#seth looper

[candied-heartss]

Okay so I've been thinking about this for a while and I just can't seem to write it myself so I was wondering if you could write a fic where Klitz and the Reader have been dating for a while like she went to Yale with him and stuff. And they have like super passionate sex like all the time, so at a party that you guys to he introduces you too a couple of his friends and they all start hitting on you and he gets like super pissed so he pulls you to the side like into a bathroom or something and he makes sure that everyone knows your his by giving you a bunch of hickies and marks and stuff. And then you accidentally call him daddy (yk cuz hes being so protective or something) it startles him but also turns him on more. 💀💀 sorry it's a lot but I really like this idea.

𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄

(ʲᵉᵃˡᵒᵘˢ!ᵏˡⁱᵗᶻ ˣ ᵍⁿ!ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ)

𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗉𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇: 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝗃𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗄𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗓 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗍 𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗒.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: 18+ (𝗠𝗗𝗡𝗜), 𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗲𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝗽𝘂𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗱𝗲𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻, 𝗽𝗿𝗮𝗶𝘀𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸, 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 (𝘄𝗿𝗮𝗽 𝗶𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗮𝗽 𝗶𝘁, 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘆 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲!), 𝗱𝗮𝗰𝗿𝘆𝗽𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗮, 𝗱𝗶𝗿𝘁𝘆 𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗸, 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗮𝗹𝗰𝗼𝗵𝗼𝗹, 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗷𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗼𝘂𝘀𝘆, 𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗱𝗮𝗱𝗱𝘆 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸, 𝗸𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘇 𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗸𝗲𝘆 𝗴𝗲𝘁𝘀 𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝗶𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗶𝗻 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗻𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗮 𝗺𝗶𝗿𝗿𝗼𝗿???

You didn't even know how you ended up in a situation such as this. Never in a million years did you think that you'd currently be getting your brains fucked out by your boyfriend in front of a mirror while in the cramped bathroom of someone's house at a party, but yet, here you were.

"Open wide, baby." you heard the nearly sinful words being whispered into your ear. Klitz's long fingers pressed themselves against your lips, parting them so that he could easily slip inside the warm, wetness of your mouth, pressing down on your tongue and nearly making you gag from the pressure, the rhythm, and the speed of his thrusts never changing.

You whimpered, but to little effect, on account that your mouth was full of his fingers, the tips nearly hitting the back of your throat while his cock hit nearly every right spot inside of you, due to the angle he had bent you at. You looked up at the mirror again and knew for certain that your makeup was ruined.

"Fuck... Your pussy feels like it was made for me..." he groaned, pushing his fingers into your mouth a tiny bit deeper than before, making you choke at the feeling, your eyes nearly rolling back into their sockets and your head hanging slightly lower.

Klitz noticed this and snickered softly to himself before reaching up and threading the hand the other hand that was placed possessively at your hip into your hair, tugging at it and pulling your head back up so you could face the mirror and look at both yours and his reflections at the same time, the sight sending a spark of arousal through your veins.

"Aw, baby," he teased, "look at you, so pretty, so messy... God, I love looking at you." you moaned at his words, finding the way that he was talking to you both patronizing and also incredibly arousing.

You wanted to speak, to say something back in return, but your mind was so muddled from it all, the only coherent thought that came to your brain was of how deep his cock felt inside of you, that you let out mindless babbles and gibberish.

"Oh sweetie, I haven't even been going that hard and your brain's getting all dumb on me," he shook his head and chuckled, "and here I was, thinking my girlfriend was a smart girl, but all it takes is a bit of my cock, and you're already turning into a mindless cumdump. Is that what you want to be known as? Just a stupid little slut who goes around drinking too much and flirting with other guys?"

"I... Uh, I- fuck... Please..." you whimpered, trying to get ahold of your words, but they just wouldn't come out the way that you wanted to. Klitz sighed and chuckled again as he picked up the pace again, nearly making you cry.

"You... You... You what, baby? C'mon, spit it out. I know you can, yeah?" he taunted you again, reaching down and rubbing at your puffy, little clit with his thick fingers, the feeling enough to send shivers down your spine.

"Y-you're right... 'm so dumb, Klitzy... Being so stupid..." you told him, the words already replaying on a loop through your mind like a broken record.

"And, what else are you, huh? C'mon..." Klitz encouraged you, massaging your sensitive bundle of nerves with a bit more pressure applied to it, now.

"I'm a mindless cumdump... All for you..." you still could barely think, on account of being so inebriated by his cock. He smiled, kissing the top of your head, "That's right, baby. You're such a good girl, baby. I'm proud of you for admitting it..."

Something about the mix of his words, the marks he left on your neck, and his fingers on your clit made the knot in your stomach get tighter as your walls clenched harder around his cock, making him groan.

"Fuck... You're so close, I can feel it. You wanna come for me, baby?" he whispered, kissing your cheek as you like at the both of you in the mirror. You nodded, tears now practically streaming down your cheeks, "Please..."

"Hmm... I dunno, how about you beg for it, pretty girl?" he requested, now having stopped both his thrusts and his movements on your clit altogether, making you sob.

"Please, please... I need it, I need you so bad... Please, Daddy, please..." you cried, your hips bucking desperately into his hand. You hadn't even realized what you said, having said all of this in the heat of the moment, but Klitz realized, and he also realized that he really, really liked hearing those words come out of your mouth.

"Say it, again."

"Daddy, please... I wanna come so badly..." you begged again, making him more satisfied and letting his thrusts resume. You nearly screamed until you went hoarse at the feeling, your legs shaking so much, you thought that you'd fall over.

Suddenly, like a tidal wave or like a car collision, your orgasm crashed through you all at once, making your eyes roll back as you trembled in his grasp and moaned loud enough for the whole party downstairs to potentially hear the two of you. Klitz then almost immediately followed after you, groaning loudly as he came, too, his cum now dripping down your thighs as he released inside of you.

After a moment of the two of you just standing there, panting as you both came down from your respective highs, he pulled out of you, putting himself back into his jeans before pulling your panties back up, so that the stickiness of his cum stayed against your cunt.

"My pretty baby..." he whispered in your ear as he kissed you all over your face.

[pictureinme]

i'm a tk lovin' chick ... and PROUD!

[rusty-phasma]

Songs in my spotify that remind me of Paul Dano Characters

I really love music and i thought i'd do this, i hope you like it <3 also i love Paul dancing like a slut so i may watch For Ellen but i am probably gonna suffer lol.

Tim Klitz:

Pretty Fly (for a white guy) — the Offspring

When you sleep — My Bloody Valentine

Seth:

Iron Lung — Black Marble

Rose Blood — Mazzy Star

Brian Wilcox:

Dad Vibes — Limp Bizkit

Putting Holes in Happiness — Marilyn Manson

Hank Thompson:

Dead Weight — Jack Stauber

Elephant Gun — Beirut

Edward Nashton:

Choking on Flowers — Fox Academy

Exit Music (For a Film) — Radiohead

Alex Jones:

Canción para los Dias de la Vida — Luis Alberto Spinetta

There Will Be Rain — Million Eyes

Dwayne Hoover:

Nude — Radiohead

Say It Ain't So — Weezer

Nick Flynn:

Original Sin — INXS

But Not Tonight — Depeche Mode

Eli Sunday:

Sunday Light — Choir Boy

Bad Believer — St. Vincent

Percy Dolarhyde:

Take You Back (The Iron Hoof Cattle Call) — Orville Peck

Bad Moon Rising — Credence Clearwater Revival

Joby Taylor (i haven't watched the movie but i know he likes White Snake and i had to include him lmao):

She Rides — Danzig

Black Dog — Led Zeppelin

Jay:

Strange Overtones — David Byrne and Brian Eno

Snow Borne Sorrow — Nine Horses

Pierre Bezukhov:

Hopelessly Devoted to You — Olivia Newton-John (help me i am down bad)

Radiohead — House of Cards

Bryan Wilson:

Dream a Little Dream of me — The Mamas and The Papas

Strawberry Tea — Tiny Tim

[always-andromeda]

How Dano Characters Would Play Stardew Valley Part II | Dano!Characters x GN!Reader

Dano!Characters x GN!Reader

Author's Note | we got part two up in here! this concept is so fun to me so I hope that y'all enjoy the lighthearted content! I promise I am still working on my milestone requests (y'all would not believe how many requests I actually got oh my gosh) but I just wanted to break it up with this fun little thing!!

Warnings | slight spoilers for Stardew Valley? overall, this is pure fluff!

✰ Joby Taylor ✰

First of all, you'd have to force Joby to play the game. He'd roll his eyes at the cutesy graphics and write it off as just a time waster. But he'd get sucked in and get super invested in it.

Joby doesn't really like farming. He isn't good at it. And he has a hard time budgeting out his money to buy the proper amount of seeds. He also isn't great with planning ahead and has absolutely planted seeds a few days before the turn of the season and gets surprised when they all die.

But he loves planting wheat. It grows fast and then he can turn them into beer. He gets really good at the brewing aspect and regularly sells the spoils of his keg collection and gets rich that way.

He dates literally every single bachelor and bachelorette and gets both the scenes with the boys and the girls where they all slut shame him. He gets so pissed off that none of the marriage candidates will talk to him the week afterwards.

When he builds up his friendship levels again, he has a hard time choosing between Sebastian and Abigail. He alternates between both, marrying one, staying with them for about a year, divorcing them, and then marrying the other. He erases his ex's memory and proceeds to romance them all over again. He has absolutely no remorse for this.

Joby chooses a dog as his pet. Surprisingly, he gets very attached to the dog. He’d name the dog after some rock legend like Kurt, Sid, or Mick. That dog is basically the only creature he bothers to care for in the entire game.

Oh. And yeah. He absolutely sells out to Joja Corporation purely because he thinks it's funny and doesn't want to have to gather all the goods for the community center.

✰ Louis Ives ✰

Louis would adore the concept of this game but would be a fairly casual player. They're not super intense on farming or mining. But they love decorating the farm and the house.

They memorize the pathing of each NPC so they can build around their pathing in town. They decorate with all sorts of greenery and stone pathing and spend lots of time switching out decor to match with the passing seasons. Louis has the prettiest version of Pelican Town on their save file.

Louis makes friends with all of the townies so quickly. They're good at memorizing all of the birthdays and setting aside presents to give everyone.

When deciding between a dog and a cat for their pet, Louis chooses a cat. And they’d name it some sort of feminine human name like Lily or Claire. 

Louis has so much fun with making clothes. The second Emily gives them the sewing machine, Louis is spending all of their gold on getting a barn full of sheep so they can continually be producing wool to make into fabric.

They will combine basically every item they possibly can with fabric to see what sort of clothing it would make. And they make a deliberate effort to wear every single article of clothing possible.

They would marry Emily. Emily was the girl who introduced them to sewing, which is what initially gets them interested. She's just so unique and fun and it keeps them on their toes.

When Emily gives their character the Magic outfit, Louis will try and incorporate at least one piece into their outfit at all times.

They venture into the mines (even though they absolutely suck at combat) just to find minerals to give to Emily.

✰ Percy Dolarhyde ✰

Percy is the biggest brat with this game. He isn't even good at the game in the slightest. Which is probably the most frustrating thing of all for him.

He can't even try to flex being good at any of the mechanics. Catching fish? He loses them all. Farming? Boring. Combat? Terrible.

Percy gets knocked out every single time he goes into the mine and loses half of his items. Or he loses track of time and passes out at 2 AM and ends up getting mugged. This angers him immensely.

This man is the only person in the world who could develop rage over a game like Stardew Valley. He isn't good at it and doesn't understand it and this upsets him a lot more than it should.

Percy doesn't care about forming genuine friendships with characters. He'd marry random villagers and then divorce them for just the drama of it all. Hell, he'll randomly give trash to villagers just to see their reactions.

Just like in real life, no one likes Percy.

He gets heavily attached to the dog and the horse you can eventually get. He probably calls the dog Copper and names the horse Dusty. Truly, those are the only characters (are they even really characters though?) that he can even slightly form a real bond with.

Needless to say, someone is absolutely putting a few bullets through their Nintendo Switch before whining to their father to get them another one.

✰ Pierre Bezukhov ✰

Pierre gets super invested very quickly. Especially with farming. He's terribly useless in the mines, of course. But he tries his best. If he's playing multiplayer with someone else, he'll sacrifice himself in the most dramatic fashion if any monsters attack.

On farming: Pierre is so diligent with it. He does all of the math for how many crops he can manage to grow in a season. He doesn't care too much about profits, however. The joy of planting seeds and watching them slowly grow into pixel fruits and veggies fulfills him more than any amount of money ever could.

He's super attentive to the crops and will insist upon watering them all himself instead of just using the sprinklers.

Pierre loves the animals and chooses a cat for his pet. He’d name it some stereotypical cat name like Whiskers or Mittens. He’s a simple man and when he sees a pixel cat, he can’t help but be smitten.

This man marries Penny, of course. Pierre loves her kindness but also loves her dedication to kids and having a family. When she offers to decorate the bedroom, he chooses the Forest and Moon theme.

Pierre can fully embrace the slice of life narrative and doesn’t get bored by it. He could literally waste hours away on this game between building up his farm and discovering what the world has to offer. He takes the most time to technically “finish” the game because he really cares about exploring every aspect.

✰ Seth ✰

Seth goes into this game with one goal in mind: making as much money as possible. And he means business. He will try any and every money making tactic in the game.

He isn't great with farming though. Not for a lack of trying, either. He just simply forgets about his crops. He's constantly forgetting to water them and ends up accidentally letting them die.

This man has a thing for pyrotechnics and will always be using bombs in the mines to get through the levels. This is where he gets a lot of his riches. He goes the route of getting diamonds and making dozens upon dozens of Crystalariums so he can duplicate diamonds forever.

Seth is also pretty good at fishing, surprisingly. When he can focus on it, he can get sucked into wasting an in-game day standing on the dock at the beach, just casting his line while using the Treasure Hunter so he can get extra gems while fishing. 

Before too long, Seth fills up his farm with four separate sheds, each filled with Crystalariums that are all hard at work. On the days where they're all finished duplicating, he just waltzes through each shed and mutters to himself, "Time for daddy's payday..."

If he needs any ores or wood or stone, he's not harvesting it himself. He buys all of his supplies at this point.

Seth doesn't get married! He isn't letting himself get tied down in both the real and virtual world. But he does flirt with every one of the bachelorettes. Of course he does.

He gets slut shamed by all of the bachelorettes and he's kind of bitter about it. But he gets over it quickly and moves on. 

His biggest achievement? Being able to place the Gold Clock on his farm.

✰ Simon Feck ✰

Simon is unabashedly in love with this game. He likes playing video games in his spare time anyways, but this one is intriguing to him because of the wholesome themes and because it literally never ends.

He doesn't get too into interacting with the other characters. He just loves automating his farm.

The day he gets the enrichers that spread fertilizer automatically? He's in paradise. He places Junimo huts everywhere so that they can do everything for him.

This man absolutely mods his game. Simon gets obsessed with adding random expansions packs that give him extra crops to mess with, extra NPCs, and extra locations.

He's not great at connecting with the NPCs so he tends to look towards the wiki for help on knowing what to do and which gifts to give who, though he is very secretive about this and will get offended if anyone even implies that he's not being a purist.

Simon falls head over heels for Maru. It takes him a while to get there, but he eventually marries her and adores the fact that there's an NPC who's just as into science and technology as he is.

✰ Timothy Klitz ✰

Klitz also mods his game. But the mods he uses are mostly cosmetic. He definitely uses the one that changes the villager portraits to anime style portraits.

He’s also a huge video game purist so he really tries to toe the line between keeping his experience as true to the original as possible while also making his game prettier to look at. He’s a sucker for a mod that puts a good filter over the whole game.

He also chooses a cat for his pet. He’s allergic to dogs in real life and he’s dragging that with him into the virtual setting. He’d choose the orange cat and would name it Garfield just for the fun of it.

Klitzy is madly in love with Hayley. He thinks she's the prettiest bachelorette in town and it absolutely breaks his heart when she bullies him.

When her birthday comes around in Spring, he gives her the only thing in his inventory, a dandelion. And when she says, “It's my birthday and you give me this? Is this some kind of joke?” He is in mourning. He will quit the game and restart the day just so he won't have to deal with that lowering his friendship level with her.

He takes it personal when she rejects him at the Flower Dance. Even if you explain that he just needs to have at least four hearts with her, he is absolutely insulted.

It takes him so long to actually figure out what gifts she likes to receive because he's dead set on not checking the wiki. He considers it cheating and takes the purity of his gameplay experience very seriously.

He's actually good at fishing. Big shocker, but he has the patience and the reflexes to actually catch every fish fairly quickly. He also likes keeping them in fish tanks; he has so many fish tanks littered throughout his house and his sheds. 

[jungleho0k]

seth my love

[introuble-now]

ride or die | seth (looper) x f!reader

summary : You weren't the kind of girl to stick around. But Kansas City had its ways of getting under your skin. Or maybe it was just Seth. Seth made you want to stay.

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four

note : just a fluffy meet-cute, seth getting himself into trouble but what’s new, i just love him and he deserves more attention, shout-out to @creme-bruhlee for a banger last name ☺️

Indie. Everyone called you that, and not in a cute way, more in an annoying way. You’re too independent. Oh, look, she thinks she’s independent, kind of way. Always with the mocking tone, most generally from the mouth of your boss, leering over the counter at you. Nobody who you liked called you Indie. Not that you had very many people left that you liked.

It wasn’t that you were picky with friends or anything, it was just, that people didn’t stick around in your experience. It was fine though, you didn’t stick around often either. You tended to sit on the edge of your seat, ready to bolt. But, to your recent dismay, turns out you kind of like Kansas City.

Indie, or not, you kind of like the bookshop you worked at. Kaden, your boss, wasn’t in most days, and you had the place to yourself. It was tiny, and ancient, half the lights above your head busted. And it smelled nice, old and dusty in a cozy way, instead of a moldy way, like at home. 

Your time passed inside an insignificant bookshop, down a forgotten Kansas City downtown road, with even a few physical copies in the back. You played the music you liked, would read anything that caught your eye, and sometimes carved doodles into the counter. And then, Kansas City offered something else to like. There was him.

On a Monday, like every Monday, the shop was empty. Until it wasn’t. He was tall and thin, wearing a cheap-looking gray leather jacket, folded like a suit jacket. Smudged eyeliner and sandy hair pulled back, a few strands hanging by his eyes. Green eyes, quiet, like olives when they met yours. He looked startled, crashing in through the front door, fast, almost tripping over himself. 

“Oh,” He said, staring. “M’sorry. Thought it was abandoned.”

“Not yet.” You laughed, leaning back in the chair behind the counter, swallowing slowly. You hadn’t been expecting anyone, just swaying alone to the music peacefully, until he interrupted. You hoped you didn’t look as irritated as you felt.

You waited for him to leave. He didn’t.

“Has this place always been here?” He asked.

“I don’t know. Been here a while, I think.”

“Oh.”

You ruffled slightly, looking over his head, than back at his face. He looked like trouble. Looked like a Looper. Maybe even high on something.

“Can I help you with anything?” You asked gently, prodding.

“Uhh—“ He began, before the door just behind him opened suddenly, eyes searching for you. It was Kaden, his graying buzzcut peaking partly through the door, gaze fixed on you, barely giving the guy a glance.

“Indie, be a dear, and unplug the acoustics for me. Electric bill is up my ass, yeah?”

“Sure thing.” You muttered, deflating slightly, as you nodded at him. 

He looked to the Looper, fleeting quick judgement, a smile playing at his lips.

“She taking care of you?” He asked, leaning on the syllables long enough to make you uncomfortable. The Looper looked between you and Kaden, and nodded, offering a small smile.

“She’s been really helpful.” He’s quiet but earnest, and you almost smile back him. Kaden pays no mind.

“Good.” He says, before backing out, closing the door.

“You’re name is Indie?”

“No.” You say flatly, hopping down from your seat to unplug the music. He shifts on his feet uncomfortably. “He thinks it’s funny, I guess.”

“It’s kind of cute.” He says, like it slips out, and you can tell when you look up he regrets it. His face turns red, and his eyes lock onto his shoes. It’s sweet, you think, chuckling lightly. He looks up, hearing you, looking devastated until he sees your smile. There’s a soft look in his eye then.

A shout comes from down the street, muffled through the door, and his face drops.

“Shit.” He says under his breath, starting to back up. “Sorry, it was nice to— I’ve gotta, I’ll just go.” He trips over himself, reaching for the door suddenly.

“Are they looking for you?” You ask, watching him as he deflates. He nods.

He thought the place was abandoned, and he was surprised because he was looking for somewhere to hide. You should’ve picked up on it, too distracted by your music, and his smile, to think clearly. And he was now going to, what? Go out to meet them, because he’d stalled in here? 

You didn’t know what he’d done to piss whoever off, but you knew, meeting them in the street, in this downtown, was bad idea. Loopers were always in trouble, and you didn’t want to hear about another one, this one, getting peeled up dead in an alley by tomorrow.

“Hop over the counter.” You say, the idea stuck to roof of your mouth.

He stares. “What?”

“Hop over the counter, idiot. You can hide here, just until they pass.”

He stares at you a little longer, that soft look back, a bit of disbelief hanging there. Then the shout comes again, closer this time, and he startles into action, sliding over the counter. He crouches beside you, holding his breath when your front door rattles, opening.

Busy day.

Three men come waltzing in, laughing and jeering as they enter, the sound echoing like hyenas. Two fan out into the shop, stalking down aisles and whistling as they go. The other, ginger with the scruffy beginnings of a beard, and hungry blue eyes comes towards you. You force a smile as he gets closer. He leans on the counter, breathing heavily just in front of you. 

He smells like alcohol and mildew.

“Any business lately?”

Normally, you’d probably say something snarky, but you’re hyperaware of who’s crouching just behind the counter. No need to draw attention.

“Just the usual. Anything I can help you find?” You ask, trying to keep polite.

The Looper is so close beside you, you can feel him shift on his feet slightly, trying to keep steady, and his fingertips brush your thigh briefly. You bite you lip, holding in a shiver as goosebumps rise just beneath your jeans. Get ahold of yourself.

“No, baby. We’ll find him.” The guy at the counter looks you up and down slowly, smirking. “Have I seen you around before?”

You hold your breath, keeping your smile stuck on your face, even as he reaches his hand out like he’s about to touch you. Your knuckles whiten against the counter. The Looper, still hidden, shifts again and you can’t see his face, but you can imagine he’s getting nervous. Maybe even indignant, you’d like to think, with how this creep is talking to you.

But it won’t help either of you if he comes out from his hiding place in the heat of the moment. You move a hand slowly to the top of his head; rubbing your thumb over the crown of his hair gently. He freezes beneath your touch.

You force a light laugh, keeping the red-headed guy’s eyes on you. “No, I don’t think so.”

“Maybe we should change that.” His smirk widens, seemingly encouraged.

His posse comes out from the back of the shop finally, drawing his attention away. They shake their heads, bouncing on their knees, ready to continue the hunt further down the road. One has his hand rested on a handgun tucked in his belt.

“That’s alright.” You say mildly. “I’m not really interested.”

The guy clicks his tongue, looking between you and his gang, starting to back towards the door.

“It’s too bad. Maybe you’ll change your mind.” He slips a card towards you, with his number scrawled on it. You barely spare it a glance. He winks.

They’re out the door, and down the road, within the next few minutes. You and the Looper stay still, breathing heavily as you wait for the sound of them to fade out. He starts to stand slowly, and you slump slightly in relief.

“God, he’s an asshole.” You mutter. 

He laughs, genuine and heartily, looking over softly. “My name’s Seth. Seth Pryce.”

You nod, smiling. “Nice to meet you, Seth.”

“Oh, Indie,” He chuckles, looking out the window, towards the gang. “I owe you one. I’m pretty sure Kid Blue was out for blood this time.”

“You owe me several, pretty boy. Was that a joke? His breath was awful.” You gag for emphasis and his smile widens. The sight of it makes you feel warm.

Indie.

Okay, maybe, there was one person you liked that called you that.

[hollyisaberry]

I added words :)

[b0d1ly-st3w]

i want to give him a gentle pat on the head and make him tea <3