#He deserves to be teeny weeny

[chaosfantasmic]

scarf creature wars

*runs away*

[medicalunprofessional]

sorry guys they finally showed me peak fiction . Its called “phantom of the paradise”

[alicentsgf]

rhaenyra laughing in daemons face with his hand still around her neck when she realised he didnt know about the prophecy was kinda sexy of her

[bonefall]

wait kin sympathizer frecklewing goes crazy. as a former daylight warrior AND a cleric, she could be used as a case study on how extremist groups will end up recruiting the minorities theyre targeting because said minorities have issues with their culture and then are groomed into hating that part of themselves. maybe frecklewing starts out as part-time and during skyclans destiny or its bb equivalent leaves that behind

@thesnailphilosopher

Aaauugh this is getting me feeling devious

A daylight warrior during Sharpclaw's controversy, Echosong probably takes her as an apprentice because she wants to make a point about their validity. Freckle was promising, bright, and compassionate, and a Cleric has much skills and knowledge to share.

But Sharpclaw and those like him make a point she slowly finds more and more convincing. Echosong trained her, SkyClan has given her all these resources and opportunities, and yet her loyalty is "divided." She has a human who calls for her at night.

She "knows better than anyone" that Sharpclaw has a "point." That it's humiliating to live divided in this way. So she gives up her other half, coming to resent the ones who didn't.

But she's still always just the junior, even after making a real sacrifice. She craves the respect that Echosong has, the power. And when it comes time, Darktail sews a special seed in her head; "Leafstar values her Cleric, one of her mates, more than you. Echosong will always be above you, until the day they're both gone."

Frecklewing has given up everything for SkyClan. Echosong does nothing but benefit. Her mentor was just a loner before Brokenstar and Firestar brought the spark back to them-- what does SHE know about what will make SkyClan truly strong again? For her, even a weak Clan is better than no Clan.

Plus now I can plan a cool fight between them, I LOVE "pupil of mine has turned to darkness" lmao

Maybe even have Fidgetflake have to weigh in on which side he plans to choose.

Sorry if this has been answered already but I know you don’t want two cats to share a name, so which Frecklewish is the true Frecklewish? Med cat or warrior, and what’s the other one’s new name?

Imo, Frecklewish MV is absolutely iconic because of her bizarre canon placement, and she's even more notable in BB as an example of how StarClan can often unfairly damn cats when they're upset. So as a result, she's the winner in the battle of two conflict names.

Frecklewish SkyClan is now Frecklewing. I'm so used to this change that I sometimes forget her canon name lmao. In addition, I'm also not sure if she's going to survive The Kin's attack on SkyClan, honestly, since I just kinda dig the vibe of an ancient Echosong instead.

Might get devious and make her a Kin sympathizer lmao

[demusewriter]

I Loved You Too Early

Summary: You've been admiring the captain of the prominent football team in your school, whom you secretly admiring from afar. You thought he was out of your reach until you saw him studying in your brother's room. Genre: brother's best friend, slow-burn Pairing: Non-idol! Jungwon x Fem! Reader Word count: Part I: 11,432k; Part II: 14,297k (Overall: 26,179k) Chapters: 10 (Completed) (divided in two parts) Warnings: This is heavily inspired by the Chinese drama 'Hidden Love' so there's a big resemblance, age gap (5 years difference), unrequited love, a little bit of sprinkle of angst, fluff, time skip, just a teeny-weeny bit of fist fighting (but not too much!), and not solid proof-read because its too long (╥﹏╥). Author's Note: I apologize for being gone for a year (⭑•͈ 𓎟 •͈ ). While working on this, I suddenly became so busy with college that I decided to put it on hold. Now that I've graduated and started working in corporate, my responsibilities have doubled or even tripled, and I completely forgot to continue this. (◞‸ ◟) However, in the past few days, I've been motivated to finally finish it. ٩(^ᗜ^ )و ´- This was supposed to be in a longer format, but I decided to divide it into two parts so you can take breaks without missing where you left off. Thank you all for patiently waiting! I hope you'll enjoy this one as well. Enjoy!

PART I PART II

Chapter One

You don't know exactly when your dull world was invaded by an unexpected rhythm that made your whole world sway in unending swirling motions.

When did your pulse start to waltz to the beat of an unknown tune, or when did your heart seem to pound louder than before, like a drum heralding the arrival of a marching band.

At first, these sensations frighten you, as you thought you were experiencing early symptoms of heart disease since your heart was not beating normally.

But this unfamiliar heartbeat, the strong and powerful thump of your heart, doesn't hurt; instead, it is sweet, pleasant, and almost comforting.

Then it hit you like an epiphany.

The erratic rhythm of your heart wasn't a medical heart disease at all, but an emotional one.

The strange heartbeat wasn't a signal of a heart condition—it was the throbbing pulse of attraction, of affection, of something you had never felt before:

Love.

A feeling that is often described as an intense, affectionate concern for another individual or object. It is one of humanity's most profound emotions, embedded in both our psyche and our essence.

They said that love's profound complexity underscores its paradoxical nature; you have to—

'pay attention'

—pay attention to recognize it as an emotion that deserves—

'Y/N'

—respect, care and openne—

"Nishimura Y/N!"

Your eyes immediately snapped open when you heard the scream of your name, making you bolt upright from your productive daydreaming.

You quickly blink your eyes to adjust your vision from the blurriness brought on by your deep slumber.

As you tried to shake off the sleepiness, your eyes settled on the person standing in front of the blackboard, brows furrowed, glaring at you with irritation.

You immediately stood up like a soldier from your chair, making a loud screeching noise from the abrupt motion.

"You're not paying attention in my class, Ms. Y/N." Your math teacher pointed out the obvious when she got you caught slacking off in her subject.

Your face burned hotter than a thousand suns, and your ears tingled with embarrassment. The usual supportive wall of the classroom felt like it bows inward, ready to collapse on you.

"I-I'm sorry, Mrs. K-kim" You bowed as you stammered an apology, voice barely audible.

You kept your head down, feeling the sudden shame creep in your body when you saw everyone in the class watching you.

Their interest was now directed from the perplexing equations on the board to the scene unfolding at the back.

"I expect all of you to respect the time I put into preparing lessons and the class itself. If you have issues staying awake in my class, especially you, Ms. Nishimura," you flinched at the mention of your family name.

"I suggest you try to figure out the equation for resolving that issue before you start learning about algebra," she continued, her gaze firmly locked with yours while her face was void of any emotion.

The snickers from your classmates were almost as unbearable as the chasing glare from Mrs. Kim. She let out a disappointed sigh before deciding to continue the discussion.

You slowly sat back on your chair, still red with embarrassment, knowing that this unforgettable scene would become classroom lore, a tale that would inevitably follow you through the rest of your middle school year.

"Someone stayed up all night reading manga again." Chunso, one of your bestfriend, teases you after the math class ends.

"Is it my fault that her voice sounds like a lullaby?" You pouted while putting all your things in your bag.

Well, it's true.

Mrs. Kim, who had been teaching for thirty good years, had a voice with a subdued resonance, softer than silk yet harder than rock.

It was a perfect lullaby for you when the math equations emerged with her voice, creating a hypnotic sonata of numbers.

"Really?" He deadpanned. "You're going to blame her voice when your thick eyebags already speak for you that you haven't had enough sleep?" he playfully flicked your forehead, making you whine. "You're lucky she didn't put you in detention."

You continued to pursed your lips and decided not to comment on anything since it was really your fault for spending the rest of your night reading Shounen manga until dawn, leaving you only 4 hours of sleep.

And so you thought of sneakily using the time in math class to take a short nap, but that short snooze took you to dreamland, completely sweeping you off from reality.

Then you get caught.

If only the first letter in Chunso's last name is closer to yours, then there's a big chance he'll be your seatmate, which will help you prevent getting caught.

But you were so unlucky, as he was in the front row while you were in the last.

"Oh, what happened to her?" your other bestfriend, Eunhee, asked when she saw you sulking while clinging to Chunso's arm.

Unfortunately, she's not in the same class as you and Chunso, so you all just meet in the hallway every lunch break.

"Got caught sleeping." You hide your face behind Chunso's arm when you feel another wave of embarrassment hit you. You also expected a row of teasing words from her, but instead, you were embraced by a warm arm around your shoulder with a gentle rub on your arm.

"Did you get detention?" You looked up to her and shook your head in response.

"Then there's nothing to be worried about," she consoled, offering you a comforting smile that wipes your shame away.

You let go of Chunso's arm and cling your arms around her.

You wanted the rest of your high school journey to be quiet and unnoticed, your presence a mere ripple in the grand ocean of faces. But, as luck would have it, today you were scolded in front of 35 students.

"Aigoo, my little sister had a rough day." She coos while patting your head gently. Even though she was only four months older than you, she always considered you her younger sibling, as she never had one.

"Yah! Did you tease her about it?" Eunhee's soft voice was quickly replaced with a loud, arrogant one when her attention went back to Chunso.

"I didn't!" Chunso defended, his eyes suddenly finding the floor interesting as he tried to avoid the scrutinizing eyes of his friend.

You felt Eunhee's hand stop patting your head when she sensed that he was lying. Suddenly, Chunso yelped in pain. You looked up and saw her pulling the boy's poor hair.

You let out a giggle at your two friends acting like they were going to make each other bald by snatching each other's hair.

You take hold of their arms and gently remove their holds on both of their hair.

"It's okay, I'm good now," you assured them while softly fixing their messy hair. You might get teased about what happened earlier, but at least it leaves you with a lesson to learn to balance your time to avoid getting sleepy in class.

Your genuine smile partnered with the softness in your eyes removes their worries.

Ever since your friendship bloomed after you helped the two treat their wounds after the incident in your PE class in 4th grade, they have always stuck with you and considered you their precious little sister that they needed to protect.

So, the thought that you might get teased about the humiliating situation concerns them.

"Let's have lunch!" You excitedly exclaim and drag them with you as you cling to their arms.

Chunso and Eunhee shared a look while they let you yank them to the cafeteria, a silent agreement that your lunch is on them to brighten the rest of your day.

After the delightful lunch break that you have with your friends, which they surprise you with a once-a-month sale of bacon croque monsieur in the cafeteria along with a legendary chocolate mousse that makes you jump from happiness, you shortly parted ways with them as you are instructed by your teacher to get some books from the library that will be used in your class activity.

As you walk through the empty hallways, with the crisp pages and musty scent of the books accompanying you, something catches your peripheral vision.

Across the dusty path to your next class, you saw a spectacle unfolding on the bustling football field.

Captivated by the sudden burst of energy from the loud cheering, you rubbed your eyes and squinted through your glasses, pausing your hurried steps.

From your point in the hallway, you can see a group of people energetically playing football, and the scene looks like a small showdown.

You were never the biggest football fan, but you could at least appreciate the smooth precision of their passes.

With a further inspection from your spot, you could make out why a handful of spectators and students are basking in the afternoon sun when you see some of the players wearing the most famous navy blue and white striped jersey.

The group that clad themselves in that jersey were not just average students; they were the revered football team of your school.

The Nightball Team.

Ever since the establishment of the Nightball Team, it has consistently reigned supreme, its renown spreading far beyond the city.

The team is born out of a unique blend of teamwork, discipline, ambition, and a fierce drive for continuous development.

Making them act as an emblem representing not just the school but the principles its students stand for.

Every time the name of your school is mentioned, the Nightball Team is always the first thing that comes to everyone's mind.

That's how famous they are.

Amidst the navy blue and white-soaked jerseys, a certain person caught your attention. His physique was chiseled, his movements defying time as he led the team with an innate confidence that was as charming as it was stirring.

His jersey number 04, clung to his athletic body as he ran, skillfully dodging the opponents while carrying the ball that was tucked in his arm. Each tactical maneuver, every calculated move, displayed an enchanting dance of dominance and tenacity.

Then it happened—Nightball Team scored, erupting a loud cheer from the crowd.

As the dust settled around him, he looked up, his face breaking into a humble, triumphant grin that lit up his eyes.

It was as if the Earth rotated a little slower, distorted only by the increased pace of your heart.

Ah, now you remember when did your heart started to act out like a drum roll, jumping to the beat like a fool.

It was when he humbly acknowledged a job well done, his genuine joy for the game, and the soft crinkles around his eyes as he gently smiled while everyone praised him for scoring the goal.

That was the moment when you felt it for the first time—your stomach fluttering like there was a swarm of butterflies lodged in there, and your heart skipped a beat—for the first time, not for the new volume of Shounen Manga

but for someone else.

A peculiar sensation that only happens because of him.

Only because of him.

Chapter Two

As everyone in the class attempts to pay attention, the warm sunlight flowing through the classroom window did little to improve the class' concentration.

The monotone voice of your teacher talking about some dead men who died in a fight hundreds of years ago slowly puts everyone to sleep.

It was another ordinary Wednesday for the rest of the students, but for you, it was unimaginably extraordinary.

Before, there was no particular day that seemed special for you.

It was all just ordinary that you have to get through—well, except for Sunday, since that's the scheduled release for each chapter of the manga you are currently binge-reading.

However, after you learned that every Wednesday was the Nightball Team's practice in the field, it became a day that you always looked forward to.

The day when you can only see him.

It's unexplainable how his humble smile, which makes his dimples dig deeper into his natural rosy cheeks while his eyes form a crescent moon, can catch not only your attention but also your very young heart.

Maybe you were simply mesmerized by a man who wore the number 04 jersey, even though you didn't know his name.

You tried everything you could to know his name; you tried to dig through the old school newspapers that you sometimes kept to solve the sudoku part and re-read the sports section in the hope his name would be mentioned.

You also tried to go to your school's website, searching for him by using the Nightball Team's name in the search engine, which is always a hot topic on the website, but surprisingly, you were still left wondering what his name was.

The two options that you chose to know who is the mysterious jersey number 04 are the best choices that you could have since that's all you can do.

However, you still have one good option left.

The best option that will surely secure the chance of knowing his name.

But no matter how great this option was, you would rather get embarrassed again in the class than choosing it.

Asking your brother.

Your brother, Ni-ki Nishimura, who is part of the baseball team, is the best option to ask anything about sports, as he has been athletic and very knowledgeable in that area ever since you were both children.

He is a born sports prodigy.

Besides being part of the sports club at your school, he also has a huge number of friends, not only on his team but especially on the football team.

You don't know why, because the last time you checked, baseball and football are different sports, but your brother appears to be much closer to the members of the Nightball Team than his.

He really is the best choice to finally name the one you are admiring if he is not only a pain in the ass.

Despite your family's crowning him a prodigy and naturally talented, he is always the annoying and bloody irritating brother in your eyes.

He will literally make fun of your desperate mission of knowing the name of a particular person on the football team.

Heck, he might give you the wrong name just for fun.

However, that is not the worst thing that might happen if you ask him something that will give him a hint that you have developed a sudden interest in someone, especially if that someone is the opposite gender from you.

He will explode.

Your brother, who is five years older than you, has the tendency to become very protective when it comes to you.

He might be an obnoxious and nosy brother, but he has a soft spot for you that he cannot admit.

He will do everything to protect you, especially your heart, from men.

Therefore, if he finds out that you are growing admiration for someone, especially in the Nightball Team, he will literally ban you from going to the football field.

You sigh as you scribble his jersey number in your notebook while the boring class continues.

The bell signaling the end of the class of the day rang, making your mood reach the ceiling of happiness. The usual fidgeting in your seat to the rhythm of the clock turned into a wild scramble as you packed up your textbooks and pencil case into your bag.

You rush out of the classroom with thoughts of finally watching a football practice occupying your mind.

But before you could fully get out of the room, you felt a tug on your bag forcefully stop you in your tracks.

"What's with the rush?" Chunso asked still holding your bag.

"I-I'm going to the l-library!" You exclaim as you stumble over your words. Your friend's eyes immediately narrowed into slits when he sense you are making excuses.

"What will you do there?" he interrogates, as it was unusual for you to go to the library after class since you were always eager to go back home to spend the rest of your day reading manga.

"To study, o-of course," you said, forcing a smile in the hopes he would buy your alibi. However, it just proved his suspicion that you are hiding some information that you don't want him to know.

"Hmm." Your smile slowly faded when you realized he didn't believe you. You sigh in defeat.

"I promise that I'm not doing anything bad." You raised your pinky at him as an assurance to ease his worries.

Chunso was still observing you, looking for any hint of lying. He then let out a sigh, seeing the sincere look behind your words.

"You promise to message me and Eunhee when you get home," he said, raising his pinky. A big smile made its way into your face, brightening your mood.

Even though Chunso is not entirely convinced to let you go since you didn't tell him the real reason why you don't want to go home yet, he still trusts you that you're not doing anything behind their back that will make them worried.

You tightly cling your pinky to his, sealing it with both of your thumbs touching.

"I promise!"

After saying goodbye to Chunso, you immediately skip your way to the football field with so much giddiness. Each step you take intensifies your excitement as you are finally able to watch the practice match of the Nightball Team without using the view from the hallway.

You spot an empty seat that is secluded from the rest of the bleachers, although it is far away from the field where the players play, it is still enough for you to cheerfully cheer for your jersey number 04 without being noticed.

The crowd suddenly screamed with excitement when the players of the Nightball team showed up on the field. Your eyes started to scan the players, finding the specific person who always filled your sketchbook and slowly became your favorite muse.

It was as if your world had suddenly slipped into slow motion, and all the noises were muted when you saw him walking with confidence in the field—everything but him and his bright smile faded away.

You held your chest when you felt your heart skip again in a beat that only he could make.

Each time he ran across the field, swinging the ball with finesse, you would do a small victory dance in your heart. You watched every move, every goal, every mistake he made, and still supported him while your hand was busy sketching every movement he made and leaving small comments of amazement beside your sketch.

You would also offer whispers of encouragement, muffled applause, and silent woohoo with your heart thumped in silent cheer.

As the sun went down and the practice match ended, you found a sense of fulfillment you had rarely felt before. You hadn't elbowed your way through the fanatic crowd or screamed your lungs out, but something told you that you cheered the loudest.

It feels like you were bewitched by his enchanting display of professionalism and respect for the game, that you always find yourself in the same seat every week, watching him with full admiration in your eyes.

Your heart fluttered as you headed home while reminiscing the practice match you watched earlier, already dreaming of the next Wednesday when you could watch your jersey number 04 playing on the field again.

"Practice match?" Your mom spoke once you entered the house.

She's the only one who knows that you always watch the football practice, as you can never lie to her. Somehow it makes you guilty because your mom thought you were just growing a fascination with that sport, not knowing you're only there for a certain person.

"Yep!" You sneakily grab a slice of fruit in a bowl that your mom passionately peeled and cut into pieces. "But I went to Eunhee's house to do our assignments."

The football match ended much earlier than usual; sometimes it takes two to three hours, but today they concluded the practice for an hour, giving you time to drop by Eunhee's house when she invited you and Chunso to do your homework there, although you three only ended up watching movies instead of doing it.

You were about to get another slice of fruit when your mother gently slapped your hand, stopping you from getting more.

"You're going to be full before you can get dinner. Go to your room to wash up and call your brother; we will have dinner in a minute." She ushered as you pouted and sulkingly went upstairs, making your mom shake her head at your sillyness.

Then she remembered something.

"Ah, bring down your brother's friend as well!!" she yelled from downstairs, muffling her voice in the process as you entered your room, making you not hear the rest of her words.

"Nii-san, we're going to eat" You called outside your brother's room, clad in your blue Cinnamoroll print pajamas after you wash up. 

"Riki-niisan!" You knock on his door repeatedly when he doesn't respond, making your cheeks puff in annoyance. 

"I'm going to your room if you don't come out," you threatened, knowing your brother doesn't like you setting foot in his room. 

You rolled your eyes and barged into his room, kicking the door open.

"Nii-chan! What's taking you so long!?" You screamed at the top of your lungs with both of your hands resting on your hips.

You expect to see him playing PlayStation while wearing his headphones, the reason he couldn't hear you calling because of the noises in the game, but instead, you are greeted with a familiar pair of Boba eyes staring at you.

You furrowed your eyebrows, squinting your eyes in the process to get a better look at the person sitting on the chair, as you forgot to wear your glasses.

He's definitely not your brother, as his eyes were sharper, contrasting to the softer eyes of this person in front of you.

You take a step closer to see his face, which is still blurry in your vision.

On the other hand, the boy suddenly felt amused at how you tried to scrutinize him. He couldn't help but chuckle when you got even closer.

You were taken aback when he suddenly let out a soft laugh. His dimples appeared on his left cheek with his eyes turning to a crescent moon.

Your eyes slowly went wide when you finally got familiar with those traits that make your heart do summersaults.

You suddenly felt frozen in your position when it slowly registered to you, who were occupying the study table of your brother, surrounded by papers and textbooks that were neatly organized on top of the desk.

You stumbled aback.

How on earth did your nameless jersey number 4 end up in your brother's room?!

Chapter Three

When God decided to create you, he probably accidentally poured too much embarrassment into your basin of personality, or when heaven decided to shower humiliation, you caught all of it as it became a frequent situation that always happened to you.

What's worse is that it happens in front of a person for whom you are developing intense admiration!

You dove into your bed, your face buried deep in your pillow. You gave a mighty inhale and unleashed a deafening scream into its soft embrace while your feet kicked with frustration.

You can bear to get embarrassed again in front of your classmates while your raging teacher scolds you, but not in front of your jersey number 4!

Your first encounter with him wasn't imagined this way; in fact, you didn't have a plan to talk to or be involved with him because you only wanted to admire him from afar.

Still! You had expected to meet him more decently, not while scrutinizing him with squinted eyes in your printed pajamas!

God! You can't imagine how unpleasant you look with your eyes squinting to make your vision clearer with your nose crunching in the process!

"Y/n-chan" You suddenly stop your antics when you hear your brother calling you outside your room. You stay buried in your pillow waiting for him to speak again.

"I'm hungry. Let's go downstairs to eat." Normally, you would straight-up come out of your room and sprint down the stairs, racing your brother ahead to prevent him from getting most of the food that your mother had prepared.

But now, you just want to stay in your room and pray for it to disappear.

"I'm not hungry," you said with a tinge of lack of enthusiasm in your voice.

Although your voice is quite muffled by your pillow, your brother on the other side of the door can clearly sense that you're not in your usual mood.

His brows furrowed.

Ni-ki's sure that he heard you earlier screaming his name at the top of your lungs while he was in the shower, certainly ready to annoy him again. But now, you're acting like your energy suddenly got sucked out of your whole body.

"Really? Mom cooked Oyakodon." He made sure that you heard the last part, knowing that it was your favorite and that it would be hard for you to refuse not to eat. "If you don't come down at any moment, I'm going to eat all of it."

Ni-ki expected the door to burst open and you to rush down the stairs to prevent him from hogging all the meals for himself; however, he was greeted by a different response.

"Hmm, okay" Your muffled hum is his cue to storm inside your room.

"Okay, what's going on with you, brat?" he demandingly asked. Ni-ki might sound annoyed at your unusual antics, but in reality, he was worried and now started racking his head if he did something that made you upset.

He snatches the pillow where your head is buried when you don't reply to his question, making you groan and kick your feet in annoyance.

"Seriously, what's wrong?" Ni-ki slightly cringed when his voice suddenly sounded soft, wishing you hadn't heard it.

He proceeded to touch your forehead, checking your temperature to see if you had gotten sick, to which you only whined and smacked his hand away. Your brother sighed.

"If you have no plan to eat, at least tell mom. She even made an effort to make a big serving of your favorite dish just for you."

Your body went still at what your brother softly said.

Since childhood, your parents have always reminded you of the importance of being grateful for all aspects of life, especially the food that graces your table.

Having been born and raised in Japan, you've been instilled with a deep reverence for food to express your appreciation for the hard work of the farmers and the dedication of those who prepare your meals.

Out of guilt, you found yourself sitting at the dining table savoring your favorite Oyakodon while trying to resist stealing glances at the person seated across from you, right beside your brother.

If it were any ordinary day, you'd likely be devouring your meal with gusto, prompting your mother's gentle reminders to slow down.

But today was different.

The presence of the boy who made your heart race like a runaway train transformed your mealtime into a royal feast, leaving your brother to cast perplexed glances your way, baffled by your another uncharacteristic behavior.

"Did you like the food, Y/n-chan?" your father asked when he also noticed that you weren't eating as usual. You wanted to scold your father for mentioning your name, as you felt all the eyes, including the adorable boba eyes, looking at you.

You wanted to say something, but you were afraid that when you spoke, his eyes would linger on you, making you feel another wave of shame. So, you nodded in response without lifting your head and continued looking at your food.

Your parents looked at each other with worry in their eyes, wondering what had happened to their precious, bubbly daughter.

You felt a hand gently rubbing against your back, making you look at your mother, who was beside you.

"Go finish your food so you can have a rest. I'm going to make you green tea later to help you feel better, hmm?" You felt your eyes slightly water as your mom gently cared for you.

Your guilt increased as they thought you were feeling under the weather when, in fact, you were just shy and embarrassed because your jersey no. 4 was on the same table as you.

"How about you, Jungwon? Did you like the food?" Your ears perked up as you looked in his direction when your mother called his name.

His name is Jungwon?

Your heart pounded in your chest, and a mix of excitement and giddiness coursed through your veins. The name resonated with you in a way you couldn't understand.

His name could be translated to "garden," a fitting name that perfectly describes the feeling you experience every time you see him.

Comfort.

"It always tastes good, Mrs. Nishimura. Thank you so much for the wonderful meal." He replied genuinely with a smile.

'Always? This isn't his first time here?' You unconsciously frowned.

Jungwon looked your way, making your eyes widen due to the unexpected eye contact. You quickly looked down at your plate to avoid his gaze, feeling your cheeks burn, with a lasting redness that stayed through the end of dinner.

You weren't sure whether you would be happy to return to your room and continue to privately revel in your embarrassment or disappointed that dinner had passed so quickly.

As you helped your mom with the dishes, you overheard Jungwon expressing his gratitude to your father for inviting him to dinner as they arranged the table.

A sign that he was about to leave.

"Can you send Jungwon to the door, Y/n-chan?" Your mother's request caught you slightly off guard. You had the urge to decline and come up with an excuse, but the guilt of lying to your mother again held you back.

Reluctantly, you found yourself nodding and accepting the request.

A sigh of relief washed over you when your brother also joined you in sending Jungwon off. However, your relief quickly faded when your brother jokingly rushed out the door, leaving Jungwon behind and you alone with him in the genkan as he put on his shoes.

As you stood by the front door, an awkward silence hung between the two of you. You avoided making eye contact, and as Jungwon prepared to leave, you muttered a shy goodbye.

Throughout dinner, Jungwon had been bothered by your quietness and avoidance of eye contact. It led him to believe that he had made you uncomfortable, especially after your encounter with him in Ni-ki's room that made you dash out of your brother's room.

Ni-ki's comment about you acting unusually and not being in the mood for dinner further supported his belief that he had made you uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable tonight," he softly said, his voice tinged with worry, making your brows furrowed in confusion.

"I'm sorry if I laughed earlier; I didn't mean it in a bad way," Jungwon continued as he scratched the back of his head awkwardly. He thought that his chuckles over your actions were the reason why you got uncomfortable.

Your heart sank when you realized that your actions during dinner had made him think that you were offended by him and that his presence made you uncomfortable.

You quickly shook your head, desperately wanting him to understand the truth. "No, no, there's nothing to apologize for! I assure you, you didn't make me uncomfortable. I'm just naturally shy."

Relief washed over his face as he let out a breath he seemed to have been holding. "Really? I thought I made you upset."

"Not at all. I just felt embarrassed because I didn't know Ni-chan had a guest, and I didn't greet them properly." You couldn't help but puff your cheeks when you felt another wave of shyness as you looked down at your fiddling fingers.

A smile crept onto Jungwon's face, making his eyes soften. "It's okay, I know you were just surprised. No need to get embarrassed."

A surge of warm feelings engulfed your heart when you heard his gentle reassurance. You really wanted to look at him, but you were afraid that he'd see the redness in your cheeks that reflected your true feelings for him.

Your thoughts were cut off when you saw his hand offered towards you. You try to swallow your fears and find a courage to slowly looked up from his hand to his face.

You could almost hear your heart pound with fervor, like a wild drumbeat in harmony with your emotions, when you saw him closely with a soft expression paired with a gentle smile, making his dimple make another appearance.

"Hello, I'm Yang Jungwon, your brother's friend." Your eyes almost welled up when you realized that he was making you forget the embarrassing first encounter by redoing it as if you had just met each other.

You softly smiled and took his hand in a handshake. You felt a sudden spark of electricity shroud your body because of the contact.

"I'm Nishimura Y/n, Riki-nii's sister." Jungwon's eyes formed into crescent moons when you accepted his gesture of starting over. Although he already knew a little about you because of your brother, it was still nice to finally meet his friend's sister whom the latter always talked about adorably.

"Nice meeting you, Y/n." He started shaking both of your hands as if sealing a deal, making you giggle.

"Nice meeting you too, Jungwon nii-san."

Chapter Four

You thought that your feelings for Jungwon wouldn't blossom any further, but you were proven wrong when you found yourself researching nutritious foods appropriate for a football player that can boost his energy during practice games, instead of focusing on your homework.

Never in your life did you imagine that there would be a day when it's your turn to give someone a gift to show your appreciation, just like your schoolmates in 6th grade used to do for their crushes—a gesture you often found cringy before.

Yet now, you're going to do it as well.

Football season is just around the corner, making the Nightball Team busier with their practice. Hence, you see this as an opportunity to support Jungwon by providing snacks and bottles of energy drinks anonymously.

You know how intensely athletes practice during the game season, as you've witnessed it to your brother.

To help their bodies keep up with the rigorous training, nutritious foods are very essential.

As you stroll around the convenience store with a basket in hand already full of nutritious foods and energy drinks, a colorful message cards and envelopes caught your eyes.

The intricate design of each card and envelopes make your eyes twinkle in delight.

You've been also a fan of stationery items, developing a fascination for collecting envelopes and colored papers that pave the way for another passion—creating a journal with these elegant items.

If not for manga, the excess in your allowance is spent on stationery items.

As you eye the items, a sudden thought crosses your mind, making your heart beat to a now familiar tune that you are slowly getting used to.

You nibble the side of your cheek, contemplating whether it would be worth it.

You close your eyes, slowly taking deep breaths and gathering the confidence to do it.

Now full of determination, you took the cards and envelopes and proceeded to the counter to check out the items.

Your entire night was spent carefully preparing small packages, filling them with nutritious snacks and energy drinks. Along these, you include heartfelt and motivational notes crafted on small cards that you've intricately designed.

The following morning, you found yourself navigating the empty hallway in an unusual early hour while clutching the gift in your trembling hands, your heart pounding with each step.

Reaching Jungwon's locker, you hesitated for a moment, your mind replaying scenarios of what could happen next.

Would someone appear out of nowhere? Would Jungwon catch a glimpse of you?

With a last scanned around the hallway to make sure no one is around, you took a deep breath, reassuring yourself that the early morning cloak of silence was on your side.

Swiftly, you slipped your gift along with the letter into his locker, your hands moving with a kind of precision that only nervous anticipation could bring.

As you put the gifts gently, you feel a rush of adrenaline, a mixture of satisfaction and nervous energy coursing through your veins.

With the deed done, you retraced your steps, leaving behind the token of your affection. The school began to stir with the arrival of students, and you blended seamlessly into the crowd, keeping your secret hidden behind a casual smile.

You wanted to wait and witness Jungwon's reaction to your gift, but fear taking ahead of you as you pondered the possibility that his response might not align with your expectations.

Ultimately, you chose not to proceed and continued on your way to class.

Later in the afternoon, you found yourself on the same bench you sat, watching the practice game just as you always done. The field was buzzing with energy as the players warmed up, their determination evident in every stride they took.

Amongst them, Jungwon stood out like a star.

As the game began, you found yourself entranced once again by Jungwon's performance. He darted across the field, effortlessly evading opponents with his nimble footwork. His passes were precise and his shots were powerful.

He commanded the field with an air of confidence that made your heart swell with pride.

His performance today was exceptionally good compared to the previous practice games. Not that he wasn't good before—he truly was—but today, it felt like he was in his zone.

Every move he made was so powerful. You couldn't help but wonder if the pressure of the upcoming football season was driving him to new heights.

However, it wasn't just Jungwon's skill that impressed you; it was the pure sheer joy he exude while playing that you always like to see.

His face lit up with a radiant smile every time he made a good play or celebrated a victory. It was clear the football was more than just a game to him; it was a passion that ignited and fueled his determination.

A soft and gentle smile made its way to your face as you held your hands close to your chest, feeling the crazy beat of your heart as you admired Jungwon from afar.

A whistle blew across the field, signaling that the first half of the practice game had just ended, making the players come back to the dugout to take a break. As the players made their way, your eyes only remained and followed Jungwon.

As he talked to one of the players, you saw him reach out for something among the water bottles and energy drinks. He twisted the cup and chugged its contents, making his Adam's apple bob with every gulp. The afternoon sun struck his skin, making it glow like honey and accentuating his chiseled jaw.

You catch your breath in a small gasp, not because of how attractive he looks but because the bottle he is holding is slowly becoming familiar.

It's the energy drink that you brought for him!

You know that it was yours because you made sure that the energy drink that you brought was different from the energy drink that they always drink every day, plus you can see the bright yellow sticker message that contained your motivational pun attached to the bottle!

You suddenly felt like you were not breathing when he noticed the sticker; his furrowed brows made you nervous as he read the message. You almost wanted to leave the field, thinking he didn't like what was written there, when all of a sudden he burst into laughter, making the other players look his way.

His teammates wanted to see what made him laugh, but Jungwon held the bottle close to his chest and refused to let anybody know.

Your cheeks suddenly flamed with redness; you don't know if it was from embarrassment or because of the overwhelming feeling of seeing his positive reaction to your motivational pun.

Jungwon looked at the sticker on the bottle once again and let out a chuckle while shaking his head in amusement. His smile and bright eyes didn't leave until the end of the practice game, making you feel a new sense of fulfillment knowing the small act of affection had reached him.

You guess the "Kick some Asparag-ass

(૭ ｡•̀ ᵕ •́｡ )૭" somehow made his day.

Seeing Jungwon's positive impact of your secret gesture fueled a newfound motivation deep within your soul.

Especially when you saw his soft smile upon discovering the rest of the gift you had left in his locker, a moment for which you had finally summoned the courage to witness his reaction.

Due to this, you can't help but ponder what else you could do—or another motivational pun to put— to bring him happiness and encouragement without revealing your true identity.

With each passing day, you continued to surprise Jungwon with small anonymous gifts, each carefully selected to brighten his practice session and show your support.

Noticing Jungwon excelled in his games and his skills shone even brighter with added encouragement, made your heart swell with pride each time you witnessed his growth, even though he remained unaware of your involvement.

You planned to spend your whole day today coming up with different ideas to keep Jungwon motivated, but since it was Sunday—meaning today was the scheduled release of a new chapter of the manga you were reading—you got distracted and ended up lying down lazily on the couch in the leaving room with an iPad hovering over your face.

You giggled when the supporting character thought that the protagonist was a love child of a known superhero in the story.

As you continued scrolling the pages, you heard the front door open.

Since the iPad completely covered your vision of the door, you didn't see who entered the house; you didn't mind and didn't bother to look who it was and continued reading, thinking it was only your brother since your dog, Bisco, immediately ran to the door with enthusiasm.

"Hey, make me some snacks." The voice of your irritating brother demanded—you guessed it right—it was your brother, which made your eyes immediately roll.

"Make your own," you grumbled, your eyes remaining on the screen.

"I'm going to study," he retorted, earning a scoff from you. 'Study my ass'

You remained unmoved, pretending not to hear him. However, your brother was relentless about getting you to make him snacks, resorting to tickling your foot.

You squirmed and kicked his hands away, still avoiding eye contact, thinking that ignoring him would make him leave you alone.

But the more you resisted, the more persistent your brother became.

Ni-ki decided to take it a step further and removed the socks you were wearing, continuing to tickle your bare foot.

You dramatically squirm around as if you were being possessed, earning a hearty laugh from your brother.

You got up and lodged a smack on your brother's arm when you had enough of his annoyance.

The sound of it resonated through the living room, proving how strong it was. You were ready to give him another one when you noticed another presence in the room.

Your fist hung mid-air, and your body froze as you saw Jungwon smiling at you.

"Hi, Y/n"

You immediately straightened your posture and quickly tucked your messy hair behind your ears.

"H-hello, Jungwon n-nii-san," you stammered while simply trying to fix your clothes, in which you are clad in your usual pajamas with pompompurin designs. You chew the side of your cheek.

Why is it that every time you look at your worst, Jungwon always shows up?

"Nii-san?" Your brother questioned, making you look at him. His brows furrowed like he couldn't believe what he had heard.

"We've been living here in South Korea for 5 years; it should be Oppa now."

Your fist suddenly feels itchy to punch your brother at the moment.

He knows that you're not yet comfortable using those honorifics because you're still adjusting to their culture; you're still slowly trying to fit in. 

Your fist has already collided with his arm; if not, your jersey no. 4 is not here.

"O-opp—" You gulp, looking down at your feet, trying your best to find the courage to say it. Wanting to put a good impression in front of the person you are admiring, you will try to say it.

"O-opp—"

"—ah"

"O-op—" 

"It's okay, Y/n" You immediately stopped when you heard a reassuring voice. You looked up, and your eyes immediately softened when you saw Jungwon looking at you with gentleness.

"I'm fine with Nii-san; you don't have to force yourself." You felt a warm glow of reassurance spread through your body, thawing the icy grip of fear that had taken hold of you.

"Nah, man. She can say i—" Before your brother could finish his words, Jungwon's fist already collided with Ni-ki's back, playfully smacking his friend.

"Let's have your sister do what makes her comfortable. Respect her decision, dude." Your brother quickly returns the punch to his friend, which only makes the latter laugh.

As Jungwon and Ni-ki were laughing and playfully bickering at each other, you stood there watching as if your world stood still, leaving you with the feeling of a crushing wave of warmth washing over you.

In the quiet corners of your heart, a warm ember began to glow.

It flickered gently at first, timidly reaching out to the cool, untouched spaces within.

Jungwon's gentle smile, the softness of his eyes, and his kindness made the ember grow, its flames dancing in harmony with the newfound rhythm of your heartbeat that you didn't know suddenly changed into something more.

'Uh, oh, you're falling in love'

The fluttering of your heart becomes more frequent and pronounced that every time Jungwon appears in your line of sight, you experience this peculiar feeling.

These little flutters seemed to build into a crescendo, filling your heart with a strange yet amazing feeling.

Every word that Jungwon says to you always shows how pure and kind his soul was, making the beat of your heart grow louder as if announcing to the cosmos the love that is blossoming within you.

Slowly, your heart was no longer fluttering; it was soaring.

'Oh no, you're falling in love'

You had always believed in love because of your parents, but you had never truly understood its power until now.

You realized that love was more than a fleeting connection; it was the awakening of your soul.

It was a feeling that washed over you like a gentle wave, leaving you breathless and craving for more.

As you look at Jungwon, a new, profound, warm sensation spreads through your chest, gradually seeping into every corner of your being.

It was a sensation of love, softening your edges and illuminating your soul.

It was a feeling that found solace in vulnerability and flourished in the light of trust.

'Oh, you're falling in love.'

Chapter Five

The newfound realization made your heart skip a beat and sent a rush of nervous energy through your veins.

You can't believe it, you have fallen in love.

With such a simple word, its complexities were unraveling before you, leaving you both exhilarated and terrified.

At a young age, you already found yourself entangled in a web of emotions that you had never encountered.

It was your first taste of this intoxicating elixir, and you were utterly unprepared for its effects.

With this newfound love came a wave of shyness that seemed to wash over you whenever you were in Jungwon's presence, making you tongue-tied like every word you wanted to say remained locked behind closed lips.

You couldn't even bring yourself to meet his gaze when you brought snacks to your brother's room while they were studying.

As you thought they were both studying.

Because upon handling their snack, you realized that only your brother was engrossed in his studies, while Jungwon was actively helping and guiding him, almost like a dedicated tutor.

This observation lingered in your thoughts, making you seek clarification from your mother about it.

"Oh, Jungwon?" Your mother started "his tutoring your brother on some of his subjects for weeks now." She continued while chopping some vegetables for dinner.

While this information seemed like a casual detail to your mother, for you, it was a revelation that left your eyes widening in shock.

How had you not noticed him doing this earlier, especially considering he had been tutoring your brother in his room for several days now?

What surprised you even more was how he managed to balance this commitment with the intensity of their practice games.

"But why? He's an athlete like Riki-nisan; wouldn't it be exhausting to do both?" Your curiosity compelled you to ask.

The chopping abruptly ceased. Your mother gently set down the knife, her gaze softening as she looked at you.

"You see, Jungwon has been struggling to pay off all of his school expenses—" You saw how the sad smile made its way to your mother's face.

"—despite working part-time, it hasn't been enough. Your brother offered financial assistance, but he always refused. Your brother was determined to help, so he proposed the idea of Jungwon tutoring your brother in subjects he was struggling with," your mother explained, continuing to chop vegetables as you listened attentively.

"That young boy is such a genuine friend to your brother. Despite his financial struggles, he consistently rejects any money from your brother's pocket. If only his mother hadn't fallen ill, he would have also declined your brother's offer."

The weight of the revelation made your heart sink.

While you admired Jungwon for his skills and charm, little did you know about the silent battles he faced. Yet, he remained a compassionate soul willing to endure hardships to support his family.

"So, if your friends are also struggling with their studies, let me know so we can recommend Jungwon to them, okay?" Your mother said with a hopeful smile on her face, also wanting to extend her help to her son's friend.

You nodded and agreed without hesitation, though deep down, a secret plan was forming in your mind.

You were the one who would be getting the tutoring sessions with Jungwon.

If Ni-ki was naturally a sports prodigy, you on the other hand were a naturally gifted student, excelling in all subjects effortlessly.

Despite being smart and not needing any help with your studies, you plan to take on the role of a struggling student to help Jungwon to support him financially.

With that plan, you were more determined to help Jungwon rather than get closer to him.

You were pacing back and forth, your heart pounding with anticipation. It was the day of your tutoring session with the person who only can make your heart do crazy act like this.

When you brought up the topic of needing a tutor during dinner, your parents were taken aback, nearly choking on their food.

It seemed incomprehensible to them that their academically successful daughter, particularly excelling in physics, would require assistance in any subject.

Fortunately, you are gifted an understanding parents who acknowledge that even bright students face challenges. Consequently, they graciously granted your request for a tutor, specifically Jungwon as your tutor in the subject where you usually excel the most—physics.

You will literally rot in hell for lying too much to your parents.

Back in your brother's room—which is the place you have requested to use for your tutor session—your mind swirling with thoughts of how the session would go.

You meticulously organized your study materials, ensuring they were arranged perfectly on your desk. You adjusted your hair, clothes, and everything in an attempt to look decent.

When the knock finally came at the door, your heart felt like leaped into your throat. You took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing thoughts, before answering it. There stood Jungwon, clad in a fresh fluffy gray hoodie with a shy smile playing on his lips.

"Hey, Y/n. How are you today?" He casually asks as he enters your brother's room, seemingly unaware of the effect he had on you.

"I-I'm g-good, thank y-you." You cleared your throat, trying to cover your stuttered response. You felt your face immediately flush from embarrassment.

Jungwon smiled gently, sensing your nervousness. "Great! Let's start our lesson then," he said, pulling out a chair for you. "Remember, there's no need to be nervous. We're here to learn together, and I'm here to help."

From his assurance, you felt again the familiar melody in your heart that you can slowly put into a song, and it swelled every time he spoke with kindness.

Whenever you feel embarrassed or in trouble speaking your mind, Jungwon always catches you with soothing words, wrapping around you like a warm blanket. It was as if he knew exactly what to say to make you feel validated and loved.

His kind words seemed to have a power of their own, melting away your doubts and worries.

It wasn't just the words, though. It was the way Jungwon said them, the gentle sincerity in his voice. His words were not empty promises or shallow compliments; they held a genuine warmth that touched your heart.

Each day, his kind words reaffirmed your belief that your heart made the right choice in loving him.

"I hear you were having trouble in advanced physics?" You sheepishly nodded, crossing your fingers under the table, invoking a protective power to mitigate the bad consequences that will come to you for lying too much.

"Well, it's not your fault for finding this subject challenging. Teaching this level of physics in 7th grade is a bit advanced for young minds. I only started learning it last year in the 11th grade," Jungwon said, shaking his head in disappointment. "Our school's curriculum isn't the best, is it?" he added with a playful wiggle of his eyebrows, earning a giggle from you.

He smiled, sensing that you were getting more comfortable, and began to slowly proceed with tutoring you.

As the session went on, Jungwon always been patient with you, eager to make you comfortable around him and create an environment wherein you could truly "learn."

But you've got to admit, the tips he is providing to help you understand the concept better are much easier to grasp than the way your teacher teaches.

As you spent more time with Jungwon, diving into deeper topics week after week, your feelings for him grew stronger. The way he explained things made you admire and like him more.

In those quite study moments, he made the subject matter feel like a beautiful melody, resonating not just in your head but also in your heart.

Falling for Jungwon was like a slow waterfall, this gentle descent into a realm where every drop carried a piece of your heart, cascading softly into the pool of emotions that brought a sense of calmness to your soul.

As the weeks pass, not only your feelings blossom but also your friendship with Jungwon.

Jungwon is an easygoing person, conversations with him flowed like a gentle stream, unhurried and reassuring. 

Before you start to study, he will ask about how your day went, and he will also share his with you.

Whenever you take a break from the study session, he will offer an icebreaker, such as playing a little bit of brain games or letting you rumble about the manga you were reading while he listens attentively.

One of the things you always look forward to in your study sessions is his thoughtful gifts, given as a reward every time you ace the study exercises or tests and quizzes in physics.

Sometimes, he surprises you with snacks, sharing his favorite jelly, and there's that one thing you can't forget: gifting you the latest volume of the manga you were reading.

"Since you ace the exam last time," Jungwon declared with a mischievous glint in his eye, "I think my student deserves this reward." The corners of his lips curled into a playful smile, as he reached for his bag and pulled out a paper bag and handed it to you.

Curiosity piqued, you eagerly open the bag to reveal the latest volume of your favorite manga series.

Your eyes immediately widened in surprise, a delightful smile spreading across your face. "Jungwon nii-san, you remembered!" You exclaimed, flipping through the pages with excitement. " I can't believe you got this for me!"

Jungwon softly grinned, his own excitement mirrored in his eyes. "Of course, I remembered. You've been talking about this series non-stop, so I thought you'd appreciate having the next volume"

You couldn't count how many time you have been grateful for Jungwon's kindness, the kindness that always feels so warm and welcoming.

However, as you observed the way he interacted with others, you realized that his kindness and warmth were extended to all.

You're not as special to him as you thought.

You felt a bittersweet pang in your chest, acknowledging that he only saw you as his student, a friend, and nothing more.

Much worse, as his little sister.

In the bustling football stadium, under the warm glow of the stadium lights, you found yourself once again in your usual seat, holding your breath as the football game were in full swing. The players of Nightball team sprinted across the field, their feet grazing the perfectly manicured grass.

Suddenly, your heart skipped a beat as Jungwon miraculously spotted you amidst the crowd.

A wide smile spread across Jungwon's face, and he waved at you with unreserved excitement. Your heart fluttered, surprised that he had noticed your presence among the large supporters. You waved back, returning his infectious smile.

As the game continued, you couldn't help but feel a sense of connection with Jungwon, knowing that after all months of unwavering support for him, he was finally aware of it.

In a brief pause between play, Jungwon jog on your way to quickly thank you for cheering for him, as he talks to you, another talented football player, Jake, approached him, curiosity and amusement evident on is face.

He nudged him and teasingly asked, "Who's this girl you're waving at, man? Do we have a secret fan club now?"

Jungwon simply chuckled, "This is Ni-ki's little sister, Y/n." he look down at you with a softness in his eyes as he gently patted your head, "She's like my little sister too."

You felt a pang in your chest as disappointment washed over you, slowly realizing your position in Jungwon's life.

While your heart crazily beat of full affection for him, his was platonically calm for you.

Despite all of that, you swallowed the hurtful truth and softly smiled, accepting the role of being his only little sister.

From then on, you made a choice to embrace the only friendship you have with Jungwon without demanding more.

You continue to fill the pages of your heart with cherished moments, etching them with love and gratitude.

With each passing day, you learn the true essence of selflessness and acceptance.

Despite the unrequited love that lingered in the depths of your soul, you found solace in the knowledge that the friendship you shared with Jungwon was a treasure you could forever hold dear.

Although you acknowledge already the fact that your relationship with Jungwon will only stay as friends, it didn't stop you to continue sending him gifts and letters still anonymously.

You were happily skipping your way through the school hallway as the morning sun shone brightly, clutching yet again a beautifully wrapped gift along with a heartfelt letter of encouragement for his upcoming football game, and also discreetly thanking him for showing kindness and his help in tutoring you.

But as you approached Jungwon's locker, you noticed him standing there with his group of friends.

Startled, you quickly ducked behind a nearby row of lockers.

Seeing him still engrossed in conversation with his friends and seems like they have no plans to leave the lockers at any moment, you decided to retreat and come back later when they were gone.

With a small and hopeful smile, you turned around and began walking away. But just as you were about to go to your class, something caught your attention.

"Man, you remember the gift that Jungwon received last Friday?" an unfamiliar voice of a boy started, piquing your interest, especially since you knew you had gifted Jungwon that day.

"The design looks so damn childish like it was made by an elementary schooler for their art project." The boy snickered, "And all of the things, a freaking garden design mug as a gift?" he mockingly remarked with a chuckle, causing the others to burst into laughter.

You felt like someone poured a bucket of ice-cold water over your head when you overheard their conversations. It felt as though an icy hand wrapped itself around your heart, squeezing it with an unbearable heaviness.

You in fact, gifted him a mug with a garden design, thinking he will like it because it reminds you of him and his name upon seeing it on the store.

With tears slowly well up in your eyes, you look down at your gift, which is wrapped in Tamama design gift wrappers with a cute bow ribbon.

Well, maybe they were right, your choice of gifts was childish.

But you had put so much thought and effort into those gifts, believing that Jungwon would appreciate them. However, it seemed like your gesture had become the subject of ridicule.

You felt as if the world crumbling around you, your heart sinking even deeper as if it had shattered into countless fragments. The thought that Jungwon might be also laughing at your "childish" designs only added to the weight of despair.

Unable to face the humiliation, you quickly turned in your heels and retreated, your footsteps echoing the emptiness in your heart.

Unbeknownst to you, Jungwon, in fact, stood in silence, his usual smile faltered, a hint of offense flickering in his eyes.

"Hey, guys," he spoke up, his voice filled with a strength his friends never heard before. "That gift is special to me. It's different, sure, but it's unique. The person who gifted it to me probably has a reason for choosing a mug, and I appreciate it. It's the thought behind it that counts. So, please, show some respect."

His friends fell silent, stunned by the defense he had just given. Jungwon understood that his friends might not comprehend the deeper meaning behind someone's gift, but he couldn't let them belittle their efforts, especially since how those gifts consistently brightened his day.

You who are still unaware of Jungwon's defense, spent the rest of your day lost in your gloomy thoughts. Your heartache enveloped you like a tight cage, leaving you feeling isolated and alone.

You replayed the scene in your mind over and over, the sting of humiliation and embarrassment refused to subside.

You don't know how you will face Jungwon after all those words.

The idea of facing him, of looking into his eyes and pretending to be casual while those words in the back of your head kept stabbing you like a broken record was unbearable.

As you grappled with your own emotions, the glow of your phone screen caught your attention, announcing the arrival of a new message.

'Hi, Y/n! I might be a little bit late for our study session because of a team meeting ╥ ╥ , but I'll make sure to be there before 6:30 pm so we can have more time to study!'

'As an apology, I'll be bringing snacks~~'

The message from Jungwon illuminated your phone screen, and a mixture of conflicting emotions surged through you.

On the surface, the excitement of an incoming study session and the promise of snacks brought a fleeting smile to your face. However, deep within, a pang of heartache tugged at your insides.

The knot in your stomach tightened, and a lump formed in your throat. Jungwon's innocence, and his kindness, clashed violently with the echoes of humiliation and embarrassment that still pound within you.

The vivid memories of his friends' mockery haunted you, turning the joyous act of giving into a painful reminder of vulnerability.

With a heavy heart, you fabricated an excuse about feeling unwell and unable to attend the tutoring session that day.

It was a lie, one that marked the beginning of a pattern.

The tutor sessions turned into missed opportunities to see him, and the football games became distant scene you chose to avoid.

Jungwon, puzzled by your sudden change in behavior, continued to inquire about your well-being.

Each message from him tugged at your heart, but the walls you created held firm.

His concern was met with vague responses, masking the turmoil within you. The more he reached out, the deeper you delved into your cocoon of self-inflicted solitude.

The peak of this emotional turmoil came when Jungwon sensing your distance.

"Are you okay, Y/n?"

"Is there something wrong?"

"Are you mad at me?"

The lies you spun become more elaborate, the excuses more intricate. You assured him that everything is fine and your not mad at him, that you were just busy, that life had taken unexpected turns.

Jungwon, the patient soul he was, accepted your explanations with a grace that only deepened the ache in your chest.

When he extended an invitation to his high school graduation ceremony, offering you a ticket and a chance to be part of his celebration, you hesitated.

The battle within you raged—the desire to reconnect, to salvage what was left, clashed with the fear of facing the unspoken truths.

In the end, you declined, citing other commitments and responsibilities that seemed to multiply in your made-up reality.

You both slowly grew apart, especially as he moved to another city to pursue his dreams at a different university.

It was a bittersweet decision but for now, you resigned yourself to the knowledge that some chapters must end before new ones can begin.

And though your story with Jungwon may have concluded on a sour note, you refused to close the book entirely, holding on to the faint glimmer of hope that perhaps, someday, your path would cross once more.

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[astralis-ortus]

spoiled

✱ boyfriend!bc x gn!reader

— it really is in the little things he does.

w.count → 0.5k genre → slice of life, fluff notes → chan referred to as chris, reader referred to as babe, teeny weenie kith a.n → been feeling sappy whenever i see chan, and what’s the best cure if not to write about it♡ ⋆ see masterlist

growing up, you never really thought much about relationships.

well, it's not like you had the breathing room to do so anyway—with your parents' strained relationship and the way education had taken over the role as your safe space, the thought about crushes, falling in love, and jumping from one relationship to another like people around your age had resembled more like some faint, annoying whispers from the nether world rather than something you needed to experience as a young adult. instead, your goal revolves simply around graduating, getting a good job, and sticking with that—nothing more, nothing less.

well, that's exactly what you've managed to do so far…

with some minor adjustments.

"babe, do you want—oh, you're about to shower?"

you stopped a few steps from the door of the bathroom, eyes finding your boyfriend's curious pair just beyond the bedroom door while your arms hugged the fresh pair of pyjamas and a fluffy towel chris had bought for you a few months prior, right before your first sleepover at his place.

it still feels wild to you, the way chris just popped into your life one day and somehow managed to stay. the fact that you let him? even wilder. never in a million years would you ever thought you'd walk into your first and somewhat of a serious relationship not long after landing your first actual job, fresh out of university.

"yeah," you nodded, repeatedly blinking your eyes out of habit, "do you need to go? i might take a while since i'm gonna wash my hair."

"no no, i'm good," he replied, no longer looking at you when he turned busy, fumbling away at the cabinet under his kitchen sink, "but wait, there's something i want—found it!"

the curiosity in your eyes turned into sparkles of surprise when you noticed the rather familiar bottle in chris' hand as he heads over in your direction, sweet pair of dimples decorating his proud, cheeky smile.

"i got that body wash you said you wanted to try," handing the green colored bottle, chris lightly scrunched his nose alongside the click of his tongue, "kinda unfortunate—i was going to surprise you with it, but you beat me to the shower."

it's at times like this when you feel like your life in the past year has merely been a series of lucid dreams—when he looked at you with so much tenderness in his eyes, when he treats you like you're his entire world and more, when chris went out of his way just to prove that he meant everything he whispered in your ears between the ungodly hours of the night as he held you close when nightmares crept its long and sharp nails around your neck.

chris' affection still feels like a fever dream, and you don't know if you deserve to be at the receiving end of it at all.

"you're seriously spoiling me way too much, christopher," you finally chirped a response, mirroring your boyfriend's nose scrunch whilst keeping your unspoken worries locked away, "but thank you. i promise i'll use it well."

"i know you will," the dimpled smile made its way back to your boyfriend's features, igniting the familiar fuzzy feeling in the depths of your chest, and its rumble only grew louder when chris leaned in, faint scent of vanilla greeted you as he stole a peck from your lips,

"you know that's why i love spoiling you, right?"

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[fetishfairytales2]

Besties 3.5 (Story)

This was originally written as a continuation of a story by @wittlesissyb4by called Besties. Check out all their fantastic stories on Tumblr and SubscribeStar.

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Besties 3.5: Meeting Ms. Lyndsey

I couldn't stop myself from laughing when Heather whipped out her phone and was like; “Girl, you need to see the fun I have with my sissy girl." And poor Brandon just started begging like the biggest loser ever, using this super pathetic, sissy voice to try to convince Heather. "Pleeeease, Mommy! Don't do it! Please!" Ugh, it was so pathetic; his face was just full-on tears! I had to roll my eyes and try not to laugh in his sissy face as Heather and I exchanged a look of amusement and disgust.

 "Oh, honey, Daddy definitely had a good time with Sissy Brandi, didn’t he?” Heather teased as we were dying laughing, and poor Brandi was sobbing still like a little baby. I didn’t feel bad for the little loser, though; I mean, he totally deserved it for being such a beta. "Come on, let's show Ms. Lyndsey how Daddy likes to play with his sissies! She wants to see it, Brandi! I promise she won’t laugh too much! So, stop being such a cry baby," she winked, shoving the penis pacifier back into Brandi’s mouth.

It was grainy; at first, I could only make out two dark figures on a bed. Then a light came on, and I could see Brandon all dressed up like some sort of frilly doll. He was dressed in an absolutely ridiculous pink ruffled dress with his hands cuffed together and his diaper around his ankles. Humiliating, but totally deserved for someone as pathetic as him. And then this video zooms in on his teeny-weeny little cock, all locked up in that cute pink chastity cage. I can't even. It's too good.

Connor, that stud that he is, was towering over that pathetic sissy, holding Brandon’s legs up in the air and spanking his bare ass! "I asked you a question, you little cucky bitch! Tell me who you belong to, you worthless loser!" Connor was yelling between spanks. Heather was standing behind the camera, laughing her ass off, while Connor continued to dish out the punishment. "You better answer him, Brandi,” she warned with a giggle. “Tell Daddy who owns your worthless ass."  

Brandon finally managed to whimper out the words in his pathetic baby voice. "I… I belong to Mommy and to you, Daddy Connor! Please stop spanking me, pretty please!" 

Connor laughed and swiftly undid his pants, taking the familiar pacifier pinned to Brandon's dress and jamming it between the sissy's quivering lips. "Uh-oh..." Heather laughed again, filled with bitchy amusement. "It looks like someone really managed to piss off Daddy."

Brandi squirmed, but Connor quickly flipped him onto his stomach, pulling him up to his knees by the sissy ponytail in his hair. Brandi whimpered behind his gag and tried like a helpless sissy to crawl away, but Connor just spanked his ass again. “Hold still for ‘Daddy’ Connor boomed, flipping Brandi onto his stomach. Firmly grasping the sissy's hair, Connor pulled Brandi up to his knees. “Just tease him with it, babe,” Heather laughed. “She’s so excited to be a good sissy slut for her Daddy!”

Heather kept directing; she was obviously really into this! “Really make her beg for it! That little slut LOVES being choked!" Connor grabbed ahold of Brandon's throat and commanded his hips to move back. "Look at that slut swaying her hips! Whooo!" Heather laughed at poor Brandon, whose eyes were tightly shut, tears streaming down now. “Aww, what’s wrong, sissy? You don’t like it when Daddy works those sissy hips? Twerk for Daddy Brandi! Be a good girl,” Heather encouraged.

Heather entered the camera frame as she ran over to the simpering, suffering Brandi. She never stopped filming as she started to spank Brandon. "Come on, Brandi," she ordered, her camera zooming in on Brandon's face, "beg him. Beg him for it like a good girl." The sight of Brandon was absolutely ridiculous, with his smeared lipstick and raccoon eyes from the running mascara. His blubbering made him look like the pathetic little baby he was dressed as. 

Heather was sounding totally wicked, and I couldn't get enough of it. I loved this new, bitchy side of her. She lectured her trapped boyfriend like a disappointed mother. "Stop being such a squirmy sissy," she scolded. "Daddy loves Mommy very much, and he'll do anything I ask." She was stroking Brandon’s cheeks like she was trying to soothe him! "I think it's important for you to understand why I chose a real man like Connor instead of a pathetic sissy like you. I really think Daddy Connor is doing both of us a favor." I couldn't believe what I was hearing as I looked up at Heather. "There's no way he's going to..." She just laughed. “I’m telling you, girl, I fucking own Brandi now! Watch, this is the good part!”

I watched as Heather very enthusiastically began stroking Connor’s cock, getting him ready. “Ask Daddy very politely to fuck your bum bum,” she leaned in, talking almost directly in Brandon’s ear; “and thank him afterward, of course!” 

"P...p...p..." *sob*... "Oh my God, Connor, I'm so sorry, man, please..." Brandon broke down in another temper tantrum as he struggled to get the pacifier out of his mouth. But before he could say another word, Heather intervened and took control, slapping Brandon across the face and grabbing his chin. "YOU DO NOT SPEAK TO DADDY LIKE THAT!" She hit him again, this time with even more force. “NOW ASK HIM TO FUCK YOU and do it into the camera in your sweetest fucking sissy voice!” Heather composed herself and zoomed in, perfectly framing Brandon's face. “P…p…pwease Daddy, pwease fuck me so good!!” Brandon begged, as convincingly as possible, through tears.

Connor flashed a cocky grin and thrust into the sissy with a smug look of satisfaction. He started with just the tip of his cock, teasing Brandon before gradually inching it deeper and deeper. “Shhh,” Heather winked before shoving the pacifier gag back into Brandon's mouth roughly and securing it with a strap around his head. “Mmmmph…mppph!” Poor Brandi begged.

"Well, well, it looks like someone's a tight little slut.” Heather laughed before standing up and making a show of letting some spit drip down Brandon's ass. "Since you’re such a naughty little girl, that’s all the lube you get!” She playfully turned to Connor, giving him a sly wink. "Oh, honey, don't go easy on her just because it's her first time. Trust me, she's going to beg for more eventually.”

Just as Brandon was forced into an uncomfortable rhythm, Connor pulled and slapped him hard on the ass. “Faster bitch!” Brandon squealed as Connor pulled out and thrust deeper into him. Heather was loving every minute of it. “That’s it, baby! Make sure our lucky girl feels every inch!” I was almost jealous of Heather; Connor really looked like he knew what he was doing! Poor Brandon, though, wasn't quite prepared for what Connor could do! The smaller sissy was completely at the mercy of such an alpha, and Connor was definitely taking advantage of that. He was practically lifting Brandon up by the hips, slamming the powerless sissy back down. "Wow, he’s fucking him like a porn star!” I giggled as I watched.

I watched Heather take her seat on the bed, looking like a total boss bitch. She grabbed her sissy’s chin, her nails digging into his skin, and made him look at her. "Fuck, this is hot.” With a smug smirk, she cheered Connor on over Brandon’s pleas for mercy: "Treat her like a dirty slut baby! Look! Our sissy girl is loving feeling her Daddy fucking her!” She squeezed Brandon’s tear-stained face into a fake smile around the paci.  “Show Sissy Brandi what a real man can do, make sure that pathetic loser knows why I chose a strong alpha like you." 

Connor must have been into the dirty talk. "Fuck, I'm close," he moaned. Heather faked a gasp and grabbed a hold of Brandi’s ponytail. "Oooh, did you hear that, Sissy? I think Daddy needs a little more to work with, don't you?" I laughed out loud watching Heather start tickling Brandon! He was laughing so hard that he choked on his cock paci and she was tickling him so much that poor sissy's hips started to slam onto Connor’s cock! 

"Good girl!" Heather cooed and giggled. "You don't want to be a dead fish, do you?" Connor grunted as he pushed Brandon further and further into the bed with each thrust. "Fuck…fuck, oh shit," Connor moaned. "Uh-oh, Daddy likes it when you move like that, huh?" Heather teased, sticking her tongue out at Brandon and digging her nails deeper into his sides and armpits. Connor was grunting louder and louder while Sissy Brandi struggled to remain silent as more tears streamed down his face.

"Aww, sissy!” Heather squealed. "You're just drooling at the thought of making Daddy Connor cum, aren't ya, sweetie? I know you just love taking all that real man jizz like the good little slut that you are, don’tcha?" Heather cooed. I was blown away as I watched Connor pull out of Brandon, leaving the poor sissy to collapse on the bed, looking like he had just run a marathon. The video paused. “That’s what 9 inches looks like girl,” Heather whispered with a laugh as she saw my shocked face expression. “He’s so good, I fucking love it! Watch though; it’s almost over.

I couldn't look away from the screen as Heather grabbed Brandon's hair, pulling him towards the edge of the bed. "Come on, Sissy, it's not over yet!" she purred while pulling Brandi down beside her to kneel in front of Connor. She eagerly tugged on Conner‘s cock; she was bringing him closer and closer to the edge. “Almost there, baby,” Connor grunted. With a smile, Heather stepped back and gestured for Brandon to take over. "Make Daddy cum like the good little submissive slut you are," she laughed, removing the sissy’s pacifier gag. 

“Show him how you enjoyed him popping your sissy cherry! Sissy Brandi’s hand moved mechanically; he was exhausted and broken. Heather slapped him across the back of the head. "Do it with feeling, slut! Like those gross porn stars you used to watch until I locked your cock up! Give it a little sissy kiss too.”

Brandon hesitated as he lowered his head towards Connor's groin; he was totally grossed out by the thought of tasting his own ass. But before he could back out, Heather shoved his head all the way down to Connor's balls. “No, no, no sissy cum breath,” she chided him with a laugh. “Get down there!” Poor Brandon was drooling and gagging like a champ!

“Get a move on, Brandi!" Heather barked, yanking him by the hair and guiding him forcefully. "Work that shaft up and down; we ain't got all day, princess!" She let go of his hair, but not before giving him a slap on the back of the head. "Now, be a good little Daddy's girl and finish the job!"

I loved watching Brandon be so thoroughly humiliated, but I think Heather was living for it. I watched as she gripped the back of Brandon's neck and forced him to stay in place, his face just inches away from Connor's massive cock. "Don't just stand there, sissy," Heather sneered. "Beg for it, beg for Daddy’s cum on your face!

“P…please cum on my face…d…daddy…” Brandon pathetically begged, giving up his dignity. And with a triumphant sigh, Connor granted his wish, dumping his load on Brandon's face. “Good sissy slut,” Connor laughed, pushing Brandon over. “We do own you now.”

Heather couldn't help but smirk with satisfaction as she put her phone aside. “Nothing but a little sissy bitch now, huh?” She turned with a smile. "Well, I think it's safe to say that Brandon is no longer the biggest bully in town." I laughed, shaking my head in amusement. "He’s definitely been brought down a peg or two.”

[libraryofgage]

A Hop, a Skip, and a TARDIS Jump (2)

Part of: Steve Deserves Good Parents, Actually

Debbie and Fester Addams One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six Rick and Evelyn O'Connell One | Two | Three Harley Quinn One | Two 10th Doctor and Rose One | Two (you're here!) Scooby Gang (there are plans for this one lmao, so plz be patient with me orz) Jedidiah and Octavius (from Night at the Museum) One | Two Queen Clarisse Renaldi One | Two | Three Leverage Crew One

Here's the second line jump fic! If you'd like to learn about line jumping, you can read this post

Anyway, after 84 years, here's part 2 of TenRose being Steve's parents. This time actually with TenRose lol

There's a meme at the end of this one, too, so I hope you enjoy it

Anyway, as always, if you see any typos, no you didn't :^)

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Hawkins, Indiana, 1974

Steve looks the same, but his organs are new, he's a tiny bit taller, and he's having the same growing pains as his father. He stretches his fingers, wiggles his ears, and feels his liver chugging along like never before. He's doing better than his father, though; he's not too caught up in the taste of a new pancreas, at least.

He is, however, subject to scolding from his mother.

"I can't believe you!" Rose shouts, pacing in front of the console before coming to a stop. "Are you thick? You could've been seriously hurt!"

"Oh, I don't think that's very fair," the Doctor says, pushing his hair out of his face, something he's never been able to do before. "He's a teeny-weeny Time Lord, Rose. He regenerates just as good as me. Well, better even."

"That's not the point, Doctor! You've only got so many lives before you run out. Don't let Steve join you for the beginning of each one."

"Well, maybe we should remember how we got here in the first place," the Doctor says, "Someone thought, 'Oh, I'll just take a little peek-a-boo into the time vortex,' for the fun of it!"

After listening to them argue for a few more minutes, Steve slowly gets up and quietly makes his way over to the console. He places his hand on a dial, holding still but feeling it turn under his palm. "Take us somewhere safe," he whispers, glancing to where his parents are holding a staring contest that could end in them kissing or shouting.

Steve feels the TARDIS hum around him, agreeing with his suggestion, and the engine kicks to life. "What?" the Doctor asks, looking around before spotting Steve at the console. "Hold on a minute, who said you could send us anywhere?"

"I didn't turn anything," Steve says, innocently looking up at his parents. "Maybe the TARDIS got tired of your arguing, too."

As though agreeing with him, the TARDIS makes a particularly loud whoosh as it jerks and nearly sends Rose off her feet. The Doctor catches her easily, an arm around her waist, but stumbles himself. "Oh, blast, this body is scrawny," he says, clenching his jaw as he grips the console to keep himself upright.

"I'll say. You're likely to stab me with an elbow there," Rose replies, her voice more amused than anything else, and Steve quickly looks away before he's subjected to the gross goo-goo eyes his parents start making at each other.

When the TARDIS finally comes to a stop, Steve barely waits before rushing to the doors. He hears his parents shout after him, but he throws one of the doors open without a second thought, an excited grin forming when he sees familiar trees and a familiar playground. It's been a few months for him, long enough to be an entirely new person, but he has no clue how long it's been for Eddie.

Maybe only a day has passed. Maybe a week. Maybe fifteen years. Well, he doubts it's been fifteen years. The playground doesn't look like fifteen years have passed. Either way, he looks over his shoulder at his parents. "I'm gonna go play now!" he says, letting the door slam behind him as he runs out.

He's only more excited when he immediately finds Eddie. It's odd, because most humans just look alike to him, other than his mother, of course. They're all kind of shaped the same and none of them feel like time and space; they're boring, completely untouched by and unaware of the greater universe beyond the molecules of stardust that formed them.

But Eddie is different. Eddie's hair holds red space and his fingers scatter time when he moves. Eddie's words drip with galactic dust and meteoric currents. His eyes are the brown of T'Lochlor royal jewels and contain the sparks of planetary births. His smile curls with the essence of alternate dimensions and black hole gates.

Steve tried explaining it to the TARDIS once, figuring she was the most likely to know what's so different about Eddie. The only thing she'd been able to tell him is that, somewhere in the future, Eddie would be destined for tragedy and stars. She wouldn't say (or simply didn't know) what order they would be in, but Steve decided to focus on the stars.

He rushes over, his smile wide as he gets closer to where Eddie is sitting on a bench, watching the playground with a slight pout and a cast on his right leg. "Eddie!" he shouts, practically tackling the boy in a hug when he's close enough.

"Stevie?!"

Steve pulls away, hopping onto the bench and settling next to Eddie. "Yep! Hi."

"Dude, it's been so long!"

"Oh," Steve says, frowning slightly as he looks Eddie up and down. They still seem to look the same age. "How long?"

"Like three years. Where were you?!"

"Uh, traveling. My parents go all over the place," Steve explains, figuring it's not exactly a lie. "Anyway, what happened to your leg?"

Eddie blinks, looking down at his cast before pouting again. "I broke it in P.E. cuz the coach made me play soccer," he says.

Steve doesn't quite know what P.E. is. Or soccer. But he gets the main point: Eddie can't play because his leg is still healing. "How come you're still here then?" he asks.

"Better than being home."

There's something weird about Eddie's words, but Steve doesn't ask him about it. His mother has told him that, sometimes, you just shouldn't pry into people's home life. Even if you care, it could make them angry or upset. They'll share when they're ready.

"Oh," he says, moving closer to Eddie on the bench until their shoulders are touching.

"Tell me something cool," Eddie says. "Where did you and your parents go?"

Steve thinks for a moment. He already told Eddie about being an alien, but is he allowed to talk about the time travel stuff? Is that too impossible to believe? Maybe he'll just ease Eddie into it. "Uh, we went a lot of places," he says, swinging his legs, "Oh, like this city where they have a super big hospital and the doctors are all cat-people."

"Why'd you go there?" Eddie asks.

"I died, kind of, and Mom wanted to make sure I was okay, even though Dad promised her I was. And Dad died, too, but he's done it a few times, so he's better at it than I am. Anyway, Mom was going crazy with worry, so Dad brought us there to get me checked out. Clean bill of health, according to the doctor."

Eddie stares at him for a while. "You died?" he finally asks, his voice sounding a little strained.

"Yeah, but not really. I mean, my people regenerate instead of die. So, like, my current body can't survive, so I pull on time and space to make myself a new one, one that can live as long as I need it to."

"Oh, right, cool, that's not confusing," Eddie says, huffing as he glances away. He swings his legs a few times before asking, "What happened?"

"Mom looked into the TARDIS's heart, absorbed the time vortex and became Bad Wolf to save us. If she stayed like that, she would've burned up from the inside out, so Dad kissed her to draw the time vortex out. He started to regenerate, but the backlash of it was destroying the TARDIS. We would've crashed otherwise, so I absorbed some of his regeneration energy, and that burned all of my cells up, so I had to regenerate, too. Mine was a bit gentler than Dad's, though, so it didn't cause much damage."

"I feel...even more confused."

Steve smiles at him, holding out his hand. After a few seconds, Eddie takes it, and Steve squeezes once. "That's okay. Alien biology is weird. Like, I think it's weird that you've got an appendix. You don't even need it anymore."

"What did we need it for before?"

"Something digestive, I think," Steve says, waving his free hand dismissively, "Dad knows more about that stuff than I do."

Eddie nods, looks down at their hands, and then looks at the playground. "Your parents sound...really great, Stevie," he says.

There's something in Eddie's voice that makes Steve hesitate. He bites the inside of his cheek, hesitates for a moment, and then scooches a little closer. Maybe telling Eddie about the time travel thing will make him smile again; maybe it will take that weird hurt in his eyes away for just a few minutes. "You wanna see something cool?" he asks.

"Sure," Eddie mumbles, looking over as Steve reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a phone from 2046. It looks totally clear, but the glass panel on the back is frosted, keeping people from seeing what's on his screen.

"What kind of music do you like?" Steve asks.

"Usually whatever my mom listens to," Eddie says, shrugging as he watches Steve tap on the glass in his hand. He jerks when the screen lights up, showing a bunch of tiny squares across it. "What's that?"

"A phone."

"Uh, nope, no way, phones are, like, attached to walls and stuff. They plug in. They're, you know, bigger, and stuff. And they aren't made of glass."

"It's, uh, a future phone. From the future. Many, many years in the future."

Eddie snorts, bumping their shoulders together. "Time travel isn't real, Stevie."

"I'm an alien. I just told you about a city with cat-people doctors. Time travel is the unbelievable part?" Steve asks.

They stare at each other for a few minutes, Steve waiting patiently as he watches disbelief fade into realization in Eddie's eyes. "Holy shit," Eddie whispers, his eyes getting wider as he looks down at the phone. "Where's your time machine?"

"Across the street. That blue box over there. My parents are inside."

"How did I miss that?"

"It's got a perception filter," Steve says, repeating his father's words easily. "So people's eyes just...slide over it."

Eddie slowly nods and looks back at Steve's phone. "I, um, my mom likes David Bowie."

Steve nods and looks up David Bowie music videos.

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Despite thinking Steve might hang around this time, that he might not disappear from Eddie's life like last time, that's exactly what he does.

He introduces Eddie to music that won't exist for decades, to bands like Green Day and Lovejoy and some singer from another planet called Ln'ra. Their voice makes Eddie's brain prickle between his ears, his heart lurching in his chest with the desire to sing the way they do.

Steve holds Eddie's hand the entire time, a gentle breeze passing over them, their heads leaning against each other. Music plays surprisingly clear from the piece of glass Steve insists is a phone. Time seems to slow down for a brief while, and Eddie forgets all about the world for a while.

He forgets about his mom crying. He forgets about his dad shouting. He forgets about the dull ache in his leg as the bone mends itself. He forgets about everything, and it's the most peaceful and relaxed he's felt for months.

And then the sun is setting, dipping beneath the trees and splashing the sky with oranges and pinks and reds. Steve sighs when he sees the colors, lets the music video play to the end, and then turns of his phone and slips it into his pocket.

"I've gotta go," he says, standing up from the bench but still holding Eddie's hand.

Eddie doesn't fight it, even though he wants to, because something tells him Steve can't stay. Something deep in his mind tells him that he won't. Not yet, at least. Because Eddie is sure, at some point, Steve is going to stay.

Or Eddie will stay, because he's technically walking away, too, right? He's not exactly begging to follow Steve wherever he goes, because he can't. He has a mom, a dad, an uncle, guitar lullabies at night and surprisingly good waffles in the morning, some friends at school and a group project that needs turning in.

So, neither of them can stay. Not right now, at least. But maybe next time. Eddie hopes---as he watches Steve push open the door of that weird blue box and wave one last time before going in---that one of them will get to stay sometime soon.

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Tag List (let me know if you'd like to be added!)

@romanticdestruction, @lublix, @jackiemonroe5512, @lee-da-vinci, @rowanshadow26, @didntwant2comecome, @katouasobi

And here's the meme! Very tiny text but it's basically just copy/paste Steve's dialogue about regenerating lol

[cousin-apollyon]

I made a lil teeny weeny BATDR comic bc i felt like it and Ink Demon deserves a bit od comfort and its a hill i will die on

Part 2 is here in case someone wants it (im sorry i dont know how tumblr links work yet)

[hyperfixationstati0n]

Hey!! I saw that you’re writing for Billy the kid now so can I request Billy !x fem!reader and they’re both in a relationship. Billy goes out with his friends and they suggest to go into a brothel but Billy doesn’t want to go, because he‘s obviously taken so they lie to him and say they go somewhere else (like a new pub or something like that) but end up in the brothel anyway so Billy gets shocked when he enters and sees the naked women and then decides to wait outside whilst his friends are inside. So after a while one of his friends comes outside and calls him lame because his friend says that reader is just a girl and men deserve to have fun and have multiple girls bla bla and misogynistic stuff like that and after Billy stays quiet because he knows his friends are sexists but then his friend sexualises reader and Billy and that dude get into a fight where Billy gets injured so Billy gets home and reader takes care of him and reader asks what happened and Billy reluctantly explains and it’s ends with fluff/soft smut?

Thank you!!

OH YES YES YES i hope this is good i kinda shortened it

Word count: 519

Content warnings: Mentions of a brothel, mentions of violence, a teeny weeny bit of blood.

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You trusted Billy. He never gave you a reason not to trust him. When his group of friends wanted to head into town, you knew where they wanted to go. You weren’t dumb, but you tried not to overthink it.

You were getting ready for bed late into the night, preparing to wait up for billy until he came and cuddled under the covers with you. But you hear a knock at the door, followed by a voice you’d recognize anywhere. You rush to open it, smiling because he was home early, until you see him. Face blooded and his knuckles raw and red. Color drains from your own face as you pull him in.

“Good lord, Billy. What happened?” You ask, heart racing as you gently sit him on the bed. You stand in between his legs, tilting his head gently and inspecting his injuries.

“Nothin’, darling. Don’t worry yourself about it, i’m fine.”

You immediately roll your eyes, used to this behavior from him. You go to grab a rag and wet it to start cleaning him up.

“I’ve known you long enough to know that’s a lie.” You gently tilt his head up, tenderly wiping the blood off his nose and upper lip. “Tell me.”

He sighs, but ultimately resigns because he knows you’d get the truth out of him at some point.

“The guys…” He starts and winces a little. Not at your ministrations, trying to fix him up, but from the memory of that night. “The guys didn’t take me to a pub. I was stupid for thinking they were telling the truth.”

You shake your head a little. Your thumb strokes his cheek slowly as you continue cleaning his face.

“I could’ve told you that. How did…this happen?”

“I didn’t go into the place. I was just going to wait for them to be done but…one of them came out, drunk, and started spewing some bullshit. Calling me lame and…stuff about you.”

He hesitates before adding that last part because he already knows what your reaction is going to be. You roll your eyes again.

“I don’t want you getting hurt over me, Billy.” You say as you gently kiss his bruised cheek.

“You’re worth getting hurt for.” He responds with a seemingly exhausted smile. “Why would I want to go to a brothel when i have the most beautiful girl in the world right here? Those guys just don’t get it. I’d fight all of them for you.”

You can’t help but smile a bit at that, looking over his face before gently kissing his lips. He had definitely had a night. As much as you hated that he was fighting for your honor, you couldn’t deny that it made your heart flutter.

“C’mon. Let’s get you into bed.” You whisper against his lips. He was capable of getting undressed and ready himself, but he didn’t complain when you helped. You both stumbled into bed together, getting tangled up under the sheets. Limbs tangled as you held each other so closely, you could feel his heartbeat against you. Slow, steady, perfectly calming.

“I love you, beautiful.” He whispers, eyes already drooping closed, but he managed to press his lips to your forehead before they close completely.

“I love you too”

[mhaxwishxgranter]

UA’s Ice Queen

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Summary: Y/N is known as the ice queen of UA, and not just for her quirk. She’s ice cold to any and everyone, with a few exceptions.

Characters: Tamaki Amajiki, black!fem!reader

Word count: 406

Warnings: none just fluff all around for Tamaki 💜🐙

Pairing: Tamaki Amajiki x black!fem!reader (established relationship)

Note: Y/N has a twa (Teeny Weeny Afro) in this piece.

Note 2: This piece for Tamaki is long overdue but I hope you all enjoy it!

Tag list/mutuals list: @olenoname @mysticpisces

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Underneath a beach umbrella, Y/N sat, content to scroll on her phone mostly her feeds for Instagram and Pinterest. The weather was humid which made her hairstyle perfect for it. Lifting her eyes from the screen of her phone, just for a brief moment, she could see everyone playing in the water.

Even Tamaki.

She could easily pick him out of the crowd filled with women, men, children, and other students from UA who also came to the beach for a rest and relaxation day.

He was with Mirio and Nejire.

The three of them deserved a day like this. No stress. Just fun.

Ping! New message!

💜🐙Tamaki🐙💜: I can feel you staring.

Y/N: Do you want me to look away?

💜🐙Tamaki🐙💜: No!

💜🐙Tamaki🐙💜 is typing…

💜🐙Tamaki🐙💜: What I mean is, I like it when your attention is focused on me.

Y/N: Then I’ll make sure to give you all of my undivided attention later.

💜🐙Tamaki🐙💜 is typing…

💜🐙Tamaki🐙💜: Y/N-chan! It’s Nejire! I think you broke Tamaki!

Y/N: I’ll come down there and reboot him.

💜🐙Tamaki🐙💜: And when you get down here, can you make some ice for us? Pleaseee?

Y/N was known as UA’s ice queen not just because of her natural cold disposition but also because the ice that formed when she used her quirk could last for hours because of how unique it was. Which was perfect for this humid weather where the sun could easily melt regular ice.

💜🐙Tamaki🐙💜: Pretty please! Think of your kouhai! 🥺

Y/N might be cold but she was by no means heartless.

Y/N: Alright. Alright, I’m on my way.

💜🐙Tamaki🐙💜: Yay! 😃

Standing up and getting out from underneath the umbrella and stretching as she felt the warmth of the sun from above and the sand beneath her feet, Y/N began to make her way down the beach.

This really was a day of relaxation.

[moonselune]

Best intending fools

Teacher!Minthara x Obsessed!Student AU

Modern AU

Set a bit further on in the relationship, can be read as a part 3 to these parts: part one , part two, part four

CW: Teeny weeny bit of angst hehe

⋆.˚✰ Minthara ⋆.˚✰ <- Masterlist

The conference room was bathed in the harsh glow of fluorescent lights, casting a clinical brightness over the assembled staff. Minthara sat near the end of the table, a pencil in hand, tapping it rhythmically against her notepad. She was mentally reviewing the next phase of her research project, barely paying attention to the mundane discussions around her.

Gale, the head of staff, stood at the front, his presence commanding the room. He cleared his throat, drawing everyone's attention. "Before we conclude today's meeting, I have an important announcement regarding our faculty for the upcoming semester."

Minthara barely glanced up, her mind still elsewhere.

"We are pleased to welcome a new professor who will be teaching anatomy," Gale continued. "Dr. Orin Dered."

The name hit Minthara like a physical blow. The pencil in her hand snapped with a sharp crack, the sound startling those around her. Her eyes narrowed, and she shot a piercing glare at Gale.

"This is unacceptable," she said, her voice low and filled with barely contained fury.

Gale sighed, clearly anticipating her reaction. "Minthara, I understand your concerns, but Dr. Dered is one of the leading experts in anatomy. Our students deserve the best education we can provide."

The rest of the staff exchanged uneasy glances. They were well aware of the tumultuous history between Minthara and Orin. Once close-knit research partners, now intense rivals.

Minthara stood, her chair scraping loudly against the floor. "You don't understand," she hissed. "Orin is a manipulative, self-serving—"

"Enough, Minthara," Gale interrupted, his tone firm. "This decision is final. Orin's expertise will greatly benefit our students, and we are fortunate to have her."

The tension in the room was palpable. Minthara's hands clenched into fists at her sides, her knuckles white. She stared Gale down, her eyes blazing with anger. "You have no idea what you're doing," she spat. "Orin's presence here will be a disaster."

Without another word, she turned and stormed out of the room, the door slamming shut behind her with a resounding bang. The remaining staff sat in stunned silence, the atmosphere thick with unease.

Alfira, always the empathetic one, started to rise from her seat. "Maybe I should go after her…"

Rolan, sitting beside her, grabbed her arm and yanked her back down. "Are you out of your mind?" he whispered urgently. "Do you have a death wish? Let her cool off."

Alfira looked torn but reluctantly nodded, staying in her seat. The meeting resumed, but the energy in the room had shifted, a heavy sense of foreboding hanging over the staff.

Meanwhile, Minthara strode down the hallway, her mind racing. She needed to calm down, to think. But the mere thought of Orin being back in her life, even professionally, was enough to send her into a tailspin. She headed towards her office, desperate for the solitude and sanctuary it provided, her mind already strategizing how to handle this unexpected and unwelcome development.

A few days later you had been wandering the hallways, a lightness in your step, excited about the news you had heard. Orin Dered, the renowned expert in anatomy, was joining the faculty for a semester. The whispers about her expertise and groundbreaking research had always intrigued you, and now you had the chance to learn from her directly.

You made your way to Minthara's office, eager to share your excitement. Her door was slightly ajar, and you could see her sitting at her desk, a stormy expression on her face. You knocked softly and entered, a smile on your lips.

"Minthara, did you hear? Orin Dered is going to be teaching here next semester!" you exclaimed, not noticing the dark cloud that seemed to hang over her.

Minthara's head snapped up, her eyes narrowing as they locked onto yours. "I heard," she said coldly, her tone sending a shiver down your spine.

You paused, confused by her reaction. "I thought you'd be happy for me. I mean, you and Orin worked closely together before, right? This is such a great opportunity for me to learn from one of the best."

Minthara stood abruptly, her chair scraping loudly against the floor. "You will not take her class," she snapped, her voice icy.

You blinked, taken aback by her sudden outburst. "What? Why not? This is a huge chance for my education. I can't pass it up just because there's some bad blood between you two."

Minthara's eyes flashed with anger, and she took a step towards you. "I'm forbidding it. If you take Orin's class, then this—us—is over."

Her words hit you like a physical blow. You stood there, stunned, your heart aching with confusion and hurt. You knew they were rivals but you thought Minthara cared for you more than some petty rivalry. "Minthara, that's not fair. You can't just control my education like this. I know there's history between you and Orin, but this is my future we're talking about."

Minthara's expression hardened, her jaw clenched tightly. "I said no. If you enroll in her class, consider our relationship finished."

Tears welled up in your eyes, and you turned away from her, unable to comprehend why she was being so irrational. "I can't believe you're doing this," you whispered, your voice breaking. "I thought you cared about me."

With that, you walked out of her office, the door closing behind you with a finality that echoed through your heart. You could feel the weight of her gaze on your back, but you didn't look back. The hurt and confusion swirling inside you were too much to bear.

Minthara slumped back into her chair, her head in her hands. She had never wanted to hurt you, but the thought of Orin manipulating and hurting you the way she had been hurt was unbearable. She couldn't explain it to you without revealing too much, and now she was left with the pain of knowing she had pushed you away.

The next few days were a blur of mixed emotions. You spent most of your time sulking in your dorm room, replaying the argument with Minthara in your mind. Her words had cut deep, and you were struggling to understand why she would react so harshly. Despite your frustration, you couldn’t bring yourself to enroll in Orin's class. The fear of losing Minthara, of severing the bond you had with her, was too great. You loved her, adored her.

One afternoon, as you were leaving Professor Dekarios' lecture, he approached you. "Hey, can I have a word?" he asked, his tone gentle.

You nodded, feeling a twinge of curiosity. Professor Dekarios was always perceptive, and it seemed he had noticed your recent change in demeanor.

"I couldn't help but notice that you're not enrolled in Dr. Dered's anatomy class," he began, his eyes searching your face. "I thought it would be a perfect fit for you, given your interests and potential."

You sighed, glancing away. "It's complicated," you mumbled.

He nodded, understanding evident in his eyes. "I know Minthara has been mentoring you closely, and I can imagine that might be influencing your decision. She can be quite... intense."

You let out a bitter laugh. "That's one way to put it."

Professor Dekarios leaned against the desk, his demeanor casual yet concerned. "Listen, I don’t know all the details of your relationship with her, but I do know that this is an important opportunity for you. If you’re worried about Minthara's reaction, I could arrange a private meeting between you and Dr. Dered. It would be off the record, and Minthara wouldn't need to know."

Your heart raced at the suggestion. A private meeting with Orin could be a way to explore your interest without openly defying Minthara. "You really think that could work?" you asked, hope creeping into your voice.

He smiled reassuringly. "Absolutely. Orin is here to teach and share her knowledge. I doubt she'd pass up the chance to mentor a promising student like you. And if we keep it discreet, Minthara won't have to know."

You hesitated for a moment, weighing the risks. But the prospect of learning from Orin was too enticing to ignore. "Okay," you agreed. "Let's do it. A meeting can't hurt."

Professor Dekarios nodded, satisfied. "I'll set it up. Just trust me, this could be a great opportunity for you."

You sat nervously outside of Dr Dered's office, you knew that it was wrong, what you were doing. But if Minthara had thought her harsh words had deterred you it had only spurred you on. You wanted to experience Orin yourself, learn from her yourself. You loved Minthara, you would kiss the ground she walked on if she asked you to, you would kill for her, you would die for her. But your education was paramount, and you understood what Minthara was asking of you, you couldn't understand why. That was what mattered, because you knew why you worshipped Minthara, you didn't know why Minthara didn't want you to be taught by Orin. Not knowing was dangerous, because not knowing meant that you needed to find out.

"Y/N L/N?" Orin called out as she opened her new office door, it was thankfully on the other side of the complex so you had no chance of Minthara walking past. Plus Professor Dekarios had promised that he would be in a meeting with her at this time. Orin was a pale woman, and had long blonde hair that was messily put away in a plait. She wore a striking blood red pantsuit, accompanied with a pair of sandals - it was like she wasn't wearing any shoes at all. Minthara would never have been caught dead in shoes like that but you assumed that due to her work she preferred to remain grounded, if you examined and pulled apart bodies all day you would want to stay grounded too.

You stood up and gave an awkward wave before walking into Orin's office, it was surrounded in packed up boxes but she had a realistic anatomically correct human body hung up, with removable organs included.

"Thank you so much for seeing me, Dr Dered," You nervously said, fidgeting with your hands.

"Oh my little fleshing, call me Orin, with what I deal with I prefer to deal with my students on a more intimate level." Orin told you giving you a wicked smile. You tried not to panic at the endearment she had addressed you with, she was known for her eclecticism. "Professor Dekarios tells me you are a student excelling in your classes, so I cannot help but wonder why not mine?"

"Oh um, my schedule just didn't allow it, which is why Professor Dekarios so kindly-'

"-Professor Dekarios did say that but I checked for myself and your schedule fully allows you to take my class." Orin interrupted you and leaned across her desk towards you. "So I cannot help but wonder if this has anything to do with Dr Baenre."

"D-Dr Baenre?" You repeated, heat rising to your cheeks from the embarrassment of being immediately caught out in your lie. "Why would Dr Baenre have anything to do with it?"

"It is clear she had laid her claim on your academic prowess and does not plan on letting you go." Orin smirked at you as she propped her feet up on the desk. "Looking at the work you have submitted and your academic record I can understand why, you are an extremely talented young woman Y/N."

"I-uh- thank you, I uh don't actually hear that a lot.." You murmured and it was true, Minthara knew of your brilliance so didn't feel the need to comment on it.

"And what a pitiful shame that is." Orin pouted, sitting up in her chair and clasping her hands together. "But you have made-"

Before Orin could finish her sentence her office door swung open, and a fuming Minthara stood in her doorway. You felt yourself shrink into yourself as you were victim to her wrathful glare .

"L/N. Out. Now. Dr Dered and I have some urgent matters to discuss." Minthara seethed and you quickly gathered your things, unable to meet her eye. Though before you walked past her you took a deep breath in, you did this for you, for your benefit. You were not to be ashamed of that. So as you walked past her, you met her eye, proudly, defiantly.

The door slammed behind you and you let out the breath you didn't know you were holding. You walked past a very apologetic looking Professor Dekarios who's plans had clearly backfired. Then you had a decision, you could go back to your dorm or back to Minthara's office. Your head told you to go back to your dorm room, yet your heart urged you to go to Minthara's office. You had let your head dictate your actions that day, it was time for the heart to take control.

“What exactly do you think you are doing, Orin?!” Minthara snapped, her voice trembling with barely controlled anger. “Not only here, but with my top student?”

Orin leaned casually against the desk, her expression a mixture of amusement and condescension. “Oh, Minthara, my love, I missed you too...” she cooed, stepping forward with her arms outstretched, as if expecting a warm embrace.

Minthara scoffed and took a step back, glaring at Orin with disdain. “Don’t come any closer,” she hissed, crossing her arms tightly across her chest.

Orin’s arms dropped, but she maintained her cool smile. “Still as cold as ever, my dear,” she remarked, her tone dripping with false sweetness.

Minthara’s patience was wearing thin. “What do you want, Orin?” she spat, her eyes narrowing dangerously.

Ignoring the question, Orin turned her attention to the papers on Minthara’s desk, idly flipping through them. “I can see why you like her,” she said, her voice taking on a contemplative tone. “She’s got a brilliant mind.”

Minthara tensed at the mention of you, her jaw clenching in anger. She hated that Orin even knew your name, let alone took an interest in you. “What I would do to crack it open and slice it bit by bit for examination,” Orin continued, her voice low and almost wistful. “To feel her brain on my fingertips.”

“You are disgusting, you know that, don’t you?” Minthara scoffed, rolling her eyes in a vain attempt to hide her unease.

Orin chuckled softly. “And you’ve become sentimental,” she countered, her gaze flicking back to Minthara. “Though, as toys go, you have managed to acquire yourself such a beautiful one. I can’t wait until you inevitably throw her out of your pram.”

That was the final straw. Minthara surged forward, grabbing Orin by the lapels of her blazer and yanking her close. “Y/N is not a toy. Do you understand that?” she snarled, her face inches from Orin’s. “She is more humane than you will ever be. Speak to her again, and I will rip your tongue out.”

Orin’s eyes glittered with a perverse delight. “Ooh, Minthara, you’ve grown soft—”

Minthara released her grip and shoved Orin back, the force of the push causing Orin to stumble slightly. “I don’t even know why I waste my time with you,” Minthara said, her voice cold and final.

Orin straightened her blazer, her cool smile never faltering. “Because, my dear Minthara, deep down, you know you’ll always be drawn back to me.”

Minthara didn’t dignify that with a response. She turned on her heel and walked out of the office, her heart pounding with a mixture of rage and protectiveness. Orin might be back in her life, but Minthara was determined to shield you from her at any cost.

Mwhahahahaha I simply could not resist, Orin was right there begging to be included in this AU. Gale only wants the best for his students yet fucks it up every time. What are your thoughts? Why do we think Orin is really here? - Seluney xoxo

[stellar-constellations]

See ion condone murder in the slightest but when I say Rose and ren need to be offed I mean THEY NEED TO GOOOO

Please babes I’m begging for a teeny weeny spoiler on if we ever get too yk make them hit the hay permanently OR better if reader and Andrew do it together

I too do not condone murder in the slightest; however, I portray fictional murders, stalking, and all other non-safe events in my series as something that you should NOT do in real life. I also do not write the events of real murders in non-educational views + twisting the true story in order to try and gain fame and fortune from another's unfortunate reality (looking at the questionable TV shows like Jeffery Dahmer and such...)

HOWEVER, everything in Star Patient is fictional, and is supposed to be written and viewed as grotesque, something that should not be replicated in real life, and is meant to unsettle you for a nice thrill or at least cope with fantasies in a very safe way that shouldn't mingle with real life.

With that being said, allow me to get on with the spoilers. Please note, chapter 8 is still being written so everything may not be the final draft. Please be aware, the following content below will possibly be split in different chapters, so this is spoilers for all future Star Patient chapters as of July 27, 2024.

These spoilers will be solely bits of dialogue. I will not directly give out who said what, and I also will not provide any clues as to what's happening as to not destroy any shock value or plot twists in future chapters. You can try and figure out the story yourselves; however, I don't want to directly ruin the emotional impact of the story, so my lips are sealed for any specific events! I do accept questions of the characters, future series ideas (non-spoilers), and any other fun questions.

THE CONTENT BELOW IS NOT FINAL, FUTURE SPOILERS FOR ANDREW GRAVES X READER: STAR PATIENT SERIES!

"Sometimes, it still feels like I'm trapped inside that room; except this time, I'm the one that put myself in it."

"What? You're not going to help me change?"

"She wasn't innocent! Everyone knows that she killed that boy and his mother!"

"Whatever excuse I try to put it, it's my fault in the end."

"I got you some chocolates and flowers! If you're allergic to coco or milk, I have this replica of hot chocolate powder that tastes like hot chocolate, but doesn't have any milk or coco! People are so smart nowadays! Oh, and don't worry, I checked with the missus first, so she won't be mad at me!"

"It's too risky to just leave her like that, especially because I'm unsure if I left any evidence or not..."

"Oh, how cute! My little angel is into the occult now! She's so pure!"

"It’s different if a woman kills someone! She does it to love and protect, men do it to destroy."

"Do you ever wonder why we do this? I mean... right now someone else could die, so the people we saved are suddenly unimportant... because we couldn't save them all..."

"He's a city boy, do you really expect him to be able to support you if he can't even support his own legs?!"

"Everyone in this hospital is either freaks or criminals."

"Was there really no other way?"

"At the end of the day, it's you. Do what makes you survive."

"Ah, perfume. A woman's beauty kills another."

"Do you think saving me is going to make me forget that you're the one who did this to me?"

"She gives great hugs..."

"I said I don't want to see you!"

"I had a nightmare, and I don't want to be alone."

"You need to eat, god damn it!"

"The water is freezing, but what it promises makes me feel warm..."

"You don't choose if the inheritor is good or bad, because they're the inheritor. They get it, whether they deserve it or not. Sometimes, they do bad things with that sort of power, and it can lead them down the wrong path."

"You don't expect your son to be a bad person until he is."

"How about we make a deal?"

"I don't think you understand the gravity of your situation right now, after all, I know what you did."

“She’s so kind, accepting strays like you.”

"What do you mean they're dead?"

"Can you forgive me for doing bad things, even if it was to protect myself?"

"What are you doing with a former patient? Having any sort of connection outside of the hospital is strictly frowned upon and can cause in termination!"

"Is this to pay for my sins?"

"Why can't you just leave!"

"Whoever invented AirTags probably made them to stalk his wife. Or husband. No judgement."

“Who is to say that you’re not next?”

"Perhaps, a happy ending was never written for me or you."

[xhanisai]

just another jealous adrien drabble.

AO3

Pairing - Adrinette

Prompt - 'Green with envy'

Summary -

Adrien didn't know how to actually describe what he was feeling right now right this second but he was fully aware of the fact that he was more than very, very happy to kick Kim's ass all the way to New Zealand. No, actually, all the way to the moon.

Oh yes, definitely.

That little shit deserved one big fat kick up the arse right now.

After all, how dare Kim wrap those sweaty biceps of his around Marinette’s shoulders so snugly and look so damn happy in her arms as she carried him bridal style, ready to take him to the nurse's office after he twisted his ankle?

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 Adrien didn't know how to actually describe what he was feeling right now right this second but he was fully aware of the fact that he was more than very, very happy to kick Kim's ass all the way to New Zealand. No, actually, all the way to the moon. Oh yes, definitely. That little shit deserved one big fat kick up the arse right now. After all, how dare Kim wrap those sweaty biceps of his around Marinette’s shoulders so snugly and look so damn happy in her arms as she carried him bridal style, ready to take him to the nurse's office after he twisted his ankle? That’s right. Just an itty bitty twist. A teeny weeny sprain. And he had to be a dramatic little princess, claiming that he couldn’t walk when he could hobble just fine to the office with some support. Oh, that boy better take his stinking arms off her right now and stop wiggling his ass like that in her hold or else the cat within Adrien is going to take charge and FIGHT TO THE DEATH— "Mec...you're hopeless," A very amused Nino chuckled by his side, fully aware of what was going on through the seething blond's head, evident in the way his emerald greens pierced through their nervous-looking athletic friend in Marinette's arms. Kim was very much aware that Adrien wasn't very happy with the situation (hell, everyone in the world barring Marinette herself would be able to tell just by one glance at the feline in disguise and even shake their heads). However, since Kim was Kim, he decided to fan the fire within the bristling blond and cuddled up even more into their tiny friend's body in an exaggerated manner just to see his reaction.

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The table that Adrien had his hands on now suddenly has claw marks embedded into the surface.

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 “And what do you think you’re doing young man—” Monsieur. D'Argencourt immediately clacked his teeth shut when Adrien turned to face him with literal hellfire burning in his green, green eyes. Claw marks were visible on the wall that Adrien was pressed against, spying on a group of students a couple of feet ahead of them and for a second there, the fencing instructor could have sworn that his heart was paralysed in pure, unadulterated fear.

 “That girl has romantic intentions towards my Marinette, doesn’t she?” The boy spoke calmly, pointing at the upperclassman who was blushing and giggling at something the designer said. Though, Marinette herself seemed very much oblivious to her peer’s deeper feelings and continued to converse like normal with the other people in the crowd chiming in from time to time. 

 D’Argencourt silently gulped as he flickered his eyes towards the jolly students and then back to Adrien, meeting his stone, cold stare. 

 One wrong move, one wrong word and the man would probably get sliced to shreds by his pupil’s sabre.

 “I-I doubt M-Mademoiselle. Dupain-Cheng will be whisked away so easily if that’s what you’re worried about, boy.” Cold sweat was running down his face as Adrien continued to watch him with green flames. “Besides…erm…I-I assumed the two of you are an item. Considering how happy you both look when you’re with each other…right?”

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 “You really think she’s happy when she’s with me?” In a complete one-eighty, the murderous-looking boy was instantaneously replaced with a smitten kitten and he was all hearts and pink bubbles and glitter. D’Argencourt didn’t want to push his luck by questioning the extreme change in behaviour so all he did was nod, lips closed tight into an awkward thin line. “This is great! I’m going to go and say hello to her~”

 The teacher almost felt sorry for the upperclassman because when Adrien pounced Marinette in a surprise hug from behind and the latter turned into a giggling, blushing mess, the former looked like her entire world was shattered and heartbreak was as clear as day on her face. Well, as horrible as it sounds, it’s not like she had a chance anyway with how crazily obsessed the duo were with each other.

 He also refused to take any responsibility whatsoever for being partially the cause of the upperclassman’s akumatisation that took place fifteen minutes later after her heart was practically ripped to shreds (and especially because Adrien plastering a big fat kiss on Marinette’s cheek was NOT D’Argencourt’s fault— that was all the boy’s doing!)

 Teenagers!

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 The word ‘bewilderment’ didn’t even scratch the surface of what Alya was feeling right now right this second and she desperately wished that she had a spray bottle of water in her hands because her silly little blond friend was being a complete fucking brat and he deserved to be treated like the bratty kitten he is.

 “I’m her BEST FRIEND.”

 “Well, I’m her BOYFRIEND.”

 “I don’t care. I nabbed the ‘cuddling next to her in bed during sleepover’ privileges LOOOOOONG ago.”

 “Too bad! Those privileges belong to me now!”

 “I will literally fight you to the death, Sunshine.”

 “Bring it on, Ladyblogger.”

 With a deep, exhausted sigh, Nino watched the two’s bickering evolve into semi-wrestling, their hands interlocked and trying to overpower the other with clenched teeth. It was like watching a cat and a fox engage in a stupid fight for something even more stupid and he was in no rush to break them apart. 

 He was laid on his stomach on the chaise in Marinette’s room whilst the girl herself was already in dreamland, her head using his back as a pillow and her body curled up into a little ball. Nino envied her.

 “OooOOh! Getting you two together was a mistake! Yield already you stubborn twink! You will never win against me!”

 “Hah!? What are you talking about? I managed to win Marinette’s heart with my hard work and wooing skills alone! And I’m not a twink; I have developing muscles!”

 “Throwing a tantrum and scaring away other people when they do as much as look at her is a strange way of wooing if you ask me! And what muscles? You’re a stick!”

 “Nuh-uh!”

 “Yuh-uh!”

 Without thinking twice, Nino got his phone out to record his beloved idiots on Snapchat so that he could show it to Marinette later and they could all have a laugh. The new ‘Miraculous’ filter switched on automatically and suddenly, a black mask along with kitten ears was on Adrien’s head on the screen. 

 Nino’s eyes bulged out of his sockets.

 Then, for some reason (as if his body was on autopilot), he switched the camera so that the screen was on selfie mode and focused on Marinette’s snoozing face. A red and black polka-dotted mask immediately displayed itself on her.

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 “Nah. I’m just overthinking it. No way my best friends would be the Ladybug and Chat Noir, hahaha…” He snickered to himself and then continued to record Alya and Adrien with the filter off.

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[normal-internet-user]

Heart Of Gold

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Summary: Raph is feeling a little down, and as his S/O, it's your job to remind him he has a heart of gold.

Warnings: Insecurity and a teeny weeny bit of angst.

Requested: Nope!

GN Reader.

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You looked around your room, bored expression on your face.

Today was Saturday and you had nothing to do, so you were waiting for your boyfriend, Raphael, to arrive. You had called him earlier, asking him if he was free to spend some time together.

He had replied that he was, infact free, and would be there shortly.

So you tidied up your room, and made yourself as presentable as possible, considering you were wearing your pajamas. Now you were just waiting for the familiar knock to sound from your window.

You and Raph had been dating for just a little over six months, and honestly, these six months had been your happiest. You loved the red clad turtle with your heart and soul, and you knew he loved you just the same.

A soft tapping came from your window, and you all but launched yourself over to the noise. Swinging the curtains open with a large smile, you expected to be greeted by the wide smile that usually played on Raph's lips, but instead, it was halfhearted, almost forced.

Your mood instantly shifted to worry. Unlocking the window, you placed a gentle hand on Raph's arm as he entered your room, "Hey, Big Guy, are you ok?"

Raph nodded, that halfhearted smile still on his face, "Just fine, Sweetcheeks."

But you knew he wasn't. You knew he was lying. You saw how his smile didn't reach his eyes, the way he tensed when you asked if he was ok. He wasn't ok.

And you knew that.

"Hamato Raphael, don't you dare lie to me. Something is wrong, and you're upset. I don't like it when you're upset. It makes me sad."

All at once, you watched his facade crumble. He pulled you in for a tight hug, face buried in your neck. You hugged him back, trying your best to show him that you were here, and listening.

"Tell me what's wrong, Raph." you said, voice as gentle as possible.

And he did.

He told you how, lately, he felt like he wasn't strong enough. Strong enough for his brothers, strong enough for his family. Strong enough for you.

"I know I can do better. I know that. They almost got really hurt last time, (Name), all because I wasn't strong enough."

Your heart cracked alongside his voice.

You pulled away from the hug, making him look you in the eyes, "Raph, you are the strongest person I know. You have a heart made out of pure gold. You care about me more than anyone I know, and the way you love your brother's is unlike anything I've ever seen."

You place your hand on his cheeks, rubbing away the tears that has started to fall, "There will be times when the people you care about will get hurt, and yeah thats scary, but it is not your fault. You can't always be there to protect them, or even me and April. Things happen, and the best thing you can do about is try to learn from it. Better yourself in a healthy way. That way, when it happens again, you'll be ready."

You continued to rub away his tears, Raph holding his big hands over top of your much smaller ones. He pulled your hands away from his face, holding them gently infront of him, "What did I ever do to deserve you, Sweetcheeks."

You smiled and pulled him into another hug, "Do you want the short list, or the long one?"

He chuckled softly as he picked you up, your faces now level with one another, "God, I love you."

"I love you too, Raphie."

You gave him a soft kiss on the forhead, "Now, how about we cuddle and watch a movie? I missed you ya know."

"That sounds amazing, (Name)."

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This one is pretty short, and kinda bad, but I'm low on inspiration. So feel free to send me a request!

[ohdearlingwhathappened]

HAII! It's me again, the anon who stumbled across your blog, aaand I got a teeny weeny question. If you could choose to be ANY transformers character for a day, who would you choose to be?

Personally I would say Breakdown, mostly because I'm literally him and he's literally me. But also because I want to experience working with knockout 💔 (I'm still going through the 5 stages of denial with breakdowns death, my friends are tired of hearing about it)

When I tell you I've been thinking about this question for the past couple of days, I'm not kidding, but I think I've finally come to a conclusion.

Ok, so if we're talking about TFP specifically,

Decepticon: Soundwave. He attacks from afar and primarily let's his enemies screw themselves up rather than get his own servos dirty, is incredibly intelligent, a collector of knowledge (and the queen of gossip), and loyal to a fault. He's an absolute delight, and I would end up using the day as SW to learn as much as I can about Cybertronian history and battle tactics.

Autobot: Wheeljack. I actually surprised myself with this answer. I may be loyal, but I do love the renegade and independent lifestyle WJ has, while still staying true to the Autobot cause. I genuinely would love having the ability to travel as I please, like Jackie does- going wherever he wants throughout space.

If we're not restricted to TFP,

Decepticon: my answer stays pretty much the same, except I might prefer G1 Soundwave. I love the relationship he has with his mini cassettes on top of everything else I mentioned above.

Autobot: either IDW Rung or Swerve. I do plan on entering the psychiatry field as my career in approximately 5 years time, and I would love to see his notes and observations, though I'm sure there are differences between cybertronian and human counseling services 🤭🤭. On a similar front, I would love being Swerve for a day and serve people engex while listening to their tales about the day and whatever else they may want to share.

And concerning Breakdown, I so completely understand. He's one of my favorite decepticons and he deserved so much better.