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maryellencarter · 29 days

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YouTube Downloads through VLC: Step by Step

So this guide to easily downloading off YouTube is super helpful, but there's enough important information hidden in the reblogs that (with the permission of OP @queriesntheories ) I'm doing a more step-by-step version.

Please note: these downloads will be in YouTube quality. My test video download is coming through at 360p, even though the video I'm starting from is set to 720p. They're legible, but they won't look great on a TV. For high visual quality, you'll want to seek out other methods.

This guide is written for Windows 10, since that's what I can test on. It's been tested on Firefox, Chrome, and Edge (which is a Chromium browser, so the method should work in other Chromium browsers too). So far, I haven't tracked down a way to use this download method on mobile.

BASIC KNOWLEDGE:

I'll try to make this pretty beginner-friendly, but I am going to assume that you know how to right-click, double-click, navigate right-click menus, click-and-drag, use keyboard shortcuts that are given to you (for example, how to use Ctrl+A), and get the URL for any YouTube video you want to download.

You'll also need to download and install one or more programs off the internet using .exe files, if you don't have these programs already. Please make sure you know how to use your firewall and antivirus to keep your computer safe, and google any names you don't recognize before allowing permission for each file. You can also hover your mouse over each link in this post to make sure it goes where I'm saying it will go.

YOU WILL NEED:

A computer where you have admin permissions. This is usually a computer you own or have the main login on. Sadly, a shared computer like the ones at universities and libraries will not work for this.

Enough space on your computer to install the programs listed below, if you don't have them already, and some space to save your downloaded files to. The files are pretty small because of the low video quality.

A simple text editing program. Notepad is the one that usually comes with Windows. If it lets you change fonts, it's too fancy. A notepad designed specifically to edit program code without messing it up is Notepad++, which you can download here.

A web browser. I use Firefox, which you can get here. Chrome or other Chrome-based browsers should also work. I haven't tested in Safari.

An Internet connection fast enough to load YouTube. A little buffering is fine. The downloads will happen much faster than streaming the entire video, unless your internet is very slow.

VLC Media Player, which you can get here. It's a free player for music and videos, available on Windows, Android, and iOS, and it can play almost any format of video or audio file that exists. We'll be using it for one of the central steps in this process.

If you want just the audio from a YouTube video, you'll need to download the video and then use a different program to copy the audio into its own file. At the end of this post, I'll have instructions for that, using a free sound editor called Audacity.

SETUP TO DOWNLOAD:

The first time you do this, you'll need to set VLC up so it can do what you want. This is where we need Notepad and admin permissions. You shouldn't need to repeat this process unless you're reinstalling VLC.

If VLC is open, close it.

In your computer's file system (File Explorer on Windows), go to C:\Program Files\VideoLAN\VLC\lua\playlist

If you're not familiar with File Explorer, you'll start by clicking where the left side shows (C:). Then in the big main window, you'll double-click each folder that you see in the file path, in order - so in this case, when you're in C: you need to look for Program Files. (There will be two of them. You want the one without the x86 at the end.) Then inside Program Files you're looking for VideoLAN, and so forth through the whole path.

Once you're inside the "playlist" folder, you'll see a lot of files ending in .luac - they're in alphabetical order. The one you want to edit is youtube.luac which is probably at the bottom.

You can't edit youtube.luac while it's in this folder. Click and drag it out of the playlist folder to somewhere else you can find it - your desktop, for instance. Your computer will ask for admin permission to move the file. Click the "Continue" button with the blue and yellow shield.

Now that the file is moved, double-click on it. The Microsoft Store will want you to search for a program to open the .luac file type with. Don't go to the Microsoft Store, just click on the blue "More apps" below that option, and you'll get a list that should include your notepad program. Click on it and click OK.

The file that opens up will be absolutely full of gibberish-looking code. That's fine. Use Ctrl+A to select everything inside the file, then Backspace or Delete to delete it. Don't close the file yet.

In your web browser, go to https://github.com/videolan/vlc/blob/master/share/lua/playlist/youtube.lua

Click in the part of the Github page that has a bunch of mostly blue code in it. Use Ctrl+A to select all of that code, Ctrl+C to copy it, then come back into your empty youtube.luac file and use Ctrl+P to paste the whole chunk of code into the file.

Save the youtube.luac file (Ctrl+S or File > Save in the upper left corner of the notepad program), then close the notepad program.

Drag youtube.luac back into the folder it came from. The computer will ask for admin permission again. Give it permission.

Now you can close Github and Notepad. You're ready to start downloading!

HOW TO DOWNLOAD:

First, get your YouTube link. It should look something like this: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=abc123DEF45 If it's longer, you can delete any extra stuff after that first set of letters and numbers, but you don't have to.

Now open VLC. Go to Media > Open Network Stream and paste your YouTube link into the box that comes up. Click Play. Wait until the video starts to play, then you can pause it if you want so it's not distracting you during the next part.

(If nothing happens, you probably forgot to put youtube.luac back. coughs)

In VLC, go to Tools > Codec Information. At the bottom of the pop-up box you'll see a long string of gibberish in a box labeled Location. Click in the Location box. It won't look like it clicked properly, but when you press Ctrl+A, it should select all. Use Ctrl+C to copy it.

In your web browser, paste the entire string of gibberish and hit Enter. Your same YouTube video should come up, but without any of the YouTube interface around it. This is where the video actually lives on YouTube's servers. YouTube really, really doesn't like to show this address to humans, which is why we needed VLC to be like "hi I'm just a little video player" and get it for us.

Because, if you're looking at the place where the video actually lives, you can just right-click-download it, and YouTube can't stop you.

Right-click on your video. Choose "Save Video As". Choose where to save it to - I use my computer's built-in Music or Videos folders.

Give it a name other than "videoplayback" so you can tell it apart from your other downloads.

The "Save As Type" dropdown under the Name field will probably default to MP4. This is a good versatile video format that most video players can read. If you need a different format, you can convert the download later. (That's a whole other post topic.)

Click Save, and your video will start downloading! It may take a few minutes to fully download, depending on your video length and internet speed. Once the download finishes, congratulations! You have successfully downloaded a YouTube video!

If you'd like to convert your video into a (usually smaller) audio file, so you can put it on a music player, it's time to install and set up Audacity.

INSTALLING AUDACITY (first time setup for audio file conversion):

You can get Audacity here. If you're following along on Windows 10, choose the "64-bit installer (recommended)". Run the installer, but don't open Audacity at the end, or if it does open, close it again.

On that same Audacity download page, scroll down past the installers to the "Additional resources". You'll see a box with a "Link to FFmpeg library". This is where you'll get the add-on program that will let Audacity open your downloaded YouTube video, so you can tell it to make an audio-only file. The link will take you to this page on the Audacity support wiki, which will always have the most up-to-date information on how to install the file you need here.

From that wiki page, follow the link to the actual FFmpeg library. If you're not using an adblocker, be careful not to click on any of the ads showing you download buttons. The link you want is bold blue text under "FFmpeg Installer for Audacity 3.2 and later", and looks something like this: "FFmpeg_5.0.0_for_Audacity_on_Windows_x86.exe". Download and install it. Without this, Audacity won't be able to open MP4 files downloaded from YouTube.

CONVERTING TO AUDIO:

Make sure you know where to find your downloaded MP4 video file. This file won't go away when you "convert" it - you'll just be copying the audio into a different file.

Open up Audacity.

Go to File > Open and choose your video file.

You'll get one of those soundwave file displays you see in recording booths and so forth. Audacity is a good solid choice if you want to teach yourself to edit soundwave files, but that's not what we're here for right now.

Go to File > Export Audio. The File Name will populate to match the video's filename, but you can edit it if you want.

Click the Browse button next to the Folder box, and choose where to save your new audio file to. I use my computer's Music folder.

You can click on the Format dropdown and choose an audio file type. If you're not sure which one you want, MP3 is the most common and versatile.

If you'd like your music player to know the artist, album, and so forth for your audio track, you can edit that later in File Manager, or you can put the information in with the Edit Metadata button here. You can leave any of the slots blank, for instance if you don't have a track number because it's a YouTube video.

Once everything is set up, click Export, and your new audio file will be created. Go forth and listen!

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mysticpandaninja · 7 months

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Just a phone call away

Summary:

a bad night leads you to a late-night phone call to your boyfriend.

Notes:

Y/N/ - Your Name

H/C - your hair color.

This is my first attempt at something

like this, so please be nice. Hope you enjoy it

The idea came to me at 3:00 a.m.

Ignore any mistakes.

Warnings:

discussion of depression

The reader has a small panic attack.

And

some language.

HOOK x-reader

You tossed, turned, flipped, and flopped all over your bed. Nothing felt comfortable. It seemed like your bed was seven times too small, despite it being a queen-sized bed with all your favorite plushes beside you and the softest blanket ever around you. But tonight, it felt like it was suffocating you, and you felt like you wanted to jump out of your skin. Nothing felt like it fit your skin or your clothing Your room felt small and confining. You took a deep breath and tried to calm your racing heart.

You were exhausted from trying to fall asleep, but your mind was racing and your heart was pounding. You knew that you needed to calm down, but you just couldn't.

So you got out of bed, put on a hoodie over your pajama shirt, dug around, put on a pair of sweatpants, and headed for the front door, remembering to grab your house keys and phone.

You began to walk around your neighborhood, trying to clear the dark thoughts from your mind, which had been increasingly difficult in the last few days. You were missing your boyfriend; he was off in another state. Living his dream as a professional wrestler.

You had thought about calling him but talked yourself out of it.

As you got farther away from your house, you felt yourself getting more anxious because your stupid brain decided to break down at the worst time. Making everything worse.

You take a deep breath and try to focus on your surroundings, but your thoughts keep racing. You decide to take a shortcut and cut through a nearby park, hoping the fresh air will help clear your head.

It did not.

You had forgotten how creepy the park was at night. And legally, you weren’t allowed to even be in the park at this hour.

“I fucking hate this. Why am I always like this?" you ask yourself as you begin to walk toward the Seven Eleven, the only place that’s open at such a late hour, and you could at least get a snack or something there.

Maybe then your brain would shut up with the invisible insults.

Carbs, junk food, and red dye 40 are all the eye can see; you weren’t in a good place for retail therapy. and you don’t even care right now if you were seen breaking a self-imposed diet. It is three in the morning, and if it got your mind off the dark thoughts, you would do anything.

After purchasing a variety of different things, you sat down on the curb at the entrance to the store.

You felt that twinge of panic hit you again.

Despite every effort you made, you felt a panic attack incoming.

You took a few moments to try and breathe normally, trying to calm yourself down.

You thought of all the things you should be doing in life, how you needed to find a job, and how you felt like you were failing at life. You stayed on the curb, feeling lost and overwhelmed.

Tears are now making their way down your cheeks with no other option left. You dug your phone out of your pocket and dialed your boyfriend’s number.

You hated to call him this late. You know that he’s a professional wrestler; he’s always traveling; you have no idea when he went to bed.

The last time you talked to him was a brief text exchange before you went to bed the first time at ten. It felt rude to call him at three a.m.

He is probably asleep. And he does not need his annoying partner to wake him, because what if he loses sleep talking to you and gets injured in a match because you can’t control your emotions?

You tell yourself this as you start to call him and hang up twice.

as you brush a piece of your H/C hair from your face and wipe the tears from your eyes on your sleeve and your phone rings.

You could tell it was him due to the photo that flashed across your phone screen; it was at AEW’s last show in your hometown in June. You stood next to him, his FTW belt around your waist, his arms around you in a soft embrace, and you were smiling. He was doing his usual scowl, but you could tell by the corners of his eyes that he was secretly smiling.

It felt like it was years ago. You felt a rush of nostalgia wash over you as you remembered the moment. You both have been super close ever since you met in elementary school, and since high school, you have been dating, and when you entered college, he joined AEW.

You wish you could’ve stayed in that moment forever.

Who was that smiling person in that photo, and where are they now?

You took a few deep breaths before answering.

There was a slight rustle on the line as the phone was picked up.

“Hello?” came the sleep-filled voice of your boyfriend

You smiled and took a deep breath.

“Hey, I’m sorry to wake you up." You tell him you felt bad for waking him; you knew he had a big match tomorrow night.

There was a pause before he replied, his voice still groggy.

“It’s okay; what’s wrong?” he asks.

“What makes you think there is something wrong?”

You hear him yawn.

“Because you called me two times and hung up.”

Damn, are you that easy to read?

“Do you want the full story or the CliffsNotes ?” you ask him

You heard him sit up.

Smiling You imagine how his usually messy hair looks right now; it makes you chuckle.

“Full story, but can I ask a few questions?” He asked as you heard him yawn again.

“Sure.”

You felt even more guilty that he was awake instead of sleeping.

“First things first, are you at home? If so, what sounds like it will explode behind you?” He asks with slight concern.

You giggle softly

"Um, babe, that is a diesel truck beside me. I am not at home."

You hear him sigh.

“Y/N, please tell me you aren't walking around your neighborhood at four in the morning."

You stayed quiet.

You fumble with the zipper on your hoodie and say,

"I did not want to be at home right now, Tyler.”

“What do you mean you didn’t want to be home? what happened?” he said, sounding more concerned now.

Not wanting to lie to him, you took a deep breath.

“I just have had issues," you say flatly.

“Like with the house or something else?”

You bite your lip and try not to cry again.

“Something else—my mental health.”

You hear him take a deep breath.

“Where are you right now?”

He knows you too well for him to assume that you will not stray too far. When he lived in town, you would be a frequent guest at his house at all hours.

You would often stay for dinner and spend hours talking with him about anything and everything and laughing until your sides hurt.

Things were always easy with him. You didn’t have to put on a different persona to make him like you, like you did with other people.

“I’m at the Seven-Eleven by that thrift store your mom liked; do you remember that one?”

He chuckles.

“The one that always looked like it was going to fall any minute, baby?”

the building, which looked like it was built in the 1950s. It always looked like it was going to collapse in on itself with its peeling paint and old cigarette ads painted on the side.

You remember the time in high school when you went inside and got a slushie and candy, and he waited outside, not wanting to come in.

He was embarrassed and said he was too cool to buy something from a convenience store. He lasts five minutes before he follows you around the store like a shy puppy, handing you random things from the shelves. You both ended up spending over twenty dollars on junk food because of him.

You teased him about it then, and you still tease him about it today.

"We haven't hung out like we used to Y/N in what a hundred years?" He said he was no longer sounding tired; in fact, he was laughing, which made some of your guilt vanish.

You laughed, but that twitch of panic rose back up.

You're an idiot. Why did you think back to that day?

Why is it that when you are happiest, your brain sends you darkness and fear?

He must’ve picked up on your nerves because he suddenly asks you with a voice full of love and concern,

“Hey baby doll, are you okay?”

the same tone he used to use all those years ago.

You didn’t even notice that you had started crying.

You say, swallowing forcefully,

"Bad, just memories."

You remember that day very well.

**Flashback**

You had just turned fifteen, and your life sucked.

Tyler was busy a lot more, and he couldn’t hang out with you as much in between his lacrosse matches and his training to be a wrestler.

People were starting to notice how handsome he was.

So he was also preoccupied with getting dates.

Leaving you in the shadows of his memories.

You were by his locker one day after your infamous shopping trip.

“Do you want to hang out after school?” you asked him, but you might as well be talking to a blank wall.

“Tyler?” you asked again.

After several failed attempts to get his attention, you got fed up and dropped your books into your locker with a loud thud, scaring him half to death.

You laughed at his reaction.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” he said

“It varies by the doctors I visit. Why?” you teased.

He just rolls his eyes.

A small smile appears on his face as he says,

"You're such a weirdo.”

You laugh and stick your tongue out at him.

"Yep.”

you say, popping the “p”

“So Tyler, are you still going to come to the party I’m planning?”

You couldn't contain your excitement for the party; it was the first time you had ever planned a real party, and you wanted Tyler there.

"Sure, I will be there.”

A smile spreads across your face as you quickly say,

“I'll see you on the fourteenth at seven p.m. Don't forget.”

You both left in separate ways at the next bell.

Everything was fine until you were walking toward your next class when you heard Tyler talking to someone.

“Hey Tyler, where is your shadow?” one of his friends said.

Tyler shut his locker and looked at his friend, confused.

“What are you talking about, Starks?”

You knew exactly who Ricky Starks was.

The guy is a smug, arrogant jackass, but Tyler wasn't aware of that. He and Tyler, however, are training together at the same wrestling school.

so you had to tolerate him.

“Y/N, I mean, are they your shadow?” Ricky said.

You were used to Ricky’s attitude. He was your ex, after all.

"They are probably on their way to a math class or something.”

Tyler said with a shrug of his shoulders.

“Well, don’t you find it freeing not to have that annoying, clingy friend of yours around?" Ricky said bitterly

You had gotten used to Ricky hating you and how he would tell you how much you got on his nerves every day or anytime you talked to him about anything you were interested in.

Everything was your fault.

What you weren’t used to was what Tyler said next with that all-too-familiar laugh you had grown to love.

“Yeah, I guess it is nice; they were kind of obnoxious earlier about some party they wanted me to attend. Y/n is a great friend but they can be annoying I hate it when they get like that. ”

You didn’t stick around for the rest of their conversation.

You tell yourself you are hearing things as you grab your backpack from your locker and head home. but you heard every word he said.

You couldn’t stomach being in school any longer, nor could you stand to look at Tyler anymore.

Once you made it home, you sat on your bed and started to cry.

You didn’t leave your bed for what felt like three days.

You didn’t talk to Tyler at all; you ignored his texts and calls, and you skipped classes. And you didn’t even attend the party you planned and were so excited for.

Until the night after the party, when you heard a rock hit your window, one became two, then three.

“Y/N!” you heard a voice yell from outside.

You sighed, got out of your bed, and went to the window.

It was Tyler standing outside in a white hoodie and black jeans. He was standing with his arms crossed.

He looked like he was trying to look intimidating, but he kind of looked like a kid who was pouting about being put in time-out.

“What do you want?” you tell him.

“To talk, let me in,” he says

Sighing You reluctantly go downstairs and open the door, letting him in.

He looks at you and grimaces.

“Y/N what is going on? Why are you avoiding me?” he asks.

You fold your arms and look at him.

"I didn't want to be annoying and obnoxious.”

He stands silent.

“And FYI, that party I was so excited for was your surprise birthday party; I hope you enjoyed it last night.”

Tyler's shoulders slumped and he let out a long, heavy breath

“I’m guessing you overheard Ricky?”

You hated this because Tyler was your best friend.

You hated that you skipped his birthday,

which you had been so excited to celebrate with him like you always did, but for the first time in seventeen years, you missed his birthday.

All because of a stupid overheard conversation.

Everything was planned by you and his mother, and you actually got him a gift that was not just a gift card.

But now his long-forgotten birthday gift sits under your bed.

As you shifted your weight from one foot to the other, you looked at him and said what had been on your mind since that day.

“Yeah, I did. I can't believe you would say something like that. I feel so betrayed and hurt right now."

He runs his hand in his hair.

“Y/N you know I’d never want to hurt you, and I’m sorry.”

You rubbed your wrist nervously.

You noticed him looking at you.

"Hey, Y/N are you okay?” he asks.

His brown eyes stare daggers into you.

"Y/N, talk to me. What's going on?" He whispers.

"I thought you hated me, so I let you have your space.”

He steps closer to you.

“Y/N I couldn’t hate you if I wanted to."

You took a deep breath and stood eye-to-eye with him.

“Then why did you say it then?”

He doesn’t say anything, but he holds your cheek, tilting your head up and running his thumb over your cheek as he leans in and kisses you.

As he breaks the kiss, he says.

“Because I am an idiot, Y/N.”

You chuckled shyly, pulled him into a hug, and said

“That’s an understatement.”

He faked a hurt expression.

“You are so cruel, Y/N.”

The next day, you finally got to give him his birthday gift.

You immediately walked up to him by his locker.

And you shoved a neatly wrapped gift into his hands.

“This is a large box for a gift card, Y/N.” he remarks.

“Just open it, please.”

He opens the gift and looks at you, confused.

“ you got me a necklace?” he asks

“Did you even look at it?”

He gives you a small, annoyed look.

He pulled the gold necklace from the box and examined the small gold cross at the end.

“How much did this cost?”

You put your hands on your hips and look up at him.

“Your welcome, by the way.”

He leans down and kisses you softly.

“Thank you, Y/n I love it.”

*End flashback*

You had been staring off into space when you heard Tyler over the phone.

“Uh, sweetheart? Hey! I'm sorry, I don’t mean to yell, but you were staring into space. mio adorabile.”

He sighs softly.

“Turn on FaceTime so I can see you, Angel; you're scaring me.”

You turned on your FaceTime and were greeted by a bed-headed Tyler staring at you with concerned eyes.

“Is that my hoodie?” he asked with a smile

You couldn’t hide the small blush on your face.

“Maybe it is.”

Everything about this made you miss him even more.

“Y/N it’s late, baby."

You knew he was right You could see the sun starting to rise in the sky.

You gathered your shopping bag and began walking home, still on FaceTime with Tyler.

“I think the problem tonight was honestly that I missed you, and it brought back the memory of us in high school when I thought you hated me-.” You start to tell him before he interrupts you.

"I never hated you, doll.”

You know that now, but that doesn’t mean that it doesn’t replay in your head on bad nights like tonight.

You make it back to your house, sit on your bed, and plug in your phone for a much-needed charge as you lay down on your bed with half a protein bar hanging out of your mouth.

Tyler laughs at seeing you.

And you laugh too.

“Hey Tyler?” you ask him

"Yeah, mio adorabile?”

Placing a small kiss on your phone, you smile, softly saying

“Thank you for staying awake with me and just putting up with my crazy ass sometimes.”

He exhales and looks at you with a serious look.

“Y/N, I would stay awake all day if I knew it would make you happy, and I do not “put up with you..” Sweetheart, I accept the fact that you have flaws; you accept mine. I do agree about you being crazy, but in a good way, because only you would be crazy enough to sit outside a convenience store at three in the morning. Do you have any idea how dangerous that was?”

You love how protective he is over you at times.

"Okay, baby, no more late-night trips to Seven-Eleven.”

He laughs and then kisses his phone the same way you did.

"Hey, did you just kiss your phone?” you asked him.

"Yeah, so?” he replied.

“There are probably a million germs on our phone screens.”

The face he makes causes you to laugh.

"Okay, Y/N, you are sleep-deprived because that was disgusting, and you look like you are going to fall asleep any second, Doll.”

You nod sleepily.

"Goodnight, love." you both say as you hang up with each other and drift off to sleep.

#hook x reader #aew hook #handsome devil #all elite wrestling #I TRIED

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hirayaaraw · 10 months

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Fall From Grace 1: Where The End Begins

NonIdol!Jeonghan x Y/N

Tags: Polical angst, slow burn, contains cursing, fluff if you squint

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any names or characters, businesses or places, events or incidents, are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Songs to listen: Dancing with our Hands Tied, and State of Grace by Taylor Swift (even future songs to listen are all by our queen Taylor Swift 🫣)

Your hand and his intertwined while his thumb slowly draw circles on your skin. Your head on his shoulder. A famous sitcom in the 90s playing in the background. Jeonghan laughed at one of the character's punchline and you smiled. You moved your head to see his face then kissed his cheek.

Jeonghan turned his head to you and cupped your face. The sitcom is now long forgotten. He gave you a chaste yet passionate kiss. Jeonghan rest his forehead to yours.

"We have 45 minutes to go before Seulgi comes." You reminded him but his hands never left your face.

"That's 1 episode and 15 minutes of kissing." Jeonghan said in low voice. You rolled your eyes. He always have a rebuttal to whatever you say.

'Annoying idiot but my idiot' You murmured that made him laugh. You wrapped your arms around his neck and initiated the kiss. It's been a week of not being able to be with him.

You hate to admit it but you always crave for his presence and hope he does too. You both pulled away to breathe.

"You took my breath away." He said. You playfully slap his chest.

"We need to start to clean up. Seulgi might arrive earlier." Jeonghan nods. You both pick up the soda cans and junk foods plastic at the coffee table. When everything has been clean up, you took his cap hanging at back of your door.

Jeonghan gave that look. The look that you are too familiar. He hates the set up. He hates how you both need to sneak just to see each other. He hates how both of you need to avoid each other in campus.

All you can hope for is in an alternate universe you both can love without barriers. You both never asked each other about future plans. You and Jeonghan just live in the moment.

You tip toe in front of him to joustled his hair before putting the cap. Jeonghan gave you a small smile. He leaned on you and gave you a peck.

"I love you." He said.

"I know. " You smiled. Jeonghan smiled too. He knows it all too well about your thing on saying 'I love you'. If you can't say it, he will say it for the both of you. "Try the other route today. Seungcheol might get a sniff if you keep using the shortcut from my apartment to your frat house."

"Yes, I know. I get it." He said while trying to get on his shoes.

"Text me once you arrive at the frat house." He nodded. Once he were all set, Jeonghan looked at you.

"Do you want to elope? I am tired of hiding like we did something wrong. It's the elders who hate each other not us." There he goes ranting again. And there you go, just smiling with heart eyes. "San Franciso or somewhere with beach then we will live in peace."

"Yoon Jeonghan." You said with so much affection.

"Yeah?" You hugged him.

"Great plan but first you need to go back before Seulgi's back." Jeonghan sigh then kiss your cheek. Just like he always do.

"See you around campus." You nodded before he left.

You let out a deep sigh. How did the two of you whose roots are deeply entangled found each other falling? You were sure that you hated his guts but here you are sneaking him in every weekend. Things were much better when you hated him. You can see each other in the campus and you can both scoff each other. You spent the freshman year with endless tirades. Sophomore years tip toeing around and being confused. And now, as junior, you both just let things go.

Freshman year

The youth, vigor, and excitement of the students in the new turn in their life can be felt in the air. Excitement were gone when you stepped in to your International Politics class and saw a familiar face. It's an elective you need to take. Studying in an Ivy League university you understand that you might brushing shoulders with the sons and daughters of different nation. But you didn't expect to see this person.

Yoon Jeonghan, grandson of the dictator. His grandfather spent jail time but the ill gotten wealth were never collected. His grandfather died last year because of cancer. Although, her heart always go with people who suffers with cancer, his grandfather is an exception. You believed that he deserves more pain.

Jeonghan felt someone boring a stare on him that he moved his head around the room and found the culprit. He raised his brow but you roll your eyes then walked towards an empty seat. Jeonghan laughed at your antics. Completely unaware of why you gave him an eye roll.

The 1st few weeks went on like that. Bantering with your eyes until your professor called you for an opinion regarding the political dynasty that is rampant among developing countries.

"If the same set of family keeps on holding power, everything will be the same. These set of people will never give their citizens what they deserve. All they do is to fatten their wallet." You breathe then look at Jeonghan who is looking back at you. "What infuriates me more are their next to kin who are benefitting from their corruption."

You heard a snicker and saw Jeonghan smiling while his friend is pointing him while laughing.

"Also, I have never heard anyone who held a position too long take respinsibility of what they did. Best example is the Yoon family." You heard a gasp in the crowd. You said what you said. Your Professor silenced the class and asked you to sit down.

Just a few second later, you saw Jeonghan raised his hand. The professor let him have the floor.

"Park Y/N, right?" He said with a smile before looking at your professor. "I don't think it is necessary to bring the Yoon family in the conversation as the family didn't come from a developing country which is our topic right now."

You raised your hand and your professor let you stood up. The class were being entertained with the impending debate.

"I mentioned the Yoon family as an example of a group of people who didn't take responsibility for their atrocities." His friend gave a low whistle upon your rebuttal.

"As far as I remember, "Dictator Yoon" served jail time for all his crimes against the country. Isn't that enough?" Jeonghan said which even infuriates you.

"The justice system impose the penalty but it does not mean your grandfather took responsibility." He scoffed when you finally connect him with his family. The professor and other students immediately open their phones to see if you are saying the truth.

"Going back to out topic about political dynasty, isn't your family part of a dynasty? Your father was a lawmaker, now your mom is a minister." Another shocker for the whole class.

"Just like what you say 'was' and you can't say it is dynasty if only 2 people from my family held a position and take note not succeeding terms. Maybe my family just have a thing on over throwing corrupt families like yours." You smirked at him. Feeling like you won against him.

The professor ended the class early before the two of you make a brawl inside his classroom. You try to get out quickly but his two friends reached you.

"Hi! I'm Joshua Hong." You squinted your eyes trying to remember his face. He extended his hand to you. "Yeah one of the privillege asshole. Son of the Hong industry."

You nodded and shook his hand then another friend of Jeonghan introduced himself. You know this guy well. Choi Seungcheol.

"Seungcheol. Illegitimate child of the previous president. The guy who made him resign? Ring a bell?" You laughed at his introduction. Once his paternity were found out, the media hounded the former president and his consituents asked him to resign. Well, that's not the only reason why his father resigned. It was found out that he mismanaged a fund. Choi Seungcheol's identity is the final nail on the coffin.

Jeonghan just looked at them while waiting for Seungcheol and Joshua to end their conversation with you.

"You should join the international students club and meet people from our country." Joshua gave you a flyer with a colorful design with all the flags available on it. "Or join our parties at the frat house every weekend."

He winked at you. Seungcheol groaned then pulled Joshua away. You bid your goodbyes to them and saw Jeonghan still looking at you before switching his gaze to his two friends.

You spent the rest of the 1st semester making arguments and Jeonghan countering your statements even if it does not concerns his family. When 2nd semester came, you don't have any courses that requires meeting him but that doesn't mean you don't see him in the hallway. You still give him a side eye while he gives you a scoff. Joshua and Seungcheol kept on inviting you on the weekend parties. You finally gave in at the year end party.

It was a big house party in one of the Hong property in the city. Drinks are flowing, all the club food you can think of are available, and everyone is playing every drinking game you know.

Your eyes wander around and you can't help but wonder where is your not so official mortal enemy. You greeted the familiar faces in the house. The booming sound and flickering lights are not your thing. You took a glass of Merlot and find a place with little noise.

A spiral staircase welcomed you at the 2nd floor. You were about to settle in the 2nd floor but your curiosity where the spiral staicase will lead you piqued you. There you found a balcony facing a manmade lake and the face you were finding in the middle of the crowd.

"I'm sorry. I'll just go down." You said immediately and you were about to go down when spoke.

"No, you can stay." Jeonghan swig down his beer and start walking towards the exit.

"You know what we can both stay." You said that he did not expect it. He nodded and went back to his position. You both sit side by side.

Compare to thunderous noise at the first floor, you both enjoy the silence and peace. What an irony to enjoy peace with someone whose surname is a household name within the walls of your home. Not for a good reason but for how the government can seize their properties they gain during his grandfather's regime.

"Just to clear out any impression, I got in this university with scholarship." Jeonghan giving you a sad smile. You don't know what to say so you just nod. "Monthly stipends, dorm, and book allowance are also covered."

"That's nice." You said before sipping your wine. You don't know what to say.

"For the record, I didn't hate your parents." Jeonghan continued his monologue that made embarassment seeps in. It felt like a one sided hatred. "And I didn't hate you.'

"I'm sorry." That's all your soft voice can say. Jeonghan just nod. You can feel your face is already flushed with red.

"You don't need to apologize. I'm used with the stereotype." You look at him who is gazing at the stars above. You saw his handsome side profile and sad eyes.

"Yoon Jeonghan." You called his name without any anger. He hummed and you put the wine glass at the floor.

It must be the wine or the beautiful stars above. You grab his cheek and gave it a quick peck on his lips. You don't know why you thought it was befitting for the moment.

Jeonghan's eyes became wide at your surprise kiss but it didn't take a second when he pulled you for another kiss. You can taste the flavored beer he was drinking. You held onto his shoulder as he deepens the kiss.

That night he wasn't Yoon Jeonghan, grandson of a dictator, and you are not Park Y/N, whose parents actively fighting or investigating the Yoon family. You are just Park Y/N and he is just Yoon Jeonghan.

Sophomore year came like that kiss did not happen. Gone are the banters, side eyes, and scoffs. You just see each other in the eyes and somehow you both understand each other.

#kpop scenarios #seventeen scenarios #seventeen angst #jeonghan angst #jeonghan x reader #jeonghan x oc #jeonghan scenarios

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Ch. 17: Hourglass

Julian and Rosie embark on the search for a legend. FT. chatting with grandma

WC: 1.7k + A/N: What is it with these filler chapters that keeps giving me so much trouble? I'm choosing to blame the heat it is outrageously hot where I live right now my brain is being boiled away to NOTHING Ao3 link in reblog || full text under cut

The noonday sun was high and hot in the sky as Rosie made her way back to the shop. Since being employed at the Palace, she had learned a handful of shortcuts that made the journey much faster, even if it involved some light trespassing.

Rosie hoped Julian had done as she had told him, and stayed in the shop for the night. She knew he’d be safe there, Palace guards were usually scarce around that part of town; and even so she kept a ward against them buried in the shop’s garden. Although her memories of it were fuzzy, she could still remember the day it was made. Her aunt had instructed her and Asra to steal something from one of the guards in the market, something small but still representative of the Palace. It had seemed like a daunting task for two young teenagers, but they had the good fortune of finding a guard taking lunch at one of the cafes, and were able to swipe his helmet. She remembered how the magic felt in her hands as her aunt had instructed her how to form the ward, how it crackled over her fingers, how the magic felt sharp and hot; stalwartly guarding the home against the Palace’s prying eyes. She made sure to renew it every summer, it was just one of the regular chores that had to be done as the seasons changed.

“Julian?” Rosie called as she locked the door behind her. The house was silent, save for the old wood beams creaking as it settled. ‘ What if he never made it here, what if he was caught before -’ Before her thoughts could begin to spiral, she found the parchment that had been laid carefully on the glass counter, held in place with one of her tea tins. The writing on it was messy chicken scratch, but she could still make out what was written:

‘My dearest Rosie, I hope my absence hasn’t made you worry, I assure you I arrived here safe and sound.

I had to leave at first light for Mazelinka’s house. Meet me there.

I am terribly sorry I couldn’t stay here longer, but you know how grandmothers worry. See you soon.

All my heart, Julian.’

Rosie smiled and kept the note folded close to her heart the entire trip to the South End, tracing the words he had written over and over as she made her way to Mazelinka’s house. She’d hardly even knocked on the door before Julian had thrown it open, the clattering of kitchenware following in his wake.

“Ah, there you are!” He said, a faint flush to his cheeks. “You found my note, right? I knew if I wasn’t there you’d worry.” Rosie grinned and waved the folded paper. He smiled in return, looking relieved. Before he could speak again, Mazelinka was shooing him out of the doorway.

“How many times do I have to tell you lingering in doorways is bad luck? You too girl,” the old woman herded Rosie inside the cottage. “It’s about time you got here, boy’s been driving me crazy with all his pacing and hand-wringing.”

“Oh dear, is that true?” Rosie stifled a laugh.

“Uh, well I,” Although Julian had his back to her as he straightened the pots and pans he’d upset in his hurry to answer the door she could see his ears were a bright shade of red. “I was just worried that you may have gotten tied up with something at the Palace, that’s all.”

“Oh they try, but so far I’ve always managed to wriggle my way out,” Rosie snorted as she brushed past him, her hand lingering on his waist. The smell of familiar spices and herbs was billowing out of the cauldron on the hearth, inside was a bubbling, amber colored stew. She watched as Mazelinka tasted it; the old woman’s nose wrinkled as she shook her head and threw another handful of dried vegetables in.

“Needs a minute more,” she muttered. “Sit, sit. Won’t cook if you keep watching it,” she motioned for Rosie to have a seat at the table with her spoon.

“So then,” Julian pulled his chair up right beside Rosie, close enough that their shoulders brushed. She didn’t hesitate to lean against him when he laid his arm across the back of her chair. “What’s our plan? That is uh, if you found out anything new this morning. If not, then…” He trailed off and made a ‘ we-could-just-stay-here-today ’ motion with his hands.

“Well, Asra and I had a talk-” “Oh, you uh, you did?” Julian asked with a worried crease to his brows. “Did he uhm…did he say anything about me?” “Nothing important,” Rosie said as she squeezed his hand. She saw no reason to dredge up whatever drama had been between them, especially as she was beginning to think Asra was more than biased against him. “Not about you, anyway. He did tell me though that if we wanted answers we should ‘ seek the Scourge of the South’ , whatever the hell that means. Said whoever this ‘Scourge’ is would be at the coliseum, but that’s been abandoned for years.”

“Ah, not entirely my dear,” Julian said with a gleam in his eye. “Asra, you sly dog, what were you doing poking around there?”

“I don’t understand..?”

“I’m not surprised,” Julian said as he got back to his feet. “I wouldn’t have expected you to have ever poked your nose around the Red Market. It’s a shady place, and you my dear aren’t the shady sort.” “I’d heard the stories about folks livin’ in the tunnels underground, practically havin’ a whole other city down there,” Rosie said. “ You mean it's true?”

“Most certainly! And the Red Market is - or at least used to be the center hub, and as it just so happens I used to be a card-carrying member.”

“If that’s where you kids are headed you’d better take some of this,” Mazelinka said, her back turned to them as she stirred the soup. “It’s no place for an empty stomach.” “Since when have you ever been there?”

“None of your business,” Mazelinka brandished her spoon in his direction. “Go get your things and get out of my hair.”

Julian didn’t wait to be told again, hurriedly ducking around the curtain to the bedroom off the kitchen. Rosie watched him go, wishing they could have sat together in the glow of the hearth for just a minute more.

“Help me with this, will you,” Mazelinka said as she sat a heavy canister on the table and nodded at the cauldron. Rosie easily hefted it and held it steady as the older woman spooned out its contents. “Make sure he eats,” she said, a worried crease in her brow. “He’s too skinny as it is.”

“I will, don’t worry,” Rosie said as she tightened the canister’s lid and placed it into her bag.

“He really does brighten up when you’re around,” the corners of the old woman’s eyes crinkled as she smiled. “It’s good to see. Haven’t seen him like this in a long time, was starting to wonder if he’d forgotten how.”

Rosie knew exactly what she was talking about. Even still, there was a deep rooted melancholy visible in Julian’s eyes, a certain gloominess in the way he carried himself; once one looked closely they could see how it colored his bravado and how he would mask it. She knew how it felt, and she wanted to believe that she was helping him escape it.

“Does he talk about me much?” Rosie asked as she sat back down, fiddling absentmindedly with the belt of her dress.

“Huh! Does he talk about you,” Mazelinka laughed as she started to scrub the now empty cauldron. “Practically all he does. You should have seen the way he was bellyaching and worrying before you got here, nearly wore a hole in my floor with his pacing. ‘ Oh, Mazelinka, do you think she’s alright? Did she get back to the Palace safe? I shouldn’t have let her go back alone, that was horrible of me, what if she’s been hurt because of me? ’ She imitated his voice as she bustled around the kitchen.

Rosie couldn’t help but chuckle. “Isn’t that something, I was worrying the same things about him.”

“You struck a good match then,” Mazelinka laughed too as she swept some eggshells into a flower pot. “You can both worry yourselves sick over each other. He really was ready to go up there himself and start looking for you, you know.”

“Thank you for keeping him from doing that, I’d never forgive myself if he was hurt because of me.”

Mazelinka grunted as she wiped a cutting board down. “Take him off my hands for me, will you? And don’t let go, he’s a slippery boy.”

‘I won’t ,’ Rosie thought. ‘I’ve sunk my claws in and I’m never letting go .’

“Are you talking about me behind my back again?” Julian asked as he emerged from behind the curtain. “What have I told you about eavesdropping, Ilya?”

The tips of his ears were bright red, matching the lining of his coat. “I wasn’t! But uhm, well I heard my name being said and started to wonder if you were telling tales again.”

“Nonsense. Never told a tale in my life. Now get out of my house,” she said as she gestured at the door with her spoon. She gave Rosie a wink before she shut the door behind them.

“Hey,” Rosie caught his sleeve and pulled him into a hug so tight he let out a small, surprised noise. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” Julian said as he returned her embrace with equal strength. “What uhm, what Mazelinka said is true, you know. I think about you a lot…all the time, even,” he rested his chin on the top of her head as he spoke. “I’m still counting all my lucky stars that I have you on my side.” She pressed closer against him as he ran his fingers through her hair. “So,” Julian offered her his arm. “You ready?” Rosie nodded as she linked their arms. “Lead the way.”

“I warn you, the Vesuvia underground isn’t for the faint of heart, my dear. That place requires the sharpest of wits and the steelest of nerves.”

“I think I’ll manage. I’ll be sure to keep my eye on you, though,” she teased. The way Julian laughed filled her heart with warmth and a sense of hope. Maybe some lucky stars really were on their side.

#kismet #julian #julian devorak #the arcana #arcana #julian the arcana #rosie #mine

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The morning after the storm. (AJ Status 11/21/23)

(OOC NOTE: This is NOT a post AJ is making. He doesn't post everything he's doing or thinking, but I still want to share the the stuff that AJ does outside of Tumblr. Basically, this is like a "traditional" RP, where I talk about AJ in the third person, describing where he is, what he's feeling, etc. Feel free to join in if you'd like, but just note that it is NOT in the Tumblr post format I've been doing up until this point.)

AJ meandered through the woods aimlessly, after a long night of... meandering through the woods aimlessly. What else was he gonna do? He didn't really trust himself to talk to anyone, and for good reason, too. Last night he couldn't manage his anger properly, and he wound up in an argument with Max, Grace, and... Jesus, what was that other ghost's name? She was a complete stranger to him, but for some reason, she knew who he was. And she was so awful! What kind of grown-up picks a fight with... He reflexively clenched his fists before catching himself and relaxing again.

He decided that maybe he shouldn't keep walking around the woods like this. In a way he couldn't describe, somehow, the forest was making him feel worse. He flitted in and out of the physical realm in a way that might've looked like teleportation to the outside observer, but was really just him finding weird cosmic "shortcuts"-- a skill he had begun to hone recently-- to get to where he was going faster. Soon enough, he arrived at a tiny beach at the western edge of the island. It was a place he had known even while alive. It was so small and remote that most others hadn't found it, although he would find the occasional empty Capri-Sun or Subway wrapper on the ground, to his dismay. Still, it was his quiet spot, and he liked the solitude well enough.

AJ plopped down and sat cross-legged on the sand, feeling each grain rub against his fingers as he dragged them through. He'd been doing that sort of thing a lot in an effort to distract himself from feeling his left eye-- or, feeling the constantly bleeding socket where his left eye once was. It hurt like hell. To be fair, a lot of where his body hit the ground the hardest hurt, but nothing else quite compared to his lack of an eye. He picked his head up and used his one good eye to stare out at the water. A thick fog had rolled over Lake Michigan, on its way to the island AJ was so reluctant to call home. The water itself was... almost calm. Ripples ran through the lake, never quite getting big enough to count as waves, but still weirdly... tense. Come to think of it, the tide looked a bit low this morning. Some formerly-underwater snails, hiding in their shells, had even been exposed by it.

After just staring off into space for a moment, AJ pulled out his phone. He'd been blocking out the memory of exactly what had transpired yesterday night, but he knew it would only get worse if he didn't acknowledge it, although he was unsure of what "it" even was. He scrolled through the thread, not really reading much of the argument for fear of getting upset again. Soon, he found that a lot of the text in his messages turned red the longer the argument went on. He... didn't remember doing that. He looked up from his phone from a moment and shifted around to a different sitting position, a sense of unease washing over him. He kept scrolling, until one of the stranger's messages caught his eye.

"...and what was that you said earlier, encouraging barry swift to hurt someone unprovoked? take a good, long look at yourself."

AJ read it through a couple times, trying to register what she was saying here. It was as if his brain was actively refusing to process this information. This person... she was so fucking bitchy, but in this one, she... had a bit of a point. AJ had just impulsively sent that message, then tried to pass it off as a joke immediately afterward, both to Barry and to himself. Come to think of it, he'd been experiencing those kinds of impulses every once in a while ever since he died. He had tried to explain it away in his mind with various excuses. He was in pain. He was just joking. He didn't have a good emotional outlet. But recently, it had become more frequent. This wrath, this urge to hurt others. And after last night's outburst, it was more than just concerning.

It was starting to really, really scare him.

#hatchetblr #nmpd rp #hatchetfield #long post #unreality

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sunnyrosewritesstuff · 1 year

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12, 30, 46 & 49 for writer asks uwu

Thank you, Dim! 😊

12. Are there any tropes you used to dislike but have grown on you?

Let's see...I'm usually very open to tropes so I'm sure there's not many. The few that I dislike I'm still not touching with a 12-ft pole. 😆But I guess I've been playing with more angst/no comfort stuff that 100% didn't used to be my thing. And like YEARS ago I didn't care for m!preg/baby fics, and now we've got the Cursed!AU...so I'm sure anything is possible and I may end up having some of those grow on me too.

30. Have you ever written something that was out of your comfort zone? If so, what was it, and how did it affect your approach to writing fic thereafter?

So I've written several pairings this year that are "outside my comfort zone" just because I had never done them before. But one that definitely stuck out was the fic I just wrote for THAUC: Secrets in the Blue Mountain Apartment and it's because I was writing primarily from Dis and Vili's POV...and seeing as they don't appear in canon books or movies, it was like writing two OCs that everyone has their own HCs for. 😅 So that was tough, but I would definitely like to use more of them in my future writings now that I've at least laid some "groundwork" for myself.

46. Do you prefer writing on your phone or on a computer (or something else)? Do you think where you write affects the way you write?

Oh, computer. 100%. When I was in college, I used to keep a "writing notebook" that I would pull out during class, but yeah. Only at my most desperate do I write on my phone.

For one thing, I type faster on a keyboard than what I can text on my phone. For another, I have all my shortcuts memorized for "bold" "italics" etc., so that just takes time typing. And then writing on a phone is so deceiving to me word count wise. Luckily, I carry my laptop around with me everywhere, but I definitely do my best writing when I'm comfy at home.

49. What are you currently working on? Share a few lines if you’re up for it!

Currently, I am trying to finish up this next chapter of The Twelve Transformations of Bilbo Baggins so I can update on Saturday. 👀 Here's a small-ish excerpt. 🤣

Bilbo quickly retraced his steps, pretending to sleep as he felt Balin gently scoop him up in his arms. His heart felt like it was thundering away in his chest though. Would Thorin really leave him behind if they couldn’t find a cure? It wasn’t like he was going to be a child forever, but then again, what if the next transformation was worse? Thorin wasn’t going to risk the quest all for Bilbo’s sake.

“Thorin,” Balin’s soft voice broke through Bilbo’s worries. “Am I interpreting these proceedings correctly? You and Master Baggins…?”

Bilbo nearly broke his cover right there. What about him and Thorin? There was a long pause before Thorin answered, but it sounded half-hearted even to Bilbo.

“The wizard knows not what he insinuates. My view of the hobbit is strictly professional.”

Professional?! No wonder more people didn’t do business with dwarves if that’s how they behave in a professional atmosphere. Still it was nice to know that Thorin didn’t hate him. He just didn’t see the need to cultivate an acquaintanceship with Bilbo. That was fine. He could be okay with that. His chin trembled slightly, but he blamed it solely on his guilt of eavesdropping.

“You’re a poor liar, lad. You always have been, but I can understand not wanting to consider such things now. However, you’re a fool if you think holding him at arm’s length will make this quest easier.”

“I will handle it how I see fit.” Thorin growled. “In any case, nothing can come from him being the way he is, so I will hear no more on the subject.”

Ask me some fic questions!

#sunny answers stuff #i didn't mean for this to be this long my bad #super excited to update something soon though

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sophiebroadley · 1 year

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10/05 week 10

We are in indesign creating a A5 document. the units are in mm (W: 148mm H: 210mm). Once document opens its always good habit to also open the advanced workspace. Click onto the the pages and created 4 pages. If this was a book however this would technically be 1 piece of paper as it would be one A4 folded in half and the 4 pages are each side on back and front. This took my brain so long to understand and might still take me a bit to wrap my head around but it makes sense. For class today we are making 4 spreads in indesign.

I feel like I have a good grasp on how to use the pages however I still don't quite understand the A-Parent tool.

To duplicate something evenly, drag whatever you want to duplicate while holding down option to create another version, and then also hold down shift to align it to the version you already have. Let the keys go at the same time to keep it in place.

My understanding now of the parent tools is whatever you create on those pages will automatically places itself on every page you have created.

The page [None], that you can't edit in the pages tap is there so you can drag it onto the pages that you g=don't what to have the edit that you made on the parents pages, on them. So What we did was drag the [None] page on the cover and back page to get rid of the "demonstration booklet" title.

This image above is displaying how on the parent page, while creating page number, these tools create the number you have selected to match each page this text is on. This will be very helpful while creating the booklet for our graphic design class, as will save time trying to put each individual page number in.

Select both parents page, and go layout -> margins & columns. link all sides of the margins and change and changed it to 5mm.

Document bleed, is part on the side of a document that gives the printer a small amount of space to account for natural movement of the paper during guillotining and design inconsistencies.

These columns and grids are here to help us place our text and align them.

My understanding now of parent pages is that they allow you to add common elements to your pages (e.g page numbers, margins, page headers), parent pages make it easier and automatically duplicate these onto every pages to save time trying to do this manually. Make sure you have both parent pages selected if editing both of them.

I found learning the shortcuts very helpful and are something I want to get more used to, to save time. These will always be useful anytime I'm using InDesign. Also something I'm definitely going to have to keep in mind is the page amounts, how it has to be like 4,8, or 12 to work.

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purplesurveys · 1 year

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what is the one thing you remember most about January of last year? January 2022...was mostly uneventful and my camera roll apparently confirms that too, lol. The only thing I remember from it was that my initial promotion to senior associate which lasted all of two weeks got voided and I was told I was gonna be junior manager with immediate effect.

you look at the clock and it’s 11:11, do you wish? I wake up the inner kid and me and wish for 2025 to come faster. how do you think you will look 3 years from now? I hope I have an even better handle of work compared to now. I also hope I’ve been back to Korea by then! Idk man 3 years isn’t too long a time so I’m keeping my expectations at a normal level.

once you graduate (if you haven’t already) are you leaving your hometown? Well, I didn’t. what is your dream job? I already like being in the PR industry, but the dream job in this context is to be on the brand side, I guess. And to get to a high-enough position where I can be the one to actually produce and conceptualize marketing campaigns, not be the agency doing the nitty-gritties and be in charge of just making the campaign thought of by other people happen.

what would be number one on your bucket list? Go to Wrestlemania 50 has been a goal since I was 9.

how old do you think you’ll be when you make your will? I already made a rough sketch of it when I was around 19 or 20, but I have no idea when I’ll actually make a Legit One.

you get a text message. who do you hope it is? Eh as long as it isn’t related to work, I should be fine with whoever.

are there any songs that you hear that just make you wanna dance? Many songs.

do you get any of your songs from limewire? I didn’t. I don’t think I belong too much to Generation Limewire hahaha; I did pirate movies and show off of The Pirate Bay though in like the early 2010s.

what’s the oddest thing you are wearing right now? I’m not wearing anything I’d consider weird.

you and your best friend get in a fight. why do you think that is? Most likely because someone may have spoken a little too harshly to the other. Two weeks ago I wouldn’t have known how to answer this because I haven’t quarreled with Angela since we were in Grade 5 lol; but just this past weekend we were talking and she spoke to me in a way that made me feel like she was invalidating my point, I was having a bad enough day so I snapped, and we didn’t talk for like a day or so hahaha. All’s good now though.

do you use the word “basically” a lot? It slips out but I really try not to because it’s already used so much.

do you use proper grammar or use IM talk? I use proper grammar but I do tend to use abbreviations and shortcuts, especially if I’m having to type a big mouthful.

what is your biggest annoyance at the time? I have an awful amount of work that I have to do and I don’t wanna leave it all for accomplishing on Monday since it would make my plate by then SO full, so I have no choice but to do part of it tonight and tomorrow.

you see the person you fell hardest for. what do you do? Judging from the way she avoided Andi like the plague when she spotted them a couple of weeks ago – I’d wave, say hi, do a bit of small talk, anything that would make her uncomfortable.

have/are you depressed? I’ve been through periods, but I wouldn’t say I’m currently. did you grow up in the united states? No.

are you dreading tomorrow? Not really dreading; I guess anxious is more accurate? Yoongi’s Bangkok show tickets are coming out then so mine and my friends’ fates in June are, in the most simplest of terms, in tomorrow’s hands lol.

do you call anybody ‘baby’? No.

if your school had a winter formal on new years, would you go? We don’t even have winter...

where is the fanciest place you have ever visited? Idk I’ve stayed at a number of fancy hotels and resorts in the past.

who is the one person you can completely be yourself around? Angela.

are your pop-ups blocked on your computer? Yeps.

do you wear earrings on a normal basis? I don’t anymore; I ruined my left earlobe piercing over a decade ago hahaha. I also stopped wearing clp-ons but plan to start collecting them again.

how old were you when you realized that life goes on? Like an echo in the forest? Like an arrow in the blue sky? On my pillow, on my table? Hahahaha but anyway it was when I was 17, when my grandfather died. are your parent’s night owls or morning birds? They like staying up late but I think they’re more morning birds than anything.

do you like to sing? Just on my own.

are there some songs that you will never understand the lyrics to? Sure. do you own a lot of picture frames? Not really, no.

who is your favorite author? I don’t have any.

how many pillows are on your bed? Two.

how is your hair right now? It’s in a ponytail. Nothing remarkable.

is your phone fully charged? Nah, it’s at 4% hahaha.

what’s your favorite thing about the holidays? All the gatherings and the F O O D served in each. Seeing your relatives is great, but I will head towards the lumpia, the pasta, the kare-kare, the shrimp, the pizza, the fried chicken, the sushi, and the cheesecake first LOL are you still in school? I’m not.

how many days/months until your next birthday? 20 days!

what is your favorite type of cake? Cheesecake.

how many rings do you wear on a day-to-day basis? None.

when will you next laugh until you cry? Idk. Might be as soon as tonight if I run into a funny video.

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aerogreys · 2 years

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Paint 2 for windows

PAINT 2 FOR WINDOWS HOW TO

PAINT 2 FOR WINDOWS ARCHIVE

PAINT 2 FOR WINDOWS FULL

It’s a shame that Magic Select isn’t in Photos, and that you’ll essentially need to open two separate apps to take advantage of Windows 10’s full photo-editing capabilities. Because the scene utilizes bokeh as a cue to focus on the foreground, however, your eye might not immediately notice. If you zoom in on our edited photo of the couple looking at one another, you can see the repetitive pattern in the background forest imagery where the man’s image once was. Nothing that Paint 3D and Magic Select produces is going to survive close scrutiny, either. Sometimes an additional round of Magic Select editing can remove these, too. Removing an object from a scene can create a ghosting effect, with halos, shadows, or other artifacts. Sometimes, though, what remains isn’t fixable without more sophisticated tools. In some cases, using Magic Select again on the remainder will trim those out. For one thing, there’s a tendency to leave a “ghosting” or “halo” effect behind, along with any shadows that the object or person cast. Not surprisingly, Paint 3D and Magic Select don’t do nearly as good of a job on the background that it “paints in” to fill background where an object was edited out. Magic Select and Paint 3D can handle a wel-defined, well-lit simply object very well. You can resize and reshape your virtual object as you’d like, and you can use Paint3D’s other tools (stickers! text!) to play with it further. The edge detection is excellent, however, and the finished image will probably look quite good. (I’ve pasted a USB-C hub into a beach scene below, for fun.) Magic Select and Paint 3D can’t reproduce the lighting effects and color matching to convince your eye that a giant USB-C hub is sitting on the beach. If you want to place your edited object into a new scene, you’ll need to cut and paste it into a new image in Paint 3D. When you’re happy with your selection, simply drag the object off the canvas into the 3D virtual space next to it.Īt this point, you have a few options. Could you spend 15 minutes fine-tuning everything? Sure, but for these tough cases you might want to try something like Adobe Photoshop instead. Here’s an example of when Magic Select just can’t quite get it (zoom in to see the details). One tip: if you want to retrace your steps, use the Undo or History tool in the upper-right corner, not the Go Back button. This doesn’t always happen perfectly, however, and you may need to add or subtract from the scene. I made one diagonal swipe with the mouse across the plug (with the “Add” button” selected) and Magic Select correctly guessed what I was looking for. That’s a real shame, because you can end up with tiny little regions of the photo-sort of like islands-that are too small to individually swipe through.) Mark Hachman / IDG (A drawn circle would be an excellent way to tell Magic Select what to choose, but it doesn’t really work. Paint 3D was designed with 3D dioramas in mind, but opening an image with the Edit with Paint 3D shortcut will bypass the 3D setup and take you into the 2D editing tool. For the purposes of editing a photo, you’ll want to ignore the majority of the Paint 3D UI, anyway. You’ll need to left-click once to preview the photo, then right-click it, drop down to the Edit and Create sub-menu, and on to Edit with Paint 3D. In Photos, this option isn’t immediately available. With the latter, simply right-click the file and scroll down to Edit with Paint 3D.

PAINT 2 FOR WINDOWS ARCHIVE

The easiest ways to jump directly into editing your photos are either to open the Photos app with your stored photos or open the folder on your PC where you archive your photos.

PAINT 2 FOR WINDOWS HOW TO

Let’s dive in! How to use Paint 3D’s Magic Select Keep it simple and you’ll have much better luck. You’ll probably quickly notice the limitations of Magic Select: If you try to edit a complex image, full of little bits to add and remove, Magic Select and Paint 3D really struggles. Edits to the second photo were made using Paint 3D by IDG’s Mark Hachman. The original photo is credited to Cara Neil, on Flickr, in the public domain.

#Paint 2 for windows

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sugarfluffandallthatgoodstuff · 2 years

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THE SONG BIRDIE

Villain!hawks x fem!civilian!reader

BIG THANK YOU TO @ari-tart-3114 FOR HELPING MW WRITE THIS ONE TOO 😂

e/n=ex’s name

you are 22 in this story

and you have a big simp counter for a certain man with red wings and beautiful eyes (lol)

You have a very minor singing quirk you basically can only really sing in tune and not much else with your voice, you are able to control wavelengths and are the reason for the apocalypse that will happen in a year.

Let’s get started…

Y/N POV

10:38 am

Oh no. Not the same nightmare again.

Nonononononononononononono WHY

WHY DOES E/N KEEP SHOWING UP IN MY DREAMS?!?!?!?

I figured that was it. I was done. He’s made too much of a bad impact on me. It's time to get help.

I looked all over the room for the number my mom gave me, and with little luck, I found a number for an organization.

Finally I was going to get some goddamn therapy for these atrocities I was dealt.

I called the number on the small piece of receipt paper and scheduled my appointment

I set the time which lucky for me was same day

I walked out of my apartment into the bright sunshine of the morning and see a bunch of high school students walking towards a big building.

I just carried on walking down the street and there were too many people for my liking so I decided to take a shortcut down an alleyway so I could get there swiftly and in peace.

All of a sudden, a group of people pushed me into an alleyway

And of course having just been shoved by surprise I tripped and fell

Jeez people really need to be more careful when walking around these places and not text while walking

I walked down the alleyway while ironically not paying attention to my surroundings.

Which ended up being the best mistake of my life

I had been trying to think about how to deal with the scrapes on the palms of my hands when I bumped into someone and of course fell backwards onto my ass

I started apologizing profusely and when I looked up I froze

It was him

Hawks

The MOST WANTED VILLAIN IN ALL OF JAPAN

My heart stopped beating, stopped working, STOPPED FUNCTIONING. WHY IS THIS MAN SO HAWT.

“Are you ok, little birdie?”

FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK

“Y-yes I’m fine. T-t-thank y-you-u.”

“Awww no need to be shy little birdie~”

“I-,” I then look at him and blush, “I AM NOT SHY, BAKA”

“Really because it seems like you are~”

“N-NO I-I’M N-NOT Y-YOU” I then take a deep breath,”STOP BEING HOT YOU IDIOT” I scream loud, causing him to get pushed. I run away before he says anything.

I by some miracle made it to the appointment which did not go as well as I thought (I guess that’s why I was able to get an appointment so quickly because their services SUCK)

I walk out feeling worse than I did walking to the appointment. I find an area with no one there, and begin to scream\

And my dumbass had stupidly ended up in the same alleyway where I saw Hawks

“Well well well look who’s back”

Son of a bitch

“CAN YOU JUST LET ME FUCKING BE MISERABLE IN PEACE PLEASE?!?!”

“Woah there you seem tense”

“WELL NO SHIT SHERLOCK! WHY THE FUCK DO YOU EVEN CARE?”

Hawks looks away for a few minutes.

“I guess cause… I guess cause I like you”.

“WE JUST FUCKING MET A FEW HOURS AGO”

“I know I know,” he then looks up and down at me, “You have a strange comfy vibe to you. I can’t really explain it”

“Yeah no SHIT. I’m wearing sweatpants and my high school band sweatshirt. Of course I have a comfy vibe since what I’m wearing IS VERY FUCKING COMFY”

“Well that explains a lot haha”

I begin to walk away to find something to eat since I forgot to eat lunch.

“Where are you going song birdie?”

“Wait…how do you know I sing?”

“You swept me off my feet when you were screaming. Literally”

“Oh shit, I am so sorry about that”

“It’s no issue my little song bird~”

My face begins to go from white to red hot blushing.

“D-don’t be a bully like that!”

Just when my heart was about to explode, he pins me to a wall, and looks me up and down with this hungry look in his eyes

I turned my head away from his gaze, but in the process, gave him an opening to KISS MY NECK.

I instantly blush and gasp for air.

“Well well well look what we have here~ someone’s mmm~ desperate~”

Damn him and his flustering words.

My legs can’t handle this much, and begin to shake from fear.

I suddenly feel my knees give out, and I fall

“Woah Woah Woah there’s no need to fall to get my attention~”

“I can’t do this.” I try to breathe, but fail. Just as if the day couldn’t get worse, I begin to have a panic attack.

Hawks POV

Oh shit did I do something wrong? The girl is clutching onto me. Like I haven't even had people who were in deep shit with me clutch onto me this hard

“Hey hey, it's ok.”

She looks at me, with tears in her eyes.

Y/N POV

Hawks begin to calm me down. No one, not even E/N has ever successfully calmed me down or even made this much of an attempt to.

“I-I’m s-s-sor-ry f-for s-sn-snapping a-at y-you” I sobbed “I-I sh-shouldn’t b-be t-taking m-my b-bad d-day out o-on y-you”

“How would I have known you had a bad day? It’s not your fault that your day has sucked so far.”

“B-b-but i-it’s m-my f-f-fault f-f-for sn-sn-snapping a-a-at y-you y-you h-have e-every r-right t-to b-be m-mad”

He held me closer to his chest and held me tighter and started rubbing my back soothingly

“Hey it’s no big deal we all have bad days kiddo”

I breathe deeply once again.

“Thank you again. I am sorry about this and before as well,”

“It is ok,” He looks at me, “Maybe one day you can make it up to me”

“Yeah” I said smiling, “One day,”

TIME SKIP TO 3 WEEKS LATER

HAWKS POV

I was just walkin down the alley after taking care of some business with a one druglord who owed me money

I saw her again.

She looked a lot better than the last time we met.

“HEY”

No response.

I look closely and realize that she has her AirPods in.

So I did the one thing I knew would definitely work (oh god- Emily)

I came up behind her and pulled her into the alleyway

Y/N POV

I feel someone pull me.

I immediately turn around and punch the fucker who was going to rob me.

I see Hawks and punch him lightly.

“DON’T SCARE ME LIKE THAT,”

“How else was I supposed to get your attention?”

“Geez I don’t know, maybe tap me on the shoulder?”

“I’ll keep that in mind next time we meet,”

I roll my eyes at his remark and proceed to walk.

“Where are you going now, song birdie?”

“To work,”

“Work?”

I look at him confused, and release that I never told him.

“A week after we met, I got a job interview at the high school near where I live,”

“Oh, congrats Y/n. That is really cool!”

“Yeah I never realized how easy getting a job as a choir teacher would be haha”

Hawks looks at me even more confused.

“Y’know. Choir being an easy class to do, so getting a job as a choir teacher is easy?”

“No no I got the joke. I just can’t believe that someone as young as you can get a teaching job as a choir teacher”

“Well, all you need is a performance degree in singing, which I have, and 1 million subs on my singing youtube channel”

“Sheeeesh 1 Million?”

“Yeah I had the account for 5 years and it really helped me with my depression and abusive relationship”

“Oh so that’s why you seemed so down when I first met you during that time”

“My account got hacked by him, so I didn’t really know what to do”

I realized that I just confessed to someone I barely even know.

“Sorry for ranting out on you my bad haha”

“y/n”

I look at him, with tears about to form, then…

Kissed

I gasp. (le gasp)

Barley even functioning with the fact that this man's soft lips are on my crusty ass lips.

He keeps on going further and further into the kiss and at that point I just succumb and go further in myself

He then grabs my back and I fall back from the kiss.

He looks at me confused.

“I’m sorry,” I look away and begin to walk away.

One of the deepest scars that I have will have to be my back. The one from my dad, and the other from my abuser. Thank goodness my mom was a nurse and was able to heal it, but the current scars and some more deep scars still remain.

The moment Hawks touched it, all my painful memories began to resurface. I look at myself in a shop mirror. To the normal eye, I look like a normal 22-year-old girl, but to me, all I see is a waste of space who deserves nothing.

“Hey what’s wrong? You look like you got spooked by something.”

“I-It’s n-nothing I-I s-swear!”

Shit, now he looks worried. I don’t want to bother people with my problems.

“Really? Because it sure as hell doesn’t look like ‘nothing’ ”

I don’t look at him and just walk away.

Hawks grab my hand and touch my back again. Before I can say anything he goes

“I love you”

I turn around, shocked

“I love you and every scar in your body”

HOW DID HE KNOW ABOUT THAT?!?!?

“I have them to”

“What?”

“Scars. On my back”

“How did you know about mine?!”

“I could feel them”

“Oh. I guess I didn’t do a good enough job hiding them”

“Why would you need to hide them?”

“W-w-w-we-ell u-u-u-u-um…”

“He told you to hide them didn’t he?”

“Yeah”

“Didn’t I just tell you that I love you and your scars?”

“Yeah b-but m-”

“There’s no way that any scar on your body is ugly Y/N”

I look away and blush.

“Awwwwww you’re blushing~”

“N-no I’m not!”

“Yes you aaaaaaaaare~ my little songbird~”

I started backing away still looking down and he was still closing in

He then pinned me to the wall and restrained my wrists above my head in one swift motion

“U-uh w-what are you doing?!?”

“Teaching you a short lesson on some of the many reasons why I love you~”

He then discharges some of his feathers from his bright and luscious prismatic red wings and restrains my wrists with those instead of one of his hands

“W-w-w-what a-a-are y-you d-doiIHIHHIHIHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEING?!?”

“Sorry songbird looks like you gotta learn this the hard way~”

He digs his fingers into my ribs and moves them around the rest of my torso at a speed I couldn’t process

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAWHYHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”

“Well well well what a ticklish little songbird I have here hmm~?”

“NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO TEAHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASING PLEAHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHESE”

“So giggly and cute and you can’t do anything about it~”

“YOUHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOU’RE EHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEVIHIHIHL”

“A villain-yes evil- no you’re mistaken, you’re just adorable and have to learn your lesson babygirl~”

He just kept tickling me until about 8 minutes later when my laughter finally went silent

Then he stopped and held a black-gloved finger under my chin so my gaze could meet his and said:

“Learned your lesson yet songbird?”

“Yehes sihihir” I said blushing and trying to look away

“Good girl~" he then releases me from his feather’s tightish grip and my knees buckle and I fall into his arms lightly giggling

I look at the time and gasp.

“Oh shit I need to get going, my roomate is going to cook up pizza at 5:30”

“Want me to walk you?”

“No its ok, I literally live right there” and I point up the area we are in.

He then grabs me by the waist and flies me to the apartment balcony.

“Stay safe song birdie”

“Bye, my little birdie”

He looks at me and blushes then flies away.

I smile, thinking about what tomorrow will be like, with a day knowing I have someone on my side…

THE END

*PART 2 COMING SOMETIME IN THE FUTURE*

#hawks x ticklish reader #ticklish!reader #lee!reader #ler!mha x lee!reader #hawks x reader #mha x reader fluff #mha tickles #villain!hawks #hawks x fem!reader #shy!reader #ler!hawks

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miekasa · 3 years

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any spare levi headcanons tonight????? 😁😁😁😁

Sure, why not, he is the love of my life after all. These are pretty random, and fit in some sort of generalized modern boyfriend au. Hopelessly domestic, as that is the nature of nearly everything I write for Levi, anyway. Also still terribly obsessed with the idea of him with a motorcycle, so there’s that.

He owns at least six black blazers. They’re nearly identical; slight differences in texture and cut, one with lapels, one that’s boldly all leather that you swear you’ve never seen him wear. They’re kind of his go-to staple, other than a sweater.

That being said, he doesn’t exclusively wear all black. His closet leans towards more neutrals, sure, but he’s not allergic to color. You might not catch him wearing neon orange on the average day, but he’s not averse to a nice shade of green, any shade of purple that suits his mood, even a softer pink.

He has towels and rags he sets aside especially for you when he comes over. He always washes them and put them back in place when you leave so that they’re ready to go for next time.

Claims to not have any attachment to the shows/dramas you watch, but he’s totally backseat watching. Halfway into every single series, he starts sitting down when you turn it on, and scoffs at dumb decisions the characters make.

He splurged on one of those frame TVs that look like a painting when they’re idle. It was a good investment in his opinion.

He doesn’t hate Starbucks drinks—there’s worse things out there in terms of quality of tea. What he despises about the establishment is the way they call out names for you to pick up your order. He’s learned that mobile order ahead is the way to go.

Has slippers for around the house, so consequently, you have slippers for walking around his house. He keeps both pairs (and a few extra for friends and guests) tucked neatly beside the door for easy access; yours always go next to his.

Does not understand the purpose of a robe. Buy him one tho and he will suddenly find an excuse to wear it: making breakfast, lounging around watching TV, doing some light cleaning and dusting. It’s comfy, alright, he can admit that much.

The little puppy you got him that he swore he was not going to warm up to now gets the royal treatment. The best doggie goods and treats, top rated shampoos, cutest drying towels, even a miniature couch he constructed just for the pup. They’re best friends, there’s no breaking that bond now.

Speaking of the puppy, affectionately named Captain, Levi can be found walking him every day shortly after work. They have a few different routes, but they always pass by the local vendors/market, who enthusiastically anticipate their appearance every day. Some of the older ladies running stands have even taken to bringing a few treats with them for Captain—after bundling up some goods for Levi, too, of course.

Captain also has a special doggy backpack Levi uses for when he’s on his motorcycle. If you follow anybody on TikTok in his area, you’re bound to see at least one video of the pup while Levi’s out riding. He’s become viral on social media without even knowing it.

(When you show him a video someone posted of him and Captain with well over 100k likes, and a million views, he only rolled his eyes. But remembers that particularly day; remembers the folks had a kid who politely asked to pet the dog, so he let him. He also maybe asks you to send the link to him).

On the subject of the motorcycle, there was a good few weeks he wouldn’t let you on it. Always found an excuse, a smart reply that was punctuated with gentle push on your forehead and calling you too clumsy for it. Later, you found out it’s because he’d ordered you a helmet; didn’t want to risk you riding without one.

He always keeps it in the storage compartment should he make a stop to pick you up while he’s riding; and he usually wears at least two layers to have a spare to wrap you in before you get on.

When he cooks, he always makes sure there’s enough for leftovers and/or to give you some later. He also bakes frequently, and at least once a week, he stops by with some kind of treat for you—“Trying out a new recipe, let me know if you think it’s missing anything.”

On the subject of food, he won’t police what you eat to annoying extent; he knows that not everybody has the time or will to make pasta from scratch like he does. But, he will smack your wrist if you consider ordering fast food when you’re over at this place. Give him 30 minutes and a single pan, he’ll make something much better than whatever you can find on Uber Eats.

Really, though, he doesn’t mean to obnoxious about the homemade food thing, it’s more habit for him. Growing up, he had to learn to be resourceful, so buying fast-food isn’t ever at the forefront of his mind. Cooking for you also turns out to be something somewhat intimate that he enjoys, so just let him.

Once bought an Apple Watch because he liked the look of them, it wasn’t insanely expensive like other high end watches, and it could connect to his other devices, so why not? A week later he returned it, the ping of his notifications were in one too many places for his liking.

You tried to convince him to keep it—“At least for when you’re jogging! It can track your activity and calories!”—but he clicks his teeth. He’ll survive without keeping track of them.

He learned the hard way that jogging with Captain is no good. His legs are too tiny and Levi ended up carrying the puppy the entire time. Captain is more of a walk dog… or ride on the back of his bike dog.

If you changed anything in his phone settings—like the ringtone for you contact, or the sound his keyboard makes—he wouldn’t go back in and try to figure out how to reset it. Unless it was something obnoxious, like adding an autocorrect shortcut to say something lewd.

He doesn’t really listen to music when he’s just walking. When he’s on a run, that’s fine, but he somewhat prefers to just… hear the environment around him when he’s on a stroll or a break from work. The only reason he’d have headphones on in public is to take a phone call, but even then, he’d prefer to wait until he’s somewhere more private.

He likes having you over at his apartment and has contemplated asking you to move in. He doesn’t want to rush anything, though, so he’s content with your sleepovers for now. (Though he really cannot fathom that you call them “sleepovers” like you’re 14. Please).

He speaks to his mother at least once a week, and she always asks about you. Levi tells her that you’re fine, gives her small updates about you, but Kuchel really just wants to know when the wedding is. He pretends to be busy whenever she starts asking and conveniently ends the call.

Occasionally, he’ll stop by and take you out for lunch. Depends on how much time he has during the day for himself, but he always enjoys sharing a meal with you.

Whenever you’re out with your friends drinking, Levi will pick you up. Even if you already told him that you’d Uber home; as soon as you text him that you’re going to leave soon, he’s already on his way.

He makes pretty good cocktails himself. Teases you for running his alcohol supply dry when the truth is he has more of your favorites in his cabinet than his own. He secretly likes the way you flirt with him when you’re tipsy.

You don’t always cuddle on top of each other when you sleep together. You can just lay by each other and that’s enough; but sometimes, you catch Levi turning towards you in his sleep, reaching for your hand. His body seems to search for yours subconsciously, and you swear there’s a hint of a smile on his sleeping face when you put your hand within reach.

Do not try to pay for dinner when you’re out with him. He’ll pull the “I’m going to use the restroom” move and pay the bill behind your back if he needs to. Open your own doors, maybe; pull out your own chairs, sure if you want; but not this.

He flosses very diligently every night. Mostly because he fucking hates the dentist, so if he takes the extra steps and is extra careful with his teeth, he doesn’t have to go as often, right?—Wrong, it’s the one time the roles are reversed, and you and Hange have to wrestle him into the doctor’s office.

On the flip side, if there are any doctors you routinely avoid and/or forget to schedule check ups for, fear not, because Levi will do it for you. He’ll drive you there, too—the only caveat being, that he usually doesn’t tell you where you’re going until you’re almost there. You think he’s doing the mysterious man surprise date thing and then boom, he’s pulling up to the ophthalmologist. Good luck.

He’s purchased a physical, paper copy of the news on every one of your anniversaries, birthdays, and other special occasions. He keeps them all neatly tucked away in a drawer. Sometimes, he looks back on them—sees what was happening in the world around you on that day. Maybe someday he’ll cut them up and bind them together in a book for you.

He doesn’t like having headphones in when you’re home with him, and preferred if you didn’t either—unless it was for work or school. He welcomes you to use his speakers and play your music aloud; he likes listening to what you listen to. If you look closely, you can catch him humming along or tapping his foot when he really likes a song.

Saves pictures you send him in an album in his camera roll. Occasionally can be found scrolling through them—particularly if you’ve been away on a trip, or he hasn’t gotten the chance to see you because of conflicting schedules.

He takes relatively short showers and doesn’t have a strong preference for the water temperature, so he lets you shower first. Unless you want him to join you, of course.

It’s not hard to tell when Levi wants you. He becomes noticeably more touchy, even if that margin isn’t too wide by anyone else’s standards; and he rarely tries to hide it. It only happens in the privacy of your apartments; but he’ll come on to you—leaning a bit further into conversations, a hand on your knee, a kind of cloudy look in his eyes.

Sometimes he forgoes the attempts at being subtle, just kisses you out the blue, carefully backs you up against the wall, puts his hands on your hips. He can be awfully direct when given the opportunity.

#anonymous #[dreamy sight] levi where art thou levi.......... i am yearning deeply #levi x reader #aot x reader #levi smut #levi fluff #snk x reader #aot imagines

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owlheartt · 3 years

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I told myself I have until noon today to keep writing this. Then I have to do my homework. Anyways, have chapter 2!!!

Inspired by @calcium-cat's fanfic OSD, chapter 1, chapter 3, and @limeshiper wanted to be tagged but Tumblr won't let me tag you????

Horror was fine. Well, not fine, but he didn’t need Cross just sitting here. Cross had found a bouncy ball that he was now throwing against the wall, waiting for news on Dream. He was betting it would be a bit, and was beginning to wonder what all Nightmare was planning when the skeleton of the hour appeared in a disheveled rage.

“You’re back soo-”

“Where did you get that?” Nightmare growled.

“Uhhh.” Cross glanced at the clear, glittery bouncy ball in his hand. “I dunno, just found it on the shelf.” He jerked his head to a small bookshelf on the wall. “...Is it not going well?”

“It is going perfectly fine.” Nightmare glanced at Horror, who was napping on the couch. “Change of plans. Go downstairs and get Dream, there’s been some complications. Do not mention my name at all, refer to me solely as Boss. Keep him in one place, preferably not the dungeons, and avoid answering awkward questions. Feel free to decide what the awkward questions are yourself.”

Nightmare raised an eyebrow at Cross, only for the skeleton to jump a little.

“Uh, yes sir! Er, yes Boss! Uh, why-?” As soon as Cross gave his confirmation, Nightmare opened up a portal to Sci’s lab, charging past the befuddled skeleton. That was… bizarre, to say the least. Why not keep Dream in the dungeons? Why call Nightmare Boss? What awkward questions? Why not say dangerous questions? Cross threw a glance at Horror before taking a shortcut to the basement. Was that… crying? He dashed into the cell and. Huh.

Cross stared at the bawling child. This… this couldn’t be Dream. Dream was big and tough and on the offensive. This was just a kid. And unfortunately, Cross didn’t have experience with kids. He glanced around before quickly scooping up the kid. Oh jeez, oh heck. Little hands grabbed his jacket and scarf. The kids eyes were squeezed shut, and it looked like he had tapped out of the surrounding world. Ok. Ok. Cross could deal with this. Maybe.

“It’s uh, it’s going to be ok…?” Cross tried. He adjusted a hand to pat Dreams back, but Dream jerked away. His eyes flung open and he stared at Cross with startling awareness.

“Y-you-” Dream paused, thinking in a way a frightened kid just didn’t. Maybe Dream and Nightmare were smarter when they were kids? Or was Dream just smaller and hadn’t lost his memories and Cross had just screwed up big time? “Who are you?!” The kid finally squeaked. Cross relaxed a little. Dream didn’t remember him. Memories gone.

“I’m Cross, what’s your name?” Was he supposed to know Dream’s name? How much did Dream know? What did Nightmare mean with “awkward questions?!?”

“My name is Dream,” Dream said carefully. “What are you going to do?”

“I’m… I was given orders to take care of you!” Cross said, faking a cheery attitude. What is he going to do with a kid?!?!?!

“Oh, ok.” Dream sniveled, swiping at his nose with a sleeve. He started crying again, softer this time. More hiccupy than world breaking. Cross hesitantly rubbed his back before taking a quick shortcut to his room. This ought to be suitable. He set Dream down on his bed, where the kid quickly curled up on his side. Searching around the room for tissues (and debating if he wanted to part with some chocolate) Cross tugged out his phone.

Crisscross-applesauce: guys hepl

It would probably be a bit till-

FeelingStabby: I’m busy, make it fast

Crisscross-applesauce: howd o youtaek acre ofa kdi

Cross only realized how that must sound after he sent it. That is, if Killer could even manage to read it.

Dynamite: What.

FeelingStabby: i thought you were going to ask something about Horror

Dynamite: Hey aren’t you supposed to be making dinner?

Crisscross-applesauce: buys pleas hlep

Dynamite: Only if you can fix those typos.

Crisscross-applesauce: I MBEGIGN YUO

FeelingStabby: Why do you have a kid with you anyways where did it come from

Cross sighed and shoved his phone back into his pocket. This wasn’t going to be worth it. His friends would either give obscure answers or would devolve into teasing. It was worth a try. He finally located the tissues and with a bit of reluctance snagged a chocolate bar before sitting on the bed with Dream.

“W-what were you doing?” Dream eyed Cross’s pocket wearily, though he looked too worn out to do anything about it.

“Just texting some friends. Would you like a tissue?” Cross held the box out to him. A trembling hand reached out to it, delicately holding onto a tissue. Dream’s hands were so small. Actually, the whole way he was acting was weirdly small. Almost like he was doing it on purpose, shriveling up on himself so that he’s less noticeable, less of a threat.

“Texting friends?” Dream looked vaguely confused. Had he never seen a phone before? Nightmare did say he was old…

“Uh, yea. It’s like writing a mini letter and then your phone sends it for you,” Cross said. Dream still looked confused, but he didn’t ask further. “Would you like some chocolate..?” Cross held the bar out to Dream, setting down the tissue box between them. Dream eyed it wearily, glancing back at his pocket. Cross had assumed that kid Dream would be more trusting, (from what little Nightmare told them, and how hard Dream tried to convince them to stop fighting) but this kid seemed to be worried that Cross would try and kill him. Maybe Nightmare had told him some scary things.

“It’s perfectly safe to eat, here.” Cross opened the bar and broke off two bits, eating one himself and holding out the other to Dream. Dream stared at Cross’s phone a bit more, then took the chocolate.

“Thank you,” Dream said, though it was a bit muffled by the chocolate in his mouth. After he swallowed, he asked Cross another question. “Who are your friends?”

“Well, there’s Horror, Dust, and Killer. Oh, and Boss, but I don’t think he’s in a good mood right now.” Cross shifted a bit, hearing how threatening his friend’s names were.

“...Boss?” Dream asked. Cross handed him the rest of the chocolate bar (the kid was staring at it pretty intently) before responding.

“Yea, Boss. He found us and brought us here, so we volunteered to work for him,” Cross said. He got the sense that Nightmare wouldn’t want him sharing all of this, but he did say that Cross could deem what questions shouldn’t be answered.

“Just like me…” Dream replied absently.

“Huh?”

“Uhm, the uh, big goopy skeleton said that he found me and brought me here too.” Dream turned away, shoving chocolate into his mouth as if to avoid further questioning.

“Yea, that’s Boss. He finds lost things.” And it was true. They had all been lost, and Nightmare had found them. Nightmare had a tendency to brush it off, “you’re useful to me” or whatever, but he had saved them when he didn’t need to.

“Oh.”

“Yea,” Cross felt pretty awkward.

“...Do you have any games?” Dream turned back to him.

“Uh, maybe, let me look around. I don’t think Boss would like it if I left you alone, so we’ll have to make do with whatever is in here.”

#owl's writing #osd fanfic #fanfic #dream sans #cross sans #nightmare sans #nightmare's gang #horror sans #killer sans #fuck it I don't feel like tagging everyone every single time I'm just gonna put in nightmare's gang

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butterfly effect: one

His mouth is slightly ajar, surely shocked to be seeing the girl of his past so far from where he had left her. I myself try to compute what I am seeing, but my brain is running so fast from the adrenaline, the gravity of what is occurring hardly registers.

It’s Harry, and he’s here and the two of you need to get out of there right now.

Word Count: 6k+

Includes: mob!h, mentions of blood, scary dudes late at night, and the set up for my favourite story I’ve ever written!

A/N: guys I am so excited about this story! I swear writing this is the only thing holding me together (so don’t let it flop lmao). It is 2AM pray for me.

My inbox is open for anyone who wants to chat about this series! I love to gab, and constructive criticism is very much appreciated. I want this to be as good as possible!!

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now

It is not until it is already too late that I realise I should have just ordered an uber.

Alex was very insistent that I order one home from my late shift at the pub. He had even offered to split the cost, knowing without needing to ask this was the cause of my hesitation. It wasn’t that I couldn’t afford it. Strictly speaking, I could. I was just keenly aware of the amount of material I could buy with the amount a late night uber in London would cost me. I would never take him up on his offer. He needed the money just as much as I did.

“It’s okay, I’m good for it,” I gave him a little smile. He was sitting in front of his mirror in his room, midway through getting ready for work. I had simply come to say goodbye before I left for my shift when he had grabbed me by the hand and demanded I ordered an uber home.

“Babe, you have to promise me.”

“I promise!” I stared exaggeratedly into his eyes as I spoke, emphasising my honesty.

In that moment, I made peace with the money I would be losing from my fabric budget. I calculated this budget, of course, by subtracting living expenses from my weekly income. My best friend wanted to make sure I got home safe, wanted the peace of mind while he was working that I would be fine. Who was I to say no to that?

“Make sure you text me when you get into the uber and once you make it up to the apartment.” My chest flooded with warmth at the love and care in his voice. It was moments like these I really sat back and thanked my lucky stars that Alex was in my life.

So, of course I was just going to bite the bullet and order the uber. Of course.

Except, well.

I couldn’t help but think how quickly I got from our place to work. We had picked the apartment just one short month ago, heavily considering the advantage of its walking distance to my work. The King’s Arms was just one block up and down the road. It was barely a fifteen-minute walk. Shorter than that if I took the shortcut down the alleyway back to our block, saving me from walking further down the road and looping back around. It would probably take me longer to get home via uber, once you account for the time spent waiting for it to arrive.

A ten-minute walk home wouldn’t kill me, surely.

The contemplation was pushed from my mind for the duration of my busy Saturday night shift. It was my least favourite shift of the week, as I spent each week chasing after middle aged men getting rowdy in the excitement of watching whatever sport was on TV. The King’s Arm was small, but it was a local favourite known for its homey pub meals, reasonably priced pints and good atmosphere. Much to my contempt they didn’t keep a large staff pool, preferring a smaller, well-trained, reliable bunch. Which was great in theory until it left me to run around like my hair is on fire on a night as busy as tonight.

I was capable of serving everyone well and in a timely manner, but it wasn’t exactly a stroll in the park. More like a seven-hour long sprint, with a half hour break in the middle.

As the final game for the night ended, the crowd slowly but surely thinned until just a couple of small groups remained.

“Hey y/n, are you okay to lock up by yourself if I head home in five?” my manager, Rachel asked me half an hour before close. “I have some time I need to take back,” she added in explanation.

“Of course, you go get out of here.” I knew she wasn’t lying when she said she had some time to take back, putting in all sorts of extra hours to keep the place in tip top shape. I liked Nicola, and I had certainly been working there long enough to handle a couple of customers and lock up by myself. Even if I didn’t like Rachel and thought she was slacking off, I couldn’t exactly argue. She was both my boss and the owner’s daughter, probably not far off becoming the owner herself.

“Are you sure?” She asked, eyeing the few men still seated, probably triple checking she didn’t think they were any kind of threat.

“Yes,” I laughed, “now scram, before I change my mind.”

“Alright if you insist,” she said, already making her way towards her bag.

“Ring me if you need anything! Good night!” She called over her shoulder as she exited through the kitchen door. The cook had gone home ten minutes earlier, the pub serving only drinks the hour before close at midnight.

“Night!” I called back.

I made quick work of what little cleaning there was left to do, and gently reminded the remaining patrons we closed in half an hour. To my surprise they were agreeable and friendly, one of them instantly assuring me, “Don’t worry love we’ll be out of your hair soon, won’t make you stay back late.”

Usually the kind of people that were in the pub this late had no care for closing time, believing that pertained simply to whenever they decided they wanted to leave.

True to his word, everyone was out with ten minutes to spare and I was able to clean their dishes and tables with the remaining time they had granted me. I locked the door to The King’s Arms at 12 o’clock on the dot and riding the high of such an easy close, took not a moment in deciding I was in fact going to walk home.

To Alex: Just ordered an uber!

I felt guilty lying, but I would rather lie than have Alex worrying over nothing. I would be home in a flash, keys secured firmly in between my knuckles the whole way. I felt far safer on the move than waiting out the front of work for an uber anyway.

I kept a fast pace, left only to debate whether I took my shortcut or stuck to the street. I checked over my shoulder, and seeing absolutely no one around, made a quick right turn into the alleyway between two buildings.

I grabbed my phone from my back pocket as I heard the ding of a text notification. I glance down at my screen, reading as I walk.

From Alex: Amazing! I should be home in a couple hours, text me when you get home safe. Love you x

I don’t register the hushed growling tones as I continue making my way down the alley, still looking down at my phone as I type a simple ‘love you’ in reply. It isn’t uncommon to hear the conversations of tenants on the lower levels of these apartment buildings as you walk down the street. Walls are thin and many windows generally left open. It is easy to consign this particular conversation among the other non-threatening city sounds until I eventually look back up from my phone.

I am immediately faced with a most unfavourable scene, under the single light that illuminates this alley, are the two men who I now recognise to be the source of the argument I had barely registered. The first man is tall, dressed in all black, thick muscles protruding through his t-shirt. He towered over the second man who contrasted him starkly in his bright red adidas tracksuit. The tall man’s presence would be dominating the space, even if he didn’t have his dark forearm pressed firmly against the smaller man’s throat.

I clamp a hand over my mouth, stopping myself from yelping stupidly and drawing attention to myself. They haven’t noticed my presence. A witness to whatever it was that was occurring here.

“See all I’m hearing is excuses, bruv,” the tall man’s accent is distinctly that of someone from South London. His tone is aggressive, but even. He knows he has the upper hand and it is clearly not his first rodeo threatening people. This is exactly the kind of person I could’ve avoided encountering by simply ordering an uber.

I snap out of my shocked daze and start to turn to make a swift and stealthy departure. I’m no fool. I know there is a definitive gang presence around here. I also know, if you leave them alone, they too shall (hopefully)leave you. All hopes of making such an exit are of course foiled as soon as my foot connects with an empty beer bottle on my first step.

The two men’s heads snap towards me instantly. I expect the shorter man to ask for help, to say something, but his mouth remains clamped shut. Gang business. He is in a bigger mess than someone like me can ever save him from. The taller man’s eyes narrow. After the briefest moments of standing there frozen, caught, I spin on my heel and run as fast as my feet can carry me.

I run back to the route I should have taken, cursing myself all the way for being naïve enough to believe that nothing bad could happen to me on something as simple as a walk home from work. That women who were raped, kidnapped and murdered from off the street were somehow removed from me. That was something only on the news in my world. Not something that was possibly about to occur.

My heart hammers in my chest as I make the split-second decision, I am safer running all the way home than running as far as I can from the scene of the crime. I’m going to run all the way up the stairs to my fifth-floor apartment, and I am going to lock the door behind me. I turn the corner back up to my block, not slowing down for a second.

I am so quick in fact, that as I come flying around the next corner towards my apartment, I nearly barrel straight into someone. He was clearly walking with some pace too, because he narrowly prevents us crashing into each other head on, but he is a second too slow in his reaction time because I trip straight over his feet. I hardly even see him, even as I am falling straight over him. All I see is brown hair and a dark suit before I’m staring straight at the pavement flying towards my face. I barely manage to throw my forearms out to break my fall as I hit the pavement at speed.

“Jesus,” the man mutters, but the only thing I can hear is my heavy breathing and my own blood pounding in my ears.

I’m on the ground now, I register for a second before my flight response kicks back in.

I don’t even feel the sting of the scrapes with the adrenaline coursing through me, already attempting to scramble up and get as far away as possible from this stranger. “I’m so sorry!” I manage to call as I pick myself and my keys up, gearing up to get moving once more.

“Honey?”

No. It absolutely could not possibly be. There was only one person on this planet who had ever called me by that name.

I stop dead in my tracks. That voice. It’s deeper than I remember but undoubtedly familiar. Familiar seems too simple a word. That voice had echoed around the halls of my brain for years. Even now, six years later, it was not gone but buried, waiting for a simple trigger to spark my memory and bring that beautiful sound back to the forefront my mind. Some days I swear I remembered it like I had just heard it moments ago.

Except now, I really had heard him.

Slowly, I turned to face him.

It’s Harry, and he’s here and the two of you need to get out of there right now.

Before he can verbalise any of the questions on the tip of his tongue, I grab his hand in my own, and yank him forward as I continue running home.

Realistically, I know that we now outnumber whoever it was that may be coming after me and I know even six years since I’ve last seen him, I am always safe with Harry. He proved that in many ways, and more than once, while I knew him. I was not, however, willing to risk the tall man pulling a knife on Harry. I didn’t even want to put him in a situation where it was a battle of fists. Though I did know from experience he could more than hold his own.

“What’s going on?” he yells as we run down the street, rapidly approaching the exit of the alleyway I had fled.

I gradually reduce our pace until we are speed-walking past the alleyway. Tempted as I am to see if they are still there, I keep my eyes trained forward, praying they aren’t there watching us as we pass by.

As soon as we have cleared it, I’m straight back to my running pace, forcing Harry to accelerate speed once more.

“I’ll explain inside,” I call over my shoulder in answer to his earlier question.

Now that I felt a degree safer with Harry’s presence, I had the capacity to feel thankful I had opted for a boiler suit and converse for tonight to accommodate for the Saturday night rush. This run would have been hell if I had worn a skirt and a heeled boot instead.

“Inside where?” He’s laughing as he speaks and as the fear loosens its grip on me, the déjà vu begins to battle for dominance. That laugh had brightened my every day for long enough to leave a mark on my soul. Fleeting as it was, that single sound reignited the shine it had once left.

His question was answered when we came to a screeching halt in front of my apartment. It took me two tries to input my security code correctly, my brain and hands both moving quickly, but not quite matching up. Eventually, the door clicked, and I was able to swing it open, tugging Harry in after me.

I didn’t stop dragging him along behind me until we had taken all five flights of stairs up to my apartment two at a time.

“y/n…” he attempted to grab my attention when we first entered the building, but I was not to be deterred until we had reached the absolute safety of my apartment. I shushed him, not wanting to receive a noise complaint from my new neighbours. I supposed having such a thought was a good sign, my consciousness beginning to register it was not in any imminent danger.

I huffed and puffed as we landed at the doorstep of apartment 5B, the place I loved to call home. Harry, I noticed, was barely short of breath. He had always been a runner when we were in high school. I wondered if he kept up the habit even now.

My hands shook as I located the correct key on my chain, body still shaking from the excitement of the events of the past five minutes. I struggled to align the key with the lock with my left hand, unthinking of the fact my right was still firmly in Harry’s hold.

“Let me,” he murmured, already moving his right hand to take the key. I said nothing, simply surrendering it over to him.

His hands were steady as anything as he turned the key, granting us entrance into my home. I released a breath I didn’t realise I had been holding. I finally stopped just past the door, my back to Harry as he shut it behind him. I took a few deep breaths, trying so desperately to ground myself.

Was any of this even real? The sketchy characters I could believe in a heartbeat, Harry Styles’ presence, however, was harder to grasp.

But there his hand was, in my own, even if I couldn’t see him.

Harry stood back and let me take this moment to myself, keenly aware of how much I needed it. He knew I needed to take pause and re-centre myself otherwise I would only shut down. He was also aware of my injured state though, even if I wasn’t.

“y/n, you’re bleeding.”

“Oh,” my head snapped back to look at my arm. In the rush to get home, the blood from the scrapes on my arm had run down my arm and dripped into our connected hands. I quickly released my grasp on him. “Jesus, I’m sorry.”

“A little bit of blood never hurt anyone,” he quickly dismissed. “Unless you’re the one that’s bleeding, in which case you better get cleaned up as soon as possible.

“Luckily you have me here to play nurse. Just lead the way to the nearest bathroom,” he gave me a little cheeky grin, clearly trying to lift your spirits. The subtle playfulness is not as natural as it once was, but it is certainly reminiscent of our old dynamic. The surrealism of this whole thing goes straight to my head, clouding my ability to form full, coherent thoughts.

Somehow, I manage to come out with, “I think you mean our only bathroom,” in response.

He grunts a laugh, but he hasn’t missed the use of the word our.

I walk like a zombie, leading him through the hallway past the living room and the kitchen to the bathroom. I hold my forearms up in an attempt to redirect the flow of the blood and prevent it from dripping from my fingertips onto the floor. As I slowly came out of survival mode, my awareness of the stinging of my forearms became increasingly prominent. I was sure my hip and knees were going to be bruised pretty badly too. I really hadn’t managed to slow down at all before all my momentum came crashing into the cement.

“Do you have a first aid kit?” He asks upon our arrival to the bathroom.

“Under the sink.”

My eyes trail over the mess Alex and I had left in our rush to get ready.

I tend to procrastinate getting ready for as long as possible, busying myself with just about anything else. Generally, it will be tidying up the mess I’ve made during the day, only for me to create a whole new one in my hurry to get ready for my shift on time. Alex on the other hand, always leaves plenty of time to perfect his look before leaving for the night. Despite having the time to do so, he never cleans as he goes. Leaving his many products and deliberated outfits spread far and wide. Luckily most of his mess was confined to his bedroom, the only trace of him in the bathroom skincare and hair products (though there wasn’t a limited amount of those, either).

“I’m sorry for the mess,” I speak quietly watching Harry get his bearings, standing helplessly as I bled, hands still raised.

“Nonsense,” he doesn’t look at me as he speaks, jumping into action.

Harry turns the faucet on in the sink before opening the cupboard door and grabbing the first aid kid out. It was actually sort of a miracle Alex and I had one. It had been on a list of “Things You Need for a New Apartment” I had googled, scared we were missing important things. At the time, I had deliberated longer than necessary over whether to get one. I couldn’t remember the last time I had required anything more than a band aid for any given ailment. The deciding factor had been the memory of Alex getting into a couple of scrapes while out over the years. It had never been anything major, the worst injury he ever sustained being a bruised jaw, but it was better to be safe than sorry, I decided.

Turns out, that decision was for the best.

He gently touches his fingertips to my right arm, which had copped the brunt of it. With the softest touch, he delicately guided my arm under the stream of water. As I stepped forward to lean over the sink and wash away the dirt of the footpath, he stepped backwards, giving me my space.

I winced at the initial contact of the water as it ran red. I risked a glance at my reflection. Sweaty brow, the light lazy work makeup I had applied half off my face. I quickly diverted my gaze back to my injured arm. This was not exactly how I pictured our reunion. I had hardly ever even pictured it, I was so sure that I would never see Harry again.

I wondered if this silence was as heavy as I thought it was. Everything about him felt so familiar, yet so different. Up until this moment it felt like being in the presence of a friend, but now I realised, he was closer to a stranger.

I knew the person he once was, a sweet but fucked up kid who had been forced to become a man too early. Someone who had his walls a mile high around almost everyone. Almost. The boy who painted his nails on lunch breaks and was friends with everyone but somehow also no one. Until he was friends with me. Then he was the boy who always sat to my left from the first bell of the school day to the last. Back then, I knew him from the inside out, just as he knew me.

He was my greatest joy of those years. Then he was my greatest heartbreak. Now, he was just some guy I used to know who I had plucked straight up off the street, looking very out of place in what was clearly a designer suit in my tiny apartment.

He looked through the first aid kit as I ensured the entirety of the scrape was rinsed. It extended most of the way from my elbow to my wrist, but more pressingly in my mind, it now stung like a bitch. Once the water rain clear as it ran off my arm, I moved onto the much smaller and shallower scrape on my left elbow, working quickly to get it clean.

Most of the bleeding had stopped, only a few spots on my right arm still dotting with blood. I leaned over the sink to prevent the water from dripping onto the floor.

I cleared my throat, nervous to break the silence.

“Can you please grab me that towel?” I nodded my head towards the black hand towel hung behind Harry.

His eyes snapped upwards from the first aid kit he had been busying himself with. I was sure he had been surveying it more thoroughly than strictly necessary, trying to detract from the awkward energy which had crept up on us. We made brief eye contact through the mirror. My breath caught in my throat. The moment was over as soon as it began as he turned wordlessly to grab the towel.

He holds it in his hand, hesitating before handing it over, “Did you want me to…?” he trails off, growing awkward in his offer. He regretted the words as soon as they were out of his mouth. She barely knows you, back off, he tells himself.

“No that’s okay,” I speak gently, and he quickly passes the towel to me. I get to work patting my arms down delicately.

“Thank you though,” I add, hating the unsure look on his face. I meet his eye, giving him a smile I hope is reassuring.

“Okay, let’s get you sitting down so I can fix you up,” he returns your smile with a slight upturn of the right side of his mouth.

I relocate to the little dining table Alex and I had bought at Ikea just a week prior. Harry isn’t far behind, washing his hands before joining me to tend to my wounds. He lays out everything he is going to need from the first aid kit before holding his hand out. Like an idiot, I stare at his hand without moving for a beat too long before jerkily offering my right arm up.

He laughs silently as he turns my arm over, analysing it carefully.

“So, do you often go for runs at midnight?” He asks as he unscrews the lid on the Vaseline.

“Yeah all the time. I just don’t normally take people from the street with me.”

“Is that all I am? A person on the street?” He tries to keep his tone light, but I can tell he was hurt by my choice of words.

I expect to feel guilty, but a burst of anger I thought I had long gotten over flares in my chest. It isn’t as red hot and overwhelming as it had been years before – I’d definitely had my fair share of time to cool off – but I’m still surprised by the sting of it.

He was the one that made himself a stranger to me, and now he’s upset when I’m stating the fact that he made a reality.

Despite myself, I tried not to come across too harshly in my response. I was never one for confrontation.

“I mean, I haven’t heard from you in six years.”

He is very careful not to lift his eyes from my injuries as he carefully applies the petroleum jelly. I stare down at him, desperate to catch his eye.

There’s a pause as I wait for him to offer some kind of explanation. Some perfectly good reason why my best friend and first love left town without telling me why, or where he was going, and then never contacted me again.

When he doesn’t fill the silence, I sigh as quietly as I can manage. You don’t really know him, I remind myself. I practically kidnapped him, I can’t just go asking him to rehash history. It was so clear that he was what he had wanted me to be. History.

“I just mean, I don’t really know you anymore. I’m sorry I grabbed you like that, I just,” I hissed at the sting of his first aid, “I was walking home from work and I saw these really sketchy looking guys.”

“Sketchy looking?” He finally looked up at me, raising an eyebrow questioningly.

“Well I guess they didn’t really look sketchy in their appearance particularly, it was more the fact that one of them was practically choking the other. They were arguing over something. I think it was something to do with some of the gangs around here,” I attempted a nonchalant tone, not wanting to worry him. The less phased I seemed, the better. I had caused him enough trouble. The only thing that was probably stopping him from running for the hills and never looking back (again) was guilt.

I go on to explain how I’d kicked that stupid beer bottle and taken off running, “which is when I ran into you. I’m really sorry about that, by the way. I’m so glad I didn’t take you down with me I think I would’ve died of a mix of guilt and embarrassment right then and there.”

“It wasn’t your fault, Ho-“he cut himself before his mouth could form that name he had so affectionately given you. “I’m the one who feels guilty, if not for my big, slow feet you wouldn’t have bit the dust.” I laugh at his turn of phrase.

His face suddenly grows serious. “Your head is okay, right?”

Instinctively, my left hand shoots up to the back of my head, ghosting over the slight bump hidden under my hair. The scar tissue was ever so minimally raised, only perceptible to a knowing touch. I retract my hand bashfully, slightly embarrassed by my knee jerk reaction.

“It’s fine,” I match his serious tone, before lightening it up, “as you can see, I managed to break most of my fall,” I gesture to my right arm he has paused work on.

He holds my gaze for a moment longer, discerning whether he thinks I am downplaying anything. He picks up the dressing, moving onto the next phase of his treatment plan.

“And they don’t feel broken? You can move your wrists okay without too much pain?”

My heart swells at his concern. I stamp out the small joy as soon as it flared up. It’s guilt that’s fuelling him. Nothing else.

I shake my head no. He looks up once more, having missed the gesture in his concentration. “Sorry! No. All bumps and bruises. I’m fine honestly, I probably majorly overexaggerated the whole thing and freaked out for nothing. I’m really sorry about all this, its so late at night.”

“Don’t apologise,” he says firmly. “It’s not your fault and you did exactly the right thing by making a break fo’ it. You never know what could’ve happened. Ya’ know. Out late. By yourself. In the dark.”

My face burned red with shame, but also defiance. I knew what I did was stupid and extremely risky, but I also didn’t think I needed a lecture about it in this moment. The fear still coursing through me and my scraped-up arms were surely lesson enough.

“I could say the same thing to you,” I countered.

We both knew my argument didn’t hold up very well. He was a man out alone at night. There was obviously a risk there, but it wasn’t the same.

We also both knew, I wasn’t really trying to start a debate. Just signalling to him I didn’t want to get into it and wanted to move on.

“I was walking to the tube from a mate’s place,” he explained simply, letting me off the hook.

He had begun to tape the dressing down to my skin, securing it safely. He worked expertly. Even if I didn’t already know, I would have said this was one of many times he had done some at home first aid.

“In a designer suit?” I questioned. There were two things I was asking, but also not saying. Was this the kind of ‘mate’ you wine and dine before going home with them? And what happened to that poor kid from Holmes Chapel I once knew?

“I came straight from work.”

Jesus he wasn’t giving me a lot to work with in the way of details.

“Oh,” I say lamely, not wanting to pry. As much as I could tell myself (and him) that I didn’t really know him anymore and he was basically a stranger, it still hurt to be treated like one. We used to be so open with one another. The one thing I ever kept from him was how I truly felt about him.

“I work in finance,” he offers up after a beat of silence. “It uh- I’m pretty lucky to have the job I do,” he alludes to his financial standing, obviously wanting to acknowledge the contrast comparative to how I knew him. A boy not even of eighteen, fending for himself while trying to complete his high school education.

My face practically split in two with the size of the smile on my face at his words. “I’m so happy for you, Harry,” I say, hoping he can see how genuinely I mean it.

“Thank you.”

“Are you happy, H?” The question slips out before I can stop it. Internally, I kick myself. Externally, I try to keep my face neutral, yet interested. That’s a perfectly normal question to ask. Totally.

“Um,” he switches to my left elbow, making quicker work of the smaller wound. “I think so. In my experience you never realise how happy you are until you aren’t. But still, I think I am.”

“Good,” I say firmly. “I’m glad.”

“What about you?” He turns the questioning back on you. “What’s your story?”

“Oh, you know. The sad story of the girl chasing a dream,” I nodded my head towards the sewing machine stationed at the other end of the table.

“Don’t say that!” His tone jests, but he is serious as he speaks. “I think it would be far sadder if I discovered that your talent was going to waste. I’m really glad to hear that actually,” he half says the last sentence to himself, concentrating on fixing his dressing properly on the more difficult angle of my elbow.

“There you go,” he gleams as he admires his handy work. “Good as new.”

“Thank you so much, Harry. I’m so sorry for all this-“

“Not your fault,” he quickly dismisses.

“Even so, I’m sorry for all the trouble. I’ll pay for an uber home for you or something,” I try to come up with something to offer him that can even begin to repay him for his help.

“Are you going to be okay by yourself?” His brow creases in concern.

“Oh, Alex should be-“ I smack a hand over my mouth, realising I never texted him to let him know I had gotten home okay.

“Oh fuck,” I remove my hand from my mouth. I gingerly fish my phone out of my back pocket, muscles beginning to protest, the impact of that fall settling in.

Four missed calls and a flurry of text messages. My phone had automatically turned onto ‘Do Not Disturb’ mode as scheduled at 12:30. I hadn’t been notified of any of it and he had definitely assumed the worst.

“Is everything okay?”

“I forgot to text him and let him know I made it home okay,” I don’t look up as I speak, opening our text chat.

From Alex: I’m coming home

Received ten minutes ago.

“Your boyfriend?” He questioned, keeping his face impassive. That had my head shooting up.

“Uh-“ I began, but cut myself off as the unmistakeable sound of heeled feet running up the stairs to our apartment ran out loud and clear.

Shit.

Before I could even think what to say next, Alex’s key was in the lock. The door swung open, smacking the wall with the force of it.

Both Harry and Alex’s brows hit their bloody hairline I swear. Or more accurately, Lexie’s.

There my best friend and roommate stood, in full drag, light catching the sequins of the pink mini-dress I had sewn myself. If I weren’t standing there with the guiltiest expression of my life, I would be thinking about how stunning she looked.

Harry looked between the two of you, as Lexie did the same. Both trying to catch their brains up to what they were seeing. I myself was at a loss for words. I probably should have started with, “Lex, I am so sorry,” but Harry broke the silence first.

“Wow, you look amazing,” he breathed, transfixed by the look Lexie had created. Drag was an art form, and she was quite the artist. He was not the first to become enchanted upon first look, and he certainly would not be the last.

Lexie narrowed her eyes at Harry, jaw falling slightly open at the audacity of the acknowledgement in this moment. She had little patience for besotted strangers in moments like this. Her narrowed eyes moved to mine, face filling with rage.

“Lex-“ I begin, but am cut off for what seems to be the millionth time tonight with the simple raise of her hand. The close of my mouth is instant. I was not about to make this any worse.

“Bitch, if you do not have a very good explanation for this,” she breathes deeply, trying to gain her composure, “I am going to fucking kill you.”

********

As soon as he is out of your apartment and onto the street, his phone is in his hand. Fingers not able to press to type the message fast enough for his liking.

From Harry: We need to talk. I saw her.

As soon as the message was delivered, he was returning the calls he had silenced in y/n’s presence. The moment she had turned her back and left him to wash his hands, he had turned his phone to airplane mode.

“Jesus Christ bruv, I thought you were dead,” Michael joked as soon as he picked up.

The two of them had parted ways for what should’ve been five or ten minutes. Harry hadn’t seen it happen, just heard the clatter of the beer bottle as it skated along the ground and the screeching halt in the argument. He had been waiting patiently for Michael to finish working in the shadowy doorway to the side. He hadn’t seen a thing, and he was sure from his concealed position, whoever had seen Mike hadn’t seen him. So, he obligingly offered to take a walk, ensure she hadn’t gone calling the police.

He had just been bored. Ready to go home and have a drink with Michael so he could have a bitch and a moan about work. It always left him feeling better when he returned on Monday. He was killing time, that was all. He hadn’t expected to stumble over the girl who had changed everything.

Harry didn’t take time to explain his extended absence, moving straight along to what he had called for. Just like Mike, he preferred to skip the pleasantries.

“I need you to subtly divert as much traffic from this block as possible,” he didn’t ask. He never asked. It was always an instruction with him. In this business, asking nicely didn’t exactly lend itself to going far.

“What’s this about?” Harry gritted his teeth. He did not enjoy having his authority questioned. The only reason Michael would get away with it was because of their pre-existing friendship. Even then. Harry was not exactly in a forgiving mood. Made all the worse when Mike added, “This isn’t about that girl from the alley is it?”

Michael had his answer when Harry said only, “Get it done or I’ll have your fookin’ head.”

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Ok this is super cheesy but here goes; hanji: "you don't look like a professional criminal" levi: "oh sorry, let me go make myself look like Hannibal lector or something" sorry its rlly cheap but I wanna see some sort of crime au or whatever. Love ur drabbles btw! Keep it up! :)

oh gosh anon, this has been sitting in my inbox for months, i'm so sorry! might be a lil boring, but! i'm all for stupid levihan banter and it made me really happy to write this :) hope u like it!

Under the cover of night, a hooded figure crept through darkness. On the security cameras, it was nothing but a questionable shadow—blink once and it was gone. That’s how it always went.

“What the—“

Reiner turned, peering down the outdoor alleyway. His fellow security guard was no longer standing under a small lamp hanging above the corner of the building.

“B-Bertholdt?” he called?

Before Reiner could call out once more, he heard a voice whispering behind him into his right ear.

“If you open the door, I’ll let you off easy.”

Eyeing the crowbar on the ground, Reiner reached quickly. But he was too late—a hand grabbed him by the forearm. He struggled and was quickly brought to the ground.

“How could someone so small bring me down so fast??” he thought. Before he could even elbow back, he felt a needle sink into his neck, and he yelled out.

The hooded figure stood up.

“Just a small sedative—don’t worry. You won’t remember that a guy half your size took u down in less than...” He peered at his wristwatch—“20 seconds.”

As the hooded teen stood up, a small buzz vibrated in his pocket.

He unlocked his phone, the glow lighting up his face, the dark circles under his eyes now looking much more prominent.

A text from Erwin: “Levi, thermal imaging shows no one else in the building. Meet back with Nanaba in an hour.”

Levi shoved his phone back into his pocket, and got to work. He lifted a limp Reiner off the ground and dragged his arm up to the sensor, pressing his thumb against the fingerprint scanner—“Access Granted” blinked on the small screen as he heard the little click of the door unlocking from the inside. He dusted his hands off on his grey denim jeans, and crept inside.

The slight squeaking of his sneakers on the metal floor panels echoed as he searched for the room he was looking for. On his way he saw a pair of glasses resting on a side table at the end of a hallway, which he found quite strange—who’d just forget their glasses? Erwin confirmed no one else was around. After a few seconds, he decided to shrug it off.

Finally, he reached the last door in the winding hallway. Shining a special penlight, he watched as fingerprints appeared on the keypad on the doorknob, and once he figured out his code, he punched it in with the end of his penlight, and he was in.

Levi breathed a sigh of relief, and pulled down his hood. His least favorite part of the job—he had always been more of the fighter of their team, the brawn, not exactly the brains. But Mike made sure he learned how to break into computer systems, and Levi absolutely hated that process, with Mike’s constant teasing at how dense his brain was to this stuff. Levi grumbled as he sat down, figuring his way in.

Maybe 10 minutes passed, and he continued to struggle figuring his way through the complicated firewalls. In frustration he buried his head into hands for a few seconds, and took a deep breath. Before he could look back up, he suddenly felt a hand pat his back encouragingly.

“There, there, you almost got it!”

Completely startled, Levi jumped up, knocking down the chair he was sitting on and assumed a fighting stance, fists up beside his face. He was caught off guard and completely unprepared: he had no more sedative syringes left, no other weapons on hand. He stared at the person who stood before him, probably the same age as him—no more than 19—a smile on their face, brown hair falling out of the poor hair tie trying to hold the mess up, a can of soda in their right hand and a small bag of chips in their left and— they were wearing the same pair of glasses he saw outside?

His mind raced.

How did they sneak in without him noticing just now? Why are they holding snacks in their hands? Why in God’s name were they smiling at him? And most importantly, they were wearing those glasses, so they had to have been around when a Erwin did the thermal scan—how did they manage to go undetected??

Obnoxious crunching roused him from his thoughts. Mouth full of half-chewed chips, they answered: “Oh! Yes! My friend Moblit and I managed to invent this little guy help us evade thermal scanners! No one knows we’ve been spending nights here for years!” They said as they pointed down to a small metal band around their ankle.

Levi was so shocked, he didn’t even realized he said that last thought out loud. He didn’t know what to do exactly, but they didn’t… seem like a threat…

Levi grumbled, and returned to his work, and she blabbered on and on about how their “cooling band” or whatever the hell they called it work as he kept trying to break through the firewall. He almost regretted not tying them up and slapping tape over their mouth so he could concentrate—the next comment was the last straw.

“You’re pretty scrawny, I was quite shocked when I watched you take down those 2 buffoons that call themselves security guards. You know… you don't look like a professional criminal!”

Levi almost threw the keyboard against the wall.

“Oh sorry, let me go make myself look like Hannibal Lector or something, Four-Eyes!”

They smiled.

“Wow, a nickname! So we’re friends already, Levi!”

Levi paused, “…How did you know my name?”

“It’s right here! Levi Ackerman… Address: 126—“ they listed off as they read off the driver’s license ID they pulled out of his wallet.

Levi snatched his wallet back. “When the hell did you take that??”

He almost screamed in annoyance. “Instead of just sitting here annoying the hell out of me or some shit, why don’t you help me or something??”

They walked up behind Levi, rested their chin nonchalantly on his shoulder, and reached their arms around him towards the keyboard.

Levi felt blood rush to his cheeks. Why—what? Why did they have to type this way?? Why was he blushing??

And in less than 30 seconds, they broke into the computer, the “Zeke Inc.” logo disappearing, and the desktop glowing, open on the screen.

Levi’s jaw dropped, and when he finally registered what happened, he yelled:

“WHY DIDN’T YOU DO THAT FROM THE BEGINNING??”

They put their hands on their hips and retorted:

“Well, you didn’t ask until now!”

Before Levi could flip the desk in frustration, an alarm sounded from his phone. He only had 5 minutes left before he had to make his way out of there. Quickly, he rushed in, scrolling through shipments for supplies, rerouting their destinations.

“Oh… so you’re like a… a gloomy Robin Hood huh? Small boy steals from big boy company to distribute resources to those who need it? A criminal… or an anti-hero maybe!”

“Oh wait!” They leaned in next to Levi once more—“Here, this is faster,” they whispered while hitting a few more keyboard shortcuts, doubling the amount of shipments.

“Hange, what are you doing??” A young boy stood in the doorway, the same metal band on his ankle.

Levi’s alarm sounded, and he began to wipe down the keyboard of his fingerprints and grab his backpack.

“Hange are you sure we can trust him?” Moblit asked as Hange took off the metal band from their ankle.

Hange winked in response.

“Oi, Levi!”

Levi turned in the doorway, quickly raising his hands to catch the band Hange threw at him.

“Take it!” They yelled, and the heavy door shut right in front of him, leaving him alone in his thoughts.

Levi stared at the band in his palm, and gently wrapped his fingers around it.

“Thanks,” he whispered, and ran off.

As Levi ran under the night sky, he looked at the intricate tech in his hand, and noticed the color yellow peeking out from under it. Flipping it over in his palm, he found a yellow sticky note, which read:

“We’ll trade you our tech for housing if you have space, gloomy Robin Hood! Maybe we could even steal from something big like Marley Corp. someday! If you’re in, find me back here tomorrow night! - Four-Eyes”

Levi carefully folded the note and put it in his pocket.

“Levi?” Nanaba called as he approached.

“Didn’t recognize you—are you… happy about something?”

Levi inadvertently reached his hand up to his face, feeling how his lips curved upwards. He couldn’t remember the last time he ever smiled. His mind was fixated on the note in his pocket, the image of Hange’s face smiling at him etched clearly in his mind.

“…I guess I am, Nana.”

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CALL ME

Erwin Smith x fem reader (modern au - oneshot)

content warning: nsfw, masturbation, teasing (if you squint)

word count: 1.2k

AN: this is my first time writing. Not much action bc I'm still testing waters but we'll see hahaha. One shot. But if I get possessed again, I might make this a two shot. Banner drawn by me (click for crispier quality lol). Send me an ask for nsfw art reqs.

A week break. After a full year not seeing your family, you finally had a chance to go home to your hometown for 5 days. It’s the first time you’ll be away from your boyfriend Erwin Smith, a post-grad student studying further on History and Literature. You met him on a coffee shop you both get your daily morning coffee needs. He approached you first after 3 weeks of him seeing you almost everyday buying coffee nonchalantly, you stood out in the small crowd, unconsciously drawing him in on how you just didn’t care about everything else in the world.

One of the days you both had a non-toxic morning, he introduced himself with confidence thinking you might let him in your little non-eventful world. Of course you did. This man has caught your attention long before you caught his, you just didn’t bother giving much thought on any possibility because it felt really impossible to you having him for yourself. But since your first conversation with him, you knew he was the kind of person that does not require constant assurance to be in a relationship with. It’ll be fine, you thought to yourself. You don’t need much maintenance as well since you focus on getting your degree too.

It’s the third day on your trip home and a full day has passed without having any message from Erwin. You were sitting at a family dinner at home and you just took your last bite as you sip a bit of wine that pairs well with the meal you just had. You were having a good time listening to stories and light laughter your family was having but your mind suddenly trails off on reasons why you received not a single text from him. Knowing how busy he was on his papers, you thought to yourself you should be more mature and considerate. He might be a few years your senior but you both had been in good terms for months in your relationship just by having little updates about each other whenever you’re not together since for you and Erwin, physical touches and personal conversations weigh more than anything. So why are you feeling uneasy and very eager to know what he’s doing? You know he won’t text you constantly either if you’re just around the campus or miles away. You actually questioned yourself why were you longing if you completely know how distant as a person he is from the start.

Checking the clock it was 9:32. You stared at the black of your phone as it rests on your lap hidden from everyone, hoping it will light up since you figured he might be finally back on his apartment after a long day with his team. Few more sips and your phone buzzed:

9:41 Erwin.

You busy?

Finally you let out a silent sigh on your chest. You noted the lack of punctuation and a sentence not properly formed. He never did shortcuts even in an emergency.

You paused for a second not knowing what to reply since you’re actually in the middle of something. Before you can grip your phone to reply it lit up again.

9:42 Erwin.

I’ll call.

You reminded yourself, this is not like him. He does not call at all unless it’s very important. For the past days, all you guys did was texted one another and for you, it really was enough. Not a second after, your phone buzzed silently.

Calling: Erwin.

You panicked and stared for a second but considering the way he texted, you slide to answer the call right away. Hiding your phone on your side, you excused your self from the table

“Excuse me, my professor’s calling.” You thought to yourself what an ugly lie. Why would a professor call at night during a break.

You walked fast to the bathroom and calmly locked the door behind you.

“Hey. What’s up?”

“Nothing. I just want to talk.”

“Huh- that’s new.”

You sensed with his tone, he had a lot of stress today. Maybe they had a few bad news with their paper.

“I meant, I just want you to talk.”

You noticed he’s talking roughly. Like he was running while on the call.

“What do you mean?”

No actual response. You just hear him breathing loudly. Panting. You got worried.

“Erwin, what the fuck’s going on?”

He still continues to pant.

“Erwin?”

He moans sharply.

It now struck your brain what he was really doing.

“That’s right, babe keep calling me.”

Relieving himself was actually the last thing you thought he’d be doing once you’re away since you knew this man for almost a year now and you know very well how he can control himself on all matters.

You audibly scoffed on your realization. Smile drew to your face and you can’t believe that his heat reaches your cheeks through the thought that someone like you can do this to a man like him.

“Erwin, don’t tell me you’re actually doing what I think you’re doing.”

He grunted without actually understanding what you’re saying.

“Hm- just keep talking. You’re doing good.” Words were rolling as he continues to pant and moan as you stayed on the other line silently grinning to yourself thinking of what he looks like on his couch helpless without you doing what he’s doing for him. You hear him breathe roughly as he fucks his hand with the thought of you. You felt powerful considering how this man who towers next to you when you’re together, literally calling for you just to feel like you’re there with him.

You leaned back to the sink as you listen. You were feeling heat on your stomach as well wishing you were the one making him have these heavenly sounds you’re hearing.

“Y/N…”

“Yes, babe?”

“Please…”

“Fine. I just thought you’re doing fine yourself back there”

“Y/N fuck I miss you. Keep talking”

You chuckled in response.

“I didn’t know you’ll miss me this much. I’ll be back soon.”

You closed your eyes trying to focus on how you’re picturing him again on his couch, probably still in his shirt, few top buttons unbuttoned paired with slacks, sitting lazily, head thrown back as he listens to you. Just as you were starting to reach below to relieve the heat that you were starting to feel for yourself, he grunted sharply for the last time then the call dropped from the other line.

You stared at your phone as it goes back to your homescreen. “What the-“ you whispered to your self. Stopping yourself from crushing your phone with your tightening knuckles, you breathed out and propped yourself up to fix your dress. You noticed your eyebrows still slightly woven from the fact that you were almost there with him as you fix a strand of hair in front of the mirror.

As you go out of the bathroom clicking the door close slowly, your phone buzzed again.

Calling: Erwin.

You swiped to answer. Puzzled, you thought he was done with his business with you for the night.

“I’ll come pick you up.” He said without asking if you’ll agree.

You just breathed out as a response. You were thinking if you should cut your break short but you both wouldn’t want that.

“Stay with me for a while?” It sounded more like an order than a question.

“Erwin, this is 3 hours away.”

“I’ll be there in 2.”

The call dropped again. Headlights did appear in your street in two.

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