#★ — stuck in wheels

[miupow]

최승철 ─── 𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗜 𝗪𝗔𝗡𝗧 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗖𝗛𝗥𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗠𝗔𝗦 !

seungcheol finally knows exactly what to get you for christmas this year.

★ 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴。。。choi seungcheol x fem!reader 𝗴。⧼ 🔖 ⧽ ⸝⸝ smut , fluff , pwp

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 。。。marriage au・husband!seungcheol・mentions of babies , pregnancy , and family planning・breeding kink・creampies・strength kink・big dick cheol is a warning within itself・dirty talk・daddy kink・praise kink ⸝⸝ ‎ 𝘄𝗰。1. 6 k | 𝘁𝗼 𝗹𝗶𝗯𝗿𝗮𝗿𝘆。

𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁 from @jenoslutie ; cheol + breeding kink for christmas please !

♬ have yourself a merry little christmas 一 phoebe bridgers

notes from lia。idk how i feel about this one im ngl... but i wrote it and it's here! all feedback and reblogs are appreciated ^_^ i hope you all enjoy!

seungcheol’s grip on the steering wheel is so tight you’re beginning to worry that he’s cutting the circulation to his fingers. his usually plump lips are fixed in a thin line, his sharp jaw ticking as he grinds his teeth and stares unblinking out onto the dark, snowy road out in front of him.

“baby? is something wrong?” you ask gently, shooting him a confused and concerned quirk of your brow. he had seemed completely fine when the two of you had left your parent’s house earlier, christmas dinner still heavy in your bellies as you lingered to kiss your new baby niece goodbye. you were positive that you hadn’t done anything to upset him in the few short minutes since then either, but you could never be too sure. maybe you had forgotten something. you would never put it past you.

it’s almost as if the sound of your voice wakes him out of a trance, his neck snapping to the side to blink owlishly at you. “huh?”

you open your mouth to repeat yourself, but it seems that your words finally register when his eyes go wide and his ears go pink, blush deepening as he sharply turns his gaze back to the road. “oh, i-i’m fine, great, nothing’s wrong.”

he slides his hand across the console to squeeze your knee, the heat of his big hand sending exciting jolts up your thigh to your core. usually it was a comforting gesture from him, but the way his calloused fingertips dug into your skin was unusually tight and bruising.

“you look like something’s on your mind,” you prod, resisting the urge to squeeze your thighs together. you can’t help but enjoy it when he’s rough with you, no matter the cause.

“just thinkin’.” seungcheol responds dismissively, the faraway look in his eyes unreadable.

“about…?”

“you with your niece.” he finally admits with a wistful sigh, his hand sliding from your knee up the inside of your thigh. you widen your legs to allow his venture thoughtlessly. “you’re so good with her, baby… you’d be such a good mother, i just know it.”

“you really think so?” you gush. “you know how badly i’ve always wanted kids… i’m a little jealous that my sister beat me to it. don’t get me wrong, i love babying kkuma too, but…”

you turn to gaze out at all the neighbors christmas lights you drive past, glittering so beautifully in the dark and snow, fully expecting the conversation to end there— you and seungcheol have only been married for a short while, stuck in an awkward sort of limbo where you were stuck between wanting to truly settle down and wanting to advance your careers. this sort of talk always made him uneasy, and he usually let these conversations die without much input at all. it made you a little sad, but you understood why he was hesitant. his career was always of the utmost importance to him.

but instead of silence, seungcheol blurted out; “i know what to give you for christmas this year.”

your head swiveled back to cock at him oddly, a confused smile beginning to tug at your cherry red lips. “just now? cheolie, christmas is today.”

“you’ll understand when we get home.” is all he said more.

and it did finally hit you, once you arrived at your house and stepped foot inside— in the blink of an eye seungcheol had you pressed up against the front door, his thick muscular arms pinning you effortlessly against the hard, cold wood. he steals your breath with a blazing kiss, filthy and debauched and entirely out of left field, swallowing down your high-pitched moan when he reaches down to grab a rough handful of your ass through your dress. you claw weakly at his flannel shirt, taken by complete surprise and unable to do anything else but melt against his lips and touch.

“cheolie, wait,” you whimper when he breaks the kiss, chest heaving as you search fruitlessly for words to say. seungcheol’s pretty plump lips are smeared with red from your lipstick.

“i’m going to give you a baby for christmas,” he growls, hot breath fanning your flushed face. “how about that, baby, hm? i’ll make you a mommy, just like you want…”

“oh, please,” you breathe out in rapture, leaning in for another heated, heavy kiss.

he takes his time with you, kissing away all your impatient whines— effortlessly he picks you up bridal style, just as he had on your wedding day, and carries you to the bedroom to spread you out gently across the king-sized bed. the veins in his biceps bulge deliciously, your mouth watering at the sight as he tugs his shirt off and over his head. he doesn’t give you enough time to appreciate his body in all its glory, unfortunately; like a man possessed he climbs on top of you and tears wildly at your clothes. you’re both naked before you can register it, your sparkly dress a crumpled heap on the floor, your panties, the same holiday red as your lipstick, caught on your ankle as seungcheol spreads your legs wide.

“i don’t need fingers,” you plead when you feel his blunt fingertips tease at your dripping folds, your husband always so tentative even when he’s worked up. “please, just need you inside of me.”

“a-are you sure?” seungcheol huffs, his pretty brown eyes blown wide and wild in arousal. you still struggle to take him most nights, even after all these years… but that painfully delicious burn is all that you craved to feel.

he relents with a nod of your head, retracting his hand to grip the meat of your thigh. he props your legs on his shoulders, giving the inside of your knee a quick kiss before positioning himself at your entrance. your pussy is so wet that his cock slides into you without much resistance, down to the hilt in one slow thrust. the stretch makes your eyes roll back in your head with a low, broken moan, so dizzyingly deep inside of you that it felt as if his fat, bulbous tip was prodding at your belly. he makes no movements, intent on letting you adjust to his size for a moment, but you’re far too impatient and greedy for your gift— with your arms shaking like jelly you lift yourself up off the bedsheets just enough to give the man above you a wanton, desperate pout. “fuck me, cheolie,” you beg him, “put a baby in me, please!”

he doesn’t have to be told twice; with a defeated groan seungcheol relents, slowly withdrawing his cock from your pulsing cunt before thrusting back inside with vigor. the rhythm he quickly builds is brutal, his long thick cock dragging against your gummy walls blissfully, hitting every sensitive spot you had. his fat heavy balls slap wetly against your ass with every thrust of his hips, the obscene clapping sound adding to the symphony of squelches from your pussy and moans from both of your mouths. your arms give out and you fall crashing back into the pillows, your face burning from the filthiness of it all. the pathetic little mewls tumbling from your lips sound borderline pornographic— he makes you cry out every time his cockhead slams against your cervix, admiring you spread out underneath him with a crooked grin. you’re sure he’s never fucked you this hard before, your climax racing to a crescendo before you could even begin to process it. and you didn’t have to ask to know that seungcheol was close too; the way he gripped your thighs was unmistakable, no doubt leaving dusky purple fingerprints in his wake as he bent you nearly in half and rose from his knees to fuck into you even harder.

“such good pussy,” seungcheol growls, more to himself than to you, throwing his head back in pleasure as his thrusts pick up even more speed. “fuck, i love this pussy so much. so fuckin’ wet and tight—"

his big hands held your ass in the air, your back arching off of the bed in a curve that you knew drove him wild. your knees were nearly knocking against your face, your core burning from the stretch to the point it was almost painful, but you couldn’t focus on anything other than the dizzying, mind-blowing pleasure that ignited your entire body. your thighs began to shake in seungcheol’s grasp, just on the edge of your orgasm… but you and him both knew you couldn’t cum from just this alone.

“daddy!” you cry, tears welling in your eyes as you try to reach for your clit yourself, “daddy, i wanna cum, please!”

seungcheol smacks your hand away and replaces it with his own, his talented fingers rubbing tight circles against the engorged bundle of nerves. “that’s it, scream for daddy,” he goads with a breathless chuckle, “gonna make me a daddy, yeah? gonna take all this cum like a good girl? come on, cum with daddy.”

your orgasm hits you like a train, your cunt clamping around seungcheol’s cock like a vice, milking him for all he’s worth as you gush and squirt around him. with a deep, animalistic grunt he cums as well, hot thick white ropes filling your needy pussy up until it was overflowing and dripping down onto the sheets. you feel so full and satiated, tummy warm with his sticky seed, seungcheol’s thrusts growing weaker and slower as you both come crashing down from your highs. gently, he places you back down onto the bed, untangles your limbs and kisses your aching joints as if in apology.

“did so good, baby,” he chuckles, leaning down to press another chaste kiss to your tummy. “merry christmas to you and the little one.”

[dear-satan]

Beginning Of the End II

player 230/Thanos x Reader

★ word count: 8k

★ CW: fem!reader, reader is a player 457, funding issues, fraud, mention of cigarettes, alcohol and drugs, mentions of death, blood, normal squid game stuff

★ previous part, next part

The headache was terrible - dull, radiating to every limb. A quiet groan escaped your lips, a hand rubbed your face. When you wanted to open your eyes, a bright light blinded you. It took you a few seconds to try to open them again and what you saw froze the blood in your veins.

You were lying on a metal, bunk bed - one of many. They stood in a huge hall, resembling some kind of warehouse. The walls were painted in two colors - white on the stone floor and turquoise on the middle. There were no decorations except for a large, digital counter with the number 457, hanging high above the door.

You looked at yourself. You were covered with a blanket and there was no trace of your clothes. Instead, you had some kind of tracksuit set in a similar color to the walls above. On the left chest there was a fabric sticker with the number, 457. There was no phone, keys, nothing in the pocket of the sweatshirt or sweatpants. You couldn't locate your purse either.

"Where the hell am I?" you asked yourself more than anyone else. Besides, after looking around you noticed that you were the only person who had woken up so far.

You slid quietly out of bed and started to walk down - your bed was at the very top. You walked slowly, staring at every sleeping person in your sight. You tried to remember anything that had happened after you got in the car.

The night was cold, really cold. You were wearing a light jacket that you had grabbed in a hurry. Slowly you began to doubt your actions, that you had decided to leave the house that day.. You didn't know who the people organizing the game were.. However, this man promised a large sum for winning, you yourself got 100,000 won for winning ddakji. So how much will you get for winning something else? 200, 300 or maybe 500 thousand? Maybe it wasn't much, but every injection of cash will come in handy.

The roar of the engine brought you back to earth. A dark car stood in front of you, with the window slightly open. You didn't see who was sitting behind the wheel, but you were asked for your name. You gave it with a slight hesitation and then the back door opened. You entered, despite your internal battle.

"Good evening." you groaned even though there was no one inside "Do you know where-" you stopped when a strange smell started to come out of the air conditioning, making your head spin. You tried to grab the handle, open the door but to no avail. You felt all your strength leave your body, and then-

"Su-bong.?" you stopped for a moment, blinking a few times. You walked over to the metal frame.

He was lying there, covered with a blanket. His purple hair was a perfect contrast to the white pillow. "Baby.." you crouched down next to him, touching his cheek with a trembling hand. On his chest was the number 230. "He must have joined earlier." you thought, resting your forehead on the mattress. Everything started to connect - where he got the money, who "beat" him and what "easy job" he found. He also met this guy, he also played ddakji.. And he also got stuck god knows where, with you.

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You squeezed his hand while standing in the crowd. You listened silently as outraged people began to complain, to shout. Guards in masks, dressed in pink jumpsuits explained everything. They explained that nothing was going to happen to you, that during 6 days you would take part in 6 different games, after which your belongings would be immediately returned to you. But what stuck in your mind the most was the win.

45.7 billion won.

Your legs gave way at the thought of winning such a huge sum of money. That amount would pay off any debt and provide a decent living for a very, very long time.

Did you hear that beautiful?” Su-bong leaned in to you, “I told you everything would go back to normal. We’ll be rich!” he left a small kiss on your cheek, causing whispers from the crowd of people.

Of course the young ones knew him. As soon as he woke up, he was surrounded by a lot of the more daring fans, and the shy ones stood far away, staring at you.

"Yes.."

Players, the first game will start soon. Please prepare and follow the rules.

You were let out into a pastel corridor with lots of stairs. First, you were told to take a picture. Then you went up the stairs to the upper floor. Large doors led to a square, the sun pleasantly caressed your skin. The walls imitated some kind of field and on the other side of the square stood a tall doll, staring at you blankly. Above it was a similar display to the room you woke up in.

The first game will be red light, green light. Players are lined up behind a white line and can only move when the music plays. Breaking the rules means the elimination of the player.

"That's it? Are we going to play a stupid kids game?"

A man ran out in front of the crowd - 456. He started shouting something about the game. That you can't move under any circumstances and that elimination means death.

Death.

You swallowed hard and your body shuddered, which didn't go unnoticed by Thanos. “Easy, señorita.” His smile didn’t make you feel any better. “He’s probably high on something.”

It's time to start the game

Music began to play from the speakers. The crowd began to hesitantly take steps forward, crossing the white line. When the music stopped and a "red light" was heard in the background, 456 shouted to freeze, which you did without any protest. It seemed pretty simple. It was literally a game that everyone probably played as a child. Elimination seemed really hard.. But not impossible.

196 standing near you started screaming and waving her arms. Then there was a moment of silence until suddenly a short, loud and sharp sound was heard throughout the entire area, after which the girl fell to the ground

Player 196 has been eliminated.

You saw blood on the sandpaper. Its metallic scent spread through the air, making your stomach twist inside you. The other players, seeing her dead body, began to run away, making the next series of shots echo dully in your skull. Red liquid sprayed across your face as the bullet went almost straight through the head of the woman in front of you. You felt the instant noodles you had eaten a few hours earlier rise to your throat, and your legs were giving way. But you kept standing. You had to.

"Don't move, do you hear me? I'm right behind you, everything will be okay.." Su-bong's voice slowed down your heartbeat.

The rules of the game were announced over the speakers again, after which the music indicating movement began to play. However, neither you nor a few other players dared to move. You looked up at the screen, two minutes left. Hearing the green light announcement, you wanted to take a step forward, you really did. But you couldn't. Your legs seemed to refuse to obey you, effectively grounding you. If you stayed here - you would die. That was for sure.

Panic began to take hold of your body as you barely refrained from moving as that damn doll scanned the crowd with its eyes. Luckily, you moved at the perfect moment when the music started. Thanos' hand grabbed yours and pulled you forward. "I've got you." Now you were following him. He was the guide who slowly led you to the finish line. There was only one thought in your head - loud and rational.

You wanted to go home, now.

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Hands were shaking as you sat on Su-bong's mattress. Your gaze was fixed on a point known only to you. You ignored all external stimuli since your feet crossed the safe white line. You ignored the questions Thanos asked you, his touch, warm words of comfort. You ignored how some boy with the number 124 approached him and since then he didn't leave him. You were terrified, although this statement was really a vague description of what you felt. You had never seen a dead person and you didn't think you ever would. It was a completely different experience than watching death on the TV screen. You felt it, you felt the touch of death on your own skin and it was the most disgusting touch you had ever experienced.

However, your attention was caught by the screams. Players started shouting about going home, about wanting to stop participating in the games. 456 mentioned something about voting. Everyone agreed, they wanted to vote. You lined up in the middle. The voting started with the highest number - you. You let go of Thanos' hand and walked up to two buttons - a red X and a blue O. You bit your lip, turning your head away. Su-bong was staring at you with a slight smile, his face still smeared with blood from one of the players. Then you looked at the pig-shaped piggy bank hanging above you - after you returned to the hall, it had been filled with cash.

45.7 billion.

You sighed heavily, looking at the buttons again. Your hand lifted and after a moment of hesitation, it fell on the button. The guard handed you a cloth velcro patch and you slowly walked to the designated spot, placing the marker on your right breast.

X - 1 O - 0

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[mayahawkesfirstwife]

To All the Girls I’ve Loved Before (Part 2)

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This series is based off of the movie “To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before” but like the gay Stranger Things version. If you haven’t seen it you should go watch, it’s so good! This is more of a modern day, so they have cell phones and social media! I hope y’all enjoy.

Parts: Part 1, Part 2

Pairings: Robin Buckley x Fem! Reader

Summary: Y/n writes secret, soul-baring letters to her five crushes, but never meant to send them. Now they are out and wreaking havoc on your life.

Italics are Y/n’s thoughts

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Y/N’S POV:

I walked over to where I seen Nancy sitting by herself on the bleachers, headphones on, probably sad about Johnathan.

“Hey, this seat taken?” I ask, pointing at the seat beside her.

“No, you can sit…” She smiles.

I sat down and smile awkwardly, she looks over at me.

“I gotta ask, did he tell you he was gonna do it? I mean you’re his sister…”

“No, he didn’t tell me about this…” I said, looking down at my lap.

“We’re still cool, though, right?” She asks with a hopeful smile.

“Yes, of course, we’re cool…” I smiled, scooting a little closer. “Cool.”

“Do you want some?” I ask, offering some of my chips.

I smile as she puts her hand out and I give her a few and eat some myself.

She offers her other headphone to me and we share them, sitting closer.

I know what you’re thinking.

But we really were cool.

However I felt about Nancy…I could never do that to Johnathan.

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The same day, I was in the car with Will, he put his seatbelt on and started tugging it to make sure it worked.

I tilt my head, “Really?” I ask, he shrugs.

I sigh, starting to pull out of the school driveway and felt something hit the back of the car. “Woah, ow!”

My eyes widen and I look in the mirror and seen Robin look down to see who just almost run her over.

Will started laughing as he looked through the window as Robin walked around.

“Oh god…” I said, shutting my eyes as I shook my head.

She knocks on the car window and I sigh, rolling it down.

“Hi.” She says.

I glance at her, “Hi…”

“How you doing?” She asks, I avoid eye contact. “Good.”

“Yeah?” She chuckles, I nod.

“You know, people usually check behind them before they reverse. You know? To avoid killing others, it’s a thing they do.” She says and I hum.

“Yeah, i’m just not completely comfortable with using my mirrors yet, so…” I try to explain as Robin smirks.

“Yeah, clearly.” She says and looks around, “Uh, do you think you can make it out the parking lot, or…?”

“Yeah, we’re fine…really.”

“Sure, whatever you say, Byers.” She nods a couple of times, “Hey, you’re in charge.” She points at Will and he laughs.

She walks away and I roll my window up and put my head on the wheel slowly.

“Who was that?” Will asks.

“That was Robin Buckley.”

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I laid on the couch with Will, watching That 70’s Show with him. “What do you think Johnathans doing tonight?” I asked.

“Crack.”

“Will!” I hit his leg and he chuckles, looking up from the TV.

“Kidding, of course.” He says, and I sigh. “It’s weird not having him here…”

“It’s weird not having Nancy here, either.”

“Y/n…if you had a girlfriend, then maybe you wouldn’t have to drive at all, because she’d take us places.” He said as he sat up all the way.

“If that’s what it takes, I think you’re stuck with me.” I chuckled, he comes to sit closer to me.

“I dunno, what about the girl you almost killed the other day?” He asks and I look down at my lap.

“She’s dating Vickie.”

“So?” He says and I look up at him, confused. “It’s not just that…don’t you find it kinda depressing that it’s Saturday night, and you’re watching That 70’s Show for the millionth time with your brother?”

“No. I love this show and I love hanging out with you.” I said, eating some popcorn.

“Okay, I’m not telling you this to make you feel bad, but, Y/n…I cancelled plans to be here tonight. I don’t think you had anything going on though?” He says.

I look up, my jaw dropped slightly. “That’s harsh, Will.”

He shrugs, “The truth hurts, Y/n…”

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“What’d you do last night?” Chrissy pants as we were doing laps outside for our gym class.

“I finished another book, it was so good.” I said as we jog past Robin looked confused.

“Oh, yeah?” Chrissy giggles.

“Hey! Can I talk to you?” Robin asks as she jogs up to us.

“Um, me?” I ask, confused as I point at myself.

“Yeah.” She said and Chrissy pants, “Hey, Rob! I heard Vickie dumped you for a college student, that true?” She asks and I hold back laughter.

“Uh, I heard you’re a lesbian, is that true?”

“Robin!” I slap her shoulder and Chrissy giggles, “Sure am! I love boobs! Especially Y/n’s!”

“She’s kidding, she’s with Jason.” I roll my eyes.

“Well, I need to talk to Y/n, alone.” Robin says and Chrissy walks inside.

“I’m going to the nurses office!” She pants.

“Listen, I just wanted to say I appreciate it, but it’s never going to happen.” Robin says as soon as Chrissy is far enough to not hear.

“I’m sorry, what?” I asked, even more confused.

“Okay, from what I remember that kiss was hot, you know, for being in seventh grade, and I think it’s really cool you think I have golden specks in…in my eyes.” She says.

My eyebrows scrunch up as I look down at the letter she held in her hands.

The letter I wrote, the one I never sent out!

“It’s just, Vickie and I are in a really weird place right now…”

I could barely hear her voice as I suddenly felt dizzy and everything was spinning. Oh, no.

“I don’t know what you hoped to…woah!” She gasps as I fell onto the ground.

She kneels down beside me, “Hey, Y/n! Y/n.” She waved her hand in my face.

My eyes start to open and I seen Robin above me, “Are you alright?” She asks.

I look around, “What happened?” I asked, hoping what happened was not real.

“You fainted.” She said, with an awkward smile.

“Oh…okay.” I said, shutting my eyes and she quickly helped me up.

I sat up, “Do you want me to call someone? Should I get you some water? Or…”

I look behind her and spot Nancy walking our direction, letter in hand.

“Oh, my god.” I gasp, Nancy gets closer and I look at Robin. “Oh, my god!”

I grab her face and kiss her quickly, her eyes widen and she taken aback as her back touches the ground and she puts her hands up.

“Hey! Stop that!” My gym teacher shouts, “Two more laps for you, Byers!”

I sat up, pulling back from Robin. “Um…thank you.” I said, running off.

I ran past Nancy who watches me run past, Robin also stared at me.

“Y/n!” Nancy calls out but I quickly went inside the girl’s bathroom and hid in a stall.

I grab the stall door and sigh.

This cannot be happening.

I hear a door open and close, “Hey, Y/n, you in there?” I heard a voice call out.

“No.” I said quickly.

I see their hand slip the letter under the stall, Tina’s letter.

“I didn’t mean to barge in on you. I saw you run in here and I wanted to make sure you were okay. And uh…” She says as I pick up the letter from the floor.

“Thought you might want that back, it’s seems a little personal.”

“Tina, know that I wrote this years ago.” I said, holding tightly onto the letter.

“Freshman Homecoming, right?” She asks and I open the stall door and step out.

“I had a lot of fun that night, too. But you know that i’m straight, right?”

I did not.

“Yes, of course! Yeah, duh!” I giggle, playing it off.

It’s not like we did anything, we just ended up sitting together at Homecoming and we talked and danced and had a good time.

I thought it was quite nice, special. I didn’t know she was straight. She didn’t give that vibe.

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“Hey, sweetie!” My mom says as I ran past them to my room.

I looked in my closet and seen the box of my letters weren’t in their usually spot.

“Have you seen a blue, sorta teal box? It has fabric on top of it, it’s round and there’s a bow on top of it!”

“Woah, slow down sweetie. I haven’t seen any blue box.”

“Are you sure? Johnathan gave it to me, it’s very important!” I said, frustrated.

“I don’t know, sweetheart. Maybe it went out with the Goodwill boxes.” She said and my jaw drops.

“The Goodwill boxes?”

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The letters are out.

They’re out. There’s nothing I can do about it.

I stood up and looked out the window with a sigh, Will walks into my room, “What are you doing?”

“Nothing.” I chuckle, leaning on the window as I hear the front door open.

“Y/n! Nancy’s here to talk to you!” Our mom shouts and I groan.

“You never saw me.” I said, opening the window and slipping out the window.

I grabbed my bike and biked to my favorite nearby cafe.

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[0san-ta0]

SOCIAL MEDIA| a.fredrick part 2

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user I was just about to agree with you but not arthur liking it before me?!?!!?!?

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arthurtv hey! I'm trying my best to capture the true essence of the subject matter

yourinstagram all that waffling just to say I'm pretty...

arthurtv that's not even what I meant

yourinstagram so you're saying I'm ugly?

arthurtv no...no..no that's not what I meant at all

georgeclarkeey now you've gone and broken him

user the candid photos are just gorgeous <<333

user am I the only one seeing these interactions!?!? and now you people will try to tell me that i'm just delulu huh?

user girlie nothing about that interaction says platonic and nobody can tell me otherwise

chrismd_10 if you stuck with your original then everything would've been fine

yourinstagram chrissy don't worry you werent there plus was I supposed to teleport you back?!!?

chrismd_10 could've waited for me if you actually cared

yourinstagram ...sir beauty waits for no mortal man plus I wanted to go swimming

user wifey is still beautiful as always

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yourinstagram photo dump from vacation plus the cutie arthur fredrick

georgeclarkeey ...so noone else made the cut huh?

chrismd_10 being replaced is a funny feeling

yourinstagram I could never replace you chrissy....george though you can choke on pebble

user arthur in that second pic though!!!! jrfuwrhfwjefiwf

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yourinstagram I aprove this message

user I'm sitting here waiting for arthur's comment

arthurfnhill you're gonna be waiting a while then he's kinda busy blushing arthurtv why are you outing me on the internet arthur!!

arthurtv glad to be of service to you for the short while

yourinstagram don't worry I'll call you up anytime chris is giving me a hard time arthurtv i'll stay ready just for you liked by yourinstagram

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yourinstagram the views on the flight back home were stunning

user why do I think that she isn't only talking about the landscape...

user you aren't the only one. that last pic being arthur seems like a hint

gkbarry my wife is back home!!

yourinstagram honey I'm coming to get you that drink<3

gkbarry waiting patiently for you to come get me <3

user the shoes!?! I NEED THEM!

georgeclarkeey took my boyfriend away from me...for what? to talk about stupid whales?

arthurtv yes, yes she did. and it was an amazing conversation too

yourinstagram see george even your boyfriend loves me more than you. says a lot tbh.

arthurtv best seatmate ever!

yourinstagram can't take the title if it's already being held by you though

user y/n and arthur interacting are so freaking cute I swear!!

user now I need video length content these insta comments aren't cutting it

liked by arthurtv, chrismd_10, freyanightingale and 219,742 others yourinstagram third wheeling is character building if you guys needed to know

user listen if we get married boom no more third wheeling

user not you trying make a move on my woman... user not you both trying to get the mother of my children to cheat arthurtv truth be told I think she's closer to being my woman than you three combined comment has been deleted yourinstagram ARTHUR!??!?!? user is this relationship confirmation?????

arthurfnhill glad to see my friends going out without me

yourinstagram don't look at me. last I heard you were asleep arthurfnhill like waking someone up is not a thing yourinstagram next time....maybe

user I cant be the only one who saw arthur's comment???

user I saw it tooo!! this man is bold bold cause what!?!?

arthurtv those are two dashing young men in the last photo!!

yourinstagram I'm not speaking to you sir. arthurtv what? why? it was an honest mistake!! yourinstagram sure......I'll believe you

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yourinstagram when he's a nerd <33 @arthurtv

user this sounds like a relationship announcement

user girl my heart just stopped for a minute

yourinstagram maybe it is, maybe it isn't

georgeclarkeey finally he can talk someone else's ears off about his animals

arthurtv here I was thinking you liked hearing me speak. some boyfriend you are

yourinstagram it's okay sweetheart I'll appreciate you

georgeclarkeey throwing up a little

user is that the natural history museum.....HE GOT HIS DREAM DATE 😭😭

user when I realized it I started smiling way too hard

chrismd_10 two nerds who deserve each other

yourinstagram I can tell why she broke up with you

chrismd_10 that's it I'm ending it

yourinstagram no chrissy I need you please don't jump (do a flip)

arthurtv when she encourages you to ramble<3

yourinstagram forever and always <3

georgeclarkeey I can't take it anymore blocking you both

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arthurtv just goes to show that being smart gets you the girl

user.....AHHHH WE WON Y/NTHUR NATION WE FINALLY WON

user screaming crying throwing up so happy for you mr.television!!

yourinstagram actually it was your cute face but you know whatever you feel like worked

arthurtv so you only saw a pretty face...so all the talk about my brains was a lie!?!? yourinstagram yes. yes it was.

user can't wait for the y/n couples content

user you and me both girlie

georgeclarkeey so happy for you arthur but y/n still bullies me so not happy for her

yourinstagram sir all I said was you looked hotter right after the bike incident

georgeclarkeey @arthurtv see this who you fell in love with

arthurtv are you saying that women can't have opinions george?

georgeclarkeey women can but y/n needs some time in timeout

yourinstagram I still believe you should eat rocks

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A punk and his lover walk out of a bar.

★ Drunk!hobie x G/N reader

☆ synopsis: Hobie goes out to the pub, yet drinks more than he can handle.

★ warnings; mentions of alcohol, cussing, fluff, brief kissing.

☆ Nibble-sized Drabble, 906 words

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Everything started with a text message with multiple typos, asking you to come pick him up.

“Im ay the pub”

“Can you pick me uo”

“Pleaz”

"hwllo?"

..More typos than usual, at least. You knew he was going to the pub with some of his friends, and you were working that evening so you couldn’t really come with him; not that you wanted to anyway since his friends had such heavy accents you could hardly understand them. You trusted that he had the maturity and ability to not get too damn drunk. But here you were, walking into the bar to find Hobie leaned against a pillar of the bar with his head in his arms. You could recognize his wild wicks and tall lanky body from miles away.

“Oh my god.” You groaned as you walked over to him and put your hand on his arm, “Hobie, Hey, c’mon, we’re leaving.”

He shrugged your hand off of him and pouted at you with furrowed eyebrows “Heyyy.. You.! Don’- don’ touch me- I’ve go’ a lovely p-” He hiccuped, “Partner! Don’.. don’ you..” He trailed off as he took your hands and drooped his head down and leaned his back on the pillar. “Don’ touch me.. They’ll fuck you up.”

You chuckled and held his hands, “It’s me, calm down, god you’re so drunk.” You said to him while trying to guide him out of the pub, his long legs stumbling each step and he was giggling.

“I.. Aww… You’re my partner!~” He cooed with a grin as he leaned against you, almost crushing you and knocking you both to the ground if it weren’t for you leaning on the wall outside of the bar. “I love youuuuu~! Th- there was this person trying to flirt wi’ me, but ‘m glad you’ve got me!”

He seems so clingy, becoming so physically affectionate: Like a large dog that doesn’t realize how fucking large and heavy it is. You eventually- somehow, get him into the passenger seat of your car and he melts into the worn leather seat.

“And why did you drink so much tonight?” you ask, driving down the street with your eyes to the road, hands on the dimly lit wheel due to the darkness of the night and few streetlamps littered throughout the city.

“Shhh..shh.” He hummed as he reached over and tried to do a shushing gesture with his finger over your lips before you gently took his wrist and passed him his hand, letting it fall back onto his lap. “I’s a secre’! My mates said tha’- that I need to lighten up.” 

“What?”

“Yeah.” he mumbled, not seeming like he wanted- or could elaborate, he spoke like his tongue was stuck to the roof of his mouth.

He then went quiet, falling asleep in the passenger seat as he stunk of beer and gin. You two eventually made it back to Hobie’s houseboat, it was astonishing how you managed to drag his ass onto the harbor, onto the boat, into his bedroom, and letting him plop onto his bed. He groaned, rolling onto his stomach and burying his face in the pillow, babbling on about how comfy ‘this bed is’.

You continue to help him out, trying to untie the laces of his boots and struggled to loosen it enough to get it off of his feet. “Alright, you’re not sleeping in this jacket.” You said with a breathless chuckle as you started to pull off his jacket.

He suddenly captures your lips in a hungry kiss, usually his kisses are perfect and always good at turning you on–but instead, he tasted of cheap beer and gin. Not the most attractive taste to have as you two kissed, you much rathered when he tasted of weed from his shows.

“Nope. not tonight.” You said to him as you pulled away from the kiss and continued to undress him from at least his outside clothing, not wanting to sleep with him while he was in this state.

He whined and laid back again, “C’mon.. I miss you.”

“What do you mean?”

He grumbled in response and pulled you down to lay beside him, his long arms wrapping around your body like a spider weaving its web. “I love you.. S’much, you’re so amazing t’me and I can’t imagine losing you..” He mumbled into your hair with his voice suddenly wavering and vulnerable, “‘m sorry, sorry for upsetting you, you’re perfec’ and love you more than anythin.” he continued, holding you close.

“Okay, You’re really fucking drunk.” you half joked with a chuckle as you tried to get up, but he didn't at all try to let go of you one bit, his hands and arms locked around your waist. 

This hangover was going to be awesome to witness.

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The morning hit Hobie like a truck, he woke up with the last thing in his memory was laughing with his buddies in the pub, and here he was in bed again with the light seeping into his vision and pounding head. 

He starts to want to call out for your name, but soon sees you walking in with water and a container of pills for headaches, “Morning~” You cooed with a teasing grin. Hobie groans and clasps his hands over his face, knowing he won’t hear the end of it.

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@Hobie-y-ellie You’re the one who got me to make much more gender neutral fics 🗣️🔥

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새해 ★ 𝖭𝖤𝖶 𝖸𝖤𝖠𝖱𝖲

. ﹙☆﹚. 𝗌𝗒𝗇𝗈𝗉𝗌𝗂𝗌 . new years is a time to reflect, celebrate, think of what you’ll be doing in the next year. or for y/n maybe not. well, never say never, right? 

. ﹙☆﹚. 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 . 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝗌𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗁𝗐𝖺 𝗑 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

. ﹙☆﹚. 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾 . 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍 & 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿

. ﹙☆﹚. 𝗐𝖼 . 𝟤.𝟢𝗄

. ﹙☆﹚. 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 . 𝗇𝗈𝗇𝖾!

. ﹙☆﹚. 𝗇𝗍𝗐𝗋𝗄 𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗌 . @kflixnet @kbookshelf @pirateeznet

11:30….30 minutes to midnight. You were still in the same position you've been in since you've woken up: staring at the wall. Your New Years Eve was nothing to celebrate, it was just another reminder that your family was in America and that you were alone.

And it wouldn’t be help since your boyfriend was busy. You were supposed to spend the evening together, but he called last minute saying he had something come up. He didn’t give details, and you were too hurt to ask.

11:32…28 minutes left of the year. It didn’t seem so bad, it was better than sitting there and doing nothing. You could go out with your neighbors. They had been good to you, and you liked their company, but the thought of being a third wheel for their New Years celebration didn't appeal to you. So that wasn't an option. Maybe a movie would take your mind off things. You could rent something or put on one of those countdowns to watch. You knew it wouldn’t be as entertaining as actually spending the night out, but it would help the time go by faster. 

You stood up from your spot on the bed and headed to the living room to get the remote. 11:37...21 minutes until the new year. The only things on were news or those countdowns you dreaded watching. But if you didn’t want to stay in the bedroom the entire time, you'd have to put up with it. You settled on the local news channel. At least you wouldn’t be bombarded with cheesy songs or the same hosts from years past. And they were talking about the upcoming year.

"What will you do to start your New Year off right?" One of the anchors asked. You thought for a moment, you didn’t know how you were going to start this year off. Maybe alone like you were now. "I don't know. What about you, Mike?"

"Well, I plan to spend time with my loved ones and maybe go on a date or two. Maybe a romantic picnic."

"Ooooh, a romantic picnic? You never mentioned wanting to do that before. Is there a special lady that has your heart?"

"That's a secret, and don't think I forgot about you, Linda. What are you going to do for the New Year?"

"Probably spend time with my kids, and make sure I visit my family more." The anchors went on to talk about other resolutions, and you didn't bother to pay attention to them. It's not like they'd give you any ideas

11:44, 15 minutes left in the year. You were still staring blankly at the television, the anchors had changed topics to the weather, and you could have cared less. You looked at the clock and wondered if you should even bother to stay up until midnight. 

There wasn't anything special about the new year. All the hype and fanfare was a waste of time, and a lot of money. People were willing to spend thousands of dollars on New Year's decorations, and parties. If it weren’t for all that, then people would have just stayed home and watched the ball drop.

Your thoughts have begin to turn. From gazing lately at the TV to wondering what your New Year’s resolution was. It was a silly tradition. Making a goal that was either going to be broken in a matter of weeks or not even done. You were sure you weren’t the only one that had thought that, and you weren’t the first person to not keep a New Years resolution. You could name a couple that you've tried to stick to in the past, but failed.

One was to stop spending so much money on sweets, but that ended as soon as you passed a bakery. Another was to eat healthier. That lasted until you saw a pizza advertisement, and then you had to order one. And the one that always stuck out the most was trying to spend more time with family. But how could you when they were so far away, and you had school and work to worry about.

You shook your head and pushed those thoughts away. Why should you even bother to try this year, when the past ones were a fail. It would be a waste of time and effort. And a lot of other people would end up doing the same thing.

You had decided to just get ready for bed, it's not like you'd miss much if you went to sleep. It's not like your boyfriend would care.

11:47, 12 minutes left of the year, and you were headed towards the bathroom. You were surprised when you didn't see any signs of a party or noise coming from the apartment across from yours. You were expecting some kind of celebration. But there was no loud music or the sound of talking. It was oddly quiet, and it was unsettling. Maybe you were hearing things, and that there was some sort of get together going on. Or they were all asleep.

You walked back to your bathroom and started to wash your face. You tried not to think of the fact that the only people that would probably be awake with you would be the people in the buildings next to yours. And that wasn't much to look forward to.

You finished cleaning your face and turned off the water. As you reached for the towel you felt the ground rumble beneath your feet. At first, you thought it was an earthquake, but then you heard the fireworks go off. You were quick to the window and peered outside.

You could see the sky was filled with red and gold fireworks. Each one bigger than the last, and each one louder than the next. You could even see them from the park a few blocks away. You watched as the show went on, and how the fireworks got brighter and larger. You wondered where they had gotten them from, and how long the show would go on. 

You didn’t know there were going to be fireworks in the city. Then again, you didn't bother to find out. You didn’t realize how long the show would last until you felt something in your eyes. You blinked rapidly, trying to get rid of the tears. And once you finally stopped, you could feel the wet trails running down your cheeks.

You reached up to your face, and wiped them away. You weren't aware that you were crying.

11:50, 10 minutes until the new year.

The show was still going strong. The colors in the sky were changing, and there were more types of fireworks. You couldn’t help but smile. The fireworks were beautiful, and the show was amazing. And the way the lights reflected in the dark sky and water was mesmerizing. It was a sight you've never seen before.

But then the lights suddenly dimmed, and the sound of the fireworks slowly stopped.

11:53, 7 minutes left of the old year.

You weren’t sure if the show was over, or if it was just taking a break. But it had taken the excitement away. The fireworks had brought a smile to your face, but now the only thing you could hear was the silence. You wanted to hear the booms again, and watch as the sky was lit up. You wanted to feel that excitement again. The only excitement you felt these last few hours.

You turned away from the window and walked back to the couch watched the last seven minutes of the New Year’s Eve countdown. It was nothing compared to the fireworks, but it was something to do. You didn't want to be reminded of how alone you were, or that the new year was starting with no one there. You just wanted the last few minutes of the year to be over, and that you could go to sleep and wake up to the new year. As you looked over to the clock, you wondered if it would be worth the wait. Or if you should just call it a night and get some sleep. But what would that accomplish? Would you really feel better about waiting or would you wake up disappointed. And why was the thought of waiting bothering you?

You couldn't understand why you were questioning yourself, and why you were letting the thoughts of the New Year bother you. It was just another day, just a longer night. So why did it have to bother you so much.

Maybe it was because this year was different. This year had the promise of change. Of new beginnings and opportunities. A chance to be better, and to accomplish new goals. But you didn’t believe it. You didn’t believe you'd be able to stick to the goal, or that you could change for the better. That the year would be better than the last.

And it was the thought of failure that was getting to you. Because no matter how hard you tried, it wouldn’t be enough. You wouldn't be able to succeed. The only thing that was certain was that the new year would end the same as the last, and the one before. With you alone.

11:56, 4 minutes left.

The thoughts were eating away at you. Why couldn’t you just be happy? Why did it matter what year it was? There were a few things to celebrate. You had a job and were in school. Your grades were good and you were doing well in both. You had friends and a boyfriend, but you didn’t have the same goals they did. And you didn’t have their happiness.

11:57, 3 minutes left.

Maybe the only thing you needed to do was to stop caring. To not let the thoughts consume you. The new year wasn’t a bad thing. It was just another day, and that nothing was going to change. Your life would stay the same, and there was nothing to worry about. It wasn’t worth the hassle.

11:58, 2 minutes left.

There were things that were worth celebrating. Like your birthday, Christmas, and graduation. But New Years didn't seem like one. Even if the fireworks had made it special.

But maybe you were wrong. Maybe you shouldn’t have given up hope. It's not like you've given up, you've just been down and didn’t see a reason to try anymore. Maybe it was time to stop looking down. To look at the positives in your life. The friends and family you have, the love and support, and the encouragement. You should have been thankful for those things. And maybe it was time to focus on the positives.

11:59, 1 minute left.

You sat there in silence, watching as the numbers slowly changed. And for the first time in a while, you were feeling better. Like the weight had been lifted off your shoulders. And that a new beginning was what you needed.

The ball was counting down the last few seconds. You stood up from your spot and waited. That was until somebody knocked. 12:00.

You turned to the door, surprised by the sudden knock. Who could be visiting you at this hour? You opened the door and were greeted by a familiar pair of brown eyes and a warm smile. “Seonghwa?”

He smiled, and before he could say anything, the fireworks went off. You could hear them booming outside, and you could see the lights from the window. You turned to look, and Seonghwa wrapped his arms around you. His chin was resting on top of your head, and he was holding you close.

You could feel his chest rising and falling against your back, and how warm he was. You could smell his cologne, and hear his soft breaths. You couldn’t understand what was going on, and why he was here. But it didn't matter, because you were happy he was.

You didn’t realize that you were crying again, until he had gently turned your face towards him. He placed a gentle kiss on your lips and held you tighter. It was a soft, and comforting. Something that helped to make the situation better.

When the kiss broke, he was the first to speak. "Happy New Year, Y/n." You smiled, and returned the wish. "Happy New Year, Seonghwa."

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Desc and possible Cw: Yandere themes, bone breaking, Ripping off someone's head and putting it on a pole, obsession, and mentions of murder towards a date of yours.

Let me know if I missed any!

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It was a normal Monday afternoon, you were on your way to class. You attend a rather fancy college, whether you're rich and got in that way or you got in for good grades.. It doesn't really matter at the end of the day. She's dotted on you and you can't do anything about it.

• Yandere Magical Girl who… became your friend by "accidentally" forgetting her pencil.

Tap tap! "Excuse me.. could I borrow a pencil?" She asks

• Yandere Magical Girl who… slowly but surely made her way into your life. Going from a simple acquaintance to a best friend.

"It's funny to think about sometimes, 2 months ago we were just two girls who sat next to each other. Now we're best friends!" Yumako chuckles. You were having lunch together, in the school courtyard.

• Yandere Magical Girl who… roots herself into your life, permanently. She's always around, and it's to the point where it feels strange whenever she's not by your side.

"Sorry! I was sick yesterday, it must've been miserable here without me!" Yumako jokes while grinning "Seriously though, let's eat together during lunch!" She smiles

• Yandere Magical Girl who… enjoys spending as much time with you as possible. Studying? Count her in! Even if it's boring, if she's by your side, she doesn't care.

"Oh? Studying? Let's do it together!" Yumako smiles

• Yandere Magical Girl who… secretly fights in the nighttime. During the daytime, she's your best friend who's always by you! During the nighttime, she's wearing a cutesy outfit you'd see in animes, specifically a magical girl anime.

• Yandere Magical Girl who… has a new purpose to fight. She doesn't fight for the purpose of saving the world anymore, she's fighting for the purpose of you and her having a world to live on so you both can get married and grow old together.

• Yandere Magical Girl who… likes to drive away your dates. She'll be touchy-feely and come with you to dates, therefore making your date uncomfortable. You're hers, she's fighting for YOU, You are her everything.

"A date??" Yumako gasps dramatically "With who? Where? When? Why? How?" She's asking so many questions "Let me come with! It'll be fun, I don't mind third-wheeling!" She smiles... it's a lie though. She hates third-wheeling. But it's okay, in the end, your date will be so uncomfortable that they'll leave and ghost you!

• Yandere Magical Girl who… would kill your dates. Oh, they tried getting you to do something you are uncomfortable with? Bone breaking time!! Skull crushing!! Meat grinder!!

"That's terrible (reader).. I'm so sorry they did that. Its okay, you'll probably never see them again!" Yumako says knowing damn well she killed your date the night before

• Yandere Magical Girl who… fights monsters and other evil entities all the time.. yet, if you were ever threatened or found out by one of her enemies, she would personally brutally murder her enemy. She will hang their head on top of a very tall pole.

"How do you know about (reader)? That's funny.. GOODNIGHT" The enemy's head is found severed from their body and stuck onto a pole.

• Yandere Magical Girl who… sounds like Mitsuri Kanroji! She's very soft spoken and sweet.

• Yandere Magical Girl who… brings you gifts all the time! Sweets, trinkets, plushes, etc.

"Here, I got this for you!" Yumako hands you a Kirby plushie "It got it since it was cute and sweet, just like you!"

• Yandere Magical Girl who… after a few weeks of thinking and planning.. decides to pull the ultimate move of all time. Even if you reject her..

• Yandere Magical Girl who… finally confesses.

"I love you (reader).. I always have. The love I hold for you is like no other! My love is pure and sweet, not lust-driven and deprived. (Reader) please accept me as your one and only, for all of time."

• Yandere Magical Girl who… in the end, would do anything for you. Destroy the world? You got it! Discover an alien species? On it!

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Welcome to the end credits! This is Yumako's new and improved fic! I hated how I wrote her other one and it made me so angry. I couldn't even read my own fic! It was so confusing! (𖦹ᯅ𖦹)

I hope you enjoyed reading as I enjoyed writing! (>ᴗ•) !

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[lookingforyn]

Got a odd one tumbling in my head- Sorry if it sounds too silly! Also I dunno how many characters you accept in a single ask, so in case like all of the THH boys is too much-

Can I ask for Kiyotaka, Mondo, and Makoto with a Ultimate Farmer!SO who is bad at flirting? Like they want to impress their friend/crush, and what's the first thing that comes to mind to gift them?

A self-made and aged cheese wheel worth thousands! They gotta match their adoration in weight, and a cheese wheel is pretty heavy!

OMG I LOVE THIS IDEA SOOOO MUCH YESSS!!!!!

Makoto Naegi, Kiyotaka Ishimaru and Mondo Owada X utimate farmer gifting them a cheese wheel

SFW, headcannon format, fluff, gender neutral reader, killing game setting

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Makoto Naegi

•He likes to hear stories about what farm life is like. It’s impressive to him about how much you know about crops and animals, although that type of life is DEFINITELY not for him.

•So he was a bit confused when you brought up helping you out with roping cattle after expressing his opinion on how a guy like him would probably burn the place down by accident

•”I’d love to see how well you do with my cattle. Uhh I mean with my help, I mean you’d probably be awful so you could just watch me do it. OH MY GOD I DIDN’T MEAN TO SAY IT LIKE THAT JUST FORGET WHAT I SAID!!”

•You just wanted to spend time with him but every time you brought up things to do with him at your farm, everything you could conjure up in your head was met with the worse possible outcome due to Makoto’s lack of skill

•Then one idea stuck with you… a giant cheese wheel

•You knocked on his door early in the morning your eyes had sprinkles of joy in them ready for his reaction to be out of this world. Who didn’t like cheese?…unless he was vegan or vegetarian or worse… lactose intolerant

•You were so nervous your hands started to sweat profusely in anticipation of embarrassment by your own making. Makoto opened the door a soft yawn escaping him as he did so

•”Makot! I uh- I-!!” You suddenly lost control of the wheel it quickly rolling into Makoto the weight of it all pushing him onto the ground. “I’M SO SORRY!! LET ME HELP YOU!” You quickly pushed it out of the way, with all the work you have to do from your talent unlike Makoto you’ve built up quite the strength

•”Wow Y/N what happened?!” He said sitting up from the floor. He then saw thw cheese wheel laying on the ground beside him. “Is that… cheese?” He said standing up to examine the piece of dairy. “I wanted to gift you something you’d enjoy but I got so worked up I wasn’t thinking about if you even ate dairy, sorry about running you over with it I di-“ “It’s huge!!” He shouted thw fragrance making his mouth melt

•”You… like my gift?” You said not sure if his remark was a compliment or an insult. “I love it! Hey can you grab some crackers or whatever you have with this we can eat some together for breakfast!” “Together?…” you said to yourself softly “Yea definitely! I’ll be right back I’ll get some drinks too!” You said in excitement. You were right, who didn’t love cheese?

Mondo Owada

•You worked up a good sweat in the kitchen your arms feeling more jacked then ever since being forced into this “school”

•The aroma of delicious and delicate cheese covering the kitchen head to toe like it always does whenever you make your famous family’s cheese wheel

•It made you feel like home, like in this shitty place a part of the farm came along with you

•While reminiscing of the life you could be living at this very moment, you didn’t even notice that the wheel of cheese started to roll out of the kitchen and into the arms of Mondo Owada

•Your lucky he caught it before it knocked him off his feet. “What the fuck! What is this?” He shouted lifting it up to investigate this circle of death

•”That would be mine!” You said rushing over to him. “You made this whole thing in the fuckin kitchen? Do you have another talent you’re not telling us? What’s next a godamn rocket scientist?” You laughed at his dramatic comment. “No it’s just a recipe I was taught through my family, this baby is a cheese wheel it makes us a lot of money.”

•”Well I don’t think cheese should be this heavy.” He threw it over his shoulder walking over to the kitchen but you stopped him by tugging on the sleeve of his jacket. “I got it but thanks!” You took it off of his shoulder and into your hands hurrying back to the kitchen Mondo following close behind

•”Holy shit.” He said to himself “What?” You carefully placed it onto the ground not wanting another accident to occur. “I didn’t know you could lift all that.” You started to clean up your mess not expecting for this compliment to be thrown your way. “Yea well farm life is not easy there’s a lot of physical labour involved.”

•You blushed luckily your body wasn’t facing Mondo for him to see. “When you’re done, you and me in the gym I’m gonna push you pasts your limit.” You turned and smiled excitingly. “I count on it.”

Kiyotaka Ishimaru

•”You’ve never had a big fresh thing of cheese before?!” You asked him making conversation over breakfast before the rest of the class came for the daily morning meeting. “I’ve never had a big fresh thing of cheese before no. But I have had cheese before in the many varieties such as cheddar, parmigiana, gouda, American, Swiss-“

•As he kept listing cheeses all you could think of his lit up face as you walk in with the biggest wheel of cheese he’s ever seen in his life. You waited for him to finish up while eating the rest of your food “Oh and blue cheese!” He said ending his dairy rant.

•That same day you made sure to spice it up extra for him throwing in the best of the best in there (at least what you could find in the kitchen)

•The time came and your nerves were running high but that also included your anticipation. “You’ll love it Taka!” You said as your hands covered his eyes. “Are you ready?” He nodded energetically

•”3.. 2…. 1!” Your heart sank from what you were seeing. The wheel you’ve spent so much time and effort on had fallen apart crumbs of cheese scattered around the table that you left your then in tacked cheese wheel was placed upon. “Taka I’m so so sorry I, we’ll I tried to make you your first cheese wheel to try and I guess I got distracted and-“

•He grabbed a handful of cheese crumbs and stuffed it into his mouth fast and swiftly. “….WOW!!!” He looked to have stars in his eyes as he grabbed another handful. “THIS IS FANTASTIC I LOVE IT!!” You were taken back by his reaction but you were definitely not disappointed. “Really?” You asked “OF COURSE I WOULD NEVER LIE ABOUT SUCH AN AMAZING TALENT THANK YOU Y/N!!!” He said bowing over and over again to you. “I’ll pour some drinks.” He smiled at you more excitedly than a little kid on Christmas. He has such an amazing smile.

[sonicphobia0601]

Barnaby Headcanons

★I kinda feel like Barnaby would eat multicolored candy one color at a time specifically in the color wheel. As a food stim.

★Would probably eat with chopsticks to flex.

★Probably has either glow in the dark stars stuck everywhere or a galaxy lamp in his room. I'm pretty sure he has a lava lamp somewhere. Don't quote me.

★Fidgets. Everywhere.

★He would probably try to encourage autistic guests to stim by using their talons to encourage "wing flapping."

★Really eccentric about everything and would delve his time into learning your hyperfixations. Bonus points if it's about them! She really likes hearing you talk!

★If you came from an era of time where autism is taboo, he will definitely support you and try to undo what society has done.

[jeanbie]

WORDLESS #4 ★ masterlist.

pairing: levi x reader

genre: sugar daddy & contract killer au | warnings: toxic relationships, non graphic sex | wc: 4.9k

note: hey guys, who's reading? *silence* *tumbleweed* hope u guys like it :)

★ ch1. ch2. ch3. ch4. ch5

⏤ Sometimes, saying “I love you” is inappropriate, and given your circumstances, you think it might send Levi over the edge if he hears them again.

(31) Pulling a chair out for them to sit down at the table.

Levi’s not a gentleman.

Everybody knows it, and he’s not ashamed of admitting it. Half of the time, he thinks that it’s what makes him unique, at least. If you (or anybody else, even though since you walked out on him that one time, he’s been seeing all the others less and less) were going to be with somebody, then you might as well just make it different. Spice it up a little bit.

“It will be nice.” Levi, because he’s not a gentleman, is not really listening to you. He sits behind the steering wheel and tightens his hand against the wheel, the other is on the clutch.

“Are you listening to me?”

“No,” Levi replies. He turns the corner, and the car slightly leans you to the right.

A sigh fills the car as he pauses as a set of traffic lights further down the street.

This red light drags forever, and Levi sighs instead and looks at you pointedly, “What, then?”

It takes reluctance to pull your gaze away from the pigeons near the bins on the side of the road, but you do, and you look at Levi. “I just think it will be really nice to grab dinner together.”

“We do that all the time,” Levi says.

“Yeah, but I don’t mean us, or just us,” you affirm, “I mean, like all of us. Family, I guess.”

Levi bristles. “Family? We don’t have any family, baby.”

“We do,” you moan. “I mean. Not family-family, but family. The kind of family we get to choose. Erwin, and Sasha and whoever.”

Levi nods sarcastically, “Oh. Wrong F word, Y/N, those people are called friends.”

“Oh, whatever then,” you huff, turning back towards the window. “Forget I said anything.”

Levi wants to forget, but he doesn’t. Something about that line, about the way that it stuck with him: The kind of family we get to choose. He thought about it all night, groaned, and then swore and called Erwin. Alright motherfucker, we’re going to dinner with Y/N so you better shut the fuck up, get a suit, and meet us at that fancy Gangnam restaurant.

So, it’s a Friday evening, and it feels like a Disney Channel crossover episode. Sasha definitely feels out of place in this restaurant, and Levi acts uncomfortable about the way Erwin sits opposite you, gauging your every move and word with overacted enthusiasm. Actually, all Levi is thinking about is the moment that they got here.

“Here, honey, let me get that for you,” had appeared to be Erwin’s favourite sentence to say to you; he used it when he opened the door for you, and again with the chair to the table. Erwin sat seething, almost red like a ruby. Sasha sips nervously from her glass as Erwin laughs again at something you said.

Dinner went great, he would have to admit that.

“Oh, we booked the patio for desserts,” Erwin says. One of Levi’s other friends, Mike (who honestly came to observe rather than to fill in for the surprising lack of family at this family dinner) looks left and right to each person on the table and follows the crowd as they leave for the patio once the main courses are done.

Erwin once again reaches for the door and lets you walk outside. As Levi passes Erwin at the door, he glares at Erwin with eyes that could murder. Erwin doesn’t waver but he does get the hint, even more so as you stroll towards the table. Before Erwin can even move towards the table, Levi curves in front and puts his hand on the back of your chair.

“Here you go, baby, let me sit next to you,” Levi says, dragging it out for you to sit. You watch him with one raised eyebrow but say nothing. Erwin says nothing for a few minutes but decides to get right back to it as the desserts begin. It pisses off Levi to the point where his hand leaves fingerprints in your thigh, but you can’t find it in you to be mad about it.

(32) Wrapping a blanket around them when they are sitting on the couch and watching a show.

“You gotta stop letting yourself in here, it scares the shit out of me.”

“I own this dump.”

You gape over your shoulder, “Fucker, you own this dump that you call a dump but you gave me this dump, it’s my dump, don’t call it a dump.”

“Say dump one more time,” Levi warns, shrugging off his jacket and ruffling his hair. It’s wet thanks to the torrential rain outside. His socks squelch across the floor because he left his slippers back at his place, and he’s not here often enough to have his own pair at your apartment.

The apartment is toasty and warm, the heating on high. Except the living room is chilly and dark, dark blue almost.

“What are you watching?”

Levi moves towards your bedroom but can still hear you as he moves.

“Just this show I found,” you reply, watching the screen. “Dead To Me.”

“Never heard of it,” he yawns, and emerges from the room. He’s holding a heavy blanket in his arms, moving to the living room to sit next to you. He plops next to you and glances at the screen, wrapping the blanket around your shoulders, over your head like a cocoon.

You laugh softly, shifting it off your head and leaning up against him. “It’s American. It’s got Velma in it.”

“Linda Cardellini?” Levi asks, settling back. “She’s hot as fuck.”

“I know, that’s why I thought I’d watch it, I love her,” you say.

Levi wraps an arm around your shoulder and smushes closer towards you.

“Good day?” you ask quietly.

He takes a few seconds, like he’s truly trying to think about whether he wants to answer or not.

“Okay,” he admits. “Don’t care, it’s over, I’m here, don’t wanna think about work.”

You don’t push him to talk, and instead, let him sit next to you. He likes the darkness because there’s no way you can see his discomfort, his pain, the blood under his fingernails.

(33) Throwing away their piles of tissues when they have a cold.

Levi travels for work a lot, and it’s no secret to anybody he knows. It was midday when he got a call, just a few words over the phone, and then he was moving out of the shower and into the bedroom to get ready.

He had told you to stay, stay until he got back. Unfinished business, he said, that would need dealing with when he got home. So you did, you stayed and he left, and that was that.

Levi sighs and shuts the car door. Until next time, he thinks to himself as he watches the car pull away. Frowning, he straightens his blazer and walks up the steps to the complex he lives at and enters. When he gets to his apartment, he kicks his shoes off right away and as he steps inside, he notices that the apartment is unusually silent.

Normally at his home, his big mansion that he loves up in the hills, there’s some sort of noise. Maybe it’s the sound of the TV on in the kitchen, or the bubbles in the hot tub, or the sound of Elio prowling around the bedroom. This apartment is in central Seoul, closer to work and closer to school. He hates how silent it is, how empty it feels.

“Y/N?”

There is no instant reply. He moves across the apartment, searching silently.

“Babe, you here?”

Worry bubbles in his stomach and he moves in search of you. After searching everywhere, Levi scoffs like it’s a sick joke that you’re not here, until he hears a noise, a croak and a cough from the spare bedroom.

“Y/N?” calls Levi. He moves to the door and twists the handle, and is a few shuffles inside when a grottal, gross noise emerges from the darkness.

“What?” he asks.

“I said don’t come in here,” you croak out in reply, because it’s you, and who else would it be in his apartment?

Levi enters and reaches for the light, pausing when you grunt in his direction. He can see you in the dim light of the spare bedroom, the sun outside the curtains, and he suppresses a smile.

“What happened? I said we had unfinished business.”

“I know,” you rasp. “But one of the kids in my class came to class with a sore throat, I thought I’d be fine. But, ta-da.” He can see in the light that there’s a plethora of tissues around your body, like a barrier. So many, snotty and probably damp and scrunched into balls. “Guess he had a cold.”

He grimaces, shuffling into the bedroom despite you telling him otherwise. It’s unsurprisingly stuffy in the room, a given since the room is closed off from the sunlight that bleeds behind the curtains. Like you requested, he doesn’t turn on the lights, keeping you safe in the darkness.

“Shitty kids,” Levi grunts. Finding a lack of interest in the germs that breed in the tissues scrunched into balls, he moves them from the covers and tosses them towards the small bin next to the bedside cabinet. You sniffle, snotty and stuffed, and peer from over the duvet at him.

Levi looks tired, as he always does when he gets back from work. He sports a brand new cut on his lip, one that will probably scar when it’s done showing crimson. There is blood on his shirt, and you know that it’s probably not his. That doesn’t make you feel better.

“How long you had it?” Levi asks.

“Two or three days,” you estimate. He’s been gone almost a week, the seventh day being tomorrow. “Should go soon, don’t worry.”

He smiles, “Not worried. Did you get medicine, or something?”

You sniff once, the air hot in your nostrils. “Nope. I haven’t managed to leave since I came down with it. I only went to the door to collect soup and then I went back to bed in here. And I went out to see who it was when Mike came by to get your big kitty.” Another sniff and Levi’s eyebrows raise with amusement, “Didn’t want to infect your bedroom, so I came here instead. Hope that’s okay.”

“Sure, it’s okay,” he replies. “I’ll find something for you, I’ve got a bunch of shit that might help.”

“Really?”

Levi nods, “Yeah. Stay put, buttercup, B-R-B.”

(34) Mending an item of their clothing that was ripped.

“Who even takes the subway anymore?”

In reply, Levi gets an appalled scoff. “I’m sorry, not all of us are rich enough to have fucking chauffeurs taking us places.”

“What’re you talking about, you’re rich,” Levi says, his voice kind of muffled due to the sewing needle between his teeth. He sits on the edge of his sofa, your skirt spread over his lap like a napkin at dinner. Down the leg, the seam is torn, showing what could have been an erotic amount of leg. Unfortunately, he’d only got a glimpse of your skin when you shuffled into his home.

As the CEO of ripping his clothes, Levi became familiar with sewing over the years, figuring it was less expensive to sew than it was to replace. So, of course, when your skirt got torn on the subway home, Levi tested his skills and dug out the sewing needle.

“No thanks to you,” you sigh. “You didn’t need to, by the way.”

“Need to what, pay you?” Levi laughs, sewing the seam. “Come on, Y/N, it’s overdue.”

“True, but I don’t really need your money that much anymore.”

“Funny, since you needed it when you didn’t have it,” he sighs dramatically. “Anyway, it’s barely a dent out of my bank account, I wanna spoil you. You’re welcome.”

You frown, shuffling to the couch and throwing yourself over the back so that your head is by his legs. Levi spares you a glance from the skirt and smiles, returning back to the work.

“Thanks,” you mumble. Nothing is said, but he appreciates it.

(35) Running out in the middle of the night to get a food item they’re craving.

“I think I’m pregnant.”

“What the fuck?”

Levi shoots up from bed into a sitting position, his eyes blown wide as he stares at you. Whenever Levi invites you to stay at his apartment, he always keeps a light on in the evening. His apartment is in a somewhat busier area compared to his house, which is stationed in a private neighbourhood only touched by the wealthiest of the wealthy. His apartment was supposed to be for ease, for if he had to do dirty work in the city and didn’t want to tie his name to a hotel. It wasn’t often that you stayed the night here.

In the light of the dim lamp on your side of the bed, Levi can make out your face. You’re still lying down, staring up at the ceiling. After he stares long enough, you look over at him.

“Why the fuck would you say that,” he breathes, like it’s an insult.

“Wow, would it really be so bad?” you ask, curious now.

He blinks like an owl. “Obviously, dipshit.”

Sigh. “And here I was thinking it would be like the movies and you’d love me.”

“Even if I loved you, do you think I wanna have kids?” Levi questions rhetorically, because he’s actually already talked to you about this. Levi never wants to have children. His life is constantly on the line. There is no way he’d bring a child into the world, just for them to either be used as bait, or grow up in a world without their father. He knows how that feels.

“Fair,” you reply. “Still.”

Levi shudders, it’s cold in here. “Wait, are you for real?” He shifts, the covers make a disruptive noise in the night, “what makes you think that you’re…you know…”

“I keep getting weird cravings,” you explain, like it’s the craziest science that he won’t understand. As soon as you say it, he feels almost instantly better. It’s not like cravings are the most reliable symptom of a pregnancy. Besides, you’re on the pill, and when you’re not, he’s safe. He’s not an idiot, he’s not about to accidentally ruin both of your lives with a few squirts.

“Like what?”

You shrug, “Really craving the Fairway to Heaven ice-cream.”

Levi scoffs. Actually, it’s almost a tch under his breath. “Yeah, of course, you’re craving the most expensive ice-cream. Predictable. Cute, almost.” He pats your leg over the covers, “We all know Phish Food’s the better flavour, by the way.”

“Tell that to the cravings, sir,” you reply. You frown, then, “I’ll pick some up tomorrow. Maybe I’ll dream the cravings away…”

“As if,” Levi barks, knowing you better. If he knows you at all (which he confidently does), you’ll press about this for the rest of the night until you fall asleep bored of trying. So, Levi enjoys the last few seconds inside a warm bed before climbing out, switching on the light so it burns your eyes as the room fills with it.

“Ouch, too bright!”

“Pussy,” he smirks. “Move, get your coat, we’re going out.”

“Oh yeah, at midnight?” you ask sarcastically, sitting up. “Where’re we going?”

“Ice cream,” he replies, like it’s obvious. To him it is. “That store down the road sells it and it closes at 2, so get your big coat and let’s get moving.”

“Are we seriously going to get ice cream at midnight?” you laugh, doing as he says.

“We both know you’re not gonna shut up about it if we don’t.”

Levi grabs his own coat and zips it up. Nobody’s gonna care that he’s wearing PJ’s, and even if you’re sleepy and grumpy on the way there, it’s better than keeping you at the apartment alone. He’d have to be crazy to leave you here than he is going out for ice cream at midnight.

(36) Helping brush their hair after a shower.

You’re the best he’s had, really.

Levi knows this, because he’s not stupid or blind or oblivious. Compared to the other girls he’s had, and the ones he left not too long ago, he knows how lucky he is to have someone like you. Someone who doesn’t just want him for the sex and the money. Although scary, it’s reassuring.

Levi comes out from the kitchen to the bedroom where you’re sitting, hunched over a laptop watching a YouTube video for your class that bores you to sleep. Your hair is damp and matted, left to dry as you watch. Forty minutes into an hour video. Levi narrows his eyebrows, wondering if he’d ever have the patience to watch something like that. Probably not. He barely has the patience when he works, and he has a job that demands it 99% of the time. When he can be hasty he is, but when his job is to kill and protect, patience is a must.

As you watch, Levi moves to sit behind you and he sets his chin on your shoulder, boredly looking at the screen. Your eyes are glossed over, possibly not even watching at all. Regardless, he stays there and slowly rakes his fingers through your hair, straightening out the curls that are close to knots.

He still blames the video for you falling asleep, although it’s probably his fingers. He won’t admit it.

(37) Making sure to be quiet while they’re taking a nap.

It’s not just that. Levi enjoys being gentle, but only when nobody can see him doing it. When you fall asleep, slouched over like a zombie, he smiles and gently closes the screen of your laptop. Whatever garbage your Uni have you watching can be watched tomorrow.

Until then, you must sleep. He moves the laptop away to the cabinet across the room and comes back, collecting you in his arms and moving you into the bed. Once the covers are draped across your body, he takes extra care to be quiet leaving the room and shutting the door. There’s some food leftover in the kitchen from dinner that he’ll eat before joining you, and you don’t wake up, not even when the bed dips as he climbs into it.

(38) Letting them warm their cold hands under your shirt.

Despite his work often demanding him to be around people, Levi isn’t really a big fan of crowds. If he can get out of going out in public, he will jump at the opportunity. He just can’t see why you’re so miffed about not being with the crowds of people along the Han river waiting for the fireworks- he’s got a balcony that looks out over the city and the river, so what’s the big deal?

“It’s all about the vibe,” you say with a slight sigh. Your arms are draped over the balcony banister, legs slowly vibrating in the bitter winter air. “As a broody killing machine, I wouldn’t expect you to understand.”

“That stings,” Levi replies, closing the door behind him as he wanders back towards you with a blanket. His eyes glaze over your face as he arrives and Levi rolls his eyes, “Hold your face that way and it’ll stick.”

“Heard it all before from my Mom,” you reply boredly. A quiet thanks is spoken as you take the blanket shield and snuggle closer to his chest, staring expectantly at the black sky. “What time will they start?”

Levi presses his cheek to your hair. “Considering three minutes ago it was only ten to midnight, I can safely assure you that it is not time yet.”

“I’m bored.”

“Why are you so hard to please today?” Levi groans. He wriggles around, “And don’t try me with that ‘I think I’m pregnant’ bullshit. Spare me the moody bitch performance for today, please?”

You pug to yourself. “Sorry. Sorry, you’re right. And I shouldn’t be so…I don’t know. I’m sorry. Thank you for tonight.”

Levi shakes his head slightly. He may never understand women.

“You really that mad over the bridge?” he asks quietly, his mouth against your head. It’s hot, and you lean back towards his minimal body warmth. “I’m sorry I didn’t pass your vibe check for tonight, but I thought it might be romantic or something for us to be up here.”

You almost laugh. “It is romantic. You’re right.”

Levi brushes it off. Lately something has shifted, a comfort in the air that grants you permission to be in his life as someone more important than a ‘sugar baby’. Dare he say it, but Levi actually considers you a friend. Now, you’re at the point where neither of you give much of a shit about the sugar clause you wrote yourselves into quite some time ago. An unspoken thing hangs there like Christmas mistletoe, seen but prayed away.

Distant laughter and a bang grows near the direction of the river and bridge, and Levi feels you perk in his arms. As a small warmth bursts across his chest, Levi hisses in the cold and stuffs his hands up your shirt, where they curve around your body to cheekily hold both of your boobs. You jump, because his hands are freezing.

“You’re cold!” you whine. “What are you doing?”

Levi shrugs, “My hands are freezing. I’m keeping them warm.”

You briefly glance down at his knuckles outlined by your jumper. “Oh yeah, because I’m sure that’s the reason why you’re literally groping my tits right now.”

“They feel warmer already,” he continues.

(39) Giving them your dessert when you eat out because it’s their favourite

On the rare occasion that guilt really overwhelmingly consumes Levi Ackerman, he allows his guilt to control his feet. Usually, they end up on a pathway to the bedroom, or in the car where he drives you somewhere nice, or perhaps he picks you up from school instead of cruelly leaving you to take the subway. Now that things have shifted slightly in your dynamic, Levi isn’t sure what flies as romantic anymore. He doesn’t want to leave you with the wrong impression. You’ve had the talk together, the one that touched upon what the future looked like and how quite definitely it looked as though you wouldn’t be with each other, but surely, dinner overlooking the sea in Busan isn’t too fancy or romantic, right?

“Here is your dessert.” The waiter circles around the table and gently lays a dish in front of you. Levi carefully watches over his glass of wine as the waiter also announces his own dessert, the exact same. His eyes move down to the display set before him.

He’s never really been keen on dessert, but Levi is the type of person who doesn’t enjoy the idea of one person eating when the other isn’t. So he had just ordered the same thing as you had, nice and simple, without giving it much thought.

“I love this,” you sigh happily, fiddling the metal spoon in your hand and peering up at him, “This is sick. Thank you.”

“I didn’t make it,” he replies.

You roll your eyes, spooning out some of the dessert, “you know what I mean.”

Something in the beach-fronted restaurant shifts as the sun sinks deeper into the ocean, and Levi twirls his spoon anxiously whilst observing the dessert. He’s never been a huge fan of bingsu in general, and he looks with slight distaste at the green blob on top of what looks like cornflakes. He doesn’t get it.

He dips his spoon into the dessert, taking a polite amount and very quickly taking a bite. For around twenty seconds, he thinks it’s okay, but the aftertaste makes his whole body shudder. Fucking hell, he really hates desserts.

After a few minutes, you finally move your attention away from the scraped clean dessert dish and take a glance over at Levi, who is already watching you with a lack of interest for his own dessert.

“Is everything okay?” you ask, subtly wiping around your mouth just in case. You take in the sight of his unfinished treat, “not hungry?”

Levi shrugs awkwardly, “I don’t really like bingsu.”

“Then why’d you order?” you question quietly.

“I panicked,” he replies, “you ordered it and I don’t like desserts but I didn’t want you to be eating alone.”

You pause, eyebrows quirked: “I don’t mind.”

He sighs. Of course. “Well…” He twirls the dessert dish and pushes it in your direction, “Since it’s your favourite, or whatever, you can have it.”

Your eyes light up, “Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Cool,” you squeal, happily taking it from him. “Thank you!”

Levi rolls his eyes playfully and sits back in his chair. Whatever he didn’t eat from the dessert he instead eats up in the sight of you.

(40) Making a goofy face until they notice and laugh.

You don’t quite know how you ended up at Levi’s work, but here you are. You could probably trace it back to Erwin swinging by to get you from school since Levi felt bad he couldn’t, and to be honest, you had been confused when Erwin drove past the turning to your apartment and kept going further into the city.

Levi’s workplace is pretty big, but still significantly hidden inconspicuously to avoid attention. As you slowly wander around the hallways, you begin to daydream about where Levi’s office may be, what he might be doing and what he might think if he sees you.

Quietly passing through what appears to be a recreation room, filled with tired faces who blink curiously as you brush by, you finally step out into a web of hallways that connect to small rooms walled in glass. Each is empty, besides one at the very end that bustles with tense conversation, and you’re drawn to the sound of Levi’s voice as it carries through the silent hallways.

You push forward, stopping not too close to the doorway so that if somebody who isn’t him happens to see you, you can make a hasty escape.

The room is filled with strange faces, strange men in tight suits and briefcases next to their feet. A man stands up beside Levi at the head of the table, his hands animated as he presses on about something you’re not well read on. Hell if you know a single thing about gun models and firing ranges. You can just about tell apart Fortnite weapons and that’s only because they’ve got colours.

Levi, however, is a sight that captures your gaze. For a while, he sits with his back turned to the man standing, his eyes observing each individual around the table, of who squirm under his watch. He eventually looks back at the man, his jawline sharp and his hair styled so that it only slightly falls into his eyebrows. God damn it, he looks sexy as hell; his shirt is black, cuffed, unbuttoned at the top revealing his skinny collarbones. He’s probably wearing the tight trousers too, the ones that make his ass look good.

A thought strikes you: how would he feel if he saw you outside? While it shouldn’t, the thought fills you with adrenaline. The idea of not him but somebody else seeing you, a girl dressed in white jeans and a red shirt, your coat discarded somewhere on an office chair. Would he be mad? Would he be turned on?

Would you die?

Deciding that the worse case scenario only involved you being yelled at, you decide to dip your toes into the water and tease the sharks; you wonder how long you can hold this silly face for until he finally notices you out there.

It seems like a long shot, and you’re quite close to giving up when finally Levi returns his attention to the table. Heads begin to move in conversation, and Levi’s gaze passes from gentleman to gentleman until they pause abruptly, locking onto you behind the glass. For a moment, he does nothing besides stare. Perhaps he doesn’t care. Then, his eyes widen, like he’s confused and alarmed and slightly impressed. Before his disturbed posture is noticed, you laugh to yourself and run away, back in the direction you tiptoed through.

(Later, Levi finds you in Erwin’s office sitting on an uncomfortable and torn armchair, a Rubix cube moving back and forwards in your hands. You’re not matching any colours. It’s going nowhere. He smiles.

“Field trip?” he questions, making your head snap up suddenly. He slides next to you on the free chair, “I’ll skin that prick alive, you know you’re not supposed to be here.”

“I know, but I’m here against my will!” you promise, putting the cube down. “I really wanted to go home. Dead To Me episodes don’t watch themselves, you know.”

“Yeah, I know,” he sighs. “I gotta go to a meeting again, then I’ll drive us home, okay?”

You nod. “I’m sorry I distracted you, by the way. I realise now I’m actually very lucky that it was you who saw me and nobody else.”

Levi laughs, kissing your forehead as he rises to leave. “Yeah, well, I’m the most dangerous guy in there, so consider yourself very lucky.”)

[thewhumpcaretaker]

⚜ 𝓑𝓮𝔂𝓸𝓷𝓭 𝓙𝓾𝓭𝓰𝓮𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽 - 𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝐼𝐼𝐼: 𝒜𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓁 𝒶𝓉 𝐵𝓁𝓊𝑒 𝑀𝑜𝑜𝓃 𝑀𝑜𝓉𝑒𝓁 ⚜

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ ✧.*★ Thank you again to @evren-sadwrn for the beta read!

TW: John and Vincent bickering...and that's pretty much it, this one's kinda fluffy

Summary: John finds an out-of-the-way motel where he and Vincent can spend the night in hiding.

A dusty, sun-faded sign read “Blue Moon Motel” in yellow across a periwinkle moon. John almost missed it, and it was for that exact reason that he took a sharp turn just in time to swing into the mostly empty parking lot. It couldn’t be more inconspicuous, and the only thing that caught his eye at all was the flickering neon “Vacancy” sign, half obscured by branches. Perfect.

Even so, it would be a roll of the dice. A hitman could be anywhere, even behind the counter of the tiniest motel. He sat behind the wheel for a moment, gazing at the lit window of the lobby, gathering himself. Should he wake Vincent? No, best not. He was as likely to be another obstacle as a help. Feeling the reassuring weight of a pistol at his hip, he reluctantly left Vincent in the backseat and entered.

Luck was on his side, for the first time all evening. The sole employee, a 60-something in a shockingly pink puff-sleeved blouse, was fast asleep with her face in her crossword puzzle. She had a faded flower tattoo on her forearm, but it wasn’t anything he recognized as an underworld symbol. He cleared his throat, and when that failed, rang the bell. Her name was Marjorie. She did not, as he had feared, pull a gun on him the moment she saw his face. In fact, she booked him a room without asking awkward questions, even when he paid cash.

Nonetheless, he wished she would move a little faster. His ears were trained on the road outside, waiting for an engine in the distance, for a grim reaper going motel to motel, searching. He could already picture them checking the cars, peering down at Vincent and Dog, pulling a gun –

“Room 105. There’ll be a queen bed. Find me if the AC acts up. Breakfast’s 7 to 10. Sleep tight - you look like you need it, if you don’t mind my saying.”

“Thanks. Have a good night, ma’am.” He forced himself not to turn away too quickly, and not to run out the door.

But of course, the night was just as silent as before, and the car untouched. He exhaled in relief. God, this day had fried his nerves.

He opened the door to the backseat and lifted back the throw blanket to reveal an innocent-looking man. Positively angelic, in fact, with a button nose and uncommonly full lips, all dressed in bloodied white finery. He hurt to look at. Soft auburn locks swept back from his forehead, so smooth in the mercy of unconsciousness. In combination with blood loss, the moonlight washed his already pale cheeks even whiter, setting off high cheekbones and deep-set eyes for the overall effect of one in desperate need of saving from an imminent death. This face, which had ordered murders, which had mocked love itself, which had been spouting its worst venom at him five hours ago, was harming no one now. Just lying there, innocent, needing rest and protection.

To hell with it. John slid his arms under Vincent’s back and legs and lifted him…well, not like it was nothing - he was a huge, sprawling bulk of a man, taller than John, and it was a challenge to cradle his head properly without aggravating his chest. But John managed things as gracefully as he could, focusing on not dropping him and trying very hard not to focus on his own heart, which was going inexplicably haywire. Vincent smelled of expensive vanilla cologne even after hours of sweating and his head was lolling back against John’s shoulder in a way that sent thrills through him. No doubt he’d hate to see himself right now. Please don’t wake up until I can put you down, John thought as he struggled to turn the key with the hand that stuck out from under Vincent’s thighs.

“Qu'est-ce que tu crois faire, bordel? [What the fuck do you think you’re doing?]”

And just like that, the innocent cherub was gone. “Je te rabaisse dès que possible. [Putting you down as soon as I can.]” The door swung open and, still in the dark, John laid him onto the bed, minding his chest and head carefully even if the bastard didn’t deserve it. “You seemed…peaceful, so I just… Did I hurt you anywhere?”

“I don’t know. Probably not, I think I’m just sore from the drive. Let’s never speak of this again.”

“Great idea.” He stepped back, catching his breath, and switched on the bedside lamp. It revealed a dingy room with an armchair in one corner, a TV, the bed, and not much else. Despite the nonsmoking sign, it smelled of cigarettes. Dog explored the corners and stuck his head under the bedside table.

“Where are we?”

“Blue Moon Motel, just outside Allentown, PA. Not what you’re used to, I’d imagine,” John said. “But it’s rural. Better chance of not being found overnight.”

“Fair enough. You would know what’s best in these…situations.” Vincent stretched himself and began to stand. “I can walk, by the way.”

“Thought we were never speaking of that again.”

“Well, I’m about to go get a drink of water, and I’d rather not have to stab you for trying to get me to the sink.”

John was blushing. Why was he blushing? “Right.” He went to bring the bag from the car, and stood in the coolness for a few minutes, listening to the night birds. He had to get his head on straight. Whatever he was feeling towards the Marquis could not possibly be reciprocated. Friendship? Obviously impossible - Vincent couldn’t stand him. Attraction? As if. Vincent probably spent the night with models anytime he wanted. Empathy? He’d probably never felt that in his life and made it very clear that he didn’t desire it from others. Any attempt to connect with him on an emotional level would at best lead to embarrassment, and would at worst further traumatize him.

By the time John returned, he was already in bed again, laying in the center with both pillows stacked under his head. “The bed is mine, by the way. Your loss that you didn’t get a room for two.”

“That would have been suspicious. I’m fine with the chair anyway. Are you going to sleep?” He moved towards the light switch.

“No. How am I supposed to sleep when this ordeal is still completely unresolved?”

“Same way you did in the car?”

“That was when I hadn’t slept in two days thanks to the stress of the tribunal, and then the flight to the states. Now I’m wound up again.” He sighed. “I still can’t believe this is happening. After I’ve proven myself a formidable enemy, determined to bring the High Table greater glory than it has ever seen, they throw all of that away. Ridiculous.”

With this, John could agree. “They have no loyalty to you or to anyone.”

“Loyalty to the powerless is foolishness. But disloyalty to the powerful…that’s also foolishness.” It rolled off his tongue easily.

“Is that a quote?”

“Oui. I will show them my power and their idiocy will be corrected.”

John just shook his head and leaned back against the wall. “I can’t say I see the point in it.”

“That surprises me. You’ve had your share of vengeful murder sprees.”

“Not for power, or loyalty. Just to…well, just because I couldn’t not.” He struggled to organize his thoughts for a moment. “Sometimes you care about something and there’s no other way to express it. Maybe because the thing you love…or the person…is out of reach. Already gone. So all you can do is wreck the thing that took them.”

The Marquis tsked. “This is what happens when you let love run away with you. It breeds a total loss of control.” He took a ring from his left hand, and held it up to the lamp. The High Table sigil shone crisply on it even in the dim, yellowy light. “Do you know why I wear this on my ring finger, even though I’m not married?”

“No.”

“It keeps courtesans from getting ideas. A man of my station cannot afford distractions or liabilities, much less those who will seek the advantages of his title through the bedroom. I alone pursue what matters to me, I alone manage my affairs, I alone win honor for the name of Gramont.”

“There was a lot of ‘alone’ in that sentence.”

A livid glare twitched the corners of his mouth. “How astute. Well, I happen to enjoy being alone with myself, because the company is good. Perhaps you wouldn’t know what that’s like. Goodness knows it’s a headache to be stuck with you.“

Damn it, thought John, I’ve already done it again. “I’m not trying to make this hell for you, believe it or not.”

“Then be quiet. I need to think. They are coming for me. If I was in their position, I would never stop.” Vincent took a deep breath, rubbing his temples. “I need a loophole, an angle...and all the while, anyone could come through the door...”

You need to sleep, not think, John wanted to say. No, stop it. Let the man do what he wants. Leave him alone. But the look of frayed nerves on Vincent’s face was clawing him from the inside out.

With Herculean restraint, “Fine.” There was only one thing he could do now to help Vincent. Only one thing he was good for. He turned the armchair towards the door, took a gun in hand, and waited for something to kill.

“What are you doing now?”

“What I promised to do. Protecting you. Think. Sleep. Do what you need to do. If anyone comes through that door, they’re dead.”

Thus, his vigil began. Dog settled into his lap and a strange, trancelike bliss stole over him. He was in no danger of falling asleep. Somehow, with the knowledge that Vincent was safe behind him, there was something entertaining even about staring at a closed door. The faint sounds of the wind in the trees outside mixed with Vincent’s breathing, and the occasional rustle of pillows or dramatic sigh which gave him some fragment of information about the Marquis’ position and mood. Charged with that information, the whole room buzzed vividly around him.

At some point, Vincent took the motel’s branded notepad and pencil from the beside table and started writing plans which were, one by one, tossed past John into the wastepaper basket on the other side of the room. This continued for a while before there was stillness again.

It was 3:30 AM before he roused himself enough to look at the clock. When he did, it was only because Dog jumped down from his lap. “Where you going?”

He jumped onto the bed where Vincent lay with an arm across his face, the notepad tossed aside. John glanced over at them apprehensively, keen on ensuring that they played nice. The Marquis muttered something under his breath in irritation as Dog sniffed out the blood on his chest. But Dog was not to be deterred. He licked at Vincent’s chin with concern until he relented and scratched behind his ears, saying softly, “Bon chien. Vous êtes fidèle, n'est-ce pas? Reste ici, à côté de moi. [Good dog. You're loyal, aren't you? Stay here, next to me.]”

The next time he looked, it was 4:30. Vincent was asleep, with Dog curled up against the crook of his neck, their heads resting together. A miracle: the angel had taken over Vincent’s body again.

John stood to turn off the light, and caught a glimpse of the notepad on the bed. It lay amongst torn off pages full of scribbled legalese and lines drawn from one name to another, mapping out a network of debts. But the most recent page, not yet torn off, was different from the rest. It was a drawing. And it was damn good.

There was a portrait of John scowling, from memory.  And next to it, on the same page, was a study of his hand gripping the gun as it dangled over the arm of the chair, and dog peeking around the chair to look at Vincent. It was casually done, and it was titled – or perhaps more accurately, it was scribbled upon, next to him and next to Dog. His portrait was titled, “le gros chien de garde stupide [the big, stupid guard dog]”, and Dog’s was titled, “le petit chien de garde intelligent [the little, clever guard dog]”. John stared at it for a long time, switched off the light, and then returned to his post, now in even less danger of sleeping. He gazed into the darkness, trying not to smile, seeing only that drawing until the sun rose.

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[lilacs-and-stone]

Reference of my TADC oc Nelli.

Her fancy costume isn't her main outfit cause I'm lazy and also she's supposed to look like a weird bargain bin toy. More info bellow.

Her chosen circus name is Nelli. As a human she worked making props for the local theater and hoped to be stage designer. She's outgoing and a little judgemental. This made her difficult to work with behind the stage back in her normal life.

★Ballerina, BJD doll, with multiple moods. ｡:･

★Doesn't actually know ballet but does walk on her tiptoes most of the time. ｡:･

★Head can rotate 360°, and with enough force it pops off. ｡:･

★Each mood spins on an unseen disk. She has to pull her rope to change it. ｡:･

★Her body is frozen while her moods are spinning. ｡:･

★ Her 2D mouth doesn't move but the entire face can move within the square opening. ｡:･

★A spin doesn't always change to an appropriate or relevant mood. ｡:･

★Some clothing elements change with the mood, the rest is monochrome. ｡:･

★Her moods don't exactly change her personality, it changes the way she expresses: Her vocabulary, voice pitch/tone, and movement. ｡:･

★A mood can get stuck for a few minutes or an entire "day". ｡:･

★Her moods don't obey normal probability. Some days a certain mood may not appear at all. ｡:･

★Caine can set her mood to exactly what he wants. ｡:･

★ Her digital life would be easier if she stayed in a happy mood but she always itches to switch due to boredom. ｡:･

★ Her pom poms reflect the current face. One is always looking forward. Moods: ｡:･

★Happy mood is a calm positivity. Very zen. Her movements are graceful. Dialogue text has little flowers.✿ ｡:･

★Adorable mood is Kawaii mode. She says everything in a higher pitch tone. Lots of movements. Dialogue text has hearts. ♡ ｡:･

★"Confused" mood makes her forgetful. Nearly every sentence is a question.❓ ｡:･

★Sad mood. A deeper tone of voice and slumped shoulders. More emotional and thoughtful. Not very vocal. ｡:･

★Neutral mood is a monotone voice and apathy. Her movements are stiff. Dialogue text has no end punctuation ｡:･

★Hungry mood is a little weird since she doesn't need to eat. It's a malicious mood. She describes things with adjectives you use for food. Has a raspy voice. ｡:･

★Sick makes her clumsier, anxious and more prone to vertigo. Happens mostly if she spins her mood wheel too fast or too often. ｡:･

★Grumpy. Very snappy. She directs her anger at npcs and inanimate objects. Usually. Dialogue text has ✷ ｡:･

★Lazy. Sluggish movement, her feet are flat on the floor. She does want to move though so she feels very trapped in this one. ｡:･

★Null_ … mood not found. Not shown here. This was supposed to be shown on a planned animatic of her corruption. But hyperfixation is dormant for now.

[lovedbeauty]

♪ closed starter ; @tun3rs ♪ featuring ; cupid & viper . ♪ location ; track one .

★       ꒰     ⚙️       ꒱       he   didn't   mind   spending   time   on   the   track.   he   didn't   go   to   hang   out,   he   went   to   be   a   casual   observer   of   sorts.   he   wasn't   a   racer.   his   speciali\ty   had   always   been   tuning   the   cars,   making   them   better   than   they   were   before.   he   wasn't   too   sure   how   he'd   be   behind   the   wheel   of   a   race.   hunter   felt   like   he'd   get   too   stuck   inside   of   his   own   head   to   give   it   a   try.   hunter   glanced   at   the   other,   wishing   that   she   wasn't   as   impressive   as   she   was.   it   was   rather   unfortunate,   really.   he   knew   he   shouldn't   have   been   paying   any   bois   compliments,   regardless   of   whether   or   not   they   were   worthy   of   them.   “   you   were   great   out   there,   ”   he   told   juno   begrudgingly.   “   nice   job.   ”

[andnow-werebel]

First Badge, progress: The Critic.

(... and I'm bending the rules to include film reviews so I get actually get started.)

Film: Wicked Art: Scrapbook ★★★★☆

Holding space for this film and all its whimsy. As a teenager I was a big theatre nerd for this musical and felt those pangs of nostalgia when I learnt it was coming to the big screen. It was a very enjoyable experience (and I would like to give it a re-watch). Grande and Enrivo are powerhouses in their own right and fully held the world in their pink and green hands. It has made me very excited for part 2 - knowing things are going to get a lot more gritty and raw. My review is mostly consisting of visuals and vocals rather than story. Having seen the musical and read the book I think that the film is doing a grand job of providing equal measures from what content is available. Memorable moments included: The reworking of popular First looks at Shiz Defying Gravity The Emerald City Those costumes! This is probably the scene that stuck with me most vividly as Grande did an excellent job of injecting the right amount of silliness and intensity into Glinda. It was nice to be invited into these scenes close up as opposed to being far away on a stage. Seeing the micro expressions of resentment, grief, longing and joy throughout intensified the character relationships. No one mourns the wicked was chilling - and then they wheel out the giant wicker-witch - ooft. I thought that the construction of Shiz and its surrounds were beautiful - truly magical. The scene of Elphaba within the coloured glass was breathtaking. With the boat arrival towards the granduer of Shiz it felt reminiscent of other magical schools but with an added whimsy of animal teachers and quirky uniforms. Enviro's rendition of Defying Gravity was gorgeous. It amplified an already epic song and she did it proud. Visuals wonderful. Goose-bump causing vocals. The Emerald City was stunning. I did let out a small theatre kid squeak at Chenowoth and Menzel ... they may have overstayed their welcome a tad too long in my opinion. More of an Easter basket than an Easter egg - but fun non-the-less. I think a few moments and characters needed a little more screen time to build their importance - notably Dr Dillamond. I am looking forward to see how they handle Nessa's arc and the relationships between Glinda, Elphaba and Fiero. Visually the film is an absolute delight. Each shot is art and does the franchise justice.

[oraclemoontarot]

Hi! Hope you’re doing well!!

May you please do a reading on my future friend, I’d like to know about their physical appearance and how we’d meet!

Thank you in advance!

TM💫

hii, ofc!! tyy I hope you're doing well too, here's the reading you requested 💗

requested reading ★

who is your future friend ୨୧

cards pulled: ace of swords, queen of wands, high priestess + knight of pentacles

your future friend would be a great conversationalist, there would never be awkward silences, only comfortable ones. they could talk about anything and everything, make witty jokes, and may also love to debate certain topics.

they are the queen of wands - incredibly passionate, warm, exciting, adventurous, caring/supportive, a fighter for those they care about. overall, someone fun and with enthusiasm, they would never say no to spontaneous hang outs or trips.

they are also mysterious and intuitive. they would be able to sense if someone doesn't have the greatest vibe, and may also be interested in things like tarot. they're someone with a lot of depth to them.

overall, with the knight of pentacles, they are a stable and reliable person. if you're ever stuck and in need of help, they would always be by your side and support you in any way that they can. they may also love to buy you special gifts for your birthday or Christmas (if you celebrate it).

their physical appearance ୨୧

cards pulled: six of cups, wheel of fortune, two of cups

they may have a baby face, or look similar to you - there's this comfort or familiarity about them, you may also have a similar style. they may be of mixed race - could have tanned skin, and curly, thick and dark hair. they have very expressive features/gestures, they wouldn't be able to hide their feelings either.

there's something very youthful and expressive about them. they're full of life and energy so they wouldn't be hard to miss as they would light up the entire room and bring attention to them without realising it, but simply because they radiate so much positivity.

how will you meet ୨୧

cards pulled: knight of cups, justice, hanged man + hermit

when the two of you meet, it would be an instant emotional connection and understanding - it would be as though you'd both click like missing puzzle pieces. you may meet in a justice like setting - maybe through volunteering, charity work or a place where the two of you may share similar values. there would be something unexpected about this encounter/day and it would give you a new perspective, especially paired with the hermit after going through self-reflection, you'll have a moment of something similar to enlightenment. maybe interacting with this person may provide you a fresh perspective on something that you may have been thinking about.