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love-note-musings · 8 months ago

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˙✧˖°📷 ⋆｡˚꩜ toby x reader // creepypasta oneshot

request: HelloI May i request a oneshot where toby pins the reader against a wall and maybe threatens her but she lowkey can't focus BC she's thinking how pretty he is? The reader has a love hate relationship with him. Sorry if it's confusing.

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As the last costumer of the day left, your shoulders dropped as the tension ebbed out of your body, dropping the “customer service smile” you had plastered on for the last couple of hours. A lengthy sigh left your mouth and you shook out the tired feeling from your muscles and with a swift lock of the doors, you began your nightly routine of cleaning for close.

Working the night shift wasn’t so bad, you had thought, it was generally pretty uninteresting, living in a small town and all, the clientele were the same, jobs were casual, it wasn’t that horrible. Having worked at this quaint restaurant for a couple of years, you knew the ins-and-outs pretty well and you operated most of the tasks you needed to on autopilot. However, the job was one thing, and daily living was another. Of course the pay was less than what you needed to live on realistically, what with housing, insurance, and feeding yourself. You still didn’t mind the nightshift, you found it rather relaxing.

Wiping down tables, sweeping floors and mopping, cleaning out cappuccino machines, all of it went by as fewer cars passed on the road. You could hear the breeze start of as a small gust here and there until it picked up into a violent wind that rattled the building. Soon, you figured it would begin storming, with big raindrops pelting down and you surely wanted to be in your own home underneath thick blankets before then.

Unlocking the back entrance, you began dragging the heavy trash-bags out in the back of the parking lot, the last thing you’d need to complete before heading home for the day. You could feel how the cold nipped at your skin and willed your legs to go faster.

The city was always quiet, it was still except for the symphonies trees played nearby in the forest, clanging against each other from the wind. There were stories of course, about people going in and never coming back, but there were lots of people who did come back, more so than the latter, so the locals knew it as folktales. In reality, it was just another ordinary small town, with small-towned people, small-towned restaurants, and small-towned ideas. Forest or not, it was also another small-town ideal.

Swinging the bag into the bin, you closed it with a sharp bang just as the back door to the restaurant flew with a clang. The weather was worsening overhead with dark clouds hiding the moon and the wind was threatening to take you away with it. Your feet carried you back inside as fast as they could, one pounding after another. //

// He crashed into the back door with a thud as his legs gave out, one arm trying to hoist himself up and another trying to stop his wound from exuding any more blood. It wasn’t anything he couldn’t handle, but the exhaustion was creeping up his body, the lights had looked like crystallized diamonds hanging off of his eyelids, and he stumbled into them with reckless abandon before collapsing on tiled floor… somewhere. Vision swimming, legs crumpled underneath him, he sat there, body trembling and nauseated, trying to grasp onto his abdomen in an attempt to convince his body to let him back up, to keep moving. It wasn’t even that bad of a wound despite its length, it wasn’t anything he couldn’t work with, but there he was, slipping on himself in the back of some beat-up building. The lights slightly flickered every few seconds, the buzzing of electrical appliances seemingly rang through his ears in tenfold, there was nothing in his stomach but his body forced him to empty it anyway, spilling out nothing onto the black and white tiles besides the gagging noises coming from him. He couldn’t stop the movement from racking his body once again as he dragged himself forward.

There was a scream, a crash maybe, all he saw was a figure with their arms raised high, ready to pounce on him, everything else was foggy besides the lights. Big, bright lights. Groggily, he looked up with lidded eyes, mouth slightly agape, nostrils flaring, trying to allow more oxygen into his lungs. He yelled at his brain to move faster and to process the situation, finding nothing once again but some static sound that filled it. Their mouth moved, and the sound flowed back into his ears, slowly, and then all at once.

“I said—“ they cleared their throat “do you need me to call the authorities?” There was an umbrella raised threateningly in their hands, knuckles already turned white. It looked like their breath was caught in their throat and their body shaked. He slowly registered the information piece-by-piece, stringing together some semblance of thought.

Slowly, he forced his head to move side to side, shaking ‘no’.

“Are you hurt?” They asked authoritatively, despite the tremble in their knees.

Again, another rather slow nod, another no. Hurt was subjective, after all.

Sighing, they lowered the umbrella just a little more to their side. “What do you need? Are you in trouble?”

He ended up coughing violently, his head was spinning and he was mentally whacked. “b.. bath- can I use your b..athroom.”

They stood off to the side and pointed towards it, watching his movements as he tried to force himself to stand upright. He managed to get up to his knees before crashing over again.

“I’m going to help move you there, okay?” they said as they set the umbrella down against the wall and moved closer towards him. He nodded once and they hooked an arm underneath his and guided him to the bathroom.

They turned on the light inside, indicated him to ‘be careful’ and that ‘there was a first aid kit under the sink’, before leaving him alone with a soft close of the door.

Toby gazed at himself in the mirror, bracing his weight against the sink before shakily turning the knob and splashing himself with cool water. How many days had it been since he had first left? He couldn’t even recall how long he’d been out, but it was long enough for his body to put the brake lights on his activities and start naming demands. And one of the demands was water. He earnestly started to drink the water from the faucet, cupping his hand and bringing it up to his lips over and over again.//

// Meanwhile, an exasperated worker decided to flick back on the lights to the dining room and begin preparing a small meal to share with the guy who just stumbled into their restaurant. They didn’t really know what his deal was, nor did they care to know, they just wanted to give him something to eat before sending him back out into the storm. If he wouldn’t talk then maybe he’d eat and be able to go back home or something like that. Whatever the case was, it wasn’t your responsibility to know, but you’d also be damned for not trying to help him out just a little bit.

It took awhile, but the bathroom door finally clicked open and close again. Toby stumbled along the hallway and followed the light into the dining room. There were bandages wrapped around his abdomen and minor scratches on his legs and arms. His body was exhausted and his mind was more or less alert.

“Hey,” when you saw him feebly inch his way, you quickly went over and offered a hand, to which he shaked it off. Regardless, you told him where he could sit in the dining room, a little booth by the kitchen door, and watched to make sure he settled himself well. You made a note of how determined he was despite his body practically shutting down, and he hadn’t tried to stop himself yet. Even as he fell into the booth, you watched as his body relaxed and his eyes stayed vigilant, always looking this way and that, carefully observing. It was fascinating. But again, it wasn’t your business.

You placed a plate in front of him with leftover food from the fridge and a pastry you had been saving to take home. “You have a drink preference? I can get you water.” He shook his head and you got him a glass of water anyway, of which he eyed a bit oddly, sipping little by little. When he saw the food, however, you noticed that he immediately went for the pastry.

He was…strange, at the very least, that’s what you gathered as you watched him from the kitchen picking at his food and glancing around every couple minutes to double and triple check his surroundings. If you had to admit to yourself, you just wanted to go home, and by now it was raining, evident by the sound of raindrops pattering onto the rooftop. You were tired too, having worked all day, cleaning up and waiting on people, and now doing it all over again for a second time. Thankfully tomorrow you’d have a day off.

When he drank all of the water in the glass, you went over to refill it. “My name’s Y/n, what’s yours?” You asked with as much normalcy as possible, hand settling on your waist as you stepped back to watch his expression.

“Toby.” He muttered, before eating more and ignoring you.

“It’s nice to meet you, Toby.”

Sometime while you were re-cleaning the kitchen, you heard the bells on the door open with a clamor and close. Shrugging, you supposed he would have left, and you didn’t expect anything more from him. But now that you were thinking about it, it was kind of weird for someone to stumble in from the back of the building, but lots of things happened out in the forest. People go out with their friends, some people like hunting deer, who knows? Some kid could have just gotten mixed up with the wrong people and left out there. You don’t consider it much, but you sealed it away in the back of your mind as a little note for later as you left the restaurant and headed home. Personally, you had never experienced anything bad out there. //

// It became more common for ‘Toby’ to show up after closing hours. Every few days or so, he’d show up looking tired and miserable, he’d ask to use your bathroom and then lug himself out to the dining room while you gave him the leftovers. You didn’t push him to talk about himself and settled for short conversations about the weather, or asking if he needed you to call anyone this week. Whenever you asked if he needed anything, he’d say no and continue eating solemnly, playing with his food and acting almost disinterested with it.

“What’s your favorite food?” You asked while chewing a piece of bread from the pantry.

Toby shrugged, “I don’t really have one.”

“There has to be something that you like at least? Can’t you think of something? I can try to make sure we keep some of it here.”

He pondered for a moment, putting his fork down. You never questioned his sudden movements or verbal outbursts at all, figuring it’d be best not to pester him with questions since he obviously couldn’t control it, other people probably bothered him enough. Toby answered you quietly, “I liked that pastry you first gave me, I..I don’t remember when that was.”

“Hmm.. okay. I can get it for you next time.”

And the next time you did, and the time after that, until you were sure that he was sick of it every time you served it to him. But he never said anything and accepted it without a word.

Perhaps you could say that the two of you had come to a mutual understanding, maybe a friendship, and you wouldn’t admit it to yourself that you looked forward to your short and awkward meetings. You didn’t know much about each other, but you felt comfortable despite his out-of-the-normal appearance and habits. It was non-judge mental, as far as anyone else was concerned, nothing happened here after-hours anyway.

You found yourself tracing his facial features in your mind, promising them to memory and making mock-paintings in your mind. He had pretty eyelashes, his skin was pale and light, he had deep scarring on the side of his mouth, that’s why you assumed he wore the mask in public, you couldn’t be sure though, and you could be less sure about the googles attached to his jeans. The only thing is that you’d wish he’d eat more since it was obvious his health wasn’t the greatest. Whenever you saw him, he was almost always exhausted and almost ready to pass out. Although, besides the first time you met, you didn’t see him with any more wounds, so you supposed it was just some off-handed accident and nothing intentional.

Yeah, you politely admitted to yourself that you were quite fond of your new and odd friend. Perhaps attracted, whatever attraction meant. You found him nice to be around. And maybe, just maybe, you wanted him to feel the same. It had been a long time since you’ve had a proper friend. . .

Rock songs played from the radio atop the refrigerator, melodies soft and sweet, they played from collections of the classics and you loved it. During your shifts you’d lose yourself in the tune, pretending that you existed inside music videos and getting lost in a world where the waiters and waitresses were the main characters. You had asked Toby a while ago if he liked the station you left the radio on, hoping it was to his tastes. He had replied affirmatively, and you had kept the radio on that station every time he visited.

“Come on, get up.” you instructed, coming around the bar and onto the dining room floor.

“What?” He asked, nonetheless getting up from the barstool and following you along.

“You like this song, I like this song, let’s dance.”

“But I don’t know how—“ Toby insisted as you took his hands anyway.

You scoffed with a fool’s smile, “Neither do I.”

At first you dragged him along around the dining room floor, navigating between the tables and chairs, tapping to the beat. He was awkward and didn’t know how to move his legs, flinging this way and that, but eventually he fell into your pattern and moved along. You both laughed, rocking your bodies to the beat hand in hand. Swaying left and right and once or twice trying spin each other. At one point, Toby almost toppled over into a couple of chairs, but you grabbed on tight to his hands and didn’t let go. A silly little smile spread across your faces and the two of you turned giggly as a new song started playing and the dance continued.

It was true—the two of you really didn’t know how to dance, and if anyone were to look into the windows they’d see two people who were wildly uncoordinated. You felt like you owned the world and that your body was perfectly aligned to the songs, you saw Toby and how he finally looked relaxed, mouthing along to the lyrics and shaking his arms around freely with his eyes closed. When you started screaming out the lyrics yourself, belting out notes pitches too high or low, he didn’t hesitate in joining you, resulting in one grand cacophonous harmony.

When Toby left later that night, it hit him in the face. Realization, fear, all of those types of things that crept up his back and settled into the crock of his neck before lodging itself into thought. That feeling, it settled inside of him and wouldn’t leave, it overwhelmed him and gnawed away at his stomach lining. Toby was never still, and it was more apparent now as the anxiety rose up his cheeks. He gulped, drank from the water bottle you had given him, slipped his hatchets into his belt loops and disappeared back into the forest. He always left his hatchets hidden behind your restaurant whenever he visited you. Just so you’d never see them with all the dents and stains that’d scare you away and leave him alone again. Toby really hated being alone sometimes.

And Toby also knew who he was. It was evident by those same stains. It haunted him. He would never be able to sleep without seeing all of the things he’s witnessed, that he’s done. While knowing who you also were, he knew that you wouldn’t need him, that you’d need to help other people that got lost at night, who just need a helping hand. He’d hope you’d be able to help a lot more people than just him. You’d need to forget him, or at least you would, eventually. //

// The night was quieter than normal. There was no radio playing, there were no cars passing by on the road, and there was no rain or wind, clear skies all day and all night. In short, it was boring. You were propped up by your elbow as you leaned over the bar countertop, idly skimming through the contents in some magazine left here by another customer. Only one customer remained, a pleasant old man who stopped by during the weekdays to watch the news on the television here. With a yawn and a tip, he left too, and you weren’t bothered to immediately lock the door after his departure. It had been a slow day.

He was behind the restaurant, hunched behind some garbage cans and waiting to hear the last car pull out from the parking lot. Everything was still and he was seeing the place for the first time with orange-tinted lenses. He shook and shivered, bones rattling, and he couldn’t stop his arms from jerking even as he held himself together tighter. The last customer was gone. Now he just had to wait for you to come outside. Rocking back and forth to calm himself, he toyed with the fraying strings on the edge of his sleeves, occupying his mind and trying to distract himself from the bloodstains forming on his shirt and pants, not to mention the uncleaned hatchets that hung by his side. It wasn’t until a rather loud clang that he was snapped out of his trance.

Shooting up from his hiding spot, he made his way over to you without even a trickle of a sound.

All of a sudden you were shoved back towards the building, the air was knocked out of your chest from the force and you stumbled back. Toby had one hand blocking your exit, and another raised high above your head with a hatchet threatening to crack your skull open.

He stared at you, questioning himself, looking at you and then the hatchet and then you - you were terrified, and trembling, and god he wanted to disappear right at that moment, to drop everything and cling onto you. And he knew it wasn’t going to happen, but still his arms wobbled and there was a hitch in his throat. One hand slowly went to his mouth to stop the whimperings from escaping and the other slowly lowered his weapon until it fell onto the pavement.

How could he be so stupid? He caved for the niceties, any inking of kindness and he instantly folded his hand. It wasn’t the terror in your eyes that had stopped him, it was just you. The way it felt to be so close again, how his body responded by going weak, he wanted to stay like that for a long time, he wanted to stay by you for as long as you’d let him. But he couldn’t do that, could he? Trust is a delicate thing. He knew that lesson well.

You stood there with your back pressed painfully against the wall, your heart was beating frantically against your chest, your muscles were tense, your eyes were glued on Toby as he lost his resolve and crumbled down onto the ground in a heap with his head in his hands. Sobs wracked his body up and down and he heaved. Kneeling down next to him, you grabbed the hatchet and threw it as far as you could, considering for a moment if you should comfort him or not before placing a hand tentatively on his back, rubbing circles once he responded to your touch. The goggles on his face were fogging up, and you carefully found the clasp underneath a topple of tangled brown hair, letting it fall onto the ground as you wiped the tears falling down his cheeks with your hand and slipped off his facial mask.

His eyes did not meet yours, leaning over and making himself seem small. He sobbed until there were no more tears left, and even then his chest just heaved wildly as he struggled to find an even breathing pace. Kneeling closer, you wrapped your arms tighter around him, embracing, whispering in a soothing voice.

Toby wrapped his arms around your waist, slowly at first before completely enveloping you, resting his head into your lap. You felt nice, and comfortable, safe. He hung onto you for dear life.

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originally posted on quotev/citrusyfruits, reposted with permission

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ateez-himari · 3 months ago

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ICE ON MY TEETH; SCENES

SOLO SCENES

• A feline smile adorns blood stained lips as the young woman drags sharp claw-shaped nails along the target's jugular prior to stealing the iced chain hidden under his shirt. Gracefully descending from the wooden desk she was previously crouching on, the maknae slides the necklace between deft fingers prior to bending down to the man's level - patting his head reassuringly only to make a slicing motion across her own throat when standing upright to face the group's subordinates.

• The young woman slowly begins slipping a white robe from her shoulders whilst stepping into a large pool filled with red colored water with her back to the frame, only to stop rather quickly to look back at the camera. Letting out a sting of smoke from the corner of her mouth she swiftly slashes the lens with silver claw rings and as it falls she leans down to look at it - before fully shattering it with a whiskey glass.

• Standing in the middle of their subordinates as they destroy furniture only to toss it out of the window when it is found useless, amongst the shattered wood however the light refracts off of something small - causing the maknae to stop the men with one snap of her fingers. Picking up a rolled up parchment around which a golden ring adorned with diamonds has been placed she grins, satisfied, and walks away while taking a long drag from a cigarette before haphazardly throwing it at the now broken appliances - effectively setting fire to the rubble.

.......

COUPLE CHOREOGRAPHY

씹어 먹어버려 바로, yeah, like this. 초콜릿 같아, hit that booty. 흔들어

• Gliding a hand across his broad back the young woman saunters over to stand in front of the rapper as he places a hand on her waist, the two moving their hips in sync with one another until the whispered; "흔들어" - where Mingi turns his girlfriend's head to the side to brush his lips on her neck while his touch slides down to her backside. [He has changed this slightly across stages as at times he will simply bring their lips inches apart and whisper them command]

#ateez au #ateez imagines #ateez 9th member #ateez extra member #ateez female member #kpop oc

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erinwantstowrite · 7 months ago

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Would you ever... create like... LOF au oneshots....? Like, one chapter lengths stuff for things that you were thinking of putting in but didn't, or doing like a "Peter if he was younger, meeting the bats" or "what if Bruce was his dad, not Dink?"

i have been collecting scenes that ended up not being in LoF... Like, some scenes that were in a different POV before they got changed (there's a Tim POV that got scrapped and ended up as Peter's instead, this is the hardware store scene), scenes that ended up not being in it at all (Peter and Dick were going to have dinner with Donna, but it wasn't coming out right when I tried writing it) etc.

I do like the idea of doing drabbles for LoF like I do for Home too, or maybe even writing someone else's POV of a scene that I did put in LoF, or writing things that the others were doing on certain days, etc.

though there are some things that i might end up putting in a different au instead of scrapping it all together. like this scene:

[ Peter is holding a fridge. Somehow, this is both a cause for alarm and also not at all what the problem really is.

See, Peter woke up this morning with the goal of going around and logging Gotham’s map so he could input it into the Jumping Radar. Peter really wants to avoid going back to the library, and doesn’t feel like testing his chances at a new library just yet. However, that plan ended up on the back burner sooner rather than later.

There’s this little old lady on Bourbank Avenue, a little close to Benny’s, that Peter says hello to when he sees. Her name is Margerie, and usually outside tending to her rickety garden. “Poison Ivy is more gentle with people who care about the plants.” She had told him, and taught Peter her ways of tending to beans, beets, carrots, and spinach.

Well, Peter said hello to her today. Stopped by to chat while she taught him about how to tell when a tomato is at its best. And that’s when he heard about her fridge.

“I’ve had it so long, it’s no wonder it gave out on me,” She had said.

“How long has it been?”

“Well, Benji was still alive…”

“Who?”

“My son.” Margerie had smiled. “He was the one who’d remember that kind of thing.”

And, well, jeez. Peter’s not a monster. He went looking for a damn fridge.

However, he didn’t have the money for a fridge. So what he could do was find where Margerie’s hired worker dumped the fridge, fix it, and find some way to bring it back without anyone noticing he’s a skinny 14 year old who shouldn’t be able to do that. This endeavour led him all the way to a dumpster, where it turns out he can’t save the fridge after all.

But there was an appliance store in the Diamond District that Peter had passed by. And wouldn’t you know it, he found a fridge outside in their dumpster that was able to be salvaged. It’s perfectly clean, too, just sitting there brand new and with a faulty ice box that no one wanted to work around.

So.

Peter is holding a fridge.

That’s somehow both a cause for alarm, and not the problem.

Cause of alarm- he dropped it on his foot when a group of people ran behind the appliance store, and he almost shrieked in pain and alerted them that he was behind the now dropped fridge. He heard the crack in his foot and felt it and prayed, but no- broken.

Peter pushes the fridge off of his foot, yanks the broken thing back, and gently drops the fridge back into place. He’s far enough against a chain link fence to be hidden very well, thankfully, and none of the people who ran back here had seen him. (Yet?) He presses his back against the chain link, biting his lip and pressing his thumb on the injury. It’s not that bad, he can already feel the healing itch. But it’s enough that with only a couple meals in him, that it’ll take longer than Peter would like for it to get back to normal.

“Fuck! Scatter! Why’re y’followin’ me, y’idiots!?”

The real problem: not the broken foot.

“This was tha only place ta run!” Another shouts back. “Fuck! This is bad!”

“No shit! Y’fuckin’ moron- y’led a Bat right to us!” A third hisses.

Peter peeks around the fridge in time to see the third guy grabbing the second by the collar, slamming him up against a wall with a thud.

hello! hey, watch? look it look it look it

Whatever scuffle was about to happen is quieted. Peter glances upwards, but he doesn’t see what he knows is there, in plain daylight. There’s a presence on the roof of the appliance store, but where? Peter should be able to see them, but…

there there there!

He doesn’t get to focus on the presence that’s there. Instead, his eyes are starting to adjust to the fact that- hold on-

Peter glances up. Gotham is usually cloudy and grey, but… there’s nothing blocking that light of a stormy early morning. And yet, everything in the area is growing darker and darker. Peter’s skin crawls, a tingle that settles down his spine and tries to make up for the increasing lack of light. The group of teens start to panic, looking for a way out that isn’t possible in this dead end.

Darkness encompasses the area. Peter takes short, silent breaths. His ears twitch with every movement from the teens, every whisper of panic. Their heartbeats are erratic, and it’s like they already know which Bat this is. There’s seven heartbeats, panicked, trying to escape…

And one that is calm. There’s a breath and the scuffle of a foot from the rooftop.

Peter closes his eyes even though it’s already dark. His spider-sense is making up for what he can’t see, a mental map of the area created in his head. He feels the air move around him, and listens as the Bat takes each of them out one by one.

The thuds of one companion freak out another. “Scotty?”

But then he’s out too. Peter hears two more meet the same fate, knocked out cold on the concrete. He opens his eyes as the Bat approaches the last of them, just in time for the shadows to recede back to where they should be.

Signal stands over the last, now unconscious guy.

The Bat hasn’t broken a sweat. He almost looks bored when he starts ziptieing the gang, complaining aloud, “Y’all couldn’t have waited until tomorrow to cause trouble?”

Whoa.

Peter had seen Signal doing his thing a couple times when he was out and about, but never this up close. That…

That was fucking awesome.

He heard the guy was a meta, and he didn’t know what to believe about that, but seriously? That was like some Shadow-jutsu shit- wait, could he do that? No, wait, because now Peter can see Signal again. He was fucking invisible! And he’s acting like it was nothing! ]

I really really really really really wanted this scene, but it never made it past the rough draft :( that's because it didn't make sense with the rest of the chapter (i can not remember which chapter it was for, but it was definitely before Two Face). I've been thinking about putting it in a deleted scenes for LoF fic, but I think I might take it and put it in a different au.

(The only consolation I have for this scene not making it in is that Signal gets to have a cool scene later)

#erinwantstowrite #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #leap of faith ao3 #leap of faith catch me if you can #leap of faith #peter parker #duke thomas #writing #drabbles #deleted scenes #thank you for the ask!

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baka-bakeneko · 2 years ago

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Bad Things - Miguel O'Hara

Miguel O'Hara x gn! Reader (afab biology)

tags: Black Cat (sorta) reader, canon-Miguel aggression, choking, fighting/canon-typical violence, hint to cnc, predator/prey, teasing, cute aggression, establishing dominance, dry-humping, brat behavior, oral (reader/miguel), doggy-style, animal-like aggression, creampie

part two here

word count: 4.68k

synopsis: You find yourself on Miguel O'Hara's canon divergence radar.

a/n: honestly, someone buy me a drink rn. someone sedate me, pls

Fuck a canon event.

Seriously.

You couldn't care anymore about a canon event than you did your next steal. So there was no way you were ever on any Spidey's good side.

Every Spider you encountered were none too pleased with your wry wit and quick-footing, making their job a little more difficult than usual. Unlike the many unhinged villains they encountered, you were both sane and a downright asshole.

Who cared about the balance of good and evil when there was so much fun in watching chaos? Everyday being the same was boring, sometimes the drama made it worth while.

After a successful heist stealing a jeweler parlor, you made your way back to your apartment to inspect your earnings.

Diamonds, while a girl's best friend, were nothing compared to sapphires and rubies. Gold was nothing compared to the most polished of silvers.

Slipping into your apartment window, you were greeted by one of your strays. A white kitten darted across your bare hardwood floor to the kitchen, stopping in front of the fridge and rubbing against the appliance.

"Aww, pretty kitty," you swooned, scooping up the frail feline and throwing open the fridge door. "Milk is bad for us. But a little won't hurt, right?"

You scanned your barren fridge for the nighttime snack of choice; when you found it, you grabbed the glass bottle then shut the door with your hip.

You weren't expecting the imposing Spider hidden behind the door. His presence didn't even peak your senses, his scent almost undetectable.

Tilting your head at him, you furrowed your brows. Definitely not like the other Spideys you've interacted with before. His mask was laced in bright rubinous inlay, his suit emitting a dull glow like a screen.

Your stray reared in your hold at the stranger, hissing even as you turned them away from the person's stance. Ignoring them, you climbed onto the counter with your kitten and grabbed a bowl from the sink.

Eyes still on the person in the dark corner of your apartment, you poured a bowl of milk for your stray then pet down its back.

You hummed softly at it, scritching behind its ears while you worked up a purr. When you were satisfied with petting, you returned the bottle to the fridge and came face-to-face with the Spider again.

"You know, you Spideys usually start with a--" you were cut off by the Spider's large hand gripping your throat and slamming you into the fridge door.

You blinked pointedly, your eyesight going dizzy in the moment before narrowing your gaze at them. Your stray hissed again, hopping from the counter and scrambling under the bed.

"Straight to the point then," you said, tilting your chin up to lengthen your throat. "No spiel? No Spidey-backstory?"

"Do they do that often?" the Spider spoke, he spoke, monotonous and strong. "Give you a story?"

You rolled your eyes dramatically, taking the gentle ease of his hand to breathe. "Most of them do. Gives me enough time to get away."

The Spider tsked, his fingers flexing at your throat. "Weak."

You smiled deviantly. "My thoughts exactly."

You brought your knee up swiftly, attempting to bludgeon the Spider's crotch; he stepped back and avoided your blow, then pressed his body to yours as his hold on your neck tightened.

"Gatito malo," the Spider chastised against your nose. "Should've been caught a long time ago."

You melted an inch, your purr returning by the utterance. Your brow quirked, leaning in to try and examine the Spider's face from under his mask.

"If only they were efficient like you," you offered, gasping in a breath from his palm flattening your windpipe.

"Flattery will get you nowhere," Spider-Man noted with a scoff.

Your hands now went for his at your throat, attempting to pry him off with your claw-adorned gloves.

"I thought Spiders had a code," you squeaked out with a wiggle, trying to gain leverage from this man.

Your knees suddenly braced his waist, feeling the heat rush over your body.

"I'm not like the others..." he began, before you felt a sharp pinch on the side of your throat.

A puncture through your skin made you wince, baring your kitten fangs in pain.

"I do whatever it takes," Spider-Man grit out, tightening his hold on your neck further.

You hardened under his hold, your knees now squeezing at his waist to gain more leverage from him.

"You're telling me," you feigned a swoon, shutting your eyes to meter your breathing through pursed lips.

"You don't mess with canon events, gatito." He flexed his hold. His other hand was gripped onto your fridge, his claws sinking into the sturdy appliance like an opening a can.

Surprising yourself, you reached out for the Spider's face, clawing at his mask and taking the moment to wriggle from his hold. You sank down to the floor, ducked between the hero's sturdy legs to crawl away.

The hero recovered from your fake-out and turned to reach after your ankle. He grabbed you, pulling you across the linoleum as your claws scratched the floor.

You turned onto your back and kicked in the direction of his face once, twice before the Spider grabbed at your extended thigh.

You straightened up, using your core to pull yourself up. Your knees rested at his shoulders, his claws tearing into your dark jeans attempting to pry you off of him.

You squeezed your thighs at the man's throat, making him tilt his chin up as the moonlight pooled through your kitchen window.

His hair caught onto the night light, his eyes dark and beaming in the shadows of your apartment. You reached your hands out to grab at his hair, but the Spider grabbed onto your hips and threw you off of him.

Catching yourself on your feet, you skidded over the kitchen island and knocked over your stray's milk bowl. Ducking behind the island, you scrambled to search your pockets for a gadget to use in the moment.

"Nice try, gatito," the Spider called out, cracking his neck as he walked over to the island. "But there's no weaseling out of this one."

You waited a moment, thought of moving away from him but couldn't find a reasonable option. Instead, you flinched when he slammed his hands down on the countertop.

Glancing up, you met his eyes glinting a blood crimson. He lurched at you, making you scurry away and kick your shoes off. You rushed back to your window, ready to jump out and make your escape.

The Spider caught your ankle again and dragged you across the floor, earning a few more kicks at his chest and stomach. You flinched when he closed his legs over yours, took your hands in his.

He stretched you out under him, listening to your heart threshing wildly in your chest. The Spider leaned in and sniffed tentatively at the back of your ear when you turned your head in disgust.

The fear that rushed through you in that instant made his cock swell. He grit his teeth at the feeling, pulling back in an instant. You waited for your punishment in the form of striking, batting away your face in hopes he wouldn't break your nose.

Instead, you felt the sudden levity of the Spider gone. You flashed your eyes open, realizing he'd disappeared. But not without the jewels.

"Motherfucker," you pursed out, folding yourself upright then over your knees.

You tried to catch your breath in the short moment, attempting to map everything that just happened in the span of seconds. The Spider was in, then out, of your life in the blink of an eye and all you had to show for it was the now bleeding puncture on your throat.

You sat your head up over your forearms, steadying your breaths from the fight. But even when you did, you couldn't deny the warmth that pooled to your stomach.

You'd felt him against you twice, a stiff upper body and sturdy frame. He could've killed you easily. But he played with you. Much like you did to his Spidey counterparts.

Stupid canon events.

They were nothing. And how the hell were you supposed to know which decision of yours would bring that mean, old Spider back to you?

The thought alone was daunting, staring over New York with a new task at hand: bring more chaos to bring your Spider back.

"Don't do whatever you're thinking," his voice cut in through your thoughts.

You turned around on the rooftop to see the Spider, without a mask on, leaning against the door to the complex stairway.

"I'm already exhausted," he huffed, pinching at the bridge of his nose.

You narrowed your eyes at him, leaning against the ledge of the rooftop. "You've just given me a reason to do it. Not like you'll stop me."

The Spider growled out in frustration, his chest flattening with the exhale. He flashed out his wrist twice, distracting you with his speed to web you to the brick ledge.

"Gatito," he stressed, pulling his hand from his face and stepping up to you. The man leaned down to meet your gaze, allowed you to stare deep into his dim eyes and the dark circles that accessorized them. "Don't."

You openly pouted at his warning; your eyes cut to the sky as you cocked a hip in defiance. "But..."

"Ah, ah, ah," The Spider began, clamping his large hand over your mouth. At the same time, he held his index finger up to chastise you. "No excuses."

You screwed your jaw sideways, allowing your defiance to bleed through your stare at this man.

"What?" he asked flatly, pulling his hands back.

You took in his entire stature, much taller than you remembered and more built than you gathered in the dark.

"Why didn't you deal with me last time?" you queried genuinely.

This man could've easily flattened you, you realized over and over again. He'd made a note of letting you know too. He'd been the object of your dreams that night, the reason you cuddled extra tight at your pillow.

Spider furrowed his brows in slight confusion at you, his thick brows pinching the skin between them with a wrinkle. He gave you a once-over, met your eyes instantly.

"I thought the warning sufficed."

You exhaled, offering a long blink to dot the silence. "Guess not."

The Spider leveled his brow, casting a shadow over his gaze. "We're not going at this again."

You reached out to brace his calf with your sneaker. "Come on. Admit it, it was fun."

"Never," he spat, adjusting his stance away from your reach.

You prodded your tongue between your lips as you tilted your head at him. "Do you get hard when you fight all your villains?"

His face flashed with quick embarrassment before he reeled himself back to frustration. "You are not a villain."

It felt like he'd baited you with something good. "So I'm special?" You asked with a grin.

The Spider scoffed at you, cutting his eyes away as his hands braced his waist. Now you were paying attention to how he was truly built. Your knees had braced that waist, your chest had pressed against his.

"I feel honored, seeing how intimate we got," you pushed.

"Shut," The Spider bit out, his teeth gritted as he leaned towards you. "Up. That's not what happened."

You raised a brow at his demeanor, hiding the devilish grin that tempted your lips.

"Are you sure? I feel like you're overreacting at a little criminal."

The Spider peeled his top lip back with a snarl, revealing a much longer fang than your own. His nose scrunched, almost disgusted.

"Your..." his hand reached out to grab you, his claws already extended. He acknowledged your slight flinch at him and drew back with a fist. "I can read your thoughts. They're...a lot."

An ice spilled through your system then, every thought you'd had about this Spider flooding to the forefront again. Every thought made you physically shake it away, wading through your fantastical imagination.

When you'd worked through yourself, you met the Spider's avoiding gaze wanting to see if you could make his thoughts.

"Anything...you like?" you teased.

The Spider scoffed, the noise sounding much like a furball ready to be hacked. He turned away from you, shaking his head at you.

"That's not what I'm here for." he offered.

It felt almost too easy. With a gentle tug, you felt the web at your wrists give way and you sat up on the ledge. "Are you sure? What was it you were saying about canon events?"

The Spider glanced over his large shoulder back at you. "What're you getting at, gatito?"

You shrugged, feigning dumb, bringing your claw-adorned glove up to examine them. They were sharp, much like the Spider's, but made from reformed silver. Purely for the show of it.

"Why is it that I trigger a canon event with everything I do? Your other Spideys can't seem to fix the situation, but you can."

Spider's brows were now melded together. "I'm still not following."

"I just might be your match, Spidey. I might be important to you."

The stranger grit, his jaw tightening as his hands gripped harder at his hips. "You speak nonsense."

"Maybe," you offered with another shrug, glancing in the Spider's direction. "But that made you hard, didn't it?"

He growled, snapping in your direction. "Stop that!"

"I haven't done anything," you said. "But you can't deny the attraction, Spidey."

"Miguel," he barked lowly at you. "My name is Miguel."

You nodded slowly, dropping your hand to hold the ledge you were balanced on. "Nice to put a name to a handsome face."

Miguel raised a finger to you, ready to scold you, but forfeited and returned his hand to waist. You lounged on the ledge, resting your chin in your hand.

Drumming your fingers to your cheek, you ogled the Spider, Miguel, as he paced the rooftop.

"So," you drew out, finally letting your smile curl on your lips. "You ready to confess, Miguel?"

He scoffed outwardly at you, turning his back to you until he turned his head up at the sky with a groan.

Sitting upright, you kicked off of the ledge and stood close behind him. You ran a finger down his back, tracing over the dip between his shoulders while admiring the husk of his build.

"I'll say it first since you're scared," you taunted, skirting a hand over his waist before stepping away from him.

You slipped under his arm as he turned, now facing him and leaning in to veer up at him. "I'd very much like to pick up where we left off."

Miguel glanced down at you then smacked his teeth in disbelief. "Ay, gatito, give it a rest."

You purred, reaching up to rest your hand on his shoulder. You ran your claws down the length of his arm before running your fingers between his and intertwining them.

"You felt it there, Miguel," you smiled, leaning in to whisper. "If you weren't on a mission, you wanted to fuck."

Miguel's hand clasped tightly over yours, holding back enough strength to not crush it. His claws caged over your small knuckles as he leaned into your face.

"You're no good, kitty cat," he seethed lowly, his eyes flicking over your body and back to you. "I have no reason to waste time on you."

You leaned in, skirting your nose against Miguel's to breathe against his lips. "You trying to convince me? Or yourself?"

Miguel's eyes flashed with anger, his brows furrowing as his nostrils flared. His mind was plagued with the images littering your thoughts in the exact moment, his throat dry as he attempted to tame his cock from reacting.

"Puta," he spat against your mouth, his hot breath punctuating against your lips.

You cocked your jaw slightly. "I like a challenge, don't you? Let's see who bites first."

Miguel smushed his lips to yours, just to get you to stop speaking. You were effectively working his last nerve, and the thought of having you writhing on his cock was beginning to suffice the stress.

His hand clenching yours relaxed, sliding up to your wrist and bringing your hand to his crotch so you could feel the absolute need of relief.

You hummed excitedly against his lips, feeling the heat from Miguel's cock cradled in your hand. Slowly, you traced your fingers up his sheathed length; the more you trekked, the more daunting the task of fitting him inside you was.

Still, you were unnerved. The lilac feeling trickling down your back as you tilted your head back and opened your mouth to receive Miguel's tongue.

He followed your lead at that point, edging his tongue into your mouth before delving and scouring like finding new flesh to rapture.

His other hand grabbed at your bicep, pulled you into his chest and tenderly squeezed at your muscle; his handling bordered on aggressive, withheld just enough under the surface to feel the tension.

Miguel gulped when he parted from you, not without a tender nip to your top lip. He bowed his forehead to yours, catching his breath while his mind now shared the same depth as yours.

"Take me to your apartment," he ordered, his hold squeezing on you to get his point across.

You nodded, eyelids fluttering as your chest rose with his.

Down the stairs from the rooftop, Miguel kept close behind you. His steps held the same cadence, not picking up speed or trudging; he kept a respectful distance behind you while you followed your hummingbird-racing heart.

At the front door of your apartment, you fumbled with finding your keys. Patting your pockets, you attempted to find them as Miguel sidled up behind you.

He pressed into you, his hands finding your hips, rutting his sheathed cock against the backside of your suit. You fumbled a moment, each rock of his hips stalling your efforts to think. Miguel let loose an errant groan, his fingers pressing tighter into you and backing you up on him.

You reached a hand out to the door for stability, folding your lips together to fight back the noises earned from his bulge tempting against your heat.

"I-I gotta," you stammered, wiggling out of his hold to bend down and look under your floor mat.

Retrieving the key, you studied putting it in the lock as Miguel grabbed the top of the doorframe and leaned into your back.

"Don't make me wait now, gatito. Apurarse." His mouth pressed up to the shell of your ear, his breath trickled down your neck.

You hid a shiver, pushing the door open fervently and letting the stranger inside. Miguel grabbed the key from your door and tossed it to the floor, then slammed the door behind him.

He kept up with your heels, his shoulders rolled forward while he studied you like prey. You felt his eyes bore into you as you crossed the studio apartment, walking by the kitchen until Miguel shoved you against the kitchen island.

Miguel grabbed your shoulder to spin you around, eyed you over before landing at the buckle of your pants. He rested his hands on the counter, his fingers curling over the lip to hold back his eagerness to undress you.

"Get naked," he smattered against your ear, a trickle of his spit dotting his syllables. Miguel bared his teeth for effect, inhaling your scent from the close proximity. "Now."

You wiggled in place, feeling the nervous tickle across your back as the heat rose between your thighs. Miguel was pressed between them, no longer evading his deep interest in you.

Your breath caught as his swollen cock rubbed over your clothed sex, making your eyes cross at the thought of relief. Miguel huffed against your ear, taking in your shaken demeanor and pulled back.

"Did you not hear me?" He bit, taking dominant grip of your jaw and giving you a light jerk. "Strip."

Your hands went for your zipper in obedience, suddenly tame as could be; Miguel's eyes dragged down the length of your body with your zipper, holding back the driven hunger in his eyes when you shrugged a shoulder of your bodysuit and revealed your bare chest.

A mirthless scoff escaped his lips, his free hand grabbing at piece of the fabric and aiding it off of you.

"Straight to the point, huh?" he taunted, his voice toneless of joviality.

You sighed, smiled, and continued to undress for Miguel's approval. He tilted his chin up, looked down his nose at you revealing your body to him.

"Mira," he breathed as you pushed your bodysuit down from your waist and shimmied it to your ankles. Miguel dipped his fingers between your hips, feeling at the immediate wet along your folds. "Mierda..."

You fumbled out of your shoes and free from your suit as Miguel touched you. Your hand reached for his bicep, unconsciously spreading your legs to allow him further.

"You are a brat, wet like a bitch in heat," Miguel snarled in your face, drawing two fingers back and forth between your lips. He teased around your entrance, making you acknowledge the thickness of his fingers.

You squirmed, your knees almost magnetic to one another but Miguel stood closer between them. He chastised you with a click of his tongue, edging the tips of his fingers into you then back out.

Miguel's cock twitched at the feeling of you around him, velvet wet at the tips of his fingers. He put his hand on your hip, edging you onto the counter.

He followed you, pressing his cock to the side of the counter as he shifted your hips to the edge. You reached to run your fingers through his hair, give him a lick of attention, but he shied away from your touch and knelt before you.

"Spread it for me," he ordered, licking at his teeth.

Another chill shocked through you, following his order and using your fingers to hold yourself open. He swallowed thickly, drawing his hand over his mouth before swiping it down his chest to disperse his suit.

You stared down at Miguel as his suit glitched away, his shoulders revealed to be larger and rounded than imagined. His hands gripped at your knees, draped them over his shoulders as he sank his mouth to your sex.

His tongue lashed out hungrily, not wasting a second to savor you. You fidgeted in his hold, felt his teeth edge in and out of control. His lips kissed, mawed while his tongue lapped, dragged between your folds.

"M-Miguel," you tried, feeling him acknowledge you with a squeeze at your knees.

He drew back a hand, fumbled from behind his closed eyes to take hold of his throbbing cock. He stroked feverishly, his eyes rolling at the slick taste of you melting on his tongue.

Miguel broke away from you to bite at your inside thigh, not holding back as his incisors pinched your skin. You yelped, edging your thigh open further to evade him.

Miguel snarled after you, raising to his feet again with his cock in hand. The thought of engulfing you made the untamed heat in Miguel grow. He wanted to tower over you, make you cower from him just to feed off of your fear.

You stared unwaveringly in his eyes, acknowledging the deep red laced through them. You were tempted to blink, balk at his aggression, but you tightened your jaw and tilted your chin up.

The corner of his mouth twitched. "Suck my cock, gatito."

His order shot through your body, making you edge your hips on the counter. You moved carefully off of the counter, down to your knees before Miguel.

Your eyes gazed up the stranger's body, taking in every muscular divot and curve of him. His stature was domineering, the way he held his shoulders nothing short of menacing.

Miguel's hand reached for your cheek, caressed it softly before gripping your chin between his thumb and index finger. "Suck."

He pried your mouth open, guided your lips to the tip of his hard cock. Staring down the length of him, your hands went to his thighs to keep yourself steady.

Slowly, you pushed your lips down Miguel's cock; his tip pressurized your uvula, bringing tears to your eyes and spittle to pull in your mouth. You hallowed your cheeks, using your hands to slather his length with your saliva.

Miguel bowed his head back, holding in his groan as his hand rested at your nape. He seethed between his teeth, eyes rolling at the warmth you gave to his cock. His web pore under his free hand flexed in excitement, reminding him of the imminence.

He smacked his teeth, pulling his cock from your hold then tapping it at the front of your lips, over your cheeks before reaching to drag you up.

The look of your bed was calling your name, wanting nothing more than to share your intimate space with this man. Miguel thought nothing further than you, his gaze forced on you as he turned you around in his hold.

His hands gripped your biceps, weighed the thought of bruising you before folding you to the floor. Miguel followed you down, edging up on his knees to spread your legs.

He ran his hands down your sides, gripped your hips and ruthlessly tilted them in his favor. Without warning, Miguel guided his tip between your folds then in.

Your eyes fluttered hard, blinking and bracing your shoulder to the linoleum. Your arms bowed under your body, your stomach folded to your thighs tight.

Miguel was felt through every inch of your core, pushing more of himself inside until you were overstuffed with him. He stared down in disappoint, you speared on his cock but not taking him all the way in.

He growled, rocking your hips to meet his unmatchable thrusts. You yowled softly against the linoleum, your body burned with the ravishing heat.

Miguel's claws bit into your skin, holding you in place while he thrusted out of sync, no longer pacing himself.

A purr tore through your chest, rumbling the part of the floor and rattling back against your nipples. Miguel growled in response, his finger pads squeezing hungrily at your flesh.

He paused, allowing your throbbing sex to hug his cock. Miguel returned his thrusts, then paused in spurts to savor the bits of you.

You writhed under him, no longer feeling human but a vessel of pleasure. Your walls begged for release, your body shuddering with every edge.

"Please," you pleaded minutely.

Miguel inhaled deeply, then out as he thrusted his cock as far into you as he could; the jolting feeling brought you to your climax, eyes rolling as you released Miguel's name from your lips.

He clawed over your skin, bringing deep red welps and punctures to your skin. His web pores twitched to life, spurting short lengths of web at the same time he emptied his balls into you.

Miguel folded a hand at the small of your back, bowing you further onto his cock to keep his cum inside of you. Your body reacted with small twinges at the flex of his cock within you.

You woke up at sunset, in your bed. Looking around your apartment, you searched for your Spider. Miguel. But he was nowhere to be found.

Dropping your head back in defeat, you scoffed at the ceiling. The one time with him now felt like it wouldn't be enough. He was now itching under your skin, you felt his claws had left marks all over you.

Rolling over, you went to grab your pillow and hold it close only to see a note made from spider web. You quirked a brow, leaning towards the silveresque threads twinkling on the edge of the sunset.

'Get in trouble again, gatito. Don't make me wait.'

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hylianane · 5 months ago

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Just finished Diamond is Unbreakable and Okuyasu looked SO SO happy in that epilogue, but bestie, I’M NOT?!

The show is over and my sweetest of all boys is still living in the house his abusive brother died in with no electricity no water no furniture no appliances no windows no curtains, and having to take care of his sick dad who used to abuse him and is now a frog. I just can’t be at peace with this, somebody help my boy. Who is paying the property taxes of that house? He is in high school. HIS DAD IS A FROG. The show is over and he’s living like those mobile game ads where the dad finds a hot new girlfriend and you have to help his previous wife and her infant not freeze and starve to death in the winter.

#That episode where Shigechi offers them cash in exchange for friendship and Josuke is like no man thats wrong we cant accept this #JOSUKE YOUR BRO IS LIVING THE HOME PIN 2 LIVESTYLE JUST LET HIM TAKE THE MONEY #jjba #okuyasu nijimura #diamond is unbreakable #my post

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darkdiamondsims · 5 months ago

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Here's the next part of the CC Counters for Multiple functioning appliances!! As I promised I have continued on with the more Fake counters that allow for placing appliances anywhere. You can read more about this set Here!

This time, it's all the counters from the Expansion Sets.

The next and last set will include all the counters from Stuff packs to Kits.

Details:

Each counter will require the pack it came from!

A copy of each regular and island counter.

All the same colors to ensure the perfect flow between base game objects and CC.

13 counters in total.

More will be added later! Keep a look out for them!

Download instructions:

Click on the link below and download the CC to your Mods folder. The Mods folder is found under: This PC/Documents/Electronic Arts/The Sims 4/Mods

If the folder doesn’t already exist, you can make one.

Also make sure Enable Custom Content and Mods is enabled in your Game Options, under Other.

Disclaimer / Terms of Use:

Do not reupload to another website.

I will inform you of any changes and redownloads that may be needed.

Do not edit my original mesh.

Do not make recolours of my original meshes

Do not convert my original meshes for use in previous versions of The Sims or any other game.

Do not claim as your own.

As always, Enjoy!!

~ Diamond

#sims 4 #sims4 #the sims 4 #custom content #cc #simblr #sims 4 cc #the sims #ts4cc #fake counters #Counters

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jezabatlovesbats · 28 days ago

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Here are all of my observations from Unikitty! on what the Unikingdom’s society and culture is like. It’s so I can decide what to include in my AU, and what I’d rather not.

Here’s a full, detailed list of my observations. Long post warning!

The Values and Opinions of the Unikingdom:

Happiness

Fun

Friendship

Love

Carefreeness

Leisure

Creativity and pizazz

These are all very important to the people of the Unikingdom.

Being nice is heavily encouraged; Unikitty has nice princess duties.

Being, quote-unquote, “boring” or anything less than fun, positive, and creative is frowned upon. Being unhappy or angry is as well.

Stories, Mythology and Folklore of the Unikingdom:

Ghosts (There are definitely some spirits in this world. Ghosts are often seen. Could the Score Creeper be a ghost? Dino Dude also mentions the Ghost of Wipeout’s Past.)

Sentient Skeletons

What’s the deal with the Sugar Crash Coaster in Doki Diamond Funland? Can you wish on it? (Unikitty said, “I wish it never ended!” and then the ride never ended for the gang)

Score Creeper traps people’s souls in games

Magical things happening after bedtime (by the way, magic exists in this world)

Spell books for both casting spells and spelling words

Sorcerers

Alchemists

Mages

Pegasus?

Amazon warriors?

Mermaids

Sirens

Ogres

Trolls

Dragons

Wizards that fly on brooms

Witches that fly on brooms

Trickster spirits?

Skin thieves?

Poisoners?

Zombies

Neuromancers

Necromancers

Elves?

Gnomes?

Dwarves?

Goblins

Mysterious hook hands

Chainsaw killers

Lab monsters

Alien invasions

Demons?

An underworld?

Richard dresses like Frankenstein’s monster in Scary Tales?

Scary stories can really be about anything. You can leave someone quaking in their boots with a story about a permanent stain

Stories about pirates

The old beach legend of the Perfect Spot

Detective stories?

People can die from lovesickness in this world by being literally crushed by their crush; their feelings take the form of giant giggling hearts and crush them

The Curse of the Last One There (Whoever is in earshot when the curse is uttered is cursed to be literally turned into a rotten egg if they are the last one to get to a place)

”Chair Valhalla”?

Making wishes with coins, shooting stars, birthday candles, 11:11, wishbones, eyelashes, and four-leaf clovers

Fairy tales like Little Red Riding Hood, Goldilocks and the Three Bears, and Hansel and Gretel exist?

The Golden Goose?

Santa Claus?

The Tooth Fairy?

The Sandman?

Cupid?

Careen Ingle, a director on the show, stated that people can have kids via a stork bringing them pieces that look like them. They build the kid with those pieces. I’m not sure if this happens in the Unikingdom, Frowntown, or everywhere.

Unikingdom Naming Customs:

Animals in the Unikingdom are typically named after their being/what they are.

Lego brick creatures usually aren’t, like Richard, Beau and Kickflip.

Not everyone follows these customs.

Some people’s names are silly made-up words, like Bim-Bom or Stocko.

They don’t use surnames in the Unikingdom.

Areas in the kingdom are named after what they are. For example, Flowery Park is, as the name suggests, a flowery park.

Unikingdom Architecture:

Everything is, quote-unquote, “cute”

Everything is brightly colored and utilizes all the colors of the rainbow

Fountains?

Bouncy castles are legitimately buildings

Towers, either with pointy roofs (like Marques towers) or with round balls at the top

Decorative pennants and banners everywhere

Decorative lights and tassels

Flags

Unikitty’s castle is her, but way bigger

The mouth of her castle is a fountain

The tail is a greenhouse with a garden inside

The horn is a tower; there are crates full of stuff in it

There are secret passages in it (Are these in other buildings as well?)

The mouth fountain spills into the moat, which has a rainbow bridge going over it.

But there is another road to the castle that leads into its garage (where the gang’s vehicles are stored)

Buildings, furniture, and appliances can look like anything

They can also be constructed out of anything

Bunnies live in carrot houses

Crabs all live in a giant sand palace

Beds and homes can also be influenced by what type of animal someone is

Batty (a vampire bat) lives in a house that looks like a cave and sleeps hanging upside down on her ceiling

Hawkodile sleeps in a nest in his treehouse. His nest is never seen in his treehouse except for when he wakes up in one episode, so it’s implied he puts it away during the day.

In another episode, he wakes up with him and a pillow attached to a punching bag

Ball pits and silly slides

Circular/round windows

Lots of geometric shapes as well

Roller coaster tracks behind Unikitty’s castle

Spherical floating buildings behind her castle? We never saw what’s inside them

Towers with round, glowing lights

Gingerbread houses?

Fantasy yurts?

Round aquariums

Condomiums?

A Unikitty sphinx?

The Toy Zone/Toy District has shops similar to carnival booths

Japanese-inspired architecture in Action Forest, such as the dojo and the Torii gate in front?

By the way, Eagleator destroyed the dojo. It’s shown that it’s still destroyed to this day, and Eagleator camps out in the rubble now. But aren’t you supposed to treat a dojo with respect? (Did Eagleator kill Sensei Falcomodo?)

I don’t think the Unikingdom is trying to represent any real countries or cultures

Everything about Action Forest is based on gritty action movies from the 80s

Forts?

Stony lairs (such as Flamurtle’s lair)

Torches

Buildings, such as the castle, have secret passages

Tubes with sparkles passing through them

These tubes can also be seen inside people’s brains. Is that where their sparkle matter comes from?

Trash is discarded in trash cans and dumpsters

There are many playgrounds with swingsets, slides, monkey bars, sand pits, seesaws, and springy rocking horses (or rocking animals, or foods)

Unikingdom Symbolism:

Silhouettes of Unikitty’s head are very prominent

I spotted flags that had a silhouette of her head. Are either of them supposed to be the Unikingdom’s national flag?

Are there other unicorn-cats?

Are there any unicorns?

Clouds (Some are rainclouds)

Rainbows

Suns?

Moons?

Hearts?

Stars?

Sparkles?

Sparkle Matter?

Planets?

Cool sunglasses are “an action hero’s highest honor” in the Unikingdom

Hawkodile’s were given to him by his sensei

The torii gate in front of Action Forest…

Is Action Forest supposed to be a sacred place?

Their official bread- a cat-shaped bread roll with cream and a strawberry on top

Their official fish- a wide-eyed orange fish with a beak

Their official bird- A green, parakeet-looking bird

Their official scary man who lives in the sewer- Yes, this is a thing they have. He’s green, and he wears brown rags.

Their official song- Official Song. It just goes, “OFFICIAL SONG! Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah!” (That’s all there is to it; it has no real tune)

Their official candy- The gang tried to pick one. They brought their favorite candies to life and had an entire Pokémon-style battle with them. In the end, though, they decided that you should just like the candy you have. So, I’ll just say their official candy is whatever candy you like. There’s a lot of candy in the Unikingdom anyway.

Demographics of the Unikingdom

The Unikingdom is populated by anthropomorphic animals

Like I asked, are there unicorns anywhere?

Some of them are animal-based hybrids

Monsters such as the giant jelly creature and krakens

Lego brick creatures

Living stuffed toys

Anthropomorphic foods (like Burger Person, Cookie Guy, and Herbert Sherbert)

Anthropomorphic objects (like Toaster and the kite people)

Living clouds in the sky

Self-aware robots (and rockets)

Crabs and bunnies have their own societies within Unikingdom society, but both are considered part of the Unikingdom. The crabs also have a “pinch dungeon.”

Aliens?? (Hominid is an alien who travels around in its UFO)

These creatures produce sparkle matter, which is sparkly stuff that pops out of someone’s head when they experience strong emotions.

Unikitty can also change color and burn/flood things with her emotions. I imagined that this is a thing unicorns have.

There are no humans/Lego minifigures in this world.

Who are Hank and Kyle? They, to quote Dr. Fox in their one and only appearance, “haven’t been on the team since their funeral.” So they’re ghosts?

And Batman exists?! Batkitty is the ONLY episode of the whole show that ties back into the Lego Movie, and he’s the only character from it that appears in the show. We don’t see him any other time, so I don’t even know if it’s canon

Geography of the Unikingdom:

The Unikingdom is situated on rolling green hills

The weather is usually very sunny (“Unikingdom- burning hot!”), so it looks like it has a warm climate

It’s prone to extreme weather, such as tornadoes, thunderstorms and typhoons

Action Forest is a lush jungle area; it’s confirmed to be part of the Unikingdom

But the Unikingdom isn’t meant to be fantasy Japan, like I said

Rocky cliffs

Fir forests

Caves

Dinosaur bones are underground!

Walkways made of towers and bridges are built around the cliffs and forests

There are much shorter bridges with no towers, too

Ravines? Some places in the Unikingdom are separated by said bridges (Three citizens tell Unikitty that the bridge to their town is out)

The Unikingdom is also next to an ocean

Tall coastal rock formations

It’s confirmed to be in the north of this planet

It makes sense because they get snow in the winter, and the Unigang can get to the North Pole in a short time

Neighboring deserts

Neighboring mountains

Volcanoes (which can come to life if they’re angry enough)

Some place with ice cream snow? That’s where Mrs. Ice Pop’s factory is

The surface of the sun?? They can go there?

Flora and Fauna of the Unikingdom:

There are non-anthropomorphic animals in this world

People keep pets; there are pet stores

People also keep potted plants

There are gardens in people’s front and back yards

Gators

Cats

Cows

Brightly green grass everywhere

Acorns

Jellyfish

Albatrosses (Puppycorn mentioned them once)

Crows

Gophers (inhabit golf courses)

Iguanas

Flowers with four petals

Pointy trees (fir trees?)

Some round trees, too

Trees can live to be very old; as in, “My grandkids never visit me!” old

Turtles

Aloe

Octopuses

Pancakes

Ladybugs

Colorful bushes (they come in any color)

Whatever the Darling Flower is

Mushrooms

Colorful bushes

Anglerfish

Flowers with five petals

Wolverines?

Penguins

Whatever type of bug Abugail is

Crabs

Manatees

Falcons (falconry is practiced)

Fireflies

Fish (they come in multiple colors)

Fire lilies

Raffodils

Bees (of multiple sizes)

Chipmunks

Shrews

Flowers with six petals

Sunflowers

Moonflowers

Roses

Bell flowers

Caterpillars and butterflies

Sharks

Dolphins (they can swim in freshwater)

Winged dolphins

Electric eels

Lava sharks

Cacti

Corn

Chickens

Raccoons (they are realistic)

Worms

Snakes

Lions

Monkeys

Sloths

Zebras

Parrots

Giant scorpions

Peacocks

Flamingoes

Tarantulas

Ducks

Beavers

Deer

Bunnies/Rabbits

Smaller birds of multiple colors and sizes (such as the red-chested warbler, northern oceanic blue bill, and the red speckled hen)

Dinosaurs

Elephants

Squirrels

Flies/Gnats

Unikingdom Society

Unikitty is the princess of the Unikingdom and the sole leader

Her and Puppycorn’s parents are never seen or mentioned; Richard is their guardian. Fans assume they’re dead.

Unikitty is a friend of her citizens, but they acknowledge her status as princess

They don’t acknowledge the fact that Puppycorn is a prince, though.

There is no social hierarchy to speak of, but this society is matriarchal. The law says that the Unikingdom has to be ruled by a princess

Maybe that’s why Puppycorn is never viewed as a prince by any citizens

However, it seems like the current princess can just pass down the ruling position to a relative of another gender if she feels like it. (Unikitty decided to let Puppycorn be the ruling prince for a short time in one episode)

Can the princess be elected? I think not, because Master Frown, who is not from the Unikingdom, suggested there be a princess election in that episode

There are no armies/defense forces to be seen.

Hawkodile seems to be the bodyguard of both Unikitty and the kingdom as a whole. He lives in a treehouse behind the castle. Pretty much all the defense is handled by him, and he’s, to quote Cast Aside the Truth, “the toughest bodyguard alive.”

The kingdom can also be defended by giant kaiju-like mechas

Unfortunately, though, there are cops… such as the Action Police and Science Police… Detective Dan literally mentions a Unikingdom Police Department, and there are buddy cop movies…

It’s implied that firefighters exist here, too

Action heroes/fighters require action licenses. It works like getting a driver’s license; they get it at the Department of Mayhem and Violence (DMV).

Did Sensei Falcomodo not know this before giving Hawkodile his shades? Did Unikitty and co. not know this before (presumably) hiring him?

Unikitty is also assisted by her resident scientist, Dr. Fox, who lives in the castle and has her own high-tech lab right under it

Dr. Fox seems to be the one handling the kingdom’s technology. For example, she built the security system at the zoo. Also, her smarts and inventions help solve problems in the kingdom

Occasionally, she dabbles in medical stuff, even though she’s not licensed to practice it

Unikitty and Puppycorn also drive cars, parade floats, and bulldozers, despite not having driver’s licenses, or so much as a learner’s permit

The Action Police’s job is to punish those who don’t have action licenses. The Science Police’s department is to punish those who experiment dangerously. I feel like noting that both Hawkodile and Dr. Fox end up earning their respect in the respective episodes they appear in.

Anyway, pilots in the Unikingdom have to take a pilot’s test. Hawkodile is seen doing it, so I guess they can take it with no plane-flying experience (except maybe some studying?) (Did Dr. Fox need one to build and fly any of the aircrafts she built?)

People apparently also need a license to love chinchillas.

As mentioned before, crabs and bunnies have their own areas/societies that are considered part of the Unikingdom

There are also courtrooms and jails in the Unikingdom.

Judges in the courts are decided by spinning the judge wheel.

Some jails have a specific theme, like ice pop jail.

It seems like prisoners can escape jail at any time.

How are the characters familiar with mayors, emperesses, and Madame Duchesses?

It’s implied that they use a Gregorian-ish calendar in the Unikingdom, but some of the months are different, like Brickcember

They also use analog clocks and alarm clocks to tell time. In one episode, Richard says, “I’ve been up since 5:30 this morning.”

By the way, 5:00 AM in the Unikingdom is long after sunrise, when the sun is pretty high in the sky

The Unikingdom uses dollars as its currency. They also have coins, so are they, like, their equivalent of cents? (Puppycorn changed this to paying for things with high fives for a short time.)

The Unikingdom has banks. Unikitty refers to the bank as the money store.

Anything can be sold, in either shops or roadside stands.

There are pet stores, as I said.

The Toy Zone/Toy District seems to particularly sell toys and games.

The episode Special Delivery shows us how wacky and zany the Unikingdom’s postal system is. Dolphins can deliver mail, and there’s even literal snail mail. (As in, snails delivering the mail.)

Stamp collecting is a thing, too.

Unikingdom citizens get their news from The Unikingdom News Super Good Morning Time Action Program Information Show Now!, the Internet, and much less popularly, newspapers. (I say much less popularly because no one wanted to read Richard’s newspapers)

The people use tablets and cell phones.

There’s a secret society of people wearing cloaks, and they use stickers and books to open up a portal to the underworld?!

Issues in the Unikingdom can be about anything, from super major problems to super minor ones.

Art in the Unikingdom

Origami

Colorful tapestries with a silhouette of Unikitty’s face on them

These tapestries can have other symbols, too; see the Symbolism section above

Stickers are decorative

Firework art (Unikingdom citizens love fireworks)

Knitting

Crocheting (Richard mentions learning how to crochet)

Drawings with pencils, pens, and crayons

Paintings with lots of paints splatters

Renaissance-style art? Modern art? Pop art? Surrealism? Cubism? (There are references to real paintings in the show, and those styles are what I could glean from them)

Shapes- hearts, stars, sparkles

Rainbow colors are used

Apparently, every color symbolizes love

Photography? We see lots of framed pictures in the show, and people take photos with cameras and phones. Selfies are also popular.

Uhhh… why does Hawkodile have a torii-shaped picture frame in his treehouse??

Proscenium theaters (look them up)

Dance floor stages

Large indoor arenas

Magic tricks (as in, sleight of hand and illusions)

Sea shanties

There’s a morning song that’s sung in the morning

Culinary arts

Sock puppets

Comic books

Gold statues of random things. These are very expensive

Knitting

Friendship bracelets

Juggling

Unicycles

Pillows can be shaped like hearts, squares, suns, moons, and pretty much anything

Couches are cloud-shaped

Beds can have headboards and footboards shaped like anything

Daytime television in the Unikingdom is described as “Like regular TV, but weirder!”

So… regular TV in the Unikingdom is early-morning, afternoon, and nighttime programming?

Uni-TV is, to quote, “The Unikingdom’s favorite and only television network.”

There are four known record labels in the Unikingdom (Unikingdom Entertainment, FoxZone Music Group, McCorn-Horn Records, and Rick and Roll Records)

Cars have radios built into them

Popular music genres:

Techno

Hip-hop

Pop

Rock

Metal

Making up songs in one go

Popular film genres:

Fantasy

Action

Romance

Drama

Sci-fi

Musical

Comedy

Popular TV shows:

Third Degree Love Burns (which is, like, a Bachelor-ish romance show)

The Nightly Late Night Nighttime Show (the moon- yes, the moon- watches this late night talk show so she doesn’t get bored at night)

The Early Morning Daytime Daytime Show (a morning talk show for the sun to watch)

Styles of dance:

Hip-hop dance (like breakdancing)

Capoeira

Rave dancing (like glowsticking)

Partner dances

Tap dancing

Moonwalking

Salsa

Country dances

Disco

Headbanging

Polka

Ballet

Waltz?

Can-can (Dr. Fox and her clones are seen doing it)

Musical instruments:

DJ turntables

Singing

Conical drums

Drumsets

Pianos

Keyboard

Keytars

Organs

Horn pipes

Cymbals

Shaker sticks

Xylophones

Banjos

Saxophones

Guitars

Ukuleles

Tambourines

Cowbells

Accordions

Triangles

Gongs?

Vuvuzelas (mentioned by Puppycorn when he tries to say Viva La Lazy Sunday)

Giant versions of musical instruments exist, too

Sound equipment includes boomboxes, radios, speakers, and handheld mics.

Sports and Games in the Unikingdom:

Board games seem to be common

Most notably, adventure board games like Spoooooky Game, and fantasy RPGs like Castles and Kitties (Is Castles and Kitties meant to be anything more than “Look, DnD reference!”?)

You can even get transported inside the game

Could that happen even if Score Creeper wasn’t there?

Games involving dice

Card games

Sudoku

Trampolines

Piñatas

Arcade games

Video games (There are Gameboy-like consoles and controller consoles)

Light as a feather, stiff as a board (played at sleepovers)

Walking your pets

Playing fetch with your pets

Video games can put their controls in the real world and turn people 16-bit

Escape rooms

Hot dog eating contests

Skydiving

Racing

Carnival games (like Whack-a-Mole, ball toss, ring toss, and those basketball hoops)

Hide and seek

Jump ropes

Laser tag

Arm wrestling

Sailing

Monster truck rallies

Escape rooms

Marathons

Robot fighting

Skateboarding

Ziplining

Archery

Bowling

Fishing

Golf

Rodeos

Fencing

Jet skiing

Weightlifting

Kickball

Cheerleading

American football??? They even have their own equivalent of the Super Bowl, the Pasta Bowl.

Tennis

Running marathons

Baseball

Soccer

Surfing

Basketball

Pet shows

Catch with balls

Bingo and water aerobics are enjoyed by elderly citizens

Traditions, Customs and Holidays in the Unikingdom:

Snow Day, a holiday on which people make snow angels, build snowmen, carve ice, sled, build snow forts, have snowball fights, drink cocoa, decorate their homes with wreaths, peppermints and bright lights, etc.

Problem Fixy-Day, on which the citizens state their problems and Unikitty offers her solutions

Valentine’s Day? (there’s a Valentine’s Day special)

Halloween? (there are two Halloween specials)

Christmas?! (there’s a Christmas special)

There’s no Christianity in this universe, by the way. There’s a throwaway joke about nuns from Unikitty, but there are no churches or anything to be seen.

Parade Day (there was a self-expression parade in that episode, so do they pick a yearly theme or something?)

Rave-a-palooza

Hide and Seek Championship

Jump Rope Championship

The Skaterz Stuntz Gamez

Best Best Friends Competition

Atomic Battle Royale

Bounce Olympics? (Unikitty mentions them once and only once while she and Puppycorn are, well, bouncing)

The Unikingdom Awards (The awards presented are VERY random and VERY specific, such as Most Likely to Be Crushed by a Falling Statue, Best Lil’ Bro a Princess Could Ever Ask For, and Best Name That Rhymes With Schmuppycorn.)

Chore Day/Lazy Sunday, where Richard wants everyone to clean the castle, but Unikitty and Puppycorn want to chill out on the couch all day. Does everyone in the kingdom observe one of the two?

Trash Day happens every week. People throw out all the stuff they disposed of. What day of the week is it?

Unikitty chooses a Flavor of the Month.

There’s a Helpful Helpers Auction where the gang lends their services to the citizens for a day or so, and it supports next year’s auction, according to Puppycorn.

There’s also an annual Ice Cream Festival.

There are lots and LOTS of specifically themed parties, such as a Piñata Party, a Burger Party, and a Jazz Party. In fact, they celebrate something almost every day. Some of these parties are annual, like the Cotton Candy Pool Party.

I guess that informal IS formal in the Unikingdom.

Unikitty also has these kinds of conferences with her citizens on an outdoor stage?

People have sleepovers, where they eat pizza, do prank calls, watch monster movies, and play sleepover games.

Birthdays are a huge deal in the Unikingdom. They’re taken very seriously. They’re observed with cake, presents, big parties, and the Happy Birthday song.

Weddings are held outside. There’s wedding bells, flowers, groom top hats and tuxes, bridal veils and bouquets, and engagement and wedding rings. And wait a minute- bishops?!

In a scene where Dr. Fox is watching her robots get married, the officiant robot is wearing a mitre.

Funerals are done by burying the dead person in a coffin. There’s a gravestone, wreaths, and their picture. The attendees wear black and throw flowers on the coffin.

Traditionally, the people lay down a towel at the beach to claim a spot.

Elderly people customarily tend to their gardens, clean their dentures, feed birds, wait for their loved ones to call, apply ointments, bake, swim, and eat dinner in the afternoon

The elderly are seen as “always napping at weird times, drinking tea and knitting.”

Dessert sweepstakes are a thing. Unikitty and her friends search for a winning ice pop stick to win a tour to an ice pop factory

Libraries are run pretty strictly in the Unikingdom. They have a strict return policy. If you don’t return your books on time, you get banned for life

When on vacation, people take selfies and photos, try new foods, and buy a lot of souvenirs

Going to the zoo is a fun activity to people. So is going to the park.

Coupons to the zoo are sold online

On a hot day, people wear, quote-unquote, “cool” outfits and strike “cool” poses. More on this in the Fashion section

In his treehouse, Hawkodile has SOME kind of shrine for Sensei Falcomodo. There’s his picture, a bowl of incense, candles, and a cloth on the table.

In the summer, people go to the pool for a fun pool day, play/watch sports, have barbecues, go on picnics, watch fireworks, go to the movies, catch fireflies, try on shorts, ride bikes, try on shorts, and go to the beach

There are carnival games at amusement parks

Amusement parks sell fried foods on a stick

There are also park mascots

Unikingdom Education:

Despite being roughly 11 and roughly 9 respectively, Unikitty and Puppycorn are never seen going to any kind of school.

That led me to assume they were homeschooled, but who would homeschool them? Richard?

In fact, we almost never see any kind of schools in the Unikingdom at all.

They do summer camps in the Unikingdom, like Lost at Sea Survival Camp, or camping trips for kids.

Action Forest is where action heroes train, and they practice in a dojo?

Hawkodile had supposedly trained in the dojo his whole life. It’s also implied that Sensei Falcomodo raised him and Eagleator.

Fuzz Fuzz (a baby caterpillar that Unikitty decides to adopt and who grows up) attends a Giant Monster Community College… but he’d graduate with a degree, not a diploma.

Wait, so college exists?

Medical school is a thing, too?

They have the same periodic table of elements that we do.

Unikingdom Mannerisms and Etiquette:

Being silly and loud seems to be considered acceptable.

Chores (such as cleaning your home) and renovations are done in fantastical, goofy ways. Any way that isn’t is seen as boring.

It’s normal to be carefree (to the point where you can neglect your responsibilities)

Talking in unison

You can slap someone to help them stay awake

Fighting Styles and Weaponry in the Unikingdom:

There’s some form of hand-to-hand between Hawkodile and Eagleator, and between Eagleator and Flamurtle. I see punches, kicks, blocks and stances.

Being cool is emphasized in Unikingdom fighting.

As I said, Action Forest seems to want to combine martial arts with 80s action movies.

Boxing gloves. Hawkodile and Eagleator wear them. (Are there any boxing punches?)

Swords (like broadswords, katanas and scimitars)

Shields

Punching bags used for practice

Dummies

Whatever those rotating poles with pegs sticking out of them are

Archery (bows, arrows, round targets)

Hawkodile often mentions karate

He also mentions judo, like, once

Kung fu is mentioned in an episode where Richard has a book about it, and several other topics

Shurikens?

Kunai?

Big honkin’ bombs with timers

Small bombs with fuses

Missles

Cannons

Tasers

Tanks (Not just for combat. You can go on a tank driving tour through Action Forest.)

Mechas and robots, which can have any of these weapons

Lasers

Axes

Cages

Booby traps

Nunchucks

Whips

Grappling hooks

Hand grenades

Pickaxes

Sais

Forks can be used as throwing weapons

Cards can be used as throwing weapons, too

Daggers

Nets

Knight armor?

Morning stars

Tridents

Flame throwers

Staffs (like the flame staff, explosion staff, and the training staff that belonged to Hawkodile’s sensei)

Safety suits are worn to keep people safe as they do risky/daredevil-ish stuff

”Work hard, play hard!” is a philosophy that Sensei Falcomodo taught Hawkodile.

Ninjas and samurai are seen, but why do they attack the kingdom? Why is there a sneaky stealing samurai squad that causes mayhem? Why does Hawkodile wish for a ninja attack in the asteroid episode? 🤨

Any Language in the Unikingdom?

Everyone Speaks English™️

Spanish?

German?

French?

Japanese? (Hawkodile says, “Protect me, Dummy-san!” in one episode?)

Sign Language?

Hawaiian? The gang throws a, quote-unquote, “luau” when they crash land on an uncharted island… no one else is on it but them.

Slang terms such as Sis and Rad are very, very common

Puppycorn gleefully answers, “I’ll do my best, Miss Ma’am!” when Unikitty asks him to keep an eye on the surface of the pool

Sir and Ma’am are used here

Dino Dude has an Australian accent.

FeeBee speaks with a Southern accent.

Really Old Edith wrote a story about her discovering an ancient something and deciphering a lost language. When sharing it on the Nighttime Show, she’s interrupted before she can get into any detail

Unikingdom Food:

In my notepad, I accidentally put some animals in this section. My bad.

Dishes are served on plates and eaten with forks, knives and spoons. People use napkins. Utensils, plates, bowls, mugs, etc. are cleaned with dish soap and sponges.

Food is eaten at tables, though people can have picnics on blankets.

Things such as flowers and candles are used as table centerpieces.

They have a concept of breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

Napkins and bibs are used. In the tourism video episode, Puppycorn suggests using an entire tablecloth as a napkin and a bib. (“The whole table is covered in napkins, so you can be as messy as you want!” And he tucks it into the suit he’s wearing.)

Some restaurants in the Unikingdom don’t allow outside food.

There are refrigerators in this world. But there’s also a big, icy vault in the castle to store frozen food in. Do any other homes have this?

Steel is edible in this world.

Cheese

Tea (specific types named are Chamomile, Earl Gray, and Mint tea)

Noodle Soup

Soup

Salt

Pepper

Macarons?

Juice

Tacos

Carnitas?

Pretzels

Cauliflower stew

Berries

Bananas

Celery

Ice cream sandwiches

Muffins

Chili

Hot sauce

Chicken nuggets

Tomatoes

Smoothies

S’mores

Marshmallows

Graham crackers

Sprinkles

Icing

Breakfast cereal

Whipped cream

Bubble gum (even long after you chew it, it doesn’t lose its flavor)

Sunny side up eggs

Donuts

Hot dogs

Cheesy puff snacks

Fried foods on a stick (there are even fried sticks on a stick, so sticks/twigs are edible in this world)

Burgers

Cakes

Caviar and truffles? (There’s a restaurant in the Unikingdom called Caviar and Truffles by Giovanni.)

Bacon

Ice cream (comes in different flavors, including a mystery flavor)

Butter

Ketchup

Milk

Sandwiches

Finger sandwiches

Poke? (Dr. Fox mentions a restaurant called Poke Bowl, but it’s never seen.)

Apples

Radishes

Barbecue (there are barbecue grills)

Rutabaga

Cauliflower

Peanut butter

Jelly (I think; the title card of What’s Grampa Eating looks like peanut butter and jelly)

Cranberry sauce

Pie

Popcorn (there are popcorn stands)

Subs

Hoagies

Jam

Waffles

Pancakes

Pizza (mostly pepperoni)

Hot chocolate

Beans

Coffee

Cupcakes

Salads

Bags of chips

Brownies

Churros

Sushi? (There’s playground equipment that looks like sushi rolls.)

Chicken? Turkey?

Chicken/turkey legs

Macaroni

Hot Sauce

Sauerkraut

Ketchup

Pickles

Salt and vinegar chips

Bite-sized candies

Gumballs

Chocolate bars (that can be filled like Milky Ways and Twix bars)

Candy canes

Peppermint bark

Taffy

Lollipops (such as Lickypops)

Cinnaburns

Sweet Buns

Chocolate Caesar bars

Peppers

Cherries

French fries

Watermelons

Baguettes

Bagels

Wheat bread

Snacks served in vending machines

Thai food? (One of the Unikingdom citizens, Batty, runs a Thai food restaurant)

Pineapples

Trail mix

Broccoli

Ice pops

Pudding (like the bad vibes pudding)

Unikingdom Fashion and Dress Code:

The people of the Unikingdom don’t usually wear clothes. They’re pretty selective about it

Even during the winter, the people can play in the snow wearing nothing but a pom pom hat and a scarf. Even Hawkodile does despite hawks and crocodiles being cold blooded, but normal logic does not apply in this show

Some people DO wear clothes all the time. Dr. Fox is always wearing her lab coat and some pants, or is fully dressed in some other articles of clothing

Hawkodile usually wears nothing but a pair of shorts, his sunglasses, and his boxing gloves

Flower crowns? (Unikitty gives one to Hawkodile for protecting the gang in one episode, so are they a symbol of gratitude?)

Boots?

Berets? (Worn by film directors, and worn with formal outfits?)

Puffy chef toques and aprons worn by cooks, and when cooking

Plaid shirts and light jeans worn by home renovators/architects

Wide-brimmed, round sunhats are worn in hot weather

Lab coats and glasses/goggles are worn by scientists in the kingdom

Black jumpsuits/ski masks are worn by thieves and criminals

Prisoners wear gray and orange boiler suits

There are MJ-ish fedora hats

Rulers wear yellow crowns, but Unikitty doesn’t?

Shorts

Coats

Hats

Shirts

Socks

Masks (in an episode where Puppycorn bought a mask, one of them looked like a sugar skull)

Tutus

Baseball caps

Top hats

Sweater vests, visors, ties, caps, and collared shirts are worn when people play golf

Multicolored safety hats and suits

Ugly limited edition sneakers exist

Headbands

Life vests

There are specific safety vests Hawkodile uses:

Laser proof vests

Teddy bear proof vests

Bee proof vests- they look like beekeeping suits

Ice ray proof vests

Insult proof vests- they are armed with mechanical hands that pop out and knock you back when you insult their wearer

Long, wild hair and dramatic makeup for rock and metal fashion

Flamurtle has a Mohawk

Pocketed khakis?

Fanny packs/waist bags

Cozy sweaters

Cheerleading outfits have white, long-sleeved shirts, navy blue skirts, pants, and a rainbow U.

Other cheer outfits are purple two-piece uniforms with orange edges

And powder blue sleeveless uniforms with yellow edges

Pom poms can be any color

Hiking shirts, coonskin caps, ascots, stringed hats, and backpacks are work for camping and hiking

People sleep with hair rollers, even when they don’t have hair

Purses are worn by old people

Fun and silly costumes are worn on certain occasions, such as the gang dressing up in submarine sweaters and caps when they rode in Dr. Fox’s submarine. There was also an entire episode where they dressed in Batman costumes.

50s fashion- leather jackets, sunglasses, pompadours

Action Forest students and fighters wear karate uniforms.

Action fighters can wear sunglasses, bandanas, jumpsuits, boxing gloves, jackets, tank tops, and shoulder/elbow/knee pads. They’re usually armed with a weapon or two.

Jewelry:

Earrings

Necklaces

Bracelets

Can be made of gems or pearls

Swimsuits:

One-piece swimsuits

Swim trunks

Pool floaties (float toys and inflatable arm bands)

Tank tops and whistles are worn by lifeguards

Swim caps are worn by old folks

Winter clothes:

Scarves

Coats and pants

Earmuffs

Pom pom hats

Underwear:

Briefs

Tank tops

Formal clothes:

Poofy gowns/dresses

Tuxedos, ties, and bow ties (of any size; Puppycorn had a comically large bow tie that he wore on his head in one episode)

Pajamas:

Night caps

Matching shirts and pants

Onesies (can have bows on them)

“Cool” outfits can consist of:

Cool sunglasses/shades/reflective sunglasses

Pearl necklaces

Heeled boots

Cool, shiny baseball caps

Gold chains

Puffy skirts

Hoop earrings

Gem earrings

Pearl earrings

Sick, wicked, awesome gems (aka SWAG)

Gold coins

Headbands

Headbands that you tie back (Hachimaki?)

Swoopy hair/wigs

Pompadours

Animal print shirts

Jackets with popping collars

Cutoff jeans

High top shoes

Patterned pants

Sweatshirts

Roller skates (can have rockets if the wearer wants)

Striking cool poses can actually make things colder and freeze things

Anything lame counteracts that, melting all the cool

Cool poses can come in literally any shape

Examples of cool poses:

Pizzazz (a zigzag shape)

Puzzle piece

Bathroom sink

”Night steed?” “Fiesty?” I don’t really know what Hawkodile said

Jazz panther

Funky cowboy

Resplendence

Head rotation

Squinty eyes

Duck lips

The infinity gaze- the coolest of cool poses!

Unikingdom Queer Culture:

People of all genders are respected in the Unikingdom. (“Sir, or ma’am or neither, I don’t wanna be presumptuous…” “Ladies and gentlemen and everyone in between!” These are real quotes said by Unikitty.)

Same-gender couples are also respected

Queer people can have kids!

Other than this, there’s not that much info on queerness and queer culture in the Unikingdom

Unikingdom History:

Other than character backstories, almost nothing is known about the Unikingdom’s history. It’s just kinda there.

In this world, movies were invented by Really Old Edith.

She was also the champion of cheerleading 100 years in a row.

Her book, The Most Interesting Story Ever Told, took her 110 years to write.

Hardcore skaters were wiped out forever in the Skaterz Stuntz Gamez, and their hardcore ghosts are believed to haunt the ramps.

Dr. Fox studied hard and earned a PhD in science. But where?

Richard’s past is unknown, but he has a criminal record?

Hawkodile and Eagleator’s whole backstory together. Sensei Falcomodo is implied to have raised them. They trained together in the dojo. But… Eagleator destroyed it? And it’s still destroyed to this day?! Also, did he kill Sensei Falcomodo?

Hawkodile is orphaned, and he never met his birth parents.

Eagleator says that his family was kidnapped by bandits, and he’s running out of time. It’s also implied he has a baby sibling, but we never see them or find out who they are.

There are occasional s’mores wars in the Unikingdom between graham crackers and marshmallows, but how far back do they go?

Lego beings can grow and age like people do.

Really Old Edith is over 110 years old, so it seems they can go on living for a very long time.

In one episode, Unikitty says, “Before the castle was built, I told the castle builders to surprise me!”

When was the castle built?

When was the Unikingdom founded?

Who founded the Unikingdom?

Unikingdom Transportation:

People drive around in cars, vans, and trucks

Many cars are colorful convertibles

They also often get around on foot

If they want to, they can transform their bodies to put wheels on them

In fact, they can transform themselves into any of the vehicles listed here

Planes, with party lights on the aisle floor

Scooters, skateboards, and bikes are used

Unikitty has her cloud car.

Puppycorn has his trike.

It looks like people don’t need a license to drive, since kids like them can do it

Does anyone else have cloud cars or trikes like theirs?

People do have to take pilot’s tests to fly a plane, though (I mentioned this earlier)

Sports cars

Rigs (can be attached to trucks and vans)

Ambulances

Helicopters

Roller coasters are used as a form of transport (Puppycorn implemented roller coaster highways for a while in one episode)

People drive roller coaster wagons (This isn’t seen in the show, but it is a mini Lego set)

Ships (pirate ships, cargo ships, and cruise ships)

Rafts

Sailboats

Flying toasters

Hot air balloons

Steam rollers

Vehicles can turn into mechas

Vehicles can also be armed with cannons and such. (The roller coaster wagon Lego set has a disc launcher. Even when they aren’t mechas, Unikitty’s cloud car and Puppycorn’s trike both have cannons)

Motorcycles

Baby carriages

Blimps

Submarines

Double-decker sightseeing buses

Trains (Richard mentions reading a book about them)

Paddle subs (and paddle boats)

Space exploration has gone very far, with all the rockets Unikitty and her friends travel in

#Unikitty!#Unikitty #Unikitty show #observations #worldbuilding #fantasy worldbuilding #society #culture #fantasy culture #fantasy society #Unikingdom #The Unikingdom

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It´s been a long, long time

Chapter 99

"Careful, steps!" Steve warned as he guided me by the hand, and I tried to sneak a peek over my blindfold.

"I don't think you needed to blindfold me just to show me the new kitchen appliances," I protested, almost tripping over the very steps he'd just mentioned.

It had been nearly a year since they started building the house. The harsh winter delayed construction, but it was supposed to be just a few more months until completion. Steve had brought me here today because the kitchen installation was finished, and he couldn’t wait to show me. I’d always loved cooking, though life rarely gave me the time for it. With my dream kitchen on the way, I hoped it would reignite that passion.

"Okay, you can take it off now," Steve said, his excitement palpable. I pulled off the blindfold, expecting to see some shiny new appliances. Instead, we were standing in the living room—fully furnished, with the fireplace lit and crackling.

"What is this?" I asked, furrowing my brow as I looked around. The massive TV hung on the wall, the cozy couch I’d been gushing over for months was sitting right in front of me, and the kitchen behind us had the exact cabinets I’d picked out months ago.

Steve just grinned, his expression wide with mischief. "It's done."

"What do you mean it's done?" I asked, running my fingers over the couch's soft fabric in disbelief.

He shrugged, still grinning. "I gave the builders a little extra incentive in the form of a huge bonus... and promised to show up to their kids' birthdays as Captain America, so... it's done."

"Like... done done? We can move in done?" I asked, eyebrows raised in disbelief.

Steve nodded enthusiastically and took my hand, guiding me into the kitchen. My smile grew wider as I ran my hand over the cool, smooth marble countertops. I could already picture myself cooking, baking, and creating in this space, something that had always felt like a distant dream.

"Almost all of our stuff is already here," he said, his voice full of excitement. "We can spend our first night here tonight, but... there’s still something missing." His expression suddenly turned more serious, catching me off guard.

I frowned, looking around, wondering what could possibly be missing. Everything seemed perfect. But then my breath caught in my throat as I saw him slowly kneel in front of me, a little black box in his hand. The lid was open, and inside, a sparkling diamond ring glinted under the soft kitchen lights.

"I want to spend our first night here with you as my fiancée," Steve said, his voice filled with emotion, "and many more nights after that as my wife." His eyes shone with the same brilliance as the diamond, full of love and hope for the future.

My heart raced as I clapped my hands over my mouth in shock—first the house, now this. I took a deep breath, glancing around at our new home, and at that moment, I could see it. I could see myself being his wife, living in this house, feeling happy and content.

Tears threatened to spill, but I bit my lip and nodded, my voice trembling as I said, "Yes, let's get married."

The moment those words left my lips, Steve's smile grew so wide I thought it might hurt, and he let out a breath as if he had been holding it in. It was almost like he hadn’t been sure what my answer would be.

With steady hands, he slipped the ring onto my finger, and I couldn’t hold back any longer—I threw my arms around him. My hands cupped his face as I whispered, "I love you," before kissing him with all the love and gratitude I could muster.

We pulled back, both of us flushed, and I grinned. "So, Mr. Prepared, don’t tell me the wedding guests are already upstairs waiting," I teased.

Steve laughed, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "No, no guests... but our bedroom is ready." He raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk spreading across his face. "Wanna try it out?"

I couldn’t help but laugh along with him, feeling the weight of the moment shift into something light and exciting. "Well, how could I say no to that?" I replied, my grin matching his.

"After you, Mrs. Rogers," Steve said with a playful smile, motioning for me to head up the stairs. But the words caught me off guard, and I froze. He noticed my hesitation almost instantly, his brow furrowing with concern. "Something wrong?"

I swallowed, feeling a knot form in my chest. I had always thought I'd take my husband's name when I married, but now that it was real, something inside me hesitated. It felt like I would be giving up the last piece of Bucky if I changed my name—something I hadn't realized I was holding onto so tightly.

"I... I don’t know," I admitted softly, my voice barely above a whisper as I tried to make sense of the emotions swirling inside. "I never thought it would feel like this, but... letting go of my name feels like letting go of him."

Steve’s expression softened, but I could see a flicker of understanding in his eyes mixed with something more—something hopeful. He stepped closer and gently took my hands. "I get it," he said softly. "I know Bucky will always be a part of your life, of our lives. He’s important to both of us. But having my name doesn’t mean you have to give that up. It just means we’re building something new, something together."

He paused, lifting one of my hands to his lips. "I want you to be my wife, with my name—not because I need you to forget Bucky, but because I want us to share everything, including that. I want the world to know you're mine, that we're in this together, fully."

I was all in. I loved Steve—he grounded me when I felt like falling apart. It felt unfair to hold on to Bucky's name, a love from the past, while my future was standing right in front of me. Steve deserved all of me.

"You’re right, I’m sorry I hesitated," I said, squeezing his hands as I took a deep breath. "Mrs. Rogers it is," I added with a smile.

He bent down and kissed me gently before pulling back with a grin. "Wanna see the upstairs now?" he asked.

I nodded, and we walked up the stairs hand in hand. He led me into our bedroom, where the king-size bed was neatly arranged with decorative cushions, a vanity with a large light-up mirror sat in the corner, and a spacious walk-in closet beckoned from the side.

The guest room was next, with soft light blue walls, white furniture, and windows overlooking the pool area outside. Then, Steve guided me to another room. It was completely empty.

This was the extra room that still had no purpose—a potential nursery. I stepped inside, surveying the empty space and envisioning its future.

"I know we have the basement, but we could use it as a storage room... it doesn't have to be a nursery," Steve said, standing in the doorway with his arms crossed.

"But you want it to be a nursery," I countered, meeting his gaze.

He shrugged, a gentle smile softening his features. "No, I want you to be happy. I want what you want."

I tilted my head, remembering the look on his face when I had dismissed the idea earlier. "Steve... I remember your expression when I said there was no need for a nursery."

"Doesn't matter," he replied, his shrug more determined this time.

I took a step closer, feeling the weight of the moment. "Yes, it does. Admit it, you want to have children."

He sighed, uncrossing his arms. "Yeah, I do want kids, but... we’ve been through so much. I know it’s hard, but I feel like this is our chance. The only thing standing in the way of us having a family was my job."

I thought back to the day he had told me he couldn't run away with me because people needed him. His sense of duty had always overshadowed our desires, prioritizing the world’s problems over our own.

"I need time," I whispered. "I know it's been years, but I'm still scared. Therapy is helping—I really think I’ve been getting better... don’t you agree?"

He closed the distance between us, holding my hands gently. "That’s okay. Take all the time you need and yes, I agree, you are getting better."

I sighed in relief; this day had been a rollercoaster of emotions, and I felt utterly exhausted. Slumping into Steve’s arms, he embraced me and planted a soft kiss on my head.

"I know today has been a lot. Let’s just settle in for the night, and I’ll order us some food," he said gently.

"Chinese," I replied, a smile breaking through my fatigue.

He chuckled, "Too tired for a whole sentence?"

I nodded, grinning as warmth spread through me. We spent our first night in our new home, wrapped in each other’s arms as future Mr. and Mrs. Rogers.

Next Chapter

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saintgoths · 2 years ago

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LEVI ACKERMAN X READER - AND HE BITES THE BULLET. [AOT AU]

[PART FOUR TO THE REALM'S DIAMOND SERIES].

WORD COUNT - 2,357.

RATING - G+. [mentions of sex and somewhat of angst].

[she also has other pairings thus the hashtags but its mainly levi x reader]. comments, liking, following and reblogging would be appreciated!

SUMMARY - word gets out that levi has become your main suitor and a certain yeager is unhappy about it.

previous chapter - chapter three.

Newspapers handed to every civilian that had walked past the official newspaper stands, bicycle boys throwing rolled papers against the front doors of homes, and the workers who had not been on the small vehicles had delivered the paper objects to people who walked by them and to people who sat on outdoor café appliances; currently, Eren had sat with Sir. Jean Kirstein who had examined the printed words he had delicately held, Eren had his leg against his lower leg, his body sat on the silver chair loosely, bored as he had watched people hike by him.

Eren had read the paper and the moment he read the first few words he had immediately put his paper down, everyone had been speaking about it, the main topic of the newspaper that had involved the words of Levi Ackerman becoming the suitor, chiefly, the main suitor of [Y/N] van Richesse.

Both Jean and Eren had waited for Armin to join their day at the café and as each second had grown, Eren had found himself to become more impatient than the last.

“What’s with the look?” Jean questioned, he had noticed that his friend had a certain scowl on his face the moment he had picked up the paper, and without answer, Eren had pulled his top hat lower down his face which had caused the Kirstein man to sit up, suspicious of the man’s cold demeanour. “Do you know [Y/N] van Richesse?” Jean curiously questioned, slowly, he had put down the opened newspaper and forwardly reached for his hot brewed tea.

Reticent, Eren shrugged his shoulders, “Something like that, we’re just old acquittances, I just didn’t expect [Y/N] to want Levi as a suitor.”

In silence, Jean agreed with Eren’s claim, “I wonder what she did to have Levi want to become a suitor.”

“She’s a very persuasive person,” Eren replied and with his eyebrows furrowed, Jean put his tea down after he took a sip from it.

“How do you know that?”

Slightly irritated, Eren pressed his lips into a thin line as he had thought of an answer, yet ere the Yeager man could say anything, Lady Sinclair had walked towards the both of them, aware of her presence, Jean properly sat up on his chair as he reached for her hand to greet her. “Lady Jane,” Jean smiled and kindly, the noblewoman had lightly bowed to the two gentleman who had sat around the large silver table that had been accompanied by their hot drinks and papers. “Eren, meet my new friend Lady Sinclair, Lady Sinclair, meet an old friend of mine, Sir Eren Yeager.”

“Sir. Yeager,” Jane gently greeted and silently, Eren bowed his head towards the woman while Jean had pulled a seat for the woman to sit on.

“Lady Jane is a close friend to [Y/N], she introduced me to Lady Sinclair yesterday,” Jean explained and unmoved, Eren laid his eyes on the objects that had rested in front of him.

Awkward, Lady Jane had sat up on the chair Sir. Kirstein had pulled out for her, to Jean, Lady Jane had been a breath of fresh air, chiefly due to Eren’s current and sunken demeanour. “Have you seen the good news?” Lady Jane optimistically questioned and gently bitter, Eren had moved his head towards Lady Jane so he could take a look at her.

“Yes,” Eren dryly replied, and intrigued by his attitude, Jane sat up.

“By your body language, I can tell you don’t like the news,” Jane curiously muttered and humoured, Jean gently scoffed at Jane’s observation. “Do you like Lady [Y/N] van Richesse?”

Dismayed by her forward question, Jean moved his sight towards the dark-haired man who had held a light stumped expression in response. “I mean who wouldn’t,” Lady Jane reassured, “[Y/N] is stunning as the word gets, I’m pretty sure you’re not the only person who is bitter with her final choice.”

“I mean, if you liked her, you should’ve attempted to become her suitor,” Jane directed and silent, Jean beckoned his head in agreement while he could see from the corner of his eyes a certain blond make his way to their table.

“It’s not like I can,” Eren replied, and confused, Jean and Jane briskly glanced at each other, “I’m not allowed to.”

“How comes?” Jean asked and as much as Eren had wanted to keep the secret to himself, the bitterness that [Y/N] had not been able to choose him, or even attempt to scout him had taken over, while Armin had arrived to the table, he had quickly and quietly greeted everyone as he sat on the extra and last chair that had been under the rounded silver table.

Though, Eren was sure that none of them would tell a soul about the affair the two of them used to share, and the second Sir. Armin Arlet appeared, the Yeager man had peeled his mouth open, his eyes laced with motive and discretion. “Her parents thought I wanted to take her virginity.”

Stunned, the taken table committed to a brief silence, and observant of the previous information Eren had told Jean, the taller man lightly furrowed his eyebrows. “You said you didn’t really know her.”

“I was lying,” Eren forwardly replied, and jealous, he slowly rubbed the pad of his index finger and thumb together in circles. “Her parents banned us from seeing each other, in their minds, they did it before I could do anything, but little do they know they were a bit too late.”

“Too late?” The other three said in sync, Armin had barely been in the conversation but he had known of his close friend’s thoughts and feelings so deeply that, he had already comprehended what the Yeager man, and the rest of the group had been speaking about the second he arrived to the small gathering.

His satisfaction being insignificant, Eren couldn’t help but bring himself to marginally smile at their responses. “Like I said, [Y/N] can be very persuasive.”

Levi had currently wanted to shove his head through a bread slicer, as much as he loved his mother, and cared for his, Uncle Kenny, he had wished for the two people to drown in silence. The man had currently closed his book and reached for his tea while he had listened to the numerous complaints from his mother, Kuchel.

Annoyed was an understatement when it came to what Kuchel had currently felt, she hadn’t been irritated because Levi had promised himself to a van Richesse, she had currently felt this way because she was never told about the connection the two had allegedly shared.

“You’ll see her soon, Kuchel,” Kenny slowly sneered, he had currently had his face slightly covered by his hand and hat, he had leaned against the sill of the window that he recently opened to let in the fresh air into the room that had been filled with the scent of tea and rich cigar.

While Levi had drank his tea quietly, he had focused himself on the newspaper he had held in his hand. “It’s just that you had never told me about her, well, people did speak about the dance you two had shared in the Annual Ball, but you had said it was nothing for me to over-think about, and that’s what I did, I didn’t over-think about it, but look where it got me, finding out that my son had promised himself a suitor to the Realm’s Diamond,” she had loudly huffed when she had finished her sentence, her chest strong then relaxed while she pursed her lips in frustration and to save his mother from the further inflamed emotions, the short man had moved his dark orbs towards the profile of his matriarch.

“I didn’t know it was going to go that far,” Levi clearly answered, his eyes hooded, uninterested to carry on the conversation, but the Ackerman had known how stubborn his mother could be, and with his uncle who had willingly invited himself into the room, Levi and his mother privately shared, the grey eyed man had understood that this discussion was not going to be put to rest any time soon.

Heavily, Levi’s uncle snorted in disbelief. “Where did you want it to go? I was able to see through your lies, nephew, whenever you joined my business trips to the van Richesse home I easily discovered you had tagged along just to see that pretty thing,” quickly, Levi had darted his gaze towards the direction of the taller man, he had that smug look Levi despised but grew to tolerate.

Unhappily, Levi clicked his tongue as he could feel the surprised yet scrutinising look his mother had on her face. “Levi?” She hushedly called out, yet unresponsive, the man had resumed to sip on his tea. With her hands on her lap, Kuchel had moved her gaze contra her brother. “When do I get to meet the girl? It’s been a long time since Levi had introduced a girl to me, ever since---” though, before the woman could complete her sentence, her son had hastily jumped to his feet, as much as he had wanted to keep himself calm and collected, the second he had realised who his mother had attempted to mention, the youngest Ackerman had silently stormed out of the sitting room he had previously been in.

With her shoulders dropped, Kuchel quickly clicked her tongue in annoyance as she picked up the newspaper Levi once held, “What a temper he has,” Kuchel muttered and stiffly, Kenny croaked out a laugh.

“I wonder where he gets that from,” he began, “probably from his dad.”

Quickly, Kuchel had sent a short look that had pushed the taller Ackerman into a fit of laughter, lightly annoyed, the woman had shaken her head ere she resumed her task to read about the current news.

As much as you had been happy about the news, you had wanted a break from all the ruckus that had been happening in your home, your mother planning dates and your father already thinking about the guest lists, ere you had left the van Richesse manor you had informed your servants that you had planned to buy fruits on your own.

Normally, you would’ve been assisted but you thought it would’ve been healthy for you, on the other hand, it was getting late, and you had bought the fruits you had informed the people from your manor you were buying, suggesting that if you had arrived back home empty handed you were aware you would’ve been bombarded by series of questions.

“I finally get to see you again.”

Quickly, you had turned around to see the owner of the voice, on one hand, you didn’t need to twist your gaze on the figure to recognise the tone. You knew who it was very well, you were able to recognise the voice before a full sentence was formed.

“Eren,” you gently smiled while you had pulled the strong strap of your basket higher up your arm. “Good to see you,” you kindly gestured with your head, you hadn’t planned to stay to speak with him, considering the two of you had shared that time during the annual ball, his appearance had reminded you the way he had touched you, and the way he rubbed his fingers around your clit and fucked his fingers into your cunt, stiffly, you closed your jaw just as you pushed the memories to the back of your mind.

“[Y/N],” he spelled out, he had reached for you the moment he noticed you had tried to leave him, he wasn’t strong with his grip but the hold was able enough for you to stop your exit. You hadn’t turned to look at him, your gaze directed towards the path you had opted to use to return back home. “I’ve seen the newspapers.”

Reticent, you had nodded your head while you pulled your limb away from him. “Good.” You muttered and as you had attempted to leave again, quickly, the taller being had stood in front of you, his hands had rebounded into his pockets and the circle of the top-hat had darkened his features.

“Are you happy with your choice?” He slowly questioned; and sarcastically humoured, you had looked up at the Yeager man, your eyebrows furrowed and your orbs glinted with contempt.

“Of course, I’m happy, I think anyone who would’ve been able influence Levi to become their suitor would’ve been happy with the outcome,” you confidently replied, you took a short stride with pride, your eyes levelled with the man’s green orbs. “You out of all people should know how persuasive I am when it comes to getting things I want.”

Pungent, Eren pulled his face away from her, his emotions astringent and acid-like. “It’s not like you could’ve been my suitor,” you drawled out and his conscience sour, Eren had pressed his lips into a thin line. With short time, Eren had surveyed the woman who stood in front of him, how much you had changed, perhaps your association with the Ackerman family had blossomed your arrogance, he thought.

“And if the two of us weren’t forbidden from seeing each other, would you have accepted me to be your suitor?”

Silent, you had stared at him, utterly surprised of the inquiry he had asked. Shameful, of his own hopeless behaviour, Eren had forced himself to not pout in forlorn as he waited for your answer.

Finally, when you had gathered your brief answer, you had stood confidently straight, your jaw tight as you had looked on the delicate features on his face. You were Levi’s and, Levi was yours, and there was no one you could’ve thought that would’ve been able to replace the way he had communicated with you, touched you and made you laugh, chiefly with his dry humour.

“No,” you eventually responded. “No I wouldn’t have,” you finalised and without demurral and hesitation, you had finally walked away from the Yeager man and started your trip back to your home.

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