#bear with him on his route pls

[reesespeanutbutterfuck]

imperfectionist (vinny hong x jo!reader)

jay jo's imperfectionist sister meets the flawful vinny hong.

part 1

part 2

pairing: vinny hong x jo!fem!reader

warnings: fem!reader, gifted!reader, cursing, mentions of blood & violence, mentions/flashbacks to vinny's shitty childhood. jo!reader (jay is reader's 1 year older brother, but they're in the same class), physical descriptions (resemblance to jay, jay's mother, heavily implied asian features) intelligent!reader, female rage, implications of academic pressure, middle child problems, second person's pov (you, you're, your), ANGSTY, lowkey self-indulgent, SPOILERS everywhere, includes momma bear vinny but then reader is also kind of a momma bear, reader is NOT yumi, but yumi still exists here. lmk if i forgot anyth

note: i can't stop tossing and turning while reading s4 lol. our vinny pls come back now im bawling my eyes rn

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None of the recontres you had with Vinny Hong in the entirety of your life was normal.

The first time you encountered him was when you accidentally bumped into him in a vulnerable state while walking home under a light rain shower after a tiring day volunteering at the hospital your parents were working in. The light pouring rain hit your umbrella with soft thuds as you were finding your way through the alley you accidentally passed by after taking an alternative route, but getting a little lost in the process.

You shuddered when you heard a groan. You immediately looked around and kept your guard up in case it was a kidnapper. But no, it sounded like one of pain. Stopping your tracks and pulling over your feet, you looked around the alley. Your eyes expectantly scanned until your eyes found the source of the grumbling noise. There he was, slumped against the wall.

I knew it. you thought.

It was a man. How cliché. His head was bowed down so he couldn't see you. Let me guess, a high school boy was mobbed and injured somewhere and now is left to die in a dark alley to be found lifeless once the sun rises?

You scoffed. If only you had all the time in the world to be a delinquent, that will most likely be where you're meant for. These high school boys are wasting their lives when they unknowingly have the time to choose to be a better person. You discreetly envied how these kinds of people can still choose how they'll live their lives—regardless of presence of sense for separating actions between good and bad.

And so you walked past the alley.

Your steps slowed down as the man groaned again, this time followed by a rustle. A slight pang of guilt forming in the pit of your stomach. Damn it, this wasn't…

You reluctantly looked back to where the man sat. You've always sworn your life you wouldn't meddle in anything that wasn't your business. But for some reason, the guilt of having the ability to help but refusing to, drowned your fixed principle.

Just as you were having an inner banter with yourself, your feet made the decision for you instead and took you to him. You pushed the button on your umbrella to automatically close it, pointing the sharp end to the stranger. You weren't even sure if he's still alive because he suddenly quieted down after that last groan. Only the light from the nearest post gave you an unclear sight of the man and the fluff of his fiery red hair.

One of his hands fell limp on the floor while the other was covering his wound. It seemed like he's been in the same spot for minutes yet the distinct bright colour of fresh blood told you the injury happened not very a while ago. You weren't sure of how to approach him properly, so you lightly kicked his leg once, but he didn't respond. So you kicked him for the second time, this time, harder. Finally, he responded by quietly groaning in pain once again.

“Who… the hell… are you…?” He weakly questioned as looked up to squint and take in your face, but your figure was against the light from the lamp post, so your silhouette was the only thing he's capable of registering. Even when in pain, his voice still sounded atrocious. Like he's someone used to speaking to people harshly. Luckily, you weren't intimidated for a single bit. It'll take a lot more than harsh tones to drive you away. You've been there.

You fumbled inside your tote bag to search for your phone, “Who are you to ask?” When you got ahold of your phone, you turned the flashlight on and you got a clearer view of the blood oozing out of this stranger's side, staining his hand in the process. It looked like a stab wound, judging from the volume of the blood oozing out from the wound.

“As expected.” You raised your hand to point the sharp end of your umbrella to him once again. “I will help you. But if you attempt to do anything funny, I'll stab you on your other side, too.”

Your first option as was to call immediate professional help. As you tried to dial the hospital hotline to call an ambulance, your phone kept indicating there was no service. The signal's jammed. You almost threw your phone to the nearest wall out of frustration as you hit the side of it with your palm. You side-eyed the man behind you. Shit. Now what? This kind of stab wound is fatal, especially because he already lost plenty of blood beforehand. It wouldn't bleed that much if the penetration wasn't deep. It might have even hit a vital spot. Calling for help now will be difficult because of this deserted alley and the continuous pour of the rain didn't help either, plus, your phone has no service.

“..I don't need… your help...!” he glared at your silhouette and cursed himself as he shut his eyes tightly while attempting to sit upright, enduring the excruciating pain on his side.

“You're quite obnoxious for a dying man.” You looked around to search for more resources. This is a closed alley. If you leave him here for another minute to find help, he might completely lose his consciousness, he was already limp in the first place. You were left with no choice. Your hand hesitantly reached to fumble around your bag once again until you got an OS, gauze pads and sterilized medical stitching needles.

Your mother would be furious if ever she finds out you stitched a stranger's wounds. You can only imagine her yelling, “Patients are not your playthings and the Medical field is not your playground! Who are you to perform Medical procedures? You're not even a Doctor yet!” Yeah, for sure Dra. Jo wouldn't be so pleased to find out her daughter's attempt to fix someone up. You kneeled and looked at the stranger. You needed to gain his trust as professionally as possible.

“I won't ask your name since you're clearly hard to talk to. I'm [Y/N]. I'm no Guardian angel of yours. I do light voluntary work in hospitals and I have current trainings on how to attend to emergency patients. But I'm still a high school student so I'm not yet licensed. Anyway, going to a hospital will always be the safest option, but I have knowledge about stitching wounds, at least. I'm going to temporarily stitch you up really quick so you don't lose more blood, then we'll get you to a hospital once I find phone service.”

You surveyed his overall state, he looked very pale, although it's easy to tell that he's naturally pale, by losing a lot of blood, he's getting even paler each passing second. You were running out of time.

“Do you consent to this?” You asked him calmly through your glasses.

He breathed out heavily. You knew he was wary and reluctant. Which is understandable. But if it's not you, who else will do it? You heaved a sympathetic sigh. As you unemotionally tell him about the circumstances of his skepticality, that you well acknowledge.

“Hey, you might have a family member waiting for you at home. They would be devastated to just hear from the news that you were found dispatched and lifeless out here in the morning.” you looked around, left and right. “I won't force your consent out. I haven't touched you anywhere yet and I wouldn't if you don't want me to, so I can just leave you here, without me being a potential suspect of your murder. But you should probably think about the ones that didn't know their last sight of you alive was the last they'll get, ever.”

He looks at you for a few seconds while he grits his teeth, before he slowly, lightly nods. Shutting his eyes and removing his hand from covering the wound, implying that he had put his trust in you.

You checked his carotid pulse first. Just as you thought. Erratic and weakened. And then looked over to watch the shallow rise and fall of his shoulders. Shallow breathing... He definitely lost a high volume of blood already. You hastily started disinfecting everything—your hands, the tools, even the gloves. You checked his expression. You gave him a heads-up before lifting the side of his shirt to attend to the wound properly. You began working up and stitching the wound on his right side. You looked at his face once again that's being covered by the shade of the unfinished constructions caging the alley, while going through your first stitch.

“I'm sorry, this is the only option, for now. I'll find more professional help after this.”

He had no more energy left to open his mouth and reply. He grunts in pain while you were busy ushing the needle through-and-through. You asked him to bite down on a cloth while enduring the pain, since you didn't have anesthesia and he can feel every poke of the needle on his skin. You stitched him with precision with your skilled hands. Your hands were painted crimson red during the process.

This wasn't your first time stitching. You've done this a couple of times—but only to a simulator. You pulled yourself together as you kept in mind that a person's life is in your hands this time.

While you were focusing on the stitches, all the stranger can muster are croaky groans, as the pain of the wound and the stitches stung, so you tried to do it faster. When you were done, while wiping your blood-stained hands, you noticed how his chest was rising and falling rapidly as he was wincing in pain. He tried to look up at you again, but his sight of you was blurry.

“Don't worry, that'll be removed at once when you're taken to the hospital. What I did is only first aid, and you already lost a lot of blood so we still need to get you to the hospital as soon as possible.”

You pushed your knees to stand up and find phone signal, but before you can, his hand rose and reached for yours.

“No.” He clutched your hand to stop you. His hand was rough—and also large. You have large hands for a female, but his hand almost completely enveloped yours.

The side of your lips shifted downward while looking down at him. “You must really want to die.”

He gripped your hand tightly from the severe pain he's enduring. You know how much pain he's going through right now and he didn't mean to do so, so you let him squeeze your hand.

“I would rather die… than pay a hospital bill.” he weakly held on to you, falling completely unconscious. His head fell on your lap. You furrowed your brows and put his head into a more comfortable position.

Oh, so he was serious on dying?

You coming to his rescue definitely doesn't just end with a few stitches.

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please bear with me, you guys. i wrote this way past my bedtime before a 7am class so it's yet still unedited lol ! always remember to put seeking professional help as top priority if you ever encounter this kinda scenario irl

#windbreaker #vinny hong #vinny hong x reader #vinnyxreader #jay jo x reader #windbreaker x reader #vinny x reader #yoobinhong #dom kang #shelly #manhwaimagines #manhwa #manga #imagines #wind breaker #minu #jay jo #vinny

[bigtreefest]

Chapter 7: Then Again

From: Bigger Houses Series

Pairing: Mountain Ranger! Ari x Reader

Summary: Everyone’s got regrets they might wish to go back and change, but then again, you would have never gotten here

Word Count: 3,304

Content/Warnings: MINORS DNI, 18+ ONLY, SMUT, honest conversations, hiking, cuddling, soft intimate shower, oral sex (f receiving), p in v protected sex, lotsa kissing, praise and lowkey size kink, swears

Author’s Note: O. M. G. This is the first time I’ve written smut, so I wanted to make it super soft and loving like I feel really pairs for this couple. Nine months into the relationship, wowza. Talk about true love, somebody pls find me a bear of a man like this.

Likes, comments, reblogs, and asks are sooooo welcome and appreciated!!

Dividers by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

Below is the song which inspired this chapter. It’s my favorite on the entire album. It just kinda puts warmth and longing into my chest, so I hope the vibe matches what I’ve written.

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“Yes Mom, I promise I’ll be safe.” You looked into the camera of your phone as your mom looked right back at you.

“As long as you promise. I don’t want you eaten by a bear, but apparently you’ve got your own bear of a boyfriend to ward them off.” You laughed along with her own chuckle at that joke.

“Yes, Ari knows these woods well. I have no doubt he’s taking us on a good and safe route.” Your head turned away from the phone at a knock at the door.

“That’s probably him now.”

It was Sunday morning and Ari had asked you on a nice hike with him. The weather was set to be sunny, yet brisk, perfect for a rigorous walk through the mountains.

You opened the door and Ari greeted you with a kiss on the top of your head. “Morning, Duchess.”

He turned to see you were on the phone. “Oh, good morning Mrs.—“

“Ari, please. Call me mom. How many times do I have to tell you?” You both smiled and blushed at that as Ari went into your kitchen and dropped off his things. You sat on the couch, continuing your phone call.

“I knew there was something about that boy the first time I saw him. I’m so glad the two of you are so happy together. I can’t wait to come visit and officially meet him in person soon.” Ari had spoken to your mom on several occasions over FaceTime now, each time garnering more of her respect and adoration, which was rare for her. She always had sky high expectations, and you were her daughter after all, but she didn’t want you to have to face the same struggles she did, both career and romance-wise.

You rolled your eyes, thinking she wouldn’t catch it, but of course she did. “Don’t roll your eyes at me, young lady. You know I’m right. I’ll let you go have fun on your date, though. I love you!”

You smiled back. “Love you, too, Mom.”

Once the call ended, you walked over to Ari, watching him bent over and looking through your fridge. You just couldn’t resist the urge to smack the plump, ripe piece of ass in joggers before you. Just as you were winding up, a large hand went and covered both cheeks.

“I know what you’re, thinking, Angel. You’re not gonna get me this time.” He rose from his hunched position, and towered over you, eyes glinting with mischief, pairing with the sly grin on his face. Before you knew it, Ari had scooped you up and plopped you back on the couch, peppering your face with kisses and tickling your sides. You were helpless, kicking your legs from under his body, doing your best to fight off the attack.

“Ari, quit it! I give, I give, you win!” You squealed through your giggle.

Ari’s hands and lips stopped their assault, but he didn’t pull away, instead, leaning in and putting a fat kiss on your lips. “Get on your hiking boots! We’ve gotta go before it gets hot.”

You nodded and looked up at him through your eyelashes. “Help me tie them?”

Ari’s head drooped down as he sighed and grabbed your boots off the floor. He could never say no to that look. He kissed each shin as he slid the boots onto your feet. “Anything for you, Duchess.”

You helped by tying one of the shoes as Ari tied the other. He was just such an expert, having to do this everyday for however many years now. Looking at the single knot you had made on your right shoe, he untied it and pulled the laces tight, making his own double knot in its place.

“You’re so much better at that than me.” You huffed. He laughed back, kissing the wrinkle away from your forehead that showed up when you were frustrated.

“Nonsense. You’re great at it. I just like ‘em extra secure.” He grabbed your hand and helped to lift you off the couch, the two of you putting on your hiking backpacks and heading out the door, ready for the trail.

Your hike was filled with amazing views and sightings of so much wildlife. You truly loved seeing Ari in his element, as well. He constantly checked on you as he led you through the winding trails, pointing out his favorite spots and, of course, stopping for snacks and photo ops.

He could tell when the exhaustion was starting to creep in, but luckily by that point, the two of you were nearly home.

As you came back, Ari started on heating up the leftovers from dinner the night before. You went out to your back porch which overlooked the rolling landscape, rich with colors of green and rocky gray, mountains graced with snow caps when you looked up at the peaks surrounding you.

Ari came out carrying two warm plates of Thai food from the good place in town and you snuggled up on the couch of your patio furniture and ate together.

He grabbed your plates and set them aside, as the two of you chatted, the sun casting a warm glow over the landscape. Ari pulled you close so your back was against his chest, his strong arms tight around your waist. He wiggled to scoot until his back was up against the arm rest, finally placing his head on your shoulder as the two of you settled.

Ari kissed your neck, his beard lightly scratching the sensitive skin, as you sat there pensively. “Ari, do you ever wish you could go back and change things? Go back to a time that was simpler, where you didn’t know what it was like to live through so many hardships? Do it all differently?” You felt his chest heave with a sigh and he exhaled out of his nose, the warm air hitting your collar bone.

Ari let the question hang in the air for a moment, thinking over everything in his life while he formulated an answer. “If I could go back, I probably would’ve held onto my old Bronco. It used to be my grandpa’s, and it was getting old, so I traded it in for the truck. I probably would’ve visited him down in Atlanta a little more, too, before he passed.”

You nodded as he hummed, thinking of more things. “I probably would’ve stuck around for graduation, finished my degree so I could become rich.”

You giggled as his chest rumbled behind you. “I’d probably apologize to Savannah for wasting her time, would’ve hung out and vacationed with my childhood friends a little more….”

“Had a little more patience, or sent a few more prayers to heaven, but I don’t know if that all was really in the cards. If it were up to me, who knows where I’d be? I look back at all of that. The heartbreaks, the hard goodbyes, they led me here.”

You turned to look up at him, his gaze distant in thought before he looked down at you. “If it was all different, though, I wouldn’t be sitting here with my whole world in my arms, stealing kisses on a Sunday afternoon. Sure, there are a few things that I might’ve changed if God put me in charge, but then again, I would have never met you.”

Tears began to well up in your eyes at his words. “Why? Is there anything you regret?”

You laughed and sniffled as you shook your head. “No. Not at all.” He used his thumb to wipe the tears falling down your cheeks.

“I feel really dumb right now. I was gonna say something stupid like buying bitcoin to be rich. Or like, maybe just not date at all until I found you. But you make a great point. I wouldn’t have come up here if it weren’t for all that. I think I love you too much to regret anything that led me here. Anything that I thought was a wrong turn definitely turned out right.”

He shook his head, laughing along with you, kissing away the rest of your tears. “Trust me, I love you more.”

The two of you sat there, basking in each other’s presence, before you began to become overly aware of the dried dirt and sweat that sat on your skin.

“I, um…. I think I’m gonna go take a shower. Get the outdoors off of me.” Ari nodded and helped you up off his lap, preparing to head home and do the same when you lingered before heading inside.

“Do you want to….join…me?” Ari sprung up out of his chair, head nodding vigorously. He grabbed the plates off the table and ran to drop them in the sink. He watched as you sauntered, hips swaying while you discarded pieces of clothing, one by one, completely naked before reaching the barn door that closed off the master bathroom from your bedroom.

Ari shimmied down his pants with much less grace, shucking off his shirt and socks, before joining you in the steamy room. He watched in awe as you stepped into the water and it ran down the curves of your body. Ari reached his hand under the stream and immediately retracted at the sting of the heat.

“God, Duchess. I love you, but I don’t think I could stand it if the lava you’re standing under burns my skin off before I even get to touch you.”

You laughed and rolled your eyes. “Bear, it’s not that bad.”

You begrudgingly turned down the temperature as Ari joined you. This wasn’t the first time you and Ari had done anything, but it was the first time you had seen each other fully naked all at once, since you hadn’t fully had sex yet.

You turned around as Ari grabbed your shampoo, gently rubbing it into your scalp. You moaned in satisfaction at the feeling of his fingertips massaging your head, basking in the intimacy and ecstasy of the moment.

“Angel, if you keep making noises like that, I don’t think we’ll ever get clean.” You laughed as you leaned back to wash the shampoo out of your hair.

Ari leaned under the stream with you to wet his hair. You squeezed the shampoo into your hand and began to massage it into his scalp, scratching your nails through his hair just the way he liked.

“Oh, fuck Angel, that’s good.” You giggled, hitting him in the chest.

“If I’ve gotta stop, so do you, mister.”

The two of you continued to wash each other, sharing kisses and feather light touches here and there before getting out and drying off.

Once you had brushed out your hair and Ari’s, the two of you made your way to your bed, sheets freshly washed just the day before. You had your towel wrapped around your body while Ari’s hung low on his waist. Ari held your hips, looking into your eyes, as you slowly backed up until your knees gave out from hitting against the bed.

Ari moved to crawl over you, his towel coming undone as he did so. Your eyes trailed down his firm chest, to his chiseled abs, until you could see how hard he was. You moaned at the sight, watching how his dick twitched in response.

His eyes stayed locked with yours until he leaned down and kissed you, trailing away from your lips and down your neck before retracing the path with his tongue.

You shuffled under him, removing your towel and discarding it on the floor with his, adjusting yourself so your head laid against the pillows. He kissed you again, deeply, passionately, before smiling and pulling away.

“I love you. I’d never change anything about my life unless it meant I could have met you sooner just to love you that much longer.”

You could feel his heavy cock tap against your leg as he kissed down your chest, eyes never leaving yours. You watched intently, lips parted in a light gasp as he finally reached where you were yearning for his touch.

Ari’s biceps bulged when he pulled your legs apart, placing a gentle kiss on your clit. Your breath shuddered at the sensation.

“Is this okay, Angel?” You nodded and whispered back.

“Yes, please. Please keep going.”

Ari’s tongue darted out of his mouth licking a stripe up your slit. Your back bowed as he dove in, licking and sucking. You knew he called you Angel, but his tongue was heavenly.

You let out a high-pitched moan, entangling your fingers through the wet strands of Ari’s hair, using the leverage to grind against his face. He inserted a finger into you, pumping it and curling it against your spot just right. You felt your legs began to shake, but pushed Ari’s head away before you could reach your peak.

“Wait, hold on.” You spoke while still trying to catch your breath. He looked up at you in bewilderment, beard glistening with your arousal.

“What’s wrong, Duchess? Did I do something?” You shook your head, still gasping for air.

“No, no. It was so good, I just, uh…..I want you to be inside me when I come.” Ari nodded, coming back up your body to kiss you.

“Okay.” He whispered back, a soft smile on his face. “Gimme a sec.”

He ran over to his discarded joggers and fished in the pocket to find his wallet where he pulled out a condom. He returned to you in bed, taking his spot between your legs again, and rolled it on. You knew he was huge, and you’d only taken two of his fingers before, but you couldn’t help the anticipation to feel all of him.

“I’m gonna open you up first, okay Angel?”

You nodded and immediately threw your head back as Ari scissored two of his long fingers against your walls, preparing you and stretching you out for what was to come. You wailed when he added a third and Ari swore he had never heard or seen something so beautiful before. The movie that was you feeling this level of bliss from him made him feel warmth and pride through his chest. He needed to be inside you.

Ari pulled out his fingers, swirling his tongue around them and sucking them clean, moaning at the sweet taste. His eyes rolled back and he nearly came from the culmination of partaking in your pleasure up to that point. You couldn’t help but clench against nothing, watching the specks of lust within the love in his gaze after that as he leaned down and framed your face with his large hands. He leaned in to kiss you, then pulled away as his dark blue irises, thin around his blown pupils, shifted between your eyes.

“Are you ready? Are you sure?” It came out breathy and strained. He wanted this as badly as you, after taking everything step by painfully slow step for nine months together.

“Yes, Ari. Please. I just want to feel you so close.”

He nodded and ran the head of his cock

up and down your folds, gathering your arousal before perching at your entrance. He kept one hand at his base, the other on your cheek as he looked deeply into your eyes. You felt the bulbous tip breach your entrance, almost with a pop as your tight warmth welcomed Ari.

“Ah, oh, Angel, you’re so tight.” Ari nearly yelped at the feeling of being inside you. You watched as he couldn’t help but let his eyes flutter closed from the overwhelming pleasure. “I’ll take it slow, promise.”

All Ari wanted was for you to enjoy this as much as him, and when he was able to pry his eyes open to see the way your face was contorted, your eyes as sincere and pleading as his, he knew you were. He slowly pushed in further, accompanied by a deep moan from you. Neither of you were virgins by any means, but something about this moment with Ari felt like being born again, straight into delectation.

He pushed another inch in, slowly, and your hands flew to his broad back, nails digging in the muscles that firmly blanketed his scapulas. His hips jumped at the sting, pushing him in to the hilt, causing you both to brace against each other at the fullness and all encompassing warmth.

His head dipped into crook of your neck, breath fanning your collar bone and beard sending tingles through your body as he sucked on the spot that gave you chills.

Your hands ran down his back and to his ass, pulling him in closer to you, if that was even possible.

“Ari, I need you to move.” You felt him nod against you and his hips pulled out only a few inches before rolling back in.

You breathy moans were close to his ear, spurring him on to keep going faster, pulling out farther and pushing in deeper until the warmth from your core began to climb up your body again. He found a rhythm and could feel as your pussy began to clench.

“Duchess, I can feel you’re close. It feels so good. You’re always so good to me.” His praise pulled you that much closer to the edge, hands grasping for purchase across his back, slipping slightly from the thin layer of sweat.

“Fuck, Angel. So tight. It’s okay, you can let go. Let go for me.” Ari needed you to come for him. He needed to feel your body sucking him in, holding him tighter. He pulled his head from your neck to look into your eyes when it happened. He moved his thumb down to your clit, rubbing tight circles and sending you over the cliff you were hanging on.

“Oh god, Ari!” You keened, your ankles locking around his narrow hips as your entire body contracted in ecstasy. Ari wasn’t far behind, the tightness surrounding him causing him to drive his hips all the way forward and spill into the condom. He collapsed over your chest again as he grunted lowly into your ear.

The two of you stayed there for a few minutes as you caught your breaths. He pulled back, his now dry hair draping over the sides of his face and framing yours, making a small world where it was only the two of you. His silky brown locks blocked everything else out. The only thing in existence was your shared gaze, filled with hazy satisfaction and dopey smiles.

Ari leaned down and kissed your lips, and then your forehead before he whispered to you. “I’m going to pull out, okay? You stay here while I go get a washcloth.”

You nodded and gasped as you felt the sensation of the ridges of his dick passing against your walls until you were empty. On instinct you rolled over to your side and closed your legs, still sporadically convulsing from the orgasm. Ari returned and cleaned you up, pulling up the covers and crawling into bed behind you, wrapping his strong arms around you and pulling you closer.

He kissed you shoulder and muttered. “I’m so happy to have you. I love you so much.”

You turned over and tangled your legs with his, pulling him in for a lazy, filthy kiss. “I love you, and I’m the luckiest person in the world. Or more like, my whole world was just in me.”

You winked at Ari as his shoulders bounced in laughter at your ridiculous statement. You were drunk in happiness, but neither of you would have it any other way. You slung your arm around his waist and nestled deeply into his chest, a satisfied smile on your face.

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Bonus A/N: as Paris Hilton says, “that’s hot”

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Ikepri superhero AU? Just a fun idea; this is my take on which powers I think each one might have

Jin - super strength he's already built like a wall and uses his fists in combat, I bet X ray vision would be pretty fitting but let's not go into that direction

Chevalier - clairvoyance (to this day Clavis is convinced it's actually invulnerability)

Clavis - illusions is my go to for clavis and his reign or terror, though chevalier always sees through his ploys. I did consider invisibility as a close second (cough for growing up in his brother's shadow and feeling unseen cough) also, it would be pretty funny if he was elastic man

Leon - I have no idea honestly, I think he'd either be a jack of all trades where he can switch between multiple powers making him a worthy rival for chevalier or have shapeshifting and being able to transform into another person (because of his route, those who know know)

Yves - bad luck. How? I don't know. He's just a magnet for it. He somehow learned to survive it and in a way surf it. My second go-to was regeneration or healing (which would probably make him a constant target for clavis' pranks)

Licht - Invisibility stems from his desire to be left alone or disappear. This was a tie with regeneration where he cannot possibly die or be harmed or harm himself (this in a way could make his suffering worse if you think about it) I also considered him and Nokto having some sort of "twin powers" like actually bringing good and bad fortune.

Nokto - hypnotic speech /eyes. With this super power no business partner can resist his jedi tricks tempting offers. In real world this is the terrifying power of maxed charisma.

Luke - animal morphing or "Therianthropy". Need I say more? Luke but bear. Too easy. I'm assuming this also lets him speak to animals.

Rio - divide what's better than one butler? Two butlers. Second option is teleportation: He's anywhere anytime but most importantly he's always there for you

Sariel - enhanced senses (pls he's raising 8 out-of-control super kids)

Bonus

Silvio - Money

Gilbert - Telepathy he can use his powers to read minds, but he can also alter or erase someone's memories, or simply make them do what he desires much like prof Xavier making him a dangerous rival for Chevy. The crack alternatives were bottomless stomach or bite of steel

Keith - control over plant life it helps that he's very knowledgeable in the field. Hulkeith

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[qu0kkarambles]

Concert season

Warnings: smut- minors DNI, jealousy, little bit of angst?, fingering, oral, unprotected sex, cum play? tears, I might’ve missed something idk if I have pls tell me

Authors note: this took me forever to write sorry if it’s crap lol And as always I haven’t proofread

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The screams were deafening as you walked into the stadium, the anticipation of the upcoming show buzzing amongst the crowd. It was stray kids first live show since the pandemic, and the atmosphere reflected this. It was intense, the stadium buzzing with excitement as the crowd filed into their seats and background music played lowly.

Your seats were close to the stage, off to the side so you could see clearly and weren’t getting cramped in the standing room. You had seen the boys rehearsing for weeks, but you knew tonight would have such an intense feeling for everyone in the building, and you couldn’t wait. You caught snippets of surrounding conversations while you waited for the show, fans speculating on what songs they’d perform, what outfits they would wear, even sharing gossip about hair colours. You’re ears pricked as you overheard someone mention red lights. Since it’s release the song had been a hot topic within the fandom, with many desperate for live performances of the song.

You chuckled to yourself, knowing full well that the giggling girls behind you would be more than satisfied soon enough, last weeks rehearsal running through your mind once more before you shook off the conversation. Before you realised, the stadium was full, bursting at the seams with excited stay, raring to go and waiting for the boys to come on stage any second now. When the lights dimmed, you felt goosebumps run their way up your arms as 8 silhouettes appeared on the stage. The screams were deafening, and transported you back in time.

*flashback*

You’d ran back from the toilets when your friend had called that the doors were opening, desperate to get to the front of standing. It was your first concert, and stray kids would be on stage before you knew it. You couldn’t wait. Racing back to your place in the queue, you met your friend once more as you both moved toward the door, excitement filling the building. Once you were in and situated at the front barrier, you waited, anticipation coating your every movement. Once the lights dimmed you were in a euphoric state, still unable to believe that the boys you had been watching for years through a screen were less than a meter from you, performing in perfect formation right before your eyes.

When the first songs ended and they slowed to talk to their fans, you saw chans eyes scanning the crowd, admiring the effort from stays. When his eyes caught yours you felt your cheeks blush as he smiled toward you. Throughout the small section, you felt chans eyes on you multiple times, eventually seeing him whisper something to Felix, who then also caught your eyes. It was intimidating, knowing they both were looking at you, seemingly talking about you. It was an intense feeling, and one you would never forget. And once you were halfway through the show, and after seeing each of the members eyeing you up after a chat from chan, you were floating. The entire night felt surreal. And when it was over, you felt high.

The rush to leave the stadium was as intense as entering, and within seconds you’d lost your friend in the crowd. After a rushed call you’d agreed to meet back at your hotel, and you finally made it out of the big metal doors to the road. With more room to breathe and time to get your bearings, you started to circle the building, unsure of where you’d come out. The crowd quickly dispersed and within a matter of minutes you found yourself to be the only person heading around this particular side of the building. You got your maps up to try and figure out the quickest route to your hotel and, distracted by the directions, walked face first into a strong back. Looking up to apologise a small squeak left your mouth as you recognised the face.

Han jisung was stood in front of you. And you had just walked into him. If the ground could swallow you whole it would be ideal, but instead you started rambling a million apologies. You stuttered put your last ‘omgimsosorry’ when you felt his hands on either side of your face, squishing your cheeks together as a surprising effective way of stopping you talking.

‘Oh my god. It’s actually you. Channie hyungs gonna love me’ he said dragging you away with him with no explanation and a million questions swirling in your head.

When he finally dropped your wrist you were backstage, stood almost like a prize infront of the 7 boys while jisung bounced happily behind you. ‘I found her channie. She walked into me but I found her’ he was practically shouting at this point, his excitement clear from his volume. ‘Umm. What’s this about?’ You asked cautiously, unsure why jisung had dragged you backstage and still in disbelief that you were even there.

‘Guys j-just give us a minute? Please?’ Chan asked the other members, and one by one they filed out, Felix leaving last after a par on chans shoulder and a wink sent in your direction. ‘Umm hi? I’m sorry about this I don’t know why jisung bought you back I guess he thought I’d be excited and I am. Oh my god I am but I also don’t really know what to say except. Umm. Hi, I’m chan?’ He rambled for a minute, still leaving your many questions unanswered and when he finished, you could see a nervous look in his eyes.

‘Hi? I’m sorry I still don’t understand why I’m back here. I don’t get why jisung seemed so excited and why your apologising I mean you’re you. Ya know?’ You tried to explain yourself in a way that made sense, but you couldn’t figure out what the excitement around you was about. ‘Oh um’ chan began, ‘well the thing is I saw you, from the stage I mean. And I’m you’re wow. Ya know? And I pointed you out to the other when we were performing because I just couldn’t take my eyes off of you. And I’m sorry I- this is probably really weird for you. It is for me too this has never happened before. But god you’re so gorgeous and even more so up close I just-‘ you cut off his speech, capturing his lips with yours in a mad moment of bravery. When you’re brain finally caught up with what your body had done, you went to move away, before chans strong hands wrapped around your waist, holding you closer to him. ‘Where do you think you’re going babygirl’ he smirked.

*end of flashback*

The booming bass of the first song bought you back to the present as the 8 boys filled the stage effortlessly with their powerful choreography and incredible talent. You bopped along to their performance, joining the hoards of screaming fans when they big screens caught a particularly juicy moment. And every time chan came onto the screen to your right you cheered for him, and although your screams were one of thousands, you still felt like just maybe he could hear you.

When the first songs finished and the group started their greetings, you found chan searching your section, and eventually caught his eye. He was grinning ear to ear that he’d found you, and you were sure your own expression was just as goofy mirrored back at him. You saw how the other members spotted you in the crowd, and waved to each of them in turn, blending in perfectly with the massive crowd of fans vying for their attention. As the performance continued the screams only intensified from your section, and the group of girls behind you seemed particularly loud whenever chans blushing cheeks appeared on the big screen. The lewd comments you overheard made you chuckle at first, but soon became hard to hear. They were graphic, and a swirl of jealousy picked up in your stomach as you continued to listen to their wild fantasies with your boyfriend.

By the last song, you had a sore throat from the shouting, as well as a pit of jealousy forming in your gut. Listening to the girls behind you had planted seeds of doubt in your stomach around your relationship with chan. What if he’d rather be with them, doing the things they talked about, rather than with you? You were extremely average in your own mind, and had always wondered why chan had picked you that night from the crowd. Stealing a look at the girls from behind you as they walked past your row was a big mistake. They were stunning, and your pit of insecurity only grew. Chan was hot. He knew that, and this stadium full of people knew that. So why would he be with you when he has all these people to choose from.

You were so lost in thought you didn’t realise your phone was ringing until it began again. Felix was calling you, and it must be important if he’s ringing this close to the end of a show. ‘Hey lix, what’s up?’ You put on your cheeriest voice as you answered, not wanting to dampen the boys’ mood after an incredible show. ‘Y/nieeee. We’re heading back to the hotel so we’ll meet you there right? We’re gonna order food and eat in mine and sungies room’ he shared the group plan with you, before shouting a goodbye through a giggle.

As you headed to the hotel alone, your mind continued to spiral. Once you’d made it into the lift, you were downright depressed, but you were determined not to let the boys know. They didn’t need to be burdened by your mood when they should be floating from the show. Once you dropped your bags at yours and chans room you slipped your shoes off and slipped into your slippers, your feet thanking you. Heading toward Felix and jisungs room you could here your boyfriend and his members shouting and laughing behind the door, and steeled yourself to hide your jealousy and insecurities. As you held your hand up to knock, the door swung open, minhos face meeting yours as he pulled you into the room and carried on out to collect the already ordered food.

Chan sat patting his lap, an invitation to come sit with him. You pretended not to see, heading instead to sit between Felix and hyunjin. You also pretended you hadn’t caught the disappointment across chans face as you sat down across from him. You sat chatting to hyunjin, praising his performance and teasing jisung until after the food came. You were soon all full, a feast demolished in a matter of minutes. As the night continued on, jeongin and seungmin returned to their room, soon followed by Changbin and hyunjin, desperate to get ready for bed after the long day.

It was only you, chan, Felix jisung and Minho left. Although Felix and jisung were sharing a room, jisung had decided to sleep in minhos room tonight, after spending the past 20 minutes curled up in his boyfriends strong arms. As they stood to leave, jisungs legs wrapped around his boyfriend as chan moved toward you, offering you his hand. As you interlinked your fingers with his he pulled you up from the ground where you sat, sliding his hand around your waist to pull you closer as you stood. Your deep insecurities were still at the forefront of your mind, and so you didn’t lean into his side as you would normally, instead opting to walk ahead of him from felixs room to your own.

As you heard the door to your room close you felt chans hand on your wrist. ‘Y/n? What’s wrong?’ He asked, concern lacing his tongue. ‘What do you mean? I’m fine’ you shrugged off his reply, hoping a good night sleep would push away your anxieties. ‘No. You’re not fine y/n. I’m not taking that bullshit as an answer now tell me what’s wrong?’ His voice raised in volume as he finished, determined to get an answer out of you, but all it did was startle you. ‘I’m sorry y/n, but you’ve barely talked to me since the concert ended and you didn’t sit with me and I just want to make it right’ his pleading eyes were too much for you to handle, and the small circles he was drawing on your enclosed hands weren’t helping.

‘Why me?’ You asked, looking into his eyes for the answer, as if they knew.

‘What do you mean?’

‘Why me? Why did you pick me? Why date me? Why, chan?’

‘Y/n I don’t understand where this is coming from. Is it something I said? Is it something I did?’

‘Tonight, looking at the crowd of people desperate for attention all I could think was why me? Why not someone prettier or funnier or kinkier or just better? A crowd full of people to choose from why would he settle with someone as average as me’ you ranted on, spilling your anxieties into the room as a tear trailed down your cheek. You lifted your hand to wipe it before chan saw, but you were too late and he was already cupping your cheeks, wiping your tears and pulling you closer.

‘You are my everything y/n. Without you I don’t know what I’d do. That’s why.’ He reassured you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders as you inhaled his scent. With your face buried in his chest your insecurities began to ebb away, but jealousy still flawed at your back as you remembered the girls behind you and their fantasies. This thought made you push against his chest, moving away from him before he could pull you back. ‘Am I enough though? Do you not want more?’ Your voice was so quiet he barely heard, but the words still broke his heart. He crossed the distance between you both, capturing your lips with his own as he thread his fingers through your hair.

‘I don’t know how many times I need to tell you, or show you, how much you mean to me. But you are all I want y/n. You’re all I need. Let me prove it.’ He punctuated his words with kisses along your jaw, and you were soon putty in his hands, knees growing weaker with each kiss he pressed into your skin. He trailed his hands over your back, giving your perfect perky ass a loving squeeze before filling under you to lift your weight. Legs around his waist and ass in his hands, you met his lips with yours once more, desperation filling your body as you sought to stave off the jealousy that still lingered in your mind. Moving toward the bed he carried you across the room, still placing quick chaste kisses against your lips as he gently lay you down on the large bed.

‘Fuck baby you’re so perfect.’ He hovered over you as he praised, your needy hands heading for his underwear as he worshipped your body. Grasping your hands in his own, he pinned them above your head. ‘Patience baby. Gonna show you how you’re the only one for me. Gonna fill you up and make you mine ok.’ His voice now had a husky quality, and you could barely register your dismay at being patient before he was pulling the flimsy fabric from your chest. Your chest had always been sensitive, and chan loved the small gasping moans that fall from your lips whenever he pays special attention to your boobs. Focusing his mouth on one, his strong fingers played with the other, making your back arch into him. ‘So fucking perfect’ the words against your skin worked to push away any remaining jealous seeds, your only thought being chans hands, lips, body on your own.

Your hands were all over his wide back, pulling him closer to you. You hoped your desperate hands would say what you couldn’t find the words for, and it seemed to work when he pulled slightly off you to remove your underwear. The loss of his skin on yours made you whine out, but soon his hands found they’re way between your legs, and your excitement only grew. ‘So wet for me baby. All for me.’ He slowly lapped at your core, your soft moans music to his ears as he slowly dipped his fingers into your entrance. ‘Fuck daddy more please more’ you were begging under him, and every plea went straight to his dick as he continued to work you open for him.

You felt your core tighten under his ministrations and before you could warn him you felt your high come crashing over you, legs shaking around his head as he continued his efforts. ‘We’re not done yet babygirl’ he said as he smoothed over your cheek, meeting his lips with your own so you could taste your release on his tongue. Saliva connected your mouths as he pulled away. ‘My pretty little slut. Why would I need anyone else when my needy slut is already here for me Hm?’ His words went straight to your already sensitive core, and when he moved to flip you onto your stomach, your body complied easily, face falling into the pillows below. ‘So fucking needy for me’ he growled as he left light handprints across your ass. ‘Who’s gonna fill you up baby’

‘You channie’

Another slap.

‘Who’s gonna fill you up’

You hesitated, unsure how to answer when another harsh hit met your skin.

‘Answer me properly slut’

‘You daddy’ tears started to well in your eyes.

‘Who do you belong to’

‘Belong to you daddy please’ you begged.

Satisfied with your answer, he plunged his length into you, bottoming out immediately as he stretched your walls. ‘So fucking wet for me baby. So tight fuck.’ He pulled your body up to meet his, your back against his chest as he began moving, slowly dragging out of your core before slamming back in. It wasn’t the fast pace you were usually used to, but it was hard and deep and you couldn’t contain your moans as he slowly broke you down to a moaning mess, unable to remember your own name. All you could do was beg for more, harder, faster. He granted your request, increasing his pace stroke by stroke until you were shaking around him once more, walls clenching him tightly as he fills you with his release. His hips stuttered as he filled your core with his release, walls coated white as you too came down from your high. He lowered your body to the bed, flipping you over before pulling out, your whine at the sensitivity driving him crazy.

As he pulled away he noticed his release about to drip from your core. He caught the sticky substance on his fingers before sliding it back into you. Still over sensitive and worn out, you mewled at the sensation. ‘Gotta keep it all in there baby. Don’t want you to waste a single drop’ he whispered into your neck as he continued to push his cum further into you. You continued to whine before pulling his face from your neck to your face, capturing his lips with your own. He explored your mouth with his tongue, lust filled kisses slowing to a more intense deep make out session. Through your slow kisses, chan moved to your side, breaking your kiss to pull you into him.

‘I love you y/n’ he whispered into your hair. ‘No matter what’

‘I love you too channie’ you said, kissing his arm as it wrapped around your body. ‘Let’s get showered Hm?’ He asked, sitting up and pulling you with him. He stood to the side of the bed before leaning down to lift you into his arms, carrying you from the large bed to the shower, sitting you on the bathroom counter before heading to warm the shower for you. He walked you both under the water before taking his time to carefully soap you up and gently rinse you off. You stayed clinging to his shoulders as he worked, the exhaustion of the day weighing on you. It was only then that you realised how tired chan must be. With this in mind, you turned to stop the running water, reaching for a towel to wrap you both in before leaving the bathroom. With fresh pajamas, you snuggled under the covers and into chans arms where you drifted to sleep, heartbeat steady under your ears.

As you drifted off you heard him say once more ‘I love you y/n.’

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[karikarasuno]

sonder ch. ii

Pairing: Erwin Smith x Fem!Reader x Levi Ackerman

Rating: Mature

Warnings/Tags: Angst, Flashbacks/Memories, Lots of Cooking/Baking, Dinners w/ Eruri, More Worldbuiling (bear with me), Alcohol Consumption (wine tasting time)

Word Count: 9.6k

song(s) for the chapter: love me more by mitsuki, party tricks by ayanna

a/n: as i write this, I’m slowly learning that it’s just an ode to my love of accessible public transportation and walkable cities, pls enjoy:)

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It was Sunday. The weather dipped into something comfortable and beautiful. It was hard to appreciate though when you woke up alone on the right side of the bed. You were curled around a pillow and the one beneath your head was damp. For a moment, you thought it was drool and you wiped at the corner of your mouth with the back of your hand. Until the heel of your palm reached the darkened skin beneath your eye where you found a dried crust where you had been…crying. You were disoriented by the realization. Confused because you didn’t remember falling asleep with tears streaming down your face. Yet, they were there – dried and dampening your pillowcase. 

You were up and dressed within an hour. Your hair was air drying in the early afternoon sun as you stepped outside. There was a pier not too far from where you lived. Just a twenty minute train ride away. You slid earbuds in as you walked down the sidewalk. The same route you and Erwin took every morning for work. It was second nature by this point, sidestepping the hole in the asphalt and then accounting for the dip in the unleveled pavement as the train stop came into view. When you opened Spotify the song waiting for you there startled you. It was one of Onyankopon’s songs. One that he wrote and produced the second year the two of you were together. He sold it to a record company for some up and coming musician neither of you had heard of. That was until this song managed to chart in the top tens, skyrocketing him into the limelight. Which in turn got Onyankopon the career he’d been dreaming of since he was a child. 

The song began to play as you set foot on the train. Surprisingly, it was not as crowded as you would’ve expected on a weekend. But you supposed everyone was out at brunch. It was the season of mimosas after all. 

The song was two minutes and forty three seconds long. Not very long at all. It lacked some of the depth his writing has matured into since then, but the perfect song of the summer. A love song. Sweet in its melody and tender in its lyrics. He told you it was written for you. Just a few weeks after the two of you had met. 

Your stop was next, so you stood and hung on to the pole beside your seat. It seemed much busier on this side of the city. Couples, families, and groups of friends littered the streets. Traffic was much tamer but the amount of people had you knocking shoulders with the person next to you as soon as you stepped off. 

The big ferris wheel was directly in your line of vision, clear from the obstruction of skyscrapers with the sparkle of the lake right behind it. Accenting its glory with a twinkle and a shimmer. It was at least a mile away and the music in your ears was beginning to fade into white noise. You focused on taking one step at a time, placing one foot in front of the other. It was getting harder to push thoughts of him to the background. Harder to lock the feelings you so desperately wanted to forget away and move on. 

A block away from the wheel you ran into this tiny record shop. A record player displayed at the window caught your attention and those feelings you were trying to avoid slammed into your chest with a fresh memory of your first date. He’d taken you to a record shop much like the one before you. He asked you out the moment you met. It was your junior year of college and you stumbled your way into the music building late at night with a few friends. You’d been drinking, celebrating the end of finals week just before the winter break began. But you had wandered off, finding yourself in a studio in some far corner of the building– the giggles of your friends echoing off of the empty hallways. He was playing around with a chord progression on a keyboard. Going over it again and again while he muttered things you couldn’t understand under his breath. 

“It’s pretty,” you said, your voice breathy and cheeks warm from the few shots you had taken. His shoulders lifted in surprise and he whipped around to look at you. He was handsome, more than enough to have the next words you were about to say die on your tongue. You swallowed around the sweet taste of lychee soju, remembering how it tasted like juice but getting you drunker quicker than anything before. 

“You’re not supposed to be in here,” he smiled, eyes tracking from your eyes all the way down to your feet. It was a slow journey and if your mind and body weren’t so loosened by the alcohol, you would’ve squirmed under his attention.

“I know,” you responded, leaning against the doorframe. “But finals are over and we were just having a little fun. What’re you doing here so late?”

“Working.” He crossed his arms over his chest and you followed the movement. If he asked you to go home with him at that moment, you’d say yes. Without the slightest of regrets. 

“On?” You asked, sauntering towards him, feigning coyness but you were afraid he could read your intentions all over your body. 

“On something that you’ll hopefully hear on the radio one day. If it’s any good.”

“Why don’t you play it for me?” You smiled, toying with the pendant on your necklace between your thumb and forefinger. Your friends’ laughter was getting closer, their footsteps leading them down the hall towards you and this stranger. 

“I’ll tell you what.” He leaned forward, an elbow on each knee as he looked up at you. “One date and I’ll think about it.”

You swapped numbers that night, your moment interrupted by your name bouncing around the building walls as your friends searched for you. The first date was right as the spring term started. You texted all throughout the break and the flutterings of a crush were strong in your bones by the time you saw him again. And when he picked you up on that cold January evening the last place you expected to be with him was a little, old record shop. You searched through the discount bin for albums that caught your eye, each picking one and listening to them at his place while draining a bottle of cheap wine and snacking on whatever frozen appetizers he had in his freezer. 

You should’ve kept walking past the store. Should’ve lived through that memory in that instance and kept walking. Instead, the jingle of the bell overheard rang shiny through your eardrums. The smell of old paper and wood flooded your senses and the memory vibrated even fiercer through your mind. 

“How much for the record player?” You pointed to the display as you asked the employee behind the cash register. He was organizing a stack of used vinyls, their slips weathered and faded through years of neglect. 

“$250,” he called over his shoulder, not sparing you much of a glance. It didn’t really matter to you anyway because you knew as soon as you walked through that door that you would buy it. Along with an album or two from one of those bargain bins near the back shelves of the store. 

You didn’t really see much of the pier after all. The ferris wheel shrunk in the distance behind you, your arms full from the wide shape of the box and a bag swinging from two fingers. Once you got home the hours ticked by slower than you wanted, you decided you needed something else. To keep your mind off things. There was noise coming from the other side of your living room wall, muffled and far away. Levi and Erwin. You still needed to thank them for yesterday. For all the help you needed, but felt like you didn’t deserve. 

Cookies. Espresso chocolate chip. That’s how you would thank them. You dug through your pantry and fridge, pulling out ingredients and utensils. Bowls and a baking tray. The cooling rack you bought a few weeks ago too. One of the records was already playing from where you set it up on the end table beside your sofa. It was an old smooth jazz album from an artist you had never heard of. But it was nice, doing the perfect job of filling space as you added brown sugar, granulated sugar, and butter into a metal bowl. You decided against using the handheld mixer tucked away in one of your cupboards. There was energy pulsing in your veins that you needed to get out, so you grabbed a whisk instead, whipping the mixture until it became light and fluffy. A sweat coated your skin by the time you added the egg and vanilla, beating it all together and setting it aside to start on the dry ingredients in a separate bowl. 

By the time the cookies popped into the oven, the sun was lower in the sky. It washed the living room in a natural golden glow, the image surreal as you stared off into your home. The one you’ve provided for yourself, by yourself. The boxes your furniture had come in were still strewn by your door. Trash day was tomorrow, the boxes to be left there for another day.

When the cookies were ready, you allowed them to cool for a few minutes. Antsy as your foot tapped the floor and the glass storage container sat on your countertop. They weren’t fully cooled when you put them in the container. Which wasn’t your smartest move, but you couldn’t wait anymore. Not when the album finished and your home was thrust into silence again. You were out the door and at their doorstep less than a minute later. A little winded from taking the steps two at a time and ringing their doorbell. You still had the apron on, flour dusting the front of it and wearing lavender crocs. 

Erwin opened the door in the most casual outfit you’ve ever seen him in. A white t-shirt and grey sweatpants, a mug of what smelled like herbal tea in his hand. 

“Nice outfit,” he smiled, lifting the mug in your direction in greeting. 

“Back at ya,” you smiled with a steady breath. You extended the container his way and he just stared without taking it from you. “It’s a thank you gift. For yesterday.”

“Cookies?”

“Espresso chocolate chip,” you answered, shaking them in his direction to urge him to grab it from you. But he didn’t. He turned around, lifting a finger your way and saying, “hold on.”

He disappeared in his house, the door left open and you were nosy enough to let your eyes wander. To look at their living room with the worn brown leather couch and a round wooden coffee table. There was a coat rack propped against the wall right in front of you and a shoe rack right beside it. Their home looked lived in and warm, yet impeccably clean. You envied them and their cute house together with herbs growing in the kitchen windowsill and mismatched rags hanging from the oven door. It took Erwin longer than you expected for him to return and you were starting to wonder if he expected you to follow him inside. Until Levi came from around a corner. His hair was wet and dripped on the towel hooked around his shoulders and you felt bad for interrupting. Clearly because Erwin had no grievances disturbing Levi when he obviously just hopped out the shower. 

“Hey,” he said in greeting, but it came out more like a question, confusion laced in his tone and morphing his expression. 

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to come at a bad time,” you found yourself saying, immediately trying to backtrack on whatever weird friendship thing Erwin was trying to do. “I just wanted to thank you for all your help yesterday, so I baked some cookies. They’re espresso chocolate chip. I hope you like them. You won’t be wired or anything if you eat them too late, I didn’t put enough instant espresso in it for that. And I probably should’ve made sure you even liked sweets. They’re not too sweet though, I used semi-sweet chips.”

You rambled. Your cheeks were warming up under his critical stare and word vomit spewed from your mouth and you were…nervous. A strange feeling to experience because you were only trying to give your neighbors cookies. But the loneliness that crept in after they left your home yesterday was starting to drive you mad. And you were overcompensating. Fighting a battle to keep the loneliness from winning but you began to fear like you were the one fucking this up instead.

Levi took the container from your grip, popping open the lid and smelling them. Your palms broke out in a nervous sweat. And you were starting to grow irritated with yourself and your inability to keep it together. 

“They smell good,” he said, taking one out and biting into it. Since you were too impatient to allow them to fully cool, a string of melted chocolate fell over his lip. You watched his tongue lick it away and he chewed with purpose which only proved to spike your stress levels when you couldn’t decipher whether the look on his face was good or bad. 

Unlike Erwin, who you could read like a book – not because you knew him so well but because he practically wore his heart on his sleeve– Levi was this impenetrable wall. He didn’t hum in approval. His eyes didn’t light up in satisfaction. Nor did he grimace in distaste. His features remained neutral. And with only a nod he finished the cookie, closed the container lid and strolled back into his house. You were left there bewildered. No questions or words or even the upturn of his lips in one of those faux smiles he gave you yesterday. You were stumped. 

“Thanks for the cookies,” Erwin said when he joined you at the door again, looking rather pleased with himself. You were starting to think he found immeasurable amusement in watching his boyfriend interact with you. In some sick, twisted way. Like watching paper burn after you’ve thrown it in a fire pit. 

“You think this is funny, don’t you?” You narrowed your eyes and crossed your arms, but you weren’t delusional enough to think you looked intimidating. Not in your current state of dress. 

“What?” He said, smile innocent but eyes shining with something that proved otherwise. You flicked him off instead of replying because he wasn’t deserving of one. You stomped down the steps then, hearing his chuckle as you marched out of his gate and through yours. He watched your entire tantrum, and when you peeked over at him before you entered your home, he grinned.

“Good night,” he called out, only receiving a grumbled mimic of the words back at him from you. 

You brought the remaining cookies to work the next day. Moblit inhaled five of them before lunch claiming that his blood sugar was low, so you had to sneak one over to Marco and Jean before he could get his hands on anymore. 

“If you don’t like them, pretend you do,” you teased, handing one to each of them while leaning against the mobile wall of their cubicle. When Marco bit into his cookie, you watched as his eyes widened and he nodded, seeming like he enjoyed it. You smiled at him, always so fond of his earnest reactions to most things. Glad that he was your intern and not anyone else’s. 

“Never pegged you for an actor, Marco.” He rolled his eyes dramatically, finishing the cookie off in his next bite.

“Never thought you were much of a baker, but these are surprisingly good.” You shrugged, feigning modesty. The playful dig didn’t go over your head either. Your eyes slid over to Jean, who often didn’t make eye contact with you. A gesture you found both endearing and slightly confusing because you’ve seen him work with Moblit. He was passionate and had a surplus of ideas that he rambled off to Moblit in one sitting. But he was shy around almost everyone else. 

“Just keep up the good work and maybe I’ll bring you more treats.” You pushed off of the wall and walked back towards your office, passing Moblit’s on the way. He called out to you when you strolled past his open door, finding his grinning face behind two monitors mounted on the side of his desk. 

“Yes?” You stuck your head in the door, knowing that whatever he was going to say next was only going to be trouble.

“Did you give a cookie to Nile?” His grin turned into something shit-eating and you felt the breath leave your lungs in a heavy, traitorous sigh.

“No… should I have?” You pouted, primarily because Nile wasn’t your favorite person to interact with. He was always so grumbly and strung out. The editor was never in the most enjoyable mood whenever you spoke to him about work, so offering him a cookie was not very high on your to do list for the day.

“He’s harmless,” Moblit responded after seeing the look of disdain written plainly across your features. 

“He’s still a major grouch and every time I speak to him I’m sure it is going to result in his psychotic break. Does that man ever go on vacation? Or know what the word relax even means?”

Moblit chuckled, propping his chin in his hand. “He’s having a hard time with his wife. She’s been giving him some shit about not valuing family time enough.”

“How do you even know that?” Nile never talked to anyone about anything outside of their professional duties, so Moblit having this much information came as a shock to you. And he only offered a shrug in response, smiling because he enjoyed fucking with you and you were sure he was still hazing you as the newbie. 

“Big city with small town gossip,” he said, turning back to his monitor and opening an email. You scoffed and left back towards your office a few doors down. He knew you would ask him again later, probably thinking of a way to leverage the gossip so that you would do a favor for him. It was your own fault, honestly. For being so goddamn nosy. 

When you arrived home, an hour later than you usually do, Erwin was standing outside your gate with a glass dish in his hand. He was scrolling on his phone as you came up beside him, peeking around his bicep and startling him. 

“Don’t sneak up on me,” he said as you stepped around him and unlatched your gate.

“I wouldn’t have snuck up on you if you had been paying attention,” you nudged him lightly out of your way, leaving the gate open behind you since he always followed you inside. 

“Be nice or I won’t give you this chicken parm Levi made.”

You scrunched your eyebrows together when you unlocked your door. Just one surprise after another today. You set your purse on your couch as you walked further into your home, facing him with your hands on your hips as he strolled inside and placed the food on your island. 

“Is this because of the cookies?” You were curious, especially since you didn’t think Levi was the cook of the relationship. But you saw how hopeless Erwin was with even a coffeemaker after he tried to use your espresso machine one morning. Now you knew, if it wasn’t for Levi then Erwin would be surviving off of takeout and frozen dinners. 

“He doesn’t like owing people,” Erwin said, sitting at one of the stools you purchased a few weeks ago. 

“Those were supposed to be a thanks, not something that he needed to owe,” you said confused, kicking off your shoes and tossing them towards the shoe rack. “But I didn’t have any plans for dinner so tell him I appreciate it.”

You lifted the lid from the container, Italian herb seasoning hitting your nostrils first. You weren’t in much of a mood to cook for yourself recently, mainly surviving off of leftovers from lunch or Chinese food. So, this smelled heavenly, your stomach grumbled in response and you would be embarrassed by Erwin’s snicker if you weren’t starving all of a sudden. Instead of plating it, you just grabbed a fork from the drawer, forgetting a knife but using your fingers to tear off a chunk of the crispy meat. You forgot your table manners and shoved it in your mouth, tomato sauce staining your fingertips in the process. 

“You eat like such a lady,” Erwin said, making a scene of sitting up straight and linking his fingers on the countertop. You had the decency to finish chewing first before offering a response. “Fuck off, Smith.” He smirked, but you were too busy twirling the spaghetti on the fork to give him any more attention. 

“And I don’t trust you to actually tell Levi I said thank you, so give me his number,” you said after you swallowed. “I’ll just text him.”

It was a decent enough cover up for your true intentions. While you wanted to thank him for the food, you also quite liked Levi and felt like you had something to prove. The irritating people pleaser in you not doing well with the idea that Levi might not like you that much. Even though you had nothing to prove that irrational notion. Either way, you held out your phone to Erwin, already unlocked to the screen for him to put Levi’s number in. 

“I don’t know if I like that idea,” he said, slowly inputting the digits. “You’ll team up against me.”

“Oh, don’t be like that,” you said around another forkful of food, nearly salivating at the sauce and wondering if Levi made it from scratch. It tasted nothing like anything you’ve ever had from a jar. 

“I’ll be however I wanna be,” he poked his tongue out at you, saving Levi’s number and sliding your phone back in your direction. He didn’t stay for much longer after that, his seat on your stool vacant and you were starting to despise being alone with yourself. Even with the dinner still warm in its container and Levi’s contact staring up at you from your phone screen, you still noticed all of the missing weight. Moreso, now than ever. You hated eating alone. Dread circled around in your stomach which soured the food, so you closed it up and put it away. There was still time to eat it anyway, and you would end up shoveling it down before bed half-starved because you could never go to bed hungry. 

You texted Levi before bed. Erasing around five messages before you finally decided on something.

The dinner was really good. But now I owe you a meal. 

Funnily enough, the next day you spent half of your shift scrolling through recipes on your desktop, flitting between steak or chicken or fish. And then you started over and looked through vegetable dishes. You were overthinking it. But you also didn’t want to make them something they wouldn’t like. Something Levi wouldn’t like. 

The grocery store was packed. Way too many people for a random Tuesday evening. Sure there must’ve been a dinner rush, but the lines were atrocious and you only had a handful of ingredients. You decided on a stir fry. Chicken again because it was safe. Something you knew they would like given what he prepared for dinner last night. When you finally got home half an hour later, you cooked in a flurry. You threw on your apron, your work clothes still beneath it as you chopped up peppers and broccoli florets. 

The recipe was simple. And you finished it so quickly, you were disappointed at the loss of the distraction. Content with what you made, and you were swiftly finding catharsis in the ritual of cooking. The same vinyl as before drifted through your home while you plated their meal. It was delicious. A simmer of cockiness heated your cheeks because you were proud of yourself. And if neither of them liked it, fuck them. 

But you actually really hoped they fucking liked it. If not, you would probably hide away from them forever. Out of mostly shame. 

It was too late to doubt yourself now, though. With your apron still on, you walked through your door with two containers, one with the stir fry and the other with jasmine rice. Your hands were a little shaky and you were slightly annoyed by it. There should be no expectations here. It’s just friendly meals shared between neighbors. You spend almost every morning with Erwin. How could this be any different?

You were at their doorstep in seconds, shuffling your feet before you raised your hand to knock on their door. But as your knuckles were about to touch it, there was a voice behind you that caused you to flinch so violently you almost dropped the food. 

Levi was standing behind you, fingers taking out the bud in his ear as his hair stuck to his forehead and sweat dripped down his neck. He must have just gotten back from a run. His breath rose his chest heavily and there was a ghost of a smile on his face, presumably at your reaction to his presence. He didn’t say anything after saying your name, just waited for you to respond. Which never failed to twist your nerves in a weird way. 

“I said I owed you a meal,” you started, holding up the containers to emphasize your point. He looked between you, the food, and his door, staring up at you from the last step. You knew he was thinking about his words. He seemed like the type to choose his words carefully, especially since he had so few of them. 

“Are you going to eat with us?” He asked, the question thoroughly throwing you off. The very last thing you expected for him to say. 

“Uh, I didn’t pack enough for three,” you carefully responded, not even sure if you wanted to say yes or no. The idea of sitting down with the both of them, eating and chatting and not being alone. It was an overwhelming thought. It was one that you weren’t sure if you found comfort in. It felt intimate in a way that you couldn’t quite describe. 

“I’m sure we can make do,” Levi said, climbing the rest of the steps until he was directly beside you, hand on his door hand with his keys jingling in his other hand. “I still have to shower before we eat anyway.”

“I’ll go grab the rest of the food then,” you handed over the food as he stepped inside, “and I’ll be right over?” 

“Yes.” He answered your question even though you hadn’t meant to ask it. Always fumbling in some way in front of him. And you blamed it on his intimidating aura. The fact that he carried this air of weeding out the bullshit from anyone. And unfortunately, you didn’t want your baggage to come off as bullshit. Even if it felt that way sometimes. 

When you retrieved the rest of the food, you decided to change into something comfortable and maybe dressing down wouldn’t place too much weight on you to impress them. You debated outside of their house whether you should ring the doorbell or just let yourself in. But when you heard shuffling from the other side of the door you just decided to open it. They knew you were coming back. It was unlocked for a reason. But you still announced you were inside loudly and clearly. As to not walk in on something unexpected. 

“Well look who it is,” you heard Erwin say from the direction of the kitchen. He was pulling out dishes from the cabinets and laying them out on their dining table. There were cute little placemats and coasters organized on it, all black in color. “Happy to see you’ll be joining us this evening.”

“Thanks for having me,” you said with fake politeness, sending him a dumb smile as you placed additional food on the stovetop with the other containers. You found the serving utensils in a holder beside the oven, grabbing a large metal spoon and one with a forked end and walking it over to where Erwin was placing the silverware on some napkins. 

“What would you like to drink? We have water, wine, and three bottles of Corona,” he listed off, opening the fridge when he was done to make sure he detailed all of the options accurately. “Actually, we have four bottles of Corona and a lime.” 

He smiled as he announced it, proud of himself for whatever weird reason. “What an interesting assortment,” you laughed and sat at the plate setting that had you facing the hallway to the bedrooms and the kitchen. “What kind of wine do you have in there?”

He lifted the bottle and read over the label, using his thumb to wipe away some of the condensation that started to build there. “Pinot grigio.”

“I’ll have a glass of that, please.” 

“You got it,” he said, finding the wine opener and pulling out the cork with a muffled pop. He fished out two wine glasses from the cabinet and set them down by your plate setting and another before going back to the fridge to get a Corona and the lime he was so pleased to find a few minutes earlier. While he cut out a little slice, Levi came walking down the hall, hair slightly damp from his fresh shower, but smelling like something spiced and warm. 

You brought your knees to your chest, curling your arms around your shins as you observed them walking around each other. He grabbed the wine bottle from beside Erwin’s arm and walked it over to the dining table. He gestured for your glass, tilting it towards him as he poured out the white wine until it was a quarter of the way filled. 

“That’s good, thank you.” You grabbed the stem from his fingers, and tried some. It was good, light and crispy – not too dry. When Levi came back, he brought over the food that was on the stove, opening the lids and you were surprised by how hot everything still was. By the time Erwin was seated across from you, Levi had already served his own plate and waited for everyone to get started on theirs. 

“You’re not gonna serve me?” Erwin asked, hands splaying open in the air in mock shock. 

“What do I look like?” Levi scoffed, rolling his eyes and picking up his fork to stab some broccoli onto it. You chuckled, reaching for the spoon to serve yourself some rice and Erwin did the same with the stir fry. 

Much of the dinner followed in a similar fashion. Erwin instigating Levi, while you giggled around your glass as it seemed to fill back up every time it was drained. Hours blended together as your dinner was long cleaned off of all of your plates. Levi’s face flushed into a beautiful shade of red as he finished the last drops of his third glass. Between the two of you, the bottle had been polished. Erwin was nursing the last beer in the fridge with the lime between his teeth as he stifled a laugh when you said, “Levi, you look so much friendlier when you’re blushing like this.”

“I’m not blushing,” he said with his signature scowl, but without his usual bite since the three of you were well and lovely loose from the alcohol. And when you devolved into a fit of laughter when he blushed deeper, the lime that was just in Erwin’s mouth was abruptly thrown at your head. It bounced off of your eyebrow and thudded to the floor as you gasped and swatted at it a moment too late.

“Ew,” you said, breathlessly, the laughter in your voice still apparent as you glared at him. And you were surprised to find that instead of a ghost of a smile, there was a real one. It was small, but there either way. And it felt personal. Like you were finally finding your footing in this new place. Surrounded by people you could start to call your friends. Suddenly, you wanted to cry. But you shook your head to avoid it and bent over to grab the pulpy lime slice from the ground. “That was very gross of you,” you added, and rolled it in a rumpled napkin. 

Levi shrugged, “I don’t blush.”

It was almost eleven by the time you stumbled into your home. You were warm from the alcohol and sleepy from all the food. You decided you would just shower in the morning, trudging into your bedroom and falling into bed without any thought or preparation for tomorrow. Sleep found you quickly, and the alarm the next morning startled you from the deepest slumber you’ve had in weeks. 

Despite the small headache throbbing at your temple, you had uncharacteristic energy. Your mood was elevated and you felt like today would be your best day in a while. It was also the first time that you woke up and the first thing on your mind wasn’t Onyankopon. You often looked for him in your sleep, searching his side of the bed for his warm, solid body. And when you could never find it, the ache in your heart deepened and you always awoke thinking of him. 

But today was different. You met Erwin outside of your gate like every other morning, with him leaning against it like he had been there waiting for you for ages. 

“The Brewhouse for breakfast?” He asked, but he already knew your answer. It was like tradition at this point. A morning ritual the two of you shared that you had no intention of giving up. You tended to be a creature of habit, and this was one you felt like you’d never stop indulging in. 

“Why is there more pep in your step today?” Moblit said as you walked past his office to get to yours. He was standing by his little sofa searching through his briefcase for something, his sleeves already rolled up his forearms. 

“Firstly, who the hell says that anymore? Secondly, why are you here so early? And thirdly, there’s no more pep in my step today than there was yesterday.” 

“Firstly,” he started, ticking down the questions with his fingers, “I do. Secondly, I have that big meeting today with The Boss and I need to finish prepping for it. Jean is sitting in with me and I had to allocate time to talk him down any nervous ledges he finds himself on. And thirdly, there is definitely more pep in your step, and I will figure out why.”

“That’s way less important than you meeting with freaking Zachary. How am I just finding out about this?” 

“You’ve been busy trying to recruit that author. The girl writing the mystery novel?”

“Annie,” you supplied, nodding for him to continue. 

“Yeah so, we haven’t had a whole lot of catch up time. And it was a last minute thing, anyway. Zachary just figured out what Booktok was and is trying to incorporate that into our marketing. Jean has some really great ideas, but he’s been a wreck since I said he could be the one to present them,” he sighed with a laugh. 

You felt for Moblit. Zachary had a tendency to be old fashioned— laidback but slow on the uptake of new and emerging trends. There was one staff meeting where you had to walk him and Pixis through e-readers and how those took a special publishing license for 45 minutes. And you hadn’t even touched the topic of Kindle Unlimited, for your own sake and everyone sitting through that zoom call. 

“Well, explaining TikTok to him is going to be so fun. But as far as Jean goes, I wouldn’t worry about it. He psychs himself out and then it’s like this weird switch in his brain goes off when he’s talking about something important to him. I swear it’s like a different person.” 

“You noticed that too?” Moblit smiled, arms crossing over his chest. 

“Yes, it’s like one minute he won’t make eye contact with me and then the next he’s talking to me about why the Percy Jackson movie adaptations failed so miserably,” you said, remembering the moment he overheard you make some off handed comment to Marco about the spinoff series and you spent an hour at their cubicle discussing books versus movies. 

“Anyway, good luck today and let me know how it goes,” you pointed at him sternly, so he understood you were being serious about it. “We can do a late lunch together to talk about it.”

“Fine, but only because you still gotta tell me what’s got you looking like you sprinkled coke in your coffee.”

“Literally what the fuck is wrong with you, Moblit?” You whisper yelled at him, which only made him laugh in response. He shrugged noncommittally, waving you off as he continued searching through his work bag for whatever he was looking for. 

The meeting went well. Jean left the office happier than you had ever seen him and when he made eye contact with you as he entered his cubicle where you were discussing with Marco what you should do about Annie, he actually smiled at you. Bright and charming. His ears were a touch pink but he appeared as though he just had the best day of his life. 

“I’m gathering he liked your ideas,” Marco said with genuine enthusiasm in his voice. His smile began to mirror Jean’s as he sat up straighter in his chair when Jean approached. 

“He loved them,” he said with a wistful exhale. “I mean after we explained how the app worked and then I had him scroll through my fyp, which was honestly not the best idea given how niche the algorithm can be. But after that small hiccup, he gave me and Moblit the green light to move forward and honestly I can’t believe I got through it without throwing up.”

Marco reached out then and grabbed Jean’s forearm, it seemed subconscious. The gesture sweetened when he said, “so glad you didn’t throw up because that would’ve been embarrassing. But I’m happy for you. I told you you had nothing to worry about. You’re amazing.”

Jean blushed. His demeanor quickly became bashful and definitely not in the way it usually does whenever you attempt small talk with him. “Really?” He asked, smiling so hard his cheeks probably began to hurt.

“Yes,” Marco responded with finality. And you started to feel like you were intruding on something with how their eyes remained locked onto each other’s. 

“I’m happy for you, Jean,” you interrupted their moment, feeling only a little bad when Jean flinched at the sound of your voice. He had totally forgotten you were there. Which only added questions to your list to ask Marco later. 

“Th-thanks,” he rubbed the back of his neck and grinned. 

“Of course.” You excused yourself from the boys, leaving behind hushed voices that spoke over each other. The brief thought of telling Moblit what you witnessed over lunch flitted through your mind until you decided you wanted to keep this to yourself. After all, Moblit could be such a gossip.

Pesto. Made from scratch.

Enchiladas.

Chicken Adobo.

Parmesan crusted salmon stuffed with crab.

And an ill attempt at carbonara (Erwin scrambled the egg). To his defense, he was not a cook and it was two o’clock in the morning. 

With them time seemed to have no meaning. Hours were pointless. Minutes were nonexistent. And time never felt more like a construct than it did whenever you were spending an evening in their home. Or them in yours. 

As it progressed, dinners started to come with a set of rules. Rule one, always eat together. This was unspoken, but a general truth that was accepted after that first dinner in their house. Rule two, dinner must always contain one carb. Or else, Erwin would complain that he wasn’t full enough. And rule three, Levi always does the dishes. He didn’t trust anyone else to do them properly and it wasn’t like you’d complain. You usually threw them in the dishwasher, but Levi insisted they needed to be scrubbed down first. 

“So,” you started, kneading some dough on your floured countertop. Today you were attempting to make bread from scratch. Focaccia was every other video you saw recently and so you woke up with the final decision that today was finally the day. “What made you decide to go into physical therapy?”

“We haven’t talked about this already?”

“Nope.” You rolled out your wrists when your joints began to ache. They popped from the motion and you cringed a bit at the sound. “I was thinking about it this morning after Erwin and I talked about how he's teaching Urban history in the fall. Which he’s really psyched about, but then it turned into this lengthy discussion. You know how it gets,” you waved off the rest of your sentence when you noticed you were getting off topic. 

“Anyway, it made me think of you and how…” You considered your next words carefully, not wanting to accidentally offend him or come off judgmental. He wasn’t one to usually take things the wrong way, but you still didn’t want to come across rude. 

“And how what?” He was sitting across from you on the barstool at the island. He was working out something on his laptop, a legal pad beside him as he scribbled down numbers in a neat line. He was focused on the screen in front of him, and it often amazed you how effortless he made multi-tasking look. And now that you really thought about it, it was rare to see him do less than two things at once. 

“Well, if I were to guess what career you had I probably wouldn’t have chosen something so people-y?” 

“People-y?”

“Yeah. I would’ve assumed you’d do something with less human interaction. Especially not something that included so much touching,” you explained, going back to wrestling with the dough on the counter and adding a touch more flour so it stopped sticking to your palms.

“I originally got my Bachelor’s in accounting,” he said, like it would make so much more sense for him. It kind of did. If you were to type cast him, that would be it. “It paid well and I’ve always been good with numbers. So after I graduated, I got a steady job at this company and on the side I helped my mom start up her yoga studio and was persuaded into co-owning the bar with Hange.”

“I didn’t know your mom owned a yoga studio,” you said, partially surprised. Levi didn’t talk about his family much. You knew from Erwin that Levi was an only child and grew up with just his mom. With the occasional visit from his uncle sporadically through his childhood. But you didn’t have many details regarding it, so you always felt a little special when Levi brought it up. Like he was comfortable enough to open up to you. 

“Yeah, it’s up by the boardwalk where the big ferris wheel is off the lake. She’s had it for about seven years now, actually.” You could tell he was calculating the years in his head, the number seeming to surprise him. “Regardless, I worked at the company for like two years and then Erwin got into his motorcycle accident.” 

The memory made him cringe. 

“What?” You stopped kneading and wiped your hands on your apron before resting them on the counter. Your attention was undivided now. 

“I’m not surprised he didn’t tell you. He hates talking about it.” Levi put his pen down and leaned forward to place his elbows on the counter. The two of you leaning towards each other as the conversation took a serious undertone. 

“He used to have this motorcycle that he rode everywhere. Infatuated, really. But one night he was speeding home, took a sharp turn and he didn’t see the SUV coming until it was too late.”

“Oh my god,” you frowned, not able to imagine the scene without nausea rolling in your stomach. 

“He ended up breaking his arm and dislocating his shoulder. It fucked him up for months because he couldn’t wrap his head around what happened,” Levi continued, grabbing the pen again to click and unclick it. “Anyway, I fell into this hole trying to figure out ways to help him regain his mobility after it healed. I found all these stretches and exercises and I decided to go back to school for it. He calls himself my test dummy because every time I came back from class I’d try out something new. But they were working.”

“Shit, Levi,” you breathed, your chest tight with emotion. “What a way to stumble into a fucking career.”

“Right,” he released an amused chuckle through his nose. “The injury still fucks with him because he doesn’t stretch it every day like he’s supposed to.”

“And I’m sure you don’t let him forget it.”

“Why would I?” He teased, the tension breaking and you chuckled before going back to fighting with the dough. “As far as peopling goes, I like it because I can choose my own schedule for the most part. And I mostly work with old people. The occasional teenager now and again.”

“I love that,” you smiled at him. 

“What?” He went back to whatever number crunching he was doing before.

“That you love what you do. That it makes you happy.” He responded with a look of disgust at your sentimentality, which you could now translate as his way of saying thank you. 

Your phone pinged with a notification at the same time as his computer did. When you looked over you saw that it was a text from Erwin to the group chat. The one you usually used to swap recipes or share a random picture of something you thought was funny or interesting. 

My dad is hosting a work event at this winery upstate next weekend. You in?

Suffice to say, the answer was yes when you found yourself in the backseat of their Nissan Rogue fiddling with the bluetooth to connect it to your phone. 

“Do you usually drive around in silence?” You scrolled through your playlists trying to find the one that best fit the mood. Or at least something neither of them would complain about.

“Yes,” was said at the same time as Erwin said “no.”

“I usually have a podcast playing or the radio,” Erwin said with a shrug. 

“Not to be that person, but we’re going to change that.” You decided on something, hitting play and reclining into the middle seat. “I’ll make you both a playlist some time this week because you need more variety than your usual podcast and today’s top hits.”

The winery was nothing less than elegant and grand. It appeared to be a repurposed mansion that had to have been at least a century old. The greenery surrounding the building was lush and thriving, just acres of neat rows of small trees and well maintained shrubs. You were glad to have chosen the chiffon dress that stopped mid-thigh because it was light enough to not feel like the fabric was sticking to your skin in the heat. You were also happy to have gone with the wedges instead of the heels because the soil beneath the grass still seemed to be damp from a recent storm, so you weren’t sinking uncomfortably into the ground. 

The sounds of your footsteps echoed around the large foyer. A wide staircase wound upwards to a second floor, but before any of you could question where you were going you were directed towards the back by one of the employees. Stepping out into the sun again had your eyes adjusting briefly to the brightness, but once they focused the expanse of the property was breathtaking. The front, in all its beauty, had absolutely nothing on the rest of it. You had the urge to sneak into the vines and wander there for hours. Lost in the maze until the sun set and you were forced to find your way back. 

“Erwin!” You followed the voice with your head to find a man that resembled Erwin so closely there was no mistaking their relation. Erwin was a few inches taller though, and where his father’s hair was unmistakably greying, Erwin’s was still startlingly blonde. You reached out to hold on to Levi’s elbow as you made your way down the stone steps. Erwin had already bound down them eagerly, using his wide strides to make his way across the landscape like the distance was nothing but a few feet. They hugged tightly, and the scene made you smile fondly, especially when his father left a few heavy pats on Erwin’s shoulder. 

Levi wasn’t much of a hugger, so when the pair parted he just held out a hand. When Erwin’s father grinned and enclosed Levi’s smaller hand between the two of his. 

“I want you to meet someone,” Erwin interjected their greeting, coming around to press his hand between your shoulder blades and pushing you forward. He said your name enthusiastically, his dad smiling down at you and it shone in his eyes. His crow’s feet wrinkled at the corner of them and you registered how handsome he was. The image of an aging Erwin flashed through your mind and you knew that time would treat him kindly.

“Hi, Mr. Smith,” you held out your hand in greeting, mimicking Levi from earlier. “It’s a pleasure.”

But instead of extending his hand towards you, he opened his arms. And before you could think of refusing, you stepped into them and he gave you a brief squeeze before releasing you again.

“Erwin’s told me a lot about you. But I want to hear it all from the source. Why don’t we start the tour?”

He placed a small flute in between your fingertips, handing one off to Levi and Erwin as well as you huddled around the tour guide who began describing the components of the wine as you sipped them. 

Erwin’s father was just as inquisitive as Erwin, asking all the right questions without seeming intrusive or prying. And as the glasses kept changing from white to red to white again, your lips loosened and you spoke as if you were old friends instead of recently introduced acquaintances. 

“Do you have a special someone in your life?” For some reason the question caught you off guard and you choked a bit around the sip you just took. Your cheeks were incredibly warm and you were glad to have been in the coldest part of the building– the basement– where they kept the frozen grapes for their sweetest wine. 

“Uh no,” you said after you swallowed, your thumb immediately rubbing at your ring finger and swallowing again when you found it to be bare. Like you knew it would be. “Recently single, actually.”

“Oh,” he said, sounding genuinely displeased. “What happened?”

“It’s complicated.” You finished the last of your drink, the sweetness was welcome after all the dry wines, but if you weren’t already feeling it, the flavor would’ve been too much. Enough to make your lips pucker. Luckily, you were saved from further explanation when someone called him in another direction and you released a breath of relief when you found yourself alone for a moment to bury down memories you did not want to sour your mood.

“He’s always enjoyed a good interrogation,” Levi said as he slipped into the empty space beside you. You were surprised to also find him alone until you saw Erwin across the room talking to an older couple who looked rather wealthy. 

“He seems well-intentioned, though.” You put your glass down on the counter as the two of you lingered behind the crowd that was being led out of the basement and into the main area. 

“He is,” Levi sighed, “he’s just so…”

“Chatty,” you finished for him, smiling when he nodded slowly in agreement. “And you’re not the biggest fan of chatty.”

“You could say that,” he chuckled, pausing in the open area as the crowd came to a halt inside of what looked like a gift shop. “Sometimes things like this are a lot, especially when Erwin is pulled into a hundred different directions.”

“Do you ever just leave for a little? To recharge or something? It doesn’t seem like he would notice if you just snuck off.” You picked up a bottle on display, reading the label and trying to remember which one in the long line of wines you tried this one was. When you couldn’t remember, all of them seemed to taste the same after glass four or five, you put it back.

“He’ll notice,” he muttered, following your movements as you kept lifting up bottles and reading them before inevitably placing them back in their spots. “One time, before we started dating officially, we were at this stupid frat party that Hange dragged me to and at some point it just got too loud and rowdy and the worst fucking place in the world. And I was with Erwin for a while until he got pulled into a game of beer pong, which he sucks at.”

“I find that hard to believe.” Erwin was an athletic guy, so you couldn’t imagine him being bad at something that only required hand eye coordination and some aim. 

“He throws the balls too hard, and misses almost every time.”

“Okay, that I can see,” you conceded, stopping by the store’s exit and waiting for Erwin to finish charming his way around the room.

“So, I ended up sneaking off to the back porch where the lights were out so no one ever went back there after watching him lose for the second time.” You laughed, allowing him to continue. “I didn’t realize I was gone for as long as I was and when Erwin eventually found me he was shitfaced and pissed. I’d never seen him that mad before and I thought it was because he was just drunk off his ass until he admitted how worried he was. That’s when he confessed his feelings and yeah.”

“And then you fell in love,” you teased in a sing-songy voice, nudging him playfully with your shoulder and winking at him. 

“Yeah and then we fell in love,” he rolled his eyes, ears still pink from all the wine. It was endearing. 

You were handed another glass by Erwin’s dad before you left. Not able to say no when he handed it to you so insistently to try. It was good, but you were unsteady on your feet and your tastebuds were not up for the task of discussing the nutty notes in it after having had so many already. The sleepiness was beginning to hit you and you were ready to be curled up in the backseat. The ninety minute car ride was the perfect amount of time to sleep some of the alcohol off. 

Blessedly, Erwin was doing his rounds of goodbye and Levi managed to wrangle the keys from him so you two could sit in the car and wait for him. It was also nice to be off your feet after walking in heels for so long and you were happy to find a cardigan to cuddle into as you stretched your legs out on the seat and propped yourself up on the door.

“That was fun,” Erwin said as he slid into the driver’s seat, absolutely beaming. “But now I’m ready for bed.”

“Get us home first, big guy,” you replied. 

“Yeah yeah, can’t have me falling asleep at the wheel,” he joked, but it only resulted in Levi slapping his arm and going “that’s not funny.”

You giggled at them, happy to have found people like them to spend so much time with. Glad that for once something seemed to be working in your favor. Erwin pulled up to your residences quicker than you expected since you dozed off at some point. Erwin poked your cheek to wake you and you had to swat him off as you untangled yourself from the cardigan to undo your seatbelt. You waved them both good night at your door across their little garden. The sun was barely peeking above the horizon when you stumbled inside and you braced yourself against the wall as you took a few deep breaths to prepare yourself to change. When you leaned down to fuss with the strap, your fingers struggled with the little buckle and as you huffed in frustration there was a knock at your door. 

“What did I leave now–” You were expecting to see Erwin or Levi. Or even both of them, which was the least likely of the options. But if that was unlikely, this was purely impossible. Nonsensical. He was the very last person you would have ever expected to see at your door. You blinked harshly twice. As if he would disappear if you did. 

“Hi,” Onyankopon said. 

#eruri x reader #eruri fanfic #snk fanfiction #aot fanfiction

[hyobros]

My thoughts on Terry Cheon (major spoilers for Harry's route on planet vanas)

So there's a lot to unpack about her. Strap in guys gals and nonbinary pals, because I have so many Thoughts if you care to read them (pls read them and discuss with me :'3)

Since the announcement of Harry's day 101-200 update, she's been an extremely provocative figure. Harry's mysterious fiancee who we'd never heard about brought about some asinine takes out of this already impossible to tolerate community and now that I've been putting off day 200 for a few weeks I wanna talk about her (especially since I haven't seen anyone else open up a convo)

Here's what we know about Terry so far:

She's Harry's fiancee (or rather, Harry's her fiance)

She's a neurologist at her father's hospital

She has a very precise plan for her life

Harry's involvement is a non-negotiable part of that plan

Honestly, I dislike her about as much as anyone else. She's shown herself to be yet another person who only sees Harry as an object, a piece in the old money family's game of life. When Harry fractured his tailbone and got transferred to her father's hospital for no reason except she works there, it was clear. She couldn't visit him as his fiancee, no, she had to have power over him. She didn't even work in the department he needed treatment from (orthopedics, not neurology) yet she forced him to be given numerous tests for the sake of her own life plan. The genetic disease test, the monologue about how they'll have kids who will be doctors. It got to the point where he denied taking painkillers just so he wouldn't have to spend anymore time with her or let her get any closer.

Through all of this, I started to wonder.

When he's asleep ~day 179, she talks to him about their initial meeting as kids, when the marriage contract was first formed.

"When are you gonna let me start my plan? Huh?" "Remember? The family meeting we had when you were nine? You were no easy opponent. But my plan has already begun. And I'm sticking to it until the end."

She's controlling, and definitely only wants to use Harry as a pawn. But, is this the result of her own struggle with her family and lack of autonomy? Of course, I'm not digging into this to justify her actions in any way. But just like how Harry's coping mechanism was to be an asshole to everyone around him while still being a pushover, she might be trying to cope by taking any and all control over her life that she can. Just like Harry, going to an extreme for it.

There's something to be said about how her father runs the hospital (and clearly has lots of power even outside of it) and she became a specialist within it, and how part of her plan is to have her two children become doctors as well. There's something to be said about the fact that she as a child was contracted to be married off to some guy just because of their families' statuses.

She's a selfish and controlling person, most likely bearing this attitude because of her family. And as much as I hate how she's treating us and Harry, I hope we get to learn more about her, I even want a route from her (she's the only side character with a face reveal like cmaaaan make it happen let's go lesbians). There's more going on here than her just being a cartoonishly evil villain, and it would be doing her (and fem characters in general) a diservice to write her off as a crazy bitch who wants our man. I really hope she doesn't get the treatment that the side character girlies in mysmes got.

#the ssum #harry choi #Terry Cheon

[vintage-marina]

Pls i have such a good fanfic idea but i only watched the mandalorian + Obi wan Kenobi + i know somewhat the plot of the prequels so bear with me.

It's a Darth vader x reader fanfic

This story is set during revenge of the Sith and Obi wan kenobi

So what if: the reader is a grieving mother from a toddler who was killed by Darth vader himself during order 66. or the child was kidnapped from their home and killed by him or the inquisitors on their home planet bc the toddler is force sensitive.

In her grieve she promise (shes a single mother bc she is a girlboss) to her dead child that she would do whatever it takes to avenge their death (killing Darth Vader herself lol). So she becomes a rebel and during those years she discovers secrets about the Sith himself (cough his two kids). And so she waits and waits, when her group finally faces him (maybe its in a shoot out or from their battle ships) she confronts him with it carefully. And he is himself so like force choke the reader and being his emo self: i am a father?😢

She doesnt tell him that he killed her child, no she keeps this information for later when he is on his deathbed.

but shes lucky and she lives and hes like: take me to them and so their journey begins. Basically shes manipulating and girlbossing their way to his children and slowly but surely there is a respect growing (one-sided surely and the reader doesnt respect him) we can go the full angst route and building up a relationship while the reader never loved him and he does. When she finally has the chance she would wreck him and telling him about her child or we can give a somewhat happy ending where they grow closer and have a mutual understanding. He knows about her dead child and he lives with the guilt of it and knowing that he forever caused her this deep sadness that would never go away.

Anyways its both sad but this was a thought of mine. They are both so sad and emo lol

#star wars #darth vader #darth vader x reader #darth vader imagine #anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin x reader #anakin skywalker imagine #padme amidala #obi wan kenobi #padme amidala x reader #star wars fanfiction #anakin skywalker x padme amidala #anakin skywalker x you #darth vader x you #darth vader x y/n #anakin needs a hug #it will be so sad lol

[crybaby-bkg]

hi!! i have an extremely specific question kind of based (not really) around "our love is god”. kinda like if things went a bit differently… I would like your input :)

hypothetically, reader has her birthday while broken up with satoru. and its an important one! reader and he had broken up somewhat amicably and its been almost four months. satoru and reader have not interacted more than twice (a petty argument and a whole 'I miss you' mess) in the two months directly after break up that tore reader up! anyways, reader needed TIME and SPACE. not a full breakup for all of eternity. reader and satoru were friends before so they both just wanted that feeling of home back. so reader has her birthday and she has been waiting for two months to finally be ready to go back to him. and she's decided that she was going to wait for him to reach out first to gauge where they’re at. if he reaches out, he still cares, maybe even still loves her and wants to be with her. Its been two months since he reached out with a dragged out version of “I love you and miss you and will always care for you but I am okay with whatever you decide to do (even if that is to never speak to me again) and I will leave everything moving forward between us in your hands”. But if he doesn’t, reader figures that maybe he doesn’t care or love her at all, maybe he’s moved on and has a new girl, a bunch of negatives basically. So her birthday comes and she hears nothing from him and decides to fully remove any and everything of him from her life and give her all into moving on fully. 

Would OLIG Satoru leave her high and dry on her special day post break up to respect her space or would he go out of his way to tell her hbd? < Even if it’s the simplest “Happy Bday” text. How would he go about the situation and what do you personally think he should do? 

So sorry if this is an uncomfortable, weird ask. Pls feel no obligation to respond. I loved the fic and will commenting on AO3 once I get my bearings together lol. Much love to you <333

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omg please don’t apologize!!!! OLIG is one of my fav fics and this is like the first legit question I’ve gotten for it so this made my day 😭😭😭

but this was such a good question!!!!! in all honesty, I don’t think he would text reader. he used to be the one who would send the first text at midnight with a prepared paragraph he’s been writing days in advance. but you wanted space, didn’t you? didn’t want to be bombarded and overwhelmed with his love, right?

so he doesn’t say anything for most of the day, even though reader is just anticipating it lowkey since the clock struck midnight. but there are three different routes I’m stuck between:

1. he doesn’t text you. at all. doesn’t call, doesn’t DM you, nothing. he doesn’t even acknowledge it until days later when he ‘runs’ into you by coincidence, throwing in a “oh and happy birthday” halfway into small talk when you can’t escape him. it feels flippant, like he doesn’t care to remember anymore, but that hurts too much to think about.

2. he, again, doesn’t text you but he DOES ‘just so happen’ to show up at the place you’re celebrating your birthday at. eases his way into the little restaurant he’s taken you to too many times to count before. he seems to meet your eye as soon as he walks in, like he knows you’ll always take the corner booth in the back that he fingered you at. and you look shy when he comes up to you, grinning, him and suguru both singing happy birthday to you a little too loud just to embarrass you. and although he goes to his own table, your eyes never leave his the whole night. and maybe he convinces you to forgive him. just for tonight.

3. he DOES text you in the middle of the day. not too long, a pretty standard happy birthday message with one too many heart emojis. he sends you a picture of you from your last birthday, his too big hands squishing your cheeks as you grin at the camera. your heart aches, and maybe it’s a bad idea, but asking him to take you out for drinks on your birthday wouldn’t be the absolute worst idea?

you asked for one answer and I gave you three ALSJSKDJD I hope this was satisfactory though!!!! it really had my mind going (quite possibly for another part to the story 👁️)

#thank u again!!! #my mind is now rolling 👁️ #—another happy customer! 🍭 #gojo treats! 🍬 #—new treat in the streets! 🍫

[rpf-bat]

❝  i know i can’t protect you from everything,  but i wish you’d let me protect you from the things i can control.  ❞ Joel/Tommi pls 🖤

Joel should’ve known something was up, when Tommi asked him to visit Oulu.

Joel had agreed, of course. Now that the tour was over with, he had fuck-all to do at home in Helsinki, and he was bored out of his skull. So, why not visit his friend?

It’s not like I’m traveling six hundred kilometers just for a guy, he’d told himself, during the long train ride. My parents also live in Oulu. I can visit them while I’m in town, too.

But, when he’d arrived at the train station, Tommi had been standing there, holding a bouquet of flowers.

He had awkwardly shoved the flowers into Joel’s hands. He hadn’t explained what they were for. He’d just grunted, “get in the car.”

….And so now Joel was in Tommi’s car.

“This isn’t the road to your place,” Joel noticed. He and Tommi had been friends since high school, so of course he knew the route extremely well.

“We’re not going to my place yet,” Tommi said vaguely, not taking his eyes off the road.

“Uh….where are we going, then?” Joel asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Dinner,” Tommi grunted.

“Oh…at the pub near our old practice studio?” Joel guessed.

“Nope,” Tommi shook his head, still refusing to look at Joel. “Istanbul.”

“That Turkish restaurant?” Joel blinked. “Dude, a steak there is like 45 euros. Why the fuck would we eat there?”

“We sold a lot of merch while we were on tour,” Tommi shrugged. “And I’ve been doing extra work at the hospital. We can afford it.”

“You’re acting like it’s a special occasion,” Joel said suspiciously. He sniffed the air, suddenly aware of a strange scent. “Tommi, are you wearing cologne?”

“….Maybe,” Tommi confessed. “Does it smell bad?”

“No,” Joel shook his head. “You smell…amazing, actually.”

Tommi smiled, for the first time since Joel had arrived.

People who didn’t know the drummer as well as Joel did, often called him grumpy. But when he did smile…oh, god. It lit up a room.

“Tommi,” Joel said softly, realization making his heart ache. “Why am I actually here?”

Tommi was quiet for a moment, as he parked the car outside the restaurant.

“I wanted to tell you after we got inside,” the bear-like man sighed. “I wanted to tell you after a nice dinner. But, you know me too well, Joel. My feelings might not have been obvious to most people. But lately….I’m sure it’s been obvious to you. I brought you here, because I wanted to tell you how I feel. The truth is, I lo….”

“Don’t say it,” Joel interrupted, putting a finger to Tommi’s lips. “Please don’t say it.”

Goddamnit. Tommi’s lips felt so soft, against his fingertip. He couldn’t help but imagine, how they would feel against his mouth.

Tommi’s eyes narrowed. He grabbed Joel’s wrist, and pushed his hand away from his face.

“Why aren’t you letting me talk?” he asked, looking hurt.

“You’re right,” Joel confessed. “I saw how you were looking at me, during this last tour. It’s not the way the rest of the guys look at me.”

“So, you already know how I feel?” Tommi realized, eyes wide. “Then, why won’t you let me say it out loud? I wanted to set a romantic scene. Make the perfect confession of…”

“Tommi, stop,” Joel interrupted again. “You don’t want to do this.”

“What do you mean, I don’t want to do it?” Tommi growled. “Joel…I’ve been wanting to say this to you, since I was sixteen years old.”

Joel’s jaw dropped. “You’ve…felt this way about me, for that long?”

“Of course I have,” Tommi said, sounding choked up. “Joel, I’ve always l…”

“Don’t you dare say it,” Joel stopped him again.

“Why? Because you don’t want to have to tell me to my face, that you’ll never feel the same way about me?”

“Tommi, no!” Joel cried. It was taking everything in his power, not to give into the impulse, to pull the larger man into his arms. “That’s not it at all.”

“Then, what is it?!” Tommi cried. “Why won’t you let me say the words, when you already know the truth?”

“Because you’ll regret it,” Joel said, his voice thick with tears. “Tommi, if I let you be with me, I would ruin your life. I’m a mess. I’m anxious and depressed all the time. I can never focus on anything important, because of my ADHD. I self medicate with alcohol and weed even though I know that’s not healthy for me. And…”

“And you think I don’t know all of those things already?” Tommi asked him, looking him in the eye. “Joel, we’ve been friends for a decade. You think your problems are news to me?”

“Then….why do you still want me?” Joel sobbed. “There’s no reason why you should. Can’t you see I’m trying to protect you?”

“Protect me?” Tommi repeated, incredulous. “From what?”

“From the unhappy life I know you would have, if I let you be mine!” Joel cried. “I know I can’t protect you from everything,  but I wish you’d let me protect you from the things I can control.”

“You can’t control how I feel,” Tommi insisted. “Joel, I love you. Even if you think you don’t deserve it.”

He pulled Joel into the tightest bear hug he could muster, and even when Joel tried to squirm away, he held him fast. Tommi’s shirt quickly became wet with Joel’s tears.

Joel’s voice was so muffled by the fabric, that Tommi almost missed those critical four words: “I love you too.”

#joel hokka x tommi lalli #blind channel rpf

[juhneenteagues]

I’m currently watching Wednesday and I’m not finished with the season but I have a couple thoughts:

SPOILERS FOR NETFLIX’s WEDNESDAY!!!!!!

1) I love Enid that’s my sista

2) I love Bianca. From ep1 I was like YES a DS Black girl who’s the HBIC !!!

2.a) I immediately wanted an enemies to lovers ship with Wednesday and Bianca while watching ep1 lol I doubt the show will ever go that route but a girl can dream

3) I love how Enid and Wednesday have a “we’re opposites but we will do anything for each other” type friendship… similar to Galinda and Elphaba in a way lol

4) so far from what I’ve seen in the show, Wednesday is either aro or at least queer (even outside my want of an enemies to lovers arc) therefore I find the triangle between Wednesday Tyler and Xavier very boring

4.a) another reason I don’t care for the triangle is one, Wednesday, to me, has not shown or expressed any romantic interest in either guy since she got to Nevermore but because both boys immediately took a liking to her, they both projected their feelings onto her and then got upset when it came to the Rave’N dance; and two, the classic teen romance drama kinda takes away from why we like Wednesday so much as a character. She is diff from everyone else and I feel like I’m fine with her going to a high school and not having a bf, gf, or any romantic partner

5) I don’t think Gomez actually killed that Garrett kid… either Morticia did and he’s covering for her bc he loves her or possibly he died some other way? Anyway considering where I left off in the show before making this post is Gomez going to jail and Wednesday bearing his story and her not believing it… I’ll guess I’ll find out soon

6) not crazy about these portrayals of Gomez and Morticia… the energy just isn’t there for me. I know a lot of ppl dislike the casting of Gomez (Luis Guzman), I assume mostly bc he’s unattractive by societal standard (aka he’s fat)… which I initially didn’t care about bc who cares if Gomez is fat, as long as his personality is the same then it’s fine… but idk…. his Gomez is different but not in a refreshing way.

6.a) I do like CZJ’s Morticia more than I like LG’s Gomez but still idk… maybe I’m being too harsh of a critic but it’s not quite all the way there for me for some reason….

7) Since episode one I haven’t trusted the principal and I half don’t trust Miss Thornhill so I’m curious to see how their characters play out by the end of the season

8) Eugene, just like Enid is very precious to me! I felt bad he got got by the monster and I’m shocked but happy they didn’t kill him off… I was upset that he (very predictably) still went into the woods the night of the dance even tho Wednesday told him not to

8.a) I love the fact that he has lesbian moms!

9) idk if I have other thoughts if I do I guess I’ll reblog and add more later

10) I wanted this to be an even number lmaooo

10.a) I am 25 and I barely saw The Addams Family 1 & 2 this year 😭😭😭 I have no reason as to why I had never seen it before last month (or maybe it was September) but I LOVED those movies and them kooky ass Addams 😂 which is why I feel like I’m disappointed in the characterization of Gomez and Morticia. That’s all

If you actually read all this pls feel free to reply ur thoughts as well and let’s talk about it. (Reminder I haven’t finished the show, I’m on ep5)

11) I just remembered… Tim Burton you ain’t seeing heaven for multiple reasons but WHY is the Black mayor also the owner of a theme park or whatever that is PILGRIM themed???? The disconnect????????

#wednesday #netflix wednesday #wednesday spoilers #wednesday netflix #jenna ortega #luis guzmán #catherine zeta jones #wednesday addams #gomez addams #morticia addams #marilyn thornhill #larissa weems #enid sinclair #bianca barclay

[tokillamockingbird427]

*slams hand on table* BEST VERSIONS OF LOGAN RIGHT NOW PLS

Gonna count the top three, counting down.

Three - Split Au The Au where the whole boy band breaks up. Logan in this one is very indecisive, but does eventually decide to help his old teammates kill Rorke. What makes him neat is his strategic ability. Because mosts of the Ghosts have left the military, and because Logan is on the run from the Federation, none of them have access to the resources they used to. Despite that, Logan doesn't really struggle. He makes good use of what he has, comes up with connections to better resources, and when the time comes: He whoops ass. Also he drive real good and Keegan is terrified.

Two - Vivax The immortal AU I'm currently posting. (Fun fact, I have another one. Lmao.) Now before the whole memory loss thing, this motherfucker was a menace. Hesh was not kidding when he said Deimos "Slaid men by the hundreds." because he did. Besides being a good fighter, he's also an excellent strategist. Hesh was the one who liked going at things head-on, Logan preferred the sneaker route. Always knows more than he lets on.

One - Repentance Mama bear Logan is just my favorite, okay?! Homie comes to bat for his baby and you bet your ass he will continue to do so until he is rendered physically incapable of doing so. Aka, when he dies. BAMF. Bad Ass Mother Fucker. Emphasis on the Mother part. He's required to do quite the complex balancing act in order to keep himself and Uriel safe. I gotta stop myself before I start spouting spoilers, but trust me, it's all gonna come to light eventually.

#call of duty #call of duty ghosts #logan walker #BAMF Logan Ily

[atopearth]

Diabolik Lovers: Haunted Dark Bridal Part 1 - Sakamaki Ayato Route

Just to start off, I watched a bit of the Diabolik Lovers anime and kinda liked it but also felt it was a bit weird, so I thought I would try out the game instead! I really love the art, so I just had to try the story again, especially since all the guys are hot haha. Btw, since the game is in Japanese, I have been reading it with a translation on the side haha. I try to read it with my own skills but some things are just too hard haha. Anyway, man, this feels like a horror game for the poor girl lmao. Not only does Yui get abandoned by her father for "her sake" but she's told to go to a haunted house to see some relatives that will take care of her?? I wonder if the dad is on this, like why couldn't he take her along and why is she being sent to these suspicious vampire men? OMG, I was like is Ayato's VA who I think it is, and of course it is Midorikawa Hikaru!! I love him already. Lmao I was wondering what "chichinashi" was when Ayato referred to her as that but it actually means titless🤣 He's such an ass to keep repeating that she has no breasts lol. Laito just licked Yui?? Omggg lol. Anyway, I forgot about Laito always referring to her as bitch-chan, so now I'm annoyed with him but also dead at how silly it sounds😂 Omg Kanato's appearance is legit terrifying. His eyes look so soulless, I am scared.

AHHH, I heard about the binaural audio or dummy head microphone thing about this game so I've been trying it out with earphones and I felt so violated with the licking noises LOL. Kanato is so creepy, he makes me so scared lmao😂 The way he talked to his teddy bear? Legit horrifying🥲 Ummm, did Reiji just say it's okay to cook Yui? Plz. I mean, Reiji is hot and if he says he'll whip Yui for not explaining why she's here... I'm in for it😂 I'm sorry, I'm trash too😂 Anyway, Yui has some spunk even though she's even more terrified after discovering that they're vampires. I felt so bad for her when she tried to run away but got caught and then had her mobile phone broken by Subaru. I think the saddest thing is that her dad really meant to leave her here (according to Shuu). So...we have to pick who she'll give her blood to and that's the route we'll end up on? Well, Ayato it is! I am terrified of Kanato saying he'll cut Yui up if we don't pick him, and I don't know what we'll regret about not choosing Laito but from my perspective, Ayato seems the most normal. I hope he is anyway... Well, glad to see Shuu tell them that they're not allowed to kill Yui because of whoever in the church that is related to this?🥲 Lol at Ayato teasing Yui for being scared of the lights going out and thinking a ghost would come out. He refers to himself as Ayato-sama to her hahaha, I guess he does just view her as food.. On one hand, I feel very sorry for Yui because Ayato biting her must hurt, but on the other hand, I cannot resist Midorikawa Hikaru's voice so yes pls. Ooh I didn't realise that they're not proper routes but more like short events or scenarios? Interesting. I legit can't. The binaural audio with earphones really feels like Ayato is speaking straight into my head LOL, it's so good and so disturbing at the same time hahaha. Lmao when Yui was worried about Ayato getting poisoned as well when she thought a poisonous bat scratched her and Ayato sucked her blood. On the other hand, the sucking noises with binaural audio is a whole new experience, I recommend everyone to listen to it at least once in their lives🤣

Well, I thought Ayato was just going to play a nice prank where he scares Yui with a wax doll but omg when he tried to drip wax on her body so she can become a wax doll too, like dude hold up please. LMAO when Ayato stole Yui's notebook to try and force her to go home so he can drink her blood, and she distracts him by saying there's a big breasts beauty in the hallway, and he even believes it enough that Yui gets her notebook back🤣🤣🤣 At least he's got the decency to take her back after sucking so much blood from her, but I'm seriously lowering my standards for Ayato aren't I?🤣 Ayato licking the wound on Yui's knee so that none of her blood gets wasted was nicee, lmao when he tried to move her skirt out of the way and lick her thighs because he was "bored" of her knee🤣 Omg, what did he use on Yui to make her burn up and feel light headed! Anyway, I guess I should be throwing all my morals out for this game because dang, when he kissed her cheeks and asked if it felt good, I swooned🤣 OMG BINAURAL AUDIO IS SO DANGEROUS. Ayato whispering in my ear saying he can't hold back is not what I was expecting, omg, my heart. Nice to know how interested he is in Yui now though haha. The kisses omgggg!! I mean yeah, this game is very iffy when it comes to consent and toxic men but I find it very refreshing hahaha. I mean, I can't resist Ayato saying he'll take all of Yui's first times and I love how unrelenting he was when it came to teasing her with kisses lol. Well, I was going to say Ayato's mother (Cordelia) looks hot, which she does but dang does she seem kinda crazy. But then again, who isn’t crazy in this game?

Lmao when Yui said should she act like she dislikes him drinking her blood if that's what makes him happy🤣 Yui really is too sweet and naive lol. The moment Ayato took the dog collar off the dog, I knew he was going to put it on Yui and tell her to be his dog lmao. I lovee the kitchen scene!! It was so cute how he kept kissing her and kept wanting her attention when she was cooking lmao. One of the rare times he's actually cute and honest, and omgg Ayato's favourite food is takoyaki! I approve. Loll when he bit another girl just because he wanted to see Yui's reaction. Honestly, even though we know this relationship is toxic, I admit that the thought of Ayato going to another girl for blood made me sad too. OMG IT'S THE THING OF NIGHTMARES! Legit wanted to freak out with that sideways pose Kanato makes, it's so creepy omg. Okay, it's nuts but I love it. Binaural audio of Midorikawa Hikaru saying "you belong to me/you're mine" is just the besttt👌👌👌 My heart omg. Ohhh dangg, they actually did it omggg?! Lmao when he was holding himself back from drinking her blood because she's weak right now so he poured honey on her instead and started licking her lmao. Ayato was so mean when he handcuffed her and left her in a dark underground sewer all by herself for a while! She would be relieved and happy to see anyone after that! WOW, what a jerk LMAO, I legit laughed (I’m sorry) when Ayato pushed Yui into the lake because she was focused on looking for shooting stars and wasn't giving him enough attention, what a guy man. Honestly, it's pretty hilarious how jealous Ayato can get, I do feel bad for Yui but it is cute in its own way. Does Yui have Cordelia's heart or something? Is that why Ayato thinks their blood tastes the same? Just when you think Ayato is nice, he gets a bit more nuts and starts using a knife to slowly cut her for blood because biting her apparently isn't as exciting anymore lolll.

Well, the first ending is rather tame. How interesting that Richter was the one who put Cordelia's heart into Yui. Whether he did that because he wanted Cordelia to live on somehow or because he wanted to spite Ayato's father, the vampire king or whatever, who knows I guess. Does Richter have a route though? I like him, well his face😅 Dang, that after story with Yui wanting Ayato to bite her everywhere and even wanting him to bite her ring finger so that his mark will always be there. Lmao that they were doing that in the lounge ignoring everyone around them haha! Lolll when she asked Laito for recommendations for presents to give to a guy and he's like their girlfriend's underwear, this wild man🤣 On the other hand, it's nice to see how concerned and worried Ayato is running around looking for Yui. Honestly, I'm sure Yui could just say she went shopping and he wouldn't even realise it's for his birthday lol, but I guess drama is drama. I can't even blame Ayato for getting annoyed considering his personality alongside Laito just constantly causing trouble lol. I wanted to tear up when Yui bit her own finger not wanting the mark of her being his to fade. OMG, Ayato actually apologised to Yui and kissed her finger for misunderstanding her when she was just trying her best to give him a surprise birthday present. That's so cute, really didn't expect the apology haha! It is illegal for Ayato to blush!! He's so cute when he blushes!! So adorable to see how he happy he was to receive the Ruby earring from Yui. Oh, and a man that's willing to eat a smashed up cake that fell on the floor for you is a 10/10! He may be toxic but he's such a sweet guy when it counts! Well transferring cake mouth-to-mouth certainly sounds hot! I approve. The cake probably won't really taste that good though haha. Okay, the sadistic ending was very not nice lol! He killed all the vampires and Yui has basically become his doll, yeah... I guess the other one isn't any better hahah. It broke my heart to see the guys try and take advantage of Yui and suck her blood when Ayato was gone, I felt so bad for her. I felt so relieved for her when Ayato came back, and I honestly loved how angry he was at the guys and how protective he was over her. Considering how he can be, him disinfecting her body with his kisses and then hugging her when she was scared was sweet.

Overall, Ayato was better than I thought he would be! Yeah, he was crazy possessive at times (most of the time) and he doesn't listen to Yui when she says she's anemic and needs rest, but he's also very gentle when he wants to be. I loved it when he hugged her to reassure her that he's the one with her in the heaven scenario and when he apologised to her after misunderstanding her on his birthday?? Such improvement, I wanted to cry. But yeah, then there's times he'll push her into the lake because she's not giving him the attention he wants lmao. It's such a rollercoaster, I love it. It's even better that he's voiced by Midorikawa Hikaru because that instantly makes Ayato 1000x better hahaha, I just love how sensually he talks into your ear with the binaural audio haha! Anyway, Ayato was cuter than expected, and I guess you'll like him if you like men who are possessive and a bit childish in that aspect of you needing to give him all your attention all the time lol. I’m definitely all in on this ride of Diabolik Lovers. It’s so rare to find men so unapologetically toxic LOL. Every now and then I just need this toxicity injected into my veins HAHA.

#diabolik lovers #diabolik lovers haunted dark bridal

[saitolover]

✨ cat plays … hatoful boyfriend! ✨

okay so i went and followed my random urge to play hatoful boyfriend just bc i wanted to.. so here i am writing down my thoughts on it all bc it’s a bit late & i doubt i’ll be able to finish it after finding out how long the bbl route takes 🫢

anyways yes! i binged played for at least 4 and a half hours now and finished everyone’s route & all, am currently in the bbl route and finished the 4th class - after finding out there were 8 classes total (thanks google) i decided to sleep lmao. so onto my short thoughts on each route ig (pls bear in mind that ive been playing the game for hours straight & have been binge-speed reading it like crazy)

📌 kawara ryouta

the very first route i did (followed a guide & pretty much did them numerically). we love this “childhood” friend who also was rlly sweet lmao, getting the ending where he talked abt his mom was actually very sad :,( lowkey funny how mc and him casually talk abt dating as human/bird but also sad bc ryouta was worried about being the one who died first and leaving her alone oml. overall a sweet bird (but now im sus of him in bbl route)

📌 sakuya le bel shirogane

so he was the normal “noble” and “high and mighty, i am too high class for you all” type of BIRD lmao, but it was refreshing to see him turn out to want to seek out his own future in music after his family/father rejected him from originally doing it all. also got lowkey mad at this route bc i had to do both the normal and true endings to continue on to get the bbl route lmao

📌 fujishiro nageki

first route where i got genuinely shocked about learning that nageki was actually a ghost like ??? hello ??? it all made sense too & now it’s great to hear how he’s becoming a main part of the plot in bbl route especially with him actually dying from a fire in the basement of an old hall instead of his original story like??? either i was reading too fast or there’s something else that nageki is forgetting… 🤨 ALSO he literally never got to tell mc the secret at the end of his route. WHAT IS THE SECRET (shaking him)

📌 sakazaki yuuya

originally thought his route would branch off sakuya’s or smth but it never did. also a route that began to get kinda weird and i was like. okay we got the dove and hawk party… getting closer to the true plot here hm. anyways i became very invested in yuuya’s investigations and whenever he would try to see what shuu was up to. especially the way they were literally after him multiple times throughout the plot - with they being the hawk party??? damn okay i cannot remember well anymore but i do remember he had to hide from spies and stuff 💀 oml i cant believe they tried to just kill/shoot him multiple times like… anyways. lots of interesting stuff going on in this bird’s route and a lot of the times im like. :0 just shocked.

📌 okosan

now we get on to a more silly route (unless being a great pudding god / being ??? will become a big plot twist or something in bbl route). still remember smashing the beans on the ground with san. idk what else to say about this route except that it was a more lighthearted break after what happened in yuuya’s route lmao

📌 nanaki kazuaki

idk why but i expected kazuaki to be more involved with what was going on with the dove & hawk parties, especially with the cryptic things he’s being saying to shuu throughout his route like??? don’t tell me the love one you lost is involved with what’s going on with the school rn or with the two parties or with the humans…. anyways. pretty chill route save for the fact that shuu locks mc into a storage room 💀 can’t remember much else though

📌 iwamine shuu

woooow. wow wow wow. did not expect a route to go like that. and have an ending like that. lowkey got scared when all the choices were “yes” when shuu asked if mc loved him. also cant believe mc just got murdered like that after shuu casually admitted to killing a bunch of students/birds. also let’s not forget the fact that he sent mc yuuya cooked up so she could eat him i… there is So Much to unpack from this route and honestly am still in shock/disbelief over everything that happened in it bc like… what???? in the world.

📌 higure anghel

no cap i was INSANELY confused for like 90% of this route and honestly it was the funniest and dumbest route that ive played so far 😭 why did that all happen. why does anghel speak like that. love that he’s apparently a filipino bird #pinoypride. but pls the way there was even the boss fight at the end. ICANT this route was perfect

📌 koshiba azami

we love the girlboss… birdboss? of these couple of endings. dunno what else to say except azami is an icon for this entire game and yes i make the rules here

📌 bbl route

okay. there is a lot to unpack and a lot of thoughts and some prediction i have to make about this route so far. once i finish writing everything i remember/want to note, ill probably move to update this post after i complete each following class. okay let’s get started

first off. i was so scared when i found out that mc died ,,, bc the story was being pretty normal and all save for the occasional text boxes between some days. also bc im playing at like 2 in the morning and it’s pitch black around me & dead silent. anyways.

it was nice to see the story in ryouta’s pov, interestingly we’ll be learning more about his relationship with mc and how they grew up together? (hopefully???) as the story goes on… now i forget there are birds on my screen as i get rlly into the story now lmao.

i REALLY wonder what is the thing that ryouta is forgetting?? that both shuu AND nageki have been bringing up like… also why does shuu have to be like that and say “yeah just go along, don’t use your brain, you’ll find it all out eventually” cmon bro. also sus bc why did ryouta lie about going straight home the evening mc was killed… why is your memory getting spotty. don’t tell me you’re gonna end up killing other birds and that you did something to mc in the first place without realizing (kinda doubt this theory tho imo)

i found it super interesting to hear more about the world hatoful boyfriend takes place in, actually. like, learning more about the parties & the pandemic & the role that humans and birds both take in this world was interesting to read, especially with what was going on with the school & how school rep mc’s death would be completed blamed onto the school, known for being more accepting of co-living… makes me wonder if it’s been planned from the very beginning?? since birth or something?? for mc to go to this school and die in this school?? what does the fire in the basement have to do with this?? why did the stairs to it get sealed off?? lots of questions that i cant wait to hear answered…

hatoful boyfriend & the way it’s actually “hurtful” boyfriend, not “heartful” boyfriend was wild 💀 especially with the way the text box’s little “hatoful boyfriend” text changed to “hurtful boyfriend” instead - yeah i got kinda spooked again. idk wonder if there’s gonna be a fourth wall breaking or smth in this,,, trying to think how the phrase “hurtful boyfriend” ties into all this, and also about all the hatoful documents and stuff all around the school…

where tf did that scarecrow thing even come from. also literally cant believe the principal has been dead and someone created/edited that video like a year ago. why is shuu and yuuya lying and being sus - does this have to do with their parties?? also cant believe how humans are pretty much preparing to kill all the birds in the school like ??? that hatch too oml

okay i think that’s all i have to say for now…? it’s 3 am and i have to wake up soon… so ill hopefully be updating this more again next time

...

and next time has arrived. ill be dumping what i had written throughout the rest of my playthrough. :,)

IM.... the screentime of yuuya and sakuya made me so happy bc ive always wondered if their short story lines/routes would talk more about their familial relationship but it rarely really touched on it... and now i am literally so heartbroken right now. WHY. (head in hands) i dont know what else to say about yuuya's final moments and the real story behind these two brothers ,,, except for the fact that i am actually going to cry wtf yuuya's death NOT DESERVED pls now i feel so bad for doubting him earlier TT

why is the doctor so. you know. ??? dunno have to even describe it??? how is he involved with everything. why did he say that hes the one who got anghel to go to this school(?). it feels too obvious for him to be the mastermind or anything yknow but TT idk the way hes just involved in everything makes me want to shake him. how are you involved with ALL OF THIS. why and how are you controlling the scarecrow thing??? does this scarecrow thing have to do with previous/dead students??? what if nageki's ghost is involved with this??? i feel like this scarecrow has smth more to do with this...

also some other little things: i love seeing ryouta and sakuya acting as a duo. who was the third bird?? involved?? im trying to think... it's got to be someone that both yuuya and shuu would be fine with working with and making a deal with... unless they were threatened??? but idk i feel like shuu is not the kind of bird to get threatened TT still tryna think... i feel like its got to be one of the main birds/routes???

and those are my thoughts for the 5th class (that i remembered - typed this up as soon as i finished it!)

wow so the 6th class went by so fast - unless i was just reading it super quickly... ive probably said this a million times now but I AM IN SO MUCH SHOCK??? my eyes were wide open when i was reading all that nageki remembered... and his past and the experiments that they did on him. PLEASE HELP this lil bird who's been through too much ;;;;;; does this mean that all the main birds??? well, i feel like all the main student birds - were somehow being experimented on or developed to become a weapon to humans?? is this the reason why the doctor had nageki's files in his desk? was sakuya's files also in it bc he knew of his past or bc he was also planning to do an experiment on him? has ryouta been experimented on bc of the multiple & several amount of times hes had to go to the infirmiary due to his weak stomach?? okay but wait... what if his weak stomach was a result of the experiments shuu has done on him or smth... i am so Scared. and Shocked. so many questions that are about to get answered very soon. what does the fire have to do with this???

okay, i HAVE to read the 7th class now.

OH NO. oops - sorry if ive been messing up the dove and hawk parties' ideologies i cant remember which one was actually FOR coexisting with humans and who are not,,,

NOOOOOOOOO. NOOOOOO. NO. why do all of these birds have all of these backstories. I KNEW THE DOCTOR HAD MORE TO HIM BUT PLS. i didnt think he would be ryouta's father's biggest admirer from the background like. we see you slowly warming up to him. i see that you never got to tell him your feelings. HEY WHAT DOES THAT MEAN. anyways. the way he wanted shuu to grant a wish of ryouta which is what lead him all the way here. i am Mad and Sad. smad??? uh. YOU DID ALL OF THIS,,,,, i, do not know what to say anymore.

mc's brain being in the little scarecrow. wow. i had a feeling there would be more to the scarecrow but didnt expect to hear about another experiment going on, esp with how it involved human brains TT

also pls not @ shuu gaslighting ryouta ,,, IT ISNT YOUR FAULT ,,, you were literally drugged for the past year and then had to watch your childhood friend just. die. bc you were being experimented on all along. I KNEW THE WEAK STOMACH THING WOULD HAVE SOMETHING TO DO WITH THIS. but not in such a heartbreaking way.

UGH there is so much thats been happening and now my memory is like a goldfish and i just really want to read the 8th class now. but it has been such a Wild Roller Coaster these last few classes

  uhhm. okay i just finsihed the game and. the first thing i want to say that everything that happened has Blown me away. like. everything from this entire route. Everything. i think ill need some time tonight to just lay down and let everything marinate & i'll write a proper conclusion about the game afterwards.   for now: my thoughts on the 8th chapter and the "epilogue" of the game. so thats why kazuaki had the scribbled out photo... the way hes been haunted by his shadow of guilt - which i like to see it... TT i wonder, if everytime he fell asleep, he would think back to the days he had with nageki, or to think about blaming himself for everything?? agh

the way that mc's parents attempting to be mediators at the hatoful house and how it tied to shuu approaching mc and ryouta... how it had involved both kazuaki and nageki. wow. ALSO its so cool how i now reread over the archive files from the main menu and i pretty much can accurately tell what each file is referring to, or who is the one who wrote each file.

i am still in shock. who wouldve known a bird dating sim would this to all happen.

also, same at sakuya wasting his mourning on yuuya - i was literally mourning too like TT why did you have to fake die like that man. AND THE FACT THAT RYOUTA WANTED TO SEE HIS MOM but he couldnt bc he didnt want to bring any death to the humans... who knows how long hes been waiting for everyone with mc's brain and nageki. what if he doesnt wake up. im literally so heartbroken bc in his route, his mother passed after being so sick in the hospital, and now im worried bc what if he never gets to see her again. he literally worked so hard to support her all the time and loved her sm ,,,,,

theres def a lot of things that are slipping from my mind as im writing this (im sorry). its like my brain stopped working and now im so sad about everything thats happened.

was the spirit that nageki talking to in the library before mc??? was she also participating in the little boss fight against brainwashed ryouta??? ugh i need to know more. what if i just replayed the entire game to see all the little things referring back to the truth behind the school and the past of the main birds. haha just kidding... unless??? i want to play the sequel now too... well. for now, time to be sad. i now love this entire game and all of these birds to pieces. (also ive decided. im going to replay the entire game because i can and because i need to)

i word vommit whatever i want and unconsciously create the most random hcs / questions sorry if i say the most random shit or smth in this 😭 also sorry not sorry i like my little hcs and i hope maybe theyre neat too

#catplays.txt #catplays.txt + hatoful boyfriend #hatoful boyfriend

[whityoungfan]

Ok bro Cross had the most heartbreaking one like Omg, I'll be basically giving you his entire dialogue, only like 2 or three "..." And one word shit is cut out of this.

"If you have something to say, spit it out."

"You're staring. Care to elaborate on why?"

"That's a lie."

"A guy like me?"

"Move on. I hear that all the time."

"I can't say I disagree with you. I hope you're not getting any ideas about this."

"Are you referring to my type of woman? No I don't."

— 'I bet you have all sorts of girls interested in you. You're loaded with cash right?' route

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"That having money means I can have whoever I please?"

"Everyone's the same. Money's all you think about"

"Would you like me to pay for future expenses? Maybe then we could be best friends."

(He leaves because of this)

— 'Sorry, I didn't mean to pry.' route

"It's a waste of time."

"What's the point in being with someone who will only bring you down?"

"Do you think someone such as I would have the luxury of such nonsense?"

"I don't have the time to drop everything for a partner. Besides, even if I did... / All people seem to want from me is.."

He then gets asked about friends and family and if he has time for them

"It doesn't matter how much time you give someone, they won't care if they have other priorities"

"You can give and give, but eventually, the disappointment becomes too much to bear."

— 'No you're wrong' route

"You know nothing of me, my family, or my upbringing / What I do with my life is none of your concern" (He leaves because of this)

— 'I have another question' route. Enigma asks him what he loves other than work

"Hmhmhm... It's obvious..." (Yes Cross is chuckling)

"It's... / Dogs!"

"What is not to love? Not only are they loyal creatures... / You can also give them as much love and attention, and they'll return it twofold! / Wealth... Background... Nothing else matters to them but you. / Truly, the most biggest companionship one can obtain is from these four-legged creatures."

"Of course! / A German Shepherd, Poppy, and a Husky, Meeka. Both fine ladies. / I'm beginning to kiss them quite a bit... I hope someone is taking good care of them."

"I never said I was my number one, did I?"

"What they say about dogs being a man's best friend is true..."

"Poppo and Meeks... / They've been keeping me company since their first day with me. / There's not a thing I wouldn't do for them. / Because I know they won't leave. They'll always be loyal to one master, and that is me. / No human can ever replicate the bond of trust between man and dog. / With them by your side, you'll never feel the pain of someone leaving you behind."

"Exactly my point. I'm glad we see eye to eye on something / Perhaps you're not as foolish as I thought. However..."

*I listened and sighed as he continued talking about why he didn't trust everyone, how he still wouldn't let his guard down.*

Also bro does not have a type of girl— so like I have a chance :')

Also potential foreshadowing;

"Maybe eventually I'll get to know him under better circumstances."

Yes I did spend my time looking through Cabinet Confiding part 2 to get these lines hahahaha I have a chance with Cross because he has no specific taste in woman 😍😍😍

Cross bro I'll treat you right pls

DAMN

IM GONNA START WATCHING THE 1ST PART SOON YAYAY

[batteryrose]

you won’t expect it of him but... Arthur need hugs too.

#ikevamp arthur #bear with him on his route pls #he's a soft boy i swear #but he also happens to be a thot #ikevamp #Ikemen Vampire #ikemen series #ikeseries #art