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thecapricunt1616 · 2 months

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Allspice (c.b oneshot)

♡ O.S Inspo: Forever & Always - Fearless (TV) ; "Was I out of line, did I say something way too honest, made you run and hide like a scared little boy?" ♡ Pairing : CarmyxAFAB Reader as little physical description possible | She/Her pronouns used, NO use of Y/N :)

♡ Summary: You have a very successful Culinary Review blog, the social media manager of one of your new hometown restaurants 'The Bear' has been dying to get you out to try their food. But since the EC is a bit of an overzealous competitor, you end up having to go back for round 2- you end up having a delicious dinner, and a free show.

♡ W/C: 4,381

♡ Posted Date: 03/18/24

♡ A/N: FIRST THING: I am HORRIDDDD at writing Claire- I'm much better at writing Carmy cause were alot more similar- so this Claire isn't gonna be CRAZY canon, but I think she got the job done. Anyway- EEEEEP!!! Here is my VERY FIRST ONE SHOT EVER!! Inspired by my amazing, wonderful, PRECIOUS FLOWER @daysofyellowroses that can be found here :) AAAAA!!! My precious Rose I hope you enjoy this, It could ABSOLUTELY have a part 2 if y'all like it. I ended it here cause I'm sooo wordy and I didn't want it to turn in to a multi-chap. fic by mistake...but ofc if y'all want more just tell me and ill get RIGHT TO WORK!!! I really hope this comes off how I saw it in my head. There's no smut/sexy stuff, just mutual pining and flirty teasing, I hope thats ok!! aaa here we goooo!!! Enjoy <3

♡ Warnings for BTC: Swearing, Drinking alcohol (Literally it LOL)

➵ 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 ♡

Being a Food Critic wasn’t an easy gig, as much as people wanted to believe it’s simply going to famous restaurants, trying their most popular dishes- and giving your opinion, it was much more then that.

Each and every aspect of the restaurant was under your review, from the second you walked in the door, you were judging everything. From the atmosphere, to the music, to the decor, to the comfortability of the furniture all of it, was to meet your expectations if the owner of the establishment wanted a good review.

Today was finally the day you'd review one of the restaurants that had sent 3 requests for you to feature a review of them on your blog.

The Bear. Interesting name, you thought.

With the rugged name- you’d assumed a more millennial hipster-New American vibe. But when you’d arrived- you were quite…impressed? That instead of leaning into that all too common aesthetic, it was more of a classy, comfortable vibe.

They’d not even had bear art, anything of the sort. It was pure comfort, mixed with subtle class. The kind that spoke to the cost of the dishes- but wasn’t in your face obnoxious. The only ‘Bear’ was the little golden bear embossed into the leather menu you’d been handed when seated at the table.

The way you did your reviews was…a tad unusual - some chefs in the industry called it ‘unfair’ but you called it…the fairest things could be. Instead of telling them when you’d be swinging by for a review since where’s the fun in that you’d call, make a reservation under some random name, and they’d know you’d accepted their offer when the review had been posted on your blog.

It felt most honest and fair because you were one of the most renowned food critics in the country right now. If they knew you were coming- any EC with a brain would spend the night before your arrival, prepping the entire restaurant and staff - assuring they’d be on their best behavior to try and squeeze a higher grade out of you.

But you were just a reader once upon a time, years ago- when you realized in culinary school that the making of the art didn’t interest you, it was the observing. Food wasn’t just about taste, but rather the whole experience. And if every famous food critic you’d taken interest in back in the day- never got a true experience due to their notability? You’d never have gotten into this field. So, you were most keen on keeping things fair.

A woman with mousey brown hair comes up to your table, dressed in the typical waitress slacks and black button up shirt. “Hello! Welcome to The Bear. My name is Sam, have you dined with us before?” she asks.

You sit up in your chair, peeling your eyes from the menu. You give her a small kind smile “I haven’t” you replied, urging her to continue her script.

“Well welcome in, we're so happy you chose to spend your evening with us. So for our menu” she opens it in front of you. “Here” she points “are our wine options, fabulous selection this month. Then we have draft beers right next to it. On the following page” she points “all of our craft cocktails, then this,” she points in the bottom corner.

“Our house cocktail - Just called The Bear. It’s wonderful, if you like old fashions you’ll love this - made with Bearface Triple Oak Whiskey.” She said and you nod.

“That please. That’s what I’ll start with” you said and she nodded.

“I’ll get that right in. But quickly, just so you’re aware” she flipped the page and pointed.

“These - are the dishes of the month. Each crafted by one of our two head chefs, they change monthly so if something calls to you I recommend you try- because it won’t be back” she said. You raised your eyebrows a bit in surprise and nod.

“Thank you” you said and she gives a nod before heading off to the bar to put in your drink order before heading off to tend to other tables in your section.

Having an alternating menu intrigued you, for such a high end establishment- one with a Michelin star at that- implementing such a menu would consistently have their star at risk. One dish, one app, one drink- that was not up to par and it would be revoked. You guessed the owners of this place liked living on the edge, as if being in this industry wasn’t already being constantly on edge.

You gaze over the menu, the Chilean Seabass sounded like a fair assessment. Seafood was quite difficult to get right, especially in the springtime before peak season, and you’d be able to judge the consistency of the chopping and such because there was a fresh tomato corn salad that came with it. That was your rule when you came to judge restaurants, one main course, and one dessert.

You’d felt like the main courses were the true stars of the show anyhow, and it would be unfair to muck up your palate with an app that was usually something easy to get right (since they were usually fried, covered in cheese, or some kind of carb). And the dessert usually showed the restaurant's creativity, which you loved to see, so 2 dishes was your max.

The waitress returns with the cocktail, setting it down with a napkin under it. “Here you are, now- have you decided on a starter?” She questioned and you shook your head.

“Straight to the good stuff, I’d like the Chilean Sea Bass please. And for dessert,” you flick the page and your eyes settle on the words savory cannoli - hmm, imaginative indeed. “And uh- The Michael Cannoli?” You said, shutting the menu and handing it to her.

She nods with a smile, jotting down the order into her notepad before taking the menu and holding it to her chest. “That will be out soon as possible. Enjoy your drink” she said and headed back to the kitchen.

You sit back sipping the cocktail and humming. She was right, much like an old fashioned, but floral notes. Almost…chamomile? Yes! That was it. Very interesting.

You slipped your iPad out of your bag, opening up your journaling app and grabbing the pencil out of the little sleeve. You quickly snapped a picture with your phone of the drink, airdropping it to yourself and adding it into the entry and writing;

‘To start; ‘The Bear’ house cocktail- initial thoughts ; not too sweet, strong (but not overpowering), chamomile? Some kind of herbal tea flower’

You take another sip, letting the flavors sit on your tongue a moment before swallowing. “Mmm!” You hum to yourself, finally realizing where the herby taste beneath the chamomile was coming from that gave it that oaky piney taste.

‘Angostura bitters- will confirm!!’ You wrote just as someone approaches your table. You look up to see a man, short brown hair, stubble. He was smiling, holding a plate.

“Hello! Here we have Arancini with our house-made pesto, courtesy of Executive Chef Carmen” he placed the dish in front of you next to your iPad. Your eyebrows furrowed slightly, looking up at him, scarcel confused.

“Wrong table” you murmured, thumbing the dish back in his direction lightly. He cleared his throat awkwardly.

“Nope- ah, he- he said this table.” He replied. It did smell fantastic, and any other day you’d never deny delicious, deep fried balls of risotto dipped in smooth, decedent pesto- but you’re working right now and it’s not fair.

“Well, you can tell him” you lifted the dish, offering it back. “I have a system. And I’m unsure how he realized that I’m coming here, tonight, but I dislike cheaters. And he should know if he’s read my blog- I don’t muck up my palate with grease before I try the main course.” The plate was so close to him now it was nearly digging into his chest.

He nodded quickly, taking the plate without another word and briskly walking back to the kitchen. You sat back in your seat with a slight scoff.

He thinks he can win you over just like that? How did he even know you would be here?

You picked up your pencil once again, adding a note.

For the chef; Arancini smelt delicious. Didn’t order it, so I didn’t taste it . Presentation wise; 7/10. Pesto looked like it was spooned in the dish a tad bit messy to me.

You smiled to yourself, you knew he’d read the final review once it was posted. And since he wanted to be a little cheater and get a overall higher score since he was trying to weasel you into trying extra dishes- you’d kick his ego down a few extra pegs for fun.

You sat, nursing your drink, adding extra little notes here and there, as well as editing a blog post about Ghost Kitchens you’d been working on and how they were ruining the mobile order industry on the side. You were so engrossed in the work, that you hadn’t even realized someone had approached your table until they cleared their throat awkwardly.

Your gaze slowly travels up, seeing a blue apron covering a white shirt, tattooed hands holding- your meal? Your eyes flicker up to his piercing blue ones. “Chilean Sea Bass” he sets it in front of you. You snort a laugh.

“Hm.” You look around before back at him “These people” you motion to the restaurant. “Other patrons. Which meals of theirs did you bring out- Chef?” You accentuate the last word, it was all too uncommon for a chef to personally bring a meal out to a table.

You swore even in the ambient lighting, his cheeks flushed slightly. “You- uh- you declined, my Arancini. Why?” He asked, holding his hands behind his back, the position making his already toned and tattooed arms appear more muscular. It makes him all the more impressive he has all these tattoos and still made it in this industry. I can only imagine the shit he got for them.

You raise your eyebrows in surprise at his boldness. “Because that’s Cheating. Mr.Berzatto. I’d assume you know my work well. Considering you know what I look like, so- why try to cheat? You know how I feel about appetizers. It’s a scapegoat.” You shrugged, locking your iPad when you realized he’d been peeking at the notes.

“Messy” his eyes narrow. He scoffs a bit, alluding to the note you’d written a short while prior “Messy?” He asks again, you laugh a bit.

“Mmhmm! Oh, was it you chef? Wow…I mean- now that I think about it” you shook your head, now just messing with him since you see how much he was dying to impress you. “I could’ve sworn- the pesto it just..was too loose. Overblended maybe? That’s why it was impossible to plate without making a mess.” You shrugged, cutting up your fish carefully and spreading the vegetables with your knife to observe the cohesivity of the cuts.

He scoffs, “too- too loose?! W-y’know what. No. No. It- you’re gonna try it.” He demands and you look up at him, nearly laughing at the seriousness of his tone.

“That depends. Bring me a pesto worth trying and I’ll think about it. Now” you wave him off casually “I can’t work with the chef over my shoulder. So- Shoo chef don’t bother me” you teased and he shook his head.

“Game on.” He muttered, heading back to the kitchen.

You smiled to yourself, the Arancini absolutely isn’t going into the review. But you’ll humor his ego by trying it.

You cut the fish thoroughly, checking the texture and the evenness of the seasonings slathered on the skin, writing little notes as you go along. The cuts of the vegetables were pristine. Nearly perfect. The only misshapen pieces were clearly cosmetic defects of the vegetable. The chef that cut these was immaculate with a knife.

When you took your first bite, you nearly moaned. The fish was buttery, the skin was crispy, slightly spicy, tangy, the flesh melted in your mouth. The risotto was so cheesy and buttery and wonderful. You could eat this meal every night for the rest of your life and never get sick of it. It was the best Sea bass you’d ever tasted.

You opened your iPad again, jotting down notes about the flavors, the mouth feel, all the usual points you hit in your review.

This meal is a 9.2 out of 10.

You write at the bottom. Very fair score, you never had rated something as a 10. Something being a 10 would be- you don’t even know what it would be. But it would be what the score says, perfection. And while this dish was wonderful, and very very good- it was not perfect. At least to your heavily trained palate.

You finished what you wanted out of the meal, pushing the plate to the side and not soon after, Carmen was back at your table. He placed the plate in front of you, 3 perfectly circular Arancini discs were placed equal distance on the plate, and truly beautiful pesto, sat in the dish alongside it. It frankly was immaculately plated.

“Unbroken pesto. Sorry again, about the last one.” He said, watching you carefully. You hum as you grab your fork, splitting one of the discs and digging out some of the risotto.

“Could be firmer.” You said, eyes flicking to his. He nods, clearing his throat a bit.

“It’s not- uh- it’s”

“Fresh” you finished for him, raising your brows and he nods. “So- since you’re frying it. You cook it for about..a minute- maybe forty seconds less than you usually would.” You said, daintily taking the bite off your fork.

“Heard..” he nodded, waiting for your reaction. You hummed a bit.

“Great balance of parm and butter though. I’ll give you that. Neither overpowers the other, that’s hard to do considering the notes” you added, cutting up the crust and tasting it.

“Mm-“ you scrunch your nose and his face visibly drops. “Mm-mm…no- not peanut oil…why would you do that? It totally overpowers the breadcrumb with this like…cheapy taste. I’d say it would be way better if you fried it in sunflower oil” you added, digging out more of the risotto and dipping it in the pesto before having a bite and humming.

“This though” you point at the little dish of green sauce with your fork. “This is great.” You add and he nods.

“Ok-yeah…ok…” he nods, rubbing his hand over his chin. “Thank y’for trying it.” He said and you nod.

“I’ll be back for a fair assessment. I think I’ll pass on the cannoli tonight, and just get the bill. Thank you” you slipped your pencil in the case before putting your iPad in your bag and holding your hands on the table in front of you.

“Y-y’re coming back” he said, sounding slightly surprised.

You shrugged “well- you clearly want a full review based on your behavior tonight, Chef. So I’ll humor you. I won’t tell you when of course, so just pray that it’s a day like today-“ you paused, looking around. “Where things seem to be running…alright.” You sat back in your chair casually with a small smile.

“I look forward to your review.” He gave a nod and headed back to the kitchen.

It was 3 weeks before you’d decided to return back to The Bear spring had quickly turned to early summer, and you thought you’d given enough time for your little conversation with the head chef to slip his mind.

It was 9:20, 40 minutes before closing. You did promise to come back at a random time, and no time is more random then a Friday night less than an hour before the kitchen closed.

You pulled open the door, stepped in and headed up to the host stand where the same man that originally offered you the Arancini stood. “The picky critic returns.” He said, tapping his pen against the reservation book absentmindedly.

“She does” you smiled a bit.

“Well lucky f’you cousin said you get a table any time, right this way” he leads you to a booth near the back, where you had a perfect view of the restaurant. Much cozier then before, right next to the doors of the kitchen where you could hear the back of house crew buzzing about.

“Same cocktail as last time?” He asked and you raised your brows in slight surprise as you sit.

“No waitress?” You asked, getting comfortable and setting your iPad down next to the empty plate.

“She’ll be over, just figured a friendly offer couldn’t hurt” he said with a small smirk.

You roll your eyes playfully. “House cocktail please, and thank you. But don’t count on kindness boosting your hospitality score-“ you stop, realizing he never gave you his name.

“Richie” he said, sticking his hand out to shake.

“Richie.” You repeat, giving him your firm professional shake.

“House cocktail comin’ up” he said and headed back to the bar. You mulled over the menu, lemon chicken picatta, that sounded like a perfect dish to judge this time around.

A few minutes later, Richie returns, setting the glass down in front of you. “Waitress should be by momentarily, enjoy your meal” he said, heading back to the host stand.

A bit after the waitress came to take your order, the restaurant had begun to die down. You were going to be the last person served tonight it looked like, since in 5 minutes they would stop seating people.

You added additional notes to your section about the cocktail, getting a better photo of it for your blog when you hear a bit of commotion up front.

You look up, to see a woman with curled brown hair in navy blue scrubs, her hands on her hips, talking with Richie with a frustrated look. There were tears in her eyes, you couldn’t help but tune in to their conversation.

“Richie, please let me see him- he- he hasn’t said anything and I…I just need to hear him say it to my face. Please!” She begs, tears were streaming down her face now.

Richie looks around nervously, tugging her to the side so they weren’t standing right in front of the host stand. You lean over just a bit- not so much it would be noticeable, but enough your nosy ears could continue to pick up what was being said.

“Claire. You shouldn’t be here…I’m sorry- he told me-he said that..that you can’t come here anymore. It’s too much and he will apologize when he can find the words. But he can’t. So please before he sees you. Leave” he said softly, attempting to soothingly rub her arm and she jerks away like his touch burned her skin.

“Fuck you, Richie. Get him. Now. I’m not working on his time anymore. This is my time now. I’ve waited around enough for him. I’m done waiting. Either get him yourself? Or I swear to god I’ll go in that kitchen and embarrass the fucking shit out of him” she hissed.

Your eyebrows raised, shit. Whoever fucked her over should at least be warned.

He snorts, clearly amused before stepping back and raising his arms in defeat. “Have at it ClaireBear.” he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “You think he’s gonna take kindly to you startin’ w’him in his house? Be my guest.” He shrugged, going back over to the host stand.

And then it clicked. She’s here for Carmen.

She laughed dryly, sarcastically, like a woman who’d had it. “You think I’m scared? Richie? You think I’m scared of little Carmy who couldn’t even check out a library book by himself? mm?” She goads him, arms crossed, chest heaving with rage.

His head snaps back to look at her, brows raised in shock. “Kid- I really think you should go calm the fuck down, because Y’re not gonna like the way that this conversation ends w’him- at all.”

And with that, she shoves open the kitchen door. You couldn’t just sit there and not watch- this was the juiciest drama you’d ever been privy to in person, and this means he’s single. You slightly curse yourself for being so giddy that this means the sexy chef would likely be on the market.

Your foot catches the door before it closes, leaning against the frame. She storms in, eyes frantically darting over the kitchen.

“Carmen.” She barks, the entire kitchen stops moving and looks at her, as if they were in shock and awe someone would ever raise their voice to him in such a way.

He rounds the corner, holding a pan of focaccia dough that he nearly drops at the sight of her. He blinks a few times, squeezing his eyes shut as if she’d disappear when he opened them again.

“The fuck are you-“ his eyes meet yours, his face going pale quickly, he looked white as a sheet. “Leave.” He orders her, slamming the dough down on the counter.

“Leave?!” She laughs coldly, “you’re gonna tell me to leave?! You’re a fucking pussy Carmen. A pussy. Y’know- it was charity giving you a chance. Pity work.” She spits and you blink a few times, taken aback by such harsh words.

Is she serious? She thinks anyone could believe dating a super hot, ripped, talented, chef prodigy - that was charity work in any sense of the word?

He scoffs, “Charity?” He chuckled dryly. “Claire- you begged me to fuckin’ be with you! You-you-y’re a fuckin gnat! Claire! You- all you do is-is fuckin’-” he runs his hand through his hair, his chest heaving in anger, “You dont know me, Claire! Alright? There- And I-I-I don’t want you i’m-i’m sorry-”

She laughed, shaking her head, tears streaming down her face. “You-” she whispered, her chest shaking with a sob. “You- fucker- I- I gave you a chance…” she whispered and gripped her wrist sadly. “I- I was there for you, Carmen- when no one else could fucking stand you.” she croaked.

“And I never asked for you too- please- just…leave me alone-” he shook his head. “Leave. Please…just-pretend we never happened, it was a mistake, Claire.” he breathed, clearly utterly defeated, and It sounded like he’d told this girl these same words multiple times.

“M-Mikey would be sick- Carmy, he’d- he’d hate who you’ve become…” she said meekly, and with that- something behind his eyes snapped.

“Claire I’m not DOING THIS I SAID GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY FUCKIN’ RESTAURANT. WERE OVER. YOU ARE NOTHING TO ME! YOU MEAN NOTHING CLAIRE!” He roars, the veins in his neck popping out, angrily and aggressively pointing to the door. “OUT. get the fuck out. G-get out, b-before I-I-I fuckin- holy fuck” he finds his composure once more, even though his breath was still ragged from his outburst, flicking his hand next to him his entire body trembling with panic.

She looks to her left and right, she’s not that-

Your thoughts were quickly proven wrong, when you see she was stupid enough to grab a pan off the stove to whip at him.

“Aht!” the spanish woman standing a few paces to the right said, quickly grabbing the arm with the pan and twisting it behind her back. “Drop it.” she hissed.

Carmen looks between the two of them, utterly in shock. “Y-y’were gonna hit me?” He asked her, face twisting in rage. “Fuck you. Fuck you Claire.” He seethed, taking the pan from his employees grasp and tossing it in the sink with a loud clatter.

“Get the fuck out” you told her, grabbing her from the handle of the woman who’d stopped the assault, shoving her towards the kitchen door and into the front of the restaurant. “Y’re a fuckin crazy bitch.” You laughed dryly, giving her a hard shove for good measure.

“Oh and who are you” she straightened herself out, pushing her bag up on her shoulder. “Doesn’t matter. Glad to see that Carmy still needs someone to protect him. I’ll gladly give up that spot.” she said, causing you to laugh.

“Oh my god- you are pathetic. He just spelt it clear as day sweetheart- you are over. O-v-e-r. He doesn’t want you babe! And no, he doesn’t need my protection- I was enjoying dinner and apparently a show until you went batshit bitch.” You snip, plopping back down at your booth.

She scoffed “he doesn’t want anyone. The only thing he wants - is to remain miserable. Good fucking luck, whoever you are.” She said before stomping out.

“Yo she was really gonna throw somethin?” Richie asked as he walked over. Thankfully, it was just you, him, and the bartender in the front of the restaurant.

You nod “thankfully she didn’t realize I was there- Carmen would have had a nasty burn, and a concussion.” You said, taking a large sip of your drink.

Carmen comes out, eyes meeting yours immediately. “Fuck- I- don’t worry y’re meal is comped and don’t…don’t worry about a review, i’m sorry- I-I guess it wasn't in the cards f’r us to be featured on y’r blog... I’m really so sorry… Shes- ah..” he rubs his arm nervously, trying to find the words.

“A woman scorned” You teased, and he snorts a laugh, nodding a bit.

“Hell hath no fury, right?” He joked, sighing a bit. “It’s uh…it’s my fault I guess…I uh- I should’ve dealt with that…I've been putting it off” he said and you nod a bit.

“You off the clock?” you looked at your phone for the time, 10:07.

“Shit- fuck- sorry- I’m so sorry- give me like- I was making y’r food…and then-” you shook your head, stopping him.

“No- No…I was uh-Asking to see if you maybe wanted to..have a drink with me? Not-not like…professionally…” you shrugged, stirring your half full cocktail with the bar straw that floated in it.

“Sure- uh…sure- I’d like that lemme..lemme go change, i’ll be right out” he nodded, heading back into the kitchen.

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jaemified · 10 months

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puppy love - kim mingyu

“enjoy it while you got it”

pairing ; football captain mingyu x nerdy fem reader

genre ; ANGST, fluff, drama, slice of life, suggestive, strangers to lovers, lovers to strangers

warnings ; puppy love, literally gut wrenching heartbreak, swearing, mention of whatever was meant to be a one night stand, reader starts off as a virgin, mention of fwb

wordcount ; 2.4k

synopsis ; you don’t care much for dating, but kim mingyu is an exception. even if you already know puppy love doesnt last

note (8.7.23) - literally not for the weak #clickbate

read below the cut !

puppy love (noun)

intense, but relatively shallow romantic attachment associated with adolescents.

or that’s how wikipedia described it, anyway.

to you, it was so much more.

kim mingyu didnt care much for sex.

kim mingyu didnt care much for anything at all, really. unless it was you, or football.

it felt all too real to the point you could’ve fooled yourself into thinking it was real love.

or maybe it was, but you just didn’t want to tell yourself that.

dating was always to much of a burden for you. you knew high school relationships hardly last. so it was unlikely for you to give in to kim mingyu.

he really had you under some sort of spell, didnt he?

sure many thought of him as a playboy, but it was never true, just rumors

to you, he was so much more.

you never cared for hookups, but it was almost impossible to not give in to those eyes.

those stupidly perfect, brown pretty eyes, that sparkled whenever they had met yours.

you were just there for a good time, finals were over and it was your junior year, it’s natural to want to have fun.

but there you were. you found yourself under kim mingyu late at night with only a few of the remaining party guests downstairs.

the soft lighting kissing his honey skin, giving you the best view of his stupidly perfect face.

“first time?” he asked, kissing your cheek before he looked into your eyes with the prettiest smile. the most genuine one a guy had given you at that.

“is that a bad thing?”

“course not sweetheart. everyone was a virgin at some point right?”

you nodded slowly, watching as he pulled his white tee over his head, your eyes glued to his beautifully toned body.

“then, let me take care of you for tonight.” he whispered, before turning out the light.

kim mingyu was meant to be a one time thing. kim mingyu was supposed to be someone you were bound to forget.

but, then again.

kim mingyu wasnt meant to take your virginity. kim mingyu wasnt supposed to treat you so well that it had you begging for more.

so yet again, you found yourself under him once more. again, and again, and again.

before mingyu called a stop to it.

whatever your situation was.

“what’s wrong?” you asked worriedly.

“i want to end this, arrangement.”

you nearly choked on your lemonade.

“w-what?” you spoke, but in the end it barely came out above a whisper.

“this friends with benefits thing or whatever you wanna call it. not cause you don’t like you!” he quickly reassured, “but because i really do, a little too much though.”

mingyu took in a deep breath, watching your face before reaching out to hold your hand under the table.

“i know i was your first, but we never were with each other unless its fucking. so i dont want you to think im taking advantage of you. i dont want to continue this unless you’re ready to take it to the next step. because you deserve more then a shitty.. fuck.. buddy? like me.”

you smiled as you felt all your worries leave your mind.

“of course im ready. ive never been so sure of it.”

you were right, you were never sure of anything else.

of course some girls were jealous of you, and some girls talked about you behind your back about how you were dating the supposed fuckboy,

but you knew the truth and that’s all that matters.

there wasnt a single dull moment with him. he never failed to make you feel loved despite always being busy with getting his grades up, and football.

luckily, you were always there for him, tutoring him whenever he needed it while he’d teach you how to throw and catch.

everything was perfect.

until it wasnt.

so, then came senior year.

stress induced depression happened to everyone, couples breaking up, etc etc.

you and mingyu didn’t want that, you didn’t want to be like ‘everyone else’.

but you cant control fate.

finals coming up, desperately trying to keep grades constant and stable while working hard on extracurriculars to earn as much extra credit as you could, while mingyu was staying out late for overtime practice, playing even bigger games to earn scholarships while still trying to take in everything you had taught him so he could ace finals.

in the end, he wasn’t able to keep his gpa above a 3.4 and was kicked off the football team, forfeiting his position to shitty guys like lee dongmin.

you always felt a little guilty, thinking you were slightly responsible for him getting distracted from his studies.

you always watched him practice, sitting on the bleachers while you did homework.

you were in shock at how aggressively he threw the ball down, before storming off into the locker room.

immediately packing up your stuff, you rushed quickly behind him and watched as he tugged his jersey off, throwing it against the wall as he snatched his duffle, barely acknowledging you other then a kiss on the forehead.

you grabbed his jersey, tucking it into your backpack before following him out.

you had offered to drive as he was never able to focus while so tense, yet he just wanted to go home, not wanting you to stress out as he knew you don’t like driving.

it was the worst night of his life.

you watched as he quietly cried on your bed, tears rolling down his cheeks as he wrote down the notes you gave him.

you put down your papers and took his notebook from him, letting him cry into your arms as he hugged you tightly.

he didn’t know who he was without his title.

from then on, you both did your best to support each other as best as you could, but it only got harder from here.

mingyu was still salty, though without football he was able to do other things and focus on his grades, and you.

he hadn’t even realized how distant he was over the past few months.

you thought, if you could get through that, you could get through anything.

wrong.

lately, you didn’t know where it was coming from, but you both were beginning to argue more and more before neither of you couldn’t take it anymore.

you took him out to his favorite restaurant before breaking it to him.

“what’s wrong? i know that look y/n.”

you bit your lip, shaking your leg as you felt your self grow more and more nervous.

mingyu placed his hand on your thigh to get you to stop, “you can tell me anything.” he told you, masking his own concern with his worry for you.

“i dont think this is gonna work out anymore.”

you felt your heart drop to your stomach at the way mingyus smile fell.

“whats wrong? you cant be serious. whatever you’re going through i can help you with, because we always get through anything together... dont we?” he asked with a taste of uncertainty at the end.

“its not that. i just can’t do this anymore with the amount of stress we’re under with college applications, finals, studying, or- fucking, anything! its not that i dont care for you, i do, but its too much of a burden.”

…shit

“..im a burden..?” mingyu questioned, rubbing his nose with the back of his hand.

damn. if only you could turn back the time.

“gyu, you know that’s not what i meant-”

“do you ever really mean anything though?” he interrupted. “i tell you i love you, you never say it back. i try extra hard in anything for you because i don’t want to disappoint you knowing your standards, i lost my position as team captain because of you, and im the burden??” he scoffed, crossing his arms in disbelief as he shook his head.

he stood up from the table and grabbed his black hoodie, ready to walk out the door before you gripped his wrist.

“mingyu.”

“goodbye, y/n.”

and there it was.

you heard the way girls laughed whenever you came up as a topic, talking bad both behind your back and to your face.

“he really did fuck then dip.” “didnt he lose his football career ‘cause of her?” “mingyu literally made her!”

but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

like mingyu.

of course he heard what they said, but he couldn’t bring himself to feel any pity for you. ‘you brought this on yourself’, he thought.

you both graduated with ease, you being able to focus more without him, and mingyu being able to join more after school tutoring programs with his free time.

eventually, you grew apart thanks to going to different universities over hundreds of miles apart.

you were given an amazing opportunity to attend stanford on full scholarship to study biochem, while he was able to pursue a basketball career in ucla.

you almost forgot about him.

but how could you?

a month into summer after you both graduated college, you moved to los angeles to be with your new boyfriend, joshua hong.

great guy, so sweet and such a gentleman, however you couldn’t help but think of someone else.

he knew about mingyu, just not everything-everything.

so, craving a late night snack, you and your boyfriend walked from your shared apartment to the nearest convenience store to buy whatever it was you wanted, until you heard an all too familiar voice.

kim mingyu.

you felt your heart ready to break out of your ribs when you saw him.

you were about to turn around but it was to late, he had already seen you.

“y/n?”

you took in a deep breath before forcing a smile.

“mingyu! hi. it’s been a while.” you spoke through your teeth, tightly gripping the drink in your hand.

“yeah.. it has, hasn’t it.”

you sighed, knowing it wasn’t gonna get any better from here on out, so you decided the least you could do was try to be cool with him knowing you couldn’t undo what you did.

“okay. listen. I know it was selfish on my end to say what I did despite all you sacrificed for me. im sorry. im just hoping we could be on good terms?”

“actually, y/n-”

“y/n?” joshua interrupted as he walked in from around the shelf.

“whos this?” mingyu asked with a confused expression.

“mingyu. this is joshua hong-” “her boyfriend.” he finished.

“oh, hey. nice to meet you man. hey listen, im gonna go but it was nice seeing you.” mingyu awkwardly announced before quickly turning around to check out.

you sighed in exhaustion (and slight relief) after he left as josh could only pull you into a hug and reassure you.

eventually you and joshua split. not that you were on bad terms or anything, he got a new job under an entertainment company back home in korea and your passport had just expired, but he knew you didnt handle long distance well.

so you found yourself missing mingyu again, regretting everything before you learned he had a new girlfriend of his own, as did most of your friends.

before you knew it, 3 years had gone by since graduation and you were now 25. everyone around you seemed to be occupied with either a great job or a great partner, yet you were still alone.

and you were still missing mingyu, that seemed to be the one thing that hadn’t changed over the years.

but then again, that’s just puppy love.

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umeoniii · 1 year

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Can you do lesbian fluff (or smut) for the aot girls????

lesbian relationship hcs w aot girls

nsfw & sfw

w: annie, mikasa, sasha,

annie:

☆ very introverted obvi, but she can actually be very extroverted w her s/o

☆ prefers cute dates at food places like bakeries or sushi restaurants

☆ loves when her s/o makes her sweets

☆ for gifts i feel like she writes things, like letters or poems maybe even a song (probably too embarrassed to sing though)

☆ not the most affectionate but when she is she’s a lot, like a lil puppy dog

☆ sleeps a lot, she sleeps all over her s/o

she falls asleep on their lap, shoulders, stomach i feel like she’s a really sleepy girl

☆ likes hearing her s/o’s stories and adventures

she likes giving her input and opinions

☆ wears ur hoodies maybe bcs she likes the smell, maybe bcs their comfier, maybe bcs she likes bugging you

☆ gets flustered when you even show that you think abt her

☆ actually anything you do makes her flustered deep down

☆ takes turns w u giving back massages

☆ forcefully takes you w her to the gym

you don’t even have to work out but she still wants you there

☆ she lets you touch her abs, even though she finds it odd

♡ she’s more dominant BUT she can be more subby depending on how she’s feeling

♡ loud

♡ likes scissoring

♡ when she is feeling submissive she likes when her s/o eats her out

♡ owns a good amount of sex toys, she bought them really for you

♡ very great stamina

♡ can last a few rounds before getting overstimulated and tired

mikasa:

☆ little spoon when sleeping

☆ very introverted even with her s/o

☆ likes quite and secluded dates, like a picnic

☆ likes when you take photos of her but she doesn’t like for the whole world to see them

☆ makes things for her s/o

something as small as cookies or as big as a crocheted sweater

☆ type of gf who would share a milkshake willingly

☆ super cuddly and warm

☆ remembers lots of things abt you, some things you’d render “useless”

like you had a hamster named zunie in 5th grade

☆ has a playlist of songs that make her think of u

☆ let’s you pick out her outfits sometimes

☆ keeps all the plushies you’ve ever bought her

♡ sub

♡ whimpers and whines

♡ holds you very tightly

♡ sometimes she lowkey gets all somber and sad during sex whispering stuff like “please don’t leave me ever”

♡ sex is very intimate w her

♡ squirter

♡ when she is giving to her s/o she literally eats pussy like a starved woman

sasha:

☆ naggy loud gf

it’s very sweet though

☆ shows her s/o a lot of love…. a lot

she gives you wet kisses and blows raspberries into your tummy

☆ you guys alr know she likes dates at restaurants but i feel like she’d also like people watching, feeding ducks, or the movies. she likes fun stuff

☆ never a dull moment with her

☆ sleeps wildly, sometimes you just gotta sleep on the couch. she probably snores too.

☆ she’s the type to post all pictures of you for the world to see. ALL

☆ makes slideshows on stuff like why she thinks you guys should buy a roomba

☆ forces u to do couplely things like match outfits

☆ buys corny cards for holidays

“you’re purrfecf for me! love, sash”

☆ play wrestles

takes it way too far. she jumps off the couch and tries to body slam you

☆ if you have bigger boobs just know she’s not gonna leave em alone

she lies on them to sleep and she always just touches them and gropes them

she makes “jokes” about you breastfeeding her and calling you mommy (it’s not really a joke)

~ ♡ def calls you mommy in bed regardless of chest size

♡ with all the eating she does she’s gotta be able to eat pussy

♡ vv whiny

♡ sub

♡ cant last longer than around 2 minutes

♡ will literally touch herself right next to u in bed while you’re sleep

♡ puts whipped cream on your body and licks and eats it off

a/n: i am SO sorry this took so long, i literally got stuck and was gonna try and make this one super duper long but i gave up on it and finished it last .°(ಗдಗ。)° . i hope u enjoy it n’ if there’s another character u wanna see u can request it! <333

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gaybananabread · 8 months

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On the off chance you've still got spots left, I want to offer some SpiderVerse numbers. >w<

Definitely 29 (Wake Up!) with Hobie getting tickled awake one too many times by Gwen, Pavitr, and/or Miles. I admit I wouldn't be able to pick just one.

I think it'd just be cute to see 7 (Flustered) with Miles and Gwen. Probably with her teasing and riling him up playfully, only for him to turn the tables when he finds out she's ticklish.

17 (Interrogation) with Pavitr trying and probably failing to keep a secret--probably the candy stash--from at least one of the others. I think it'd most likely be Hobie.

I'm tempted to say 10 (Ghost) with Lee Gwen, but I admit I don't have anything more specific than Ghost-Spider jokes. >w<

I hope you like them! I admit I'm tempted to write a couple of them myself if you can't use them. Have fun!

~Panda/Black Feathers

TickleTober Day 7 - Flustered

YOU'RE AMAZING ACK! I have been DYING to write some Spiderverse fics, and these are such fun ideas! I've had a helluva time coming up with ideas. I'm gonna post links for the event on my masterpost when I'm done, so if you want I can tag on each one, but they'll all be on there at the end of the month. Once again, thank you, and Enjoy!

Lee: Gwen

Ler: Miles

Summary: Miles and Gwen step away for a peaceful moment to themselves. At least, that's what he thought before Gwen pokes fun and teases him. Lucky for him, he finds the perfect way to retaliate.

Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don't like that, scroll away!

Things across the Spiderverse had been…well, interesting. Since they’d sorted out the canon event fiascos, Miles had been brought into the new Society. They had obviously worked out some serious issues, and Miguel was forced into Anger Management with Dr. Spidey. Two broken fainting couches later, progress was pretty much on the rise. Overall, things were getting better. Better, and pretty chaotic.

Miles was going on at least two missions a day, both in and out of his dimension. The dimension he visited most, of course, was Gwen’s. He was in her dimension almost every day, either helping out with a villain or just grabbing some pizza or coffee. She had helped him get his grades up, even though his Spanish was kinda lacking. These visits were squeezed in between missions, homework, lectures, chores, and just general life stuff. Needless to say, he was relieved to have a day both off from Society work, school and home chores.

Miles swung through the water-color streets of Earth-65, heading for Gwen’s place. Things had gotten easier with seeing her as well. Now that her dad knows, he can show up in his suit without issue. Finding her window open, he used his webs to sling-shot himself through the opening. Luckily, he went right through, skillfully landing on her bed. Good thing, too; she was right there, that would’ve been embarrassing. The blonde sat nearby in front of her drumset, rolling her eyes at nis entrance.

“Okay then, showoff. Gimme a sec to grab my bag; coffee as usual?” She set her sticks down, adjusting her beanie as she rooted through one of her doom-boxes for a specific bracelet. She found it, snapping the sunflower cord bracelet on and pulling off her hoodie, revealing her spider suit. Gwen had been dressed and pretty much ready to go before he even got there. Slinging her cross-body backpack on, she pulled her mask over her face and was good to go.

“Yeah, that’s cool. Was thinking of going somewhere quiet afterwards, if you wanna.” She hummed at the thought, nodding. “Sounds good to me. City’s actually been peaceful today, it’s kinda unsettling.” Miles just chuckled and gripped the window sill. He was glad her day had been as calm as his; they would have no problems getting some alone time together.

Miles leaned back, letting himself fall a few feet out her window before shooting out a web to catch himself. Gwen copied the action, adding a bit of flair with a twist and flip. He laughed, feeling the wind whip through the breathable fabric of his suit as he swung.

They eventually reached the cafe, the kind barista more than used to seeing the two heroes suited-up and craving a caffeine fix. He knew their orders by heart, always whipping up their favorite pick-me-ups whenever he saw them enter. The man grabbed their drinks, bidding them goodbye as they swung away from the shop.

Finally, the pair made it to their quiet spot, resting atop a tower overlooking one of Gwen’s favorite parks. Just out of the way enough for them to safely unmask. They both pulled off their masks, taking long sips of their coffees. Miles hummed happily, feeling the heat warm him and the caffeine wake him up. “Mmm, I love that cafe. The guy’s so nice, ya know?”

Gwen just chuckled, loving the smile that graced his lips. The drummer scooted closer, just about touching shoulders with her “friend”. “Yeah, think we’re his favorites. I’ll have to bring a nicer tip next time, he deserves it.” She sipped her own, loving the sweeter taste of her iced coffee. She watched as his cheeks warmed a bit, both from the heat of the coffee and her proximity. “You’re cute, you know that?”

That only made his blush darken, the reddish-pink now visible on his dark cheeks. “Shut it, you’ve got no room to talk.” He had meant for it to sound confident, though his voice was a bit higher than he would’ve liked. Stupid feelings…

No way was she stopping there. It was way too fun to tease the boy, getting the blushy reactions and shaky huffs from her words. “But it’s true, flower. Look, you’re blushing right now!” Her tone was playful and sweet, just the right mix of the two so she didn’t sound too flirty. Gwen brought her hand close to his face, playfully poking his cheeks.

He almost choked on his sip of coffee, swatting at her hand and trying to keep his thoughts in check. Flower? He hadn’t heard that one yet, though he definitely didn’t mind it. Still, he had an image to protect, however tattered and damaged it may have been. “Ugh, stop it!”

The growing blush on his face was possibly the cutest thing she’d seen all day. It was so easy to get to him, she had to abuse that fact every chance she got. “Neh, that’s just a you problem. Get less cute and I won’t have to call you out on it.”

Okay, now she’s trying to get me to blush… Miles shoved at her face, his palm pressing into her nose as he tried to put a little space between his blushing face and hers. Gwen just snickered, loving the reactions she was getting. “Wow, I finally have you tongue-tied, huh? Never thought the day would come, I’m kinda scared.”

He laughed a bit at that, finding her teases just a little funny. She yelped as he shoved her face away, lightly biting his hand just to be a gremlin. He definitely didn’t yelp, and he had absolutely no increase of any red coloring on his cheeks. His tone was a sad attempt at a tease, sounding more whiny than anything. “S-seriously, Gwanda?”

Gwen snorted at the silly name, once again reminded that Miles’s calling was definitely visual arts, not writing. “You’re so good at drawing, yet so bad at coming up with decent excuse stuff. How does that even work, blossom?” Her hand moved up, flicking his thick hair.

“Hey, watch the ‘do!” He grabbed her wrist, poking her now-exposed side. He had expected a grunt or groan, but not the strangled yelp the action received. His memories wandered to a few days prior, where Pavitr had been goofing around with Gwen. And, Pav being Pav, had decided to start something he couldn’t finish. The two had gotten into a tickle fight, which Miles definitely didn’t stick around to watch. Nevertheless, he had a perfect idea on how to retaliate to her teasing.

Smirking, Miles tugged her arm up further, cupping the back of her head with his hand as he pinned her to the concrete rooftop. Once he was sure she wouldn’t hurt herself, he gathered both her wrists above her head, webbing them in place. Gwen wasn’t going anywhere.

“Mihiles- Miles wait!” The blonde squirmed and wriggled, trying to break the webs. Her efforts were fruitless, the silky material seemingly rooted in place. Gwen would apologize, but she wasn’t really sorry for anything. He was cute, it was her job to call him on it.

Miles smirked down at her, his cheeks still bearing a small amount of the rosy hue. “Yeah, don’t think so. Time for a taste of your own medicine!"

His fingers dug into her stomach, poking and pinching the tiny bit of pudge below her belly button. She squealed, not expecting the immediate attack on such a ticklish spot. “GYAA- MIHIHILES! NOHOHO!”

Her laughter was honestly adorable, wild and happy as she squirmed around. Miles couldn’t help the way his cheeks heated back up, the red color once again burning his rich complexion. Gwen was too lost in laughter to notice, her eyes scrunched tight in mirth. “COHOME OHOHON! IHI- I DIHIDN’T DOHO THIHIHIS!”

That was true, though she did tease him. Her words snapped him out of his little trance, a smirk gracing his lips. “Hmm. Sounds like a you problem, Gwen.” She groaned through her laughter, hearing him quote her earlier sass. “DOHON’T USE MY WOHOHORDS AGAINST MEHEHEEE!” The end was a bit whinier than she would’ve liked, but it got the point across.

“You deserve it. But fiiiine, I’ll move.” Miles moved up to her ribs, scratching between each bone. Her form-fitting spider suit offered little to no protection, and she had a good hour before the webs naturally dissolved. Miles would obviously stop way before then. Still, she knew that the only way out of this was through him.

The ribs were, thankfully, not as bad as her stomach. Gwen’s loud laughter dwindled down to bubbly giggles, her arms straining as she tugged at the webs. “M-Mihihiles! Thihis is soho nohohot fahahahair!”

Damn, why did her laugh have to be so cute? It didn’t matter if it was loud or squeaky, her happy sounds always put a smile on his face and a blush on his cheeks. Gwen would’ve teased him, but she was a bit busy giggling her head off at the moment. Maybe he could use his flustered dilemma to his advantage. “And you said I was cute. Look’it you, you’re giggling as much as Mayday.”

Gwen felt her own cheeks getting pink, the silly teases, tickles, and Miles’s smile was flustering her a bit more than she’d like to admit. She completely deserved it, but still. The tickling wasn’t inherently unbearable, though it definitely got to her. Mainly, it was Miles. His warm yet mischievous smile, dumb teases, nimble fingers and rosy cheeks were melting her brain to a giddy soup. “Shuhut ihihit!”

The park was quiet, Gwen’s silly sounds filling the otherwise peaceful air. From the rooftop, nobody could really hear them, save for a few loud squeals or squeaks. It was just the birds, Miles, Gwen and her lively giggling.

Soon enough, Gwen’s cheeks grew sore, her eyes slightly watering at the edges. Her bright red face was telling enough, a clear signal that it was time to stop. Miles stilled his fingers, only a bit dissapointed he didn’t get to try many spots. He’d have plenty of time later. “You alive down there?”

She grumbled some choice words, burying her blushing face in her shoulder. Miles was a bit better off, his own blush now a faint glow. “That’s a solid maybe.” He chuckled, tearing the webbing and freeing his fellow spider person’s hands. Gwen immediately hugged herself, rubbing at her tingling ribs. “You’re free, giggles~”

That earned him a foot to the hip. His spider sense had warned him in advance, though he let her get the small hit in. Miles raised his hands in defeat, struggling not to laugh. “Ohokay, okay! I’m done, promise.”

“Youhu suck, Morales!” Gwen finally sat back up, fully recovered from his attack. A small blush still tinted her cheeks, though neither of them dared mention it. He did, however, want to joke around a bit. “Only when you need it.”

Another foot to the hip, though he dodged it that time. The other hero got to her feet, wobbling slightly before she found her footing. Experimentally shooting out a web, she swung a few feet, giving herself permission to swing around the city again. Her next web shot was aimed at Miles, nailing him in the chest and pulling him closer. “You’re lucky you didn’t kill me! Could’ve left the whole city in shambles.”

He just laughed, feeling the butterflies swarm in his stomach at the sudden closeness. Another joke was attempted, though it sounded more bashful than anything. “At least you’re pretty when you giggle. Hell’uva way to go out, all adorable blushes and cute smilin’.”

Gwen bit her lip, his words echoing through his head. Adorable, cute, pretty... Her eyes darted to his full lips, imagining a common scenario that played through her head more times than she was willing to admit around the boy. It was then when she noticed just how close she’d tugged Miles in. Awkwardly chuckling, she looked away, releasing the web tethered to his chest and pulling her mussed up hair back. “Whatever, smiles. You’re worse than I am, a stoplight could get jealous of your blushes.”

He rolled his eyes, tugging the black fabirc of his mask snugly over his face. It did little to hide his emotions though, the expressive bug-eyes conveying his feelings just fine. They had brushed off the small moment, as they had hundreds of times before. Mutual pining would only take them so far, but neither was feeling bold enough to take any action right then. “Zip it. You should’a seen your face a few minutes ago, those cheeks were red as Peter’s suit.”

An empty coffee cup was chucked at his head, though he easily dodged and sent it soaring for the nearby park’s recycling bin. The playful banter continued, even as they left the park and started their patrol. Neither one of the spiderlings could get the happy, warm smiles off their faces as they spoke. Best slow day ever…

#atsv tickles #lee!miles #ler!gwen #ticklish!miles #tickle fic #sfw tickling community #tickle #spiderverse tickles #across the spiderverse tickles #across the spiderverse #atsv #atsv miles #atsv gwen #gwiles

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strle · 7 months

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Halloween 2023, NYC.

Life was great as Kool-Aid Man, but things took a dark turn at the end.

Before I suited up I had wondered aloud whether anyone under the age of 30 would even know who Kool-Aid Man is.

Turns out EVERYONE knows who Kool-Aid Man is. In Chinatown? OH YEAH Kool-Aid man is a star. In the parade? Kool-Aid man is stopping traffic because people want to take pictures and maybe hug.

I have never felt more beloved than I felt as Kool-Aid Man. I realized that this experience was the culmination of billions and billions of dollars of global advertising directed towards impressionable children over the course of decades. It felt great. Money well spent, both for my personal experience on halloween and I'm sure for selling Kool-Aid. The people love Kool-Aid man. OH YEAH!!!!! I am yelling OH YEAH all night long like a broken promotional record. I delivered priceless brand value for somebody at Kraft, if only there were a way to measure and surface all the photos and count the impressions.

Apparently Kool-Aid Man also made some notable cameo experiences on the family guy? A lot of people were yelling OH NOOOOOOO!!!! in a type of call and response. No matter what anyone said to me there was only one thing to say. OH YEAHHHHH!!!

Anyway, there are probably thousands of pics of Kool-Aid Man from halloween parade. I got so many hugs, so many high fives, and probably a few low grade assaults (born of love and longing and good humor I am sure) that I couldn’t really see or understand as they were happening bc the costume was so big. At some point a small child ran up to me and beconned me back to take a picture with his family. We walked pretty far to get back to them. I walked along the fence, and gave a long line of high fives. Even when people got up close, I had a lot of personal space in my joyous red bubble. I felt safe and delighted to bring joy to so many. It felt like a very fun obstacle course inside a balloon. No one could see me through the suit, but as Kool-Aid Man, I felt SEEN. OH YEAH!!!

After the parade, we stopped to take a lot more pictures and after a few blocks I was feeling ready to get out of the suit. I stepped over towards a sort of doorway to take a picture w some girls, but also get out of the flow of traffic, which was a bit chaotic as all the costumes people get out of the street and onto the sidewalk.

All of the sudden, some guy ran through yelling and laughing and grabbed me and sort of pummeled the suit and it popped. Suddenly I am very alarmed and swimming in red nylon. The joyous bubble had been rather forcefully burst. Had someone stabbed Kool-Aid Man in the face??? The beautiful and kind ladies who I had just taken a picture with when it happened were yelling at the guy with "Hey that is not cool! that's a girl in there!!!" or something like that, and definitely implied a certain deliberately extra untowardness from the assailant. It happened really fast and my halloween companion in a dragon mask doesn't really have great visibility either, but he said it was a fully grown man in a white hoodie who ran off into the night. It was quite shocking to me and everyone around me, and I think people were rattled that somebody would do that. I definitely was. Even though I got out of the suit fast, it was obvious that fixing Kool-Aid Man would not be a straightforward tape job- the seam had blown out around the plastic that forms his nose. It was hard to go from feeling like "wow this is the best halloween ever!! this might be a top 10 greatest night of my whole life lol! OH YEAHHHH!!!" to wondering whether I had just gotten stabbed in the face.

I really, really, really wanted it to be dumb hijinxx not deliberately destructive violence. I loved being Kool-Aid Man! Everyone loves Kool-Aid Man! I got so many high fives! And then some random jerk ruined everything in an instant. We took off our costumes and started the long,quiet walk home through manhattan. I don't think either of us knew what to say really. (oh no)

Looking at the tear in the morning, I've concluded it’s pretty likely that the explosion was an accident. I've had to mend inflatable costumes before and I think if it had gotten deliberately pierced with a sharp object, it would have destructed differently. The nose is blown out on one side and then it's a straight cut extending from top and the bottom of the nose. Like maybe the guy came in for a bear hug and just squeezed just too hard? Or a joke punch for the camera and the suit didn't have enough surface area for the air to escape because i was up against the door? Maybe he was wearing an unseen ring that hit the seem just right when he popped kool aid man in his nose, and then he was so embarrassed he ran off into the night?

Thats’s what I have decided to believe anyway. I refuse to let it spoil the experience because up to that moment it was extremely joyous and fun. a+++ would Kool Aid Man again, I was very much looking forward to it, in fact!

In the end, I remind myself that it's just an inflatable halloween costume, and that people do go too hard sometimes on this day. (and every day! people learn how to act right challenge ugh!!!) I am fine, just got a bit of a nasty shock after all that awe.

Can't cry too hard over spilled Kool-Aid though, especially not with Lil Nas X dressed like a giant used tampon. That really did cheer me up.

Unfortunately this particular Kool-Aid Man costume is discontinued, so I'm looking into tent tape and kite tape to patch up my guy. He's gonna have a face scar like Michael K Williams, and next time I Kool-Aid Man I will do so in his honor. Oh yeah. Resilience Baby.

#kool aid man #halloween #nyc #lil nas x #michael k williams

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twsted-kinks · 9 months

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Ok hear me out! Idk why but I feel like Riddle has a collar kink or like sm with bdsm. He's literally always putting people in collars and GOD I wish it was me!

Can I get reader (w/ praise kink) /Riddle (who likes bdsm) I feel like it'd be really fun!

Also! Thank you for taking time out of your day (or night) to look at my horny thoughts! I appreciate it! Have a fabulous rest of your day!

>ageless and minors dni<

I usually see Riddle as submissive but the few times I can see him being dominant it's him role-playing and using his collars djsjdhd. I'm gonna include some other bdsm stuff I'm into mostly because I think spankings can be a reward as much as it can be a punishment but you never see it. So I'm gonna write it. Cause I like it.

Riddle x Reader/MC: Collared Rose (NSFW)

Established relationship, Dom Riddle Sub Reader, gender neutral reader (they/them), reader is Yuu

Content Warning: submissive reader/reader in subspace, spanking, praise, ambiguous oral sex, if I missed something let me know

The day is finally over. Two large exams, a mile run, putting out a fire started by Grim, all of it. Finally over. All Yuu wanted in this moment is to be with their boyfriend and just relax, no thinking. When Yuu enter their boyfriend's bedroom, Riddle greets them with a small smile that quickly turns into a worried expression when they flop onto his bed, not even bothering to take off their bag.

"Are you alright, my rose?" Riddle asks as he sets down his book.

"Yeah, just tired." Yuu grumbles into the bed sheets and then flips over. "Had a lot of big things today, but hey, I got it done. Thanks again for helpingme study. I don't think I got a 100, but I think I did decent enough to not bring my current grades down in those classes."

"And you should feel proud of that. For someone who knew nothing about this world earlier this year, you've made a lot of progress." Riddle stands, walks over to Yuu, and sits on the bed next to them.

Yuu sits up and leans against Riddle, resting their head on his shoulder. "I've been good today, right?"

"Yes." Riddle kisses the top of their hair. "You've done well."

"Can I... Can I get a reward?"

Riddle smiles. "Yes, you may. You've been very good, so you can choose. What would you like, my love?"

Yuu mumbles into his shoulder.

"Can you repeat that? I didn't hear you."

"I want the collar and riding crop."

"Alright, you go ahead and get undressed while I get the crop." Riddle kisses Yuu's head again before getting up.

Yuu quickly undresses, folding all of their clothes and setting them to the side, and crawls onto Riddle's bed. They sit on their knees and wait. After some time, Riddle walks back, crop in hand, and stands in front of Yuu.

"We'll be using the light system for safe words. Do you remember what each color means?" Riddle asks.

Yuu answers readily. "Green means all good. Yellow means caution and we need to check in. Red means stop everything."

"Good." Riddle reaches out and cups Yuu's face. "Are you ready, my rose?"

"Yes, my queen. Please, I- I've been good. Will you please reward me?"

"Of course." Riddle leans down, lips gently meeting Yuu's. He pulls away and whispers, "Off with her head."

In a short flash, a cold metal collar hangs on Yuu's neck. They bite their lip, trying to soften their moan, as their thighs press together.

"You've been so good. A wonderful example." Riddle kisses Yuu again. "Lean over the bed. I'll give you your reward."

Yuu eagerly shifts, moving their hips off the side of the bed with their feet to the floor. Riddle moves off of the bed and pauses, admiring the view in front of him. He reaches down and caresses the flesh of Yuu's ass, squeezing the soft fat.

"You're so beautiful." Riddle steps back and slaps the crop into his hand, making Yuu jump a bit at the sound. Slowly, Riddle runs the edge of the riding crop up along Yuu's thigh. "Perfect in your own imperfection." Riddle pauses as the end of the crop near's Yuu's core. Yuu's thighs squeeze together.

"Open your legs. I want to see all of you, all of my beautiful rose." Riddle commands.

Yuu does as they're told and is rewarded with a hard smack across their ass. They moan as their knees buckle.

"Was that hard enough?" Riddle asks.

"Yes- Fuck yes." Yuu begins to pant. "Green. So fucking green."

"Alright then. Count each one for me."

Riddle spanks Yuu again and again with the crop. Each time they moan, they squirm, as they try to count each hit. Their ass gets redder and redder, more and marks being added.

"R-Riddle, please."

"Ah? What are you meant to call me."

"My Queen."

"Good." Riddle carasses Yuu's ass again. "Now tell me what you want, my rose."

"May I cum, My Queen?"

"Of course, my rose." Riddle kneels down. "Spread yourself for me." Yuu does as they're told, reaching behind them and revealing their core even more. Riddle sees their hold pulse in anticipation, his breath already making them moan. Riddle leans in and kisses their hole before running his tongue along it. He groans as he dips his tongue into Yuu as his hand moves to Yuu's clit/cock and slowly begins to stroke it.

"Fuck, Riddle- My Queen. Faster, please!" Yuu moans as they push their hips back. Riddle complies, quickening his tongue and hand, as Yuu's breathing becomes more and more ragged. Yuu is practically humping his face as their legs shake below them. Finally, with a loud moan, Yuu's hole squeezes around Riddle's tongue as their clit/cock pulses in his fingers. Their fluids drench the bedding below them.

"Such a beautiful rose." Riddle pulls his face away before giving Yuu's hole another kiss. "My beautiful rose."

#twst smut #answers #twst writings #twst x reader #twst thots #twst riddle smut #riddle x reader

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urrockstar-xe · 1 year

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potions test - s.b x fem!reader

posted december 11th, 2022, 9:26 pm

anon asked: hi hi hi!!! i was wondering if you could do prompt 45 w sirius black!!! hehe thank u sm <3 have a nice day

45 "they hate each other" "no they don't, not really"

I am so sorry for the wait on this one (i've said that so much), so much has happened these past few months. I really hope you like this, sweets.

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“Now what makes you so sure your tricks are better than mine?” Sirius’ question had the three boys all turning to look at You for your answer. “Well, for one, I don’t get caught.” Sirius scoffed at this. “That’s because they’re not brilliant enough to incite rage in our dear old professors, and for your information, I find gossiping over brunch with Minerva quite fun.”

James, Remus, and Peter had been watching the two of you go back and forth for 15 minutes, somehow finding yourselves stuck in an argument about whose tricks are better.

“It’s not brunch, you imbecile, it’s detention.” You responded, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Why are you both still on about this?” Peter asked, crumpling up a wrapper. “Because Black is too stubborn to admit when he’s wrong,” “Oh please if anyone’s stubborn it's you, always insisting on being right about everything. “You wouldn’t be pointing that out if you didn’t agree-”

“Alright! Y/n, I believe we have a study session for potions right about now, shall we?” Remus interrupted making a gap between his arm and torso.

“Right, we shall” you looped your arm with his. “This test completely makes or breaks our livelihoods, I’ll be damned if I lose because of an argument with Sirius Black of all people.”

Once again Sirius scoffed at your words. “And what could you possibly mean by that? You know what, you’d go mental if I got a higher score than you.” You almost laughed in his face at his response. “I’d like to see you try.”

Sirius smirked, causing a sigh from the small crowd of your friends. “See you on Friday night to reveal our grades to each other.” You rolled your eyes, knowing Sirius was now just trying to get under your skin. “There's a quidditch match on Friday!” James mentioned, shooting a glare at Sirius.

“Yes, prongs, I’m aware.” He glared back.

“Okay, she’ll see you then! Let’s go,” just as Remus began pulling you down the hall you heard James tell Sirius “If you flunk quidditch because you want to get in her pants, I swear to bloody merlin, Black.” giving both you and Remus a good laugh while you picked up the pace.

Sure enough, Friday night rolled around, and as you made your way across the hall to the rowdy group of Gryffindors Sirius turned to you with his usual Bright smile and charming eyes. “We won! Though I couldn’t hear you cheering me on in the crowd, I felt it in my heart.” He said pretending to pout while he gently patted his chest.

“Sorry, I was too busy imagining the look on your face when you find out my potions grade beat yours to cheer at all, though I’m sure James was excellent.” You responded smiling back at the boy whilst holding up your graded paper, proving it was in fact higher than Sirius’.

“Well, it’s not my fault you throw away your life for studying now, is it? We both know who the real winner of this competition was, I’m sure.” He winked.

You both almost Immediately spiraled into a big bickering mess, walking down the hall together as you argued.

“They hate each other,” James said, once again watching you both with Peter and Remus.

And just as Sirius swung his arm around your shoulders, turning down another hall, Remus responded “No, they don’t, not really,”

“Were you really listening for me in the crowd?” You asked Sirius. Now out of earshot of your mates. “Always, darl’” He smiled.

“Well, guess I wasn’t loud enough then, oh well, there’s always next time.” You shrugged. Sirius laughed as he stopped walking for a moment to bring you into a quick kiss, leaning away ever so slightly to ask, “We’re going to celebrate me winning the quidditch game, yes?” You laughed, “as long we can celebrate me being smarter than you, Black”

#sirius black x reader #sirius orion black #sirius black x slytherin!reader #sirius black x gryffindor!reader #sirius black x y/n #sirius black x ravenclaw!reader #sirius black x female reader #sirius black imagine #the marauders x reader #Spotify

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The perfect way to start Summer Vacation

Fandom: Wednesday

Characters: Wednesday & Enid

Warning: Tickling, light swearing & fluff

Ler, Wednesday. Lee, Enid.

Enid, after a long 24/7 day of school, flopped on her bed practically fell asleep. As it was the last day of school for that certain grade, they had somewhat of 2 and A half months until they had to go to school for the next grade.

In the morning Wednesday was awoken by Enid's loud pop music, as usual she told her to turn it off, and again as usual Enid just turned it down A little bit. "Do you need me to come over again?!" Wednesday said. "Do you need therapy?" Enid joked. However it did not hit Wednesday the way she wanted it to. *Enid, this is you last fucking warning." Wednesday said as she got up from her bed and turned the music off. "Hey! Way to start Summer Vacation!* Enid whined as she folded her arms and frowned at Wednesday, Wednesday ignored her attempt at trying to make her feel guilty as she asked her a question. " Why did you decide to blast Music while you could clearly tell I was sleeping?" Wednesday asked her dear friend as Enid just stood there silent "Hello?" Wednesday snapped her fingers a few times to try and get Enid's attention, it was useless. "Well, looks like I'm gonna have to tickle the truth out of you then" Wednesday said.

Before Enid could even react she was already on the floor with a smirking goth girl above her. As Wednesday looked her up and down, as she searched where to tickle first. "Enid, if you the chance to redeem yourself, would you take it?" Wednesday asked the baby teen werewolf before going for the kill. "W-well maybe, I don't know!" Enid said, her voice scared, eyes wide, and mouth slightly open out of excitement, I-I mean fear. "Well, looks like I'm going for your worst spot." Wednesday said as she went for Enid's unreasonably ticklish chest. As Wednesday was tickling Enid she started thinking of all the things they should... Not should, could do together, it was going to be a fun one. She thought to herself. It is going to be a fun one! She thought to herself more confidently this time. "HAHAHA WEDNESDAY I'LL TELL YOU! I'LL TELL YOU I'LL TELL YOU I'LL TELL YOU!" Enid screamed of laughter, as Wednesday stopped and got off of Enid she didn't demand the truth, instead, she decided to make Enid feel just slightly happier. "Now Enid, was that fun?" Wednesday asked her girlfriend I-I I-I I-I I-I mean friend while smiling nicely. "Wednesday... That smile is adorable! And yes, I did have fun!" Enid said as she smiled back. "Good, this was the best way to start Summer wasn't it." "Yeah, it was." They both embraced each other in a kiss *spits out water* I mean a Hug, yes, just a normal hug, perfectly normal, (it was a kiss.)

#wednesday #wednesday tickle #enid #wenclair #jenna ortega #wednesday addams #emma myers #Wednesday Addams #enid sinclair #Enid lee #Wednesday ler

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cleziel-leora · 9 months

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Following you in every step

Serval/Reader

College au, You, march, asta and serval are friends, also the story will be a POV of yours and only yours, there are many times that it turns into 3rd person pov

Warnings: Tw: suicide, heart shattering love for each other, homophobia, and parents wanting their children to get push to their limit. Parents being parents. If any of these topics triggers you, you can leave.

a/n : please don’t actually commit unaliving yourself, many people care for you, and I’m one of them :)

“Yo y/n!” As I turned around to see who it was, I saw Serval running towards me, I smiled and waved to her, she reached me and said “Wanna hangout with me, along with March and Asta this weekend?” “Yeah sure I’m free this weekend” I replied to her, “yes!” she said with excitement. She was telling me everything about the hangout, the whole time me and her were smiling from every single moment of happiness, it was like eventually all of this happiness with her will be gone, but I know it wouldn’t after all we are too scared to leave each other, especially if it’s because of someone.

The weekend comes by and you were all having fun, you guys went to an arcade, cafe, go shopping for something and many more fun activities, eventually all of the fun have to end, because you all have to go home now, You parted ways with Asta and March, You and Serval were neighbours so you really don’t need to part away from each other, You were talking to each other ay you both walk through your neighbourhood.

“That was really fun! We should hang out again, before school ends and before we get separated again!” Serval said with full of joy. I laughed for a little and replied to her “Yeah, we should, If we really have the time”, “We do have time! We’ll help each other to finish all our tasks so we can finish early!” Serval replied, we both laughed and continued to talk more until we reached our houses and bid our goodbyes for tonight.

The next weekend everyone is busy with studying and focusing, exam week and Project week is coming and none of you want to fail. This is the only thing that can save a student’s grade after all. You were all really stressed from all of this and finally after 2 weeks exam week and project week were finally over. Now student’s just gonna worry if they pass or not. After all the exams and projects you and all of your friends decided to go out to treat yourselves.

“Ah we can all relax now after studying our butts off” March said as she drank her Ice tea. Asta let out a little giggle and said “And I hope after studying a lot all of our hard work pays off”. The whole afternoon you guys were just having fun with each other's company.

Four days after that Serval decided it was time. It was only you two hanging out and she already wants to admit that. “I like you, Y/n” Serval said.

It feels like my world just stops and I forgot how to breathe. After a minute I finally spoke. “You…Like me? I…I never thought you would actually like me…I…” I was blushing and my blood started rushing onto my face. “I…I like you too…”. I was stuttering as I admit that I also like her.

We both had something in common, we are into each other. “You’re really cute when you blush and stutter when you’re in love, especially when you’re in love with me” She said as you tried to your face from her.

Too bad not all good things will always stay. Your parents find out that you are dating a woman and they were not proud, they forced you into breaking up.

“Serval'' You said as you were both talking to each other, she got sad a little and said “I thought it was Vally :('' You giggled but soon it was replaced with sadness. “Vally I know this will shatter you but…I’m breaking up with you” she went silent and her voice started to tremble. “W..why…Did I d..do something wrong? Did I accidentally hurt you?, please y/n please…I don’t want to lose you…”. Before leaving her house you kiss her on the lips for the first and last time. “You didn’t do anything wrong baby…” You start to tear up “You didn’t do anything wrong…I just…You don’t need to know baby…all you need to know is that… I will always love you and I love you forever…never forget that..okay baby?”. You left her house still crying, and she was crying too, she never got to tell you some things before you left her.

The past few days have been really shitty. The forced break up still hurts you. And what's worse is that your grades were finally here and your parents weren’t proud of it…

“Only 97!? That’s the best you can do huh!?” My mother yells at me while my father lets her yell at me. “You’re so dumb you know that!?You didn’t even try to bring it up to 99 or 100!” My mom slapped me on the face and said “You will never be good enough. You’re a useless child. Go to your room. We don’t want to see that stupid face of yours.” I ran to my room and locked it and all those words were going through my head. I cried and cried in silence, I saw a sharp cutter and thought to myself “Maybe…I should really end it…”

The sound of the ambulance got louder and louder but Serval didn’t really hear it. She was busy drowning herself into her music to make her pain go away.

“Breaking news: A woman was found dead in her comfort of her own room, the victim was y/n, to all her family and friends hearing this, We are sorry for your lost”

Her heart shatters as she hears the news “You could have said to me, or to asta and march…” she cries “I’m always here for you didn’t I say that?” her cries started to get loud “I wish I was there to help you…I love you…” she tries to stop crying but it only made her cry more “I love you too, forever and ever…even in my last breaths…I will never forget you…and I will never forget how I love you so much, I will only love you, just wait for me there…wait for me to go to you…so you can never feel alone there.”

Three months later there was another breaking news.

“Famous Serval Landau was found in her room dead, after committing suicide”

Serval was buried next to you. Just like what she requested in her suicidal note.

“You’re here…You’re actually here, my baby…my dear, val”

“I’m finally with you again my sweet dear y/n…”

Note: Hi im back after disappearing for about 2 months bcus of personal reasons, yes I know the ff is not really fluff or smut suprisingly, butttt maybe if I have the time again, maybe I'll write smut or fluff or anything (currently taking request)

#honkai star rail #fem reader #female reader #lesbian #gxg #wlw #serval #serval x reader #serval x you #serval landau #honkai serval #honkai star rail x reader #star rail x you #star rail angst #hsr #hsr serval

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Why You Should Watch White Christmas (the 2011 Kdrama): A Manifesto

Yesterday I was watching White Christmas (specifically episodes 4 and 5) for the fourth time. I watched it for the first time like five years ago and all my feelings are still there and still potent so today I am here to tell you that you should watch it too.

THE BASICS:

Seven kids at an elite private high school over winter break. They stayed there because they all received mysterious black letters, accusing them of vague, nonspecific crimes and claiming that on New Year's Day someone will die. When they find out that ALL of them received this letter, they decide one of them must have been the one to send it--and they set out to discover who it was. In the meantime, a giant blizzard shuts down all the roads, and telephone and internet connections go down as well, leaving the school isolated and all on campus trapped there together.

things develop from there.

THE CHARACTERS:

Park Moo-yul: A Good Boy. His grades are constantly second highest in the school; he's obsessed with studying and wants to someday come in first. Sort of a leader type, he tries to organize the investigative efforts (and later, keep things from falling apart--except, much as he'd like to believe it, he's not immune to the Lord of the Flies effect lols). For the first couple episodes, he's sort of the main/POV character, but by the end it's more of an ensemble cast show. In the episodes I just watched, there are multiple scenes with him staring down a gun and waiting to get shot. Some ppl think he's boring but I love a guy with a hero complex.

Choi Chi-hoon: The Genius. The first place to Park Moo-yul's second. People call him unemotional and heartless; it turns out later he does have difficulty feeling emotions due to a neurological issue. Loves science, interested in the black letters as a puzzle but for a while pretends not to be. The least likely to go Lord of the Flies but his Very Logical plans are often actually very risky.

Yoon Eun-sung: The Only Girl. (except for that one other woman who shows up later but she's not one of the seven so we're not counting her.) Used to be the most popular girl in school and also Park Moo-yul's girlfriend but then she Changed (aka she developed depression). Sarcastic and possibly suicidal. Everyone is OBSESSED with her (well, four, arguably five characters are obsessed with her, but this show only has a total of 11 characters so that's really too many).

Also, she's played by Esom, so if you like Esom, you should watch White Christmas.

Lee Jae-kyu: Why are you here???? For the first few episodes, that's a genuine question; he doesn't have an apparent connection to the others in the group, and it's a mystery why the black letter sender would have any grudges against him. It turns out later he has some secret issues. He's a bit of a snake in the grass. I won't go into it.

Yang Kang-mo: He wants to be a reporter someday! His nickname is Cameraman Yang, and he's always carrying a camera around. He's deaf, and partly as a result, gets bullied a lot. He is the favorite character of the friend I was watching this show with yesterday. Also there's a whole episode of him getting chased around with baseball bats, look forward to it.

Jo Young-jae: A bully, a coward and a messed up kid. A line he says in the show is, "Yes, I'm used to people hating me. To the extent that I'm scared when people don't hate me. But you made me hate myself!" A line someone else says to him is, "You're not a bad person. You're weak. If everyone knew how weak you were, they wouldn't hate you." To watch Jo Young-jae have multiple mental breakdowns, watch White Christmas, I promise it is very fun.

Also, he's played by Kim Young-kwang, so if you like Kim Young-kwang, you should watch White Christmas.

Yoon Su: His nickname is Angel. In general, it requires incredible academic acumen to go to Susin High; Yoon Su got in bc his parents donated money to the school. He's a loner and does not want to be here; his ambition in life is to be a musician, and he loves playing the guitar. He has some mental health issues and takes (unspecified) recreational drugs. He also has a giant grudge. Against who? Stay tuned to find out.

Also he's played by Lee Soo-hyuk, so if you like Lee Soo-hyuk, you should watch White Christmas.

Kang Mi-reu: THIS BOY IS NOT SUPPOSED TO BE HERE. Remember how I said seven kids got letters, seven kids stayed at the school? Meet kid number eight. Kang Mi-reu didn't get a letter and he didn't get permission to stay on campus either; technically he's on probation and on his way to being expelled. He sneakily stayed on campus to investigate who framed him for exploding a statue, the reason for his expulsion. He can go through air vents and has a great theme song. He wants to solve his problems with violence. Actually he once beat Choi Chi-hoon at academics but got pissed off at always losing to him and gave up on being a perfect student. We all love Kang Mi-reu.

Also he's played by Kim Woo-bin so if you like Kim Woo-bin, you should watch White Christmas.

Yoon Jong-il: The teacher who stayed on campus to supervise. Wow, I'm sure with a responsible adult around, there will be no chaos or violence breaking out on campus.

Kim Yo-han: He's not even affiliated with the school. He got in a car accident near it and then got stuck here due to the storm. He keeps getting concussions/broken bones/deadly fevers. Also, he's a psychiatrist, and finds all the weird shit going on at the school rather intriguing.

IS IT SHIPPY?

I mean, is there any actual romance? No.

Do we see slow burn friendships develop from suspicion to deep trust and affection over the course of the show? Also no.

Do I think some of these people should make out? Yeah.

A few ships I have specifically:

-Choi Chi-hoon/Park Moo-yul: Obvious rival ship, overemotional dude/kind of cold dude, leader type/genius type. There is also some hurt/comfort towards the end that I really can't describe without spoilers but the mix of resentment and trust is immense.

-Kang Mi-reu/Park Moo-yul: This is my just for fun ship. Good boy/bad boy vibes. Also Kang Mi-reu seems to actually listen to Park Moo-yul when for the most part he won't listen to anyone. Also he snuck into Park Moo-yul's bedroom once while he was sleeping and teased him about the fact that he and all the others got black letters and won't the sender be so offended he dares to sleep instead of sitting up paranoid all night. I just think they're cute.

-Yang Kang-mo/Jo Young-jae: Yes this is a bully/victim ship which is not usually my thing, but I love both of them and also Young-jae is so pathetic and Kang-mo honestly scares him at multiple points. Meanwhile Kang-mo is kind of tired and fed up with him but at this point has sort of a weird connection with him regardless. They know each other.

-Yoon Eun-sung/Jo Young-jae: Young-jae is my favorite of the dudes who's obsessed with Eun-sung, and the most toxic of them as well. She used to be perfect and he had a resentful crush on her for that; now she's kind of messed up but still aloof and superior, and he still wants and hates her at the same time. And she knows, and teases him about it, and he acts nonchalant but you can tell it grinds at him. The best m/f dynamic of the show.

I have a bunch of other ships.... explaining them involves spoilers so I'll just list a few: Kang Mi-reu/Yoon Su, Yang Kang-mo/Yoon Eun-sung/Park Moo-yul, Lee Jae-kyu/Choi Chi-hoon, Lee Jae-kyu/Jo Young-jae.

BUT, PERHAPS MOST IMPORTANTLY... THE VIBES!!!

I love the characters of White Christmas but I mostly rewatch it so much bc 1) the pacing is on point and 2) it's so cinematically satisfying.

In terms of plot and pacing--Everything moves fast. Each episode is very distinct from the others, the plot consistently moving forward at a breakneck pace. Each episode I would say gets a little faster and wilder (with the exception of episode 3, perhaps, which moves a little slow--but then episode 4 goes completely unhinged, so it's a fair exchange). There is shit going on and they are going to cram a whole show's worth of content into 8 episodes and you are going to eat it.

In terms of production: Visually stark. Lots of glass and snow and shadows everywhere. Fun shots. A great soundtrack. For one thing, Wake Up by Arcade Fire recurs a lot and the vibes are immense and very teenage angst and "what the fuck am I supposed to do".

Anyways here's some shots I think convey the vibe:

ANYWAY.

Watch White Christmas! And if you do, or if you've already watched it, please talk to me about it! I am currently in the White Christmas feelings, as I often am this time of year.

#white christmas #white christmas kdrama #white christmas 2011 #kdramas

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"My happiness is connected to yours "

Stephen strange x reader.

Summary:- y/n runs away after a little family drama, she's in her early twenties and bumps into Stephen. Stephen becomes her everything. But does Stephen feels same for his adorable new friend?

It was a normal day for Stephen strange and his companions, their training session was going as usual, spring seem to appear as new lives came to the trees. Stephen strolled around checking on everyone and sometimes getting lost in his thoughts, thoughts about Christine. She was hard, rather impossible to be forgotten. How they could've been a thing but perhaps it was for their good only.... Wait who's there? Stephen got out of his thought bubble. It popped, and the popping parts sparkled around him when He saw a girl, 18 or 19 maybe, she seemed beautiful to him. He staired at her trying to figure out what is it? Why his eyes are stuck who's she ? She ran inside with a huge bag and looked around puzzled.

"Hey, are you a new student?" He called out, after gaining a bit of sense of his surroundings.

She was startled and then her eyes met with his, their eyes softened, there was sparkle for some reason. "Oh no sorry I don't know where... Uh, can I be a student?" She said.

Bizzare innit? She has no clue what's going around there yet she's interested into being a student.

"I mean, you can but then..."

"Great so how much is it?" She enquired before letting him complete his sentence.

"Free but listen..."

"Oh great, I'm in, oh and I would like to stay here please Mr?"

"It's doctor strange and cool down a minute, where are you from?"

"Can't tell"

"Why?"

"Well it's..."

"Look you have to tell me about yourself ". He said putting a foot forward to her and affectionately looking at her, she was young and looked belonging from a well doing Household, he wanted to make her feel comfortable.

She staired at him, then said, "fine, I'm y/n and I'm from the city that's next to it".

"And what about this bag?" Strange asked.

"It's um, look Mr doctor strange, I've run from my house".

"You did what?" He asked amazed.

"I know too impulsive, but I had an argument with my parents cause I got lesser grades so.."

"How old are you?"

"Not very polite to ask a woman of her age but I'm in my early twenties ".

"Wait " Stephen couldn't believe that tiny confused woman is in her twenties, she looked too young "you're not a teen?"

"I know I look tiny but I'm not, am doing masters that's why the grades thing got serious, now can I stay".

"Uh okay" Stephen said without thinking.

"Thank you so much, Oh and please tell my parents I'm here, it was impulsive of me to run I don't want them to worry." Saying this she went inside.

Stephen kept on looking at her, what just happened ? A breeze? A fresh Breeze didn't hit him, then why does he feels so light? Spring! Not in the air only, but spring means rejuvenation, has the winter inside him turned to spring? Well maybe, or Perhaps his new student, he didn't know yet.

Entering he saw her talking to wong, "you care for them and yet don't wanna go home?" Asked he.

"No, I wanna learn this thing that they're learning it seems fun".

"She can stay wong, let her" said Stephen walking towards them.

"yey thanks doctor strange" saying this she flung herself into Stephen and wrapped her hands around him. Stephen was confused at first , affection, this word was long lost for him, it might be planning to make a come back so he too held her by an arm of his. Wong gave a smirk and went.

"I talked to your parents" he said.

"What did they say?" She asked.

" that they trust you and knows you'll learn mystic arts in no time" Stephen said with a smile.

"They allowed it, gosh " she was in disbelief.

"Let me show you your room, come".

She followed him then he opened a room for her. She entered and looked around.

"It's nice, where's your room?" She asked.

"It's in the other side". He replied.

"Can I get a room there?".

"Uh I guess yes the room beside mine is empty, is anything wrong with this one".

"Nah, I just don't know how the other people around my room are gonna be".

What did she mean? She distrusts everyone but Stephen? She trusts him or what? Stephen thought. She's new, yet trusts him, like a long known friend. Then he managed to say.

"Yeah okay I'll get that room ready."

That whole day Stephen could only look at her and be amazed, then his lips would curve into a smile when he saw her pacing around her room, humming, running and bumping into everyone. She looked happy.

Next day at training it was hard for y/n to learn as she has never done anything like that. She got impatient with it, was almost on the verge of giving up.

Stephen came a little late, he was infront of the mirror, while getting ready, it wasn't his reflection that he was looking at, perhaps it was what he was looking at but all his excitement was on seeing his new student practicing in a few minutes, she wasn't having fun until Stephen came , seeing him her eyes widened and she called "doctor strange!"

"Stephen would work fine".

"Okay Stephen, it's hard I can't "

"You can " saying this with a smile he took her hand in his from behind and positioned it as he does to open a portal. His face was so close to her, she couldn't help but look at him with the corner of her eye, she could feel her cheeks turning pink. He could feel her hair tickling his face, her perfume almost hypnotized her. after positioning her hands he pulled away.

"That's how you do it".

"Thank you Stephen"

"I hope you're not having much trouble here" said he.

To this she looked at him there was something about her, whenever she looked at Stephen. She took his hand and kissed it and said, "If I'm happy today that's because of you".

Everyone staired at them, not knowing what's going on. He smiled and caressed her cheek. Then moved on to other students. She kept on watching him.

After the whole day of practice y/n roamed around the staircase. Hoping to bump into Stephen but Stephen found her before,

"What are you doing here?"

It startled her she turned, "oh Stephen, nothing just having fun".

"You look really happy"

"Yes I am, with you" said she to which Stephen smiled lowering his eyes, blushed did he he thought and shrugged it off when she enquired

"are you going to sleep now?"

"Yes it's late now , you should do the same".

"Okay" said she and went upstairs with him. Before entering her room she looked at him opening his room's door and ran to give him a hug "good night Stephen ". She said Stephen felt he was drowning into her rhythm, this flow was taking him in. He wrapped her with his arms too and whispered "see you tomorrow, sweet dreams y/n" . And then pulling away they both went to their rooms.

Next few days went such way, happily, with the cheerful new person that came to Stephen's life. He started to adore her. Such as if a hair strand bothered her by falling on her forehead while training he'd brush it off and it behind her ear, these gestures made her fall for him, each day even more, she knew only the map of her heart, she found Stephen like the spring she always waited for, to save her from her winter as well, yes her family and friends were nice yet she lacked that one person in her life, to love, to understand her.

Probably it was after a week one day she found Stephen walking by , taking a stroll. She thought of surprising her so she went from behind and placed her hands on his eyes.

He stopped, she was on her toes rather to reach his height. He giggled touching her hand as he stopped.

"I know it's you y/n"

"How?" She said now leaving his eyes and coming in front of him. Stephen's sight was blurry for being held close, as he opened it slowly it got back to normal. He then turned to look at her, she was definitely happy with him, her eyes told so.

"Ofcourse these tiny hands are yours" he said.

"They're not tiny" she argued back.

"Let me see" he said forwarding his hand asking to hold hers. She looked at him, with an adorable pout and she placed her hand on his. He held her hand.

"See tiny". And intertwining fingers, he walked with her. She followed him. Her other hand wrapped his arm.

"So have you seen those young guys over there" he pointed to a bunch of guys.

"Yeah why?"

"They likes you, you should talk to them".

"Nah, they're not attractive to me, you're the most handsome person I've ever seen".

"Me ? I'm not as young as them, I'm rather old."

"Stephen see yourself in the mirror you're gorgeous". Said she holding his hand even tighter.

Stephen looked at her he probably was getting used to her, being clingy, affectionate, wanting all his attention, it was adorable to him.

"But you may find someone special amongst them". He said teasing.

"I don't want them, you're better, you're special, you saved me". She said. Stephen didn't know if he was falling, yet his heart told him 'you are'.

One month passed , them being always together. She started to take him to the places she found cool, she is impulsive, young yet found bookstore, cinema and parks to be cool. She'd grab Stephen's hand with her eyes looking at ground, lips not having her signature smile when she'd feel uncomfortable because of guys staring at her. She's pretty so who wouldn't. To this Stephen would understand and bring her closer eyeing those guys to behave. He'd sometimes kiss on her cheeks to make her smile if she's still nervous or upset about something that happened before she met Stephen.

next day after practice she went almost running to stephen in joy,

"i made a portal!" she exclaimed.

"glad, you're friends called". Said he holding her phone.

"ah why?"

"it's two months, your training is done and they can't wait to meet you."

training done ? no way? to be without him was terrifying.

"you've got good friends, good parents, don't worry you'll be fine".

"not without you" said she.

"But they needs you don't they?"

"And you ?" She cross questioned.

Stephen gave a soft smile thinking 'yes I do need you but...'

"We're in the same country you can come anytime, come back anytime you want, I definitely want to see you again".

"But I... I... Don't want to leave". To this Stephen looked at her eyes. Tears ? Why?

"Y/n I'm old, you're beautiful and young, you must find someone as good as you are".

"Yet I need you, want you".

"Want me?"

She blushed and looked away. What did she just say. She just let her feelings come out.

"Is it true that you... You love me?"

"Yes, since I saw you, I've never been this happy Stephen. But perhaps you're right. They needs me, I must go back to them".

Stephen thought for a second, no, without her he'll be back to winter, it was cold, painful, she's brought warmth, he can only imagine him being happy with her, he loves her, so he said,

"Wait" Stephen walked towards her "I promised your parents to keep you content, but it wasn't my plan to connect my happiness with yours, I love you, it'll content me if you stay". While saying this a tear fell from Stephen's eye with the joy to be in love again. She felt her heart swelling in her chest she put she ran to cease what small gap they had between And she hugged him calling "oh Stephen, I love you." He hugged her back. Saying rather whispering "I love you too".

"But listen" he said still having her in his arms"as we've confessed our feelings, now that we're together, don't shut your parents and friends down".

"I won't I promise".

"I'll ask them for your hand in marriage".

"Really?"

"Yes".

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Hello ! Could I request a scenario about rusty James where he’s been interested in reader for a quite a long time and it shows, (like for example he’s always around her, always flirting and very jealous when other boys talk to her….) and while she feels the same for him, she thinks he’s not serious about it and is just messing around with her like as if it was some sick bet made by his friends, so she’s trying her best to look unfazed and uninterested in him….it could be a bit angsty with a splat of insecurities and jealousy but at the end they kinda confess to each other (?) and it’s all good….hope this all is understandable sorry if it’s too much 😭💔

This is so cute my loveee <3 (Also this length is just PERFECT! I love when people send long requests with details, it gives me more visuals and I can achieve the goal better when people are specific. <3

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🍒 ;↣(You're not mean, you just wanna be seen. You're so Art Deco.)

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Rusty James didn't think he was mean.

In fact, he thought he was pretty nice compared to the other people around town.

Rusty got on the bus, and he just so happened to be the second person on the bus, aside from you.

He could've sat anywhere he wanted. And even if he wasn't the second person on the bus and didn't have much options of seats to choose from, he'd just beat the tar outa someone for it.

At least, that was your impression of him.

But he chose to sit right next to you.

Your breath stiffened as you paused your sketching. Starting to close your sketchbook before he started talking.

"What're you drawin'?" He asked, grabbing the book from your hands gently.

You stayed silent as he flipped through the pages carefully.

You were embarrassed and wanted to move seats as soon as possible.

You knew rusty James and he knew you. Y'all rode the same bus since kindergarten.

He looked through the detailed drawings of people that rode the bus with the two of you everyday, and stop signs that the bus came across at the end of every street.

"How come I ain't in here, huh?" He asked with a small smirk, his brown eyes looking deeply into yours.

You finally realised the question he asked and stuttered out an answer.

"U-uhm. I don't know. Just never thought about drawin' you I guess." You grabbed your sketchbook from his hands, putting it in your bag.

He nodded, knowing you were nervous.

Hell, he was just as nervous as you. He's always been like that around you, but never showed it.

Another person got on the bus, the doors drawing opening as the bus shook with every footstep.

"Hey Rusty. Hi Y/n, how was your weekend?" Steve asked you two, smiling ear to ear.

You really liked Steve. He was very kind, good grades and all. And you always wondered what he was doing hanging around with the mean dogs. Rusty James being one of them.

"Hi Steve, it was good. Yours?" You smiled back at him, giving him the same kindness.

"Mine was good. What about you rusty? Anything fun?"

Rusty shook his head, his hair waving back and forth as he did.

"Nah, man. Same old stuff." He leaned back against the seat that the two of you shared.

Steve went to go back to the front, where he usually sat, Rusty turning to look at you once he did.

"What about you, doll? Anything fun?" He smirked as you tried to ignore his ways of tempting you with his voice. His voice was one of a kind and you loved it so much, it was sickening.

"Nah. Just chilled all weekend. Smoked, watched TV, art. Nothin real special." You leaned your head against the window.

He perked up slightly as he heard you mention drinking and smoking.

"Wow, man. All these years that I've known you, my love. I've never heard of you being a smoker." He got closer with every word, his breath hitting your neck slightly, the air on your neck making you shiver as it tickled, before you pushed him away gently.

"Alright Rusty James. You can cut the crap now. You can pretend you got what you wanted and go back to sit with your buddies." You said, putting your walkman on as you looked out the window.

His eyes flashed a hurt expression before going back to their regular stare. He got up, grabbing his backpack as he went to the front, his friends patting his back.

He ignored the attention from his buddies as he kept making glances at you the whole ride to school. The flirty gestures didn't stop when you two got to school either. He threw an arm over your shoulder, making your face turn a gentle pink as he showed off his smirk proudly.

"Rusty what are you doing?" You forced out.

"What, man? I can't walk my bestie to class? Isn't that what you girls want these days? A gentleman?" He says with a chuckle.

You rolled your eyes as you took his arm off your shoulder, only for him to do it again.

"You are no gentleman, Rusty James. And I am most certainly not your 'bestie'. So hit the road."

"Well i've known you since we were five. That has to count for somthin', ma." He said with a bright smile.

You scoffed.

"We've known a lot of people since they were 5. We are at school. And I am not 'Ma' to you. I have a name and you know it. So use it."

"Oh I can use it alright. Meet me in the bathroom, ma." He said jokingly.

You flicked his nose. He sucked his teeth before taking his arm from over your shoulder as he just walked beside you.

"Well at least let me walk you to class." He said with soft eyes.

You looked at him with a debating expression on your face, wondering if you should take the bait or not.

"You mess up Rusty James and I'm gonna kick your ass." You say before walking as he smiled again, knowing you gave in.

"Yes ma'am." He said, walking beside you.

The two of you walked through the crowded hallway, people giving you odd stares. A few of Rusty's friends walk up to him, doing a handshake before talking about skipping.

"Can't, Walkin' her to class." He said, holding onto your backpack so he didn't lose you in the crowd.

His friends let out a series of "What?" and "Her?" as they pointed to your figure.

"Rusty, i'm gonna be lete if you don't hurry. Mr Coplin don't play about being tardy. I'm already on my second strike." You said, trying to get him to start walking.

He shook his friends off, walking with you. He watched as your hair flowed over your shoulders as you tried to make it to class on time.

Luckily you did. Right on time.

"Thank you for the tour of the school. Now will you leave me alone?" You said, unpacking your bag.

"Hey man, Watch it I'm sensitive." He said, his hand touching his chest.

You roll your eyes before siting down at your desk.

"Alright. I'll see you at lunch, ma." He said, twirling your hair before running off into the hallway, leaving you in your own train of thought as you process what just happened.

You were so confused. He barely talked to you. The only memory of talking to him was in kindergarten when you let him use your crayons or let him share your sleeping mat during naptime when he lost his. You were deeply in love with him but you already knew that it was just some cruel, sick joke to him. Probably one that his friends talked him into.

Rusty walked through the hallway, saying "hey" to friends as he walked by to his class.

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It was lunch period and you sat down at a random table, taking out your packed lunch.

Which was just a sad sandwich that you made this morning, and some apple slices.

A boy sat next to you, starting to talk to you.

You weren't that interested in talking to him and you would've rather talked to Rusty about strippers and beer than talking about the war of 1812.

The kid was cut off by a hand tapping his shoulder.

"Hey. Hop up, man. I'm sittin' with her today." Rusty James said to him, before blowinng a kiss at you.

Rusty couldn't stand the sight of someone taking you from him and thinking it wouldn't be dealt with.

The kid rolled his eyes and left, his seat replaced by Rusty, looking through your sketchbook again.

He was in awe when he saw a new portrait of him.

"This me? Pretty cute, right?" He said smirking at you.

"If you say so." You laughed.

He gasped at you, making you laugh again.

"Come on. You know you think I'm cute."

You blushed before hiding it.

"Do I, though?" You smirk at him before getting up to go to the bathroom, Rusty following right behind you before pinning you to the wall gently.

"Rusty what is with you today? You have been so flirty and I don't get it. It's honstly starting to scare me." You say confused.

"Maybe because I like you, doll." He says, playing with your hair.

"Okay rusty you can drop it now. It's not funny anymore. I get the joke now." You said, not finding him playing with your emotions that funny anymore.

"What jo- you think i'm lyin, doll?" He said, leaning against the wall next to you.

"Well, I mean.. Yeah I do. The only time you've ever even talked to me was when I shared my stupid crayons and stupid sleeping mat in kingergarten." You snapped, not looking at him.

"Yeah and ever since I have been in love with you, huh? You believe that one? Because it's the truth." He said angrily.

You didn't look at him as you began to cry silently. You didn't understand why he was playing with your emotions like he was.

"Hey, man. I'm sorry for actin like that. Please look at me, doll." He said softer.

You hesitantly looked at him, only to be met with those beautiful brown eyes you knew.

"I don't know who told you I was lyin, but I'm not. I love you so much, doll." He said, finishing off his words with a passionate kiss, his hands getting tangled In your hair as you kissed back.

"Rustle James! My office now!" The principle yelled through the hallways.

"Alrigh alright! I'm comin'! Love ya doll." He said before pressing a kiss to your lips once more, then running off. Smarting off to the principle as he got onto him about something he's done.

"Yeah yeah. Whatever." He said before blowing you a kiss.

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I hope you like it! Also please do send more whoever you are because I LOVED this fic as you can tell I put my whole heart into it lol. <3

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