acknowledge how he can practically see down Eren’s shirt from this angle.
“Plenty of milk, thanks,” Eren replies, an edge of concern creeping into his voice as he goes on, “I hope you’re not working all the day into the evening today.”
With a quick glance towards the clock, Levi picks up the milk. “I was supposed to get off about five minutes ago, actually,” he quips, fighting back a shiver when he feels Eren’s hand trailing along his waist, “until someone decided to show up for breakfast at the last moment.”
Eren’s touch wanders lower until his fingers are resting over the swell of Levi’s ass. His eyes are alight with playful mischief as he says in what’s barely a whisper, “Ah, you know you can get off in front of me, I wouldn’t mind.”
Levi’s hand slips, and it’s like the world slows down for a few fateful moments. He watches in horror as the jug of milk falls from his grip, its contents splattering all over the table and the floor, and worst of all, Eren. It clatters loudly against the tiles as it lands by Levi’s feet, and even with his attention solely on Eren, he can tell that everyone in the room is staring at the two of them.
It’s silent and still for a long while. Eren’s the first to speak up. “Well, that’s not exactly the kind of white and creamy fluid of yours I hoped you’d cover me in,” he states, more amused than anything. His wet shirt is clinging on to his chest and stomach, showing off the outlines of his muscles, and that kind of a distraction is not helping the situation at all.
“Fuck,” Levi whispers, panic creeping into his voice. “I am so, so sorry.”
“Hey, it’s fine, darling, don’t worry about it,” Eren’s quick to assure him with a warm smile as he reaches to grasp Levi’s hands. “It was probably a bad idea to grope you while you’re working. My apologies.”
“What is going on here?”
As Levi turns, he finds himself face to face with Shadis, and that’s more than enough to divert his attention away from Eren’s body. The man has schooled his face into the most neutral and polite expression he can manage, though the twitch in his left eyebrow betrays the fact that he’s only seconds away from flying into a fit of rage.
“It fell,” Levi says, but before he can go on, Eren interrupts him.
“It’s fine, it was my fault,” he tells Shadis with one of his most charming smiles. “I touched his ass, I had it coming.”
Shadis falls silent, looking like he’s reconsidering every life choice that has brought him to this precise moment in time. After clearing his throat, he states, “Mr. Jaeger, we have a strict policy regarding inappropriate behaviour and harassment towards our staff.”
“No, but I liked it,” Levi blurts out, both Eren and Shadis turning to look at him, the former adoring and the latter slightly nauseous. “It was consensual ass touching.”
“Well,” Shadis starts off, opening and closing his mouth a few times. “In that case.”
“I should probably go change my clothes, though,” Eren states, rearranging his wet neckline and somehow succeeding to bare even more skin. Levi hears one of the German ladies gasp like a dying fish. “Would you mind serving me breakfast up to my room?”
“Yes, of course,” Levi rushes to exclaim, his face burning. “I’m sorry.”
Eren gives a dismissive wave of his hand. “No apologizing,” he says, his voice taking on a breathy tone as he adds, “Though I could always punish you a little, if that’s what you’re into.”
“I’m gonna go now,” Shadis interjects flatly, his eyes taking on the thousand-yard stare of a man who has already seen too much. Off he goes, not looking back, and though Levi’s still bright red, at least he’d managed to avoid Shadis’ wrath.
After dabbing at his mouth with napkin, Eren stands up. It gives Levi an even better view of his stomach, wet fabric hugging his abdomen, and though he’s seen Eren shirtless by the pool countless times, this is completely different and more erotic somehow. If they weren’t in the middle of the dining room Levi thinks he’d probably be dragging his tongue across Eren’s clothed torso by now.
The amused glint in Eren’s eye tells him that he’s been caught staring. He grasps on to the lapels of Levi’s uniform as he leans in closer. “Meet me up in my room in five minutes,” he whispers, his breath hot against the shell of Levi’s ear. “Bring the strawberries and Nutella. I wanna find out how they taste when I eat them off of your body.”
“What do you mean? Who do I prefer or who would
I trust? They’re both homicidal maniacs so I don’t trust either of them!”
“If you had to pick one of them, who would you
“I don’t know. Who would you pick?”
“Anti, personally. I like his manic look and
he’s just a ball of energy.”
“But you wouldn’t trust him around knives.”
“Oh god no. I’d trust Dark more than him around
“You’d trust Dark around knives?!? That’s
asking for a bad time.”
“I don’t mean it like that. I mean it as in I
think Dark is more sensible of the both of them. He wouldn’t straight up kill
someone as soon as he gets the chance. He’d wait, take advantage of you.”
“Overall they’re both bad people. If they
existed in real life they’d be a major cause for concern.”
“But they’re not. It’s just a bit of fun.”
“Exactly. There won’t be a life and death
situation where you’d have to chose between the two.”
“It’s late, I’m gonna sleep now.”
I closed Tumblr and turned off my laptop. I’d
spent nearly a day online since both Mark and Jack simultaneously posted an
Antisepticeye video and a Darkiplier video. Obviously both communities online
had fallen into hysterical exhilaration over the videos; the usual drooling
over the great editing put into their videos, and the Anti-Dark conspiracy
theorists huddled around the metaphorical fires of their computers exchanging
their thoughts and ideas. I was still pretty astounded at the coincidental
aspects of the videos; both up around 17:00 (GMT), both less than 4 minutes
long, and both presented by Mark and Jack’s dark personas. It was fun to watch
the whole thing happen and spread like wildfire over the internet, but finally
pulling myself away from the screen made me realise how much of a headache I
I lay in my bed in the darkness staring at the
ceiling. I needed sleep but my mind wouldn’t stop turning. I kept replaying the
videos in my head. Jack, or rather Anti, played his classical knife-wielding,
cut-throat, glitchy performance up close and personal to the camera, his voice
broken and his eyes flashing black with every blink. Dark, Mark’s darker
persona, also kept to his usual VHS effected well-dressed Devil’s Advocate
style, standing in darkness and hovering around the camera like it was some
police interrogation of the viewers. Loads of people spent their time on Tumblr
linking the two videos, comparing and contrasting them, trying to uncover what
was going to happen next. Although it was pretty obvious both Mark and Jack had
planned it together all along. Both uploading at the same time, both having
shorter videos than usual, both talking to the cameras as if directly to the
viewers… both ending their videos with “M a k e y o u r
c h o i c e.” … Yeah, it’s too much to be a coincidence.
Eventually after nearly and hour’s pondering,
my eyelids got heavier, but my head still hurt. I didn’t help that Dark’s video
had that piercing unfiltered whining noise in the background. It was all I
could hear as I finally drifted into an uncomfortable sleep.
“Leave me alone!!” I clasped my hands over my
ears and continued running. The hallway seemed to be getting narrower and
darker. The walls were made up of hundreds if not millions of piled up computer
monitors and TV screens with miles and miles of endless wires trailing the
floors and ceiling. The static pixels from the walls were almost blinding so I
just kept my head looking straight on towards the darkness, hopefully the end
of this maze. I knew if I just kept moving and didn’t give them any chance to
stop me, I would be fine. There had to be an end to the nightmare somewhere.
The TV’s flickered, Dark appeared.
Y O U ’ R E N E V E R
E V E R G O I N G T O
E S C A P E M E .
I turned away from him as his image ran
alongside me. His deep echoing voice pulled at my chest as the intense volume
knocked the air out of my lungs. But this wouldn’t stop me.
His laugh crawled up my spine like a spider.
The screens melted into one another and soon both of them pursued after me. I
reached a junction at the end of my path, turning either left or right. As I
made my decision The screens ahead of me turned white with glitching red
letters: MAKE YOUR CHOICE
“Shut up. What would you care if I chose one
over the other?” Suddenly the screens started to crack as their angered gazes
glared at me. I quickened as glass burst behind me into millions of pieces
trying to catch up with me to hail on me with a thousand cuts.
N O M O R E
. N E
V E R A G A I N .
I kept running, gasping desperately for air,
but not so much that I would inhale shards of glass.
UP!” I screamed, tears strolling past my cheeks. “Shut up both of you! I’m
going home! I’m not choosing either of you!!” Then I felt the ground beneath me
slithering as the wires I ran on suddenly came to life. They whipped up at my
face so I couldn’t see where I was going, they grabbed my clothes to spin me
into confusion, they wrapped around my arms and legs the drag me down. Through
the hysteria I tumbled around and tripped to try and get away. I the confusion
I did happen to reach the end of the maze, which happened to be the end of the
world, and I was tripped into it.
I grabbed the wires as I fell and clung to them
to stop me hurling into the apparent abyss down below. I was now dangling over
the edge unsure of everything. Why wasn’t this dream ending? Surely the shock
of nearly diving headfirst into the pit of darkness would have been enough to
wake me up in a cold sweat. But no. This was true hell. I would take anything
to get out of it…
J U M P D O W N
. I ’ L L C A T C
H Y O U .
I looked down. Dark was there hovering below
the end of the wires I clung to, his arms out and open to catch me, looking at
me through what he could attempt to make as ‘puppy eyes’. There was no way I
would let go. What if he’s lying and would let me fall to my doom?… Well, it
didn’t seem like the kind of thing he’d do. He chased me this far, so why would
he lose me at a chance like this? But whether he was or wasn’t going to catch
me, the moment I would fall into his arms, I was his… I didn’t like that
thought at all. I started to shuffle up the wire to get away and hopefully
climb back up to safety-
Anti was crouching over the ledge above me, his
hand extended to take mine and hoist me up to him… the same hand that held a
knife numerous times, the same knife that committed many monstrous crimes.
Crawling up to him would be as safe an option as crawling into the mouth of a
I stopped where I was and held tightly to the rope.
I was caught between a rock and a hard place. I would rather have just stayed
there and waited for them to realise their pursuits on me were futile. But my
arms were getting tired and my grip was getting looser.
Y O U C A N ’
T J U S T H A N G
H E R E F O R E V E R . J U S T
A L L I N T O M E . I T ’ S A S S I M P
L E A S T H
A T .
Then I realised this was the breaking-point. Or
rather ‘waking-point’. This whole thing is what their videos were warning me
about. This whole dream was made by the both of them to find out which one
everyone would prefer. Everyone who watched both their videos was cursed to
dream this dream I was currently having, and everyone had to make their own
choices. This is what they planned. Not Mark and Jack, Anti and Dark
themselves. They weren’t a joke; they were real entities. They were really
having a battle between who was best. Who won the hearts, minds and souls of
the most people. And this was their solution to answering their question.
All I Need (Part 4 to ‘A Muggle?’/’It’s Me’/’I Think We’re In Trouble’): Y/N gets asked on a date and the marauders are not having it.
It Meant Something (Part 5 to ‘A Muggle?’/’It’s Me’/’I Think We’re In Trouble’/All I Need’): The marauders apparently didn’t learn their lesson, and decide to meddle with Y/N’s love life a little more.