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Smut (Tsundere, First-time sex, Penetration, Creampie, Breaking down, Getting caught)
After Jimmy Choo
Chapter 233
3,900 Words
(Jeongyeon's first brand grand opening and her first, if you know what I mean. Jeongyeon and OC get a bit tipsy and “stuff” occurs. Jeongyeon acts like a tsundere but gets taken down by OC’s length.
Jeongyeon walks down the red carpet and stops at the black tape, turning for the camera. The flash of dozens of cameras go off, capturing the beauty of Yoo Jeongyeon.
You stand from afar and watch Jeongyeon pose and act properly in front of everyone. Internally laughing at how professional she is being compared to how she is at home.
Out of nowhere you noticed a hooded person with soccer sweats and a large camera taking pictures of Jeongyeon. “Is that a sasang?” You walk towards the direction of the person who covers their face with a hoodie and mask and grab their shoulder, “Can I help you with something?”
The person flinches and turns around, “it's me.” You're surprised to see Nayeon in a disguise and say, “What are you doing here?”
“Just here to show my support and take some funny pictures.”
You can’t help but chuckle and say, “Alright, good luck.”
You leave and go back to your position until Jeongyeon walks back to the store to look around at the merchandise. “Good job with the press.”
“Thanks. What is next on the schedule?”
“Well, you have an hour here, and then a get-together at the venue next door for a few more hours.”
“Fuck, I'm tired already. Want to go home.”
“Hey, keep it down. People are going to hear you.”
“But…”
“How about this: you relax and do well, and I'll buy you something to eat.”
“Better get that wallet ready because I'm going to empty it out.”
“That's only if you behave.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever.”
The day goes on without a hitch and get positive feedback from the event staff about Jeongyeon's engagement throughout the day.
Once the event is over, Jeongyeon changes shoes and steps out of the changing room, “All right, let's go. I'm hungry.”
“You're not going to change outfit?”
“Nah, they said I can keep it, so I'll just wear it. Let's go. I have a place in mind, so prepare your wallet.”
“Just nothing too expensive.”
“You said you were treating me to a meal and said nothing about cost so get ready to drop some won.”
“Fuck, alright. Let's go.”
Jeongyeon gives you directions to the place, which is a mom-and-pop restaurant that serves some good drinks and a variety of meats. The server comes up and asks for the number of people in the party. “Just two,” responds Jeongyeon, and are immediately escorted to a table.
Once seated, Jeongyeon doesn't waste any time to grab the menu and look at what they offer. She orders multiple side dishes, different cuts of meats, and a couple of drinks.
“You're going to break my wallet!”
“That's on you. You're the one who invited.”
“Alright, it doesn't happen often, so I might as well.”
The food arrives, and the two of you begin to dig in. After paying the bill, Jeongyeon convinces you to go to a bar after calling you a lightweight. She orders a few beers, soju, and vodka.
It doesn't take long until she begins to slur her words and get a little touchy, “oppa, why are you so hardheaded?” Jeongyeon rubs your thighs and puts her head against your shoulder.
“Jeongyeon, I think you had enough to drink. Let’s call a cab and head back.”
”I don’t want to. I can still drink a bit more,” as she tries to pour herself another glass of soju.”
“No, I think you had enough. Let’s go.”
”Noo. I don’t to go back. You can go if you want, I’m going to stay.”
”Come on, you’re going to get hurt or draw attention to yourself.”
”Why do you care? I don’t belong to you. Just go.”
Jeongyeon can be a good drinker, but mixing different drinks isn’t her forte. You pay the tab, get her belongings and help her walk towards the exit. “I’m going to call a cab.”
”No, it’s too expensive right now. My sister’s place is nearby. We can stop there for a bit.”
”Are you sure?”
”Yeah, she’s away on a trip for a few days.”
”Okay, where is it?”
”Umm, a few minutes away, that way” as she points towards with her finger. “Alright, lets go. Just let me know.”
”Take out your phone.”
”Okay.” You hand her your phone, and she opens the navigation app and voices her sister’s address on your phone. “Here, that’s easier.”
You hold your phone out as you help her walk to her sister’s place. It only takes a few minutes for the both of you to arrive. “This is her place. Let me insert the pin.” She struggles inputting the pin with her fingers missing the keypad.
”Let me do it. What’s her pin?”
”Oh, it's my parent’s wedding date.”
You insert the pin, and the door opens. Jeongyeon walks towards the living room couch and lays down. “Jeongyeon, try to change your clothes and get some rest.”
“I don't want to, I'm too lazy.”
“Come on, you can't sleep like that.”
“Fuck, alright. Damn, you're so annoying!”
“Hey, I'm just doing it because I care, but if you don't, then forget about it.”
“Okay, okay, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it.”
“I'm just doing it because I care.”
“If you care then come help me stand up so I can change.”
You give Jeongyeon your hand and help her walk to her sister's room to grab some clothes.
She looks at herself in the mirror and tries to get herself together after a night of drinking. She's tippy but not drunk enough to need your help and is just playing the part of a defenseless girl. “It's now or never,” and smacks her face.
She exits the bathroom and heads to the living room, where you are on your phone. She grabs the remote, selects a movie, and plays it.
“Isn’t it kind of late to watch a movie?”
”Not sleepy. Want a snack?”
”Sure.”
Jeongyeon heads to the fridge, grabs an ice cream bar, and hands one to you, “Here.” She grabs a blanket and uses it to cover herself as she lays on the couch.
“What are we watching?”
”Just shut up and watch the movie. Dang, you and all your questions.”
You tell yourself that if Jeongyeon wasn’t drunk, you would have slapped her in the back of the head. Sometimes you don’t understand why she can be cool and rude at other times, you just can't read her.
The movie plays, and you try to watch it, but after a while, you begin to fall asleep on the couch. Your eyes feel heavy, and you turn to Jeongyeon, seeing her completely invested in the movie. With your arm resting on the couch, you use it as support and decide to close your eyes for a bit.
Suddenly, you feel a weird sensation on your crotch but don’t pay too much attention to it. Only a few moments later, you feel a hand rustling inside your boxers and grabbing your cock. You turn around and see Jeongyeon sitting next to you with her blanket covering the both of you, “What are you doing?”
”Nothing.”
You lift the covers and see Jeongyeon's hand inside your pants, grabbing onto your limp cock.”
“Jeongyeon, stop.”
“What. I just wanted to take a look.”
“Come on, right now it’s not the time, you're drunk.”
“I'm not drunk. Plus, it seemed like you needed a bit of help. You should be grateful I'm touching that nasty ass cock.” She continues to stroke your shaft with her hand, slowly.
Jeongyeon pulls the covers, giving you a glimpse of her hand in your pants. She looks at you with a smirk and pulls out your cock. “What a disgusting-looking cock. It's all limp and nasty-looking. I bet you can't even hold a boner.”
Trying to prove her wrong, you imagine yourself flipping Jeongyeon over and fucking her without mercy. This wild type of thinking makes you fully erect. “What about now?”
“Eww, it's so veiny. I don't understand why the girls are so into that cock of yours.”
“What the fuck, Jeongyeon. Why do you have to be such a bitch?”
You can see her expression change, and out of nowhere, you see her hand swing at you and towards your face.
“You think you can hit me?” as you catch her hand midair. She tries to go for another swing, but you dodge it. “Haha, what now? You can't even hit right.”
“Fuck you,” and you feel her spit on your face. “What the fuck!”
You see her smirk, making you lose your patience. With a firm grip, you grab her hands and pin her down on the couch. “Someone needs to teach you a lesson or two.”
“And you think that's you? What do you think you're going to do, fuck me?”
“That's what you want, huh? Someone to fuck the shit out of you.”
“Haha, don't think you'll be able to satisfy me at all.”
“Fuck you, let's see if that's the case,” you pick her up like a rag doll and carry her to her sister's room. She tries to fight you by smacking your chest, but you just toss her into the bed and begin to remove your clothes. All she does is watch as you get completely naked.
Jeongyeon then tries to get away, but you grab onto her oversized shirt and rip it off, “What are you doing?”
“I'm going to fuck the shit out of you,” as you focus on her shorts. With one firm grip of your hand, you pull her shorts down, exposing her bushy cunt.
“Haha, nice bush.”
“Fuck off.”
Her shorts get tossed to the ground, and you spread her legs wide open. Jeongyeon tries to cover her cunt, but with her hands but they’re pinned down, all she can do is watch as you glide your fingers against her nicely trimmed but full bushy cunt.
You can see her eyes get watery from the position she is in so you go in for a kiss. Jeongyeon is surprised by the sudden kiss and doesn’t know how to react, but her heart begins to race. She tries to fight you off, but with your weight on her, it’s futile and just watches as you explore her mouth with your tongue.
After what seems like a minute or two, you pull away from her lips and give your attention to her cunt. You grab your semi-hard cock and smack it against her pelvis, then glide it across her nicely trimmed but bushy cunt. “Fuck, that feels so nice. Didn’t know you liked keeping yours like this.”
”Shut up. It’s not like I knew you were going to do this. Just put it in already and get it over with,” she said as she tilts her head to the side.
“Don’t play dumb, I know you want this cock” as you slap it against her cunt.
“Do you think I want that nasty thing inside me? Haha, you must be crazy.”
With your cock in hand, you trace it against her folds and feel a slight wetness, “Don’t think your body agrees with you. It wants me to put this thing right here, inside.”
”No, you’re wrong.”
”I guess you’re right. I don’t know what I was thinking. You’re too uptight. Momo and Chaeyoung were right; you’re such a scaredy cat,” as you turn away.
”What did they say?”
”Nothing much, just that you don’t make up your mind and are probably the last person to find a partner with your attitude. They said something like you’re going to be an, “Old cat lady” and alone your whole life.”
”Take that back.”
”I didn’t say that; it was them. But I think they might be right.” You pull up your boxers and button up your pants, ready to head out.
”Wait.”
You turn around and see her position herself against the bed with her legs wide open and her fingers spreading her lower lips.
”No, you lost your chance.”
“Why not? You legit were going to do it a few minutes ago.”
“I’m not going to be your toy to get at the others because your ego took a hit.”
”Please, all you got to do is just put it in.”
”I don’t just “put it in” I’m not a dog.”
”Alright, screw you.”
“You know what, since you want it that bad, then I’ll do it, but you’re going to owe me a favor.”
”What do you want?”
”Don’t worry about it. I’ll let you know when the time arrives.”
You unbutton your pants and toss your boxers to the side. Jeongyeon stares at your member as you climb on the bed and lay on it. “Alright, there you go.”
”What do you mean?”
”Since you want it that bad, then put it in yourself.”
”It’s not that I want to, I’m just doing it because of what they said.”
”Yeah, tell yourself that.”
You get yourself comfortable and cross your arms behind your neck, “It’s ready when you are.” Jeongyeon glares at you and says, “Get that smug look off your face.”
”Why should I? I’m about to get some free pussy tonight.”
”You’re such a pig. I don’t know what Jihyo sees in you.”
”Hey, if you don't, then just find someone else,” as you try to get up.
”No!,” pushing you back to the bed. “Just shut up and I’ll do everything.”
You nod and watch Jeongyeon get her thoughts together as she tries to mount you. She grabs your cock and gives it a few strokes. Her strokes have no rhythm, and you can tell she’s nervous, which makes it even better for you. After a minute or two, she says, “I’m going to put it in.”
”Wait, let me get my phone.”
”Why do you need your phone?”
”I’m going to record it.”
”No! Don’t!”
”Well, you want have evidence to show the girls and prove them wrong, right?”
Jeongyeon freezes and contemplates if recording is the right choice but then remembers the videos on her phone. “Okay, just let me see it when it's done.”
”Yeah, no problem.”
With your phone in hand, you get a perfect view of Jeongyeon on top of you. She grabs your cock once more, lifts herself up and aligns your member to her entrance. “Rub the tip against your folds, it feels much better.” Without saying anything, she traces her lower lips against your tip, coating them with each other’s nectar.
Once she covers your whole tip with her nectar, she positions it at her entrance. She lowers herself slowly, inserting the tip inside her cunt. Little by little, she takes more of you, and you can feel her walls spreading from your girth.
“Ahh, so big.”
Jeongyeon stops with only two inches inside of her and tries to collect her composure.
“Why you stop?”
”It hurts. You’re much bigger than my toys.”
“Haha.”
She covers her mouth, realizing what she just said. “I didn’t mean that, I’ve had much bigger than you.”
”Oh, really? Prove it. Take it all in at once.”
”I don’t want to.”
You set the phone on the nightstand with a good bed view. “Want me to help you?”
“No, get your nasty hands off me!”
Her constant name-calling and degrading you when you’re just trying to help her out, you realize that this is the last straw. You need to teach her a lesson and show her who’s in charge.
“Know you what Jeongyeon, I’m tired of your shit.”
“ Wait, what are you doing?” as she sees you get up and suddenly flip her over with her back against the bed.
“Remember, I said that I was going to fuck the shit out of you.”
No, please. I’m sorry. I take it back.”
Her pleas go through deaf ears as you align your cock to her entrance. You can see her reaction change when she realizes what you are going to do. “Wait!” In one go you slam yourself into her, violently shoving your whole cock to the deepest part of her womb.
“Please wait, let me catch my breath, at least.”
”Fuck! Fuck! You dumb ass, it hurts!” complaining about the pain. She tries to push you away, but it's no use; you’re going to have your fun.
"Pull it out!"
"I don't want to."
Just like before, you ignore her pleas and instead start to thrust rapidly. She grabs onto your arms, digging her nails into your skin. Her nails sting, but know it's nothing compared to what Jeongyeon is going through, so you bear with it.
“Please, you’re going too rough; just slow down.”
The only response is the sound of flesh slapping against each other, her walls getting stretched by your massive girth. You keep on thrusting, switching from a rapid pace to a slow one and repeating it over and over again.
It doesn’t take long for Jeongyeon to reach her climax, her walls almost choking your cock. “Ahh, fuck! I’m cumming!”
Jeongyeon cums on your cock, arching her back and spasming uncontrollably. You all can do is hold her tight for a few seconds before fucking her again. Jeongyeon’s eyes go wide as she feels you thrust your cock inside her clenching insides and apologizes to you for being mean to you and begs you to stop and let her finish her orgasm.
“Please, I’m sorry.”
”You don’t mean it.”
”I do.”
”I don’t believe you.”
Instead of stopping, you increase the pace, making Jeongyeon realize that all she can do is try to keep whatever sanity she has left.
After some time, you feel a sense of hotness in your core, knowing that you’re about to cum soon. You want to see Jeongyeon’s reaction when you give her the news.
”Fuck, Jeongyeon. I’m going to cum soon.”
”Ah ah... just make sure to pull out.”
Instead, you switch positions and place her in a mating press. “What are you doing?”
”I want to make sure you get a good view when it cum inside you.”
”Wait, what?”
”Don’t play dumb. You heard me. I’m going to mark that womb of yours. Maybe you’ll be less of a bitch if I fill you up.”
The thing you don’t realize is that she actually wants you to cum inside. That’s all she’s ever wanted, to feel her womb get filled by your thick cum like the rest of her members. She wanted you to fuck her this whole time, but her tsundere personality doesn’t allow her to show her actual feelings.
She watches as you pin her down and spread her legs even wider to get a better position. Her heart beats faster and faster as you shout that you’re about to cum.
“Take it out, don’t come inside!”
Those are fake words that she says, but inside her head, she says the complete opposite and begs you to fill her to the brim.
”Fuck, I’m going to claim your womb as mine, so take my cum, you annoying bitch!”
”Ahh fuck! What are you doing? It's so hot!” unknowingly wrapping her legs around your waist but saying the complete opposite to her actions.
Jeongyeon’s head goes crazy with what she is feeling, her neurons firing the fastest it's ever been. She finally understands why the rest of the members enjoy the feeling of getting her womb pumped with your baby batter.
“You’re going to ruin me!” and bites your shoulder.
”Fuck!”
”Haha, that’s what you get.”
You pull out and check touch the area where she bit you, but it isn’t too bad. You then focus your attention on Jeongyeon and see her gaping cunt, oozing out cum.
“Fuck, you look hot covered in my cum” teasing her.
She rolls her eyes, “Shut up. I told you to pull out. Look at the mess you made,” pointing at the cum dripping on the sheets. You grab the camera, position it before her, and take a shot of your work.
“What are you doing?”
”Taking a picture. Nine out of nine, check. haha.”
Jeongyeon gives you a disgusted expression when she realizes what you meant and throws a pillow at you but dodge it.
“How about another round? I’ll pull out this time.”
”Do what you want. What’s the point of pulling out if you already came inside of me” and spreads her legs open.
"Turn around and get on all fours, I want to fuck you from the back.”
Like someone who has accepted her fate, she does as she’s told and gets on all fours. She buries her face onto the pillow and spreads her cheeks, giving you a good view of her holes.
You align your cock to her entrance and smack her ass, causing her to yelp from getting caught off guard.
“I’m going to fuck you all night, so make sure to keep up.”
She bites the pillow and makes a face of pure euphoria as she gets her insides rearranged. The two of you end up doing it for hours until she passes out of exhaustion and with a smile on her face.
You head to the livingroom and get something to drink as you go through your phone and look over the videos you’ve made with the rest of the members before going back to sleep.
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The next day you get woken up and see Jeongyeon on top of you with your cock in her hand and aligned it to her entrance. To your surprise, she seems different from usual, happy, you might suggest.
Obviously, you wouldn’t say no to some morning sex and just let Jeongyeon do her thing. She slowly inserts the tip and waits a few seconds before dropping her whole weight on your cock.
“Fuck, so good,” and begins to ride you in a hard but steady manner. She places her head on your shoulder, letting you hear her heavy breathing.
You close your eyes and whisper in Jeongyeon’s ear all the things you did last night. The more you say, the tighter her walls clench on your cock, and the more sure she gets into a good rhythm.
Unbeknownst to you, someone was making their way back home after being away for a few days. She unlocks the door and can’t think of anything but to take a nice shower and take a nap after a busy week. She notices that her house is off but can’t find what it is. She then looks down and sees a pair of shoes she’s never seen before and her younger sister’s shoes next to it.
Seungyeon walks around to see a blanket and some clothes on the couch. She has a vague idea of what occurred and smiles. Seungyeon slowly makes her way to her room and hears moaning coming out from the other side of the door. She takes out her phone and, quietly turns the handle, and sees her sister in the nude on top of some.
“Click. Click.”
Suddenly, Jeongyeon turns around and sees her sister standing at the entrance with her phone and flash on.
“Unnie!”
“Surprise!”
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The overwhelming misery of going viral on YouTube
In April of 2021, I posted a short to YouTube - a 60 second video in the format of their TikTok competitor. In the nature of shorts, it was a one-minute, necessarily un-nuanced hot take about a subject I like to talk about: character design. Specifically I made the mistake of lamenting that the character design of female heroes in major games tend to prioritize attractiveness rather than using their body shape to do storytelling about their lives or capabilities.
It did okay, garnering about 38k views in its first month. Didn't set the world on fire, but I got my point out there, and while there were some crappy comments, for the most part people seemed to understand what I was driving at.
The short had eventually climbed to about 100.000 views after a full year of being online, which is respectable, but in the world of YouTube Shorts a fairly middle-of-the-road level of success (these are extremely short videos being served extremely quickly to a huge base of users). Fast forward to November 8th of this year, and... something happens. More than a year after it was originally published, it starts gaining traction.
Slowly at first, a few thousand views, but by the 14th it's gained 80.000 views in a day. On the 16th, 400.000, on the 17th, 680.000. I have no idea why this is happening, there's no influx of viewers from any outside source, there's no topical news event that would make the video suddenly relevant.
I tweet about it, bemused by the sudden jump, but also hinting a bit at the other side of this story.
"There Is No Such Thing As Negative Press"
On YouTube, there is on the systemic level very little difference between positive attention and negative attention. If you create excellent work that brings joy into people's lives, they engage with your video and the algorithm reads that as success. And if you create miserable, hateful content that makes people angry and stokes them to responses of outrage, disgust or jeering, the algorithm reads that as a kind of success, too.
Hate-bait and rage-bait YouTubers operate in that latter space, churning out inflammatory or distressing content, hoping to elicit either reactions of horror, or gleeful cheering from people who like it when their favourite online personality trolls the Other.
But there's another way to garner negative attention, and that is to create content which is not at all designed to bait or elicit a negative response, but whose subject matter nonetheless produces a negative response from a certain kind of person.
That is the unfortunate slip-and-slide I have found myself on.
At the time of writing, the short sits at 6.8 million views, has been gaining on average 2 million views per day, and it still seems to be accelerating. Despite those skyrocketing numbers, however, it only ("only") has around 1300 published comments underneath it.
That is because, after the first couple of million views, I told YouTube to automatically hold all comments for review. That is, YouTube allows users to comment on the video, but those comments are not published until I manually approve them.
The reason I did this is... well, it's easier to show you with some pictures. Content warning, these are unfiltered YouTube comments, so expect casual bigotries.
These are screenshots from the "held for review" tab of my YouTube Studio backend. YouTube in recent years has gotten good at filtering out content like overt racial slurs and the worst of the worst insults, which is nice, but the filtered comments tab is still not a particularly pleasant place to read through right now.
Most of the comments are like what you see above: casually rude, fatphobic, homophobic, transphobic or otherwise unpleasant. Some of the comments are more intense, threatening me with violence, insulting me personally, "I hope your mom gets raped by a [racial slur]," and worse. The worst comments are a small percentage, but as you can imagine, they do stand out in the mind, and a small percentage of a huge number can still be a lot of comments.
And that's the thing. There are hundreds, and hundreds, and hundreds, and hundreds of comments. I scrolled for fifteen minutes and did not see the end of it. YouTube doesn't keep a visible count on how many comments are held for review, but I'd not be surprised if the 1300 comments count would have been doubled if I hadn't stopped it when I did. And since the video is still accelerating, that number is likely to skyrocket as well.
This provides me with the best theory I have as to why the video took off: the YouTube algorithm started showing it not to people who it thought would like it, but to people it thought would dislike it enough to react, to comment. And the more people did comment, the more the algorithm showed it to other people just like those who commented, who were also likely to dislike it.
This causes a feedback loop of negative attention, which the YouTube algorithm (horrifyingly) interprets as a success and an incentive to keep pushing the video.
Moderating this comments section is now physically impossible - I would need a staff of a dozen to handle it, which I can't afford and who I wouldn't want to expose to it, and while this deluge is going on, moderating the comments of other videos becomes next to impossible as well, since the "held for review" tab is utterly monopolized.
One fix for this problem, of course, is to simply disable the comments. But in my experience, doing that only encourages the worst of the commenters to seek out your other content and leave even worse comments there instead. In fact, a couple of dozen particularly irate people have already sought out my other channels to post insults there, adding to the stress and workload of dealing with all this viral "success."
How YouTube Makes YouTubers Worse
This situation is stressful, because humans are monkey creatures with monkey brains that do not like being exposed to a constant stream of rudeness, cruelty and casual bigotry. However rational you try to be about it, however detached and cold, it wears on you. It chips away at your mental defenses and becomes a constant source of low-level stress and misery.
But as far as YouTube is concerned, it's a huge success.
YouTube's systems are all set up this way. They celebrate increases in numbers with cheerful messages and positive green arrows and "helpful" statistics showing just how much things are growing - meanwhile, if you post otherwise positively received work that doesn't attract as much attention, it will give you dour "your content received fewer views due to lower interest this month" messages and greyed-out downward arrows. If you have a video that does really well on the numbers, YouTube will even play a little fireworks animation on its statistics to celebrate.
It's a form of not-so-subtle psychological manipulation. As a YouTuber you are dependent on your statistics to inform your work - if your rent depends on making those numbers go up, you essentially have no choice but to pay attention to them and let them guide your decision making. And so YouTube designs its systems to push its creators towards the behaviour that the platform finds most beneficial: numbers optimizing.
And the thing is, if I went only by the numbers, I would look at the success of this short and go "oh, there's a viable content strategy here!"
I could try and replicate its "success" by creating more content around the same topic, by targeting the same kind of outrage-baiting, by identifying the contentious subjects and trigger points brought up by the angry people in the comments and hitting them repeatedly, hoping to make engagement fall out.
YouTube would reward me for that, quite handsomely, in fact, even as mental health and professional happiness would absolutely crater. I don't have the personality for that kind of content creation, it's not what I want to do with my work, it's not the kind of person I want to be.
But I am not immune to propaganda. I have already changed as a person from doing this job, I know this for a fact. My priorities have shifted, my wants and needs have changed. Not for the worse, I believe, not yet, but the platform is constantly, constantly pushing on me.
It's unpleasant and it's stressful. It's hostile design, coupled with primitive and insufficient moderation tools, coupled with an aggressive algorithm which will go out of its way to ensure your relationship with your audience is toxic, if that toxicity produces better numbers for the platform.
Viral success is often thought of as a desirable thing, something which can launch a career or skyrocket an unknown to success. The reality is, it is mostly just overwhelming. I'm a grown man and I have done online content creation for a long time, and I have learned strategies to manage toxic comments sections over years of experience.
But imagine if something like this happened to a sixteen year old. Imagine if it happened to a teenage girl just starting out making videos. Or a trans person. Or, hell, any person from a marginalized community. I am sheltered by my privileges, but I have seen how dark it gets and how fast it gets dark for people who don't have those extra protections.
Well, it does happen to them, and no matter how rancid, bigoted and horrible the abuse they receive, they will log in to YouTube Studio to see happy fireworks and "Nice! Your video got 20 million views!" with a little green upwards pointing arrow right next to it.
You might have seen articles and thinkpieces around "creator burnout," and I want you to know that a huge part of what burns creators out is the primitive, profit-optimizing, hostile systems that power these platforms and monetize our worst experiences on them as "engagement."
In case you're wondering how much money I've earned from those 6.8 million views, by the way, it's about $20.
YouTube says they're rolling out full Shorts monetization next year, so I guess I just picked the wrong month to go viral.
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Off limits | Leslie Shay | 18+
Pairing: Leslie Shay x Severide!Reader & Kelly Severide x Sister!Reader
Reader pronouns used: she/her
Summary: You meet a girl in a bar, what happens when you find out that she's your brother's best friend?
Warnings: 18+, minors DNI
Masterlist | Chicago Fire masterlist | Words: 2k
It has been years since you’ve called Chicago home. You decided to move away from the city after the death of your father, Benny Severide, he was everywhere you looked. Mourning him while being surrounded by everything that reminded you of him was impossibly hard. Your brother Kelly, completely supported your decision and had even helped you move. Now that you had fully processed his death, you thought it was time to move back. You decided to call Kelly on your drive over.
“Hey, sis, what’s up?” He said as he picked up the phone, by the loudness of his surroundings you knew he was on shift. “Is now a good time? I can call back later.” You should’ve known by now that he would make time for you no matter what. “You’re all good.” You stop at a redlight and continue your conversation with your brother. “I’m moving back to Chicago, actually I just started driving.” You could hear the happiness in his voice, “I’m so glad you’ll be closer again. Have you found a place yet?” He asks. “No not yet, I figured I would just stay at a hotel until I find a place.” Kelly was quick to respond, “Don’t be ridiculous, you can stay with me and Shay until you find something.” You hear a muffled voice on the other side of the line and then a response from Kelly, “Otis, stop it, she is my sister!” His next words are aimed at you, “Just so you know, 51 is off limits for dating, understood?” You laughed, “You’ve got it. I’ll see you later, bye Kelly.”
You arrived in Chicago after a couple of hours, you felt like walking around for a while before heading over to the address that your brother texted you. It was good to be back, you had always loved it here. You were nearing the cemetery where your dad was buried, contemplating whether you should go visit his grave, ultimately deciding that you were ready. It was the first time you had been here since the day of the funeral, you noticed that the grave was well kept and fresh flowers were standing in a vase next to the headstone. It did you well knowing that Kelly came to visit him, when you weren’t able to. Your next stop was your favorite bar, you needed a drink after this big step.
The ambiance in the bar was exactly as you remembered it. The string lights on the ceiling, the pictures of the locals on the wall, and the laughter and conversation filling the room. You spot a free chair at the bar and claim it. You order a beer, a burger and some fries. “Here you go.” The bartender hands you your beer, “The food will be out shortly.” You smile and thank him. Sipping on the beer, you look around the bar, you love to people watch and what better location than a busy bar? There was a group of older men playing a card game, the table filled with pints of beers. At the pool table you spotted a group, you assumed to be twenty five years old, playing an intense game of pool. You move on to the next part of the bar where you find a woman your age playing a game of darts with a fifty year old man, your eyes linger on the blonde woman. She throws her last dart and cheers, “You owe me a drink, Frank!” You miss the rest of the interaction as your food gets placed in front of you.
You start on your burger and after a few bites the woman stands next to you at the bar. “A beer, please, and can you add it to Frank’s tab?” The bartender looks over to Frank, after a thumbs up he places a beer in front of her. “Smart way to get free drinks.” You comment. “Right?” The woman laughs. “Mind if I sit with you for a moment?” You pretend to think for a moment. “Depends, will you be tricking me into buying you drinks as well?” You joke. The woman is quick to respond, “Don’t worry, I don’t trick pretty girls into buying me drinks.” She raised her beer to cheers it with you. A small blush reaches your cheeks, “Then please take a seat.” She smiles and takes a seat. “I’m Leslie, by the way.” You shake her hand and introduce yourself as well, “Pleasure to meet you, Leslie, I’m y/n.” She smirks, “The pleasure is all mine.”
The two of you fall into conversation easily. You watch as Leslie takes one of your fries, you don't mind at all, but you think it's funny that she just started eating your food. She realizes your eyes on her and realizes what she did. "Oh, I'm sorry. I don't know why I did that without asking you first." You place your hand on her knee, stopping her from rambling. "I don't mind, eat as many as you want." Leslie smiles your way, "Okay, but let me buy you your next drink. Another beer?" You tell her that she doesn't have to buy you a drink in return for eating your fries, but she insists. "Okay, but something non-alcoholic like a club soda or something. I have a feeling this will be an evening that I'd like to remember." You say with a subtle wink. Leslie smirks, and orders "Two club soda's, please."
You have just finished your food when Leslie’s favorite song comes on. “Come dance with me, please. This is my absolute favorite song!” Her enthusiasm pulls you over the edge to say yes. She takes your hand and guides you to the middle of the bar. While keeping hold of your hand she starts dancing around, once again her enthusiasm is contagious and you start dancing with her, the whole crowd at the bar disappears and it’s just you and her jumping around, dancing, and laughing. When the song comes to an end Leslie pulls you close, you’re both still breathing hard from the exercise you just did, but neither of you cared and crashed your lips together. You had been thinking of kissing her since the moment she took the seat next to you at the bar, but nothing you had imagined could amount to her lips actually being on yours. You each got carried away in the moment, but got pulled back to reality by the bar crowd cheering and whistling loudly. You look around the room wide eyed, not having expected so many people to watch you make out with someone. Leslie notices and takes your hand once more, “Come on, let’s get out of here.”
After making sure you’re okay with it, she takes you to her apartment two blocks over. Once inside she takes your hand and guides you to her bedroom. She closes the door and pushes you against it, she wastes no time and starts kissing you again. This time without any crowd interruptions you deepen the kiss and soon your hands are exploring each other's bodies. You unbutton her flannel and drop it to the floor, she does the same to your shirt. Next thing you know she’s laying on top of you in her bed. You weren’t typically one to kiss on a first date, let alone go home with a stranger, but with Leslie it was different. The way she was pleasuring you felt more special, more meaningful than a one night stand. You hoped that she felt the same way. When you were both catching your breath, laying down next to each other, Leslie is quick to let you know that she feels the same way. “Please stay the night. I know we did things kind of backwards but I’d love to take you on a breakfast date in the morning.” You smile wide before kissing her softly, “I’d love that too.”
You’re awoken the next morning by Leslie cuddling into your side. You smile with your eyes still closed and wrap your arm around her, cuddling her back. “Good morning.” She says in a raspy morning voice. You say good morning back and the two of you lay in bed cuddling for a little while longer, until Leslie offers you some coffee. Leslie gets out of bed first and grabs a shirt from the floor and puts it on, she looks down and laughs, “This is yours.” You laugh with her, “It looks good on you. Give me your flannel, please.” Leslie walks out of the room in just the shirt and her underwear, so you follow her lead and leave your pants in the room. You follow her into the kitchen and stand next to her at the counter as she fills two cups with coffee. That’s when you hear a door open somewhere in the apartment, you hadn’t exactly gotten as far as talking about roommates last night. You quickly button up the flannel some more, mentally thanking Leslie for the oversized flannel, covering you until mid-thigh. Nothing could’ve prepared you for the next moment, your brother walked into the kitchen. “Kelly?” You question out loud, confused as to what was happening. “Y/n? What are you doing here?” Leslie looks confused between the two of you. Kelly walks closer and asks another question before you can even answer the first one. “And why aren’t you wearing any clothes?” He then looks over to Leslie, who is also not wearing enough clothes. “Oh no, no, no. I told you not to date anyone from 51.”
Leslie is starting to connect the dots of Kelly’s sister coming to visit and the two of you knowing each other. A laugh escapes her mouth, but she quickly holds it in as Kelly sends her a stern look. “Just so we’re all clear, I did not know she was your roommate or worked at 51. Actually, thinking about it, you told me your roommate's name was Shay, this is Leslie.” Leslie steps closer to you and extends her hand, you take it with a confused look on her face. “Leslie Shay.” She says the laughter she’s holding is still present on her face. “Y/n Severide.” You say defeated. “Okay, now we’ve got that all figured out, I’m going to put some clothes on. Excuse me.” Leslie goes to follow you but is stopped by Kelly grabbing her arm. “Shay, you’re my best friend but she’s my little sister. I don’t know what your intentions are but if you hurt her..” Leslie stops him before he can finish his sentence. “Look, I don’t know what the future holds but I really like her. I’ve never felt this strongly about a person from the start, she’s special, and my intention was to take her out for breakfast this morning, please join us.” She doesn’t leave room for Kelly to respond and walks to her room. She knocks on the door before entering, she finds you sitting on her bed, staring at the floor. “Hey, it’s okay. He might kill me if I hurt you but I don’t intend on hurting you. He’s just being protective, he’ll be fine.” You take a deep breath, “Yeah, you’re probably right. This just wasn’t at all what I expected this morning.” She sits down next to you on the bed and hugs you tight. “I invited him to join us for breakfast, I hope that’s okay. He can’t be mad over food, trust me.”
She was right, Kelly saw the way the two of you were interacting and his worries for you getting hurt eased. He trusted both you and Shay, you were both adults. You just also happened to be the two people he cared the most about in this world, but maybe that was a good thing, his two favorite people meeting and getting along so well. Kelly insisted on paying for breakfast, despite Leslie’s insisting that she’s got it. Leslie leans into your and whispers, I’ll take you on an actual date next time.
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Working Title | Chapter 12
Pairing: Dieter Bravo x OFC Belle
Rating: Mature, 18+, for the love of all things please don’t engage if you are a minor ok?
Word Count: 4.8k
Main Masterlist | Series Masterlist | Chapter 12 on AO3
Chapter Summary: We return to the resort post-photoshoot. Indy and Belle have a girls' night, but is Dieter able to stay away?
Chapter Warnings: SMUT. Oral (m and f receiving). Allusions to intimacy issues. Ryan is his own warning at this point.
A/N: You know I'm a sucker for an alternating POV, so we get a little bit of that. This is the most explicit thing I've written to date sooo be kind as I go crawl into a hole. 😬 But honestly, I couldn't let Belle and Dieter go any longer without something spicy happening.
“Easier said than done, Lizzie. I’m just so…” he leaned closer to her and dropped his voice to a whisper, “I just don’t want to fuck it up you know?”
“You won’t. I’ve never seen you like this sweetheart, I’m really proud of you,” she patted him on the knee and then felt her phone buzz. “Ugh,” she shook her head at her phone.
“What? What is it?”
“Well, you aren’t going to be happy with me, but hear me out,” she put her hands up to pre-empt his frustration, “Maria asked if you and I could have dinner with her tonight at the resort," Dieter sighed. "I know, I know, but it's good for the story."
"Ugh, okay," he looked over to Belle, who was still fast asleep.
"It's only a couple of hours champ, you can survive I promise," she smirked.
"I know," he pouted.
You don't know how long you had dozed off, but the next thing you knew your eyes were fluttering open as the van made its way back up the path to the resort.
Dieter was on his phone when you looked over at him. He must have sensed your glance as his eyes lifted from the screen to land on your face as he gave you the sweetest smile.
When the van finally comes to a stop, everyone files out, Dieter letting Liz go first before following you.
"Did you have a good nap?" He asks as you make your way down the stairs.
"Yeah, I don't know what it is about me and moving vehicles," you chuckle.
"Hey so, I uh," he rubs the back of his neck, pulling you off to the side as Aubrey and Danny walk by. You notice Liz lingering by frantically typing away on her phone, but keeping tabs on you both out of the corner of her eyes. "Originally I had plans to take you somewhere tonight for dinner, but Liz said that Maria wants to have dinner." He looks apprehensive, unsure how you’re going to react.
"That's ok," you smile at him.
"You sure?" He was dumbfounded by your quick and simple response.
"Why wouldn't I be? You have work stuff, I understand."
He let out a breath, "You're amazing you know that?"
"For being ok with you going to a dinner?" You laugh.
"Yeah, I … I haven't…that hasn't always been the case for me."
You sense there's more under the surface, but you don't want to press it.
"Well, I'm sure Indy and I can come up with something to do. I haven't seen her much and we could use a good girls’ night."
"Oh nice, well don't have too much fun. And if you do, take pictures," he whispers the last bit in your ear as he pulls you in for a hug.
"You're ridiculous," you giggle as he kisses the top of your head.
"Indy? Are you here?" The room was quiet but you see Indy's bag on the ground so you’re pretty sure she was there.
"Babe! Ahhhh how was the rest of the photoshoot?!" She runs from her bedroom to give you a big hug. She clearly recently showered, as her hair was still wet.
"It was so good, Ind! The photographer kinda gave me the creeps and Aubrey was annoying, but Dieter … he seriously looked so good! How was your day? Did you put the leave-in conditioner in your hair just now?"
"Yes, moooom! And eeeeek! I'm so excited for you! Well, not for the creepy photographer and dumbass Aubrey. Seriously, want me to throw her in a pool at some point?" She giggles as you playfully hit her shoulder. "My day was good. They're doing some rewrites and I have a kind of sexy scene to shoot with Sam soon," she wiggles her eyebrows and shakes her shoulders.
"Well, good thing you both have been rehearsing so much. Ow!" She slaps you on the ass as you turn toward the kitchen to go get some water. "Are you guys hanging out tonight?"
"No, he actually has a really big scene tomorrow so he's calling it an early night. What about you? You and Dieter doing something fun?"
"He and Liz are actually having dinner with the reporter who’s doing the interview. He went straight there once we got back."
"Oooo so we can have a girls' night?" She grabs both of your arms and shakes you a little.
"I guess so!"
Knock.
"Are you expecting anyone?" You scrunch up your face, looking from the door to Indy.
"No, Ari has the night off." Indy saunters over to the door and looks through the peephole. She turns back to you and smiles before turning around to open the door. You start to make your way over too to see who was there.
"Hi miss, we've been asked to bring this to you." One of the resort staff was at your door with a bottle of champagne and a cart that carried two trays topped with a lid, hiding the contents of what was underneath.
"Oh, we didn't order anythin-" you start to say as Indy elbows you in the side.
"Please, come in," Indy pulls the door back and lets the man wheel in the cart.
"Would you like me to open the bottle, miss?"
"That would be great!" Indy looks over to you with an excited, but surprised expression.
The man makes quick work of opening the champagne and pours you both a glass. He sets both trays onto the kitchen island and puts the bottle in a bucket already filled with ice.
"Anything else I can help you ladies with?"
"N-no, that's great, thank you so much!" You walk him out while Indy reaches for the flutes.
Once you close the door you turn around and see Indy with a huge smile on her face. "Ind, did you order this?"
"No babe, but I know who did," she waves a little note card in the air.
You skip over to her and snatch the card out of her hand.
Hope you ladies enjoy a fun night to yourselves.
D
P.S. I wasn't kidding about the pictures.
"What pictures is he talking about," Indy knocks your shoulder with hers.
You tell her about the flirty exchange you had with Dieter before you both parted ways.
"Ooo, I think our boy Dee is missing you," she teases. "But we should take a photo, you know, as a thank you."
"Right, it would be the right thing to do," you wink.
"That's the spirit!"
She takes the lids off the two trays to reveal a charcuterie board on one tray and an assortment of desserts, on the other.
You arrange the trays at the corner of the kitchen island and stand to the side, ready to take a selfie. "Ok, let's take a picture with all of the stuff."
"Oh, you aren't wearing that," Indy looks you up and down. "C'mon we are having a cute night in, let's put on something fun!"
"I have a feeling you don't mean for me to put on my T-shirt and workout shorts."
Indy shakes her head. "Oh no, we've got to make Dee miss you even more than I know he already is," she winks.
"Anything else I can get you to drink sir?"
"Water is fine thanks," Dieter smiles at the waitress. He glances down to his phone for the fifth time in the last minute. He told Danny to send something up to the girls as a surprise but now his mind is going a mile a minute since he’s yet to hear from Belle.
Did Danny do it right? Of course, he did, the kid doesn't ever let me down. So why hasn't she said anything? Was it too much? I did too much. I thought it would be nice but…
"Dee?"
He looks up to see Liz and Maria staring at him. "Hmm?"
"Everything ok?"
"Y-yea sorry, thinking about a scene I have tomorrow," he tries to play it off and he thinks Maria is fooled but Liz isn’t.
Her eyes narrow a bit before she returns to her conversation about who knows what with Maria. Dieter pretends to be engaged while glancing at his phone.
Buzz.
He practically lunges at his phone, quickly unlocking it when he sees a message from Belle.
Belle: This was so nice of you, thanks for getting our girls' night off to a great start! 😘
Attached was a selfie of Indy and Belle, which Indy clearly took given the angle. She positioned the camera high above their heads with her long arm as they both looked up and smiled. Dieter was a little embarrassed at how quickly his eyes went from Belle’s face down to her body to see what she was wearing.
He tried to take a sip of his water but coughed a little the more he looked at her, tracing every curve he could see.
She had on what looked like a silky pair of pale pink sleep shorts with some lace trim at the bottom and a robe of the same color half thrown over a lacy, sheer black tank top. Her hair was down and she had a cute smirk, but it was her eyes that really drew his focus.
"Dee?"
"Um, y-yea, sorry I was waiting on a text. Just got it," he smiles. "Ah, one sec, lemme respond real quick."
"Ugh, Indy. Are you sure this isn't too much?"
"No bitch, keep drinking your champagne and stop thinking so much," she laughs as she snaps a selfie presumably for Sam.
Buzz.
Dieter: You're welcome baby. Looks like you girls are having fun
Dieter: PS … love Indy, but I feel like I'm gonna need a photo of you by yourself 😉
"See! I told you I didn't need to be in it!" Indy slaps your arm as you both giggle. "Ok, we need to position you a little for this."
You roll your eyes as Indy starts an impromptu photoshoot of you, telling you how to pose while encouraging and hyping you up.
Dieter felt a bit more settled now that he knew the surprise made it to the girls. But, he wished he could run upstairs to devour Belle instead of whatever he ordered.
Buzz
Belle: How's this?
Belle attached another photo of just herself.
Good girl, following directions.
She was kneeling on the couch with her back to the camera, looking over her left shoulder with a shy smile. Her robe was pulled down on one side, exposing her bare shoulder.
His breath hitched, surprised at how bold Belle was being, no doubt spurned on by her best friend and some liquid courage. But still, he was not complaining and started to fidget a bit in his chair, trying to discreetly adjust himself underneath the table.
"He's going to think I'm not wearing anything under the robe." You pull the strap of your tank top back up.
"That's the point, silly!"
Buzz
Dieter: wow, you're making it really hard for me to concentrate on this dinner lol
Dieter: What happened to the top you had on? I rather liked it.
"Worked like a charm," she winks at you. "Here take it off." She comes over to you and starts to pull your top off.
"Jesus Indy! What the fuck!"
"We're going to take a picture of it on the floor, not of you,” she rolls her eyes at you. “We gotta tease him a bit. C’mon, take it off.”
You take off your robe momentarily so you can remove the top, handing it over to Indy.
“Ok, what’re going to do with that?”
“Mmm…oh, I have an idea, here, come with me,” Indy takes your hands and leads you to your room.
“Ok, lay down.”
“Seriously, Indy?”
“Just do it, I have a vision.”
You roll your eyes and hop on your bed. Indy positions your legs crossed one over the other and then drapes the top on the bed next to your legs. She comes to sit next to you and takes a photo.
“Ok, aaaand… send!”
Buzz
Belle: Oh, you mean this?
Dieter leaned forward to put the phone down into his lap so Liz or Maria wouldn’t see it. He saw Belle’s bare legs crossed on what had to be her bed, with her top alongside her.
Fuuuuuck. Is she naked right now?
“Should we order some dessert, Dee?” Liz looked at him a bit confused as to what was distracting him.
“No!” He didn’t mean for that to come out as loud and forceful as it did. “Ah, I mean, no, I’m good. I’m actually getting kinda tired…busy day tomorrow.” His tight-lipped smile didn’t fool Liz, who smirked at him.
Once you send the photo, you put your top back on and go out to the living room to giggle as you snap some racy photos of Indy for Sam. You both sipped the champagne and snacked as she filled you in on some of the on-set gossip, but you couldn’t help but keep glancing at your phone, expecting a response from Dieter. As time went on, your face dropped a bit and Indy sensed your confidence dwindling.
“Don’t get in your head about it, there’s probably a good reason why he hasn’t responded.”
“You don’t think it was too much?”
“If I have to tell you no one more goddamn time I swear I’m going to smack you.”
Knock.
“Hmm…think Dee got us another bottle of champagne? We definitely don’t need it,” Indy laughs as she walks to the door to open it. “Oh, hi!”
“Hey, um is Belle here?”
You straighten up on the couch, peer over to the front door, and see a floppy mess of curls behind Indy.
“Y-yea, she’s in here,” Indy closes the door and does a little dance behind Dieter as he quickly makes his way over to you. “I’ll um…head to my room,” she winks as she grabs her glass and the bottle of champagne before retiring down her hallway.
You stand up to greet Dieter, who immediately brings you in for a hug and then starts kissing your neck.
“W-what are you doing here?” You start to whimper a bit as you feel one of his large hands move down to your ass to squeeze it as he trails kisses across your collarbone and up the other side of your neck.
“I…you…fuck you look so good baby,” he was trying to string words together between his kisses before he finally pulls back and looks you up and down. “Hmm…you put this back on, didn’t you?” He rubs his thumb along the hem of your top.
You hide your face in his chest. “Sorry, I…all of that, it was Indy’s idea.”
“And it’s the best fucking idea she’s had.” He chuckles as he moves back, grabbing your face. “You were driving me insane you know that? Could barely concentrate on dinner because I wanted to come up here and…” he trails off as he kisses you.
You deepen the kiss and pull on his sweatshirt to walk him back to your room. “W-what…hmm… what did you want to come up here and do?” You manage to get out as he nips along your jaw.
“Mmm…had lots of things in mind,” he smiles into your neck.
“Me too.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah, I um…there’s something I want to do.”
You make it to your room and close the door. You work his sweatshirt up and over his head, and your breath hitches when you realize he didn’t have a shirt on underneath. You look up at him and grab his face to kiss him again.
“Hey,” he pulls back, panting. “I want you to do whatever you feel comfortable with ok? We could stop right now and go to bed.”
You roll your eyes and pout, “But that would be no fun.”
He chuckles as he brings you in for another kiss, working your robe off, and letting it fall to the floor.
You turn him so his back is against the door as you work on undoing his belt buckle. Once you finally get it, you start to trail kisses down his jaw, making a point to kiss the little bare patch before working down his neck and his chest. His chest moves up and down as his breathing gets faster, as you move down his stomach. You continue to work down until you’re on your knees in front of him.
As you go to unbutton his shorts he stops you, “Hey, I wanna take care of you first, baby.”
“I…uh…but I want to.” You could feel yourself losing a bit of the nerve you had. “Please…I…uh…”
You’re cut off by Dieter who bends down to kiss you, lifting you back up so you’re standing.
“If you only knew how much I’ve been thinking about your sweet mouth,” he whispers in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. “Just have fun, I’ll tell you what I like,” he smiles into your kiss.
The butterflies come flooding into your stomach as the realization of what you are about to do hits you. But Dieter seems so eager and excited, that you don’t want to lose your nerve. So you start to work your way back down again. He keeps both of his hands at his side as you take his shorts off, one of his hands twitching, itching to touch you.
You felt how excited he was earlier, but now staring at it head-on, your mouth salivates. You hook your fingers under his boxers and your mouth parts as he springs out. He looks so beautiful and confident standing bare in front of you. You look up at him through your eyelashes to see him giving you a smug smile.
You move a bit closer, licking your lips as you lightly wrap your hand around the base and slowly start to swirl your tongue along his tip, stopping to swipe at the bead of precum which makes him shiver and whimper.
“Fuck, you look so pretty baby,” he pants.
He moves one of his hands and threads his fingers through your hair, lightly resting his hand on the back of your head as you slowly take him in. He whimpers again as you slowly move him in and out. You look up at him and see his head thrown back against the wall, slack-jawed, and his eyes clenched shut. He’s trying to praise and encourage you through his panting, but it’s coming out as an incoherent mess of "oh shit" and "fuck" among other things.
You catch his eyes a few moments later as he moves his head to look down at you. The eye contact nearly sends him over the edge, his grip on your hair tightens as you keep a steady pace.
"Fuck…shit, I'm…I'm close baby, where…where can I?"
You hollow your cheeks as you move off of him, and an obscene pop sounds through the empty room.
"Wherever you want," you pant as you take him again with even more enthusiasm than before.
"Holy shit…I…keep doing that."
There was something powerful about seeing this gorgeous man reduced to a whimpering mess all because of you.
I still got it.
You always thought you were pretty good at oral, you and Indy had traded enough tips and tricks over the years to each perfect your preferred methods. But like most everything related to intimacy, Ryan wrecked it. His preferred method for receiving a blow job was ramming his dick so far down your throat that you'd choke and gag on it. He got some sick satisfaction from seeing your humiliation. Oftentimes by that point, he was close and all you needed to do was finish him off with your hand.
But with Dieter, you wanted all of him, you couldn’t get enough. As you continued bringing him in and out, you felt his thigh twitch and his grip on your hair tighten, which you surprisingly were into.
"Baby, l-look…at me," Dieter pants as you look up through your eyelashes again as you lick up the underside of his shaft. "Fuck, I'm gonna… I'm…"
You return your mouth to him as his release starts, and you're ready for it as it hits the back of your throat. Dieter is making the most obscene noises and you continue working him through until he pulls you off abruptly.
"Shit," he quickly pants. "Fuck, sorry, that was ….I'm…gonna need a second," he chuckles as he rests his head on the wall, closing his eyes and catching his breath. You take a few moments to make a mental picture of this before standing up.
You go to wipe the side of your mouth to collect the last bit of cum that escaped your lips when he opens his eyes and leans forward licking it off instead.
Your eyes go wide as he leans back against the wall. His smug smile returns before he cups your face and starts to kiss you. It becomes deeper as his tongue explores your mouth, stopping a couple of times to either slightly bite or suck on your bottom lip.
He pulls back, looking at you with a bit of desperation. "Get on the bed. Please."
With Dieter, you were trying so hard to block out all of the bad shit that you associated with sex. Because what you just did? That was fun. He makes you feel giddy, appreciated and wanted.
You smirk and saunter over to your bed sitting on the edge as you watch him walk over, his eyes black with lust.
"Move back up."
You shuffle backward onto the bed, feeling some deja vu from this morning. Except this time, you were more than willing to have Dieter do whatever he wanted.
He crawls towards you and stops, taking a moment to check in with you. Your chest moves up and down, trying to catch your breath in anticipation of what is to come.
He takes one of your feet in his hands and starts to trail kisses up from the arch up to your ankle and calf before stopping at your knee. You shiver a bit as the prickliness of his beard rubs against your skin. He puts the sole of your foot onto the bed so your knee is propped up, looking at you and licking his lips before he does the same thing to your other leg. He shuffles himself between your knees again checking in with you.
"Want me to keep going?"
You nod and he shakes his head.
"I gotta hear you, baby, tell me what you want."
"You," you pant. He's not touching you at this point but the anticipation is building.
"Want me to what?"
"I …uh … I…" You cover your eyes with your hands, a little embarrassed about saying what you want out loud.
Dieter crawls up your body, one of his hands working to uncover your face.
"Hey, don’t hide. If you want me to stop I can."
"No, I …sorry, I'm just not umm…"
"Not used to asking for what you want?"
"Yeah…that," you chuckle.
"Tell me, and if you don't want to say it then show me."
"Mmm okay. Um, I want this," you bring two fingers up to his lips, which he promptly takes the opportunity and kisses them, "here," you take your fingers off his lips and thread them between your bodies.
He pushes off to see your fingers stop over your mound, a smile coming across his face. "Yea? You sure?"
"Yes. Please."
He takes a deep breath and kisses you. "Well, since you asked so nicely," he smirks as you roll your eyes at his sarcastic tone. "I aim to please."
The trek back down your body is deliberate and slow as he presses open-mouth kisses over your top before stopping at the waistband of your shorts. He lets out a breath and looks up at you again. He hooks his fingers and starts to pull your shorts down. He licks his lips as he sees the black lacy underwear you had on. You push up on your forearms to get a better view. The image of his fluffy curls and broad shoulders between your legs is nearly enough to get you over the edge.
“You still good?”
“Mhmm…y-yea,” you smile.
“Good.”
He takes the lace off and presses kisses up and down one of your thighs as his hand caresses the other. You start to writhe in anticipation as he moves closer and closer to your core. He hooks one arm around your thigh and the other hand rests on your lower stomach.
You close your eyes and feel him lick a long stripe up, your hips buck up at the sensation.
“Fuuuuck,” you whimper, throwing your head back. Your eyes are clenched shut but you can feel him smiling as he continues to work his way around, like a man starved.
It honestly feels like you blacked out for a second, overcome by the pleasure of Dieter’s tongue. It’s unlike anything you’ve ever felt before and you’re so overwhelmed by it all you can’t even pinpoint everything he’s doing or the sounds he’s making. All you know is that it feels amazing and you don’t want him to stop. You prop yourself up on one forearm and use your free hand to tug on his curls.
As he concentrates on your clit, you feel him press a finger inside you, which makes your hips buck up even more, but his other hand presses you back down. He continues to work you over, you can practically see stars as he hits a spot you haven’t felt a partner hit in a long time. You hoped that Indy had some headphones in because you couldn’t control the moans that came from the depths of your throat as Dieter pushed you over the edge.
He worked you down the other side of your climax, whispering praises as he kissed your thigh. You both sat silent for a moment, taking in what just happened. You couldn’t remember the last time you came from getting eaten out.
“Oh my god,” you pant. “You…you’re really fucking good at that,” you giggle as Dieter comes back up to nuzzle into the crook of your neck. You could feel him smile into your neck as you catch your breath.
“I’m glad…I’ve wanted to do that for a while,” he kisses you, pushing his tongue in your mouth so you can taste yourself. “You’re amazing you know that? So fucking beautiful.”
“Yeah?” You smile into his kiss.
He pushes up to look at you, tracing his thumb down the side of your face. “Why would you think you aren’t anything less than perfect?” You turn away from him, blushing a bit as he sighs. “Ugh, try and forget him yea? I knew he was a fucking idiot before but now,” his eyes trail down your body. “But now I know it without a shadow of a doubt.”
You both kiss again, a little slower than before, taking time to explore each other. Your hands find their way back to his hair, your fingers scraping lightly along his scalp. You can feel him getting hard again as he moves his hand under your top before you pull back.
“Is…is it ok if this is all we do tonight?” You bite your lip, confused as he starts to laugh. “What’s so funny?”
“We’ve done so much already!” He kisses you, still smiling. “You teased me, got me all riled up, and then I came up here and you…” his eyebrow twitched as he smirked. “All I’ve wanted is to be close to you however you’ll let me, and so I’m over the fucking moon right now.”
“Really?” he nods as he kisses you again. “Well, I am too,” you giggle as he nipped at your jaw, moving down to your neck.
You don’t know how much time passes, but eventually, you’re both under the covers, your head resting on his chest as his fingers dance through your hair.
“Can I stay here tonight?” he finally broke the peaceful silence, glancing down at you.
“Y-yea, I’d like that.”
“I think I need to bring you with me on all of my photoshoots if this is how they end,” he winks as you laugh into his chest. He brings his arms around you, his warm embrace filling your stomach with butterflies again. The last thing you remember is him kissing the top of your head before you doze off to sleep.
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A/N: I had plans to write other things this week, but Dieter kept yelling at me so here I am with two Working Title updates in the same week. I can’t guarantee how quickly the next one will arrive, but hopefully, this settles a bit of the slow burn we’ve been working on. There’s part two of the photoshoot in the next chapter along with another day on set filming.
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Into the Unknown
Billy Russo x Reader
Warnings: Billy Russo, murderous thoughts, mentioned gun
Word Count: 700ish
“Let me get this straight. You’re from another universe where I exist as a fuckin’ fictional character and you’ve come here to change that story’s endin’? Is that right?”
“Yes, I know it’s far fetched-”
“It’s bullshit is what it is. Prove it. Tell me somethin’ only I would know.”
This was such a bad idea. “I have the feeling you might shoot me if I tell you some of the things I know about you.”
“I promise not to shoot you ‘til I’ve heard you out. How ‘bout that, sweetheart?” This man is so much scarier in real life. He’s grinning like a shark.
“I know about Arthur and how you hate being called pretty and your addict mom and Project Cerberus and Agent Orange and Kandahar and what happened to Frank Castle’s family.”
“No shit.” He gives a surprised bark of a laugh. “You were right, that does sound like somethin’ I would shoot you for. Maybe you’re just a spy.”
“Why the fuck would a spy come here unarmed with this sorta reasoning? I have some things on my phone that might help, can I reach for it?”
Billy nods and you pull out your phone. It’s no longer connected to your world, but everything you had open on it is still open. Including Pinterest with quite a few of Billy Russo’s pictures, AO3, and Tumblr. You pull up the pictures first. Ones from when he was overseas and ones of Rawlins.
“How the fuck do you have this?” He snatches the phone from you and starts scrolling.
“I told you. In my world, you are a TV show character. These are from that show and look, these are stories people made based off that show.” You show him a couple tabs left open on your phone, thankfully with some of the more tame fanfics.
“How does it end? My story?” He asks
“It doesn’t end well. But, I want to help. I want to change it.”
“Why? Say I believe all this,” he gestures to your phone and you. “Why would you help me knowing what you know?”
“You’ve had a shit life and done some terrible things, but I think even someone like you deserves someone purely on their side.”
“I’m guessin’ I wasn’t the hero of your show.”
“No, you weren’t.”
“Then who was?”
You hesitate.
“I’m not going to shoot you, sweetheart.”
“I think you’re going to be upset if I tell you some of the details.”
“Tell me.”
“Frank Castle, he’s the protagonist.”
“And what role do I play? I don’t have a good ending and I'm not the hero. What am I then?”
“You know what you did, Billy. What do you think?” Maybe antagonizing the homicidal narcissistic sociopath isn’t a good idea.
“I think it’s in your best interest to tell me everything you know, now,” he growls and you try not to shrink backwards.
You shake your head, standing your ground. “You’ll kill me if I do that. I’m more useful to you alive, a lot of things happen or will happen in New York that you don’t know about. Besides, it’s more than just what I know, I’ve seen enough to be able to read some of these people. I can help even when things change.”
He cocks his head at you and you know him well enough to see him thinking about killing you, or torturing and then killing you. Maybe this hadn’t been such a good idea. Maybe you should have tried to find Frank and spin things in a way to keep Billy alive. Maybe you should have gone to any of the number of vigilantes in the city. But you had appeared in front of Anvil. You knew you had the chance to change things and you took it. Hell, maybe you are just dreaming and if he kills you, you’ll wake up.
“I’ll deal with you later, I have a meeting to get to. If you really are on my side, you will wait here and not touch anything until I get back. Am I clear?”
“Yes,” you say. Before he leaves, you blurt out just to cover your bases, “Don’t trust Rawlins. He just drags you into messes and makes you clean up after him. He’s more likely to kill you than help you if he thinks you’re a loose end.”
“I know, sweetheart, but thanks for the concern.” Billy smiles at you, without murder in his eyes this time, and leaves you alone in his office, wondering if you’ve made the right call.
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Deeper Than The Holler:
I fell in love with the self-insert x reader stories I have read from the Chaos Squad otherwise known as @bayisdying @cycbaby @dragon-kazansky @mrsjaderogers (my adoptive mama) @askmarinaandothers @callsignscupcake @mtnofgrace @altierirose and a special thank you to @switchbladedreamz for proof reading and to @sligheach-sidhe & @firefly-graphics for the dividers!
Leonard ‘Wolfman’ Wolfe x Amanda ‘Highroller’ Moore 🦋☂️
The Title is off of this Randy Travis Song
He knew the moment that she walked into the O Club for what looked for her shift that he was hooked. She wore the regulated uniform, a t-shirt with the O Club symbol small on the front on her left breast and then a large picture on the back. She also had a slightly dirty white stetson covering her yellow-like sunflower hair, and if the light of the club catches it just right, you can see streaks of red in it. Sat on the bridge of her nose were glasses, thick like a coke bottle, and in her right nostril, a rose gold hoop.
His eyes wandered her frame as she made her way to the bar to start her shift, he paused on her forearms. There, he saw two tattoos, on her left what seemed to be wording, most likely a quote, and on her right, a butterfly, with its right side flowers instead of its usual symmetrical wings. She was different than most women here in Miramar. You could tell by the way she carried herself she was from a small town, head held high, shoulders back. She had something to prove. What that was, he didn’t know but was willing to find out.
As he looked at her features and analyzed her, he realized that her shoulders were uneven, and one collarbone was higher up than the other. Once he had built up the courage to talk to her, he might ask about that. Hollywood must have followed his line of sight because he was nudging my arm and wiggling his eyebrow, “Pretty ain’t she Wolfie?” all I could do was nod, so entranced by her beauty, “Sure is Wood.” “Why don’t you go up and talk to her?” “Because we both know that I’ll say something stupid and lose my chance to talk to her.” “Never know if you don’t try.”
After a few beers, and much encouraging from Hollywood, Leonard got up from his seat and made his way to the bar to order another drink. “What can I get you hon?” She smiled at him while waiting for his drink request. “Two buds, bottle?” She nodded her head swiftly before turning her back towards him and walking away. When she came back with said drinks, “Paying for now, or on a tab?” “Tab, should be under ‘Leonard’” “We have a couple ‘Leonard’s’ here tonight. Got a last name I could search?” He nodded, “Yeah, Wolfe.” “Ok, you’re settled. Anything else I can get you?” Leonard leaned on the bar, “You know my name, but I don’t know yours.” She laughed, loud and contagiously, “Oh hon, I don’t date pilots.” “Then it’s a good thing I’m a RIO. Don’t you think?” She laughs again, moves her hair behind her ear, “I guess, but it doesn’t change the fact that your job is in a plane.” Leonard smirks, “You’ll break down eventually. They always do.” He turns away and goes back to Hollywood.
The next time he sees her, all of the squadron are sitting at a table and laughing about stupid shit. Leonard guesses that he’s staring at her for too long because the other pilots end up looking over at where he is. “Well I’ll be damned! Wolfie’s got a lil crush on the new bartender!” Laughed Maverick. “Grown men don’t get crushes, they admire.” “Grown men might, but you, Wolfie, you still get crushes.” Said Ron. “Ha-ha, Slide.” “Why don’t you go chat her up?” “He has, she laughed at him and told him she doesn’t date pilots.” “But he’s a RIO.” “I told her that too.” “Maybe she just doesn’t find your ugly mug attractive?”
“Alright, alright. Leave the cub alone. Maybe she’s lost that lovin feeling?” “First off, no. That shit doesn’t work.” “For you, maybe.” “Try a pick up line? You know what my dad always said, girls like guys who can make her smile.” “Have you heard this man flirt? It’s terrible! I don’t know how he got a girl before the Navy.” “I’m not that bad,” “Wolfie, the last female you talked to, literally laughed in your face at how bad the line was.” “Whatever, you guys are just assholes.” “Hey, if you’re going up there, get us another round?”
Wolfman nodded and made his way up to the bar, tapping his fingers on the smooth granite. “Hey! You’re back, what can I get you Leo?” “I am, could I get the boys and me another round?” “Sure, bottles of bud?” He nodded, “Yea.” She left to grab the beers and then came back, “So, are y’all celebratin’ or something?” “Um, yeah. We had a mission. We all made it back.” “Good to hear, hate to not be able to see your face every shift.”
His eyes widened at this confession. “Really, I thought you don’t date pilots?” She smiled, “I don’t, but I can see when someone’s attractive. I do have eyes Leo, they might not have the best sight though.” She said as she adjusted her coke bottle glasses up her nose. “I think they see just fine sweetheart.”
She laughs at him, “Of course you’d say that! I just complemented your looks!” “I don’t need to be praised for my handsome face to see that your beautiful.” “Oh, your one of those pilots huh?” “What kind?” “Overconfident and flirty.” “Overconfident? Sometimes. flirty? Always sweetheart.” He winked, she rolled her eyes at him.
She heard a holler from the other side of the bar, looked over and saw his friends wave and smile. She pushes the beers towards Leo a little more, “You better go before your friends have your ass for warm beer.” “I think they might deserve it, they’re dicks to me. They gave me shit for my flirting skills.” “Well tell them that they were right. You suck, but your cute and make me laugh. So, I guess it’s worth it.” She winks before turning away for another costumer. He smirks the whole way to the table with the drinks.
It’s another week or two before he sees her again. He doesn’t know her name, but feels like he’s close to gaining that privilege. Wood and he are at a table off to the side of the bar, so he can see her work. “Now that’s just stalkerish Wolfie. It’s like your completely smitten by her! Do you even know her name yet?”
He shook his head at his pilot, “You know I don’t. I just met her a month ago!” “Most guys would’ve already got her name and taken her out on a couple of dates! Grow a pair!” “She doesn’t date pilots! That’s what she told me our first meeting, Wood. What if I really don’t have a chance?” “Well, you probably don’t. I mean, you look at yourself in the mirror Wolfie? Not that great of a face.”
Leonard punches his shoulder, “Hey dude! You’re supposed to be my friend, support your friend!” “Wolfie, I can only do so much.” “Why do you say these mean things to me? I thought you loved me?” Wood laughs, “I say them because I love you Wolfie!” “You don’t act like it.” “I act like a brother, brothers love each other!” “Because they have too!” “Exactly, I have too! you’re my RIO, if you weren’t there I couldn’t make it back!”
Leonard folds his arms over his chest, leans back in his seat, and takes a pull of his beer. Wood slaps his arm closest to him and smiled, “Here comes your girl.” “Nice try, Wood. That might’ve worked the first couple of times, not not this one.” He heard her voice before he saw her, “Well I’ll be damned, if it ain’t that funny pilot!” “Actually, sweetheart. I’m a RIO.” “I know, I just like to mess with you.”
“Hi, I don’t believe we met. I’m Wolfie’s best friend and pilot, Hollywood.” “Hollywood huh? Seems pretty egotistical don’t you think?” “Well, what do you mean sweetheart?” She gives a little smile and waves her finger, “No. I’m gonna stop you right there, ‘Hollywood.’ You can’t call me Sweetheart, that’s Leo’s nickname for me, but you can call me ‘High Roller’ since we’re using callsigns.”
Both men have their jaws slightly opened and eyes widen, how did she know about callsigns? Leo left the bar later that night with Wood with more questions than answers.
The group of pilots made their way to a table near the back before picking one to come order the beers. “Hey darlin’, didn’t catch your name last couple of times I’ve seen you here.” She smiles sarcastically before slamming the beer on the counter, “That’s cause I didn’t throw it, ‘darlin’.’
“Well look at the sass on this one!” “You got some more than just sass comin’ if you ain’t careful buddy.” “I thought you southern belles were supposed to be kind and generous?” “Well, first off. I’m from the Midwest. Two, I am kind and generous to the people who don’t piss me off.”
“I’m sorry, we got off on the wrong foot. I’m Chipper.” “Nice callsign. What’s your actual name?” “Well you’re just full of surprises aren’t you? I’m Charles.” “I might not be the sharpest tool in the shed, but I’m pretty sure y’all are tryna get my name to give to your boy?” The man now known as ‘Chipper’ chuckles, “You caught us. Can you please, just tell me ?”
She leaned in on the counter, “Nice try Chip, the only way he’s gettin my name, is if he plays for it.” “Should I tell him that or let him keep asking one of us to talk to you?” He smirks, “Let him keep guessing. It’s fun to watch him squirm.” She hands him the first round before checking on another patron.
As the guys made the rounds to get the beer for the table every couple of weeks and to talk, you gave each new pilot basic information about you. In passing, mentioning being a former pilot. Which they technically already knew, given your callsign. What was news to them was after a bad ejection, leaving you with a broken collarbone and ankle, you had to be discharged. All of the men repeated the information back to Leo while the others sat and planned out loud.
After many weeks of badgering and complaining about the plan, Leonard finally grew the balls and talked to ‘Sweetheart.’ “So, word around the bar is that you won’t tell them your name?” The blonde smirked and pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose, “Maybe word is right. Whatcha gonna do bout it?”
“I think I’m going to man up and ask.” She shrugged, “Sweetheart, please, what’s your name?” “My name is Amanda, and before you ask what you’re gonna ask next, my answer is yes.” “Even if you don’t date pilots?” He smiled. “The thing, Leo, is that you’re not a pilot. I believe the first night we met you said that you were a RIO.”
“And I believe you said that I still worked in a plane.” She smirked, “I change my mind. I mean as a former pilot, we need RIOs right? To make sure we get home?” Leo chuckled, “Yeah, every pilot needs a RIO. Does after your shift work?” “Sure thing, Cowboy!” She kisses his cheek before going back to work, smirking as she hears the whoops & hollering from his friends at their table. Before she’s out of earshot she hears, “I hope you know, Sweetheart, that I’m going to love you deeper than the holler, just like Travis said!” He smiles, taps a little happy beat on the bar counter, grabs the beers, then turns around to his friends.
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The Romance of Reimbursements - Chapter 7
Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Reader
Status: COMPLETED
Summary: There’s a guy you see every Friday on bus 143, and you think he’s pretty hot. It wouldn’t hurt to tell your best friend about him, would it?
or, you and Levi take the same bus home from work every Friday, and you fall in love slowly, clumsily, and with all the time in the world to fold as many paper stars as your heart desires.
Word Count: 5.7k
Tags: slow burn, friends to lovers, modern au, office au, fluff, romance, meet-cute, matchmaking
(A/N: this fic is entirely available on ao3 here if you would like to read it there instead!)
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When Levi started his Saturday, he expected his roommates to be thorns on his side.
It's the first weekend in a while that Isabel hasn't been swarmed with schoolwork or MCAT studying, and Furlan got the day off at work—the two of them with the whole day free to themselves were sure to be trouble.
In the morning while he was with a client discussing plans for a building in a neighboring city, Isabel called him and asked him to send her the recipe that you sent him last night. His client took Levi's request to step away to take the call in stride, but Levi chewed Isabel out for interrupting his work instead of just texting him what she needed.
Still, after hanging up, he forwarded the picture you sent to him yesterday and told her to wait for him to ask for help from you himself if she needed it.
Yesterday, after you left the flower shop, Isabel begged him for your number. It was embarrassing, quite frankly, how open she was about wanting it despite only having talked to you twice now. He would've given it to her, honestly, to avoid her pestering him, but he was too scared to look at your contact when you'd left him on read, and he'd rather take the pestering.
Isabel would end up getting your number anyway, since you so graciously mentioned knowing Hange.
Isabel replied with a thumbs-up emoji before Levi turned off his phone to get back to his client. After some further discussion, she told him to expect some paperwork to finalize the deal in a couple of days, and she left his office space.
He typically works from home if he doesn't have a lecture to teach and meets with clients upon request in conference rooms, but this particular client requested that they meet at his university office. Not any particular issue—he can get more work done here anyway.
When she's out of the room, he brings his chair closer to his computer and checks his emails. Some students message him asking the most ridiculous, braindead questions, and he has to hold himself back from scolding them for not checking the syllabus before emailing him of all people.
There's some other emails from clients with feedback and whatnot, but nothing pressing that'd require him to make any phone calls, so he replies with more emails. He switches tabs over to his teaching site, last night having been the due date for their midterm project proposals, and he grimaces.
Can these kids turn in anything on time?
He sends his teaching assistants a message telling them they can start grading, and he finishes out his business on his computer. He checks the time; 10:29 AM. A reasonable enough time to pack up for the day and get home, considering he has no other work-related things to do.
He puts his things into his backpack, then locks the door to his office before he starts heading to the parking garage. He sees some of his students, some of whom are ballsy enough to approach him to ask about the upcoming midterm and other assignments, but he ignores them all until they give up. The instructions are on the syllabus, both him and his teaching assistants already repeated those instructions during class, and it's a fucking Saturday—he most certainly is not going to stop only to repeat himself for the third time.
When he gets to his car, it feels a bit unfamiliar.
He hasn't taken his car to work since September, only bothering with the parking for a week before deciding to completely switch over to using public transit, but campus is empty enough on weekends that he doesn't need to do that today. He reverses out of the spot and drives home without bothering to put on any music, just listening to whatever's on the radio as white noise.
For a Saturday, the roads are relatively empty, but that doesn't mean anything to Levi other than a slightly faster commute back home.
When he walks through the door into their shared house and into the kitchen, he finds Isabel rummaging through the cupboards whilst looking at her phone. When she notices him, she waves at him with the hand her phone is in.
"Welcome back!"
"What are you doing?" Levi asks, putting his backpack down at the dining table and then going over to Isabel. When he sees the mess, he picks up the nearest thing to him (which happens to be a box of graham crackers) and smacks her on the head with it. "You're making a mess."
She waves him off, unfazed by the tap. "I'm looking for ingredients. I wanna make egg tarts." Levi rolls his eyes and makes his way over to the cupboard where the box goes, puts the graham crackers back, and rearranges the other things Isabel moved in there.
"None of us ever bake. What makes you think we have anything you need for that?"
She shrugs from the corner of his eye. "Might as well check."
"Where's Furlan?"
"He's still sleeping."
"Figures."
Levi goes one by one through the cupboards, cleaning up the chaos Isabel leaves behind. She stretches upwards when she's done plowing through practically the entire kitchen, and the one thing that gets left on the countertop is an almost-empty carton of eggs. Levi frowns at them.
"You tore apart the kitchen only to come up with a few eggs?"
"I'm not the one in charge of groceries! It's not my fault we don't have anything."
Looking closer, he sees that one of the tea canisters on the counter is missing. He looks at Isabel before going over to the trash bin only to see it at the bottom. He frowns and grabs it—thank fucking heavens that there's nothing else in there yet. He's sure it's clean because he's the one to set up the trash bag before going to work in the morning, but he would've gotten the container back anyway.
"Why is this in the trash?" He chastises her. She looks at him quizzically.
"Is that not trash?"
What? This is definitely not trash. "Are you blind?" He opens the lid and faces the inside to her, and Isabel, again, looks at him with confusion.
"Isn't that just trash? It's not tea."
He scoffs, then brings it towards him to check and make sure she didn't throw those away somewhere else.
When he sees several paper stars inside, still perfectly intact, he relaxes a bit but continues glaring at Isabel.
"Leave this here," he huffs, putting it back on the countertop.
Furlan, now woken from his slumber by the ruckus in the kitchen, speaks up from the hallway. "What're you guys fighting about now?" He asks, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.
"This isn't a fight," says Levi.
Furlan yawns, walking over to the dining table. "Yeah, okay."
Levi goes past the two of them and into the hallway. Before he can get far, however, Isabel calls after him. "Hey, don't leave!"
He looks back at her, deadpan. "I need to go on my run."
Isabel wants to go after him, but Furlan stops her and nods for Levi to leave. He does and swiftly goes to his room to get into clothing more appropriate for exercise, and when he's out, Furlan's on his way out the door and Isabel is nowhere to be seen.
"Where are you going?"
"Isabel wants to go to the grocery store. Thanks for telling us where you got those tarts, by the way," Furlan jests.
"In your pajamas?" Levi rolls his eyes, grabs his phone, his wallet, and a bottle of water from his backpack, and he then goes to grab his sneakers from the shoe rack near the door.
Furlan looks down and comically screams out, "Oh no, I had no idea!," then laughs at himself.
"Really?" Levi finishes tying his shoes and Furlan closes the door after he's out. He sees Isabel at the car, but he doesn't say anything to her. She rolls down her window when he's close enough, and she sticks her arm out. He just stares back at her.
"Hey! Stop!" He still doesn't say anything. "I'm sorry I threw away your tea!"
He scoffs, swatting her arm out of the way. He doesn't quite know what to say, so he just runs off. When Furlan gets to the car's passenger seat, he puts his hand on Isabel's shoulder.
"Hey, don't worry about him, okay?"
She shrugs with a new smile on her face, then putting the car in reverse. "I'm okay, he's the one in the wrong here."
Meanwhile, Levi's running around the neighborhood in the general direction of the main street where most of the traffic is. Not for any particular reason—just that he doesn't need his neighbors trying to stop him to ask about his job, his house, or any of that nonsense.
Levi, despite running whenever there's enough free time to allow him to do so, is convinced that runner's high is a scam. Running is brutal, it burns his lungs, and he always swears he's never going to do it again, but he still does it because it helps get him away from whatever metaphorical demons are chasing after him (and to keep himself in good enough shape, though, Sina University is so fucking big that he gets enough steps just walking from the bus stop to his office).
He loses track of time quickly, not that he was looking at his phone in the first place. After a good several miles of running, he takes a quick break at a bench facing the bus stop he ordinarily gets off at. Bus 143 comes and goes as he waits there, but he makes sure to signal to the driver that he doesn't need to get on. Levi hears a beep from his phone, so he checks.
Isabel - 1:12 PM
hey we forgot to buy flour! can you get some :)
Instead of replying with a text, Levi calls her. "How the fuck do you forget the flour?" Levi knows fuck-all about baking, but is flour not literally the most important ingredient in any baked good?
"It doesn't matter! Can you get some?"
"I'm still on my run," he grumbles, getting up.
"So?"
Levi sighs, pausing before heading for the market on Rose. It's close enough to where he is anyway. "Fine," he tells her before hanging up.
Isabel, as stubborn and irritating as she can be, is a good kid, and Levi isn't going to be the one who makes her upset on one of her few free days.
He already feels bad enough for guilting her for throwing away the canister; she wouldn't have known what it was for, anyway, besides holding onto the dandelion root tea you gave him weeks ago.
To say he got addicted to dandelion root tea is a wild exaggeration. He didn't mean to forget about his other tea blends, he just instinctively began reaching for that specific one when he went to make his tea.
When it got empty (and it got empty relatively quickly), he thought back to your first interaction back at dinner.
If Erwin and Hange both said they kept their stars from you on display, why couldn't he? He saw Erwin's jar when he came in for lunch, the day after the two of you were formally introduced to one another, and he took notice of Hange's vase on the cabinet next to their TV the next time he visited. Nothing special about it—everyone else did it, and it was normal.
He kept the one you made from your napkin from the first dinner on his dresser. The other three from when he drove you back to your and Hange's apartment complex were still in his glove box, along with all the other ones you'd given him during your times out together; the two of you were typically seated next to each other, and so he's the one you end up giving the stars to at the beginning of dinner (and the person who has to ask the waiter for a new napkin when you actually need it).
And so, he brought in the stars from his glove box, put them in the empty tea canister with the one he's kept on his dresser, and never said a word about it. Whenever he'd get a new one, he'd do the same thing again.
When he sees the supermarket in view, he slows himself down until he settles into a walk, and he drinks all of his water before throwing away the empty bottle into the trash can near the front entrance. He knows this place decently enough—Furlan's the one in charge of grocery shopping for the house, but he's been dragged along enough times to know where things are. Still unprepared to face Isabel, though, he opts to take his time and go through every aisle. He can't recall where the flour is, anyway. Nobody in their house has ever needed flour before right now.
He doesn't quite get the chance to go through everything, though, because as soon as he reaches the end of the aisle, he hears your voice. He thinks his mind is fucking with him at first because, well, why would you be here? You live a fair drive away, even if it is only 10 minutes, and there's a more popular grocery store closer to you, so why would you be here? He hesitates in looking around, because he's almost certain that he's just misheard whoever was talking, but when he sees you in the bakery section, he freezes.
Time passes without him realizing, and moments later, you're in front of him, telling him that it's nice to see him as if you haven't seen him at least once a week for the last 5 months.
"Yeah," he replies. When the silence is too much for him (and you), he realizes he's acting like a fucking idiot, and he shouldn't be scared of you. "What're you doing here?"
"Just getting some things for dinner. What about you?"
"My roommates texted me during my run and told me to buy a bag of flour."
"Isabel and Furlan are your roommates?" At the mention of them by name, he can't help but question it.
"How do you know that?"
"They called me earlier for help picking stuff out. I figured you were talking about them."
They called you? The one fucking thing he told Isabel not to do. "I told them to wait for me to text you, not for them to fucking call you. I didn't think they were serious about making anything today. Sorry about them."
"It's no problem. Besides, I wasn't busy with anything, so I didn't mind."
Well, since you're such close friends with Hange, Levi's sure you've already dealt with your own fair share of their tomfoolery and can tolerate Isabel.
"Still." He watches as you take the sweet from your hand, tear off a piece, and hold it out for him. Is this for him? "What's that?"
It's a fucking pastry, idiot. Everyone knows what a pastry is.
"Take some, the baker here gave it to me," you say, then pause. "Or if you don't want it, you can give it to Isabel."
He sighs. It could be a good enough treat to give Isabel as an apology, so he takes it. "Thank you. I'll give it to her when I'm home."
When neither of you say anything, he wants to send you off to finish getting what you need for dinner.
It'd be selfish to keep you here when you could be doing literally anything else right now.
He wants to leave and look for flour, but suddenly, he realizes: he doesn't know what kind of flour he needs.
That's fucking great.
He read over the recipe you sent yesterday, and all it says is "flour." Furlan had a phase in university where he'd watch MasterChef constantly, and Levi would overhear all this talk about how much the type of flour matters in literally anything.
So, he has to ask now.
No, it's not because he wants to keep you there with him. He could just let Isabel and Furlan fail at the tarts, and they'd be too embarrassed to ever try baking again.
But before he can stop them, the words awkwardly spill out from his mouth.
"What flour do I need?"
God, he must sound like a fucking idiot right now
You smile, then you put your hands on the handles of your cart. "I'll show you."
He walks alongside you as you go through the aisles, and he's glad that neither of you make conversation. He's made a complete fool of himself already, and he'd probably say something stupid again if he opened his mouth.
When you reach the flour, you point out which ones he could get, and he picks the cheapest bag he can. Apparently, it's not as deep as the MasterChef contestants made it out to be. You offer to let him put it in your cart, which he does, and the two of you head over to the cash register together.
When he helps you load the things onto the conveyor belt, he doesn't miss the fact that you're wearing much more casual clothes than usual.
Even when you're not coming from work to the random dinners and get-togethers that Hange organizes, you're always well put-together and dressed up. He's the same in that regard, never wanting to look bad in case a student runs into him or a client recognizes him.
Right now, though, you're both dressed down.
It feels quite domestic, the way you two are out right now.
He takes out his phone, not really because he wants to do anything on it, but he doesn't want to make you feel awkward about having to be seen with him. When he hears the cashier tell you to swipe your card, he looks up and sees that you already paid for the flour. He doesn't say anything to you in protest to avoid causing a scene and potentially angering you, who just helped him without any good reason to, so, instead, he wordlessly helps load everything back into the cart and pushes it himself out of the store.
Once you're out of the store and out of the main walkway, you both stop. You hand Levi his half of the pastry and a bag with the flour, and he opens his mouth just to say something else stupid.
"Thanks for paying for the flour," he says.
You wave him off. "Don't worry about it. It was, like, 5 bucks." He nods.
"Again, sorry about Isabel and Furlan calling you. It probably woke you up."
"It did, but it was almost noon anyway."
"Sleeping in that late now?"
You playfully go to punch his shoulder. "You're the one that told me to sleep well."
He rolls his eyes, swatting your hand away. "Yeah, yeah."
He watches as you go to put the cart away and get your bags. He doesn't dare move, just in case you want to say something else to him, even if the two of you never say "goodbye" to one another when departing like this, but you just wave at him from where you are. Well, you try. He rolls his eyes again, amused, and returns the "wave" with his own.
"It was nice running into you, Levi! Get home safe!" You yell after him.
"I will, you get home safe too."
He's careful on his walk home, not wanting to drop the pastry. It's a fair bit away, but he doesn't mind. Before he can get very far, however, he gets a message on his phone. He switches over the pastry to his other hand to free his right hand and look at the message. It's you, telling him that you're available if he, Isabel, or Furlan need your help. He can't quite think of anything intelligent to say, or find the words to express his gratitude in your willingness to help the most inexperienced bakers in the tristate area, so he tells you to just prepare for the onslaught of questions from Isabel when they start baking.
Levi doesn't bother thinking of much on his walk home, so he gets home without much of a thought as to how long it takes. Isabel and Furlan are at the couch, watching some random reality TV running, and they wave at Levi when they see him.
"Welcome home!" Isabel greets, then getting up to go over to the kitchen. Furlan follows after her, greeting Levi with a wave. Levi puts the bag of flour on the kitchen counter and awkwardly holds out half of the pastry to Isabel. She looks at him, confused. "Why'd you only give me half? If you're apologizing to me, at least have the decency not to eat half of it."
She doesn't sound angry, thank goodness, so Levi rolls his eyes. "Someone gave it to me, and they had the other half."
"Who?" Furlan asks. It apparently doesn't matter, though, because Isabel scarfs it down anyway.
"I ran into a friend," says Levi. That gets Isabel's attention.
"Which friend?"
Levi doesn't quite want to answer, but when she starts to list names, he knows she isn't going to shut up, so he tells her.
"Oh! What was she doing there?"
"Getting stuff for dinner."
Levi's short answers don't satisfy neither Isabel nor Furlan, but they just look to each other and shrug, understanding that that's as much as they're going to get out of him. The three of them then start getting everything out on the counter, and they stare at the recipe together on Levi's phone. After a bit of staring, looking back and forth between each other and the screen, and staring at the ingredients on the table, Isabel speaks up.
"What does it mean to butter a tin?"
Levi can just barely recall doing this at Hange's apartment, but that step was before you took over in teaching, and Levi can't remember what words Hange used to instruct them how to do it.
"Do we even need to do that?" Isabel continues.
Levi does, however, remember you telling them that it's something really important, so he figures this is about when they need your guidance.
And thus began the night.
When you pick up their first call, you have to hear the chaotic banging of the tins and other metal appliances in the background of Isabel asking if you need to butter the tins (and her also thanking you for half of the pastry Sasha gave you). You tell her that you do need to butter them, and Levi (lovingly) smacks Isabel on the head with the tin as an "I told you so."
The second phone call you get from them is not even 5 minutes later, and this time it's Furlan who asks you how to measure everything without a kitchen scale. You direct him as best as you can, but it does help that Furlan at least knows about baking from whatever MasterChef episodes he saw.
You're forced to hear Isabel and Levi arguing faintly in the background, though it's mostly Isabel trying to get Levi to stop criticizing how she washes the dishes as they're being brought out to hold the ingredients. Furlan makes sure to take a selfie to show you later, and laughs at the thought that this would be your first time ever seeing his face.
The third phone call you get from Isabel is her asking things completely irrelevant to baking, mostly just random questions that pop into her mind.
Furlan and Levi take the phone away periodically to actually ask you how to do things, but Isabel always wrestles it back from them to ask another "would you rather" question that she's already asked Levi and Furlan a million times.
She sees Levi putting the tarts into the oven, so she takes a picture to send to you. When she ends the call to wait for the tarts to bake, Levi has Furlan and Isabel clean the kitchen top-to-bottom to avoid the larger mess that would be made when they inevitably inhale the tarts, no matter how bad they might be.
The tarts bake faster than the three of them can clean, so Levi takes them out and doesn't let neither Isabel nor Furlan get near them until they're done cleaning.
"Good job, team!" Isabel cheers when Levi's finally satisfied with their cleaning job. He rolls his eyes, and they all move to the dining table to gather around their creations.
Even though they all worked together, they shaped the tart shells at the same time, so there's some differences in them.
Isabel was very persistent in wanting to have her tarts at the top row of the tray, so hers were a bit darker than the other two's because they were further in the oven.
Furlan's was in the middle row of the tray, and he was wanting to be very precise, so he went through with a knife to get the edges straight (citing various MasterChef contestants who apparently did the same).
Levi didn't quite bother with doing much, focusing more on making sure the other two didn't horrendously fuck up, but they looked neat enough and much better than the last time he made them.
After some very rushed waiting, they try to get them out of the pan. Isabel goes first, but the first one she tries to pry out crumbles immediately. Levi goes next, citing his "experience," but he also fails. Leave it to Furlan to whip out his "MasterChef knowledge" and get them all out neatly, without any breakage, and onto a big platter.
Levi takes one of each person's tarts and puts them on a smaller plate, wanting to at least send you evidence of your help being useful, and Isabel hands him her phone to take the picture.
They all take bites before the tarts can really get a chance to cool, but Isabel still savors it as if it's her last meal, and Furlan gives a chef's kiss to signal his approval. Levi hesitates a bit, but when he takes a bite, he doesn't hate it. It's a bit sweet, and it's not nearly as perfect as the ones you let him take last time, but he's glad that he was able to spend time with his housemates and close friends like this.
Isabel sends you the pictures from the couch, Furlan puts the rest of what they don't finish into the fridge, and Levi takes his time cleaning the kitchen area again. They let the sound of the TV fill the kitchen and living area, and they let themselves relax. Levi joins his friends at the couch when he's finished, Furlan now scrolling through his phone to find a movie for them to put on and make fun of, and Isabel rolls over onto her stomach to stare at the TV.
"Oh, yeah! Levi, can you call her to make sure she got the pictures?" Levi frowns at her.
"We've been bothering her this entire day already."
"Then it wouldn't matter if we did it again, right?"
There's no winning against Isabel, especially now that she's so hopped up on sugar, so Levi reaches into his pocket for his phone and calls you.
"Hello?"
"Isabel told me to tell you to look at the pictures she sent you," Levi says.
You hum, and Levi doesn't say anything while you look at the pictures. "You guys should open a photography studio."
Levi scoffs. "Yeah, right." He can hear you yawn, and what sounds like moving sheets in the background. "Are you in bed already?"
"I'll have you know that," you pause, probably to check the time, "8:32 PM is a perfectly good time to be in bed."
"If you say so. Don't let me keep you up then."
You yawn again. "Nah, I have a few more minutes left in me." That's a lie if Levi's ever heard one.
"You definitely do not," Levi says, then calling over Isabel and Furlan to get their attention. "Okay, say 'thank you.'" He hands the phone to Isabel first.
"Thanks for helping us today! They turned out really yummy, even if we didn't wait for them to get cold." You tell her something, then Isabel hands the phone to Furlan.
"Thank you, we couldn't have done it without you. They're good, but they're not nearly as nice as the ones you sent with Levi." Levi rolls his eyes, but agrees with him. Furlan gives the phone back to Levi.
"What they said."
You laugh. "No 'thank you?'"
Levi rolls his eyes again. "Thank you."
"You're welcome." You yawn for the third time that phone call. "I think I gotta go."
"I can tell." Levi pauses before he speaks again. "Good to know you're getting your sleep back."
"Me too."
"Take it easy at work."
Levi doesn't know much beyond the fact you work at Erwin's firm as an attorney, seeing as Hange's the one telling him all his other information and they just cannot be trusted with anything. What he does know is that you don't get enough sleep, and that you're completely overworked. Erwin was just like you (and still is), and it blows Levi's mind just how brutally the company treats you. Not that he isn't overworked himself, but that's by choice, not because some stupid fucking higher-ups told him to never have time off.
"I will. I don't know much about how work is for you, but if Hange's right and you're really as famous as they say, you should take it easy too."
"They're not wrong, but I don't care. About being famous, I mean."
There's a bit of a pause before you speak up again. "Goodnight, Levi."
"Goodnight. Sleep well," then ending the call. Isabel and Furlan are staring at him. "What the fuck do you guys want?"
Furlan looks back down at his phone before getting up to connect the TV to the movie he's picked out, and Isabel grins.
"Nothing," she says. Levi rolls his eyes at her.
"Yeah, whatever."
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"What the fuck do you mean you want to get dinner on Valentine's Day?"
Erwin smiles from across the table, fiddling with his coffee. "I had a reservation for myself and Moblit, but he wants to ask out Hange."
"And why am I invited because of this?" Levi has no issue with Moblit asking out Hange. Those idiots have had heart-eyes for each other for ages now, and it's almost funny that it's taken this much time for them to act on it. Moblit is out of town fairly often for work, though, so Levi won't make fun of their romantic ineptitude. "Also, your coffee smells like shit."
Erwin chuckles. "Of course it does. And I can't change the number of people that the reservation is for, so I can't go alone."
"You have plenty of friends, why do you need me?" Levi takes a long sip of his tea, but immediately regrets it. "This is disgusting."
"Levi, you're the only one who's available on Valentine's Day." Erwin takes a sip of his coffee, then speaking from behind the cup. "And besides, you're not seeing anyone."
Levi kicks him underneath the table, but Erwin just laughs.
"Please, as if I need your pity."
Erwin puts down his cup and brings a napkin to wipe at his mouth. "C'mon, Levi. I know you don't have any lectures on Tuesdays, and you can very easily get through all your clients in the morning."
He sighs. He already dealt with enough nagging from Isabel yesterday, but Erwin's just as persistent, if not more so.
"Fucking fine. Where are we eating?"
Erwin nods, a smirk growing on his face. He takes another sip to hide it.
"Sina's Kitchen."
"You're paying."
Before Erwin can say anything, a waitress comes to take their orders for breakfast, and the two men don't revisit the topic of dinner.
Levi doesn't give it any thought, not even on the morning of.
It's just Erwin being Erwin, and Levi's been whisked away on more than enough plans like this by his friends. He spends the rest of Sunday at home looking at midterm proposals and reviewing client information, he gives a lecture on Monday and meets with more clients, and he gets through all his clients on Tuesday by noon. Night comes fast enough, Levi finally takes a breather from the last two days, and he starts getting ready.
Levi isn't unfamiliar with Sina's Kitchen at all. Both his colleagues and clients frequent the restaurant, so he's had to sit through more than enough uncomfortable dinners there.
The night of, he puts on a suit, one a bit more formal than what he normally wears to work.
Erwin insisted over the phone to no end that this was the suit he has to wear tonight.
Nothing quite stood out aside from his cravat and the pearl cuff links Erwin also insisted he put on his pale blue dress shirt, but whatever.
Again, it's Erwin being Erwin.
Levi would've smacked him for being so demanding about it but he's too tired to really care enough to do that.
He drives himself to the restaurant, parks, and goes inside.
In that same phone call where Erwin told Levi to wear what he did, he said that the table was listed under "Smith," so when the reservationist asks, that's what Levi tells him. A hostess walks him over to the table for two, and he sits.
He's early, but he does think it's strange that Erwin isn't there even earlier. He calls him, but the call goes immediately to voicemail, so he just assumes that Erwin's caught in traffic and can't pick up the phone.
After a few minutes, a waitress brings two glasses of water to the table, and Levi takes a drink. He hears Erwin walking behind him, as well as the hostess from earlier, but when Levi looks up from his glass, he chokes on his drink.
What the actual fuck.
"Levi?"
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#attack on titan#levi ackerman x reader#levi x reader#tao.levi#levi ackerman#levi aot#the romance of reimbursements#levi#fanfiction
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James Had A Rough Life Before Sodor
I was just watching Thomas and the Breakdown Train and when I got to when we see James in the field and his driver try's to comfort James and their was that one line that stood out to me and that was when he talks about James is wooden break blocks "We always said they were no good." The US narration cuts that last part out (Shame on you US Dub). But I think that line is very revealing. James from what we can gather seems to have not been treated well before his life on Sodor. He was literally given the locomotive equivalent of bad health care and when his crew tried to voice their concerns they seemed to have been shut down. I decided to do some digging in through the IOS book and read James section and what I read confirmed what I had already thought and made the gears turn in my head even more. Take a look.
The most Important things to take away from this section was that James was an experiment that didn't go according to plan and had some defects and was then kicked to the curve at the very first opportunity. This coupled with his drivers comments on his wooden break blocks paints the picture to me that James wasn't really treated with the care and respect he deserved or needed back on the L&YR/LMS and was kinda of this outcast that was no one batted an eye at, neglected , maybe even looked down on as inferior on some level. Not only by his managers, but maybe even also by his peers as well. That's gotta be bad for someones development and self esteem. This all probably explains a lot of his anger and self esteem issues that we see throughout both the RWS and TTTE. Unresolved baggage and issues from his passed that he's struggling to deal with. It also explains he so embarrassed about his wooden break blocks in TAB and why he hasn't probably told that many engines or people about his past. But on the bright side of all of this, It really shows how much of a net positive James coming to Sodor was. He is now finally on a railway that cared about him and a controller that looked after him and gave him the care he deserved. I think FC1 giving James red paint after his accident was one of the best things he could've done for him. It was his way of saying."Hey bud we care about you and you matter." and I think this helped James adjustment to life on Sodor Immensely, although I also do think It would cause even more psychological problems for James in the long run. But that's a post for another day.
#ttte james#ttte analysis#Dang James is more has a much more sympathetic past than most people give him credit for#James and the Fat Controllers relationship was more interesting than I thought.
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They Saved Stalin’s Brain
It was days since I got any sleep, running with “sister lavender” (AKA: propylhexedrine). Met an interesting guy named Al and found out about the gangbangers of Spokane Valley that particularly hang out by Sullivan area. They pedal around on their bikes from 11pm all the way until the crack of dawn. Looking for people to kill over a pair of dollar store sunglasses. Remember their was a storm that thankfully passed through the valley, their was even a tornado warning. Level one but extreme for a place that already has the suffer a 5 month winter. Went to charge my tablet and stuff and find places to hang to get out of the storm I thought was going to hit hard. Was in the park writing my latest story inspired by the COVID quarantine called “Cause VS The Truth” as I had just finished “The High School Killing”. I was in Mirabeau park and decided to leave, keep my wits about throughout that night and got to a completely different side of the valley. The same guy was in the same area as he was the night before and circling around the strip mall, walked away about two miles or so and hung out for a couple hours. As I walked back he was still there waiting like Mark Chapman was for John Lennon. Talked to the manager at a motel and reported a stalking to the police department but you can’t really prove it until you’re found lifeless with a Columbian necktie. Was talking to this woman about what was going on and she said I needed to take meds, think she just told me to do drugs. Thankfully the guy had given up and was shouting/mumbling pushing his bike down Argonne like Robert De Niro in the end of Cape Fear. Walked all night Trent and finally escaped. Still can remember what the guy looked like: white male in his 30s, dark jacket, short blonde hair and was wearing a mask. Police reports would be all like: “he was assaulted physically and sexually, murdered, mutilated but at least they didn’t spread any COVID”. Sun came up and had a picture of the sunrise as my Facebook picture for a while by that factory on Trent, near where Benny and Joon was filmed during the scene they were playing cards you know. The day was scorching hot and didn’t know where to go, to escape from that insane night. Got out sister lavender and some caffeine powder to wake up and keep going which I was downtown by that time. Went back down to the river to cool off and decided to move to ID where I wouldn’t be followed by killer gangbangers or become a victim of the “mask Nazis”. Well, first Liberty Lake before I made the decision as I was sitting in the park as I just re-dosed on sister lavender and a NoDoz before getting on the bus an hour or so before and just downed a couple strong ones. Was working on my latest “Winlock High Crimes”, sort of like if you took an early ‘00s teen/coming of age film and threw it in a blender with a couple classic crime/gangster flicks. Was felling alright until some guy in his car looked like he thought I was suspicious and left the park to get to a desolate place and finally sleep after about 5 days of no sleep. Remember climbing a hill and security were after me but it probably didn’t really happen, probably just drunk/high/sleep deprived. Laid down and fell asleep at midnight and it was about 2:30am when I woke up. Got up to listen to some music and charge my tab. Around 3am or so some guy driving like a maniac pulls up in his car, stepping out and pacing back and forth later to introduce himself as Victor with a strong Russian accent telling me there is a camera outside the restaurant like it’s a bank or government building watching me and screams something like “GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY AREA MOTHERFUCKING, SON OF A BITCH!.......”. Was actually planning on leaving WA for ID which is when I became an “Idingtonian”, always wanted to after seeing on the news how some woman went grocery shopping in ID from WA as a statement against the mask Nazis and despite her “Aileen Wuornos” smile, made quite the statement. Anyways, when I found out that “They Saved Hitler’s Brain” was just a movie but “They Saved Stalin’s Brain” was a reality, I got the hell out of WA and headed to Post Falls and eventually CDA.
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Uh oh I’m crafting again
#Pokemon#Pokemon Homestyle#Technically not a WIP since this is the completed prototype#And I am very happy with it!!#I mean just look at it it's perfect#It's exactly what I wanted and I was able to make it even with janky measurements and subpar cutting-out skills#Also it looks kinda cool like this?? It's just scrap paper from the failed Battle Cards that didn't align properly >|0#But it honestly looks pretty neat with the card and moves on the outside#Also in true Pathologic fashion it is partially made from its own blueprints#Yeah I didn't plan that very well lol#You can see in the first couple pictures that there were tabs out the sides of the top#I removed those since it would make opening it fully impossible and hard to reach into to grab your team#And I would like to make these as ergonomic as possible lol#There was a bit more of an allowance on the sides and top than I initially planned but honestly I think it's okay like that#Making it a little too big is far preferable to making it too small - more likely to get crushed by not noticing it that way#So now I get to make the final version! :D#I want to make it fully Pokeball red but that would require a lot of ink :')#I guess a Premier Ball scheme wouldn't be that bad#And I can at least spring for a full and proper one as an accent!
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yandere!EraserMic x Reader
Mic skips a couple of steps and brings their darling home earlier than planned.
18+ only
tw: mention of blood, kidnapping, restraints
Hizashi felt panic bubble up his throat as he aggressively ran his fingers through his hair. This wasn't good, he wasn't good. He fumbled around trying to pull out his phone so he could message Shota.
-Sho, when are you getting home???
Probably in a few hours...-
why-
Shaking, the blonde continued:
-I brought her home
Hizashi was convinced he'd burn a whole in the rug with his pacing. Staring at his phone screen it looked like Shota was responding, then it stopped, started, stopped, and started. Finally after what felt like forever he got a simple reply:
I'll be home in 15 -
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"Mic, what did you do?" Aizawa sighed. The grumpy man intended to scold his partner but he couldn't bring himself to do so when Mic was so close to a full on panic attack.
"She agreed to meet up with her ex, he was talking about getting back together and I panicked."
Aizawa sighed; he understood where his partner was coming from. Even though Hazashi had abandoned their plan to wait, he was no longer surprised by Mic's actions. There was an understanding between the pair as the atmosphere softened.
Mic lead him down the basement stairs, instead of using the overhead light there was already a dull glow from nightlight that allowed the Pro Heroes to see well enough. On the bed in front of them the comforter rose and fell along with the breath of their darling.
"She should be asleep for another hour or two," Mic whispered. "I only cuffed one wrist to the bed, I figured without her quirk she won't be too troublesome."
Aizawa lovingly rolled his eyes. His partner was such a softy. Nodding in agreement he moved the blanket aside to see the clunky metal quirk-cancelling cuff encircling her ankle. The two had plenty of equipment from their jobs that allowed them to make a "safe" space for their girl.
The couple had stumbled across you on accident; you worked at the new cat cafe that opened near their home. The two quickly became regulars and you snagged their hearts when you recognized them as cafe regulars. They went every Sunday, you had their orders memorized and even told them which cats seemed to miss them the most. Hizashi fell hard and fast. It wasn't until Aizawa found you crying in the ally after one of your shifts that your fate was sealed. You told him that one of the cats ran out of the cafe earlier that day got hit by a car. Learning about the death of a cat wasn't the only thing breaking his heart.
When he got home that evening he told Hizashi. They both agreed that you needed to be protected, shielded from the pain of reality, and never subjected to cat-death-by-car ever again. Essentially they baby proofed their home for you. Anything dangerous (from silverware to chemicals) was locked away. Eraserhead installed cameras throughout the house that streamed to both of their phones. The windows were locked and shatter resistant and they even installed a top of the line security system.
Then came the stalking, both kept tabs on you - in their minds they both casual about it. Aizawa even visited you (broke in) one night to bug your phone. This was how the learned about your ex. The breakup was amicable enough that you two occasionally checked in on each other. After all, you had been together from middle school all the way through your teens. The two of you just wanted and were ready for different things.
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Sure enough, two hours later they could hear your faint scream travel up from the basement. Mic had taken care of the acoustics, of course. He made sure that not a peep could be heard from outside of the house; even before you were in the picture this was in place for his quirk. Between each floor of their house he also added sound minimizing flooring and installation. They needed to be able to hear you but also maintain their sanity.
"M-mr. Yamada? Mr Aizawa?"
Your wide eyes were filled to the brim with tears. As Mic sat on the edge of the bed you withdrew as far as you could from him.
Aizawa seemed more conscientious of your space; instead he knelt in front of the bed so he was at least on your level.
He was the first to speak, "There's no need to scream, y/n, you're safe here. It's just Zashi and I."
The tears finally spilled over. You tried asking them to let you go, that you wouldn't say anything. You told them you had work this evening (even if you didn't) and that they'd know something was wrong if you didn't show up. What made it worse was that the men just kept nodding, taking in every plea you made.
Finally Mic cut you off, "You don't have to worry about work anymore, me and Sho are gonna take care of you, it'll be great. We won't have to wait a whole week to spend time together."
"You can't," You hiccupped, "this is illegal. Once they find out you'll be in trouble."
It was as if they didn't hear you. Mic just kept rambling about what you three could do together and how perfect everything was and how you'd love living with them.
Aizawa on the other hand sighed and indicated to Mic that he should get off the bed. "It's a lot to take in right now, new environments can be scary. You should get some more rest, Zashi gave you a pretty strong sedative."
That explained the pounding in your head. You didn't bother to keep yelling as the ascended the stairs. Instead you focused on not crying. You kept telling yourself that now wasn't the time for tears. You needed to get away from your abductors. You had never been in handcuffs before, you tried pulling against the bed frame in hopes that something would give way. As you expected, nothing really happened. The cuff was secured tightly around your wrist and with every pull came a dull pain in your hand. There wasn't anything useful within your reach.
After crying on the bed for what felt like an eternity you were all out of tears. You thought back to a movie you saw last summer, this detective was cuffed to a furnace and he pulled his hand free. However, that guy definitely lost the flesh on his hand and probably broke something. Your stomach churned at the thought. Then your mind wandered to terrible things the men could do to you. What if they were cannibals? Or wanted to sell your organs on the black market? Weighing the pros and cons you began to pull violently away from the bedpost. The metal dug into your skin and you couldn't help but scream. Hopefully your captors wouldn't come until you were free. There was a small window at the very top of the adjacent wall maybe you could squeeze through.
The searing pain became too much and you stopped to collect yourself. There were already gashes along the base of your wrist and blood coated the handcuffs. You stifled a cry as you resumed your work. You let out a blood-curdling scream when you felt a pop. Instead of freedom, you felt even more trapped. Your thumb looks wrong and looked like it was caught half way in the handcuff and halfway out. Movies make everything seem so much easier.
Light poured in as the door to the basement opened. Panicking you concealed the evidence under the blanket. Both of your hands and parts of your clothes were painted with blood.
"Hey kitten," Aizawa cooed. "We brought you some water. Are you feeling any better."
It was Mic who noticed first. You flinched as his hands cupped your face, his thumb ran along your cheek and you felt something slick.
His voice was rushed and panicked, "Sweet girl, this is blood. Shota come here, y/n is bleeding."
The blonde man handles your face and neck trying to find the source of the bleeding.
You pulled the blanket tighter, "I'm okay, please let me go."
Then Aizawa noticed the specks of blood on the sheets. He tugged at the blankets until you couldn't hold on any more. You were really only holding on with one good hand. You couldn't recall seeing that much emotion on his face in the past.
"Mic go get the first aid kit, now," Eraser's voice was strained and quiet but it sent the other man scattering up the stairs. He pulled a key out of his pocket and unlocked the cuff. Instinctively your cradled the hand to your chest, crying for the umph-teenth time that day. The scruffy man pulled you on to his lap, cradling your head to his chest like you would a child.
"You're okay, Mic's gonna get the first aid kit and we're gonna get you all taken care of."
When it came to flight or fight involving direct confrontation, you chose the third option: freeze. You focus on your breathing as the man continued to soothe you. You could hear Mic nearly throw himself down the stairs as he made his was back to your side.
Mic was gentle with your wound, after cleaning the blood off the cuts were visibly deep but not as bad as it seemed. Aizawa told him that it looked like your thumb was dislocated and that he would fix it once the bleeding stopped.
As Hizashi continued to apply pressure you were able to hear him sniffling as he held back tears of his own. Aizawa reached over to comfort Mic as he continued his fawning over you, "You're safe, everything's okay now. We should've known that you would get scared, all by yourself down here. We won't leave you alone again, especially while you're adjusting to your new home."
#yandere erasermic#yandere eraserhead#yandere present mic#yandere aizawa#yandere hizashi yamada#yanderes x reader#yandere erasermic x reader
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True Calling
⤷ dream x f!reader.
⤷ word count: 3.9k
⤷ requested: yes, by this lovely anon!
— summary: dream meets his favorite singer on an among us livestream.
“Dude, what could go wrong? Just do it.”
“What could go wrong?! Literally so many things, you ass.”
Dream heard Sapnap sigh through the mic right into his headphones, the dim grey of his Discord background doing barely anything to illuminate his features as he stared at his open messages blankly.
“First of all, don’t.. speak to me like that, I am doing you a favour by sitting here and listening to you panic about stupid shit. Second of all, nothing big could go wrong. What, you’re a little awkward in the beginning, maybe, and that’s it.” Dream adjusted his headphones a little bit, Sapnap’s rant flowing into his ears but dissipating somewhere halfway to his brain, because, yes, things could go wrong and he can’t be proven otherwise.
“Did you forget that I’m a public figure? And that my fans are insane? I say one wrong thing and it’ll be memed and haunt me in my dreams. Did you forget that SHE’s a public figure? And that this is live? God…” he retorts back, listening to Sapnap helplessly sigh once again in response. He anxiously switches from his Discord to Twitter, then to YouTube, to Twitch and then back to Discord, frantically clicking around. In reality, he knows Sapnap is right, and it’s anxiety whispering into his ear that he’s gonna somehow fuck up, but maybe it’s simply easier to stay and argue with him into the night instead of actually responding to that message.
The stream is still going. Quackity’s voice speaks over Sapnap’s quiet breathing. “Damn, he’s still not responding. Um, let me try Tubbo, maybe?”
Before he knows it, the opportunity to join the stream is slipping out of his fingers, and Dream isn’t sure if he’s happy about that or not. On one hand, he gets to meet one of his favorite artists whose album he’s played way too many times to count, and on the other, the chances of him embarrassing himself in front of that same artist and a hundred thousand other people are extremely high, and he’s not sure if he likes the odds of that.
“Man, I don’t know. You won’t listen to me, anyway. Don’t join if you don’t want to.” Dream hears the annoyed tinge in Sapnap’s voice, and that’s what pours the last bit of courage into his veins because the best way to do anything in life is to follow Sapnap’s advice after you’ve already irritated him to the point of defeat, and he murmurs a quick “bye” and hangs up before the other can even respond, typing a rapid “Sure, send me the VC link” back to Quackity.
He hears a delighted exhale coming from his Twitch tab just as Quackity forwards him the link. “Okay, nevermind, we’ve got Dream! He’ll join in a second.”
With that, he swiftly closes the Twitch tab and with an encouraging sip of water, he finally joins the Discord voice chat with the rest of the players. Your Discord image sticks out like a sore thumb to him despite being a super basic, Googleable picture of you that he’s probably seen a million times by now, and upon seeing it, reality slaps him right over the face and he realises that, oh shit, he actually joined.
“Hey everyone.” Dream speaks into the mic and a mix of excited voices greets him at the same time as he loads up the game. Your icon is missing the green halo. He stares at it, as if you’ll magically speak up if he stares long and hard enough. That, apparently, works.
Pokimane’s “Dream, hi!” seems to set something off in your brain, and you speak again.
“Oh, Dream?” the green halo appears, and Dream resists the urge to say something stupid or bite his hand or anything of the sort when you say his name. “Aren’t you the guy who listens to my music all the time?” you giggle.
Quackity laughs loudly in his usual fashion, and Dream feels his hands go cold as the Among Us loading page pops up. “Wh-huh?”
“Yeah, you-you listen to my music a lot! Your fans always tag me under that… ‘Dream’s Spotify’ Twitter account, I remember you.” Dream swears his heart is about to jump out of his chest and start bouncing around on the floor because his ribs are way too restrictive for that type of movement, but he tries his best to play it cool and laughs lightheartedly.
“I do! I’m, like, your biggest fan.” he grins, as if you can see him, and you laugh in return.
“Yeah, man, you pay my rent. Thanks.” you say and a couple of people laugh while Dream inputs the code and his character finally pops up, immediately running around like the rest of the group. He runs around your purple character and hears you chuckle as you run around him too, but not for long, because the game starts and everyone mutes themselves. He audibly sighs, because he can afford to, considering he’s not streaming and nobody can hear the amount of courage this whole thing is taking him.
A notification pops up on his screen - the Dream Team group chat seems to be talking. Must’ve already found some way to make fun of me, he thinks to himself as he huffs out a large breath and runs through cafeteria and weapons to do his tasks in navigation. Corpse is hot on his tail the whole time, and not to say he’s an untrustworthy guy, but Dream isn’t really looking forward to getting killed before even speaking to you properly, so he runs around, trying to find somebody to stick with so Corpse doesn’t shove a knife in his back while he’s doing a task.
Thankfully, Karl emerges somewhere from the direction of storage right into communications where Dream was going, too. Just as Dream starts finishing download and Corpse and Karl line up behind him, his screen flashes bright red and white and the bold letters “Dead body reported” pop up. Everyone unmutes themselves and his eyes bore into your character, immediately.
“Alright, the body was in top left of the… uh, upper engine. I need everyone’s positions.” Rae immediately spoke.
“I was in electrical, I-I went through cafeteria to the upper engine with Poki, there was nobody there, we did our tasks, went down to lower engine, then Poki left with Toast, and I went to electrical and the body was reported.” Sykkuno said, and Pokimane confirmed with a hum of agreement.
“Dream?” Rae asked, and he spoke up.
“I never even went that way, I went through weapons to nav, and then to communications, and then the body was found. Corpse can vouch for me because he was following me the entire time and I kinda thought he was gonna kill me. And Karl saw me in communications, us three were all together when you… reported the body.” He rambled, trying to defend himself.
“Yeah, it’s true, he was with me the whole time.” Corpse supported.
“Karl, which way did you get to communications?” Toast asked.
“Uh, through storage.” Karl replied quickly.
“That’s funny, ‘cause I was in security, and I could swear I saw you walk past.” Toast said, and a couple of “ooh”s echo through the call.
“That makes no sense because even if I did go that way, I wouldn’t have time to get to communications and start doing my task with Dream and Corpse if I killed Ethan! And Rae, you-you saw me do my task in storage!” Karl loudly defended himself.
“...that… that’s true, yeah.” she said.
“If you ask me, Toast, you’re being real sus for lying about that.” Karl threw it back at Toast, who protested.
“Listen, I didn’t say you killed anybody, I just said I saw someone run past!” he claimed.
“Bretman and Y/N are being real quiet, though.” Corpse points out, and the green halo around your icon lights up once again.
“Oh shit, I didn’t realise I was muted. Sorry, guys.” you laughed. “Um, I was with… Quackity, in… what’s that shit on the right called?”
“O2.” Quackity quickly jumped in.
“Right, O2. I went to… top left, first, and I did my tasks there, and then to weapons and then to O2, and then the body was reported.”
“You were in top left?” Rae repeated.
“Yeah.”
“And was there anyone with you?”
“Um… no? I was alone, and then I saw Quackity in top right, and then we went to, uh, O2 together.” you said and Corpse sighed loudly.
“That means she could’ve had the time to kill Ethan and run.” Toast points out.
“Hey! I didn’t kill anyone! I don’t even know how this game works…” you whined into the mic and Quackity laughed.
“Yeah, I dunno Y/N, you were dancing real suspiciously around me…” he said, causing you to defend yourself louder.
“Why would I kill anyone?! I don’t even know how to do that, I’m a nice person!”
“I don’t think she did it, guys.” Dream pipes up, tugging at the wire of his headphones absentmindedly.
“Shut up, you simp.” Quackity fires back instantly, making everyone in the call laugh, including Dream.
“Damn right, I’m a Y/N simp. She can do no wrong. I mean, look at that innocent face! She did nothing, I’m-I’m sure.” He argued, making you cover your mouth and giggle.
“Their face is literally the same as everyone’s! We’re all astronauts!” Rae protested, but Dream kept shaking his head.
“No, hers is more innocent.” he said. “Toast, why are you so set on accusing everyone, anyway?”
“Oh, you’re so not attacking Toast right now-”
“Guys, I think we should skip.” Sykkuno pipes up to calm the conversation, and everyone agrees, even though most of them mumble “sus” under their breath as soon as they mute their mics.
Dream’s tiny green astronaut stomps his way over to the left side immediately, changing paths this time and making his way into the Upper Engine, trying to finish his tasks in time and possibly find someone to accompany him so he at least doesn’t have to argue over his alibi. He had four tasks left, two of them in Upper Engine, so after that he was free to roam around wherever his heart desired. Just as he started doing one of them, he watched your purple character step in and run circles around him, earning you a quiet laugh that he didn’t know he uttered until he heard himself do it and silently scolded himself for getting that flustered at something so simple.
The two of you did your tasks together before going down to reactor. Just as Dream started doing one of his tasks, a dead body was reported again and he unmuted himself as Toast immediately started borderline yelling into his headphones.
“Bretman just killed Sykkuno RIGHT in front of me. I literally watched him do it. He killed Sykkuno in COLD BLOOD.” he confidently claimed and Dream, quite uninterested, grabbed his bottle of water and lightly sipped on it, wiping beads of sweat resting right above his eyebrows with his forearm, blindly looking around the darkness, trying to get his eyes to adjust looking away from the computer screen. His eyes searched for the window - it was open, just enough to let a fresh breeze inside, but it never seemed to do that, letting humid air in with open arms like a welcome guest. Florida is fucking hell, he thinks, gulping down some more water.
“No, I didn’t! I seriously did not, he’s the one who killed him and is trying to frame me now. I swear to God, Toast…” Bretman shouted into his worn mic, trying to argue back.
“Yeah, to be honest, Bretman, you were silent the whole time when Ethan died.” Rae reasoned, earning quite a lot of “ooh”s and causing little “voted” signs to appear next to Poki, Toast and Karl’s names as Bretman tried his best to fight back.
“I didn’t know I was muted the whole time! You know I’m bad at this! Why would I... you know what, nevermind! Vote me! Vote me! You’ll see when Toast kills you all, I don’t care anymore. I literally saw-”
Dream slumps further into his chair, sure that the foam would have a dent of his body shape imprinted even when he’s long gone from it, and unlocks his phone with a quiet sigh. He opens Discord, and wishes he hadn’t, because Sapnap and George are always on the front lines and ready to make fun of him at any chance possible. He types back a stupid joke, calling them losers, but before he can press send, a Twitter notification pops up on his phone that almost makes his painfully sweaty hands lose grip of the phone.
“this is so boring” your message reads, from your official Twitter account. Dream blinks a few times, and looks up from his phone to observe his murky, empty room, eyes flashing from the window to the ripped chocolate bar wrapper that somehow made its way onto the floor to a cup of coffee from this afternoon. Did the humid air finally get to him? Hallucinations?
He clicks on the notification - it proves to not be a product of his imagination, after all. Three dots dance around on his screen cheerfully, but they suddenly stop. His ears tune in. Bretman is still defending his honor. Something else must’ve interrupted you. His shaky hands barely hit the right letters.
He takes a handful of screenshots amidst his euphoria, and forwards them to the group chat with no caption besides an emoji sticking its tongue out - he wants to tell them to suck his dick, or something along those lines, but your message remains a priority as he rushes back to the Twitter app to reply.
“Right” he manages to write without a typo. “They’re annoying”
Three dots immediately return to his screen like a happy memory, and he almost can’t believe you’re texting back so fast. George would probably humble him by saying it’s because you have nothing better to do, but what George doesn’t know can’t hurt him, Dream supposes, and clicks on your profile instinctively as he adjusts his headphones on one ear. By the time you finish typing your message, the group decided to vote out Bretman, who ended up not being an imposter.
The three dots disappear as quick as they came, and so does the anticipation that bubbled up in Dream’s throat as he sourly leaves to finish the rest of his tasks. The rest of the game stays as boring as it started, save for the giggles and hushed laughter that came from you at every few jokes he made - of which he made quite a lot, in a desperate attempt to make you laugh, at least a little bit. Of course, Quackity was there every step of the way to accidentally mention how Dream sounded a lot more hype and alive during this game than he does ever, but you win some, you lose some, eh?
In the next game you actually decided to set up proximity chat, so of course Dream followed you around everywhere, hot on your tail at all times - what else is he supposed to do, when the chance presented itself, really?
“Are you imposter?” His character obnoxiously ran circles around you as you did your wires task slowly and unsurely since this stream was your first time playing.
“No, but I wouldn’t tell you even if I was, dummy.” You replied, running around his own character briefly before running up to do the rest of your tasks, watching the green astronaut follow you close behind.
“Why not?” Dream questioned, eyes following all your movements since he didn’t have anything better to do considering he finished all his tasks.
“Do you not know how this game works?”
“Yeah, but you’d tell me, right? I wouldn’t… rat you out.” He heard a sigh coming through his headphones in response, and his grin widened just a little, watching your character walk away from him.
“I know you wouldn’t.” you replied. “I’ll tell you if I’m imposter, I guess.”
“You wouldn’t kill me, would you?” Dream spoke into his mic, reaching to fix it and realising the way his hand trembled a little, fully aware he was walking the line between flirty and obnoxious more than usual. He lowered his gaze just to see his keyboard reflect the light of the computer back to him - the sweat from his palms seemed to seep onto the keyboard. He refused to think about the mocking things his best friends would say if they found out how nervous he was just to talk to you.
“No, of course not! I wouldn’t be able to kill you.” You chirped just as a dead body was discovered and the two of you were torn from the conversation.
In the next one, his screen flashed an ominous black and red with the word “Impostor” and your purple character stood proudly next to his green one, and he snickered to himself, adjusting his headphones one more time (the more he did it, the more he was convinced it was one of those anxious habits of his).
Shifting in his chair, he started moving and couldn’t believe his eyes when he realised the two of you managed to lock yourselves in a room with Corpse and Sykkuno, accomplishing a double kill in barely the first two minutes of the game. The two of you vented while Dream muttered curses under his breath, breaking out in a sweat wondering if you’re going to get caught or not as you casually hummed to a random tune while faking tasks, hitting the notes in such an effortless way that it made Dream relax and get even more nervous at the same time. It didn’t take too long before the body was found, and you seemed to adapt to the game very quickly, as Dream just sat back most of the time and watched you stretch out a whole essay on why you and Dream could NOT have been imposters.
“Why would they stick together the whole time? Couldn’t they get at least someone else to vouch for them?” Toast complained.
“Girl, Dream wants some… alone time with Y/N, obviously.” Bretman said, despite being the one most sus of you in the first place, forcing laughter out of the whole lobby, Dream’s sticking out the most as his mood constantly swayed from finding the whole thing funny to being worried sick if you actually find him weird.
“Exactly! And we’re gonna have our alone time if we want to, thank you very much.”
Well, Dream thinks, taking a stressed gulp of water from his bottle, at least we cleared that one up.
“I don’t think that sounded the way you wanted it to, Y/N.” Karl pipes up, making Quackity burst into another fit of loud laughter, and you immediately protested.
“It sounded exactly the way I wanted it to! Now, vote Rae or else.”
When the meeting was over, he ran after you through cafeteria, grin splitting out on his face before he even spoke.
“You’re pretty…” his silence extended as he watched your character stare at his. “...pretty smart.”
You snorted. “Right. You’re pretty…” you extended your silence in return, mocking him. “...too.”
His heart jumps. “You forgot a word there.” he says as you stomp out to storage.
“I said what I said, Dreamy.”
He swears this can’t be healthy for his blood pressure. In the corner of his eye, Discord notifications pop up like crazy. The boys must be watching your stream. His heart swells with both pride and dread, knowing he’s about to be called something along the lines of pretty Dreamy for the next two months.
“How do you know I’m pretty? You’ve never even seen my face.” Dream replies as heat creeps up like a spirit rising from soil, from the back of his neck, seeping into his ears and cheeks somewhat equally. His eyes dart to the window again. Of course it’s the stupid Florida weather that has him burning up, flustered. Maybe he should open another window.
“Is this an invitation to see it?” you say, a teasing tone clinging off your voice and he can practically hear you smiling.
“No, I’m just saying! If you want to see it, though, that… that can be arranged.” he bites his lip as a physical attempt of holding back the smile that breaks out as he waits for your response, chest puffing in both nervousness and odd confidence.
“Can it? I mean, I don’t need to see it, I just know already, you have those… pretty boy vibes. But I wouldn’t…” you chuckle. “...be opposed to seeing it, for sure. Don’t count on me not to leak the pictures, though. I want the clout.”
“What do you MEAN you want the clout, you’re Y/N! You don’t need clout from a Minecraft YouTuber!” He argues back, a small wheeze escaping him mid sentence as you giggle and run around, with him following your every move.
“You keep my fucking lights on, man! Whenever your Spotify Twitter account thingy tweets that you’re listening to my stuff, the streams go up! I need your clout.” you say as you run into admin and snap Toast’s neck and run back out casually, as if nothing happened.
“Yeah, that’s how me listening to your songs on repeat works.” he says and you let out some sort of irritated groan.
“Shut up, smartass.” Just as you say that, somebody seems to find the body and you’re pulled into a meeting, where Rae susses both of you immediately.
“No, because both of you are always together! And someone always spots you walking by the place where the bodies are found! At some point that can’t be a coincidence, right?” she accuses, practically yelling into the mic.
“Of course they’re always together, check- check fuckin’ Twitter! They’re trending on like three different spots already!” Quackity jumps in, loud as always, and the lobby gives off mixed reactions.
“What? We are?” Dream asks, and Quackity confirms with a “yeah, man! Check!” and so he complies, quickly pulling out his phone to check the trending tabs. Sure enough, among the politics and sports, “DREAM Y/N”, “PRETTY BOY” and “DREAM FACE” are crammed, sat at 7th, 14th and 18th place, respectfully. A satisfied grin breaks out on his face. At least they see it, too.
“This has to be the first time Dream has trended for something heterosexual.” Karl points out, earning loud laughter from Quackity and Bretman, less loud on your part.
“Exactly! We’re a power couple! Stay mad!” You shouted, with Dream supporting you in the background, although still shyly adjusting his headphones every few seconds, unable to comprehend that oh, this is actually happening.
Both of you get voted out during the next few minutes, but that really means nothing to Dream - they actually do him quite a favor, because the two of you get to excuse yourselves and he sees those three familiar dots dance on his screen again as he leans back into his chair with a dopey grin, playing with the strings of his sweatpants, waiting for your next and next and next message.
He opens Discord on his computer to type one last message into the groupchat before turning it off for the night:
Dream (03:14): maybe Minecraft wasn’t my calling after all
Dream (03:14): can’t believe I just met my soulmate on Among Us
#dream x reader#dreamwastaken x reader#dream imagine#dreamwastaken imagine#dream fanfic#dreamwastaken fanfic#dream fluff#dream x you#dreamwastaken x you#dream x y/n#dreamwastaken x y/n#mcyt imagine#mcyt fanfic#mcyt x reader
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Incel Tomura
I couldn’t think of a good title for this, so... I just went with something real blunt. Anyway, this was inspired by a friend and how she actually met her IRL boyfriend.
PAIRING: Incel!Shigaraki x egirl!reader
TW: face sitting, degradation, mommy kink, reader basically bullying Tomura (he deserves it)
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AS ALWAYS MY FICS ARE STRICTLY 18+
“TCH!”
Tomura scoffed at the screen of his laptop. The Discord server he helped admin had gone to shit since he let that idiot Dabi loosen the requirements to join. It was one thing when Toga joined. He knew she was a decent gamer. But you? With those stereotypical cat-ear headsets, perfectly done make-up and short skirts? Please… He saw right through you. Just another fake ~uwu~ e-girl trying to pretend they knew what they were talking about.
It didn’t end with you being annoyingly informed in the gaming chat, either. You were always in the anime and manga chats, too… Suggesting different ones that there’s no way you actually enjoyed.
But the WORST part of you being in the server? Spamming the picture chat with selfies and outfit pics. No, it wasn’t against the guidelines and yes, you got lots of compliments (of course, you were clearly hot), but it made Tomura livid. Where there used to be pics of half-built PCs and screenshots of character upgrades, now there were endless pictures meant to tease and bait the guys in the server.
Today’s picture is what sent him completely over the edge. Your hair was put up in two messy space buns, signature pink cat-eared headset perched on your head. Your black, mesh top was straining against your tight, hot pink bra, barely hiding your cleavage and your slender neck was adorned with a chunky, black collar with a large, silver ring hanging from the front. The icing on the cake, though… the thing that broke him, was the face you were making. Eyes crossed, little pink tongue lolling past your perfect hot-pink lips, it was an obvious ahegao face. The caption read:
“New collar! Thank you for da gift @XxXknifey_wifeyXxX”
Followed by a bunch of annoying ass emojis.
Tomura shifted in his gaming chair, his growing bulge making his sweats tight. He gritted his teeth and opened his DMs…
******
You snickered as you opened your text chat with Dabi. Poor Tomura… He had no clue his friend was an old high school buddy of yours and sent screenshots every single time he bitched about your presence on the server. At first, it was just a couple of snide comments, but you quickly decided to turn it into a game. You’d add more emojis than you normally would, flirt shamelessly with Toga in the chat, and be very vocal with your opinions. Then it progressed with more and more selfies, pics showing off your new skirts, and pics of your pink, girly gaming setup. Today you pushed it with the ahegao face, you’ll admit. It was pretty out of character for you, but you couldn’t wait to hear about Tomura’s reaction from Dabi.
It was everything you hoped it would be:
Decay_666_
So can we give those bitches their own chat or what? Seriously, I’m sick of seeing their shit everywhere. Did you see her ahegao face selfie? This server was supposed to be for ACTUAL gamers, not fake e-girl sluts spamming the chat with their bullshit…
Cremation_Daddy
Lol, damn dude, calm down… we can make a separate chat. You’re the only one on the server complaining. Y/N really fucking you up that bad?
Decay_666_
Oh, fuck off… she’s just being an attention whore and it’s getting on my nerves.
Cremation_Daddy
Yeah, whatever you say. Prolly jerkin it to that selfie right now
You didn’t know why, but you kinda had a crush on the skinny loser. Knowing how worked up he’d get over the smallest things you did thrilled you. You wanted to know just how badly you affected him and today was the day you’d find out.
*****
Tomura heard a ping from his monitor alerting him to a new DM. expecting it to be Dabi giving him more shit, he scowled and clicked over to his Discord tab. When he saw that it was you DMing him, it was like someone had poured a bucket of ice water over his head. He could barely type he was so nervous.
Y/N
Hey :)
Decay_666_
Hi
Y/N
How did you like my new collar?
Tomura panicked. Had Dabi said something? There’s no way he’d do that. How did he even respond to that? He decided to feign ignorance.
Decay_666_
What collar?
Y/N
*image*
He audibly gasped. You sent him the selfie you’d posted in the chat earlier. Somehow, it was even hotter than the first time he’d seen it. Probably because you had sent it to him. You wanted to make sure he saw it. The thought alone made him painfully hard. He typed out a shaky response:
Decay_666_
Yeah… you look really pretty :)
He grimaced. He couldn’t think of anything clever when he was put on the spot like that. Plus, how long had it been since he’d spoken to a girl one on one? Much less a hot one? Never. That’s when.
Y/N
Aww, you’re so sweet :) wanna see it in person?
Now Tomura was wondering if he’d died and gone to heaven. Did she want to meet up? Wearing that fucking collar? There’s no way… He stared at the screen for a good ten minutes before another ping brought him back to reality.
Y/N
I’m free now if you are. Plus, there’s a new episode of *insert favorite anime* out and I didn’t wanna watch it alone.
Decay_666_
Yeah. Sure.
His response was almost uninterested but inside he was panicking. When was the last time he showered? How much time did he have to get ready? Did he even have any clean clothes? He leaped from his chair and ran to the bathroom to brush his teeth. Another ping rang out and he raced to check his DMs to see that you’d sent your address. To his surprise, you only lived a short walk from him. Another jolt of excitement shot through his spine as he quickly responded.
Decay_666_
Be over in 30 :)
He turned on the shower then started picking through his pile of clothes finding the ones that smelled the least offensive. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this nervous and excited at the same time.
*****
Tomura shifted from one foot to the other, nervously scratching at the side of his neck. He caught himself before the skin there broke and he ended up having to deal with a bloody neck on top of already being a nervous wreck. He’d only been standing outside your apartment for a minute or two, but it felt like an eternity. He kept checking his phone to distract himself. Just as he was starting to question if this had been a good idea, the door flung open.
His eyes widened and his mouth turned into a thin line. You answered the door in a fucking towel. He began opening and closing his mouth like a fish that had been plucked from the water. You giggled innocently like it was perfectly normal to answer the door nearly naked.
“You’re here a little earlier than I expected! I just got out of the shower. Come on in,” you moved to the side to give him room to walk through the door into your small apartment. You were sure to not move completely out of the way so he’d have to almost brush against your chest. You could feel him stiffen and hold his breath as he passed by.
This was going to be so much fun…
*****
Tomura’s dick had been painfully hard the moment he’d seen you in that towel. Luckily, when you’d gone into your bedroom to get dressed, he was able to position it in his waistband so he wouldn’t be pitching a tent in front of you. The thought of you noticing him popping a boner just by looking at you in a towel was mortifying.
However, what you decided to change into didn’t help his situation. Your baby pink terry cloth shorts would have shown the curve of your ass had it not been for the little row of ruffles around the bottom. Your tank top, the same baby pink color as your shorts, was pulled tight across your chest (holy shit, were you not wearing a bra?!). A fleeting glance at your chest proved to Tomura that you definitely were not wearing a bra.
“You can come on back,” you beckoned from the doorway of your bedroom, “I thought we’d be more comfortable in here…”
He gulped and rubbed his sweaty palms on his jeans before nodding and rising to walk towards you. Your room was foreign to him. Decorated with all shades of pink and purple, soft, plush bedding, and a soft pink glow emanated from the LED strip lights that lined the walls. Tomura stood awkwardly, looking around for a chair to sit in when you flopped onto your bed and began pulling up the streaming app on your tv.
You looked up at him sweetly and patted the spot on the plush comforter next to you. “Come sit, Tomu! You don’t have to stand way over there. I don’t stink, ya know,” the wink you gave him made his knees buckle.
“Umm,” he chuckled nervously, “No, of course not. You, uhh… you smell…”
No, you were way too close. This was bad. There’s no way he would be able to string together a coherent thought, much less hold an actual conversation with you. You pout and lean in even closer to him.
“Tomuuuuu!” fuck, he hated that he loved that stupid nickname, “You think I smell?!”
“What?! N-no, not at all. I was trying to say that-”
Before he could finish his sentence, you tilted your head to the side offering up your neck for him to smell and he swears his eyes crossed as he tried to absorb what was happening.
“I even wore my new perfume! Go on, smell. Tell me what you think,” you smirk looking out of the corner of your eye.
Fuck.
You were teasing him, he knew you were, but his dick was so hard that he was completely at your mercy. He leaned in to take a tentative sniff and his eyes wandered lower. His breath hitched when he noticed the outline of your hardened nipples peeking through the thin material of your tank top. Before he knew what was happening, you turned your face forward and put your mouth next to his ear.
“Are you looking down my shirt, you pervert?” you purred. Tomura made some sort of incoherent noise and pulled away.
You laughed and pushed his shoulder playfully, “Geeze, I’m just kidding! You’re wound so tight.” you pause making a thoughtful face.
“Oh, I know how to help! Come on, over here,” you pulled him between your spread thighs and proceeded to rub his shoulders, working out all of the knots in his lean back.
After a few seconds, Tomura began to relax into your touch, slumping slightly and letting out a tiny sigh. He was deathly still the entire time you massaged him. He was terrified if he moved too much that his raging boner would free itself from his waistband. When your hands left his shoulders, he started to move away just to be pulled back into your lap. His head landed in your cleavage as your hands trailed down his chest.
“Hmm, so tense, Tomu,” you whispered into the crown of his hair, “Is my massage not working?”
He wanted to yell that of course he was tensed up. That his dick is the hardest it’s ever been in his life and if he doesn’t hold as still as possible, he’s scared he might start humping the air like a pathetic dog. Before he can answer, your hand trails down to the waistband of his jeans, and he freezes. The tips of your fingers brush across his leaking tip and Tomura lets out a low, needy moan before he can stop himself.
“Just what I thought,” you purred as you began to trail your fingers up and down the hard bulge in his jeans, “Pathetic. Look at you, so fucking hard for me. And all I did was rub your shoulders.” He wanted to defend himself, but all he could do was whine as his eyes rolled in the back of his head while you continued touching him through his jeans.
“And to think, I never thought you’d want anything to do with some fake bimbo like me. Because I only game and watch anime for attention, right?” you squeeze his cock through his jeans, causing him to yelp. “Well? What do you have to say for yourself, incel? Wanna tell me why your dick is this hard for me if I’m so annoying to you?”
The realization that Dabi had told you everything flitted through the back of his mind, but he didn’t have room in his brain right then to be mad at him. He had to do whatever he needed to do to keep you touching him.
“I, ahh... I’m s-sorry,” he stuttered pathetically. The front of his jeans was wet from your teasing and the denim was rubbing him raw through his thin boxers, “D-didn’t, fuck, didn’t mean it like… ahh, l-like th-that.”
You loved how easily you could wreck him. You pet his hair back from his sweaty brow as you cooed at him lovingly.
“You know,” you removed your hand from the front of his jeans and he whined from the lack of friction, “You really hurt my feelings, baby. I thought you were so cool and the whole time, behind my back, you said just mean things about me.”
He sat up and turned to face you. His pathetic, needy gaze shot straight to your core. The power you held made you drunk and you desperately wanted more.
“No, no no no…” he grabbed your hands and you realized how clammy they were, “I’m-I’m so sorry. Please! Please…”
“Hmm,” you studied him for a moment, “Well… There might be a way you could make me feel a little better.” you tucked a strand of hair behind his ear, “You were so mean to me.”
“Anything! Please! I-I’ll do anything for you!” desperation started creeping in, thinking you’d leave him hanging with no relief. Little did he know, you had no intention of letting him go any time soon. Your plush lips curled into a devious smile. A soft hand reached up cupping his jaw.
“What a good boy, Tomu,” a tremor passed through his body. You reached over to your nightstand and pulled out the collar you’d taken the selfie in.
“You know,” the collar danced between your painted nails, “This also came with a leash. I was thinking,” your lust-filled eyes meet his, “If you wanted to be a good boy for me… You’d let me see how pretty it looks around your neck.”
Tomura hesitated, his eyes rapidly moving between your eyes and the collar you held. After a moment of consideration, he nodded. You giggled and clapped your hands together excitedly leaping off the bed. You returned with a short, chain-link leash.
“Now,” you leaned in and fastened the collar around his neck. Your bodies were centimeters apart and Tomura thought he might pass out, “When you’re wearing your collar, you don’t call me Y/N,” you nudge his ear with your nose and whisper, “You call me ‘Mommy.’ Do you understand?” you feel him nod against your face.
“That’s not how good boys answer their Mommy. When you answer me, you say, ‘Yes Mommy’ or ‘No Mommy.’ Is that clear?”
“Y-yes… Mommy.”
“Mmm, what a good boy,” you placed a soft kiss on his neck and he let out the most delicious whimper. You hooked a finger through the ring on the front of the collar, “You’re gonna go sit in Mommy’s gaming chair and let her use you as a toy. Okay?”
Tomura’s head was spinning and he almost couldn’t answer until you jerked him by his collar, “Y-yes, Mommy. Please, please make me your toy.”
You stood and dragged him over to your chair and made him sit, “What a polite boy you are! Saying ‘please’ without being asked. If you keep that up, you just might get a reward,” his belt buckle rattled as you worked his jeans down his narrow hips.
A ragged breath escaped his chapped lips as you removed your tiny shorts revealing a black, lace thong. You straddled his lap, your dripping slit hovering a centimeter over the angry, leaking head of his cock. His hands shook as you placed them on your hips and slowly moved your thong to the side. Descending an inch at a time, only teasing his tip, was causing him to come undone underneath you.
“You’re already so close and I’ve only put the tip in. You better be a good boy and not come until I tell you to or you’re going to be punished,” you pushed another couple of inches inside and he nearly wept.
“I-I’m trying, M-mommy! I wanna be a good boy!”
“Mmm, I know, baby. You’re doing so,” another inch, “So…” and another, “Well.” you were fully seated on his cock now. Tomura knew he wouldn’t last. Your velvet walls were sucking him down harder than anything ever had before. It made his fleshlight feel like it was made of sandpaper. You had ruined him for anything else.
With a few rolls of your hips and some high, airy moans, he was about to bust. “Mommy! Mommy, please! I-I’m g-gonna…”
“Tomu,” your voice was authoritative now, “If you come in Mommy’s pussy, I’m going to make you clean it out with your tongue then I’m going to sit on your face until I come as many times as I want.” your hand wrapped around his throat and you started bouncing on his cock. Your filthy words and aggressive motions catapulted him into an orgasm.
“You bad, BAD boy,” a smack to his cheek broke off his moans, “You disobeyed me! Did you do that on purpose?” your hand around his neck flexes, “Are you just a dirty incel that wants Mommy to get mean with you? Answer, Tomu!”
“Yes, Mommy!”
“Tell Mommy what you are…”
“I-I’m a-a… dirty incel.”
“And what do you want?”
“W-want… want Mommy to b-be mean to me…”
You lift him by the collar and attach the leash. He’s thrown onto the bed and you waste no time hovering your dripping slit over his face.
“Now,” you jerk the leash, “Clean up your mess.”
Tomura knew he should be disgusted right now, but his dick was getting harder by the second. With each lick inside your sloppy hole, he shamelessly moaned against your skin. The vibrations were going straight to your clit, causing you to ride his face harder. This went on until you’d almost reached your peak.
“Oh, baby,” you’re making Mommy feel so, so good, “I-I’m gonna…”
Tomura grabbed your ass and moved you back and forth on his face as he sucked your clit into his mouth. Your orgasm hit hard and fast. You lifted your body giving him a moment to breathe before sitting back down, earning a startled mumble from him.
“Don’t think that’s all,” you laughed and humped his face, making his eyes roll into the back of his head, “Be a good boy and mommy might even let you come…”
Tomura only nodded as he began to eat you again like he was starved. Maybe all the stuff you posted in the Discord server wasn’t so annoying anymore...
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My Trip to Senoia, GA :)
I know this is super delayed (what’s new when it comes to my page lmao) but I’d love to share some pictures from my trip to Senoia/visiting some of the sets used for filming TWD!
(I’m going to attach the ‘Read More’ tab so I don’t clutter anyone’s feed lol Tumblr also limits posts to only 10 images so I’ll just do a few!)
SO! Senoia, GA (aka Woodbury circa season 3) is actually a real-life, functioning, historical town!
It’s honestly so cute and I swear, it really feels like you’ve been transported back to Woodbury the minute you arrive (minus the zombies/apocalyptic wasteland vibes lol)
We also saw the “pudding house” on the tour! After the prison falls and Rick and Carl are on their own, Carl finds a big ole can of chocolate pudding and eats it on the roof of this house! (Fun Fact: recently, the actual homeowners were away on vacation and a couple of TWD fans broke into their house and took pictures on the roof, wanting to recreate the scene…the homeowners had no idea this happened until they saw a picture pop up online…the home is now for sale for obvious reasons lol)
The next location was the “Claimers House”! This was where we were first introduced to that group — ya know, when Rick strangled one to death in the bathroom and escaped out the window? That little porch area on the left side is where Joe was sitting and Rick was hiding behind! Eek! So cool!
Then we have the long stretch of railroad that was filmed while the group was en route to Terminus! (Another fun fact: the bridge pictured was built into the tunnel that Glenn and Maggie reunite in!)
Next, we have the alleyway Eugene was featured in during season 11! (It’s super cool how they still used little areas of Senoia for later seasons!)
And then…ALEXANDRIA.
By far my favorite location! Standing right outside the walls was…surreal? I don’t even know how to describe it but I did shed a tear or two lmao (NO SHAME, IT’S MY HAPPY PLACE) I feel like a lot of my stories are set in Alexandria so seeing it come to life was just oh so beautiful.
AND…the front gates of Alexandria! Because it’s featured so much in the show (and real people actually live in these condos) there’s a blockade at the end of the street so here’s a picture from pretty far away lol (still so surreal!)
Another place we saw was where they filmed “Here’s Negan” (AKA Negan and Lucille’s home pre-apocalypse!) As well as the garage they filmed Andrea’s death scene in/when Maggie and Glenn were kidnapped by Merle and held at Woodbury. There were a few other little locations/fun behind the scenes info we got that I didn’t snag any pictures of but all in all, such an amazing tour!
In Senoia, there’s also a “TWD Museum” with tons of merchandise! PLUS…real props used in the show!!! Here are just a few!
Anywho, that’s pretty much it! If anyone has ever gone to Senoia, I’d love to hear about your experience! And if you haven’t, I highly recommend it! I had the best time being immersed in my all-time favorite world.
Lastly, although I was unable to meet Norman Reedus at the convention due to his cancellation, I did meet someone else…
MR. DARYL DIXON, HIMSELF.
HAHA okay, kidding, but I couldn’t resist a quick photo op lol anywho, that’s all! Thanks for joining me on this trip down memory lane! Hope you enjoyed💛
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IT WAS 2AM WHEN I SENT THAT SO I HELD BACK MY SIMPING FOR COLLEGE ALBEDO A LITTLE. tried not to send all my brainrot so I didn't just send a wall of text into your inbox LOL. Some others I thought of were:
- Mona giving astrology forecasts and compatibility readings in this au and Albedo may have asked her about the two of you
- Going to botanical gardens or museums with Albedo but for some reason it feels like a date even when it didn't intent to be. You tug on his sleeve now and then when you see something he might be interested in or even when it's something that excites you, and Albedo can't help but have a soft look in his eyes that he can share this moment with you! Somehow it results in the two of you holding hands - just so neither of you stray from each other of course - and eventually, intertwined fingers. You hear someone say that the two of you seem like a cute couple and you know Albedo heard it too, but neither of you say anything. You feel his hand squeeze yours a little tighter and respond in kind. The two of you are too embarrassed to look at each other but can't help the smiles on your faces.
- Lending Albedo some of your favourite books for pleasure reading and you've left tiny tabs on lines that you like. Perhaps this is before Albedo realizes his feelings so when he reads particularly romantic lines, he wonders if this is how he feels about you. Or did you mark these pages because you feel this way about someone? His stomach is in knots to the thought that you may be intrested in someone that isn't him and he settles for it just being prose.
WHAT YOU WROTE WAS SO CUTE AAA. THANK YOU FOR SIMPING FOR COLLEGE BEDO WITH ME!!
Tugging his hand and not letting go omg . . . you tend to just intertwine pinkies or play with his fingers absent-mindedly that Albedo becomes so accustomed to it so he starts to offer you his hands without a second thought.
WAIT. I gasped at Albedo being a cuddler. He's a little delirious when he first wakes up but you're so comfy that he hugs you a little tighter, asking if you've slept well. You try to reply while worrying about whether or not he can feel your heart thrumming in your chest.
What if Klee is staying with Albedo one night and the three of you fall asleep cuddled up together. Alice comes back early in the morning before any of you are awake and takes a picture. She sends it to Albedo later and he sets it as his phone's wallpaper.
Albedo staring at your lips winded me, thank you.
YES TO THE SWEATERS. I bet Albedo would have the softest and coziest sweaters too! Imagine it being a little cold out and you see Albedo across campus so you bound over to him and give him a hug. You nuzzle into him and mumble out a little 'hello' and say he's warm. You feel his laugh rumble through his chest while he greets you back, wrapping his arms around you
And I LOVE ALL YOUR HEADCANONS! I believe I found your blog around the time you posted Albedo's snort headcanon and it was too much for my heart!! I held tight to that headcanon and never let go lol. I also thought the science + college headcanons you had of him were really nice despite not being necessarily romantic!
Side note: I looked up that lobster fact and that's so cool!!
The Lobster Fact(tm) is my go-to ice breaker and it always fails. I'd imagine it's normally the same w/ Bedo OTL so sad...not many wish to know about potential lobster immortality.
I'm glad that you love the headcanons though!! I enjoy writing for Albedo so so much as you can tell ehe
That being said--if it makes you more comfy to send stuff in a few bursts of asks, I don't mind :DD I'll answer them as usual nodnod
OKIE DOKIE
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"...Mona, yes?"
"Ah, I was expecting you to come around sooner or later, Kreideprinz."
Really, Albedo didn't mean to stumble upon the Astronomy major, but for some reason the thought of you has been on his mind and the campus' observatory just so happened to be on the way. With the meager hope that...maybe he'd find some sort of answer (in what, he wasn't really sure himself), there she was.
Luckily, she knew just what he was there for.
The moment that she twirls her hand with a wave, telling him that there isn't anything to worry about, the apprehension creeping within his chest at the thought of seeing you next-
disappeared.
It's not often that he turns to less orthodox methods, but he wouldn't lie. Knowing that--at least in Mona's opinion (which tended to be correct, anyway)--the two of you were undoubtly compatible? Something about how your constellations were intertwined...
In fact, Albedo turns a little theory around in his mind. Though based in old folktales, the idea that you gravitate towards those who are made of the very same stardust as yourself, suddenly made sense.
Or, perhaps he was just being hopeful.
-
Little does he know that you most definitely asked Mona about the same thing earlier that day.
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AHHHHH BUT OF COURSE-
Any of those kinds of places--Botanical Gardens, Art Museums, Aquariums, Zoos, Museums in general--Any place where you're able to utterly lose yourself in your surroundings and look around in awe, really, are your go-to date outing destination!
Usually, it's just the two of you, maybe with Sucrose or Timaeus if it's for a particular class, as well as the occasional Klee in tow whenever Alice is busy with work.
But in this case, fingers interlocked, it's just the two of you on a impromptu trip to the art museum downtown after seeing a promotional banner about a new exhibit. Once inside, you rush along, Albedo trailing close behind with a light squeeze of your hand. The large area used for temporary exhibits isn't far from the entrance, so it's not long until you skid to a stop.
All along the walls are incredibly detailed oil paintings, the thin layered strokes glistening in the light. Albedo takes a moment to whisper to you about how oil paint works.
Due to the thinness of the paint and it's transparency, light passes through every carefully placed stroke, allowing for a unique sort of depth that isn't achievable with other painting media. You smile, the artificial light of the art exhibit making your features glow and Albedo can't help but wonder if you are like those paintings.
So complex, so carefully created in an image perfected with time. Your eyes search his and you say his name and Albedo clears his throat when he realizes he's been staring.
"Do you like this one?"
Ah, you must've assumed he took a liking to this particular painting.
His eyes shift back to it, taking in the sight of the balance of color, the composition, then back to you. He only stares a second longer before nodding.
Whether or not you realize the view he likes is you is something that he dwells on as you both make your way to the next painting.
-
If you had a penny for every time that someone comments on the way you compliment each other, you'd probably be able to pay off your tuition for next semester.
Okay, perhaps not, but the idea still stands.
You're only just at the end of the art exhibit when the security guard wishes the two of you a lovely date. Something about how young love is something to be treasured, something about how the two of you already seem so natural and comfortable in each other's presence.
Before you can mumble out an explanation, Albedo just squeezes your hand, gentle as always, and smiles.
It's a compliment, right? For someone to see how close you are, even if you really are just friends, is a good thing.
Ignoring the warmth that spreads over your cheeks, you smile and turn your head away shyly. Squeezing his hand back, the thought of what it'd be like if you were together crosses your mind.
-
Just as you lend books to him, he lends books to you. Surprisingly, this time it just so happens to be a poetry book--something that you expressed interest in a week ago but ended up not getting.
Within, he's left colorful notes with his neat, slanted writing.
Short discussions (presumably questions to himself) of what the poet must've been thinking, different possible scenarios, are peppered throughout the book. But one just so happens to catch your eye. Rather than a question, it's a statement. Simple, short, and...sweet.
'You carry the aura of the stars.'
The little yellow sticky note pasted beneath a love poem to the night sky stands out. Suppressing a flutter in your chest, you continue reading through the poem book with a few giggles at Albedo's musings until you find a note with most of the words crossed out.
It's entirely unlike him, the way that the dark ink scribbled over the words, making them illegible.
But at the bottom was a continued attempt--one you presume he was satisfied with by the way it lay pristine on the colorful paper.
'You look. I fail to speak.
Your mind, so brilliant as it is
I wish to see behind
To further appreciate the one I love.
I can only hope one day you shall let me in,
So for now I wait patiently by your side.'
Who could he have written this for? You can't help but stare at the poetic attempt, knowing full well that Albedo seldom does something without meaning.
The book closes and you tuck it back on the shelf to ask about later.
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AAAAA YESYESYESYES I LOVE THAT CUDDLE PILE W/ ALBEDO AND KLEE
Even though Albedo's a grade A student and certified genius (he's adamant in his denial, shaking his head and mumbling about how he just studies hard), he's not entirely a stickler for rules.
Well, that is, Aunt Alice's suggestion that Klee goes to bed by 9.
Instead, the three of you settle in the common room of Albedo's place in a bundle of pillows and blankets at the demands of a pillow fort.
The tv blinks on accompanied by the near silent click of the remote.
"What should we watch?"
Klee always ends up picking the movie. This time, she wants Alice in Wonderland, commenting on how the bunny is like her best friend Dodoco and the blonde girl on screen is named after mommy. Albedo doesn't bother correcting her, even though he knows quite well that dear, sweet Dodoco is a chinchilla.
Between sips of juice and a few mouthfuls of popcorn, the three of you fall asleep, Klee curled up besides you and Albedo's arm draped over you both.
Even when the sun is up in the sky, you sleep peacefully.
So, naturally, Aunt Alice has a spare key just in case something like this happens.
Immediately she's met with the sweetest view--her two kids (she's practically adopted Albedo as her own at this point) and--
Hiding a cheeky smile behind her hand, Alice can't help but sneak a little closer when she spies the way that you and Albedo somehow gravitated closer, his face buried in your hair and yours resting against his collar. Wedged between you with tousled hair, Klee snoozes peacefully.
She snaps a picture, followed by another, and another, and a fourth for good measures before meandering into the kitchen to prep something for breakfast.
Might as well let her three favorite people enjoy the comfort of sleep for a little longer...
You wake up the moment that Klee wiggles her way out of the blankets, nuzzling against the warmth radiating under your cheek.
Nice and cozy. Smells nice...wait.
Eyes fluttering open, you're met with a familiar birthmark and the nearly gone scent of Albedo's cologne.
You nearly pull away until the arm, now wrapped around your waist, pulls you closer accompanied by a satisfied sigh. Ah. You shut your eyes tight when you realize that Albedo's going to be asleep for at least another thirty minutes, resigning to your fate gladly.
Of course, Alice takes the opportunity to snap a few more pictures when you've finally fallen back asleep.
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YES ALSO ALSO
Speaking of Albedo and sweaters and warm and also the just mentioned cologne. A little fun tidbit--not only are you familiar with the scent of his cologne because he wears it often, but it (in this au) is actually one that you picked out some time back. You probably were at the store together smelling some of the perfumes when you came across one that you were pleasantly surprised by.
Specifically, something that's lightly floral, a little warm but sweet with a hint of earthiness.
The pros? It fits Albedo perfectly! It also kinda sticks well and his place faintly smells of it.
The cons?? Well...you're embarrassed to say that hugging Albedo tends to drag on a little longer than anticipated because it's just such a comforting scent-
Not because you associate it with Albedo or anything-
Ehe
Man I really went to town again, didn't I?? Well, I'm glad that you enjoy my headcanons :DDD Albedo just seems like such a sweet person??? Like endearing in a way that just is...him. If that makes sense.
Brain go brrrrrr
I'll admit that my favorite headcanons for Bedo are mundane and domestic ones though! Like these! Just the little moments where there's nothing really going on except for him and you and ahhhh yesyesyes
Okay that's all-
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This is a imagine I made on my Wattpad that hasn't been released yet so I posted it here. @ivnasfilm is my wattpad btw!
Warnings: Fluff? Smut? Sexual interactions, language, cockblocking, Ward Cameron mentions, grinding, mentions of sex
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"Are your parents home?"
"No, they're at Thornton's for a couple hours."
"Sarah and Wheezie, too?"
"Yes," Rafe replied to his questioning girlfriend, Y/n. The duo have been dating for a year now. Y/n has been inside Rafe's house many times. She met him through her brother Kelce. He was pretty worried about it at first, but eventually Kelce would've had to get over it because Y/n is 18. She's a legal adult. She can do whatever the hell she wants.
They got closer by attending parties together, spending days at the country club, golf course. Sometimes even just sitting and talking at the beach. It was more than enough for both of them and they enjoyed it all. They made it official by attending Midsummers together. It was a pretty big deal to them since every single Kook would now know that Rafe Cameron officially had a girlfriend.
The first time she met Sarah, they hit it off pretty well. Did sleepovers, painted nails, read magazines about hot guys. Basically girly stuff. Even took fun trips on the Cameron's boat to get away from their boyfriends. They became best friends and truly loved each other's company.
Just like Rafe enjoyed Y/n's.
"Sooo, can I come inside?"
He leant his head back against the car seat. Staring at the girl who was sitting in the driver side of her vehicle. "Can you come inside?"
"Yeah, or- do you want me to?"
The mood in the car lightened as their talk became less questioning and more seductive. Y/n leaning over the center console, her breath hitting Rafe's face in all the ways he likes. Her hand reached over, brushing against his thigh.
"Do I even have to answer that?"
She shook her head at the Cameron before connecting their lips. Softly and gentle was how it was starting off, before Rafe placed his hand onto the zipper of her jeans.
"Not in here. Let's go inside."
"Okay."
The couple exited the car, Y/n making sure to lock it, and headed inside the house. Rafe using his own key to get indoors. They ran up the steps to Rafe's room, shutting the door behind them. Y/n removed her maroon crew neck, sitting herself on Rafe's bed as he removed his t-shirt.
He gently pushed her down sliding his heavier body between her legs. Leaving little kisses from her chest and up. He knew better than to give her hickeys on the neck because of Kelce so he avoided that.
His hand ran itself up and down her waist, giving it a small squeeze. They liked skin pressure. Tension. They began moving upwards, pushing under her cami top. A cropped tank that protected your breast if you didn't want to wear a bra. She tend to wear them often when around Rafe for these special purposes. And today, she just got lucky.
His thumb grazed the side of her breast. "Can I take this off?"
"Mhm."
"Hey Rafe, I need a the U-"
Before he could continue, Wheezie came barging through the door. Covering her eyes. Rafe groaned at the fact that his sister didn't knock. Knowing whenever the door is closed, you knocked.
"Wheezie, we talked about this-"
"I know. I'm sorry. I keep forgetting," she sighed. "Hi, Y/n."
"Hi, Wheez."
"What do you need? Why aren't you at dinner with dad and Sarah?"
"Halfway through the dinner, Rose threw up because Topper's parents made snail and she didn't like it. She made an excuse saying she was probably coming down with the flu. So we came back early."
"What did the Thornton's say?" Y/n asked. Intrigued by this hilarious story as Rafe put back on his shirt.
"Nothing. Just that we should head home just incase they could catch whatever it was."
"That sounds awesome!"
"Yeah, I know. Hey, wanna see the video."
"Oh absolutely," Y/n exclaimed, getting up from Rafe's bed. He sighed as he watched the two girls laugh at the gross vomiting. Althought part of him was glad Y/n was getting along with his little sister. "That's freaking gross. Cool. Like really cool. But gross."
"Yeah, i'm gonna upload it to my Instagram."
"Tag me?"
"Obviously."
"Awesome! Thanks."
Rafe stood. "So, what did you need?"
"I need the USB cord to connect my phone and laptop to upload the video in a file just in case dad and Rose make me take it down."
He huffed out his breath, walking over to his desk. He opened the top drawer, pulling out a mid-length white cord, handing it to his sister. She thanked him and tried to leave, but Rafe stopped her at the doorway. Death glaring her.
"I'm not gonna tell anyone. Chill out. Not like I wanna talk about it and picture it again."
"We weren't doing anything."
"I may be young, but I'm not stupid."
"She's got a point," Y/n agreed. Wheezie fist bumped her and left. Rafe shutting the door behind her. He turned to Y/n who just shrugged at the annoyed boyfriend of hers.
He smiled as he walked up to her, pushing his face close to hers. "Now, where were we?"
"You tell me."
He chuckled, the vibration against her lips sending chills down her whole body. He kissed her seductively like he did once before. This time Y/n pushed Rafe down onto the large bed, enough room for her to switch that position.
Her hands rested on his ribs as she grinded her clothed area against his member. A moan escaped her lips as a huff left his. The jeans in between them horrifying this exciting interaction.
She swayed her tongue and lips against his neck. His eyes rolling to the back of his head, letting out a grunt. She scooted down a few inches so she wasn't sitting directly on top of his belt.
"God, these pants got to go."
"So do yours."
She undid the strap of his waistline. Next thing was unbuckling his pants. She undid the button that lied above the zipper before grabbing the loose metal tab, pulling it down it's line.
"Rafe, dad needs you downsta- HOLY SHIT!"
"OH MY GOD," he groaned out loud. Y/n pushed herself off the dirty blonde, landing beside him. Sarah stood in the doorway, eyes covered, laughing.
"Stop laughing."
"You guys were totally about to do it," she sang as she pointed between them.
"Shut up, Sarah."
"Dad wants you. Said something about the golf course or country club. One of the two. I don't know," she shrugged as she sat beside Y/n. Rafe looked to his girlfriend.
"I'll be right back. You," he pointed to Sarah. "Be gone before i'm back."
"Will do, dickeroo."
Rafe left downstairs as Sarah turned to Y/n and smiled with eyebrows raised. "What are you staring at?"
"Uh...you. Were you guys about to have sex? Since when?"
"Well our first time together was months ago. Like 3 or 4."
"When we were first friends, you said you never planned on having it until you're married. Since when has that changed?"
She shrugged. "Since I met Rafe."
"You guys are too adorable. Well you, not him. Can't stand him."
"Yeah, I know. Sometimes I can't stand Kelce. I wanna kill him."
"Yeah, well let me get going before Rafe tries to kill me." (No pun intended)
She hugged Y/n before leaving the room, just as Rafe walked back in. This time locking the door before shutting it. "That is the last interruption for the night. I told everyone I was going to bed."
"Well, good cause I am trying to get my freak on," she laughed as he jumped back onto of her. Finishing what they've been trying to start.
Thanks for reading!!!
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