#but im finding all these cool buttons and wow look at that

[pocket-prosecutor]

hey i slammed some colors on that one sketch. also there's 4 different versions of it now. also also i changed Miles' expression for this for some extra self-indulgence <3

[gooperts-gunk]

everyone has their q!bbh death headcanons but i can't stop thinking about the one where he dies offscreen.

imagine cc!bbh first tricks us as to trick everyone else by not streaming one day and saying "something came up, no stream today!" on twitter and everyone's like omg? it's a miracle! meanwhile, no one sees dapper and pomme that day.

the next day? they log on, but bad doesn't. in fact, no one knows why he isn't live, he didn't tweet anything or change the stream title or anything. but ok, extended break, sure, he's getting well needed sleep im sure. maybe in passing it's mentioned by the creators like "where IS bad" but it doesn't go beyond that, and dapper and pomme don't want to talk about it. ok? weird.

okay now it's THREE DAYS no badboyhalo and now ALL the eggs are acting weird and some of them spill the beans that pomme and/or dapper told them that their tio bad is MISSING. that they haven't seen him anywhere and that he's been having REALLY BAD lapses in memory, so bbh probably wandered off and has no idea where he is, and nor do we. NOW people are getting worried and it's all clicking for us as viewers. but for them, they don't know whether or not he's alive or dead. and besides, there's no way bad could DIE, right?? yeah. no way.

but uh oh! four days no badboyhalo! wouldn't it be so crazy if dapper and pomme ran/warped to find the nearest adult separately and made them get as many people as possible together? because now there's red-ish blue-ish green-ish blood trails outside of bad's house. but surely he's alive, right? :) it's crusted over, he'd have been bleeding for a while, but that wouldn't mean anything, right? :) hey guys, what's this weird bunker in the ground, when did this get here? oh it's a security craft hatch to get in? we can't open that! oh looks like dapper can! and pomme. and richas. okay can you spam that button while we go down? cool! oh wow it's warm in here. is the only light in here the lava along the edges of the floor? why is the blood leading up to that huge nest thing on a platform? is that a chunk of diamond sticking out? is that badboyhalo lying dead in his sick while holding onto a diamond statue?

but that'd never happen, badboyhalo would never die, he's... y'know! y'knowww. :) he's himself. and he's always here. and i don't always see him but, he wasn't DYING or anything, right? :) he's looked like that for months, he wasn't DYING... yeah. right. :)

[soleil-in-the-sky]

Are you trying to give your OCs something to wear but feel that all you do has no style? Have you scoured the internet for clothing design tutorials and still cant come up with anything you like? Many years ago, I had this problem. I now know that while I knew the basics of clothing design, I did not know how to IMPLEMENT them because I had zero fashion vocabulary! I finally solved this by creating........

My clothing design inspiration board! It has a bunch of different types of clothes, accessories, patterns, and the like!

As a bonus, below the read more are some clothing/costume design advice primarily for character design purposes!

These are (sorta) recreations of notes—made for the general ideas section—which are currently impossible to find (though the advice below has more thoughts.) never mind guys i found them so now this post is gonna be a bit disjointed cause im just gonna slap in any unique advice from there. on top of the fact this has been sitting in my drafts for 3 thousand years. so, if this is hard to understand tell me and i will make a new version with a more unified and serious writing style.

first two-and-a-half advice were written yesterday who knows how long ago on pinterest, thats why they sound so informal. actually the whole post is so informal wow

Varied wardrobe:

[Title: Varied wardrobe]. If you have the time, give your characters different outfits! That can tell us so much more! (Not part of OG notes, but giving OCs different outfits for different situations can reveal stuff about different sides or layers of their personalities/headspaces! You can also just give them a wardrobe of different clothes. Either way, you can have different outfits have similar silhouettes and/or shapes, or have them be completely different, which could be used for a purpose like what I talked about above.)

Layers:

[Title: Layers]. Layers........... layeersssss....... yes.......... uhhh, yea I love layers (this is def not what i sounded like in the OG note) So layers! They make your outfits more interesting! They're really cool and, in my opinion, they make outfits feel more real. Also they give you an excuse to go crazy go stupid with clothing designs hahahahahaha brb im gonna go put 5 shirts on my OC plus 50 scarves and 2 hats (DEF not what I said in the OG notes its been a while and i have a lot more thoughts about this now)

ok and some thoughts from the original notes: Layering can tell us a lot about your character. You can even merge different clothing items! Think about it: short sleeves on long sleeves can make for a unique touch on an otherwise boring shirt. Go ham on the combinations!

Research (this one's important):

[Title: Research (this one's important)]. Research is cool! Look at all those buttons [, click: here: for link], no wonder there was a button shortage. Also obviously you have to research stuff before writing about another culture otherwise its gonna be some inaccurate crap. a well researched portrayal will be way more interesting and research (at least for me) can be rewarding in general. But you can also do research on time periods, jobs, and more! Research can be intimidating, but sometimes, you just gotta do it. And as I said about well-researched portrayals being more interesting, researching can give you ideas you would've never thought about [, click: here: for link to source]. Told ya research makes stuff more interesting. (really realizing these are more than just recaps, wow. im even citing crap.) So yeah, research is important for many aspects of storytelling, including costuming, and even if it's scary, your future self will thank you.

Imagery:

[Title: Imagery]. This is where you unleash your inner English teacher. You slap some object's shape, pattern, image, etc. somewhere to represent something. It could represent some deep-seated secret of the character, but it doesn't even have to be deep. It may just be a simple reference to a personality trait. Where you put the symbolism can also mean different things, like for example, hearts on a character are usually positive symbolism, but a heart on the sole of a shoe can, if you so desire, mean the character crushes others dreams.

Clothing variations:

[Title: Clothing variations]. Just look at this [, click: here: for link to an image of variations of vests]. Details. You can change them. All the details. Play around with them. Go even further, change the details no one notices. Have you ever seen a denim shirt? No? Make it happen. Make all those weird things happen. Yeah, that's it really.

Details:

[Title: Details]. (literally just copy-pasting the original note apart from maybe one awkward word replaced) Simple details like buttons, hemlines, lace or pleats can make your outfit feel all the more real. The possibilities are endless for such small add-ons.

Don't limit yourself to one type of anything, it's why I made this board! (Other than my own lack of ideas.) For example, learning to draw pockets is cool and all, but are you sure that's all you can do? I have a whole section for them!

So yeah that's it. I am tired and this post is very disjointed.

[gooberdude101]

Idk, I'm bored and you want ask, so tell me about you?

(i really don't know how to do a conversation)

I recently went to Dave and busters and made it my BITCH.!!! I got 2540 points and I got a jackpot on accident and I got a tiny stuffed frog named captain insano a seahorse that’s supposed to smell like watermelon a cup with the straw swirling in the outside a water button game thingy and a push pop I was ten points short for but the clerk gave to me anyways and I still have more credits in that card!!

I like Mischa so so much he’s my silly creature I also have a bunch of fanfic ideas but I’m too chicken to write but I was actually just about to write one but then I was like “wow lemme check tumblr for asks from my super duper cool followers”

I keep a little book of things I don’t want to look up more than once like how to make wheat paste or graffiti ink or how to Hotwire a car (for a fic) because I’m scared of getting on a watchlist

I got into rtc bc I saw an epithet erased edit on TikTok using the AND IM ASKING WHYY LORD on TikTok then it all went downhill from there

I am so so normal all of the time

I love taking about myself every chance I get but I also just like talking in general

I used to be tisthewhiz on a seperate account but I deleted it because I didn’t like it and wanted a fresh start

I dress like not a normal dude but I am so normal and socially regular and rational and I also loooove thrifting i find all the best stuff there

I haven’t gone a day without checking Mischa’s tag on any site (or thinking about him)

Rtc is like one of the two fandoms I’m really in (the other being danganronpa but the only thing really tying me to that is gonta gokuhara from the third game I am so so normal about him too (I’ve been obsessed w him for three or so years.. but Mischa is here now w about the same intensity of love but I don’t think he was done sooo sooo dirty by the creators) I don’t know why I like gonta actually)

Again I’m soooo normal and also!!! I love tumblr all my hoes are on tumblr (cough cough @madwickedawesome)

I love tagging people who have nothing to do with a post but also mr President is my bestie and it’s like. A civil duty

I keep wanting to watch hadestown and moulin rouge but I keep forgetting!!! I was also super into hamilton and I love the soundtrack so so much my social studies teacher played some of the songs in class and it was really funny because I think it was his gateway into cursing during class because we watch cabinet battle 1 and he then said the term pissed off

I am so normal you can come closer to my cage I don’t bite (yet)

[fluffbeast7]

My perspective on my routine recently, but putting emphasis on my perspective on getting home. Because iii... want to! (All of this are real experiences, it gets more detailed as it progresses, i just really wanted to write this, for some reason)

-Wake up early

-Prepare for school

-oh god oh no backpack heavy uugh hungry aaarg

- bye bye kappa (my turtle)

-family car time go go go

-iz in school, this sucks. But its my last year so we push through. Adhd got me jingling my pencil with a bell on it, jingle jingle jingle!!

-school ends, now goin home

- first bus stop, hard to get to because i live in a city with so many hills- ouch my back. But we ignore that because songs be bangin

- plus, great time to look at every corner and up to the skies while i walk my way to the bus stop, maybe we see cool bug, there is a spider i always spy on to see how they are doing- rats, and birbs. But sometimes cars almost run over me, because i am distracted, oops.

- now wait for the bus, doesn't take that long, so i watch the pigeons and, i watch every person that walks by, everyone that i see is different, with different features, different moods, sometimes i see people laughing, sometimes i see people cry. not a single one is the same. Sometimes i see the same people, mostly because they work there or take that bus frequently

- i watch as the old man who seems to be blind walk around with cultural clothes from where i live, playing songs very loud. I watch as a kid passes by me with clothing with what it looks like to be japonese writing. I hear people speak in different languages, sometimes i cant recognize what language. different kinds of hairstyles.. some are playing games on their phone, some looking at me and-

-oop! Bus arrived, i prepare and take my card and bring my backpack with my hand, because it just feels better this way

- i see many people entering, i have 2 spots i always take, avoiding sitting down, too many people, kids, older ones, i never know who might need a chair better than me, i am happy to stand, because if i find my spot, everything will be fine

- i choose a song without lyrics and now i am reading a fanfic, the one i have been reading recently is "i see you, sundrop!" And i smile in the bus every time the scene delights me, and i frown when something suprises me, but only a little.

- i still see the activity on the bus, people who work at the mall, young adults talking about their first job, teenagers talking about their grades, couples flirting,, a person asking for money, a guy who happily hops and sings out loud a love song, and everyone looks at him. Teenagers in front of me look at each other and giggle, saying "i wish i was as happy as that guy!"

- now i arrived at the bus station, where i wait for my other bus to arrive. The bus station is where i try to avoid sleeping the most, i go there everyday but you never know the people you encounter (i will never forget the drunk person screaming at everyone, he even got hit by another guy)

- i walk to my spot and i see the same people selling the same things, this guy comes up to me, and tries to sell me a snack, i tell him no, i don't have money.

- i open up the fic on my phone, i am very aware a woman is looking at what i am reading, and i continue reading, even if she might read English. Because i wonder what she will think if she picks up that im reading about robots

- i see a person with multiple LGBTQ pins on their purse, good for them! I see someone reading a book, i see people asking what's the best bus to pick.

- i am invested on my reading, gosh darn this chapter is good-

- bus arrived, i take it, this time not many people take it, so i can sit down without a worry

-the bus has trash on the ground, i ignore it. I continue reading

- i look at the window, hey look! What animal is that? Looks like a reptile, that big, In the city? Wow, unfortunately, i didn't take a picture of that

- i wait till i can press the button, me and a lady come out, i almost fall in a hole, but i continue walking. i can't read while walking, so i change my music to something upbeat, i will be walking for a little bit so i jam to maybe 2 songs.

-i am already very tired, so i don't observe things just as easily- i finally reach my appartment, walking those long stairs and- shit its there that i realize how much my back is hurting

- i get home, change my uniform and pass out in my bed. Oof.

-the rest of the day is always different, but i eat, i giv kappa food, and thats it :)

[oranges-for-calico]

okay so I kind of just did a long bullet point list in my notes app, so i'm just going to pick some of them and copy them here! spoilers for Broadchurch season one! :) also like.. source material typical content warnings apply. and these were as I was watching so I got a little heated at times sorry about that

also these might be like not entertaining at all. I really don't know

also the dog ends up being okay so don't worry

EPISODE ONE - i looove the trope of somber/creepy music over happy scene. - i like the detective lady so far she’s so passive aggressive. also she’s returning from maternal leave or something - ALEC HARDYYYY

- “cameraphone” what decade is this - 2013, presumably

- “go down to check it out get yourself some fresh air” SENDS HIM. TO THE DEATH SITE OF A CHILD - JACOB ANDERSON AKA LOUIS IS IN IT WHATTTT

- fucking asshole. of course it was fucking twitter this is why twitter sucks. not fucking cool - GO OFF ALEC. BLOODY TWITTER - he’s a little shit is fucking right. die olly - wow the news industry seems very exploitative.

- “why didn’t you look in on him last night” WOAHH THERE - “why didn’t you” - “where were you last night” OOP - YOU HESITATED

- news lady fucking die. heartless fucking asshole who would do that. i hate you. the entire news industry should go die actually how disrespectful can you get

EPISODE TWO

- cctv footage hell yeah alec - alec are u ok - character trope: you think he’s mean but he’s actually just fucking miserable 24/7 - beth is not doing okay omg - rory!!!:)

- who asks a 15 year old for a light - oh she gave the stuffy back oh aw okay she’s kinda sweet fuck. sorry i told you to die reporter lady - “so you’re snooping on me now” SMOOTH LMFAO - how tf can you not remember your mates name. his story has so many holes - i think it’s a red herring though ? dude idk how this show works - you are not slick bro - why is he making that face - HIS PRINTS ARE THERE HAHAHAHHA

EPISODE THREE

- dude i could not commit a murder for many reasons but specifically i would not be able to come up with lies like that

- “you overcompensate” “i know”

- ur alibi is rubbish - there’s bloods in the boat mark. - eeee i’m scared of fishing hooks. that one time we looked at them in girl scouts scared me - “because i’m ashamed innit”

EPISODE FOUR

- nice to see alec in a good mood

EPISODE FIVE

- they’re making tom act as danny in the reconstruction ??? brutal - i keep forgetting this shows from 2013 - okay i hate the fact that the age of consent is 16 there

- awww look at them gossiping - bro i’m sorry i just *can not sympathize with a man who married a 17 year old when he was 40* - oh—

EPISODE SIX - why the creepy music? is toms dad sus - “i’m always alright” that’s a very The Doctor thing to say

- “i didnt assault him it was a joke gone wrong” that’s not a great sentence - WHY do people get so defensive when they’re being questioned. IF IT WASNT YOU JUST PROVIDE THE EVIDENCE . YOU DONT NEED TO GET ANGRY

- oh boy tom what have you got. i mean you’re very sneaky so good job on that but girl please just tell the police what’s going on………..

- dean lives on a farm haha nerd - wow alec is not doing well

- “he used to be my friend” interesting wording tom

- girl nigel did you just steal the dog - that’s not nice - FIND HER BASTARD DOG. NAEW - NON NPLEASE DONT KILL THE DOG - NINOJIJNNO - NOPE

EPISODE SEVEN

- “you nearly died on me” “neowww” - alec you are literally out of breath pleasee go back to the hospital - i love how alec wears a button up over another button up that’s so gay

- OMGGGGGGG SUSAN KNOWS WHO IT IS!!! - tbh i bet it’s nigel, he’s mean and (probably) killed the dog

- ?? - actually do tell alec i’m really curious - oh?? were you having an affair? - OH. SHE WAS HIS WIFE

- FUCK NO NOT THE DOG NO NO - fuck no. no no no no - the dog is okay as of now

EPISODE EIGHT

- OKAY. - NOT THAT IM SURE YET BUT. TOMS DAD IS THE PERFECT KILLER. HES BEEN HERE IN THE BACKGROUND THIS ENTIRE TIMR BUT. HES NEVER BEEN A PRIME SUSPECT - SHOE SIZE MENS TEN FUCJ YEAH - “you’ve done good work on this miller, well done.” - THE SUSPENSE OMGGG - allllec.

- 59 DAYS EARLIER THIS WILL BE GOOOOD

- SHUT UUUUP HES INTERROGATING MILLER LMFAO - it was indeed joe. harsh though lol - can alec get some proper medical attention now

- and i thought they’d hug - FINISHED:)

if you found this entertaining lmk and I will post my notes from season two and three maybe :3 also I took notes while watching deadloch too

i watched Broadchurch last year and took notes like the entire time, would anyone be interested in me posting some of the funny ones?

[eddiemunsonswhxre]

feelin sick / eddie munson

masterlist

one shot

cw: fluff, so cute, mentions of sex

eddie thinks you ditched him, when really you just feel to sick to move. so, of course, he decides to take care of you.

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  eddie waltzes into your bedroom as if he owns the place, already beginning to scold you before he closes the door. “y/n, i understand that my idea of going to the woods for a date is a little creepy. but, i actually had a very intricate and romantic evening planned but whatever. you canceling on me completely though is simply not allowed and it kind of wounds me. your mom let me in, henceforth i am dragging you out to do someth- oh. baby, you look terrible,” he cuts himself off when you roll over in bed.

  you glare at him and flip him off. “wow, thanks,” you mutter, throat hurting with your words and voice sounding funny. he wasn’t wrong though and you knew it. your hair was quite frankly a mess. your face was extremely washed out with red eyes and a stuffed up nose to compliment it. and he could just see it in your face you felt miserable.

  “you didn’t tell me you were sick,” eddie frowns, coming to sit on the edge of your bed. he leans up to place the back of his hand on your forehead, feeling just how warm you are. “you take your temperature recently?” he asks, worried at the heat emanating from your skin.

  you close your eyes at his touch, his cool rings soothing the pain in your head momentarily. “i didn’t want you to worry,” you mumble quietly. your mind then catches up, processing his other question. “no, can you go ask mom for the thermometer actually?” you ask, opening your eyes again.

  eddie removes his hand, you feeling icky again at the loss. “yeah, baby. i’ll be right back,” he says, setting his jacket on your desk chair as he leaves your room, a sign that he didn’t plan on leaving soon.

  as he said he would be, he came back holding the thermometer. your mom told him how stubborn you were being about the thing, saying you just needed to sleep it off and he didn’t find it hard to believe. he sits back on the edge of your bed and removes the protective cover from the thermometer. “okay pretty girl, open up,” he says, pressing the button to turn it on.

  you oblige, going cross eyed as you watch him place the thermometer under your tongue. the two of you wait a few seconds until it beeps and eddie pulls it back to look at. “102, baby that’s not good,” eddie frowns, capping it and putting it on your bedside table.

  you pout, snuggling further into your blankets. “i hate this,” you grumble and eddie gives you a look of sympathy.

  his hand rests on you hip over your comforter and he soothingly rubs his thumb across. “i know, sweetheart. we should get these blankets off though, it’ll help your fever come down,” he says, reaching up to grab the edge that was under your chin.

  you shake your head, whimpering slightly. “but im freezing,” you whine, holding it tighter.

  eddie shakes his head, pulling the comforter away regardless and sighing in displeasure when he sees you were in a pair of fuzzy christmas pants and one of his sweaters. “absolutely not,” he mutters, throwing the blanket off and grabbing your hands to pull you up. “aren’t you sweating?” he asks, holding your body to him as he cupped his hand behind your head to feel your sweaty skin underneath the hair on your neck. “don’t lie,” he says sternly, pulling his hand from under your hair to instead intertwine it with his other one behind your back.

  you look up at him with watery eyes and he feels his heart break a little. “yeah, but i keep getting cold. i feel terrible,” you whine, feeling like you could cry from frustration.  

  a sigh leaves eddie’s lips as he thinks. “alright, you’re gonna hate me for this but you need to go take a cold shower to cool your temp and wash all this sweat off,” he says, pulling back from you to give you a knowing look. you go to protest but he doesn’t let you. “nope, no arguing. go shower while i find you clothes and medicine,” he says, pecking your forehead before standing. 

  you groan in annoyance but walk out of your room and to the bathroom anyways. eddie smiles and then leaves to find your mom again. he finds her cleaning the counters in the kitchen. “sorry to bother you again, mrs. y/l/n. but, you guys got any fever reducer or something? her temps over 102,” eddie asks, his thumb pointing back towards the hall where you were.

  your mom turns to him and throws her rag down on the counter before dusting her hands off. “you’re actually getting her to take something?” she asks, walking over to the cabinet where all the medicine was kept.

  eddie chuckled nervously and scratched the back of his head. “it’s more i’m just not giving her a choice,” he says sheepishly and your mom smiles, shuffling between bottles. “she’s actually taking a cold shower right now too, so,” he trails, playing with the many bracelets on his wrists that you had made him.

  your mom closes the cabinet and walks over to him with a bottle. “you’re a saint, eddie. couldn’t have asked for a better boyfriend for my daughter,” she complimented, kissing his cheek and handing him the bottle of fever reducer.

  eddie cheeks heated up in embarrassment as he took it. “thanks, mrs. y/l/n,” he says sheepishly as she turns to walk back to the counter.

  she shook her head, “you can start calling me by my first name, you know? you’re practically family at this point. speaking of which, did y/n ask you about vacation yet?” your mom asks, running water over the rag.

  eddie’s face is pink, he’s sure of it as his heart swells. “uh, yeah, she-she did. still trying to figure it out,” he says, thinking about he was going to get money to accompany them to the grand canyon.

  “okay, well just let us know, sweetie,” your mom smiles, then begins fllling the sink to do dishes.

  eddie begins walking backwards out of the kitchen, heart beating a bit faster. “will do,” he says, turning on his heel and walking back to your room. he sets the bottle next to the water on your bedside table and then heads to your drawers. he finds a fresh pair of underwear for you, deciding against a bra since you’d be laying around, and then grabbing you some sleep shorts and a tank top. 

  he walks back out into the hallway, stopping in front of the bathroom door and knocking. “i have some clothes for you, sweetheart,” he calls, trying to be heard over the shower.

  “come in,” you call back, and eddie does just that, slipping in and closing the door behind him. he found out about six months ago that your mom didn’t care too much about how close you and eddie were. she didn’t mind if he slept over or if you two showered together, because she trusted you. you and eddie will never forget the awkward talk you had while establishing this, but it made the three of you have a lot more trust. basically, the agreement was you could do whatever, just no sex when there were other people in the house, it was her one boundary. she also gave both of you a lecture on being safe but still, it wasn’t a bad conversation.

  the water turned off as eddie set down your clothes and your arm stuck out for a towel. eddie rolled his eyes at your childishness, but handed you your towel anyways. “feel any better, baby?” he asks as you open the shower curtain.

  your teeth were chattering and as you stepped out, eddie realized the drops on your cheeks were not just water. “oh, sweetheart,” he pulled your wet frame against him.

  “i feel so sick,” you sniffle, wiping your nose:

  eddie frowns and pushes some wet hair from your face. “mhm. c’mon, we’ll get your clothes on and then we can go take some medicine so you can get a good nap in,” he says, kissing your cold cheek. you nod, drying yourself off as eddie searches for your hair brush. you slip on your clothes, shivering as the two of you walk back to your bedroom. “sit,” he instructs you, pointing to your bed. you do just that, grabbing the pill bottle and reading the dosages.

  eddie hums quietly as he sits behind you, pulling all your damp hair to rest on your back. he began carefully brushing through it as you took the pills, trying not to pull. you closed your eyes, enjoying the comforting touch of your boyfriend. “okay, good to go. let’s take a nap, pretty girl,” he says, tossing your brush to your side table and scooting towards the top of your bed.

  you pout and turn to look back at him. “eddie, you should go home i don’t want you to get sick,” you say, a sniffle interrupting your words.

  “nonsense, we’re cuddling. come here,” he persists, patting the bed next to him. you roll your eyes but curl up next to him with your head on his chest anyway. 

  eddie throws your sheet over the two of you, wrapping his arms around you. “will you sing to me?” you ask quietly, looking up at eddie with big eyes.

  eddie smiles, kissing your nose. “how could i say no to that face?” 

[wizkiddx]

3 hearts broken

I did an angst thing again oops also not proof read double oops

summary: an argument between you and tom, except it takes him hurting someone else for you to loose it

warnings: alot of swearing (im British sorry not sorry) idk anything else except commitment issues?

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It was an argument you and your boyfriend regularly had. In fact, it was the only argument the two of you ever had. And especially recently, one that Tom seemed to want to have every day. It didn’t matter where you were on set; in the rental home; out for dinner. Or like now… in the airport lounge.

You were sitting across from each other in a semi-private booth. Tom in his joggers and a burgundy hoodie, you in your black leggings and an oversized tee that actually belonged to your boyfriend. The rest of the place was almost deserted, given the late-night time of the flight. It was probably why Tom felt so comfortable bringing up this touchy subject in a public place.

You were both way past overtired too, owing to the end of a gruelling shoot. All you wanted was to get back to London and get into your own bed. Without an unnecessary fight with Tom.

Unfortunately for you, when you had naively said those exact words, Tom’s overtired brain skipped straight to it being a personal attack.

“I don’t see why you can’t commit to moving in Y/n! We practically live together for filming anyway so-“

“I love you Tom, more than I could ever express. I just… I can’t do this yet. I need… more-“

“More time, I know.” He grumbled, already standing and slinging his duffel bag over his shoulder - as the flight’s gate was announced by the intercom. Had he not already turned his back and started heading along the hallway, you would’ve tried to protest and calm him down. But thanks to his urgency to get away from you… all you could do was sigh. Slumping back against the seat before hauling yourself up and grabbing the bags - that he had helped you with on the way in.

No doubt this would be a long flight.

That it was. Tom had been maturely giving you the silent treatment at the gate, as you were boarding, and finding you seats. You were both in first class, so you had adjacent little pods with a little partition in the middle. It’s standard position was to be lowered however, before you’d even been able to settle into your window seat, Tom had already switched to button to have it slowly slide up.

Real fucking mature.

Thinking he just needed some time to cool off, you rolled your eyes but let him be. Even though you were such a frequent flier, you were terrible at getting any sleep on them. Tom knew this, knew how much you disliked the idea of being hurtling through the air in a tin can. Usually, he’d be holding your hand, entertaining you by watching a movie and providing a shit commentary over the top. Sometimes, when you were both as exhausted as right now, he’d even slide into your chair, having you perch on top of him so you could fall asleep listening to his heartbeat in his chest. Now though? He refused to acknowledge your existence.

Tom never had such issues flying, he was like a switch that could just choose to fall asleep at any and every point. Which is perhaps why it shocked you to see him still wide awake, staring angrily at the corner of his pod when you went to the loo, hours later. Thinking it was time for a peace offering, on the return to your seat you made eye contact and began to smile softly at him. However, that plan lasted for all of two seconds, since as soon as he realised you had seen him staring, Tom instantly shut his eyes - playing asleep.

He really was being particularly stubborn tonight.

By the time the plane landed, he’d still refused to say anything - and it was starting to really piss you off too. You’d tried to be mature, tried to offer the metaphorical olive branch and he had quite literally thrown it back in your face. So by the time you were being escorted off the plane (first because you were first class), you hung back from your boyfriend, wanting to have your own space.

Which was exactly why you didn’t want to give up your own apartment yet!

The two of you walked across the bridge into the terminal with a good 8 metres between each other. Tom didn’t bother to turn round and check on you, taking purposeful steps as though he wanted to get away.

Thankfully the terminal was quiet, probably due to the ungodly hour in the morning you’d landed at. The halls echoed only with your and Toms footsteps, the echo exaggerating just how far away you felt from him at this point. Still, Tom hadn’t acknowledged your existence, or anyone elses for that matter - the pair of you almost got to baggage reclaim before seeing any other humans.

And that is where it all went wrong.

It was typical, an otherwise empty airport except for you, Tom and a family with 2 girls. 2 teenage girls. 2 teen girls whose eyes widened to almost comical levels at the sight of your boyfriend. You’d seen them from a mile away, but from Tom’s reaction to them - he clearly hadn’t.

In fact, you were such a distance away you couldn’t exactly hear the exchange. But what you saw, had your heart in your mouth.

The girls ran over from the seats their whole family were sitting in, squealing at Tom with that overcited little jump you’d seen so often. Instead of Tom turning to them and entertaining them with small talk and a photo or two - he did the opposite. If anything, he quickened his cadence, looked as though he waved the girls off without muttering two words.

And maybe there was a reason. Maybe they had shouted something really rude at him - but fuck, the chances were slim. One looked ten, and one looked a couple of years older - as you approached, you saw the dejected and shocked faces melt into ones of intense disappointment. The eldest turned and hugged the younger, whose chest appeared to be shaking in a way that meant only one thing. Tom had made her cry.

Just as both the mother and father stood up to rush to the girls, you matched their hurried steps - getting their first.

“Hi, excuse me… “

You felt really awkward but knew you had to do something for these poor girls. And quite possibly for Toms career too. “Are you guys okay?” It took a second or two, but the girls clearly both recognised you too (thank god), throwing nervous looks at each other.

“Are yo-you Y/n?” The younger one asked, bright eyes glazed in tears which broke your heart to see.

“Yeh-yeh I am, what are your names?” You knelt, smiling warmly at the girls, who seemed to chirp up a bit.

“I’m Tima” The eldest spoke first before nudging the other to speak. You waited patiently till the little girl had wiped her eyes before replying.

“I’m Azara.”

“Wow, you’ve both got very beautiful names. Where are you both headin-“

“Can I ask you a question!?” Litte Azara burst out, interrupting you, but in the cutest and sweetest way. You just laughed and said of course, as she twiddled with her thumbs nervously.

“How big is the biggest T-rex?” Her little eyes were so curious and you had to suppress a giggle, seeing how serious it was.

Of course, the T-Rexs in Jurassic world (one of your movies) were all CGI. But Azara didn’t have to know that.

“Oh, they are bigger thanthan the tallest trees you’ve ever seen!”

You carried on your little chat with the girls for five or so minutes, laughing with them and exchanging soft nods with their parents too - who seemed appreciative of your time. Eventually, though, it was the dad who pulled time on the exchange, signalling that the girls had taken up enough of your time. As you stood up, Tima spoke up - after being relatively withdrawn from the conversation.

“You’re friends with Tom Holland right?” You nodded, subconsciously biting your lip to see what she would say. “Can you tell him sorry for bothering him, it’s just Azara was excited, we only wanted to say hi.”

Yeh, there was absolutely no way these incredibly sweet girls did anything to Tom. He was just being a knob.

“Hey, it’s not your fault at all. We’ve just had a really, really long flight, and he’s in a bit of a mood at me - I’m so sorry that he let it out on you.”

That explanation seemed to satisfy Tima with a nod, and with some final hugs you bid the girls both farewell. By this point, the rest of your plane had caught up along the corridors, so it was busier, and you had to fight against the small crowd to get through the airport as quickly as possible. Because you were seething with rage for Tom and could not wait to tell him exactly what those poor girls thought of him.

Unsurprisingly Tom had chosen not to wait for you in the airport at all, instead already hiding inside the blacked-out windows of the 4x4 waiting at the collection point. You marched up to that car angry to the point you thought the whole airport would notice. Yanking the door so hard you were surprised you did no damage to it, you threw your bags in - momentarily ignoring the sight of Tom huddled into a corner, staring at his phone with AirPods in.

But once you slammed the door shut and the driver started the car, you let yourself go.

“Who the fuck do you think you are!”

“Y/n can we just leave it for- “

“You made 2 girls cry!!! You were so self-absorbed in your temper tantrum that you made 2 teenage girls cry. You proud of yourself?”

This time he did look at you, eyes wide and confused - clearly not understanding. So you continued - laying it out for him.

“Those two girls you waved off because you were so busy running away from me? Well the youngest one cried and then the eldest didn’t speak and when she did it was only to ask me to apologise to you. You’re a fucking dickhead!”

“I didn’t mean-“

“Oh god, that makes it all better. You didn’t mean to make them cry on purpose, so it’s fine! God if you’d only said I’d-“

“Fuck off Y/n you’re not being fair, cut the sarcasm.”

“I’m not being fair?!? Because I’m the bad person in this situation, right? I just saved you from a very, very bad headline tomorrow morning because you were too busy giving me the silent treatment.”

“Yeah, well, your the one who doesn’t seem to give a damn about me!”

You scoffed hard at his words, air trapped in your throat that now felt completely stuck. How could he say that? How could he even think that?

As much as you hated showing it, you felt your eyes well up with tears. Because who the fuck did he think he was.

“Now that, that is so unfair. You know exactly my history and why I don’t want to move in yet AND you know just how much I fucking love you. So don’t you dare.”

“You're not convincing anyone.” He spoke quieter, but the venom behind his tone was still there. As the first tear escaped over your bottom lashes, you knocked on the partition to the driver and asked him, in no uncertain terms, to pull over.

“Congrats Tom. That’s three women you’ve broken the hearts of in 20 minutes. Must be some sort of a record.”

And with that you slammed the door shut, abandoned on the side of the road somewhere within Heathrow.

?a part 2? idk where id go from here aha

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[badwithten]

Winter Warfare | CHRISTMAS EVEL - STRAY KIDS ADVENT CALENDAR

PAIRING Hyunjin x fem yandere!reader

GENRE horror

WORD COUNT 3.8k

SYNOPSIS Secret Santa was something you wouldn't miss for the world, so when your manager suggested a workplace event you were thrilled. Instead of one gift on Christmas, each workday you surprise your secret Santa with a new present on their desk. It started with small trinkets and chocolate. But on the 8th day, you decided to show your secret Santa how much you really cared. 

WARNINGS yandere behaviour, implied self harm, murder, y/n is really mean to hyunjin (not to his face though, in a letter but :(( still)

A/N uhhh im editing this at 5am so if its kinda jank my bad

MASTERLIST

When it came to Christmas, you hadn't matured at all. Yes, you were an adult with bills and responsibilities, but you couldn't help the joy that built up inside whenever the weather began to cool. Or when the dark night throughout your city started to be replaced with bright lights hung up by store owners. From the small changes such as stores playing Mariah Carey nonstop to the bigger changes in your life, a tree in your lounge and the smell of pine throughout your apartment. 

This enjoyment of the holiday session was not only reflected in your home life but also seen at your workplace. It didn't come as quickly as it did in your home, but not long after December started there was tinsel and lights decorating your otherwise dull office space. A tree near the entrance of the break room. Your receptionist handed out candy canes to every child who was dragged along to meetings with their caregiver, with school closed it was unfortunate for those whose parents worked full time, sitting in an accounting meeting was one way to spend your winter break.

Despite this meeting being not of importance, you're still embarrassed at entering five minutes after it has started. You stand at the door of the conference room, hand hovering over the handle. You're not sure if it's your lack of sleep or excess caffeine consumption or both that's making you so anxious. Before you get a chance to open the door yourself, the golden handle disappears away from your hand. Your eyes move from your feet up to the face in front of you.

A man with long blond hair looks at you with wide eyes, mouth parted in surprise. Your expression matches him as you take a moment to process. He wears light grey suit pants, and a cleanly pressed button-up shirt tucked in at the waistline. Hyunjin was the culprit, leaving the meeting five minutes in. He steps forward, forcing you back as he shuts the door.

“Shouldn’t you be in there?” You gesture to the room he just left from, confused why he was leaving so early.

“What?” 

“The secret Santa meeting, you are doing it right?”

“Oh wow,” A smile emerges on his skin, taking his lip in between his teeth to stop a laugh. “I’m heading to the meeting now, but you’d find it is actually in room B,” He points to the door down the hall from where the two of you stand before gesturing to the door behind him “Not room A”

Your hand comes up to cover your mouth, half laughing, half trying to hide your embarrassment.

“It’s ok, we’re both gonna be embarrassed walking in there,” With an arm around your shoulder and eyes on his wristwatch, he walks down to the correct door. You joined the company only a month after Hyunjin did, yet you were still a year younger than him which allowed him to treat you as if you were his younger sister. A playful relationship you enjoyed within the serious nature of your work. “almost ten minutes late”

Removing his arm he quickly grabbed the door handle, nodding at you despite the shaking of your head and panic in your eyes. Holding back his laughter, he bowed with his arm over his waist, opening the door for you to enter first. All eyes landed on you as the door swung open, soon they were at the figure next to you, presumably Hyunjin.

“You’re late” The anger in your boss's eyes was almost unbearable, you knew he had a low tolerance for this type of behaviour, even for something as silly as a secret Santa meeting. “Sit down, right now”

The two of you silently take your seat across the table from each other as your manager continues explaining the rules of a game you know all too well. With the rules ingrained in your mind already, it allows your thoughts to wander. Your eyes focus on the man sitting in front of you. Despite him only seeing you as a younger sister, he was so much more to you. 

Your heart swelled anytime you were around him, beating fast and hard as you tried to contain your excitement. You met him through work and at first, your relationship with him was awkward. You had never had a coworker so attractive and charismatic so when he initiated the conversation with you first, you just froze, cheeks burning hot. It was honestly embarrassing how much he impacted you.

As your relationship with him grew you tried to push those feelings away. Not only had you developed a strong friendship that you didn’t want to ruin with unrequited feelings, but you knew you had no chance with him. You saw how other people in the office looked at him, this was also their first time having such an attractive and charismatic coworker. 

Every now and again these feelings would bubble back up, and despite your efforts to keep them down, Hyunjin would light you back up and force you to act like a nervous wreck around him once more. One of his favourite ways to do this was physical contact. Of course, whether it was an arm over your shoulder or simply playing with your hand while you spoke, it was never intentional. Your interaction with him earlier bought these feelings back, and each time they emerged it was stronger than the last.

“Y/N?” When you snap out of it you see your manager standing next to you, holding a box filled with paper and the names of your coworkers. “Don’t tell me you’re not doing it this year?”

“Of course not” You smile at him, reaching in and grabbing a name out of the pieces of paper left. As soon as your arm has left the box he wanders off to the person sitting next to you.

Looking at your lap, you unravel the paper. ‘HWANG HYUNJIN’. Trying your best to swallow your heart down isn’t enough, you're choking on your feelings. You now had a way to show him how you felt, you knew it was a long shot and you had a lot of competition. But you weren't going to back down from a challenge.

You couldn’t contain your excitement at the fact you got Hyunjin for secret Santa. It was the perfect match-up, you knew everything there was to know about him. Right after work, you went to the store. Picking up all his favourite chocolates, snacks and art supplies. Things you knew from your previous outbursts of your crush. You felt childish calling it a crush, but the things you made it do were childish. Things you put behind you. This time you were going to do it correctly, instead of sneaking around you were going, to be honest about your feelings. After wrapping the array of gifts you had bought him, you sat down with your laptop and opened your notes.

“Dear Hyunjin,

I know this secret Santa isn't like the ones in the past, instead of one gift on Christmas day I have chosen to spread out your gifts through the days. You should have received the first week of them by the time you are reading this letter and I hope you enjoy each and every one! By the time Christmas comes around, I’ll give you the rest of the roses you are getting today. This time, it won’t be anonymous. I hope you can accept my feelings after this letter. Because the truth is, I love you and have for a while now. Ever since the day I started working at this office I have had feelings for you. Every day when I wake up and go to sleep, my first and last thoughts are of you. Every time I see you I get butterflies. Every time I get to talk to you my heart lights up. I’ve never felt this way about a guy before and every time we talk I know you don’t feel the same way I feel for you and it makes me sad. But at the end of the day, the truth is that I’m always thinking about you. I will always love you and I need to tell you.”

You wipe away the stray tear that falls down your cheek, stopping it from hitting your laptop. You didn’t even notice the tears building up in your eyes as you typed. But he bought out these feelings in you. 

Printing out the letter and putting it away in an envelope with a kiss was the last of your prepping for secret Santa. Now all you had to do was wait.

You had been observing Hyunjin's reactions to your gifts all week. He was pleasantly surprised each day. Enjoying his snacks and paint sets. His previous reactions determined your actions today, but you felt as if it was the right decision. You made it to the office as early as you could, concealing three roses in your bag and heading into the break room. Moving as quickly as you could, you lay the roses down in his cubby hole where he kept his bag throughout the work day. Lastly was the letter, which you were hesitant about, but being hesitant in the past only left you with regret. One last kiss you placed on the envelope before leaving it to be found by its new owner. Anxiety built up as you sat in silence, waiting for the tall blonde man to enter the office. 

A laugh that was all too familiar to you echoed down the hall. You sat up, picked up your phone and sipped on your coffee. All behaviour that you played off as natural. His smile stays bright as he enters the room and lays eyes on you.

“You’re here early kid” He walks past, bag in one hand as the other comes to flick your forehead. You let it happen although you still flinch at the impact.

“Yeah, I went to bed too early last night and couldn't sleep this morning” The lie comes off of your tongue more naturally than most things you said. It was your language. 

He takes a deep breath seeing the roses in his cubby and you freeze at his reaction. The sharp pain of anxiety reemerges in your chest. He picks up the letter, leaves the flowers and puts his bag away. His poker face is almost non-existent. Instead, his face drops, dread replacing what was joy only moments earlier. “You ok?” You ask, trying to be calm about the situation.

“Yeah, I’ll tell you about it later” He stuffs the letter away in his bag before leaving the room, leaving you in silence once more.

Your day was painfully slow, each second that passed slowly chipped away at what was left of your positive mood. Despite the bad reaction you got this morning, you couldn’t let him know you were upset. So you worked as you normally would, laughing anytime Hyunjin stopped at your desk to deliver a one-liner about your manager. 

But when the pain truly hit you was when you sat in your bed, listening to Hyunjin ramble down the phone about how uncomfortable he was with the letter he received. He mocked the writing you used, discussed how angry he was that someone would use secret Santa as a way to convey his feelings and how he was worried about the day the person would come forward and tell him face to face. The cherry on top of all of this was how he felt about you. Oh, how lucky he was to have such a good friend like you! And that’s all you'd ever be.

A friend.

You lay awake long after the phone call. At first, you were silent, staring at your wall while you tried to contain the pieces of your broken heart. When that didn't work, it came out in cries. Violent crying shook your entire body with your sobs. All you could see was pure red anger by the time your tears had dried out. You wanted Hyunjin to feel that same red burning pain.

Sitting back at your laptop, you opened up another note.

“Dear Hyunjin,

I hope you are happy with yourself. You have thrown away the one chance of love you will ever get. You are good looking and you let that get to your head, it has turned you into a nasty selfish human. Do you think everyone just loves you? Well after today you have lost a friend. You will soon have no one if you keep this act up. And even if you decide that some girl is up to your high standard, she will never love you the way I did. Notice that Hyunjin? Past tense. The passion inside me is still there but now it is full of hate.”

In a hurry you print out the paper, not bothering to find an envelope to seal it in. Instead, you grab the small cardboard box next to your printer, shove the letter away and reach for the roses from the vase of water that sat in. But unlike yesterday when you were careful with the thorns, it pricks your hand. The pain shocks you out of your mad furry, making you drop the sharp flowers against the floor. Looking down you see a small drop of blood forming against your palm.

Mesmerised by the colour, you turn your hand allowing the blood to drip on the paper. The red looks nice against the white of your letter. Decorating the words and sealing in your pain. But Hyunjin deserves more than just a drop of your pain. Picking up the flowers once again, you use the thrones to paint him a bigger picture of what he has done to you.

You arrive at work early once again, bandages on your arms are covered by your long sleeve shirt. You shove the box into Hyunjins cubby and don’t bother to wait around and see his reaction. You want to see his fear, his disgust, out in the open. You want to see him try to hide it as panics, knowing someone in this room has done something evil because of him. Without knowing, a grin has grown on your face.

“You’re happy” Looking up from your desk, you see the man himself but in a much better condition than you had anticipated. He has a bad poker face, if he had seen what you left him he would not be this ok.

“Just excited for Christmas” The holiday that started this all was only four days away now. And your excitement was still there somewhere, it was buried deep below the anger you had for the man standing in front of you. “You opened your present from your crush this morning?”

“After yesterday I’m gonna wait til I’m home” His voice is low, just in case whoever left the love letter yesterday is listening. “You know me, wouldn’t be able to hide anything on this pretty face” He leaves back to work, blowing you a kiss on the way out.

The kiss sent you back down into a pool of love. You didn’t hate Hwan Hyunjin. You were madly in love with him and he had a letter that said otherwise. As much as the bridge between the two of you had burnt, you weren’t going to let it float down that river. You needed to salvage the rubble of what was left. 

You needed to get that letter.

You waited in the parking lot until you saw Hyunjin leave, then another couple of minutes just to be safe. Once you knew he was out of sight, you left in your own vehicle, driving towards his house. If you were correct about his routine, he would shower as soon as he got home. Although his routine did not usually include a gift from someone he perceived as a freak. 

With your car parked down the road, you got out and made a quick walk to his yard. You were lucky that you were correct about his routine, seeing the light in his bathroom turn on. You needed to move fast and quietly. But not to be too sneaky as to alert his neighbours, you had done this many times before you shouldn't need to worry, but you had never done it with him at home.

Making your way up his porch, you flipped over the flower pot next to his door and grabbed the spare key. His lock was loud, but you prayed it was not louder than his shower, which you could now hear running. The risk of sound was one you had to make, you had no choice. You needed to get to that box. With a click of the deadbolt and a creak of the door, you were in. You left the door unlocked, needing to be able to exit quickly. 

Despite not being the first time at his house, you were still unfamiliar with the layout, making you lose time as you searched for where he could've left his work bag. Finally, you see the bag on his bed and you make your way to it. 

You once again find that your best efforts were not good enough. As soon as your hands are on the box, you hear the shower turn off and the bathroom door open. With no other option, you find yourself under his bed key still in your hand as you watch the box rise and fall on your chest with every deep breath you take.

Soon your attention is turned to the feet walking along the wooden floor. With a hum he sits on the bed, stretching down and pulling on a pair of socks before standing again and dropping the towel to bunch up around his now-covered feet. Despite only being able to see his feet and calves, this is the most intimate you have been with your love. Without thinking, your hand reaches out. You want to feel him, his bare skin against yours. But as he reaches down to pull on his underwear and then pants, you stop. Lying flat against the hard wooden floor once again. You just need him to leave, to go to the bathroom once more, to go anywhere but here. One moment is all you need to leave. Sure once he returned he would notice the present is gone. But in no way would he connect that to you. 

Instead, he stands silently. Presumably doing something on his phone or looking at himself in the mirror. Each second that passes you find it harder to hold your breath still, taking shallow breaths to stay quiet leaves you out of breath, only making it harder to not make a noise. With each breath comes panic and that panic only amplifies as you hear him ringing someone.

First, you feel your phone vibrate again and it's too late. Your phone starts ringing out. You're frozen. Knowing you have been caught, knowing that it's over for you and Hyunjin. You watch him jump at the sudden noise, he's scared. But all you are is upset. You know that it's game over for you, but you can't help but silence your cries.

You watch as he steps away from the bed slowly. “Hello?” His voice is shaky, nothing like you're heard him speak at work. When he doesn't get a reply, you watch as he slowly lowers himself to the ground to investigate. His face drops when he makes eye contact with you. “Y/N?”

He stands back up, shocked to find you there. At first, you think it's relief in his voice, happy that it's you under his bed and not someone wanting to rob or kill him. It brings you a sense of peace that maybe this won’t go as bad as you imagined it to. But as you pull yourself out of the bed and into a standing position to explain your situation, you see that is a pure terror on his face. He’s pale, chest rising and falling so fast you think he's about to explode.

“What are you doing here Y/N?” His voice is still shaky, even more so now as tears begin to roll down his face. He makes eye contact with the box you still have tight in your grasp. “Are you my secret Santa?”

You say nothing, following suit in the tears decorating your own cheeks, but with none of the fear. 

“Give me the box Y/N” His voice is stern and filled with anger. You shake your head no. “Y/N! Give it here, I’m not asking”

When you still refuse, he pulls it out of your hands. There's no fight from you, you know it's over and you are frozen in place. As he opens the box and witnesses what you had left for him, the satisfaction you had imagined feeling this morning is now replaced with guilt and regret. If he looked scared before, he is petrified now. He doesn’t even need to read the letter to feel sick about the situation.

“Is this your blood Y/N?” You nod yes.

“How did you get into my house?” You shrug your shoulders, refusing to make eye contact with him. “Y/N!” He snaps, making you jump. “Please please please” He begins to break down as the full gravity of the situation weighs on him.

“I’m sorry” You finally break your silence, your words were broken, and you truly feel remorseful. 

“You need to leave Y/N, now” 

“What?” You step forward, making him jump back but you're quicker. Holding onto one of his hands. “I can’t leave you, not now”

“What are you talking about Y/N? This is insane, yes you need to leave” When he goes to pull his hand away, you tighten your grip, making him yelp in pain.

“I’m not leaving you Hyunjin” You smile for the first time since you got here, eyes shaking with tears as you try to find some sort of peace. “I love you”

“Please, you’re hurting me” The strong man you knew from work is gone. The man you loved is replaced by a scared dog. One that needed to be out of its misery.

“It’s ok, it’s over now” Pulling him closer with the grip on his hand, you readjust the key you still held and plunged it into his neck. His eyes go wide as his hand desperately tries to stop the spray of blood. You let go, watching as he falls to the floor in a panic. He paints his room red. One last picture before he gets to spend eternity with you.

[idy-ll-ique]

Paparazzi.

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x F!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Warnings: TOO META, m*sturbation, mentions of s*x

Requested: nope

Summary: I'm your biggest fan, I'll follow you until you love me... Y/N Y/L/N writes Marvel fanfictions. One day, Sebastian stumbles upon her account and, unable to help himself, reads all the stuff she has written about him. He didn't mean to fall so hard for her but he does. How can he not? She has shown him parts of himself that he never even knew existed.

Author's Note: Hiya peeps! Okay so a few weeks ago I read a similar (but dark) fanfic and I really wanted to write a softer version of it... Enjoy!

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Same old, boring routine.

Y/N hit post and slumped against the headrest of her bed, sighing. She waited; a minute, then two passed and she noticed that someone had liked her post. She smiled to herself as she kept her phone away. Though boring, she wouldn't trade her life for the world. Y/N… well, she was a university student first and foremost but she was also a writer.

Being a big fan of the Marvel Cinematic Universe, she had started writing fanfictions a few years ago. She posted them on Tumblr, where her blog, though not very well-known, stood out enough for her posts to get around 800-1000 likes per post. She loved it; she loved writing, she loved posting her stories and especially, she loved the feedback.

Sometimes people were rude, but most times, the reviews she got were fantastic. She read each and every one of them, smiling goofily as people freaked out over her fanfictions. It warmed her heart. A smile automatically blooming on her face, Y/N lay down on the bed and decided to go to sleep, it being almost 3 am.

Unbeknownst to her, someone else was up at the same time, tossing and turning in his bed, restless.

Sebastian sighed as he sat up, running a hand through his hair. He drank some water and lay down again, closing his eyes but it was like sleep was mad at him. Refused to be anywhere near him. He groaned to himself and picked up his phone from the nightstand, deciding to go through Instagram, hoping he'd finally fall asleep to the glare of the screen.

As he logged into his account, he skipped the activity page and went straight to the explore page. Bored, he continued scrolling until his eyes landed on a specific photo. And the breath escaped his lungs when he clicked on it; the woman in the picture was absolutely gorgeous. He just couldn't resist going to her page, smiling widely when he read her bio.

It gave him her basic information; her name, her age, the university she attended. But what caught his eye was the link below the bio. My Marvel Fanfictions Master List. Marvel fanfictions? She was a writer? Smirking, he clicked on the link and it took him to Tumblr. Of course, he'd heard of the site, but didn't have an account on there. At 3 am, his mind sure wasn't working right.

A post popped up on the screen, the same master list she had mentioned earlier. And his eyes bulged out of their sockets; damn, those are a lot of fanfictions. He went through the whole thing, smirking again when he noticed that she had written the most fanfictions about him. Not Bucky Barnes, no, Sebastian Stan.

He clicked on the first one. The date of posting was way back, in 2019. He started reading; nothing about it felt weird to him; he was intrigued, if anything. And as he continued reading, he couldn't help but imagine her being in the stead of the female protagonist. Her, the writer. The woman whose picture had made him end up reading in the first place.

When he finished the story, his heart thudded wildly in his chest. Wow, she really has a way with words. And he had also noticed how in the author's note, she used a lot of slang but reading the story had made him realize that she had an amazing, extensive vocabulary. He went back to the master list and clicked on the latest post under his name.

Posted: 15 minutes ago.

His breath hitched in his throat when he read the warnings: there was going to be sexual intercourse in this one. For one moment, he hesitated; did he really want to read this? "Oh fuck it," he huffed and scrolled, starting to read. The more he read, the more his shaft twitched in his pants. He wasn't really like that during… but oh damn, he wasn't complaining.

"Oh, Seb…"

His hand slid down and he rubbed himself through his boxers, unable to take his eyes off the text in front of him. His strokes got harder and faster as the sex got steamier. "Ungh, I'm gonna cum—" And he suddenly came in his boxers, groaning. Slumping down on the bed, he quickly finished reading the rest of it, going back to the master list.

He took a screenshot with the account's name in it and then went back to her Instagram account to take another screenshot. Keeping his phone away, he slipped out of his boxers, cleaned himself and pulled the covers on top of him, finally feeling tired enough to fall asleep.

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Y/N was walking across the campus of her university, going to the cafeteria when her phone buzzed in her pocket. Taking it out, she opened Tumblr to read the message someone had sent her just then.

his-username: Hi there! I was binging your account last night, you write really well

your-username: Omg thank you!!!! I really appreciate it, I love getting feedback! 🥺❤

his-username: You're welcome! Especially your latest post, that was really good ;)

your-username: hehe 😈 glad you liked it!

Smiling widely, she kept her phone away and continued walking, not knowing that the person who had texted her was the same man she had written about. Sebastian smiled to himself when he read her text. After getting up in the morning, the first thing he had done was install Tumblr on his phone. Then he made an account for himself.

Figuring out the app was easy; he found out that there was an option to keep your liked posts and the accounts you followed hidden, and selected it immediately. No one needed to know what he did on the app. Then he went back to her account, pressed the follow button and started binge-reading her fanfictions again. Last night had he read only two, and that had left him wanting more.

Funny how much things can change in a night. He liked and reblogged all her posts without a second thought; he even read all her Bucky Barnes posts. She understood his character so well, put him on what he thought was an undeserved pedestal while writing about him. Some of the stories were AUs, which he found out stood for Alternate Universes. Mostly mobster or mafia stuff.

He had the day off, and he spent the entire time cooped up in his apartment, on his bed, reading. The more he read, the more he started fawning over her, over the version of him that she put out to the world. Dominating, suave and just perfect. He loved it. At the end of the day, he decided to text her again, hoping she wouldn't think he was weird or find out the truth.

his-username: do you wanna be friends, maybe? I'm new to the app, don't really have any friends here ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

That was a lie, he knew Mark Ruffalo had an active Tumblr account. But it's not like he could tell him.

your-username: Yes sure!!!! I was also thinking of making some friends on this app lol

his-username: You don't have any on here? But you've been here for years, haven't you?

your-username: haha yeah, but I don't really reach out to people much. Sometimes people leave their feedbacks on my posts, text me but that's that

his-username: Ohhh

his-username: well, let's start with names. Mine's Sebastian

your-username: Really?????? omg that's so cool lmaooooooo (didn't think you were a boy but 😳👀)

his-username: Not a boy, I'm a man 😤😂

your-username: 🤣 im y/n, btw

his-username: Y/N, that's a nice name

your-username: thank you!!!! So, what do you do?

his-username: nothing really that interesting, I'm in theatre

your-username: theatre is nice! I'm studying at [university] in New York lmao

his-username: Wait you're in New York? So am I!

your-username: ASDFHKSHKGF that's awesome!!! also I noticed that you've been going through my account the whole day 😏 notifications upon notifications keeping my phone busy

his-username: Oopsie?

your-username: 😂😂 I really don't mind, it was great! Despite the amount of likes on my posts, I only have a few loyal followers lmao gaining one more felt nice

your-username: You a big fan of Sebastian Stan? Cuz I noticed that you were only reading his and Bucky's fics 👀

Sebastian's face heated up.

his-username: kinda yeah 🤷🏻‍♂️😁

your-username: Cool cool cool, I'm a big fan of his too!!!! also got a crush on him but whatever 😳

Sebastian smirked at his phone. A crush on him, huh? That… was acceptable. He suddenly felt his cocky side coming out; the one she described in nearly all her fanfictions.

his-username: wouldn't blame ya, I mean, look at him. You have also written the most fics about him and Bucky

your-username: right????? damn that man has raised my standards. Anyway, I gtg now, I have to finish a paper before midnight. ttyl!

his-username: Bye! 👋🏻

He kept his phone away and took in a deep breath. This was the most fun he had had in years, and he was not letting her go so easy. He realized he was quickly falling for her; rather unhealthy, but he couldn't help it. Look at her. She looks like a goddamn angel, writes like one, makes him feel like one, do you really expect him not to fall for her? That's insane.

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Months passed by like a breeze. Y/N and Sebastian had become very good friends, and he knew his way around words just enough to keep her from finding out his identity while not lying to her. Y/N also appreciated his friendship, because he was the one to whom she could rant about her most favorite man in the world— Sebastian Stan.

Sometimes, she thought about how weird of a coincidence it was that her new friend and the actor shared the same names, but then she used to brush it off; that was a common name, right? They talked for hours on end; Sebastian (her friend, not the actor) was extremely witty, smart and fun to talk to, she had to admit. Sebastian felt the same way.

His feelings had worsened. Y/N entirely owned his heart now. Somedays, he'd just go on Instagram, go to her account— her username memorized by him— and stare at her photos until he grew tired; he'd never get tired of looking at her beautiful face but his stiff body afterwards begged to differ. She was just so Elysian. He longed for the moment when he could meet her in real life.

His personality had also changed majorly, and people had caught on. Especially his Marvel co-stars, who knew him to be introverted, shy and, in Anthony Mackie's words, "boring". They were surprised at his sudden change in attitude; he knew his worth and Y/N had helped tremendously in finding it. Now, all those adjectives that she used in her fanfictions fit him perfectly.

Sebastian was never tempted to read fanfictions about himself from authors other than Y/N. No, he only loved her work. He was sure no one else could write as beautifully as she did, he was her #1 fan. Y/N even sent him funny Marvel memes she found on the app and he used to enjoy them heartily; God, the others have no idea what they're missing out on. Our fans are awesome.

Everything was going well.

Until one day.

Sebastian was getting bored at home, so he decided to go to the nearby library to clear his mind. He had read not one book in the past few months, hung up on Y/N's fanfictions. At this point, he was obsessed with her and he knew it. It was nothing dark, per se, it was— it was similar to how Y/N was attracted to Sebastian. How she was a fan of his work.

Just the same. He was a fan of her work in the same way. Just how she was attracted to him, he was attracted to her. Walking into the library that he visited often, he gave the librarian a smile and ventured further into the dark place. He checked his watch; the library closed at 12 am, it was currently 9:30 pm.

Not many people were around, heck, nobody was around. He thought himself to be all alone until he heard it. A sigh, coming from a few aisles away. He walked in that direction and peeked around the corner, freezing when he saw the other person. Y/N? Her books were strewn all across the table as she sat alone at the booth, rubbing her temples.

"You okay?"

She looked up and her breath caught in her throat. I'm dreaming. This is not real. Now I know for a fact that Sebastian Stan is not standing in front of me, asking me if I'm— "Hello?" He snapped his fingers in front of her face, pulling her out of her thoughts. "I, uh— I'm— h-hi," she stammered and he almost chuckled. "Hi." She gulped visibly and blinked at the table, not meeting his eyes.

"Can I have a seat?" He wants to sit with me?! "Y-Yes, sure, sir," she blurted out and he easily slid into the booth next to her. "Hey, please, call me Sebastian. What's your name?" He gave her a friendly smile, even though all he wanted to do was push her back into the booth and kiss her wildly. His shaft twitched just by thinking about it; Y/N was a thousand times more beautiful in person.

"I'm Y/N, it's very nice to meet you, I'm… I'm a fan," she admitted, playing with the ring she wore on her left thumb. I'm your fan too, sweetheart, the biggest one. "Y/N, nice name. You come here often? I haven't really seen you around." She shook her head. "Oh no no, I moved to this part of the city just a week ago, this is my first time here. The library is cozy," she shrugged, easing out of her tense position.

Sebastian nodded. "Yes, I know, this place is awesome. Got all my favorite books here," he chuckled and she smiled at him. "What's all this?" A groan left her lips. "Ugh, stupid university work. I have to write a book report but I don't even know what to write about." He smiled gently. "Well, I have a few favorite books, would you like some suggestions?"

"Oh, please! Tell me!"

He started listing some of his favorite works and Y/N noted the names down until he said the last name. At that, she froze. That's the name of my latest— She looked up but he had a smile on his face. "Oh, and the last one is by my favorite author." He took a pause. "Y/N Y/L/N." She froze completely, staring at the man with her jaw dropped.

Sebastian grinned. "We finally meet, Y/N, I've been waiting for months." Her mouth opened and closed several times as she recalled every interaction she had had with her online best friend— scratch that— her celebrity crush. All the times she had confessed her love for Sebastian Stan, all the dirty and inappropriate memes that she'd sent him…

Embarrassment flooded her entire body as she exhaled shakily. "It was you," she croaked out, "On Tumblr, the account— I'm so sorry—" Sebastian frowned in confusion when she blinked back sudden tears, a few still rolling down her cheeks as shame replaced embarrassment. "Y/N, please don't cry…" She looked up at him, his figure blurry due to her tears.

"You've read everything, haven't you? I just— I'm sorry, I don't want to make you uncomfortable—" He pulled her into his arms, hugging her tightly. Y/N couldn't hug back, though she appreciated the hug especially since it came from him. "You don't know how much you mean to me, doll," he mumbled into her shoulder, using the nickname she often used in the stories she wrote about him. He grew accustomed to it easily.

"Huh?"

He pulled away to wipe her tears. "It was an accident," he admitted, "But I stumbled onto your Instagram account from my explore page. Then I clicked on your account, saw that you wrote Marvel fanfictions and I just couldn't resist the urge to read what you had written. Blame it on 3 am me, to be honest. You're a great writer, and I was immediately drawn to your works. They're awesome.

"They've helped me so much in the past few months. You see this changed attitude that everyone's been talking about lately? All because of you, sweetheart. I'm sorry for keeping my identity secret, but after reading your works, I knew I had to get closer to you. I made the Tumblr account just for you, just so I could talk to you. I'm sorry for lying, but thank you."

Y/N dumbfoundedly stared at him for a few moments, her heart beat getting steady with each thump. Here was a man she admired, loved more than anyone else in the world, telling her that he harbored the same feelings for her. How crazy was that?! Not trusting her words, she simply pulled him into another hug. Sebastian wrapped his arms tight around her, pulling her flush against him.

"Can I kiss you, doll?"

She slowly pulled away from him and nodded, shyly biting her lip. Grinning at the endearing gesture, Sebastian cupped her face and leaned in, gently pressing his lips to hers. The kiss grew hungry in a matter of seconds, and Y/N responded just as eagerly. His hands slid down to her waist and tugged on it, pulling her on his lap. She straddled his thighs as they continued kissing.

"Fuck," he groaned when they finally pulled away from each other, out of breath and panting. "You see what you do to me, doll?" Sebastian spoke huskily as he took her hand, placing it right on top of the tent that was forming in his pants. "Oh," Y/N whimpered when she felt him, the sound going straight to his shaft. "How about I take you home and we recreate some of the scenes from your stories, hm?"

"O-Okay."

"Good girl."

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A/N: What a meta experience 🤡 Leave a like if you enjoyed, thanks for reading!

[reidsnose]

spilled coffee

overview: spencer mistakenly spills his coffee all over reader's stuff on a case, but it turns into a happy accident (based on this request)

genre: fluff :)

a/n: ok so i think this is so cute and ive been meaning to write something ab coffee art for so long im so hapoy i got sent this request! as always lmk what u guys think of it :)

masterlist

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you sat at a raggedy table, spitballing with the team in a run down police station in the absolute middle of nowhere. your notebook was open wide in front of you, the blank page taunting your inability to make a good assessment of this unsub.

"hey guys, i think i've got something," Spencer announced, walking into the room.

"thank God," you murmured under your breath.

he began walking over to the board, setting down his coffee next to you. except he accidentally bumped the corner of the table as he crossed the room, consequently knocking over his cup and spilling coffee all over your paper.

he gasped, profusely apologizing and you assured him that it was ok as you wiped it off as best you could, urging him to say what he came to say about the case.

you left your notebook out to dry and the next couple of days went by very quickly, and you nearly forgot about it. it wasn't until you were all packing up that Spencer handed it to you.

"im so sorry again, ill buy you a knew one." he offered.

"no its ok! it just has some character now!" you explained, thumbing through the pages, now stiff and various shades of brown, "mmm and it smells like coffee."

"i'm gonna find a way to make it up to you." he stated as the two of you walked out of the room.

the jet ride was going to be long, and everyone was schlumped, meaning it would be void of fun commentary and be even more long and unbearable.

you sighed, flipping through your stained notebook before getting to the exact page the coffee had been spilled onto. it might have been the lighting on the jet, or maybe the sleepiness on your eyes, but the longer you stared at the blob, the more it looked like a person.

a person you knew... someone with wavy hair that stuck up in all directions, someone who had a cute button nose, someone with kind eyes and a bright smile. someone with an iq of 187 and a particular interest in halloween and chocolate frosted donuts with sprinkles.

the coffee stain looked just like Spencer.

you rubbed your eyes a couple of times but nope, he was still there, in the coffee stain.

you couldn't help but think you were going a little crazy. you had liked him for quite some time, maybe you were just seeing him in everything now. maybe to everyone else it just looked like a coffee blob?

regardless, you took out your pen and started sketching. outlining his perfectly messy hair. and his defined jaw and cheek bones. and his puckered up, oval, kissable lips, curled up in a smile. and his little boop-able nose. and his off center tie.

you weren't sure how long you had been drawing, or how many times you had looked over at Reid to make sure you were getting him down correctly. and yes you were.

all the other times you had secretly sketched him it never turned out right. there was always something that made it like someone looks like Spencer. but never quite him.

until now.

because somehow, this spilled coffee sketch had perfectly captured his essence. maybe because he was the one that spilled it? maybe it had to be done together to look right?

whatever it was you just couldn't stop staring at the wonderful accident that you and him had created.

you looked up again to see him walking over and quickly flipped your notebook to the other side, trying hard to hide your drawing.

"hey," he smiled sitting down across from you.

"hey," you replied, voices low to avoid waking up the team.

"what were you drawing?" he asked innocently.

"oh..uh nothing," you denied quickly.

"oh come on you know how much i love your doodles, show me!"

"you've seen my doodles," you face palmed.

"yes! and i love them! especially the little flower chains you border your paper with sometimes," he giggled.

"well this one..it um didn't turn out right, you wont like it."

"i doubt that."

you sighed, giving into his pleading eyes, "here."

he flipped it over, eyes going wide and mouth hanging open, "WOAH!"

"shhh!! they're sleeping!" you whispered, pointing at the rest of the team.

"y/n! this is absolutely incredible! how did you- out of a coffee spill- and it looks so- wow. i-" he looked up at you, a huge smile stretching across his face, "i'm honored that you chose to draw me. thank you."

"you're welcome, i've tried to draw you before but i could never get it right until now," you admitted, feeling your cheeks heat up.

his eyes softened.

"nothing says Spencer Reid like spilled coffee," he joked, making you smile. "but how come you didn't add yourself?"

"what?" you chuckled.

"theres a second blob here. right next to me," he pointed.

"yeah but that just looks like... a blob."

"no! that looks exactly like you! look theres your hair, and your eyes, and even the height difference is right!" he explained excitedly, grabbing your pen, "may i?"

you nodded and watched him get to work, sticking his tongue out as he focused. his approach was much different then yours, he drew connected, long shaky lines, and even though it didn't match the style you drew him in it was still perfect. and it still looked just like you.

he finished up, adding his last touches before pushing the paper back towards you.

"spence, i love it!" you breathed, holding it up in-front of you as you felt your heart begin to swell. "look at us. Spencer and y/n"

"Spencer and y/n." he echoed, liking the way your name felt in his mouth.

you smiled, "we forgot to sign."

"oh, right," he stammered, taking the pen and signing at the bottom corner before passing it to you and watching you do the same.

"something is off," you frowned.

"no! i think we look good together." he countered, wondering if you would catch the hint.

"no.." you sighed, taking the paper and holding it close as you scrawled something else.

his heart sank. rejection. you were probably scribbling out his face. or drawing a line between the two of you. this was gonna hurt.

you dropped the notebook back in front of him with a happy sigh. he brought his eyes up, wishing you'd at least had the decency to not show him.

but when he looked he was surprised. pleasantly surprised.

a large heart floated above your heads in the picture.

he grinned at you, his heart making its way back up to his chest from inside his stomach.

"i think we look great together." you grinned back.

his fingers grazed yours on top of the table.

"i agree." he breathed, looking like the physical embodiment of heart eyes.

"hey lovebirds," morgan groaned, "i'm so happy for you but please shut up and let me sleep."

you two chuckled, both whispering an apology, grinning ear to ear.

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[basilly]

step 5: act normal . . . or not because you're stupid

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↬ pairing: georgenotfound x gn!reader

↬ genre: friends to lovers | fluff to angst to fluff

↬ summary: y/n always kept their hands busy to calm their nerves. but after an unfortunate misplacement of their fidget cube leads to george lending them a hand . . . quite literally

↬ warnings: swearing, light angst, slow burn, stupidity

↬ note: here is the beginning of the angst ;)) and btw dream is also friends with y/n :D like their a good friend to the dreamteam like bbh

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© basilly 2021. all rights reserved. do not copy, repost, or translate my work

friday. movie night.

'just act normal- maybe they just forgot. . . or even worse, remembered.'

george paced his room, unsure how to even go about this. dream, his best friend might have just ruined his life. how was he supposed to calmly go through this movie night as if dream hasn't ruined his entire usual routine?

he groaned, dropping his head into his hands. this was the absolute last thing that he wanted. it felt like something was eating at his insides.

'screw you dream.'

he only had. . .

"TWO HOURS?? that's not enough time- oh my god WHY does this happen to me?"

he had to pull himself together. you were going to come over and movies last about. . . one to three hours.

"i can't do this, i can't- i just. i can't."

he picked up his phone, opening up your icon in his messages.

'should i just cancel? or-'

he bit his lip, knowing this was a bad idea. the blood begun to seep through, salty on his tongue. frantically, he began to type, ready to make up some lame excuse.

george:

typing . . .

at that moment, a gray message bubble appeared on his screen.

y/n:

george! im excited to see you- i have something you may like and i really wanted to show you!

his heart dropped to his stomach. how was he supposed to cancel on you now? you were so excited, he could feel it radiating from the screen. his thumb pressed on the backspace button, no longer able to send the message.

george:

cool see you at 8 then?

y/n:

yup!

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"george! look what i found!" "ah- wow that's great y/n."

he felt absolutely horrible. you had walked in, all happily, snacks in hand. a large array of snacks he hadn't been able to find for weeks all for him and here he is unable to greet you properly. he shuffled awkwardly, letting you set down the snacks.

"you good george?" "hm?"

he finally looked up, making eye contact. your eyes swirled with concern. for once the air was awkward and you weren't sure what to do.

"yea i'm fine- just tired, that's all."

it was suspicious, george always slept for long hours and wasn't tired. you brushed it off, giving him the benefit of the doubt.

"alright, let's get this movie night started!"

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once settled in your spot on the couch, george stiffly sat down, a couple inches away from you.

odd.

the movie began to play, the screen brightness illuminating both of your faces in the dark. the sounds surrounded you, creating an immersed environment. per usual, you went and reached out your hand.

the moment your finger had touched his, george flinched hard.

"george??" "sorry you scared me- i was really into the movie."

he reluctantly placed his hands in yours. each little touch buzzed as you played with his hand, it felt like white fire onto his skin.

after a couple minutes, he got up. your only perched a silent eyebrow at him as he shoved his hands in his pockets.

"i uh- i have to go to the bathroom." "o-ok?"

he quickly dashed to the bathoom, locking the door before leaning against the sink. he dropped his head downwards as his arms propped up up, the cool white china contrasting his fiery hot hands. thoughts filled his head, ones that made him cringe, flinch, and want to bury himself into a hole.

they must be so uncomfortable right now. . . it probably looks like i'm forcing them to continue. y/n must not want to say anything to me either.

he felt as there was absolutely no doubt you were uncomfortable. here you were, with the knowledge he hates holding hands.

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you sat there, watching the movie go on. you couldn't even focus, all the colours on the screen blurring together. all your mind could think of is how absolutely odd george was acting.

a couple other thoughts stayed on the edge of your brain but were quickly brought into the mesh of it all.

did i make him uncomfortable? . . . dream did say that george hated holding hands- maybe i read the signs wrong. george probably hates this.

awkwardly shuffling around, you played with the hem of your jumper. in a split second decision, you reached for your bag, grabbing your back up fidget toy.

that was the first time in a while. the environment with the small clicks felt a little foreign to you now, you had forgotten how attached you got to using george's hands.

the bathroom door unlocked, revealing george. you turned away, seeming to be focused on the movie. before george sat down, his narrowed onto the clicking device in your hand.

they're using the fidget toy again. they're definitely uncomfortable, they haven't done that in months. good job george.

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the rest of the movie was eyes glued on the screen, too guilt ridden from both sides to even glance at one another. no commentary was made, no laughter, only silent reactions.

the credits rolled, creating an awkward tinge in the air. you broke the silence first.

"that was a good movie, don't you think?" "yea..."

you pulled out your phone, looking at the time. you felt the urge to leave, thus piecing together a good enough excuse. you get up and off the couch, george's eyes briefly following your figure.

"i'm going to head out, i have to get up early tomorrow. see you later?" "yea- do you want me to walk you out?" "no it's alright." "okay."

and with that, you walked out. you couldn't let him walk out, not when you felt tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.

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good job george. how are you going to fix this one?

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[astrochemstry]

Random Websites

This is a list of random websites i found out of boredom

I didnt put all of it since I got tired but ill update

https://theuselessweb.com

If you don't want to go through a list of random websites, this website will do it for you!

https://puginarug.com

Its a pug in a rug! It counts how long you’ve been on the site and you get titles like “master honorer of the pug”

https://neave.com

They have a couple of websites that are fun like strobe illusion!

https://imaninja.com

Find the ninja in a black screen.

http://drawing.garden

Move your mouse around the screen and grow a garden!

https://thezen.zone

Its a place where you can calm down using small activities like switches. You even get a timer for 1, 2 or 3 minutes!

http://www.partridgegetslucky.com

Partridge gets lucky. Lower your volume.

http://www.koalastothemax.com

Move your mouse and watch the circles turn into a koala!

https://longdogechallenge.com

Scroll down and get a lotta wows.

https://jacksonpollock.org

Move your mouse around and watch colors come out!

http://eelslap.com

Personally one of my favourites!! Slap a man with an eel or gently caress his face.

https://strobe.cool

Warning: flashing lights. Its like those black and white videos that hypnotize you but this one distorts your surroundings. I tried it and its cool!

https://smashthewalls.com

Hulk can go smash something else, its your turn now.

https://trypap.com

Passive Aggressive password machine. Watch it insult your password (don't worry, it wont take your password. You can even put random shit in it instead!)

https://thatsthefinger.com

Thats the finger. Works better on computers. Move your mouse up and thats the finger.

https://aidn.jp/wowa/480305195

Another favourite! *slaps roof of the car* This baby lets you draw something and make it dance. The link will lead you to one of my creations but there's a button you can click that will let you make your own!

https://inspirobot.me

What you get is either inspiring or really weird.

https://www.sheepfilms.co.uk/gifs

You get really bizarre gifs.

http://www.slightlyinteresting.com/lavalamp/lava.asp

Its a lava lamp!

https://www.dctech.com/physics/notes/0005.php

If you’re bored and want to read something, heres a website you should read. The link will lead you to part 1 of why you should run in the rain.

https://unicodesnowmanforyou.com

Its a unicode snowman for you!

https://www.handspeak.com/word/

This one is helpful, its an ASL (American Sign Language) dictionary!

http://www.hat.net/abs/noclick/index.html

It tells you to not go on but we know you wont do that.

http://5secondfilms.com

Its 5 second films. Its really entertaining.

https://www.worldbeardchampionships.com/photos/

Ever wondered who had really cool or long beards? Well heres a website for ya!

http://playing.hypernom.com/monkeys

I don't know how to describe this.

http://www.youareinaforest.com

You are in a forest. Go left or right?

https://findtheinvisiblecow.com

Warning: the sound gets loud at times so make sure to lower it down!

Find the invisible cow! Or goat! If you have enough points to get one.

https://what-if.xkcd.com/8/

“What if.. What if..” stop asking and start reading this website that answers hypothetical questions!

https://www.howmanypeopleareinspacerightnow.com

It tells you how many people are in space right now.

https://www.autodraw.com

Draw anything and find out what the bot will give you!

https://www.window-swap.com

This website lets you look out a window from somewhere else.

https://cat-bounce.com

Warning: if you click the button “Make it rain” the sound is really loud so make sure to lower it!

Watch cats bounce! Bouncy cats! Move them around! Cats!!

https://random-website.com

It generates a random website but you can click what kind of website you wanna see!

http://www.patience-is-a-virtue.org

Just be patient and wait for the site to load! Even for hours! (im not kidding).

https://zombo.com

A site that repeats “Zombo.com” again and again like they’re on a radio.

https://isitchristmas.com

Tells you if its christmas already

http://www.staggeringbeauty.com

WARNING: if you move the worm too fast, there will be flashing lights.

Move the little worm around, but not too fast! Please not too fast.

https://eyebleach.me/animated/

Saw something really really fucked up? Heres some bleach!

https://codepen.io/akm2/full/rHIsa

Click somewhere and watch the little circles move toward it.

https://xkcd.com

It has tons of comics of romance, math, sarcasm and more.

http://www.flashbynight.com

Theres a lot of websites there. Choose which one you wanna try!

https://pokemonshowdown.com

Don't have a pokemon game? Don't worry, heres a website where you can choose whatever pokemon is on your team!

http://weavesilk.com

Its an interactive website where you can see cool silk art when you draw something.

https://www.omfgdogs.com/#

Warning: Flashing lights and loud music- you know what to do.

Omfg dogs. Its dogs running!!

https://29a.ch/sandbox/2011/neonflames/#

Its a sandbox game. Pick a color and move it around-- you can even mix it with other colors!

http://hubski.com

A place with good ideas and where you can converse with other people about it!

https://www.internetlivestats.com

Stats of the internet

http://www.drivemeinsane.com

Drive someone insane! Play with the lights and signs and ITS REAL!! You can even send a message for the person to read! Its pretty laggy though.

https://zoomquilt.org

A picture zooms and you’re in another picture-- and repeat.

https://pointerpointer.com

Move your pointer around, and watch someone point at it.

http://papertoilet.com

A paper toilet. What will you do with it?

[alwaysahiccupandastrid]

How Bad is Sia’s “Music” really?

I watched it illegally (because there was no way I was paying for that bullshit) and found out. It’s not as bad as we thought... It’s worse.

TW for ableism, Sia, drugs, alcohol, just in general a terrible movie, meltdowns, blackface

Literally the first thing you hear while they’re showing the production companies is THOSE stereotypical noises. If you’ve seen the trailer, you’ll know what I mean.

And yes, she does this for the WHOLE fucking movie

What was the need to show her in her underwear? Maddie Ziegler was 14 when this was made, so what was the need??? And why did Sia prolong the scene by having her hitting herself?

Less than a minute in and my reaction was already “what the fuck is this shit?”

So the opening number not only had stereotypical exaggerated facial expression, it has Maddie in BLACKFACE?!? And with culturally appropriated hair?!?

The exaggerated facial expressions are literally constant and I took photos during the film to show it, more later, but I’ll keep mentioning it

ITS LITERALLY THE WHOLE FUCKING TIME SHE IS ON SCREEN

Even her way of walking is fucking offensive, Jesus Christ

The vocalisations just had me cringing so hard, I cannot describe how awful it made me feel

Why do all the neighbours need to be paid off and help her when she goes for a walk? I don’t-

Yes, by about the five minute mark I was already seriously debating all my life decisions. It was that bad.

Kate Hudson really didn’t give a fuck that her grandma died

I will keep saying it but WHY are the facial expressions/vocalisations CONSTANT?!! Literally they do not stop at all. I work with a child who is actually similar to this in that he’s nonverbal and he makes similar noises/faces, but the way they’re in this movie is so over-exaggerated?!? And even the kid I work with doesn’t do it 24/7?!?

Sia, calling your characters Zu and Music doesn’t make them interesting in the slightest. They’re still painfully terrible and one dimensional

Literally ONE minute after being left alone with her autistic sister, Zu calls the mental health service asking if they could “theoretically” “pick up” her sister?!? Like she wants to get rid of her already?!?

“A magical little girl” - autism isn’t a magical power?!? And Music is a young woman, not a little girl?!? Why are you infantilising her?!?

Okay I’m not being funny but this choreography is NOT hard. ANYONE can do it, so claiming that you needed to hire a dancer to be Music because of the numbers is literally bullshit (and even so, there are so many amazing autistic actors and dancers?!?)

20 minutes in and I wanted to give up

So she had her first meltdown because her hair didn’t get braided immediately and that’s... certainly interesting??

The fact that Leslie Odom’s character says “I’m going to crush you now”?!?

AND THEN HE FUCKING PICKS HER UP AND FULL-BODILY PINS HER DOWN ONTO THE FLOOR

“I’m crushing her with my love” - oh fuck you, just fuck you

So Sia lied, the restraint scenes were NOT removed and there was no warning. She’s a fucking POS liar

I have no idea why he’s called Ebo or why he has such a cliche African accent?!? I might have missed out on why because I was busy trying not to bang my head into the table while I watched this film but just... yikes

“He (his brother) liked to be held” - YEAH, HELD. NOT FUCKING CRUSHED

“He is dead now” - IM NOT FUCKING SURPRISED IF YOU CRUSHED HIM LIKE THAT

The constant babying and patronizing of the autistic character is so exhausting to watch. I’m so tired

“Planning on sending her to the people pound but I guess I’ll keep her a little longer” - SHE WAS JOKING BUT THAT WAS NOT EVEN REMOTELY A FUNNY JOKE. NOT EVEN IN AN AWKWARD WAY

STOP THE FACES IM-

^ YEAH, Sia, totally a fucking love letter to the autistic community here ^

So Zu finds this necklace she made as a kid that had a little dog on it, and she says to Music, “He had seizures too, just like you”... MELTDOWNS AND SEIZURES ARE NOT EVEN REMOTELY THE SAME FUCK THIS MOVIE-

It’s like Sia is trying to make the movie funny but it’s really not at all

Is Zu implying that Music is autistic because the mum was a junkie?!?

For real though, the dialogue in general is so fucking awful and cringey. Whoever wrote this should never be allowed to write again

Did she seriously leave her autistic sister alone to talk to who I’m presuming was her dealer or loan shark?!?

Also why is he - a white dude - wearing cornrows?!?

So who is the film really about? The autistic girl or the older sister saviour? I think we all know the answer to that one

WHY IS SHE WALKING AROUND WITH HER TEETH JUTTING OUT LIKE THAT ALL THE TIME

The musical numbers are literally so painful to watch. The overly bright colours, the flashing... my eyes were hurting and so was my brain

Autism representation aside for a second, the musical numbers/choreography are all fucking atrocious. Ditto for the costumes

LIKE WHAT THE FUCK WERE THE PINK OOMPA LOOMPA FRUIT THINGS?!? THEY LOOK LIKE THE PINK VERSIONS OF VIOLET BEAUREGARDE THE BLUEBERRY

I wanted to cry by this point, this movie is far more awful than I thought

“I’m not saying she doesn’t want to change, I’m saying she can’t” - FUCK YOU. Why is it okay for him to assume what she can or can’t do

Can I just say that autistic people aren’t constantly in a coked up wonderland state?!! We don’t see the world as a wonderland fantasy world 24/7?!!

“She can hear you from two rooms away” / *shows her listening through two brick walls to a conversation* — Also, we don’t have super fucking sonic hearing?? WE CANT HEAR THROUGH FUCKING BRICK WALLS?!?

“She can understand everything you’re saying to her” - she’s autistic not fucking deaf

Less than 45 minutes in, there’s another meltdown in the park

“I’m not climbing on top of a small screaming white girl in public” - yeah please fucking don’t

So Zu fucking pins her down with her weight 🤦‍♀️

“She doesn’t know who she’s hitting” - IM SORRY WHAT

EBO LITERALLY SAID “TREAT HER LIKE A BEAR” when talking her through the prone restraint, I fucking CANNOT

“Tell her she’s safe” - NOT IF YOU FUCKING RESTRAIN HER LIKE THAT SHE IS NOT

The fact that she gets up, smiling and happy after a meltdown and immediately is excited to get a snow cone... I can honestly say that after a meltdown, I am in no way happy or smiling. I am often not very verbal and I’m withdrawn/not myself for at least several hours, usually the rest of the day. Fuck this film

This film is literally just about Zu, and Music is there for a plot device to give her character development. That’s all she’s there for.

Love how Sia shoehorned Zu being suicidal in there. You know, just to try and make her more easy to sympathize with (it doesn’t work)

This film is literally just a 1 hour 47 minute Sia music video with ZERO plot

WHY WERE THEY WEARING PILLOW DIAPERS IN ONE NUMBER-

I really did not feel into the side plot with that guy who was fighting but it was still better than the actual movie so...

I am SO DONE with the NON STOP CONSTANT vocal shit. So tired.

LOJ’s only role in this film is to be the stereotypical wise black guy who assists a white woman’s story. There’s like hardly any other depth there

The Ebo/Zu romance is so fucking stupid and pointless and out of NOWHERE. I couldn’t even tell if they were into each other or not

I was already so bored of the musical numbers by this point. They added NOTHING to the plot but they pretended they did, and I was so over it. And it’s not because I’m not “creative enough” or anything to understand, I love musicals and I think it could have been cool if done right... but it wasn’t. They were a mess. It’s just bad.

Sia really tried to pretend her movie was deep but really it’s a shallow mess

So Zu is meeting rich drug clients and says to Music “try not to have one of your freak outs up there” and “if you could try to get it out now”... FUCKING YIKES. It’s not an on/off button, shut the fuck up

YEP THIS WAS THE SIA CAMEO FUCK THAT BITCH

The fact that she just calls “DRUG DEALER?!? DRUG DEALER IS THAT YOU”, fucking end this please-

I fucking hate this bitch I’m dead serious

“We’re gonna send them to Haiti cause there’s been an earthquake. All these buildings fell down, children’s bones were dislocated” - WHY WAS SHE SO CHEERFUL ABOUT IT

“Gonna buy a shit load of pain meds, gonna but them on my private plane” - FUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOU

“Pop stars without borders” - Sia thinks she’s so clever but I would give anything to punch her I swear-

ANOTHER MUSICAL NUMBER JUST STOP IM BEGGING YOU

There’s this awkward conversation/bit with Zu and her drug dealer/loanshark about his outfit that was clearly meant to be funny but was just flat and painful

Yep, Sia really showed Music eating chewing gum off the underside of a park bench. Of course.

Look, the kid I work with does similar stuff by putting literally anything and everything in his mouth but like... why would you put that in your movie?

And there’s no indication before this that Music puts everything and anything in her mouth, she just randomly decides to get on her knees, under the bench and eat chewing gum, like she calculates that it’s there and gets it???

She has a THIRD meltdown after an allergic reaction to a bee sting and her sister just yells at her before realizing... I’m not here for this movie, I feel like I drifted off and was not really there

So Zu got angry because she left the drugs at the park but she’s not that upset that her sister had an allergic reaction???

Zu gets absolutely drunk because a) she lost Sia’s drugs and b) she’s stressed out by her autistic sister... wow, great message, Sia!

She really fucked off and left her sister alone to go clubbing/on a bender

The less said about the musical number here the better

Sia’s movie also checks the box of having stereotypical Asian parents, specifically stereotypical Asian dad being harsh/angry and hitting his wife!

ALSO HE PUSHED AND KILLED HIS SON WTF IS HAPPENING

Less than 3 minutes after the last, there’s a musical number that I think was about this side character going to heaven... another shitty Sia-esque number

The patterns during the number made my brain hurt.

Also there are so many autistic actors who can also dance, and yet Sia chose the neurotypical one because ✨ N E P O T I S M ✨

I just want to know how it was deemed necessary to show the fact the autistic character peed/wet herself? I mean... ??? It’s just so undignified and not at all necessary to the plot. Nothing happens after that, it just moves onto the next scene and it didn’t do anything

“I have no one” - 1) YOUR FUCKING SISTER. 2) GEE I FUCKING WONDER WHY, couldn’t be that you’re a shitty human being?!?

There’s a scene where Music is walking and she does ALL the stereotypical behaviours at once... just YIKES

Zu somehow stopped another meltdown just by grabbing Music by the shoulders and sitting her down???

Aaand yep. Another shitty musical number

Zu really goes to put her sister in a fucking facility and claims it’ll be “better for her” - BULLSHIT. Better for Zu, maybe, not Music.

Ah yes - the girl who the characters have said has problems with routines being changed/change in general... you’re now going to fuck up her routine by dumping her in a facility. Perfect Plan.

The nonverbal autistic girl suddenly speaking to say “don’t go” - you can just predict it from the off, can’t you?

Love that as soon as Music starts talking, Zu is like “fuck it, I’ll keep her!”

Zu really went and crashed Ebo’s brothers wedding... in a fucking bralette... YIKES

“I almost gave Music away” - SHE IS NOT A DOG YOU DONT GIVE PEOPLE AWAY

“We should sing a song” - PLEASE DO FUCKING NOT

Also that kiss/romance montage between Zu and Ebo was the CRINGIEST fucking shit ever

This movie seems to be implying that Music has locked in syndrome or something, like she’s locked in her own head or whatever it’s called, and I just... *sigh*

Oh and now Music magically fucking sings in a room FULL of strangers... this is literally embarrassing, please let this end

I mean it, this movie was fucking painful to watch on ever level

She got a service dog puppy which... okay?

Oh look, it’s the only decent song on the soundtrack but with an absolutely shitty over-stimulatory music video with the credits!

I can only name 5 characters in this film. Maybe 7 at a push, but even then I would be guessing

AND YEP SHE THANKED AUTISM SPEAKS OVER THE CREDITS. FUCK YOU SIA 🖕🏻

Let me reiterate: this is a movie about a neurotypical former drug addict whose character development comes from the autistic character, from having an autistic sister she has to take care of. I’m so tired.

We are NOT plot devices or tools for character development. Not once does anyone in this film treat Music like a human being - she’s treated as a burden, a problem, and then like a pet that they decide to keep. Not once is the film focused on how she is feeling - it’s always about Zu or Ebo. The performance itself was so over exaggerated and it made me want to cry when I watched it because this is how the world sees us, and this movie will make it ten times worse. It’s stuff like this that made me think “I don’t want to be labelled as autistic because people will think I’m a certain way”, that made me wait so long before going to the GP to get a referral.

As I said, poor autistic representation aside, the movie is just so appallingly bad. It truly is one of the worst films I’ve watched. If you’re going to watch it, please don’t - or, if you want to because you want to see how bad it is/to raise awareness/critical posts, at least do it illegally. Do not give Sia your money.

[kinkmaster3000]

oh wow if you can do more character a and character b things that'd be so cool!! maybe with an office setting, some secretary spread? >:9 im down for anything tho I'm still sad that other imagines blog is on hiatus :,(

This ask has been in my inbox for like two fucking years, very sorry to whichever beautiful person sent it 🙏 I mixed the genders up a bit just for funsies but they’re pretty much interchangeable with whoever you want to be in that role.

- A tends to be a comfort eater, and it’s been a very stressful day at work. He takes his lunch break and finds himself eating in the breakroom alone. He clears out everything he brought in about 5 minutes, and opens the fridge to get his drink, only to be tantalized by everyone else’s meals. He goes on a messy binge, devouring everything in record time and getting crumbs and condiments on his expensive button-down shirt. By the time he’s finished, the fridge and cabinets are completely empty and his shirt buttons are digging into his flesh. He feels too heavy and lethargic to move, and sits there in a daze. As the stupor clears, not only does he feel incredibly guilty about eating everyone’s food, but he remembers that he has a video conference in 15 minutes with some very important clients. The problem is, he cannot stop hiccupping and burping, so this would be a disaster. As he’s freaking out about his situation, his cute secretary, B, walks in to get a cup of coffee. He tries to apologize, feeling awful about eating her lunch, but she just smiles at him sympathetically, knowing the stress he’s been under. She just gives him a firm pat on the belly (bringing up a sizable burp) and goes off to call the clients and reschedule his meeting.

-Same as the one above, except character B is A’s client instead of his secretary. Even though B could be getting a better deal somewhere else, he continues to do business with A’s company because he finds A to be very attractive and likes dealing with him. He also happens to be a feeder. He’s excited for the video conference with A, and doubly so when he sees A miserably trying to stifle hiccups. He even awkwardly shifts his eyes downwards at one point, hoping to catch a glimpse of A’s stomach, before remembering that it’s a video call. A is looking increasingly more anxious by the minute, as he continues to hiccup and burp very softly behind his hand as he explains the figures, while B is just getting more and more giddy. Eventually, the tension in his stomach gets to be too much, and he can’t hold in a guttural belch that clips the microphone a bit. He’s mortified, apologizing profusely and trying to make an excuse to continue the meeting later, but B insists, lying and saying that he doesn’t fully understand the pricing yet. A reluctantly continues talking, accidentally burping a few more times, before he realizes that B doesn’t care at all. In fact, he seems very pleased. A begins letting out closed-mouth burps in-between sentences, regaining a bit more of his confidence with each bit of pressure that is eased out. B gives him a better offer than he began with, and (almost too) enthusiastically asks him to “talk about it over lunch” next week. A is thrilled about making a good sale, and has no clue about B’s devious intentions.

-A, a classy, serious woman who is in upper-level management at a prominent company, gets terrible indigestion from anything with even the smallest amount of spice. The problem is, she loves spicy food, the hotter the better. One day, during lunch, her bubbly, motor-mouth assistant manager, B, insists on the two of them going out to eat at a restaurant she just has to try. A reluctantly agrees to leave her work because B won’t take no for an answer). When they get there, she perks up a bit when she sees Phaal curry on the menu. It’s deliciously flavorful, and also packed with habanero peppers. She’s in heaven as she eats it, and then hell 10 minutes later as her chest starts to burn intensely and her stomach starts to roil. She tries to hide how bad she feels from B to maintain her image, but long, queasy belches that burn her throat start to come up involuntarily on the ride back. Her stomach is gurgling like thunder the entire time. She even has to pull to the side at one point and let the concerned and unusually quiet B, who is a notoriously bad driver, commandeer her precious BMW on the way back because she can’t focus at all on the road. A is completely undone, groaning, hiccupping and belching with increasing length and violence as they work their way back to the office

She manages to hold everything in as B ushers her up the stairs (wanting to avoid seeing someone else in the elevator), until she gets back to her private office. She’s horribly embarrassed and gives B a rare apology, saying that this often happens to her and she shouldn’t have gotten the curry knowing that. But before B can even reply, A’s notoriously strict higher-up gives them a call, wanting to speak with the two of them about some important matters. They know better than to decline the call.

The more they talk, the less A is maintaining. She’s having trouble keeping up with the conversation, and the pressure in her belly is becoming unbearable. Unable to take it anymore, she turns away from the machine and risks letting out a soft burp, but it keeps going and becomes loud and gravelly, tearing up her throat as it comes out. The entire room goes quiet, but before she can start apologizing profusely, B does it for her, taking the blame and saying that she ate too much at lunch. Desperate to save face, A scolds her and has her leave the room, apologizing on “her behalf” when the higher-up is displeased at her “unprofessionalism”.

After the call thankfully wraps up with no more outbursts, she rushes to find B, who is sitting at her desk and filling out paperwork, somewhat sullen. A apologizes for her actions, thanking B and saying she didn’t know what else to do. B simply stands up and knocks A harshly on the back, dislodging an even larger belch before. She asks if A “got it all out” and A just nods, a bit sheepishly. “That’s good and all, but I’m never letting you order spicy stuff ever again.”

- A and B are both receptionists for the same company, and work at the same desk answering calls. The two of them are close, and A has a bit of a crush on B, but she has a boyfriend and A is very shy, soft-spoken and dorky. B is kind of a glutton, which A thinks is adorable, and A loves to cook, which B thinks is adorable. So everyday, A brings B Tupperware of increasing sizes filled with delectable homemade meals. B can’t get enough of A’s cooking, and A can’t get enough of watching B chew and swallow and sighs in satisfaction. He finds himself listening very closely for little burps and hiccups, and when she wears blouses that are tight or sheer, he has a hard time keeping his eyes off of her belly. They do this every shift for a couple months, and B starts to get a bit of a stomach pooch. It drives A wild, but one day, B comes in looking distraught, and won’t talk to A. When she refuses his lunch, he presses her on what’s wrong, and she says that her boyfriend made an unsavory comment on her weight as she was getting ready that morning, blaming A for always pushing so much food onto her. A is hurt but apologizes, saying that it wasn’t his intention but that he thinks that she looks amazing with the extra pounds. B is touched and accepts A’s food, enjoying it as always, and finally starting to see him as maybe more than just a friend.

[dionnaea]

Promises

pairing: kenny ackerman x reader (platonic), slight levi x reader

warnings: angst, character death, mild swearing

wc: 4.4k

a/n: so, so sorry this took so long!! i decided to combine these two requests and change them up a little, so i hope that’s okay! i’m really proud of this piece, so i hope you all enjoy it, too. xx

side note: technically this is a sequel to my other fic Pot Meet Kettle but it’s not entirely necessary to read that first.

requests:

Your writing’s so good I’m cryin’... Also, I’d LOVE to see what you have in mind for Kenny and Reader’s background! 👀 Were they both underground? was Reader already in the Corps when they met?? did she learn how to punch creeps from Kenny?? Plus I’m very curious about what he meant by her fixing broken hearts!

could you do a part 2 to the pot meet kettle levi fic? i really loved it and i think it would be cool if you could write a part 2 based off the kenny vs levi scene in season 3? like maybe kenny sees the reader and he's like good to see you again and levi is like mf what idk im not creative :(( sorry if this isn't enough

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After Rod Reiss had been taken down, the scouts were sent to search the ruined fields for survivors. It was unlikely that any were left, but Erwin was adamant that no soldier would be left behind. You respected him for that, and went on your way to do your job. 

As you wandered, you ran into a returning scout, someone you didn’t know the name of but were sure had been paired with the Captain for this mission. His head was down as he walked, like there was something he had seen that he shouldn’t have, and your mind began to fill with worries for Levi. Had something happened? 

Making your steps slightly heavier in the grass so that he would notice you, the man finally looked up, quickly saluting to his superior. You brushed him off, instead getting down to business. 

“Where’s Captain Levi, cadet?” 

The man’s eyes darted away from your own before he answered. “Taking care of something, I think.”

You raised an eyebrow in suspicion at the soldier’s weary tone. “Oh? And what is he taking care of, might I ask?” Everything about this seemed peculiar, and you weren’t having it. 

“I don’t know. Something… personal.” When he finally met your gaze, he relented, sacrificing the Captain’s privacy for his own sake, too scared to see what your reaction would be if he kept playing coy. “He’s that way, by the big oak tree,” he stated, pointing in the direction he came. 

You squinted, making out the shadow of the tree in the setting sun. You dismissed the cadet, and quickly made your way towards Levi, his body becoming clearer as you approached. Once you were a reasonable distance away, you called out, but were met with silence. As your worry grew, you moved faster, only stopping when you realized what was going on. 

Levi was kneeling, his body covering the person in front of him. It didn’t matter, you’d recognize those spurs anywhere. 

“Kenny?” The name was uttered in disbelief, and as you stepped around Levi, your eyes grew wide with fear. “Kenny!” 

Immediately, you jumped into action, your scout training taking hold of your body as you knelt by your friend. Your hands hovered over his burnt and bloodied body, not knowing where to start but ignoring the possibility that it was too late. “How… How do I help you? I-I don’t know what to do.” Your eyes were tearing up, and your breathing was getting ragged as you struggled to find some solution. “Please, Kenny, tell me how to help!” 

“Kitten…” His voice was rough as he spoke, his usual tones of confidence and charisma gone. You met his half-closed eyes with your wet ones, begging for him to give you some answer, some, any sort of reassurance that things would be alright. 

“Please,” you pleaded. You had never sounded this pitiful in your life, but you didn’t care, and as his shaking hand grabbed your own, a sob wracked your body. “Kenny, please. Please stay.” You couldn’t help, you knew that, but you hoped for once in his life he would listen to you. 

His eyes began to shut, and his voice fell to a whisper as he said, “Stay safe, kitten.” With a barely there squeeze of your hand, his body went limp, his hand dropping from your grasp.  

You stared in silence, shock overtaking you for a moment. But then, all you felt was anger. “No. No! You promised!” You were yelling at this point, fist reaching out to bang on Kenny’s chest in retaliation. A strong grip on your wrist stopped you, but you weren’t done. As if he could read your mind, Levi wrapped his free arm around your waist, pulling you back from the now dead man. You were screeching obscenities at both Kenny and Levi as you struggled to break free. Soon, your screams turned into sobs, and as you fell limp into Levi’s arms, you let out one last whimper, a last cry for help. “You promised.”

Later that night, as you pulled a camisole over your head, a knock sounded on your quarters’ door. Truthfully, you had absolutely no desire to talk to anyone. You had had a long day, you had just changed into your pajamas, and you weren’t in the mood to join your fellow soldiers in celebration. Still, you pulled the door open a few inches, hoping it would be someone you could easily send away. To your surprise, Levi stood outside dressed in plain clothes and hair wet from what you presumed was a shower. Even more surprising was the newly formed bruise on his cheekbone. The reddish-purple mark stood out against his normally flawless skin, and you found yourself staring, only Levi’s sharp voice bringing you back to reality. 

“You did that, you know,” he commented with a blank face. 

“What?” You opened the door a bit more, furrowing your eyebrows in confusion. “What do you mean?” 

His left eyebrow cocked up just barely. “When you went berserk earlier. Before I managed to snag both of your wrists,” he explained. He reached up a hand to brush against his cheek. “Damn, you hit hard.” 

You weren’t sure, but the tone in the man’s voice made you think that maybe, just maybe, he was trying to cheer you up. Against your will, the corners of your mouth turned up the slightest bit. “Did you expect anything less?” You quipped, wondering what his answer might be. 

“No.” He shrugged. “Just surprised it took you this long to punch me in the face.” 

At that, you let out a laugh. It was true, the man had managed to push every single one of your buttons during his time with the Scouting Regiment. The two of you were in constant conflict, arguments over the smallest things popping up out of nowhere. At some point, Erwin had decided that Mike would be the babysitter of you two, keeping you both in line during training and even more so during squad leader meetings. You started to smile at the memory, but when you remembered that Mike, like so many of the others you loved, was dead, your expression fell. 

Moving your eyes to stare down at the uneven floorboards, you spoke quietly, but sincerely, “I’m sorry.” 

Levi knew you weren’t just apologizing for hitting him but for everything, and as he studied your face, he made a decision. “Do you want some tea? I keep a special brand in my room.” It was the only thing he had to offer, and both you and him knew it. 

You froze as you tried to figure out the best course of action. Follow the Captain to his room or mope around alone until you cry yourself to sleep? In the end, it was an easy choice. Still, your heart stuttered in your chest while you gained your composure. You took a breath before responding, “Um, sure.” 

There was a beat of silence, as if the two of you were readying yourself to take on some new, mysterious foe. And in a way, you supposed, you were. About a month after Levi had joined the scouts, there had been an… incident of sorts. It wasn’t disastrous or anything like that, but Erwin had quickly ruled that the two of you weren’t allowed to be in the same room together without someone else present. A wise decision on his part, if you were being completely honest, and something that Levi nor you argued with in the slightest. But now, years later, it seemed both of you were ready to break that rule, Levi making the first move as he turned on his heel and waited to see if you would follow. 

Out of all of the scouts, you were known to be the most stealthy. Mike was usually the only one who could sense you were coming, claiming you had a distinctly pleasant smell that his nose had no problem picking up on. One time, he had even claimed that you were the best smelling person in the Survey Corps, and you couldn’t help but swell with pride. Hange had whispered to you later that evening that that was his way of flirting, but you never took her seriously. You weren’t interested in dating anyways. No one had ever really caught your eye minus one man, but you always said it was more of a fascination than a crush. 

Even your ODM gear seemed to be quieter than the rest, and you once managed to spook even the Commander when you landed on the same tree branch as him without him knowing. You naturally existed silently and sneakily so when Levi picked up on the sound of your sock-clad feet shuffling behind him, the pit of concern in his stomach grew. 

Reaching his quarters, he unlocked the door wordlessly, holding it open so that you could enter first. Your eyes widened as you took in the space. First of all, it was much bigger than your room. While you only had a bedroom and bathroom to yourself like the other squad leaders, Levi had a small living area with a couch, small coffee table, and even a desk. There were papers neatly stacked on top of it, and the rest of the area was just as orderly, his tea kettle sitting in the exact center of the coffee table. Only when you sat down on the couch did you see the small fireplace he had. It was just big enough to fit a tea kettle over it, and that’s what Levi proceeded to do. 

You let out a low whistle, capturing the man’s attention. “Wow. When did you get so important?” You asked, motioning lazily about the room with your hand. 

Levi scoffed and placed a hand casually on his hip. “Erwin gave it to me when he moved into the Commander’s quarters. Reward for the highest kill count or something like that.” His voice was so nonchalant that for a moment, you didn’t realize that he was insulting you. No, you thought, it was more of a tease than an insult. 

Now it was your turn to scoff, well aware that your fellow Captain was just trying to get a reaction out of you. Levi watched as you rolled your eyes playfully, firelight glinting off of your irises. Had they always been such a pretty color? 

The whistle of the kettle broke him out of his reverie, and he swiftly turned back to take it off of the heat. When he brought it back to the table, he was pleasantly surprised that you had already prepared the teacups, him only having to pour the water in and wait for it to steep. Hesitantly, he moved around the table to take a seat next to you, wondering when the two of you were ever this close. The events of the day popped into his head, and he did his best to ignore the fact that the thing he remembered the most about it was you being in his arms. Still, a question had been lingering in his mind, and he figured now was the best time to ask it. 

“Y/N,” he started, and you looked over with wide eyes at the use of your first name. You honestly weren’t aware that he even knew you had a first name. “Can I ask you a question?” You knew what was coming, but you forced yourself to nod anyways, giving him silent permission to know your secrets. “How do you know Kenny Ackerman?” 

It was a loaded question, and you let out a breath as you tried to figure out the best way to tell the story without getting either you or Kenny into trouble. Even the secrets of a dead man needed to be protected sometimes. Despite it all occurring years ago, the government’s threat towards you regarding the release of information hung heavily in your mind. Both you and Levi would be in danger if you revealed too much. He could swear himself to secrecy, and you would trust him, but the risk would never be worth the reward. You fiddled with your fingers in your lap, worrying your lip as you thought of how to start to explain. 

“Well,” you bit the inside of your cheek, gathering your nerves before continuing, “About a year and a half before you joined the scouts, I got myself into a bit of trouble.” He raised an eyebrow in surprise as you were widely thought to be the most well behaved and well intentioned scout there was. He thought he was the only person who could get you riled up, your scoldings from the other squad leaders and the Commander always leading back to him. You sent him a small grin. “I wasn’t always the goody two shoes I am now, Levi.” 

“Anyways, it became kind of a big deal in the Capital, and a lot of higher-ups were calling for my head.” You let out a light chuckle. “Imagine just turning 19 and having almost every MP looking for you. Scary stuff.”

“Wait.” Levi held up a hand to stop you before you could continue. The story had just started, but he was already having trouble believing that this was the truth. If not for the darkness that rested just behind your eyes, he would’ve called bullshit as soon as you said your first sentence. “What exactly did you do?” 

You looked away from the intensity of his gaze for a moment, an internal debate raging on inside your head. With a sigh, you relented. “I… I can’t tell you everything, but let’s just say it had to do with a certain Premier and confidential papers being stolen from his office.” Levi’s eyes grew wide, and you took that as a sign to continue. “No one knows except Commander Erwin, but I spent most of my teenage years in the Underground. I was born within Wall Sina, so I had papers to be up top, but I much preferred being below gro—”

“Why?” Levi was quick to cut you off, his expression hard and tone almost offended.

“My parents owned land in Wall Sina, and when they died, they left none of it to me, so folk got the idea in their head that I was a problem child. I wasn’t wanted there, so I left.” You shrugged, and Levi’s face softened. “I admit, the Underground wasn’t easy, but I was quick on my feet and smart for my age. I survived and I survived by myself. Help wasn’t something I wanted, but when you’re suddenly being chased by the royal government, it becomes something you need. That’s how I found Kenny, and it’s why I owe him my life.” 

It had been a week since you had completed your assignment, already turning in the materials to the man who had hired you and returning back to your comfortable life underground. All had seemed to go swimmingly, and your confidence had grown tenfold. The feeling of being unstoppable was addictive, and you craved the sensation of that feeling again. You let your thoughts drift to what you could accomplish next, but sudden screams quickly snapped you out of your daydream. Straightening in your chair, you peeked out of the window of the tavern you currently resided in. Fear grew in your chest at what you saw.

Standing right outside were five MP’s, fully equipped with ODM gear and holding up a wanted poster with a poorly drawn sketch of your face on it. It was clear that they were asking for your whereabouts, and you were thankful to see that every person was shaking their heads to say no, they had no idea. Even with the solidarity of your fellow Underground citizens, you knew you had to get out of there and away from the sharp swords that hung off of the men’s waists. Before you could move, though, two of the men entered the bar, their eyes sweeping over the patrons. 

Right before their eyes could meet your frightened ones, your world was encased in darkness, the only light you could see coming from below you. You blinked, trying to understand what exactly just happened, but soon realized that a large hat had been placed over your head. Carefully, you lifted the brim so that you could see, and were met with the piercing silver stare of a man a good amount of years older than you. Apparently your confusion showed on your face because he quickly pushed the hat back down so that it shaded your features. 

He spoke in a quiet voice, only letting you be privy to whatever information he was about to share. “I’d keep that on if I were you, kitten. Don’t want the MP’s seeing your face, now do we?” You didn’t dare speak, but quickly shook your head, showing him you were listening and following instructions. “Good,” he dragged out the vowel, and the table shook as he placed his leg onto the table. Were those cowboy boots and spurs? You were pretty sure people only wore those in stories. “Now,” he stated, “We’re just gonna have a nice, pleasant conversation. Lots of giggles, ya hear me?” You nodded, the hat moving up and down your forehead. 

As the man started spewing nonsense, you did your best to play along, laughing like he said to and keeping your face covered as best you could. You could hear the MP’s getting closer to your table over the man’s rowdy voice, and the hand gripping your drink began to shake in fear. Smoothly, the man took your hand in his, making some weird comment about how soft it was. You frowned. Your hands weren’t soft at all. What was with this guy? 

The realization of what his plan was smacked you in the face, and you let out light giggles in response, putting on your most fake voice as you thanked him for the compliment. The things you were saying to each other became sickly sweet, so much so that you almost laughed at one point. As the soldiers approached your table, the mysterious man leaned in close, his alcoholic breath fanning over your face. Calmly, he swept the hat off of your head and placed it so that it covered both of your faces from the men who were now only a couple of feet away. 

A swift kick from under the table spurred you into action, and you let out a girlish moan followed by an exaggerated giggle. He followed suit, making a comment about how nice your lips were. If it were any other situation, you would punch this man in the face, but for right now, you’d listen to every command he gave you. From behind the hat you heard one of the MP’s mumble about ‘couples these days’ with a gagging noise coming from the other. With one last lovesick comment from the man in front of you, the MP’s retreated, leaving the tavern with muttered curses leaving their lips. 

Your savior leaned back into his chair, a smirk adoring his features as he placed his hat back on his head. For a moment, you both just stared at each other, you in shock and him in some state of glee. You decided to speak first. 

“Who are you?” 

“The name’s Kenny.” He kicked his other leg up on the table with a thwack! as the spur hit the cracked wood. The silence grew again, but this time you were at a loss for words. Sure, his name was Kenny, but was that all he was going to say? Apparently not, but when he spoke up again, it was entirely unhelpful. “That was fun, wasn’t it?”

You frowned, unamused. “Maybe for you. I should punch you for some of the things you said. Strange men shouldn’t talk to unassuming ladies like that.” Your tone was laced with a bit of sarcasm, and he guffawed.

“I don’t think fugitives from the crown can be considered ladies,” he shot back, and you huffed. His face grew serious. “I’ve been watching you for a while, kitten.”

You raised your eyebrows at the nickname. “It’s Y/N, and, uh, what?” Once again, this man completely took you by surprise. 

He shrugged. “You may not know it yourself, kitten, but you’re well known down here in the Underground. A mysterious girl who arrives without a sound, stealing from the above-grounders and sharing the wealth with the rest of us? You’re practically a legend; some people don’t even believe you’re real, but those that do would protect you with their life.”

This was all news to you. Yes, those were things that you did, but people recognized you for it? You furrowed your eyebrows and blinked quickly as you tried to puzzle the situation out. “I…” You struggled for words.

Kenny held up a hand. “It’s true whether you believe it or not… But, it seems that you’ve bitten off a little more than you can chew this time, my friend. Stealing from the Premier? Tsk, tsk.” His tone was more playful than condescending, and you gave him a weary grin. 

You sighed and finally relaxed back into your own chair, studying the man’s face. It showed his experience rather than his age, and you wondered just exactly who he was. Taking a chance, you pried for more information. You hated being in the dark. “So, you didn’t answer my question. Who are you?” 

His smile grew at your curiosity, crooked teeth appearing under chapped lips. “Someone who can help you. If you want it, that is. It seems clear you like to work on your own.” There was a challenge laced into his words, and you wondered what the right decision was. On one hand, getting involved with someone else, someone else you knew nothing about at that, was a dangerous game. On the other, you were in trouble and you needed all the help you could get. 

Taking a chance, you slowly nodded. “Okay. What do you have in mind?” 

He explained his plan. The MP’s didn’t know your name, so it would be easy to get above ground using your old Wall Sina papers. After you expressed your concern and with a chuckle, he dismissed their drawing of you, stating that once you got above ground and cleaned up, you would be unrecognizable from your old self. Then, with his next words, you lost your confidence in his plan. 

“You want me… to join the Survey Corps?” You shook your head in disbelief. “Uh, no way. That’s right under the government’s noses!” 

He brushed you off. “Eh, not really. The government already dislikes the Corps. They’re not gonna care who’s in it; they figure you’ll all die soon enough.” At that, you gave him a very blank stare, and he just laughed, stealing a swig from your mug. “You’ll be fine. You don’t seem like the dying type.”

It was true, you had escaped the jaws of death on multiple occasions, but you weren’t in the business of actively riding towards your demise. That seemed plain idiotic to you, and you made that known. “This isn’t a joke. It’s my life on the line,” you countered.

With a swift movement, his legs were off of the table and his body was leaning in towards yours, the weight on his elbows making the table creak. His eyes turned dark, levelling your gaze. “It’s your life either way. Would you rather die by the hands of the Military Police after they’ve done God-knows-what to you? Or would you rather die on your own terms, possibly fighting for Humanity’s freedom?” 

It was a good question, a fair question, and one you immediately knew the answer to. You sucked in a breath as you resigned yourself to your new fate. “So, how do we do this?” 

With another grin, Kenny explained the rest of his plan. It really wasn’t a bad idea, and you were grateful for the help. But still uncertainty settled in your stomach.

The day you were to join the Corps, Kenny had told you he would meet you before you left. You hadn’t seen him in about a week, and in that time, you had completely changed yourself, moving up top, getting a haircut, and finally wearing clean, untorn clothes. It was weird and different, but a part of you enjoyed it. This was a new start, you had chosen to believe.

“Kitten!” You turned towards the easily recognizable voice with a roll of your eyes, but the playful smile that toyed with your lips gave away your true feelings. “Give me a spin!” He requested, and when you did, he let out a loud whistle. “Damn, you really look like you belong up here.”

You raised your eyebrows with a grin. “That’s the point, right?” 

“Precisely, my friend, precisely.” Slinging an arm over your shoulders, he began to walk with you towards where the ferry would pick you up. His pace was slow, obviously not in a rush to say goodbye, and you felt the same. Somehow, the two of you had grown close over the past month. Even with all of the secrets you both kept from each other, there was an air of freedom when you were in the other’s presence. No lies, no false personalities, just friendship. 

It was refreshing, to say the least.

For once, you both were quiet as you walked. The weight of the future hung over both of you, pressing your mouths shut. He managed to speak first, his voice cracking for the first time since you met him and giving away his true emotions. 

“Stay safe, kitten.” The words were serious, and something in him couldn’t stand to let that be the last thing he said. “You’ll kick those Titans’ asses.” 

Normally, you’d laugh, or at least smile, at his cheesy jokes. Instead, you stopped walking and turned until you both faced each other, looking up to meet his eyes. With a swallow, you asked something of him that you knew was unfair, was selfish, was wrong. Yet, you still asked, knowing Kenny wouldn’t hold it against you. 

“Promise me you won’t die before me.” 

His eyes softened in understanding, crinkles forming around their edges as he gave you the most gentle of smiles. He knew what you needed to hear, knew it would be a lie, knew you’d hate him for it. But, he said it anyway.

“I promise.”