#the last thing i want is to cause problems for him

[wxwrites]

she wants me

(sevika x fem!reader, afab reader, she/her pronouns for reader, praise, fingering, cunnilingus, softdom!sevika, sub!reader, bottom!reader, exhibitionism? not beta/proof read!) men, minors dni

your painfully annoying ex-boyfriend shows up to cause problems. sevika shows him exactly what he lost.

Your ex was persistent. Like… persistent– to the point of it being utterly overbearing. Your shabby apartment was no longer a safe place to stay at, as he would randomly show up at any and all odd hours he could find. Thus, one of your closest friends, Sevika, has offered you temporary relief in her own home.

Your friendship began almost three years ago when you began serving at The Last Drop, her attention was immediately drawn to how disgustingly nice you were. While she brushed off your kind words and attempts at friendship initially, she grew fond of you over time.

Presently, It’s been almost two months since you and your ex-boyfriend broke up. The man was absolutely obsessed with you. He was a manipulative, ugly, greedy little sump-rat who refused to leave you alone. While Sevika had no issues with putting him into the ground for his constant awful behavior, you and your tender heart continued to tell her off. 

In an attempt to pull you out of your own festering anxieties, Sevika drags you out to The Last Drop, trying to brighten your mood from the traumatic relationship. 

Now, you’re sitting next to her as she deals out the stack of playing cards to the men at the circular table. You’re dressed in some torn tights, small shorts, a cropped vest with a tattered t-shirt beneath it, accompanied by chunky boots. One leg is crossed over the other as you silently nurse your drink, peeking over at Sevika’s cards. You had never been someone who enjoys cards much, and playing against Sevika would’ve been a losing game anyway. 

There are never really any good nights in Zaun, there’s always the underlying anxiety of ‘maybe today is the day we all get raided and killed.’ So, tonight is going just about as well as it could, realistically. Sevika is winning (as per usual) and you feel slightly at peace, grateful for the fact that she had drawn you out of your blanket-filled cocoon inside of her house. 

Another deck is shuffled out, more shots are thrown back, and you finally feel a little less tense. Not drunk– it was never something you particularly enjoyed, but it was enough for you to drop your shoulders from your ears and slump back against the booth. 

“My little good luck charm, hm?” She mumbles, smirking at you as she rifles through the coins that were begrudgingly slid over to her. You roll your eyes playfully in retaliation, smiling softly and finishing off the last little bit of your drink.

She leans down to press her full lips to your neck, grinning as you gasp. She keeps her strong arm around you as she places a few more chaste kisses, finalizing her ministrations with a sharp nip to the edge of your jaw. “Thank you, sweetheart,” she murmurs, pressing another kiss to the top of your head.

You move your eyes from her, to the table, and then to the crowd, absorbing the scene of Zaun’s nightlife growing. In the group of bodies dancing and bustling you spot the very last thing you wanted to see: Your ex-boyfriend. Staring directly at you. 

“Sev,” you gasp quietly, which immediately snatches her attention. She looks at you first, then follows your gaze over to the crowd– immediately landing on him. Her face twists into a deep snarl as she catches his gaze.

She slams her cards down and abruptly stands up, “Everyone, out!” she growls. In return, several patrons immediately scurry out, and the rest sit in fear. “I said go, now!” she adds, which eventually forces the rest of them out. 

Quick minutes pass by and you’re left stuck in the bar with Sevika and your ex. “Sevika, can we please just leave,” you huff out, standing up next to her. 

“Sit your ass back down,” she hisses, pushing your shoulder gently. Rather than arguing with her as you normally would, you concede this time. You huff out annoyedly before plopping back down, knocking your boot against the base of the table.

She steps over you, placing a large hand on the back of your head as she does so— a fleeting, comforting touch. “Sev, seriously,” you repeat irritably, reaching for the tail of her cloak. She swats your hand away before silently moving forward, slowly treading towards the man in the center of the room. 

“What do you want?” She snaps, crossing her arms over her chest as she stops in front of him. She stands over him, forcing him to crane his head up if he wants a half decent look at her.

Puffing his chest out, he responds with a short, “I just wanna talk to her,” and nods towards you. Irritation flares in your chest at his words and Sevika scoffs bitterly. “She doesn’t wanna talk. You dense?” she mocks back, sending you a brief glance.

“I think we should just go,” you say, attempting to dismiss the situation before it gets out of hand. She raises a hand at you, a silent gesture to stop talking before you make her mood even worse. 

You quickly snap your jaw shut, huffing in defeat as she reverts her attention back to the fuming man less than fifteen from you. The very same man who nearly ruined your life for two, excruciatingly long years. You clench your jaw and train your gaze on the seemingly very interesting scotch glass in front of you.

You drum your nails against the table anxiously, overhearing a “fuck you, she’s a stupid sleazy whore anyway,” from the skrunkly-faced man. This causes her to seethe, and you barely register the movement before her metal claws are wrapped tightly around his throat.

“She’s a what?” She questions nastily, pulling him in. “She’s nothing but a piece of ass,” he tacks on, attempting to keep up the tough bravado he is rapidly losing. As her grip tightens, he attempts to stammer out an apology but all she does is shake her head and pout mockingly at him.

The words settle harshly in your chest, causing you to shift in the booth uncomfortably. 

She flings his body to the ground, stepping on his back to keep his body pressed into hard flooring. She crouches down unevenly and leans in next to his ear, “you’re better off keeping your mouth shut for the rest of the night.” She hisses, lifting her foot off of him.

And the poor, unbelievably stupid man opens his mouth again. “I’m surprised you still keep her around. She’s grown boring— dry.” He spits out venomously.

You snap your head over towards them, feeling the shame morph into a different form of anger. You watch Sevika narrow her eyes at him before she scoffs bitterly and raises her foot up again. This time, her foot meets his jaw, and you hear a crack, and the yelp he lets out.

She straightens herself back up and rolls out her neck and shoulders, smirking down at his tattered form. She turns back towards your startled and half-ass trembling form, and her face softens into something more tender. 

The man attempts to push himself back up, but she quickly turns around and swipes his hands from beneath him, causing him to crash back into the ground.

“Stay the fuck down.” She says, punctuating her sentence with another jab to his ribs. He shakes beneath her cruel eyes, giving her a sheepish nod.

You really shouldn’t feel the familiar heat pool between your legs while you watch her, but it’s so hard when she just looks so fucking good. All big muscles, broad shoulders, scarred and tanned skin. She’s like a walking goddess— one you would dutifully worship if given the chance to.

She walks back towards you and reaches over to grab the still half-full glass of hers on the table. She knocks it back quickly and clears her throat after, finally looking back down at you.

“You okay, baby?” She inquires sweetly, tilting your chin up with the side of her index finger. 

You nod in response, still shocked into silence as you watched the scene unfold.

“You don’t believe him, do you?” She asks you, stroking her thumb over the bridge of your nose, and then over your cheekbone. You look away shamefully, knowing that you shouldn’t, but you can’t help the guilty pit that forms in your stomach.

“Oh, pretty girl— you truly don’t see how wrong he is?” She asks, giving you a sympathetic look.

“No, I— it’s not that,” you attempt to stammer out, but it’s hard when she’s looking down at you, almost predatorily. 

She picks up on your growing arousal— the flushed skin and barely dampened hairline. “Would you stand up for me, sweet thing?” She requests, tugging on the collar of your shirt gently. 

You nod immediately and stand up at her request, wrapping your fingers around her fleshed forearm. She guides you out of the seat of the booth and stops you in front of her.

You can see him writhing in pain, occasionally groaning, but he is far too scared to attempt to actually get up. 

“You know, I do remember the little imbecile calling you boring and dry. But something is telling me that his claim is very wrong.” She states, dragging her thumb over your bottom lip as she licks over her own.

“I think that the sump-rat just doesn’t know how to take care of a girl properly,” she says, staring him down as she slides her fleshy hand from your jaw, down to the collar of your shirt again.

“It's such a shame too, y’know? He had such a beautiful little thing to cherish, touch… all of it. Couldn’t even manage to do that, huh?” She coos, trailing her metal claws up the back of your thigh, feeling it snag against your tights. 

You gasp as she purposefully drags her hand up, effectively tearing them. “Sevika—” you stutter, but you’re quickly cut off as her thick lips press against yours. 

“Mmpf—” you moan, eyes widening in shock. Once you adjust to the feeling, you close your eyes and  grip onto her biceps firmly, rolling your hips into hers.

She nips roughly at your bottom lip, skating her hand up to grab a handful of your ass as she walks the both of you backwards. You make a confused noise but follow her regardless, making sweet little noises against her hot mouth. 

You whimper as she turns you over and presses your chest onto the hardwood table, giving him a perfect view of both of you.

“What—” you make a confused sound, but the question is answered when her hands begin to work on the buckle of your studded belt. She leans forward and you feel as her breasts press into your back, “This okay?” She asks, stilling her hands on your hips as she waits for a response.

You nod eagerly, bracing yourself up on your forearms. “Yeah, I’m good,” you reply, taking a second to catch your breath. 

“Yeah, you feelin’ good?” she teases, pressing her lips to your neck roughly. She suckles harshly on your skin before nipping at it, sliding one of her hands beneath the waistband of your shorts. 

She teases her fingers over your clit teasingly, rubbing circles over the bundle of nerves. Your mouth drops open as you moan, grateful as you’re finally able to get some relief.

“Yeah, that’s it. Make those pretty little sounds for me,” she demands from over your shoulder, sinking her teeth into the side of your neck. The action forces you to cry out and grind yourself against her hand. 

Your attention is caught by your ex-boyfriend, still battered and bruised on the ground. He growls and spits out a protest as he watches the debauchery play out.

“Did he ever make you feel like this?” She asks, pulling her hand away from your clit so that she can shove your shorts down to your mid-thigh. 

“Answer me, baby,” she says lowly, giving you a light spank to your ass. “No, no, he didn’t,” you stammer out, gasping as you feel her metal claws dig into the meat of your ass.

“That’s right, isn’t it? But here you are, all soaked through your tights and panties.” She murmurs, moving both hands to the center of the sheen fabric. 

“I really hope you don’t like these,” she comments. And before you can protest— she tears the fabric apart, causing you to gasp and shiver simultaneously. 

Her fingers hook into the side of your panties as she yanks those down as well, rolling all of the fabric to your thighs. “Well aren’t you pretty,” she says, sliding her fingers through your folds again. You flush in embarrassment as she practically devours you with her eyes. 

“Oh, fuck— Sevika,” you whimper, clawing at the edge of the table. “This all for me?” She asks smugly, rubbing her fingers against your sensitive bud again. 

“Mhm– ahh,” you moan loudly, trying to gain more friction against her hand.

She slides a thick finger into you, grinning wolfishly as you release a wanton whine. She curls her fingers, slowly pushing them in and out of you. Her fingertips brush against the overly-sensitive and gummy walls inside of you. You nearly choke on your own voice as it feels like a live-wire is shooting through you.

“You had all of this ass and a sweet pussy to play with. But you wanted to act like a selfish, bigoted little rat and lose it all, didn’t you?” She mocks him, narrowing her eyes at him as her fingers work inside of you. 

It’s painful for him, honestly. To watch one of the most beautiful women to ever grace Zaun’s presence get laid out by her best friend over a table. It’s humiliating for him, but exhilarating for the both of you.

"Isn't she pretty?" She asks, gently raking her claws through your hair.

"Tell her she's pretty." She commands, sneering at him as he stutters.

"Yes, she's— she's pretty," he stutters, averting his gaze back to the floor.

You finally get your revenge, and she finally gets to do the things she has spent the past few years dreaming about. 

“Yeah, fuck yourself on my fingers, c’mon, doll," she mumbles, sliding a second finger into you. Her mechanical hand presses into your lower back as she presses her fingers into you faster– harder. 

You moan and writhe against the table, doing exactly as she says. The wet sounds coming from between your soft thighs are unfamiliar, something you have so rarely experienced. (Much less from anyone else.)

“F-Fuck, fuck, Sevika,” you cry out, throwing your ass back against her large hand. She licks over her bottom lip as she watches you hungrily. She kicks your legs apart, pushing her fingers further inside of you. 

“She ever sound like this for you?” She sneers at him, chuckling darkly at the scowl that etches onto his face.

She pulls her fingers out of you and murmurs soft apologies at your incessant whining. “One second, sweet girl,” she says, slowly lowering herself onto her knees. 

She kisses along your ass cheeks and the backs of your thighs on her way down, wrapping her hands around the fronts of your thighs. She pulls you back onto her warm, eager mouth and moans once she gets her tongue on you. 

She laps at you feverishly, digging her nails into your thighs as she holds you against her firmly. With your back arched and cheeked smushed against the table, you become the spitting image of arousal and lust.

She wraps her thick lips around your clit and sucks harshly, determined to bring you over the edge with her mouth. 

Her moans vibrate against you and heighten the already intense pleasure. “Mmf— I’m gonna, ha,” you gasp. You feel her nod against you, a silent encouragement. 

You nearly scream out in pleasure as your vision blanks out and a white heat surges from between your legs, and up your body. Quiet sobs wrack through you as the orgasm washes over you, wave after wave, and your thighs begin to tremble. 

You reach back with a weak hand to push her away from you, continuing to suck in shaky breaths.

“‘Vika, please,” you beg, and she finally lets up. She presses a final sloppy kiss to your pussy and then back up your thighs.

She wraps an arm around your front and hauls you back, holding you against her. With you almost all the way up, she tilts your head towards her with her tanned hand and presses a wet kiss to your mouth. 

Her metal arm holds you up as she gently pries your mouth open with her tongue, shoving your slick into your mouth. You moan at the taste and the feeling, reaching back to tangle your fingers through her hair. 

She pulls away and looks back at him, “I hope you learned something from this. Now get the fuck out,” she snaps meanly, keeping your face in place. 

The trembling man scrambles up and ushers out of the bar, leaving the two of you in a long-awaited peace.

“You feeling alright?” she asks, gently thumbing over one of your nipples. You nod tiredly, “yeah, ‘m okay,” you mumble, biting your bottom lip softly. 

“Good, because you’re not sleeping tonight,” she replies, pressing another firm kiss to your lips.

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[kaivenom]

This is a silly one but I’ve always found it interesting to see! Maybe the strawhats (platonic) with a very self-sacrificing reader? Like they don’t notice how genuinly bad it is until a big ultimatum where the reader happily just goes in head first to die for them knowing there’s no hope of saving them (but the strawhats do save them and now they all are kinda realising that maybe the reader isn’t just a bit of a reckless idiot)

I would have requested the dilfs for this but they fit more also LOVE all your writings and LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVEEEE the dilf content . Hope you’re having a good day!

The strawhats crew with a self-sacrificing!reader

Masterlist

You are on the nursery room of the ship and can hear all the yells on the deck.

You can't hear the words but you can sense that they are angry. You start to feel sad because they are angry at you.

Then Chopper came back and started to check the bandages without saying a word.

"I'm sorry that you are mad at me, next time i would do it right."

Chopper looked at you and started crying while catching your hand.

"Please don't do that again, we don't want there to be a next time of this..."

You nodded and Chopper left the room, you were shocked that he said that, why would there no be another time? sacrificing for the team it's your thing, that's why you are worthy to the team.

The next weeks, while you recover, all your crewmates seem extremely careful and attentive with you.

Sanji prepares your favourite food and sits with you until you finish it.

Zoro makes you take naps with him when you are too much time standing up.

Ussop tries to make up jokes to make you laugh.

Robin and Nami do a lot of girls nights with you.

Brook keeps playing your favourite tunes.

Chopper is always by your side, cheking your wounds.

Luffy is there too, but just doing Luffy things.

You aren't used to all this attention, you feel really misplaced with all of this. Even though they are being really nice, it's noticable that there is a shadow upon all of them.

Once your wounds are finally closed and Chopper gives you the medical discharge, you go to the kitchen to tell them.

But they have a stressed look, they made you sit and Luffy took the word.

"Don't you ever do that again, you are part of the team and you can't run like that to danger, once we can pass it but you do it every time like your life is worth nothing and you almost died this last time..."

"But that is my part on the team, you have a doctor, swordsman, cook... i am the cannon meat, the one who sacrifices."

You said it with a smile but all of them are frowning, you could even saw a couple of tears on someone's eyes.

Luffy banned you from going to battle and you always had someone near you.

Even Chopper started studying some psychology to do therapy seasons with you.

You at first didn't saw the problem but since they all are so annoying about that, you do as they say.

Weeks passed and you started to notice that maybe they are right, that you shouldn't run directly into danger cause that would make them sad and you all are a team.

The moment you told them you were sorry and that you understood and won't do it again, was the moment they all cried like babies and suffocated you on a hug.

From now on, you would try to be more self-conscious about danger, so you won't hurt them again.

[reflectionsofacreator]

[takes a long drink from my Arizona iced tea] so like one of the central themes for FFXV is like, growing up, sure. You know that, I know that, whatever. Coming of age, coming into your own, taking the mantle of king, whatever you wanna call it. Cool, awesome, we love a good coming of age story!

But I find the sub theme of that one to be probably the most fascinating? By and large, all the chocobros have to deal with the fallout of being lied to by the adult figures in their lives, and it's the most prevalent with Noctis and Gladio. Don't get me wrong, there's a lot of it in Ignis and Prompto too, but the particularly insidious way that Noctis and especially Gladio were lied to sometimes gets me.

See I don't even really think it was actually all that intentional. Not really a conscious act by Regis and Clarus, or the society around them? More like... I dunno, the lies that you get told by your parents as a little kid and you grow up to realize that the world is a lot different than you thought.

That being said, Noctis was absolutely lied to by his father; both about the nature of the King of Light and the idea that he'd succeed Regis as reigning monarch. Regis did it out of love, knowing that Noctis would die young, and reasoned that Noctis should get to have a relatively normal life, but it was still a lie. Gladio, likewise, was lied to by his father and Regis, told that he would be the next monarch's Shield, that he would fulfill a role that's got a pretty set expectation in their society.

See, Gladio expects Noctis to act a certain way, to act as King, and he gets increasingly frustrated when Noctis doesn't, or can't live up to that. He's not precisely wrong to expect it either, given their roles and their statues, and knowing that they're taking the throne during a full blown war. The problem is that Noctis was never taught how to be the thing that Gladio was told Noctis was going to be? And that's what causes friction with them all the time. It's fascinating, watching it play out and realizing the underlying issues with their relationships actually have very little to do with them as people and instead because of what they were told to expect from each other.

Gladio is also his own kettle of fish that I don't think the narrative is quite self aware enough to articulate properly, or even get into. Gladio falls into the trap of toxic masculinity very often -- struggling to articulate his feelings, expressing most of his feelings as anger, picking fights rather than talking about what's going on, using his strength as both a character aspect and bonus, etc. The list goes on. There's also the fact that he's sort of portrayed as a bit of a womanizer and the masculine ideal; tall, rugged, strong, etc which plays into all of that. XV plays him very straight (and straight) with these concepts, and just sort of ... expects it to be fine? Which is at odds with how the other three bros interact and are more emotionally available towards each other, leaving Gladio as one of the weaker bros in canon.

It kind of sucks too, because like, there's so much to unpack with him? His DLC is about wanting to have the strength to protect Noctis on the surface, but really when you look at it... you could also argue that the DLC is about Gladio's fears that he'll end up as dead as his dad did (ha, try that for alliteration) and the crushing weight of failure. Gladio has every right to fear his mortality, fear the fact that he is, nominally, the first in line on the battlefield and the the last defense for Noctis. If Noctis is to die, they will go through him first, and that's! Scary! But the game doesn't really get into that, hardly at all, and it makes picking up the pieces for Gladio kind of frustrating. Out of all the bros, he's the one I have to dig the most to find any kind of depth despite being prime real estate for it.

Anyways Gladio and Noctis' dynamic is fascinating if you actually start to unpack it, especially because it's built on the lies that their fathers fed them as children (that they themselves also bought into). I'd go so far to argue that between the two pairs, Noct/Gladio is in much more of a dire need to sit down and actually hash out what they are to each other, outside of their king/shield dynamic. Noct/Iggy certainly has shades of that, but Ignis has decided that they are friends and that he will defy fate if he must, let the world burn if he must, to save Noct's life. That has some depth beyond king/retainer that they're presented as. Noct/Gladio are sort of just... falling into the king/shield dynamic because they're expected to, and it sort of hampers their relationship and their communication.

I'm gonna scramble them both like eggs, probably into an omelette. They make me Think you know

[grandline-fics]

Hey, hey, hey. I'd love a love potion with katakuri if that inspires you and you have time for it 💕💕

DESCRIPTION: Love Potion- You were both only pretending to date. The feelings aren't real...right?

WARNINGS: none come to mind.

CHARACTERS: Katakuri

WORDS: 1,598

A/N: Thank you for this request @strawberry-000 this one got away with me and I hadn't intended it to get as long as it did. This is my second time writing Katakuri but I hope it was to your liking ♥️

*REQUESTS ARE OPEN*

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The smell of baking filled the streets of Hakuriki Town. Intoxicating smells perfectly blending together to create the constantly sweet and indulgent atmosphere that kept all the residents in a warm and happy mood. Well maybe not all. Sadly you couldn't exactly join the others around you in their positivity and cheer when you were trying to keep yourself restrained and polite. All you wanted was to just work but instead you had to suffer the annoyance of a coworker standing a little too close and being far too persistent.

“So we both finish our shifts at the same time today.” He began while you glared down at the dough you were kneading expertly. Quickly you forced your expression into one of false calm. You were newer to this bakery and the one trying-and failing- to charm you was the Boss’ favourite. The last thing you wanted was to cause problems and make waves this early. “What do you say you and I go for a well-deserved drink?”

“Oh that'd be fun!” You said with false enthusiasm. You’d refused him so many times already by feigning tiredness or pretending to feel unwell that you needed to try something different. Today’s tactic: ignorance of his intentions. You turned to face him with as sweet a smile you could muster as you put the tray of dough into the oven. “I’ll let the others know and we can make a night out of it. I think we could all do with a work outing after how busy this week has been, don’t you?”

“It’d be kinda awkward bringing the others on a date though.” He laughed, completely sidestepping your plan with ease. “The last thing I'd want is to make them uncomfortable, y’know?” You held back the urge to punch the man in the face. He didn't want to make the rest of your coworkers uncomfortable but had no problem doing it to you if it meant you went on a date with him? Taking things up a gear you blinked at him in surprise. 

“Date?" you repeated innocently. “Oh…I thought you were only asking me out as a friend. I'm sorry but I'm not single.”

Oh you wished you could have fully savoured the bewildered and disappointed look on his face but you were too busy training your expression, appearing apologetic for the misunderstanding. You wished it hadn’t come to this; having to lie about your love life in order to get him to back off but if it meant he stopped asking you out it would be worth it. Then your eye twitched minutely to see your coworker’s confidence slip back into his features. Even that statement wouldn’t deter him from his pursuit. “You're seeing someone? Is it serious?”

“It’s still new but I’m very happy with them.” You explained while moving to grab ingredients to start work on the next batch of pastries. Your boss hadn’t spotted you and your coworker’s idle chatter but if they did, you’d be the only one to be lectured. Not giving them the chance you set about work while gnashing your teeth in frustration, feeling your coworker follow close behind you. You could feel the questions brewing on his tongue and tried to get ahead of it, in the hopes of finally killing the conversation you never wanted to be a part of in the first place. "So happy in fact I don't think he'd take kindly to hear someone else wants to date me.”

"Who is he? I think I could win a fight against him for your affections.” The bold declaration brought a sharp laugh from your lips before you could stop it. Everything already pointed to this guy thinking he was amazing at everything but you knew to look at him he was certainly not a fighter. Quickly you cleared your throat and decided you may as well commit to the lie fully. You needed to think of someone not even his ego would compete with while also being someone who he wouldn't directly have any involvement with. You couldn’t work out why it was the first name your mind conjured but it was out of your mouth before you could come up with anyone else. "It's Katakuri.”

For the rest of the day your coworker left you alone, creating as much distance between you both as possible. Your plan had worked too well. He didn’t question you at all because only someone with a death wish would falsely claim to be seeing a member of the Charlotte Family. When your shift ended you stepped out onto the street and let out a sigh of relief only to freeze at the sight of the Minister of Flour himself leaning against the wall of the building opposite your work. From the look in his eyes you saw that he knew. Was it some sort of sadism that he let you work for hours and finish your shift before ending your life? Somehow you felt enough strength return to your legs to carry you forward the last few steps until you were in front of Katakuri. “So…public execution or imprisonment?”

“Both seem like a harsh punishment.” Katakuri began as he stepped away from the wall and you couldn't help but grow still at how calm his deep, powerful voice was. You then became confused when his eyes slid from your face to look at something behind you. “All he did was ask you out but you set him straight.” Your eyes widened and you heard a panicked squeak behind you but you couldn’t bring yourself to look away from the man in front of you. “Had he touched you however, that would be a different conversation.”

You held back a gasp when Katakuri put his arm around you and pulled you into step to walk with him down the street. As light as the action was you could feel the immense power in his hand but you didn’t feel any fear. You felt reassured and protected but your mind was racing. Were you dreaming? What was happening? There was no point in asking how he knew about your lie because the Charlotte family ruled Totto Land, they were powerful enough to learn anything they wished. When you were far enough away from your work you managed to form enough thought to speak the one question you could ask. Nervously you glanced down at his hand still against your body. “Why did you play along?”

“It’s not really important is it?” Katakuri asked, you glanced up and saw that of what you could see of his face his expression was unreadable. “I could ask why you said my name but it wouldn’t really change things. The results are the same. Your coworker won’t bother you again.”

“That may be but that only works out in my benefit.” You stated with a small tilt of your head your curiosity only growing. “What could you possibly be getting out of this little charade?”

“Who knows?” Katakuri mused, watching your lips fall into a small scowl in dissatisfaction at the answer. “You work in a bakery right? Make me some doughnuts and we can say that’s my motivation to keep up your lie for as long as you need to.”

You blinked and let out a soft laugh. Katakuri had his own personal chefs and bakers that could make him anything he desired. Why he’d want your baking baffled you but if it meant he would continue to let you use him to get out of be asked out by people you had no interest in, it was a good trade. “Are you going to break up with me if they don’t taste as good as what you’re used to?”

“Only if they’re completely inedible.” Katakuri let out a small chuckle, amused that you felt so at ease around him to joke that way. He was already aware of how good a baker you were but he said nothing. The truth of the whole situation was that when he used Brûlée’s mirro-world to enjoy his merienda in peace, she kept the mirrors connected to Hakuriki activated so he could still ensure there were no dangers to the island he was in charge of. In that time one conversation caught his attention in particular because of how persistent and grating one voice sounded. He was subjected to hearing your get asked out again and again. Every time you patiently came up with something to end the conversation, your coworker pressed again and again to the point Katakuri became irritated on your behalf but that was just civilian problems. One of many minor grievances people had to deal with, hardly something that required his involvement. Then you conjured up his name as your boyfriend. He wasn’t going to lie, he had been impressed at that and to finally hear your coworker immediately shut his mouth Katakuri decided for that blessing you deserved a reward by legitimising your lie.

“This is me.” You spoke up, spotting your home come into view. “Stop by my work tomorrow and I’ll have your doughnuts ready for you.”

“I look forward to it.” Katakuri told you sincerely, watching you step out from his relaxed hold and walk towards your home to turn in for the evening. When you were inside, Katakuri couldn’t help but smirk underneath his scarf. He hadn’t fully known what to expect when he waited for you outside the bakery but now he was certainly interested in what was going to happen next.

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[mashtatosworld]

close to you

summary: in which japan blooms something new

warnings: mild language, mentions of alcohol, kissing

You knew G-Dragon would be difficult before you even took the job.

You’d heard the stories - how meticulous he was about his styling, how every detail had to meet his impossible standards. But actually working with him? It was something else entirely.

You were a junior stylist for Big Bang but sometimes it felt more like you were his personal assistant, running around after his demands.

"That fabric’s too stiff. It won’t move the way I need it to on stage."

"These trousers don’t sit right," he’d snap, pulling at the fabric.

"If you’re gonna be on my team, you need to keep up."

Nothing you did was ever quite right, and he had no problem making that known. He wasn’t cruel, just brutally particular. Every fitting turned into a battle of wills. He’d tug at a sleeve, frown at a hemline, run his fingers over a jacket before dismissing it entirely.

And you hated that he was never wrong.

His vision was sharp, his instincts impeccable. When he finally approved a look, it was always perfect. He had an eye for this. But God, did he drive you insane.

Tension between you simmered, never quite boiling over - until Japan.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

The Tokyo tour stop should’ve been like any other. Rehearsals, fittings, press, then the show.

But something was off.

Jiyong had been quiet, moodier than usual. Even the others noticed it - Youngbae giving him concerned glances, Daesung making extra jokes to lighten the mood.

You figured it had to do with his girlfriend - ex-girlfriend now, as you found out through overheard conversations and the way he seemed to be glued to his phone. Eventually, he'd thrown it at the wall, causing you to accidentally poke Seunghyun's leg with a pin.

But he wasn't the only one struggling whilst on the tour.

You barely spoke Japanese, and the crew moved fast, conversations slipping past you like water. You felt isolated, disconnected from everything except your work.

Which was probably why, after the show, you found yourself at the hotel bar instead of your room.

And that’s where he found you.

"Didn’t know you drank alone."

You glanced up, unsurprised. Jiyong slid into the seat beside you, loose-limbed, still buzzing from the high of the concert. He looked different like this - hair damp from a quick shower, stage makeup wiped away, just a hoodie thrown over his frame. Less like G-Dragon. More like himself.

"Didn’t know you drank at all," you shot back.

A smirk tugged at his lips as he ordered a tray of soju bombs.

You weren’t sure how long you sat there, the two of you. Talking. Not arguing, not trading sharp words over inseams and accessories. Just talking.

And then there was the moment.

The silence that stretched too long. The way his gaze lingered, sharp and unreadable. The slow shift of his body toward yours.

"You ever gonna stop looking at me like that?" you murmured.

"Like what?"

"Like you want something."

His jaw ticked.

And then he was kissing you.

It was slow at first - hesitant, like he wasn’t sure if he should. But once you kissed him back, it shifted. Hands gripping, teeth scraping, his breath mixing with yours.

You barely made it to his hotel room.

It was rough, fast, desperate. A blur of tangled limbs and whispered curses, the kind of need that burned too hot to last. When it was over, you laid there, pulse racing, staring at the ceiling.

"This doesn't happen again," you muttered. "Ok?"

Jiyong exhaled a laugh, rolling onto his side.

"Sure."

Liar.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

You told yourself it was just a one-time thing.

But then it happened again.

And again.

It was too easy. You’d bicker during fittings, brush past each other during rehearsals, pretend you weren’t staring. But then, at the end of the night, you’d end up in his bed - or he’d end up in yours.

At first, you didn’t let yourself think about it. It was just stress relief, an easy escape. But the little things started creeping in.

Like how you sometimes watched tv together afterwards.

Or how, during fittings, he started actually listening to your input.

Or how, when a senior stylist snapped at you for a last-minute change, Jiyong was the one who cut in.

"She’s right," he said, voice cold. "Keep it."

You blinked. The stylist faltered. And just like that, the conversation was over.

Still, you knew what this was. And you knew it wasn't likely to last.

"You know he’s not over his ex, right?" you told Daesung one night, the pair of you were on the sidelines as the team celebrated yet another successful night. Jiyong was somewhere chain-smoking cigarettes, but not before his bandmate had caught him handing you his hotel room key.

"Yeah, but it sure seems like he's under you." He snickered and you rolled your eyes.

"It's not going anywhere." You shrugged lightly.

Daesung raised his brow curiously. "Do you want to date him?"

"God, no," you scoffed, taking a long sip of your beer. "The only time we get along is during sex."

But even as you said it, something in your chest twisted.

Because maybe it wasn't entirely true, not anymore at least.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

The concert had just ended, the echoes of the screaming crowd still ringing in your ears. Sweat glistened on Jiyong’s skin, the adrenaline from performing still burning through his veins.

But even with all that energy, his focus was locked on one thing.

You.

Or rather - you and the crew member you were currently laughing with.

As he exchanged his mic for a bottle of water, Jiyong watched, jaw tight, chest rising and falling as he struggled to bite back the irritation bubbling inside him.

The guy - some stage runner - stood too close, his grin a little too easy, his body angled toward you like he thought he had a chance. And the worst part?

You weren’t shutting it down.

Instead, you were smirking, tilting your head in that teasing way you did when you were being coy. Maybe you knew exactly what you were doing. Maybe you wanted to get under Jiyong’s skin.

It was working.

The moment the guy’s fingers brushed your arm, Jiyong was on the move.

He didn’t hesitate, didn’t care that people were watching. His body moved on instinct - a predator honing in on what was his.

“Hey.” His voice was deceptively smooth as he came to a stop beside you. His arm stretched behind you, resting his palm on the small of your back.

A clear, unmistakable signal.

You tensed.

The stage aid hesitated before clearing his throat, nodding toward the rapper. “Good show tonight, man.”

Jiyong barely spared him a glance. His fingers, still damp from sweat, trailed up your spine absentmindedly, just enough pressure to make you shiver.

You stared up at him, meeting his heated gaze.

You wanted to push him away - you really did. But your body betrayed you, leaning into his touch before you could stop yourself.

The man's gaze flickered between you both, and Jiyong could see the exact moment he realised what this was.

Good.

Jiyong smiled - sharp, knowing, victorious. “You don’t mind if I steal her, do you?”

It wasn’t a question.

The guy chuckled awkwardly, raising his hands in mock surrender. “Uh, yeah, sure. I’ll catch you later, y/n.”

Jiyong didn’t even wait for him to leave. He was already walking you back, his grip on your waist firm, guiding you toward his dressing room.

Your pulse was racing.

Once inside, the door slammed shut.

“What the fuck was that?” you snapped, spinning around.

Jiyong just leaned against the door, eyes dark, hooded with something unreadable. “You tell me.”

His gaze dropped - lingering on your lips, your throat, the way your chest rose and fell.

You crossed your arms. “You can't just do that in public, Jiyong. People will get the wrong impression.”

“Would they?” he murmured.

Before you could respond, he was on you.

His mouth crashed into yours, hot, insistent, claiming. He kissed you like he had something to prove, like he needed to erase any trace of someone else even thinking about touching you.

His hands weren’t gentle. They gripped your waist, sliding up your back, fingers pressing into your skin like he wanted to feel every inch of you at once.

And you let him.

You melted into him, your hands gripping his damp shirt, nails digging in.

His breath was unsteady as he dragged his lips along your jaw, voice low.

“I don’t want you looking at anyone else like that.”

Your stomach flipped. “I wasn’t - ”

“You were,” he murmured, mouth brushing your pulse. “And I don’t fucking like it.”

Your breath came quicker, heart hammering.

“You’re unbelievable,” you whispered, but the words lacked conviction.

Jiyong hummed, thumb skimming over your lower lip, watching the way it parted under his touch.

“But you like me anyway.”

And he was right.

Because no matter how much you fought, no matter how much you swore you wouldn’t get tangled up in him again -

Here you were.

Wanting him anyway.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

ah... i'm so bad at writing spicy stuff - but i'll work on it

taglist: @petersasteria , @mirahyun

[cherryeclipses]

i love you, i'm sorry ☪︎ ִ ࣪𖤐 𐦍 ☾𖤓

dean winchester x reader

part 2 here

angst, childhood lovers to enemies (potentially to lovers again), i love writing angsty dean I'm sorry. warning - I hardly edit any of my writing sorry

word count: 2.1K

☪︎ ִ ࣪𖤐 𐦍 ☾𖤓

cause that's just the way life goes ...

☪︎ ִ ࣪𖤐 𐦍 ☾𖤓

You were 16 when you met Dean Winchester, he and his brother Sam were new to your school. The moment you met you instantly had a crush on the boy, he was charming, funny, dangerous, and downright sexy. The only problem was every other girl in your grade felt the same thing, hell even some of the guys did. Dean had the kind of energy when he walked into a room all eyes were on him. It wasn't until a few months later when you would finally speak to him, it turns out his dad and yours were friends; hunting friends. Okay maybe friends is too much, more like acquaintances, they would help each other if they were hunting the same thing. John and your father had decided now that John was to be in your hometown for at least the next few months that the three of you kids could keep each other company.

The first time the three of you met officially it was a horrible stormy night. Something straight out of a horror movie, the rain was pelting against the windows, making them rattle, and thunder clapped so loud in the distance it sounded as though the apocalypse was beginning. John came over to your house with Sam and Dean to sit down with your father and go over the lore of whatever monster they were hunting now. "Darlin' you remember John Winchester?" Your dad said lazily, gesturing to the elder Winchester. You just nodded politely. "Well these are his sons, Dean and little Sam. " He continued. "I know, I've met them already." Both fathers looked at you confused for a moment. "I mean, they started at school last month. I think I have a couple classes with Dean." You shrugged, trying to play it off. You caught Dean's expression from the corner of your eye, he was smirking at you, one eyebrow raised in interest.

As the two men retreated to spend the night in the study you were left standing in the kitchen with Sam and Dean, awkwardly. "I'll show you both to the living room, we can order a pizza or something?" You turned on your heels and the boys followed you into the next room. You sat on one end of the couch, Sam on the other and Dean sat in the armchair across from you. Sam started flicking absentmindedly through the tv channels, trying to drown out the uncomfortable silence. "It must be nice to have a real home and don't have to move schools all the time." Sam spoke up. "Uh yeah, I guess it's alright. I mean it'd be even better if dad wasn't a hunter at all." You gave the young boy a sympathetic smile. You looked up to see Dean still staring at you, you couldn't tell if he was eyeing you off or judging you; but either way it looked like he was about to eat you. You felt your face heat up, your crush sitting meters across from you, in your house. It was unreal.

The rest of the night dragged on, you watched a few movies and ordered pizza, none of you talking very much. Eventually Sam fell asleep so you got up off the couch to cover him with a blanket. As you passed Dean to pick up the blanket he finally spoke up. "So what classes do we have together?" He asked innocently. "What?" You asked startled. "When your dad was introducing us you said we have a few classes together. A beautiful girl like you, I'd remember. So I'm curious." You were stunned, there's no way he just said that. "Um I think English and history maybe." You answered, sitting back down besides the sleeping boy. "No wonder I haven't seen you." He laughed. "There's no way anyone could make me sit in the most boring classes of the day." You rolled your eyes, yeah sure they were tedious but you actually wanted to graduate. "So what do you do with all your spare time then? Surely not studying?" Now it was Dean's turn to blush, you had heard a few notorious stories about Dean and a certain janitor's closet. He just shrugged and ran a hand through his hair.

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Ever since that night Dean started showing up to his English and history classes, and not only showing up but coming in early to make sure he had the seat beside you. During breaks he would find you out by the football field and join you for lunch. You had so much in common, not just your unstable life as a hunter's kid but same taste in music and cars. It felt like you finally met your soulmate.

Eight months later it was time for the Winchester's to move on. The longest they had stayed anywhere (thanks to Dean) but John wouldn't be delayed any longer, he had a lead two states away and was determined to follow it. The night before he left, Dean snuck in through your window to say goodbye. Gifting you a dainty necklace adorned with your birthstone - you didn't even realise Dean knew what a birthstone was! "What's this for Dean? So my heart can break everytime I put it on?" You ask, looking up at the boy with tears in your eyes. He takes your left hand, running his thumb over your knuckles comfortingly. "No, this isn't goodbye forever, just for now. Just until dad ganks this son of a bitch and then I can come and see you again. I promise. Just wanted to get something for my favourite girl." He leant down to place a kiss on the top of your head. Wrapping your arms around him you pulled him in for the tightest hug you could muster. "I don't believe you, but I still love you." You chuckle against his chest. You feel his heart skip a beat, pausing before he replies "I love you too."

☪︎ ִ ࣪𖤐 𐦍 ☾𖤓

It didn't take long after graduating high school for you to fall into the hunter's life. After spending your senior year fighting with your dad about the future, you did exactly what he expected and gave in. He had taught you how to hunt from the age you could hold a shotgun.

It was the reason your mum left.

Although you were fulfilling your destiny of becoming a hunter, you refused to hunt with him. After a particularly explosive fight you called your boyfriend. Dean knew about your daily arguments but he also could feel that this one was different. This fight was bad enough, pushed you far enough to call him crying and begging to meet him wherever he was. Dean was currently hunting a vampire nest with John only a six hour drive from you. The minute your phone lit up with an address you jumped in your car and sped off. Not looking back for a second.

"She's on her way." Dean announced to John, shoving his phone back into his pocket. John sighed in response "she'll get her anger out on this hunt then she'll drive right back home. Don't expect her to stay with us. Even if she wants to, the answer's no." He said solemnly. "I don't think so, this is different. She hates this life, so it'd have to be really bad." John nodded not looking up from his paper. He tolerated yours and Dean's relationship. He had nothing against you personally, he just didn't believe you could be in a relationship and live their life. He would put up with you for as long as it took you to realise that and run off to find someone stable.

☪︎ ִ ࣪𖤐 𐦍 ☾𖤓

That was almost four years ago. Since then you had joined the Winchester family on most of their hunts, surprising John with not only how well you could research and retain lore information but also how quick you were in a fight.

You had begun to grow close to Sam, he was like your best friend and the little brother you never had. When you were left alone to research he would often confide in you his feelings and dreams for the future.

One evening Dean returned to the motel alone, John abandoned him for a dive bar down the road, to you and Sam asleep on the couch. Your head resting atop his, your hoodie covering the younger boy from the chill in the air. Dean adored how you loved Sammy, how you both got along and you took care of him. He kissed your cheek and noticed how cold you were. Removing his eather jacket and gently placing it around your shoulders before settling into bed for the night. He didn't dare wake the two of you.

Over the years, you had the privilege of watching Sam grow into a young man and live out his dream of leaving the hunting life for college. The weekend before he left he made sure to visit you to say goodbye. Hugging you goodbye and making sure you had his new number but not before making you promise you wouldn't give it to Dean or John. "Cross my heart. I'll take this phone number to my grave along with every embarrassing crush you've told me about." You giggled, making an x across your heart. "Okay, okay, thank you. I just want to start over and I can't if they're trying to track me down." He smiled sadly. You looked up at Sam (he had now grown 10 feet tall and towered over you) "I get it but I can't promise they won't try to track you down anyways." You shrugged before giving the boy one final hug goodbye. "Good luck little Sammy." You joked as he left for good.

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Ever since Sam left things had become tense among the Winchesters. Well, more tense than they already were. John was more irritable, it seemed like he would take his sadness and frustration out on you, yelling at the smallest mistakes or refusing to give you details on their next hunt. Dean was torn, it was wearing him down, trying to deal with his brother leaving and his father and girlfriend fighting. You had had enough and had thoughts about leaving for awhile, just taking a few solo hunts away from John until things cooled down - you really wished you could steal Dean away as well but that would make things so much worse.

"-absolutely not! You go out there and do what needs to be done Dean. This has been going on for far too long and you know it." You heard John shout from inside his and Dean's motel room. "You don't know what you're talking about, she's the best damn hunter we've ever worked with." Dean responded, sounding just as furious. You hesitated going inside. You were going to tell Dean about your plan to give John some space but now, now they were fighting about you. You took a step back, you couldn't just leave without saying goodbye, so you waited. Anxiously twisting the birthstone around your neck your back against the wall, you waited for the screaming match to be over.

"She's bad news, always has been. Just like her damn father Dean. You can't keep dragging her around, it ain't fair." "I love her. " Dean growled. "You wouldn't know love if it hit you in the face." And with that the motel door flung open to reveal a furious Dean.

Tears stung your eyes, threatening to overflow. "How much of that did you hear?" Dean asked. "Enough." Dean took a deep breath and led you away from the motel door. "Look, I'm sorry. Honestly I never wanted you to hear that fight. But there's something I gotta say." Your breath caught in your throat, it felt like you were going to puke. You couldn't say anything back, so you just waited for him to go on, "I-Jesus-I can't do this anymore." He chokes out. "We need to break up." Tears pour down your cheeks silently. "We need to? Or John wants us to?" You seethe. "We need to. It's not fair, you never wanted this life. I know what you wanted, you truly want what Sam left for. An apple pie life. You could still go to College, meet someone normal. I can't, no I won't, keep bringing you down like this." His voice raises. "Seriously? After everything. You're giving in?" Nothing. Dean stands there, looking like a lost puppy. "Fine, I'll leave, I know when I'm not wanted. But before I go, I hope you're aware you sound just like John now. Congratulations." You whip around and walk as fast as your legs will take you to your car. Speeding off down the highway, making sure to stick your middle finger out the window for Dean to see.

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[nerdsnuff]

⚡️NISHINOYA BOYFRIEND HC’S

my first haikyuu love… still love him btw thats my BABE who deserves more love

𓅪 does not hide his feelings. at all. he WILL be the one to confess. no buts. on a random day and not even fully planned… just blurts it out impulsively.

you were getting the last of your things in your locker before you finally head home for the day, imagine your surprise when you see nishinoya next to you when you closed your locker door. he simply laughs as you yelp, heart almost bursting out. “hahah! sorry for scaring you! i just really wanted to talk to you. walk to the gate with me?” he offers. though you’re jokingly still ticked off you agree anyways, letting him know with a nod. once you’re done you two head off, the wind is nice and cool this afternoon. “so… there’s something i wanna tell you…” he suddenly stops, so you do too. unexpectedly he raises his voice, startling you once more. “YOU’RE SUPER COOL AND I KNOW THIS IS SUDDEN BUT PLEASE GO OUT WITH ME!”

𓅪 both before and after dating he talks to tanaka all about you all the time. thankfully the guy is never annoyed. and yes he did wingman nishinoya, probably the guy to convince him to just go for it and confess. they’re both pretty intense about their feelings… anyway just imagine the absolute hype when you accept his confession.

𓅪 guard dog boyfriend FR! will not let ANYONE bother you. people hitting on you? jumped. bullies? jumped? some person simply pissing you off? JUMPED. he has a bit of a problem controlling his temper sometimes… you often have to tell him off when he doesn’t realize that backing off is simply a better solution.

𓅪 speaking of guard dog, would absolutely love to take you home as far as he could! if you use the bus then he’ll take you to the stop (though would hop on with you if he could…), if you guys live near each other hell yeah he’d walk you home

𓅪 buys you treats after school!!! loves spoiling you with little snacks. candy, ice cream, cheap cakes, etc. mostly sweets. always takes you to go to coach ukai’s store every after school! he basically remembers what you look like now and teases the two of you.

𓅪 biggest simp like goddamn bro. he isn’t even into romcoms but if he was he’d be doing all the extra shit he sees. that can’t take my eyes off you’ performance from 10 things i hate about you? absolutely he’d do that. he WOULD learn french for you. which is crazy ‘cus he literally struggles to learn englishcough

𓅪 WILL tackle hug you. yes, even if he’s sweaty… can you blame him? he just can’t contain all the love he has for his darling partner!

𓅪 about petnames… 100% a “babe” guy. i mean he’ll call you other things but babe just slips out so much easier for him.

𓅪 he does need help in class but most of the time acts like he doesn’t just to seem cooler. but if it gets real bad he will go to you for help, it doesn’t matter if you’re smarter than him or not.

𓅪 invites you out almost every weekend. unless it’s a busy week or a busy week is coming up, then you guys just call from home.

“y’know, i really wanted to take you cycling today, but i seriously gotta study…” he sighs and adjusts the phone on his ear, causing scratched noises to be heard from his line. “oh yeah, i’m going to tokyo next week! ahah, yeah! i gotta study hard so i can actually go though, wouldn’t let me pass with a bad grade” you hear him chuckle, along with the sound of papers ruffling. “mmhm, it’s a training camp for volleyball” he then unexpectedly pauses for a moment, the unfamiliar silence makes your eyebrow quirk up. though in a quick second, his voice shoots up again. “actually, ryuu’s coming over to study with me soon… wanna join!?”

[lucysarah-c]

Mounting Spring Ch 9 SPOILERS

The office was suffocating under the relentless summer heat. Even indoors, the air felt thick and heavy, making every movement feel like a battle against the warmth. Near Levi’s desk, a cat lay sprawled across the cool floor, half-asleep, shifting occasionally as if searching for a nonexistent breeze.

Levi, unfazed by the stifling air, was hunched over a stack of paperwork, meticulously filling out forms and reports with his usual precision. Across from him, Y/N sat in a worn leather chair, visibly restless. Every few seconds, she let out an exaggerated sigh—loud and drawn out, each one more dramatic than the last.

After what felt like the tenth sigh, Levi, without even looking up, finally spoke, his voice calm but edged with irritation.

“Are you gonna keep sighing like a cow trying to scare off flies, or are you actually gonna tell me what’s wrong?”

Y/N startled slightly but quickly recovered, fidgeting with her hands before mustering the courage to speak. “Can I ask you someth—”

“I don’t have money.” Levi cut her off immediately, still not bothering to lift his gaze from the paperwork.

She scowled. “That wasn’t my question!” Her voice rose slightly, as if personally offended by the assumption.

Levi remained unimpressed. “Great, ‘cause I still don’t have any.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, clicking her tongue in annoyance. “I wanted to have an adult conversation.” Her initial confidence wavered slightly as she muttered it under her breath, as if Levi’s dismissive attitude made her feel like a teenager being denied pocket money.

That earned her a brief glance. Levi arched an eyebrow, his tone as dry as the heat around them. “I thought all our conversations were adult conversations. We’re both adults.” He clearly wasn’t as invested in this discussion as she was, his focus still split between her and the stack of work in front of him.

Y/N hesitated, suddenly unsure of how to phrase what she wanted to say. “I… I couldn’t help but wonder…” But her words tumbled into an incoherent mess of mumbling, which eventually made Levi pause, his pen stilling as he looked at her with a mix of confusion and exasperation.

“What are you trying to say?”

She exhaled sharply, finally blurting it out. “I found something in the drawers.”

Levi’s expression didn’t change, but there was an unmistakable shift in the air. His voice took on a sharp edge. “You went through my stuff?”

There it was. A subtle but telling difference in how they saw this space. For Levi, it was still his—his office, his things. For Y/N, it was the drawers of the place they shared. A subconscious divide, a quiet reminder that, deep down, Levi still saw this as his space, and she was simply living in it.

“No! Well… not like that!” she defended herself quickly but didn’t seem to understand the problem. “I just noticed you have those, and… I think I know what they’re for, but we’re clearly not like that, so…”

Her words trailed off, her explanation a mess of half-finished thoughts.

Levi, who had been following along with mild curiosity, suddenly stiffened, his expression hardening as he pieced together her implication. His voice dropped flat, laced with disbelief.

“Are you asking me if I’m fucking someone else?”

Y/N’s eyes widened. “No!” But then, as if curiosity got the better of her, she tilted her head slightly, considering, “I mean, unless you wanna tell me.”

It was less an interrogation and more an afternoon gossip session, which only irritated Levi further.

“Do I look like I’ve got time to have another woman? I’m working all fucking day.”

She wasn’t convinced. “Well… I don’t know, you’re never here.”

And just like that, despite never having doubted him before, she suddenly found herself staring at him with new, suspicious eyes. The thought had never occurred to her until now, but in the blink of an eye, all those hours he spent away from their chambers seemed full of possibilities.

Levi exhaled through his nose, leaning back in his chair. “Actually, do I look like I have money to have another woman?”

She frowned. “What does money have to do with being unfaithful?”

A dry, almost amused smirk ghosted across his lips. “Cheating requires money—money for a hotel now that you’re in my chambers, money to make sure she doesn’t tell you. I’ve got none of it.”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “You seem very aware of how cheating works.”

Levi pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaling slowly. “I work in the military. Seventy percent of these men are stationed far from home, rarely seeing their wives. Take a wild fucking guess.”

After a moment of consideration, she sighed, “I guess that makes sense.” Then, waving his explanation off, she continued, “But that wasn’t my question.”

By now, Levi was fully invested in this ridiculous conversation. He leaned back, arms crossed, legs parted, waiting for whatever nonsense was about to come next.

He wasn’t prepared.

Blushing furiously, avoiding his gaze, Y/N mumbled, “Have you… lain with another woman?”

Levi blinked. Once. Twice. Processing.

His mouth parted slightly, his brain working through the absurdity of what he just heard. Then, as the meaning fully settled in, his brows furrowed deeply. Breaking eye contact, he frowned at the desk, as if hoping it would provide answers.

When he finally spoke, his tone was a mix of disbelief and sheer exhaustion.

“I’m 34. Almost twice your age. Are you seriously asking me that? What, you think I spent the last 34 years baking cookies?”

“N-no! I—I mean…” she stammered, flustered—until his words fully registered. Then, her expression shifted entirely, eyes narrowing as she snapped, ���Wait. You’re 34?”

Silence.

Levi had expected confusion. Maybe more questions. What he didn’t expect was the sheer hatred that twisted her features as she squinted at him with pure resentment.

Then, with absolute venom, she seethed, “You wash your face with plain soap and don’t even wear moisturizer, and you have perfect skin at 34?! …Life is a fucking joke.”

(I fucking love these two)

[animinarts]

Kamen Rider Gavv Episode 23 brought me great pain so I shall share my notes about it along with my thoughts :)

Broken Sweets? More like Broken Hearts!...anyways

After Shouma revealed the repressed memories that he held regarding Hanto’s mom, things became sour

Hanto’s mom was trying to escape Stomach Inc. but she ran into Shouma who she thought was also trying to get out

However, she ended up being caught after they returned to some kind of experimentation room where Lango had his agents throw her into a basin of liquid that disintegrated her right in front of Shouma

This led to Shouma apologizing profusely over forgetting something so important

Hanto understands that it’s not Shouma’s fault that his mom died but it’s still hard to face him knowing that Shouma was present when it happened

This resulted in Hanto needing some time apart from Shouma as he reflected and processed his emotions regarding the full story about his mom

Hanto then receives the Chocold Gochizos from Suga as a Valentine’s Day present but Hanto seems reluctant to use them as he is still very suspicious of the scientist

This reluctance doesn’t last long as he uses it in the next episode but the main reason why he had accepted them in the first place was not to become stronger it was so he didn’t have to rely on Shouma anymore

Shouma not being able to produce Gochizos like he used to is also a problem since he can’t make more of the original Chocodons which kind of pushes Hanto to use the Chocold Gochizos more

Shouma tells Sachika the whole truth and she offers to give her support even if she’s on the sidelines

She also praised Shouma for surviving through all the hardships his terrible family had put him through

Then Sachika hands him a snack to make him feel better and also to watch how the Gochizos are made but unfortunately, Shouma still isn’t able to produce any because his psychological state is poor

It had started ever since episode 21 after Shouma was revealed to Hanto as a Granute but in the following episode Hanto accepted and trusted him despite his Granute blood

Then new information came up that caused them to separate once again

Sachika gets why he’s feeling so down and looking so pale as he’s dealing with a lot with his doppelganger still out there on top of having to save people from being taken

However, his mental fortitude has been pretty strong in terms of fighting the Granutes and I think this just all boils down to Hanto

It’s the only remaining factor that could cause Shouma to feel this low and was also the starting point of his inability to produce more Gochizos

He hasn’t really shared any details involving Hanto with anyone so it must be tough dealing with this tear in their partnership alone

Hanto had reassured Shouma that his mom’s death wasn’t his fault and he didn’t hate Shouma but at the same time, it probably still isn’t an easy situation to deal with when the person you wanted to keep close ended up leaving in the end due to very unfortunate circumstances

Hanto encounters Bitter Gavv in public but also receives a call from a friend about getting attacked by a monster and is torn between what to do so he makes a call

Sachika calls Shouma about seeing Bitter Gavv on social media but she seemed a bit hesitant to come up with this answer so she probably got a call from Hanto asking her to pass the message to Shouma

It probably would’ve been awkward if Hanto asked for space and then immediately called Shouma the next day

[catstantin]

It's hard for me to call any character evil unless they're just... brutal and disgusting for their own entertainment. Deoksu for example. Or his side kick (you know the one he played marbles against, the one who was even more disgusting and slimy than Deoksu simply so that we'd root for Deoksu during the marbles game even though we were clearly supposed to hate him at any other point :'))

Like, I get what you're trying to say OP, but I (personally) would not call him evil because in my head he's not someone who's doing all this out of fun (as far as we're concerned since we know how Junho saw him, we know which books he reads and his reasons to join his game, which all don't point to him being a sadistic guy).

I think the whole point of the show is to show how there's something animalistic and rotten in everybody. And that especially despair will bring it to the surface, in one way or the other, but that there's ALSO always good. So much good, everywhere, so much kindness even during the most horrible of times. Ali, Gihun, Jiyeong, all the characters from 'our' group in S2... (suddenly I wanna blast 'savages' by Marina lol "we can be bad/as we can be good") So, yep I don't think it's unrealistic that he will get a redemption, but I also don't think this will end with the Hwang brothers happily strolling off into the sunset (there's a reason Inho did not go back to Junho. The games had a lasting effect on Inho). There will be some sort of consequences for sure.

I do hate people who try to explain away everything and maybe this is me doing that, but: once I start thinking about characters that intrigue me, especially 'open' characters, aka characters who aren't fully explained, they become so so SO complex in my head that I can't simply be like "he's not gonna get a redemption cause he's an evil villain". But I'm also not excusing his behavior. He's part of the problem and he's done truly evil things (like killing Jungbae, you could even pick up my argument from earlier and say him failing at spinning top on purpose is deliberately evil). He's a bad person. But I don't think he's evil, not in my way of defining that word. Evil as a character trait fits comic book villains or two dimensional characters that are written in a way which is supposed to make us hate them (like deoksu), or the bad guys in children's stories, but imo it's not something we, by now with more and more information being thrown our way, can use to describe Inho. Ilnam, sure. That guy is literally a comic book villain since he did not have (or didn't tell us) a real reason to start the games other than the extremely vague ones he gave us. He's an evil trickster with a brain tumor. He couldn't regain his humanity because he did not seem human to us in the first place. I'm starting to yap.

At this point I have a strong feeling that nothing season 3 will do will ever reach the potential this whole story has in the back of my mind haha. OP, don't see this as criticism, I really just wanted to analyze this character... Again. 😂

as much as I love inho I'm getting real tired of ppl underestimating just how evil he is and doing mental gymnastics to try and justify that he's broken and will somehow regain his humanity again

[p3rson27]

Alexa play misery business by paramore

[dykedvonte]

Curly not immediately punishing Jimmy for assaulting Anya is something I don’t think a lot of people are viewing in the complex context for Curly as the superior to both of them and closest confidante they had.

Like I am in no way saying he didn’t under react or fail Anya by not being harsh or direct with Jimmy but it really is the case that he really couldn’t. Imagine being stuck in such a confined space with very little areas to genuinely hold someone if they commit a crime. It’s not like this was an event that occurred before they departed or that they have easy communication with The Pony Express to ask for how to proceed when something like this arises. Not to mention, Jimmy’s relative power in relation to Anya as the co-pilot and second in command, he has the knowledge and access to do something to her had Curly directly punished him in this setting.

They were also Curly’s friends. It’s not just the case of him mediating something between his subordinates but people he is personally invested in don’t want to see spiral further in Anya’s case while also not wanting believe his friend go that bad in Jimmy’s actions. They were both suicidal and Curly putting Jimmy’s stability first is both out of bias but also the fact he’s aware at some level Jimmy is a danger to himself and others if not constantly placated. Combined with the fact he was in denial or just not piecing together what Anya said it’s hard to say what he buying time for and what he had treat as urgent. This isn’t even saying he doesn’t care about Anya but he’s not going jump to the worst conclusions about his friends even if part of him acknowledges the evidence saying so. It’s a complicated thing but he’s still human and needed to process it on top of trying to keep a ship that already took on a lot of water from further sinking, metaphorically.

I just personally think that while Curly failed Anya, it was a scenario where there wasn’t much he could do to the best thing by her safely and like Jimmy, we are underestimating what a good leader would do in a very fragile and tense situation like he was in. By the time he may have been ready and had a plan, things were much too late.

[empty-blog-for-lurking]

My vld time travel au is really just- Beautiful morally grey women, who have close but concerning platonic relationship with Lance, and want Lotor dead/trying to violently murder him, not out of malice or vengeance or anything personal but simply because of pragmatic "it's for the greater good" reasons and they are sorta?? Right about it

[littlegalerion]

As a homesteader, I can say 100% Halsin needs some serious help. He is all about "nature has a balance, where all are cared for", meanwhile here I am, having to pull two drakes off one lady duck because, by nature, both will attempt to breed her as roughly as possible, even if it ends up injuring/killing her.

Also, by nature, my chickens have a strict pecking order. A good few get bullied as they are the lowest in the order. I attempted to introduce some young ladies to my less than a foot tall Sebright Rooster, and he was brutal with the bullying. I had to pull them out, he was so bad.

Nature is not a beautiful, idealistic lifestyle. It is survival of the fittest.

Perhaps Halsin needs to seriously rethink civilizations' role in nature. That we, as people of all races, differ from animals in that we can choose to rise above our basic desires and urges if we so choose. Chaotic change is normal among the wilds, but we can actually bring good change, despite however much evil is in the world.

That is our role.

[nyerusnova]

nevermind i saw the leaks, i was right lmao.

jason is fine and they just coordinated to trick failsafe to get it to frazzle out afaik.

that makes sense considering the entire point of #147 was bruce deciding to work with his family despite his growing paranoia over their safety, etc. given that zdarsky has been trying to explore bruce's mental state, it would have made no sense for him to immediately validate that paranoia, instead.

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I need to be put in a waffle iron or something