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Family Till Death Pt 1

Elias “Stack” Moore x Sister Reader x Elijah “Smoke” Moore x Reader (Platonic) (Clive is not apart of the movie he’s a character I added)

Warring

Bloodplay, Consensual vampire turning, Power imbalance (dark seduction), Erotic content (18+), Mild gore/violence, Themes of death and transformation

Disclaimer

I own my own plot lines and all of the images, but I don't own sinners or any other characters save Clive; all credit goes to their creator. Please don't copy, translate, or claim my work. Thank you.

Family Till Death Pt 1

Elias “Stack” Moore x Sister Reader x Elijah “Smoke” Moore x Reader (Platonic) (Clive is not apart of the movie he’s a character I added)

Elias and Elijah, the older brothers to (Y/n) who are also referred to as Stack and Smoke. These three have remained together despite the difficulties they have encountered throughout the years. Given the difficult upbringing they experienced due to the abuse they endured at the hands of their own father, their relationship is unbreakable.

The trio had recently returned to Mississippi after a seven-year absence. The siblings had never felt better after returning from Chicago. When they arrive, they run into a big man who wants to sell an old building that they intend to convert into a juke joint bar. They waited for the man to arrive and depart while standing outside leaning against the car. Stack and Smoke were passing a blunt back and forth while (Y/n) was seated in the backseat of the automobile, ready to begin renovating the building that would be theirs.

When the man finally arrived, the three of them were furious since he was running late and they had other plans besides meeting him at the building. They had to leave so that people could eat, drink, smoke, and play games. Hogwood was the white man who parked his car, halted it, approached the three (Y/N), got out, and stood by Stack with her arms folded across her chest. She was a little irritated since he was running late.

“You're late, which means you're behind; money is time, and my time can’t be wasted.”

She spoke in a Southern accent as she looked at him, and he spat on the floor while ignoring her and focusing on the twins. Stack sensed that she was upset and he too was both angry, but he held his temper not to upset this white man. Smoke simply stared at the man, saying nothing, as if he were assessing his strength and personality,the man had spoken up.

"Who is this petite woman? Are all of you triplets?”

Given how similar her brothers seem, he said, (Y/n) thinking it was the most stupid thing to ask. They must be twins, no crap. He believes they are cousins or something. Make sense of it; you see, don't you? You are not blind, or perhaps he is simply as stupid as he appears to be due to a fried brain. However, Stack had already spoken before she could even open her mouth. "

“Nah, we're cousins”

(Y/n) had let out a little chuckle she loved her brother that was something they had in common was their humor Smoke just kept watching the man, they had moved into to look inside of the building getting a quick tour of it and the man had unlocked the door the three siblings had walked in walking around and taking a tour of it (Y/n) had walked off to look around for herself.

There had been a small laugh from (Y/n).The comedy they shared was something she adored about her brother. Smoke simply continued to observe the man; the man had unlocked the door and they had walked in to have a brief look inside the building. The three siblings had entered,wandered around, and given it a tour before (Y/n) left to explore on her own.

~Timeskip~

Once the building has been paid for, they travel to pick up their cousin Sammy (Y/n), who was sitting in the back, reflecting on all the people they had left behind, Mary. There was one person she left and it was the most difficult person to leave Mary, who was like a sister she never had. She was like a best friend Stack and Mary had a past together that was rather toxic, and (Y/n) was aware of it as well but kept it to herself.

Being the calmer of the siblings, (Y/n) was always observing and never spoke much.

That was because the trauma she had endured at the hands of her father had altered her true self, causing her to become more mature, silent, and perceptive. She suffered a great deal from her father's abuse and the lack of a mother to shield

her.

Next came Annie, another woman whom (Y/n) also loves a lot; at this point, Annie was seeing Smoke. Annie was now her mother figure; as a child, she relied on Annie more than on her own father. She even referred to Annie as "Mama" on occasion. In other words, Annie was there for her first period and pretty much her first life.

Before leaving for Chicago, (Y/n) fell in love with a man named Clive, whom she worried didn't wait for her and either got married or even left Mississippi. However, he was her true love. She questioned whether his feelings for her had changed. She wished she could see him and embrace him. Seven years have passed since she last saw him.She could recall when she had last seen him.

They arrived at Uncle Jack's Crunch a short while later to pick up their cousin Sammy and begin working on the juke joint. Sammie was only a young child when they left Mississippi, so (Y/n) was glad to see him. She gave him a strong hug and a quick peck on the cheek once he got into the car. He was no longer a child, and he looked fine, gorgeous even, and larger than when she had last seen him years before. (Y/n) had heard Sammy's father say.

“Sone you keep dancing with the devil. One day he’s gonna follow you home’

But Sammie didn’t listen; he just hopped in the car, and they drove away down a long road, just talking and having a good laugh together. They had a good convection going on, Stack, Smoke, and Sammie were just chatting. (Y/n) sat in the back, just enjoying the ride and the wind in her hair. Home never felt better; it was almost like they never left. She wanted to leave the three behind and go look for Clive, but she knew that would be selfish of her, so she just waited until she got into town to look for him.

~A few minutes later~

Driving along the road, they pull onto the grass that is tucked away from the street.

They all exit the vehicle. A rattlesnake stops Sammie's attempt to assist Smoke and Stack as they remove a sheet cover from their second car (Y/N) and stand aside. The snake scared Sammie,so he leaped back.Stack had seen it, as had Smoke. They both positioned their backs against the truck, anticipating the snake's attack. However, Smoke threw his knife at Stack before it could strike, stabbing it and then tossing it aside after it had died. Smoke had checked his watch.

Smoke:

“shit.Crackers showing up.They already got us behind schedule.I'm thinking we just set up tonight.Open up next weekend.”

Stack:

“Nah, fuck that.It's gotta be tonight.Grand opening. Start this shit with a bang.Well, we start with a misfire. Look at that sky.That's a mighty fine day to be free, ain't it? Our own juke joint.Follow us and buy us,just like we always wanted.”

Smoke:

“Only chance we got if we split up.Well, who gonna watch the truck when I'm in there talking to the child?nigga, just let him see us you.”

Stack:

“We have been going a long time, Stack.Seven years ain't long enough to forget about us.”

Smoke:

All right.Watch this fool make sure he doesn't get in any trouble. You're big enough to take me now, huh?

Sammie:

Nah, I'll do what I can.”

“Nah, you'll do what you told. You keep your eyes open for anybody staring too long.

Smoke:

“This nigga don't know how to watch his own back.”

Smoke:

“Love you.”

Stack:

“Love you too.”

Smoke:

“Be careful.”

Stack:

“I will.”

When Stack and Smoke had concluded their conversation, she turned to face Smoke and gave him a final embrace before leaving. The siblings embrace each other. (Y/n) gave Stack a huge hug, not wanting to be separated from her big brother, but she was with her other big brother, who had her back.

“I love you, Elijah. Be safe and get back to me. Do not make any dumb decisions.

Please stay safe. I do not want to lose you; if you see Annie, tell her I said hello."

had hugged his younger sister. He was concerned about her even though he could

see she was strong. Since she was his baby sister

and best friend, he wanted to shield

her from anything or anyone that could hurt her, even though he knew she was strong since she was a young child.

"I'll see you all at the Juke Joint, so don't worry. While I'm away, just keep focused, avoid trouble, and if you do find him, bring him along.”

She nods her head getting in the care with Stack and Sammie while Smoke got in the car by himself they part ways Sammie and Stack sat in the front and (Y/n) sat in the back by herself thinking of Clive she prays he’s here at the train station she wanted to see the man of her life maybe he was still here and he was waiting for her like he was waiting for him.

“We're stacked.All right, listen.Every coo's got a button on it towards the top.

And you want to keep it, woman.You find it, lick that.Not too hard, not too soft either.You ever had a scoop of that ice cream from downtown?”

“Uh-huh.”

“About the same pressure you put on there.Like it tastes good, but you don't want it gone too quick, you know what I'm saying?”

While Stack was providing Sammie advice on how to get a guy to make a girl feel

good, (Y/n) simply cut off the talk and laughed in the back. Did she really care that she didn't want to hear this? She started thinking about Clive again, but she filtered out the conversation because it was boy chat that was better left for

another time.

When they get to the station, they approach Old Man Slim, who is strumming his harmonica. Slim was a good elderly man who was also inebriated; he was clever and wise. They performed briefly after speaking with Slim and Sammie to draw attention to the Juke Joint and encourage people to attend the grand launch. With a smile on her face, (Y/n) stood aside and observed them. She was aware that Sammie's performance would draw crowds. Looking among the crowd, she recognized a face. Although she didn't want to make any snap judgments, he reminded her of Clive.

Hoping it was her long-awaited lover of seven years, Clive, she approached Stack to make sure she wasn't seeing things and that it was indeed who she believed it to be.

Does that look like Clive, or is it just me, Stack? since I'm hoping I'm not seeing anything.

Stack had turned to look at his sister's area of interest. The twins were aware of Clive and had a fondness for him. They could tell he cared about their sister and would look after her, so they felt he was the one for her. After searching for a long time to determine whether it was indeed Clive, Stack finally caught sight of him. Clive's gaze was on (Y/n), who was scanning the area to make sure she didn't miss him if he was truly at the station.

“Nah, (Y/n), that’s him, and it looks like he’s coming this way. Oh shit, yeah, he's coming this way.”

TO BE CONTINUED….

This is my first time writing please like and let me know how I did!!!

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monowritestoomuch · 2 months ago

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Hi there :3 I was wondering if you could write some head-cannons abt the bittersweet bois w/ a reader Who’s a pretty popular twitch/youtube streamer (yuurivoice-verse)

Bittersweet Boys With A Popular Twitch/Youtube Streamer S/O:

Notes: Hello I’m back! Sorry that this took so long!

Where have I been these past few months not writing? I’m glad you asked. I’ve gotten into art and winter was literally my busiest time, but I’m done with everything now and will be mostly free during May and June. Rest assured the other requests have been read by me and are being worked on. Love y’all <3

Alphonse:

When you two met he just thought you were a really big fan of social media and had a small following.

But when he learned that you were a content creator, and a massive one at that?

He’d be shocked that you had that many people who wanted to watch you play games or talk or whatever you did.

He was always told that you could never make money in the way you did, and he knew you had a side job besides streaming and making content on the platforms you worked on.

And while he knew you streamed, he didn’t exactly know your schedule inside and out.

He ended up walking into your room while you were streaming like, “Hey, Boo, you want mac and cheese or pizza for dinner?” pushing back his hair with his hand and leaning on the doorframe.

You told him pizza sounded good and he said that he’d order some, leaving the room.

And to say that your chat was obsessed was an understatement, asking who the guy was and practically fawning over him.

You told your chat that he was your boyfriend, laughing at their boldness and saying that you two had been dating well over a year now.

And they loved him! Constantly asking for the rest of the stream if he would come back, wanting to learn more about him.

And after the stream you go up to him, practically beaming as you began to explain what happened during the stream and how chat absolutely adored him.

And to say that you didn’t enjoy the fact that chat adored him would be a lie. You were practically over the moon.

You originally thought that once you told him you streamed that he’d be weirded out, but he was beaming with joy the moment you told him more about your profession.

From then on he INSISTED on talking to your chat at least once a stream, or at least popping in to ask a question or say hello to your chat.

And to say that your chat loved him was an understatement, they adored him, especially the way he doted on you, lovingly. They reveled in the attention he gave you, and them, always eager for his funny little jokes or interesting chats, and especially the interactions between him and you.

And if he ever joined you for a full stream, oh he’d be all over you. Chat would make jokes about you two being “lovebirds,” and Alphonse would laugh at the remark and slide an arm gently around you as you continued to play whatever game was on the agenda for the day.

And having your own merch? Oh he’d be all over it, wearing whatever T-shirt or corny hat you had in your merch shop.

He’d proudly show off any type of prints or art that you had, posting them on the walls of his room, framed and all.

And if you had a mug? Oh you’d see him early in the morning sipping coffee out of it.

Regardless, he’d be supportive, and even join in and revel in it all.

Seth:

When the two of you met, he just thought you did a lot of online meetings off of zoom or something.

But when he walked in on you streaming one day, playing Stardew Valley, asking if you wanted to go out with him to the store to go pick up some groceries, he realized that that wasn’t all that you did.

And when your Chat saw him, he lost whatever safety and comfort that he’d had prior. If you thought they all simped hard for the Stardew Valley characters, then seeing Seth was like seeing Jesus Christ risen.

You knew that all peace in your life would be lost in that moment, but it’s not like you had much to begin with.

When you told him what your job was, he was astonished. He had heard that there were folks who made money off of streaming or other stuff, but he didn’t expect that you could actually make a living off of it.

So when you also told him what your Chat thought of him, oh he got smug.

He’d be a bit sheepish at first, but then he’d embrace it.

And he’d totally interrupt more of your streams in the future, whether to drop you a snack or some water or just to ‘check in.’

And your Chat was soaking it all up. Any chance they got to see the side shaved-hair southern sweetheart, they would practically turn feral. Some of them were chill, but that was few and far between.

And then you invited him to join you on stream formally, to play Minecraft or Stardew Valley or something. He agreed and you didn’t tell your Chat until they tuned into the stream and saw him for themselves.

Throughout the whole stream, Seth was reading chat. And you’d read your Chat before, and normally it was decently chill when it was just you.

But it wasn’t just you.

And Seth laughed at every comment that your Chat made, inadvertently answering the questions with his ‘southern charm.’

And when you were farming or doing something in the game, he’d place a hand around you, making you jump and scold him for doing it so suddenly. But he would laugh it off and state that he was just ‘being friendly.’

Oh and your Chat would go into a frenzy at that. If you had fanart, they’d be making it of the two of you.

And if Seth saw it, he’d practically go ballistic. He’d love it, taking careful time to examine each fanart with admiration for the artists. And he’d definitely urge you to do a stream with a fanart contest or something. (>:>)

As for merch, he’d think it was a weird concept at first but would love the designs and would ask you about a dozen questions about it.

And he’d also help you with making new merch or designs for new merch, stating that he was giving it “some of his southern charm” and how “the fans would love it.”

And he’d usually be right so you couldn’t complain.

Needless to say, he’d love it almost as much as he loved–

End Notes:

I left you on that note because I’m evil.

Taglist (Let me know if you’d like to be added!): @ryder-writes

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yooglefics · 1 year ago

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Reveal — Part three: celebrating

Pairing: Yoongi x fem!reader ( camboy!yoongi x camgirl!reader ) Wordcount: 4,513 words Genre: 18+ / smut. mdni! remember to not use fics as your only source of sex ed. Summary: Your birthday celebration takes a turn when Jungkook forgets to uninvite a particular guest. Part 3 of Recording & Editing. Read it in that order for context. More warnings under read more.

Includes: 3k words of just smut. Mentions of posting / selling sex content. Dirty talk. Use of pet names ( baby, doll, good girl? ). Fingering ( f ), Oral sex ( f and m ). Frottage. Cum play? A bit of overstimulation? Possessive Yoongi because Reveal!Yoongi is just like that and I can't do anything about it. It's true, I tried. Author's note: Okay, I think this is actually the last one for this. A trilogy is fine, right? But also don't quote me on that because clearly I can't seem to know how to stop writing this pair and I'm watching Jungkook from a distance like 👀 but shhh Which speaking of, I was thinking and if you want to know more about the characters in this verse specifically, you can send an ask with “( reveal!verse )” at the beginning, maybe specify if you want it to be answered ic with “( @ reveal!theirname )” , and a question or whatever you want to say. Idk, thought it could be fun~ Also, I made a post with different options for tag lists in case anyone is interested. You know, for future projects and stuff. But don't feel preassure to request it, and thank you for following this mini series. Anyway. I hope you like this and if you do please remember to comment, reblog, ask, follow, and whatnot. And again, thank you for reading <3

“You know, you could reply instead of just staring at it,” Jungkook says, over your shoulder.

You're sitting in your living room, phone in your hand with the audio post on screen. There was no way of denying you were caught, you had already embarrassed yourself by acting like a schoolgirl when telling him about SugaD leaving a comment.

“But what if I say something dumb and he deletes it?”

“Why would he do that? He thinks you're cute,” he teases.

“The cutest,” you correct, silly smile on your face once again.

“See. You should shoot your shot and talk to him, he clearly is interested in you too,” he winks, finally walking around the couch to sit at your side, fresh bowl of popcorn on his lap.

“But it's all so crazy. I don't even know how he found my page, he only follows big creators.”

“Well, he asked me.”

“What?”

“He asked who you were,” his Bambi eyes blink at you, fear creeping on his soft expression, “I… don't kill me, please.” He moves away from you and that makes you turn to him, leg over the couch and phone forgotten.

“Jungkook? What did you do?” All the scenarios go through your mind, imagining the worst. He told him you kind of have a big old crush on him even if you have never seen his face? Did he tell him about the joke of suing him because he is so—

“And I was busy so I thought, you know, he works with music and edits his own content and it seemed like a good idea,” he is talking so fast and you realize you missed the beginning of it, but before you can ask him to start over he just burst it, “so he edited it.”

“He what?”

“The audio. Your audio. He edited it.”

“My… audio.” The audio you're sure included the start of his video.

Fuck.

Shit.

That's so much worse.

You should delete your account. Delete yourself. You want to move to another country and change your name.

“Fuck.”

“I'm sorry. I should have asked you, but I figured…” he trails off, coming closer again. “I just… I didn't think it was a big deal because… well, I didn't know he was gonna subscribe to you. He only subscribes to people he is friends with and I know he doesn't even watch their stuff.”

You can tell he is trying to make you feel better, and although you appreciate the effort, everything is confusing. Does that mean he wants to be friends? But he doesn't watch his friends's content so… no friends?

“Fuck.” You murmur again.

“Are you mad at me?” Jungkook asks softly, worrying the ring on his bottom lip.

“I… don't know.”

“Do you want me to go?”

“No. Let's finish the movie.”

But you can concentrate for the rest of it, and know that you'd have to watch it again another time in case your friend brings up something important about the plot. But now, the only thing in your head is theories about what you're going to do about that one particular comment and, again, you consider just deleting the whole thing.

Jungkook invites you the next weekend to the restaurant, it's his free day but he tells you he can get you the birthday special even if it’s one day early and he can even sing for you. You tell him you are only going if he doesn't make a whole thing out of it. You'd wear the birthday hat and blow out the candles, but if he dares to bring more attention to you, you actually will kill him.

He believes you.

And so, here you are. Sitting in a booth in front of Jungkook and Hanna, your best friend. Big chocolate cake in front of you that they insisted on getting because “you can have it for dessert for the next week and think about how much we love you”, and also because you love chocolate.

“Sorry. Am I late?” A voice behind you interrupts the end of the birthday song, your smile falling because you could recognize it anywhere, and the fact that he is here makes you panic.

“Oh, shit… ah…” Jungkook stumbles over his words, even comes close to knocking his drink. “Sorry. Hi.” He greets the guy and throws an apologetic look your way. “This is my friend Yoongi.”

“Oh, hi. I'm Hanna and didn't know we were waiting for someone, but good thing we got a big cake, uh?” she jokes and looks at you. She does that whenever you're around people and you don't talk, her way of making you feel included.

But right now you want to disappear. Birthday crown and all. Maybe take the cake too.

“Hi,” you say timidly, eyes on Jungkook instead.

“I…” he starts, remorseful look on his face as he explains, “invited Yoongi last week, didn't want to third wheel with you two.”

“Oh, that's fun! Well, you want to sit there or should I move?” Hanna proposes and you're about to say she should come to your side even if that means Jungkook has to stand up too, but Sug— Yoongi speaks faster.

“I’ll sit here. Is that okay?”

You only nod, scooting to your right to make space for him. To not be so close he notices how nervous he makes you just with his presence.

He smells nice. Fresh and woody at the same time, and is only overwhelming because is him. Because a lot of things about him are a mystery still and you are about to unlock them all right now.

“Those are cute,” Hanna says.

“Ah, yes. I… these are for you,” a bouquet is presented on your line of vision. Is not big nor too much, the perfect size to be a nice present and it lets you admire the flowers’ beauty. “Happy birthday.”

“You didn't have to.”

“You don't like it?” If you weren't so focused on your own nerves you'd have noticed the ones on his voice.

“I do.” You quickly say. It's cute. The lavender mixed with two types of white flowers you don't recognize but you love the look of, mostly the one that looks like little stars. “Is really pretty. Thank you.”

“I'll bring you a drink,” Jungkook says, and looking at him you know he needs one himself. You could actually kill him after this.

“Wait, where is the restroom?” Asks Hanna and your eyes lift from your present so fast your neck almost hurts, but she is quickly disappearing in the direction Jungkook points her to.

And that's what you get for keeping everything a secret from your best friend. Karma as its finest.

“Pff,” you breathe, sinking into your seat.

“I can go if you want me to,” Yoongi says softly at your side.

“What? No, no is—” you try to explain is not him. Nothing is wrong actually. Everything is perfect and you're totally not freaking out.

“You haven't looked my way,” does he sounds hurt? “Is alright. I don't want to make you uncomfortable or anything, I just thought… I don't know. JK invited me weeks ago and then I found out who you were,” you cringe at that, knowing he most likely means when he listened to your audio. “I figured I'd take the chance and meet you.”

“Why? I mean. Don't you feel uncomfortable because of the…” finishing your sentence feels unnecessary and saying it at loud is embarrassing.

“The fact that you watch my videos?”

“I swear I only watched like three and I don't do that with all of them is just— Are you laughing?” Finally you turn to him, a smirk playing on his lips.

“Sorry, sorry. But is that supposed to make me feel better?”

You don't answer.

“Of course I don't mind.” He leans in, "If you sound that cute, I'll let you watch all of them for free.”

Breath caughts on your throat, looking at him with big round eyes. His face is right there and you try to take it all in. Clean shaved, jawline not too harsh and with soft features, crested moon shaped brown eyes, pink lips, and the way they curve up when he catches you staring at them.

“I don't want to go, but if you want me to, I'll do it.” he backs out, and somehow you can tell he is genuine.

“Stay.”

After dinner and some chatting, Jungkook offers to drive Hanna home and Yoongi takes you to his place. It’s fancy, looks like taken out of a magazine and you tell him exactly that. He asks you if you want to judge his room too and with a laugh you tell him yes, because honestly, you're curious now.

You tell him it doesn't look too cozy and suggest investing in a nice blanket, he raises an eyebrow at you and finally you confess you're an interior designer by day. He tells you he is a music producer. And then you talk about how and why each of you decided to join OF and what kind of things you have discovered you like during that journey.

“Interesting,” he says when you confess you started following him because of a hand picture you saw somewhere else. He has been playing with your fingers while you lay on his bed, is relaxing and you don’t mind at all. “You said you were going to sue me, should I even be this close?”

“Oh my—” you pull away, covering your face. And he laughs. “Go away.”

“No, c'mon. It's cute.” He tries to turn your body to its side, but you don't give in. “Look at me, please.”

“No. I can't.”

“Why?”

“Because no.”

He laughs again, hand on your hip, “Baby, please?” Head shake is your answer, “I'm sorry. Should I confess something too?”

“Yes.”

“Let's see,” he props himself on his elbow, looking at you even if you are still covered. “I knew about you before the audio.”

“You did?”

“Well, Jungkook talks about you all the time and I was curious. I think it was the third time you guys collabed that I saw a picture and he mentioned your name on his page.”

“Which picture?” You ask, uncovering half your face to look at him, he smiles.

“The one with the books. You were holding one in front of you.”

You remember that. Like all your pictures with Jungkook, it was suggestive more than anything and in that one the pose made it look like you were touching yourself.

“And now I know what you sound like doing that,” he teases, “wonder if I'd be lucky enough to see it someday.”

“You've to stay subscribed and see,” is your turn to have fun.

“Should I make another instruction video for you?” or maybe not. And before you cover yourself again, he holds your wrist, bracelet digging a little on your skin but not enough to actually hurt. “Don't. Let me see you.”

“Yoongi…”

“Fuck. Don't say my name like that,” is only half joking, but he knows you can tell he wants you just as much. “Can I kiss you?”

You nod and his lips touch yours in a millisecond. They are soft, but his movements are quick, and soon his tongue is asking for permission to enter your mouth. With a moan, you granted happily and hungry to taste him.

His hand goes back to your waist, only resting before squishing it gently. Your own hand traveling to his nape and bringing him closer, your chests touching.

In need of air you break the kiss, and instead of stopping, his mouth keeps working down your jaw and neck, “ohh…” you try to breathe, throwing your head back just enough to give him space. It feels so good you don't want to stop.

And he doesn't. He continues until he reaches the fabric of your dress, covering your chest. He imagines your little gold collar he saw in some pictures. He thinks about buying you one on silver to match his own jewelry or buying a chain for himself the color of yours. Anything would do, he just wants you to be his and for people to know.

“W-wait,” your voice brings him back, and he stops immediately, “don't leave marks. At least not visible.”

“Okay, I can get creative.” A wink seals his promise and his hand moves to the buttons in the front of your dress, his lips following soon behind to attach themselves to the exposed skin. To your breast. He licks and kisses and when he reaches your nipple he flicks his tongue a few times.

That gets a good reaction from you, but he still asks “You like that?” because it does good to his ego and the mid-erection on his pants.

You nod between whimpers and can feel his laugh through his chest resting on your stomach, “is that enough?” You look at him, the lust on his eyes and his stupid smirk on his lips when he frees your abused skin from his mouth, leaving a bruise on your breast. “Is my tongue enough to make you cum, doll?”

And your pussy answers for herself. Legs impossibly close in search of some friction and, of course, Yoongi noticed.

“You need something?”

“P-please…”

“Tell me. I'll give you anything, baby.” His voice is raspy like on the videos you watch alone at night. Except is not through a screen and is actually directed to you. Is everything you wanted while touching yourself and for a second you wonder if it's really happening.

Running your hand through his hair you look at him, now lower on the bed and playing with the bottom of your dress while he waits for a sign between your folded legs, cheek against your thigh, letting you catch your breath.

“Yoongi?”

“Hmm?” his hand stops on your leg, heavy and warm.

“Touch me, please.”

And you don't have to tell him twice. His hands roam your body, while he leaves kisses here and there. Too desperate to finish unbuttoning it, the bottom of your dress gets pooled at your waist, revealing the lilac lingerie he saw a picture of the other day.

“So pretty,” he whispers, fingertips traising the embroidered details. It makes you shiver. “Fuck, I can see how wet you are.” His movements travel south to the patch over your entrance, and you respond just as he expects, moaning.

And before you can get used to that, his tongue is on you, flat over the wet and thin fabric. “Can't wait to taste you properly,” sounds a lot like a promise.

Biting your lip, you contemplate asking him to hurry, to give you anything. To get rid of all of your clothes yourself.

But he knows exactly how to drive you crazy.

Moving your panties to the side with the help of his left hand, the fingers on his right one make an appearance again. Collecting your wetness and using it to rub over your pussy, only applying little pressure at first. Moans echo throughout his room once again, louder and this time in the company of a couple groans from him when he finally pushes in.

“O-oh… oh my,”

“That's it. Let me hear your pretty sounds,” he encourages, letting you get used to the sensation before adding another one, his eyes on you the whole time. In the way you lick your lips before moaning, the way your hips move towards his hand asking to be fucked, the way your pussy wraps around his fingers.

“...more.” Is barely a whisper but he hears it, smiling at you.

“Want more? Is not enough?”

“Need you, please”

And how can he say no to you when you look at him that way. Like he is the only one that can give you what you need, how you want.

His head disappears between your legs, mouth watering at the thought. He can't even deny he was waiting for you to ask him to eat you out, he would do it in a second, whenever you want, because “oh, god, you taste so sweet.”

Feeling your legs closing he holds them back, pushing them against your torso with his free hand and squishing your soft skin just as tight as you are doing to his fingers. Thinking about how much force he would need to apply to leave a mark.

“F-fu… fuck. It, it feels so good, please.”

He is proud, lips curving lightly but without wanting to pull away to smile properly. His tongue laps at your entrance alongside his fingers, moving faster and faster, against that spot that makes your body tremble and makes the knot at the bottom of your abdomen want to scream.

“Please, please, please…”

And he knows what that means. Knows you're close and just need a little push, and he gives it to you in the form of a “Cum for me, baby.”

And you do. Head back and pussy tight around him, legs closing and hand pushing him away when his tongue keeps working, overstimulating and catching all that you give him.

“Oh… my…” you breath. Legs still shaking but feet finally on the mattress again.

He is standing at the end of his bed, one hand pushing his long hair back and the other unbuckling his belt, eyes on you while he takes you in. “Was that good?” He asks, you nod and he smiles matching yours. “Great. You deserve it.”

“You want some help with that?”

“What do you want?” Yoongi throws back, “You’re the birthday girl, after all.”

Worrying your bottom lip between your teeth, thoughts filled with ideas of the things you had wished to be able to do before, you watch him get rid of his jeans and boxers, his dick on full view for you. Only you. “Can I suck you off?”

Obviously, he can't say no, so he nods and you are quick to stand up, legs still feeling a bit weak after your orgasm, but it isn't a problem because as quick as your dress falls completely to the floor, you're kneeling in front of him, between his legs and hands on his tights.

You watch him stroke himself a couple times through gritted teeth, his other hand coming to cup your cheek as you get closer to his length. Saying you had been waiting for this wouldn't be an exaggeration, and without breaking eye contact you stick your tongue out, touching the blush tip slowly.

He sighed, as if he was, too, relieved at the contact. “So pretty.”

You push his hand away, taking his hardened length into your hand, only realizing then how big he actually is.

Tapping his dick on your tongue gets you a groan from him and you hum as you wrap your lips around the head, circling your tongue around it inside your mouth before letting go. He smiles at you, his chest moving fast as his breathing increases and his eyes are filled with lust. Your hand moves up and down when your mouth is not working, still wanting him to feel good.

Preparing yourself, you get closer again, taking more in and closing your eyes, adjusting to the girth.

“Fuck,” he moans, thumb softly stroking your face as his hand moves to the back of your neck when you imitate the previous movements of your hand, going up and down, taking more and more into your mouth. “Y-yeah, just like that.”

The encouragement helps the feeling on your lower abdomen to build in again, pussy squeezing around nothing and moaning around his dick, making Yoongi clench his jaw, bucking his hip up, and letting his grip go only at the last second. He wants to fuck your mouth so bad. Only watching your lips around him is driving him crazy and you feel oh, so warm.

“So pretty, doll,” he compliments as you try to keep your eyes on him as much as possible, only closing them when he hits the back of your throat.

You come up, catching your breath as you let your hand do some more work. Collecting your spit and rubbing your thumb on his sensitive tip. He reacts just as you expect, groans and head tilted back slightly, with his hands on either side gripping the black sheets. And that gives you an idea.

“Can you…” eyes are on you immediately, but you wish they weren't because that makes you shy and is even more difficult to ask.

“Tell me, baby.” He pleads, “I'll give you anything, just ask.”

But is easier to show than tell, and your fingers grab around one of his wrists, positioning his hand on the back of your head. “Just… hold it.”

“Fuck.” He has to inhale quickly before nodding, are you reading his mind? “tap my thigh if it gets too much, okay?”

A nod of your own, licking your lips before taking his dick in your mouth once again, the simple weight of his hand being enough to encourage you to take more in and staying there a bit longer before bobbing your head.

Yoongi alternates between letting you follow your own peace and holding you down for a few more seconds every once in a while, finally letting himself slam his hips more harshly against your mouth and the back of your throat. His moans fill the air as he pushes into you. “feels amazing… you take my cock so well.” You hum, making his hips fuck into you at the vibration, increasing the tension on his lower abdomen. “Such a good girl.”

“I could fuck your pretty mouth all night,” he goes on, looking down at you and all the mess you've created between his legs. “Oh f-fuck. What a beautiful sight.” opening your eyes makes the view even better, and he holds your head down, making you gag around his dick, “ah… ah…” he lets go, not wanting to come just yet.

And it might be the first time you see him and his beautiful dick in person, but SugaD’s last video is fresh on your mind, —how could it not after the anxiety of him finding out— so you remember he likes to hold back. And is hot. But he is right, is your birthday celebration and you don't want to play by his rules.

“Are you close?” the hoarseness in your voice is surprising for a second, but you don't have time to think about how it's most likely going to hurt tomorrow because he is fixing your hair behind your ears with a devious smile on his beautiful face.

“Want me to come in your pretty mouth?”

“No.” He raises an eyebrow at the quickness of your answer. “I have an idea.”

Standing up, your knees thank you, only realizing then you'll also have to deal with that later, being so in your head while giving head, the weight of having him in your mouth a priority, that you didn't even care until then.

You're back laying on his bed, pulling Yoongi to be in front of you, between your legs. “Is going to be embarrassingly fast if you ask me to fuck you right now.”

And for a second you consider it. Because he is not saying no and because he looks so good like this, hands reaching down to hold your waist and bring you closer to him down the bed. But you shake your head no. “You ruined my plans today,” feeling the need to justify your pervy desires you explain, “I was supposed to take pics today for my birthday post, so now you have to help.”

“You want me to take pictures of you?” also not saying no, just clarifying, and you can see in the lust of his gaze he likes the idea.

“I want you to do something first,” shyness invades again but looking down at his hardened length is enough to deliver the message, “and then take a picture. If you want.”

Yoongi is close to you again, bending down to kiss you with a “fuck yes, I want to.” His dick is resting over your pelvis, and you can't help the involuntary thrust your own body does. It feels heavy, and warm, and just so perfect. And when he thrust his hips, frotting against yours, you can't take it.

“Y-yoongi,” and he does it again and again, and soon you're cumming by just the feeling and the thought of how would it be to be actually fucked by him, how much would he reach inside you, making you feel so full and “Ohhh… oh”

He holds you and kisses down your neck as you come down your high a second time, before kneeling once more at the end of the bed. “You look so fucking precious, baby,” he notes, hand wrapping around his dick once more.

“You look great too,” you offer, biting your lip before letting honesty take over shyness, “I finally get to see you.”

“You been thinking about it?” He knows exactly what you mean. The reason he cuts it off his videos isn't just for privacy, is to give people something to wish for, to yearn.

You nod.

“Baby wants to see me cum?” Another nod, lost for words, but he is not having it. “Tell me.”

“Yoongi…”

“C'mon, baby. Tell me,” he taps his dick over your clothed pussy. Once, twice. Making your body jump at each touch. He teases the tip over your over-sensitive area and then taps again. Honestly, is hard to tell if he is teasing you or himself, but either works.

“I-I want to see you, please.”

His wrist moves in a faster rhythm, his other hand resting on your leg because he just needs to touch you. “Yeah? I'm going to cum,” he pants, “and you're going to show people how gorgeous you look covered on it.”

You really don't know how much he loves the idea of that, how much he wants to show the world you let him ruin you, how you whisper “please, please,” as he finishes, head thrown back and your name escaping his lips on a moan, shooting white over your naked stomach.

But you can imagine, his victory smile gives him away. And the way he keeps complimenting you all the while grabbing his phone and snapping picture after picture just confirms it.

But you can judge Yoongi too harshly, it does something to you as well. It helps your confidence and a proud smile matches his as he tells you people are going to hate him if you really post this on your page. And that newfound confidence tells you is going to be the first time you click upload without second-guessing yourself.

[ afterhours(y/n): Thank you for the birthday wishes! I indeed got a nice present, don't you think? [ picture ] ]

[ SugaD: Unbelievable 😻 Can we do something for my birthday too? ]

♡ Tag list: @m00njinnie , @sexytholland , @seoullove96 , @thelilbutifulthings , @disneyprincessshuri , @yoongibaybee ,

Thank you so much guys for your interest and support on this little series, I appreciate you 🥺💙

➪ Part one. | ➪ Part two | ➪ Updates for this verse | ➪ Ko-fi

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quinton-reviews · 1 year ago

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Hi Quinton!! I have been a HUGE fan of your stuff since a friend sent me the Tobuscus Fallen Titans (I used to watch him back in high school and was like "huh, wonder what happened to him after those allegations") and I gotta say, it is REALLY FUNNY every time my fiancé and I watch the iCarly videos again, because when you cover Gibby's stunt double breaking his ribs, you cut to a clip of The Official Podcast. I used to play D&D with one of the main dudes from the podcast, so when he talks during that clip I do a goddamn double take literally every time.

Anyways, I remember an original Patreon stretch goal being a Fallen Titans on Homestuck! I was really big into Homestuck in my early 20s, and was wondering if that's still on the table at some point? If not that's fine, I understand plans change! I just love Fallen Titans lol, the Fred episode and the Neil Cicierega unFallen Titans are some of my favorite videos of yours!

That's a real funny story!

So here's the rundown on the Homestuck video. When I first started making long videos, they were actually inspired by the relationship I had with other YouTubers at the time. I used to watch, like, H3H3 and Filthy Frank, etc; and I'd always see people obsessed with the versions of creators from the past. Like, "Oh 2015 H3 was the best" and "Oh 2012 Frank was peak." So I had this idea that it would be crazy if H3 posted, like, a video he spent a decade on and you got a new video with 2015 H3 10 years on. (I don't watch H3 anymore ironically)

So the original idea for the "long video" format was that it would be cool if, throughout a long, analysis/review/recap video, you kept noticing someone get older. Maybe my months, maybe by years. That's why I always like to get a haircut when I start one of these videos. If you scrub through and you see my hair get longer and messier as it goes on I think that adds something magical you can't fake.

So... My pitch to the Homestuck video was that it would be funny to work on it just once per year. To record one segment, say "That's it for 12 months", and then come back around to it. And when I was making the iCarly and Victorious videos I actually recorded a few minutes of the video! I think it was two segments in total. But then I had a bunch of personal stuff happen and my work drive has been much lower, so any "back burner" video hasn't gotten much attention since then.

Now that the iCarly mini-series is done with, I want to focus on some short one-off videos I can make before April. But once that's done with, I would REALLY love to start work on a few more long-term projects which will take months or years to finish. I think returning to work on the Homestuck video, to at least get the first 20-30 minutes done, would be a great idea this summer.

Now, if you want to know my pitch for that video, here it is. The video is not a recap of the creative history of the franchise. I do not get into drama, community hell, lawsuits, or other YouTubers. My idea is this: you always hear about Homestuck as an outsider but you never hear about the actual content. Most franchises on Earth I know something about, even and especially if I've never been interested in them. I can tell you a bunch of facts about wrestling and MLP and the Fast and the Furious simply through cultural osmosis and having friends who are into those things.

I can't tell you the plot of Homestuck, who the characters are, what the themes are, nothing. I've known a lot of people who were into Homestuck but nothing about the series!

So I thought it would thus be funny to make a video about a bunch of people who know nothing about the series starting from the beginning and giving their reactions, even if it's been years since it all started. I call this part of the video the "Homestuck Book Club." So the next step is me picking out the members (who all have to have no history with it) and making sort of a podcast setup. We'd then read and record every six months or so, IDK.

This is why the video has been stuck in production hell! Everyone who wants to work on it and messages me about it already knows the franchise. I don't want spoilers, I don't want people writing for the video who get it already. I want to capture the "what the fuck is this" energy of three dudes just getting in the middle of it.

Also, I think that I really like the theme of the video capturing our lives as they go by, capturing us aging and changing. If you came back from the future and told me this video comes out in five years, I'd say great. If you told me it comes out in ten years, I'd say awesome. Until then, the latest edit will always be on Patreon, even if you have to dig a little.

#homestuck #quinton reviews #long videos

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shubblelive · 2 years ago

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— HYPOTHETICAL CAT

summary : your first time staying with wilbur since the beginning of your long-distance relationship, and you're already dreading leaving him. luckily for you, you may not have to.

genre : fluff

warnings : slightly dialogue heavy?? not proofread unlike usual but i think we're good

pairing : cc!wilbur soot x cc!fem!reader

pronouns : none (you/yours) BUT wilbur referrs to reader as a girl

featuring : cc! wilbur soot

requested : Could you do a wilbur fic where him and the reader have a long distance relationship? And one day when she comes and visits him, he admits he cant go such long periods of time without seeing her, so he proposes that she moves in with him, the rest is up to you, thank you! xx

word count : 873

note : okay i wrote this all in one day which i never do but it was a struggle. but, i power through for you guys. i hope you enjoy this <33333

No one told you when you started out that your favourite thing about content creation would be the webcam quality. Of course, it was definitely something you could live without, but on nights when it was just you and Wilbur, a video call on your desktop as your sun rose and his set, the fact that you could see him in picture perfect vision was occasionally the only thing holding you together.

But then suddenly, he was right in front of you.

You and Wilbur had been together for nearly three years, meeting at a creator event ages ago. You’d seen him at a panel and he’d waited in line to meet you just to give you his phone number, asking you to call him, and two weeks later he was calling you darling.

You’d known at that first meeting that you lived awfully far from each other, but that hadn’t been thought of as a particularly big issue until the two of you started dating, and then it was comparable to torture. You’d have semi-regular meetings where he’d fly to your place and stay with you for a couple of days. This time, though, this was different.

“You have been holding out on me,” your voice was heavy with sleep, your head in Wilbur’s lap as the two of you watched something, some nature documentary that was playing so softly it was almost designed to put you to sleep. “Your couch is so much more comfortable than mine is.”

Wilbur looked down at you fondly. “My bad,” he laughed steadily, careful not to be too loud. “I guess I thought that if you got to experience the wonders of my sofa you’d only wanna come here, I wouldn’t get to come see you as much.”

“I knew you and Mr Gardener had some weird thing going on,” you said, accusatory with a smile draped across your face.

“He makes you bread!” Wilbur defended. “How are you not obsessed with him?”

You cracked one of your eyes open sleepily, hand coming up to reach for his. He took it eagerly, drinking in your figure as you lay on his couch. “I’m pretty sure he’s not the one doing it.”

Wilbur threw his head back to rest against the couch, letting out a puff of air. “Okay, maybe Emily is the one doing the actual baking, but you can’t tell me that Mr Gardener doesn’t add to the experience.”

“I’m sure he does.” You hummed.

“You can not seriously tell me that baking a loaf of bread is not made infinitely better by the presence of a cat.”

You paused. “Okay, okay. It would be.”

Wilbur let out a pleased noise, moving down to run his hands up and down the exposed skin by your collarbone. “We should get a cat,”

His voice was barely loud enough for you to hear it, your eyes closed and his voice heavy with exhaustion. The two of you had been out all day on the first day of your visit, finally taking a moment to rest.

“Should we?” You mused. “Who gets custody?”

Wilbur made a choking sound like the answer was obvious. “Well- I would, right?”

You forced yourself up, yawning as you brought your knees to your chest. “Why am I jealous of our hypothetical cat right now?”

Wilbur chuckled and reached for you, sitting forward on his knees, gently tugging at your calves until he was resting on your chest. “You don’t have to be,” he pointed out. “I’ve got a very big bed. And an entire section of wardrobe that I’m not using, and-”

“Wilbur,” you chided. “You know it’s not as easy as me simply never going home. Believe me, if I could spend the rest of my life curled into this couch, I would but-”

Wilbur sighed dramatically, pulling himself off you and standing up. “There you go, dream crusher,” he let out an exaggerated groan, taking you by the hand and pulling you up. His cheek was pressed against the side of your face, hands interlocked. “Crushing my dreams all crush-ier and dreamy.”

You let out a giggle as he poked your side. “You think I’m dreamy?”

“So dreamy,” he nodded. “Dream girl material right here, loves me, loves our future cat-”

“Loves your sofa,” you added dreamily.

“And before I let you two get a room, please just consider moving in with me?” He begged gently. “Come on, wouldn’t it be so nice? Just you and me, I’d even let you name the cat. Please?”

“I’m not doing it for you.” You conceded. “I’m doing it for Rhubarb and all of the future kisses I am going to get from him on my new couch.”

He kissed you on the forehead. “Okay, I’ll leave you guys alone, I see where I’m not wanted.” He pressed another one on the side of your mouth.

“No,” you groaned, trying to drag him back on the couch. “I don’t have our cat yet, I need someone to shower me with affection.”

He huffed as he sat back on the couch, letting you collapse on top of him, revelling in the comfortable weight of you pressed against him. “Fine, fine. If I must.”

#wilbur #wishing i could write my name on it #wilbuh #wilbur soot fluff #wilbur soot headcanons #wilbur soot x you #wilbur soot fic #wilbur soot fanfiction #wilbur soot x y/n #wilbur soot imagine #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot

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xxhanachanxx · 1 month ago

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🧚🏻‍♀️🦄🌟✨Act I: Making Magic ft. Tinker Bell, Twilight Sparkle, and Rosalina

Welcome to the art section of Project 08.10.25, where I draw my favorite characters/kins from my favorite pieces of media/fandoms, and talk about how they impacted me and why they mean so much to me - for some who are unfamiliar, Project 08.10.25 is a project that I want to make to commemorate a huge milestone in my internet life, which is the fact that this year will mark 15 years of fun, creativity, and growth, and I’m looking forward to celebrating and acknowledging the journey that I’ve made along the way! Regardless of how you discovered me and what you followed me for, whether you’ve followed me since the very beginning, the middle of it, or the present day, I can’t thank you enough for sticking with me from time to time and treating me like a human being; your love, support, and overall warm reception has always motivated me to grow as a creator and become a better person! I wouldn’t be here today creating content if it wasn’t for you guys - from the bottom of my heart, thank you thank you thank you! This one’s for you, and I hope you stick around looking forward to this project!

Now that all is said and done, it’s time that I get to express my art in different forms - enter the first act, if you will, of this art aspect for this project, “Making Magic”!

So let me go over the choice of characters and their respective media, and what they mean to me:

Tinker Bell (Disney) - While I can acknowledge her being one of Disney’s icons/mascots, it’s her films that made me love and appreciate her the most (oh am I about to hit you with some childhood feels 🥹)! Tink is adorable and sassy, and I love her for that! Although I never showed too much of my love for Tink when dabbling into the Disney stuff, then and now, I do think it’s important that I acknowledge that part of me considering the nostalgia that I had for her films and how they even develop my love for fairies more! Faith, trust, and pixie dust~

Twilight Sparkle (MLP:FiM) - I feel like she shaped my personality during my last 2 years of elementary school and onward in terms of being very focused in my studies and education, but I’ve always appreciated her character growth as the show progressed! And for better or worse, it’s crazy to think about how much of an internet phenomena the show and its fandom was - my Pegasister days may have come and gone (...and I stopped watching the show around 2016 while season 6 was going on as I was dabbling into other things-), but the love is still there and I still have that creativity spark as the show was one of those outlets that I can escape to during my early internet days! Oh yeah, I don’t think I can still draw a proper pony for the life of me, but at least the effort is there lol

Rosalina (Mario) - I’ll let you in on a fun fact: I was (and still kinda am-) a Daisy girl ever since I was kid, and I feel like as years went on, Rosalina would instantly become my favorite (I think it was due to her appearing in Smash for the 3DS/Wii U); so much so, she would be one of my mains whenever I’ll play Smash, Mario Kart, or Mario Party! But I also feel like going over the formation of my choice of favorite characters and the media they came from, especially regarding this act, with the female characters that I chose, I felt like they radiate that kind of magical aura - so I felt that Rosalina was a perfect fit thematically! Oh and in case you didn’t know, I have a big love for any of the Mario girls - therefore, if you’re going to think I’m favoring one so that I can tear down the other, please stop :D

Anyway, that was a lot to add - whether you're intrigued with this project or the art (maybe even both-), I do hope you enjoy nonetheless! :)

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hoonieyun · 8 months ago

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ritual chapter two: nightmare

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warnings: mentions of death, terror, murder, choking, nightmares, violence, overall 18+

word count: 5326

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lee heeseung, harbinger of fear, creator of nightmares, shapeshifter, and a black storm cloud.

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once the man had fully extinguished his fire, you cough a few times, your apartment now filled with smoke and the contents inside of a fire extinguisher, he turns to face you with a smile.

“i heard your fire alarm going off and i thought i’d help.” he says, a sheepish smile on his face. you couldn’t help but swoon at his smile, like it was pulling you in, but you quickly snapped out of it when he began to walk towards your front door to leave.

“wait! what’s your name?” you ask him.

“heeseung.” he says, flashing his smile once again.

“thank you for saving my life, is there any way i can repay you?” you ask him and he ponders for a moment before giving you an answer. “how about dinner?” he says, rocking back and forth on his toes and heels while presenting you with a question.

you smile at his forward attempt on basically asking you out. “sure, um my place is a little…” you begin to say, looking around at your apartment which was now a mess. “dirty right now. is there a place you like somewhere in town we could go to?” you ask and he shakes his head and lets you know not to worry.

“we can do it at my place, i don’t mind at all.” heeseung offers with a kind smile. “are you sure? i mean, i think i can probably get this place clean-” before you could finish your sentence he cuts you off, letting you know that it wasn’t a problem at all and he would love to have you over. you bid each other a quick goodbye after setting up your plans to visit heeseung’s apartment tomorrow for dinner. “bye y/n, see you tomorrow. don’t be late.” he says teasingly with a wink as he exits your apartment.

your terrifying situation of almost burning down your apartment had turned into a miraculous opportunity to go on a date with your hot neighbor. you didn’t even notice that he called you by your name and you had not at any moment, shared your name with him.

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you spent the rest of the day cleaning around your apartment and trying to decompress from all of the stressful things that had happened to you in the last 48 hours. recalling the creepy shadows in the hallways late at night, the creepy diary that you burned, and the overall feeling that someone had been watching you since you arrived at your new home.

dinner with heeseung came a lot faster than you expected. it was around 6PM when heeseung knocked on your door and asked if you were ready to go. you were caught a big off guard by heeseung showing up at your door to walk you to his apartment but you figured that it was just a kind gesture.

heeseung lived at apartment 9B, three floors above you. you took a short elevator ride to reach his floor and when the elevator doors opened you were once again greeted by a mirror on the wall, facing the entrance of the elevator.

you thought your eyes were playing tricks on you but when your gaze landed on heeseung’s reflection, his face was blurry. you rubbed your eyes to see if your vision was failing you but when you opened them once again, heeseung was now standing in front of the mirror, outside of the elevator. he smiles at you and gestures for you to follow him, shaking off the weird feeling you got when you looked into the mirror.

heeseung points his hand towards his apartment and lets you know that it’s open. you walk ahead and he follows close behind. unbeknownst to you, as you both walk away from the mirror, heeseung’s reflection remains in the mirror. face still blurred out but now a dark misty smoke surrounds his reflection.

he opens the door for you like a gentleman and you enter his apartment, it wasn’t what you expected from a young bachelor like heeseung but it definitely suited him. his apartment had minimal color, neutral shades scattered across the apartment, and had little figures standing on the shelves that adorned his walls. “i hope you like spicy tofu soup! it’s one of my favorites.” heeseung says, guiding you to the dining table where he has set up a whole dinner display.

your eyes widened in shock at the preparation and your stomach growled at the sight of the food. “oh my gosh, i love spicy tofu soup.” you say, reaching for the chair to pull it out and have a seat when heeseung beats you to it. he gently pulls out the chair and pushes it back in so you could sit comfortably. “heeseung you didn’t have to do all of this, i thought i was the one owing you dinner after you saved my life.” you say shyly, embarrassed that this stranger had given you so many kind gestures in the short amount of time you knew him and you’ve only returned it with a thank you.

“don’t worry about it, it’s the least i can do for my new neighbor.” heeseung said while flashing a smile at you as he took his seat across from you. the dinner with heeseung went smoothly and it was nice to have made a friend so early into moving to an unfamiliar place. before you knew it you would be finishing up dinner and heading back to your apartment.

“can i help you clean up? maybe the dishes?” you ask heeseung, feeling bad that he not only saved your life a few days ago but also made you a delicious dinner and has been so welcoming to you. “no, don’t worry about it. your presence was enough.” he says, and you couldn’t help but feel heat rush to your cheeks; hoping that heeseung didn’t notice. you stand to make your way back home when a wave of nausea washes over you, causing you to stumble but heeseung is quick to catch you before you fall. “woah, you alright y/n?” heeseung says, holding you steady, afraid that if he were to let go you would fall.

“sorry, i think i just got a bit dizzy. thank you.” you say, looking up into heeseung’s worried eyes and for a second it felt like time stopped. like something was pulling you in and you swore that in a moment the whites of his eyes began to glow. his eyes turning from their usually doe nature to a bright white light that seemed to have smoke flowing from them.

“y/n? what’s wrong?” heeseung asks and when you come back to your senses, his eyes are back to normal. you were going to respond when a lightning strike and thunder cracks through the sky, startling both of you. “where did the rain come from?” heeseung asks, as the sky begins an endless downpour of heavy rain.

“are you sure you’ll be okay to go home?” heeseung asks and although his endless kind gestures didn’t necessarily give you any reason to have any distrust in him, you felt that you would just ultimately be more comfortable in your own bed. heeseung walks you to the elevator and watches you enter. when you wave heeseung goodbye, he returns the gesture and walks away as the doors close, you barely catch a glance of the mirror behind him. his reflection still etched into the mirror after he walked away.

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once inside your apartment, you don’t bother to freshen up before bed; the nausea has returned once again so you plopped down onto your bed. blindly walking in your apartment, choosing not to turn on any lights as they would only make you feel more ill.

a dark looming shadow follows closely behind you as you find your way to your bedroom. the shadow traveling through the walls and ceiling disappears when you hear a whisper call out to you, whipping your head around to see if someone is there.

a flash of lightning creates a short moment of brightness in your apartment and you find a shadow of a man standing in the corner of your apartment. your heart starts to beat faster as you begin to remember the dark silhouette that had once seemed to be haunting you in the hallway outside of your apartment. when another flash appears from lightning, the shadow is no more. you rub your eyes, maybe the darkness was playing tricks on you but as you blink a few times the nausea gets the better of you, causing you to become dizzy and your migraine intensifies.

you finally make it to your bed after what seemed like an uphill battle and without another thought, you let sleep take over you; hoping that when you rise in the morning your headache would have disappeared.

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your eyes flutter open and you’re still surrounded by darkness. you were somewhat glad that it was still dark out since it meant you could sleep for a couple of more hours. the rain was still pouring, now even harder than it was when you fell asleep. an occasional clap of thunder would shake your apartment and a flash of lightning would shine a quick burst of light through your windows. nothing felt out of the ordinary and you felt a lot better than you did before you went to sleep.

you decide you want to get a glass of water and return back to bed so you throw your blanket off your body and drag yourself out of bed. feet dragging on the floor as you make your way to the kitchen. the cold glass of water feels refreshing as it goes down your throat, soothing your body; not realizing that you had barely any water the whole day. as you go for another gulp of water, you find your body stuck. unmoving.

your muscles have constricted and you were unable to move any parts of your body except your eyes. your eyes moved side to side, trying to think of what was going on before fear would settle into your body. you looked down at the glass in your hand, trying your best to move your hand but to no avail. you were starting to get scared, not aware of why your body suddenly is failing you.

you were standing in the kitchen, your fridge still open as the light shined in your face, causing your eyes to water a bit but your body wouldn’t even allow for you to blink. as you try to focus on fighting the stillness in your body you feel a presence behind you. a cold breeze sends a shiver down your spine but your body doesn’t even let you shake it off as the fear has started to settle in your chest. afraid of whatever was behind you and how you won’t be able to do anything like run or fight back if you needed to.

your body frozen and paralyzed became the target of the entity. a dark smoke cloud looms over and at some point brushes past your face. you thought to yourself that this shadow couldn’t do anything as it had no body or physical body but your theory was quickly shut down when the shadow quickly moved in front of you, slamming the fridge door at the same time. the sound of the door slamming shut and sudden movement frightened you and for a second you felt your body jolt, causing you to drop the glass in your hand.

the glass shatters once it makes contact with your kitchen floor. shards of glass scattered on the floor and you could feel the cold water splash onto your bare feet. a tear rolls down your face as you blink as your breath starts to quicken. your hand was still stuck in the position like it was still holding the glass. the shadow is still looming over you and every now and then you could feel it hovering just behind you. an indistinct whispering sound coming from deep inside of the shadow. it’s not until the shadow moves past you again do you realize the tears coming down your face everytime you blink. that’s when you realize you were able to now blink, a motor function that although small, was a step up from not being able to move at all.

you avert your gaze to your hand, zoning in on trying to move at least one finger before you try to move your whole hand. a bead of sweat trails down your face as you direct all of your attention into one place. just as you were starting to lose hope once again, you see your thumb twitch and you could swear you felt a bolt of electricity surge through your body as a flash of lightning and thunder scattered through the sky and into your windows behind you.

eventually, with the determination of moving your thumb you found yourself finally being able to unhinge your hand and fingers from their locked form of holding the glass that slipped from your hands. from only being able to blink to freeing your hands, you were now working on breaking the rest of your body out of this fear stricken paralysis that has had you standing in the middle of your kitchen like you were prey to an unknown predator that was hunting you.

you weren’t sure what was helping you break out of this paralysis but after what felt like eternity, you were down to just your left foot. your body collapsing to the floor when you regained control over your legs. you were sitting behind your kitchen counter trying your best to wiggle your toes on your left foot. ignoring all of the broken shards of glass on the floor as you fought the immobility in the last part of your body. four out of five of your toes were free and as you worked on wiggling your last toe, the dark shadow that was once looming around has settled right above you.

the shadow, thick and opaque, was hovering right above your head like it had finally caught you. you try to crawl away but quickly regain control of your legs and begin to run away from the shadow. the apparition seems to take on the form of a wolf as it chases you throughout your apartment. the wolf begins to run into things and trash your apartment. vases and picture frames crash to the floor as it runs past them. fear has well settled into your body and you find yourself now fighting for your life once again.

you run throughout your apartment dodging and ducking to avoid the shadowy monster chasing after you, bouncing off walls and tripping over your own feet. you couldn’t believe your eyes as the shadow suddenly materializes in front of you, blocking you from entering your bedroom door and shutting it behind you for safety.

the monster watches you, white glowy eyes staring intently at your shaking figure like it was trying to predict your next move. you slowly take a step back when a flash of lightning spreads throughout the night sky and for a second, when the light enters your home through the window, the shadow monster disappears and reappears as fast as the light comes and goes. giving you an idea, you pray that your memory serves you correctly and that you remember where the lightswitch is on the wall. just as the shadowy monster lunges at you, you also jump forward for where you assume the lightswitch is.

you shut your eyes as the shadow gets closer and when your fingers come in contact with the switch and flick it upwards, the lights in the hall shine brightly and the shadow is no longer there. your body is a bit hunched over, flinching at the idea of being pounced on and attacked by the monster. you’re surprisingly pleased when you open one eye and find the monster has disappeared, relieved that your theory worked. you look around your apartment to make sure there weren’t any traces of the shadowy figure looming around or any white glowing eyes stalking you from the dark corners.

as you make your way into your bedroom the light you previously had turned on flickers, causing you to stop in your tracks and slowly turn your head towards the light with wide eyes. as you watched the light flicker again you silently prayed that it would stay on but as the storm outside continued and another flash of lightning followed by a thunderous clap echoes throughout the dark sky, the light slowly dissipates and you’re now once again faced with the shadowy figure, eyes now a bright red.

with quick thinking and your body going into flight mode, the monster lunges at you and you duck, causing it to land inside of your bedroom. you quickly slam the door shut and make a run for the front door. you hear the monster pounding on the door, it definitely wasn’t going to hold but it gave you enough time to make it out of your apartment and head to the elevator.

you rapidly press the elevator call button, fearing that the shadowy monster would appear at any moment. you hear the small bell sound indicating that the elevator has arrived, but what you don’t expect is to run into heeseung as he stood inside the elevator. with a shocked expression on your face and a confused one on his, you quickly jump inside the elevator and frantically press the close button but not before the monster finally catches up to you both, prying it’s way into the elevator as the doors begin to close.

in an instant, heeseung shields you with his body, covering your quivering figure with his broad shoulders and toned arms as the monster pounces onto the two of you but nothing happens. the monster dissolves into a black fog and suddenly it’s gone. it was like it feared heeseung, once again saving you when you needed him. you look up at heeseung when you feel no impact and he’s looking at you with his bright eyes, making sure you’re okay.

“is it gone?” you ask and heeseung nods, rubbing your back softly to comfort you. “what the hell was that?” heeseung asks and you shrug, as if you had an answer or an explanation. “sorry, dumb question.” heeseung says and you reassure him that it’s okay. “i’m sorry, i don’t know what just happened.” you say, trying to catch your breath and heeseung just continues rubbing your back as you both make your way back to your apartment. you explain to him what happened, how you had to break out of some strange paralysis and was chased around by whatever that shadow was.

he checked around your apartment, making sure that the coast was clear before he let you come in; telling you that you should probably stay with him in his apartment for the time being because it wasn’t safe even if the entity was gone. sadness pools in your chest as you look at a frame that has fallen to the ground. it was a photo of your parents and a single tear fell from your eye. you take the photo out of the frame, careful not to hurt yourself on the broken glass.

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“are you sure this is okay? i really don’t mind the couch, it looks comfy.” you ask heeseung as he sets up his bed for you while he sleeps on the couch for the night. you didn’t realize it during dinner but his apartment had the exact same layout as yours, the only difference was the decorations and furniture. he lets you know that it is indeed alright and that he wants you to feel as comfortable as possible. his smile causes you to feel butterflies in your stomach and for a moment you forget about all the terrifying things you went through just a few minutes ago.

sliding into heeseung’s bed, thinking to yourself how comfortable his bed was, it felt like a cloud giving you a big hug; already starting to doze off. heeseung stands next to the bed, making sure you’re comfortable before he goes to the living room to sleep on the couch. “goodnight, y/n. sweet dreams.” heeseung says, again with that smile that everytime you see it you feel yourself being pulled towards him more and more.

“goodnight hee…” you say, the nickname casually slipping from your lips. “sorry! is it okay if i call you that?” you ask, a bit afraid you may have offended him. heeseung laughs and nods, telling you that he’s okay with it. “go right ahead, it’s cute. like you.” heeseung says as he turns on his heel to let you drift off to sleep.

“by the way, heeseung? what were you doing in the elevator?” you ask him before he gets further away from you. you can almost see his body stiffen at your question. “what do you mean..?” heeseung asks, not bothering to turn around to face you. the feeling of dread and fear was starting to build in your chest, the same feeling you had when your body suddenly froze that night. “you were in the elevator going to my floor?” you ask him slowly, afraid that if you said the wrong thing it might set him off.

it happens so fast, in just a second heeseung’s face is inches away from yours. your noses almost touch as he gets closer. you gasp and try to back away from him but not before he’s able to grab ahold of your neck. his large hands cold as they wrap around your throat, the same icy chill you felt when the shadowy monster would loom over you.

heeseung lifts you from the bed, raising you into the air as you begin to struggle breathing. with his grip tightening, your hands find their way onto his, trying to pry his hand off of you but it didn’t help at all. your vision was starting to blur but you could still see enough of heeseung as his eyes started to glow, a white light emitting from his eyes. his mouth slightly opens and inaudible whispers start to fill the room alongside a loud shrieking noise, one so loud that your ears begin to ring. before you pass out, you see a dark shadow start to creep around heeseung, at first it just slowly flows around him like it was molding into his shape, but soon it starts to fill into his mouth and nose.

when the black smoke finished entering his body, heeseung’s lips spread into a smile, but not the same one that you were starting to like. a smile so sinister that you chose to finally give in to the darkness, believing that fainting would be a better decision for you than to witness the horror of what was to come next.

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heeseung watched as your body went limp, his grip not loosening on your throat to ensure that you had fully fallen unconscious. he stared at your face and admired your beauty. the curvature of your lips as they had fallen into a frown, the redness in your cheeks, and the slight twitch in your eyelid, like you were still feeling the anxiety and fear even in your sleep.

he softly laid you down back onto the bed, adjusting your body so that it was in a comfortable position. heeseung then, with his hands outwards and open, opens his mouth and a low bellowing sound escapes from his lips. just then, the same black shadowy smoke that had chased you around in your apartment and had previously entered heeseung’s body, was now flowing out of him and into yours. the smoke trailing into the holes of your face, entering through the mouth, nose, and even ears. the low rumbling sound coming from the depths of heeseung’s body getting louder as more of the black smoke poured into your body.

your body now begins to float into the air, like it was being lifted up higher the more smoke entered your body. as the last of the black smoke filtered into your body, you fall with a soft thud back onto heeseung’s bed. he watches your sleeping figure intently and a scoff leaves his lips as he has fulfilled his part of the sacrifice. noting that you barely put up a fight and that he knew it would be easy.

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heeseung stirred the pot of tofu soup as he waited for you to be ready for dinner. he and his brother’s were eager to finally begin the first steps of their plan. a ritual that they had been waiting to complete, with y/n being the last sacrifice to complete it.

heeseung reaches for a glass jar in one of his cupboards, a bright green liquid glows inside of the glass as it swishes around. heeseung pops open the cork and pours the contents of the glass into the pot of tofu soup. stirring it in and incorporating it into the soup, it glows into a bright red before settling into the traditional deep, warm orange color of the soup. it was perfect, heeseung thought to himself. one taste of this and you’ll have fallen right into his trap.

it’s around 6pm when one of heeseung’s brothers lets him know that you are ready. “have you been watching her again?” heeseung asks his younger brother and he doesn’t respond but an apparent scowl on his face says it all. “set up the dinner while i grab her.” heeseung instructs his brother before transforming into a black smoke and materializing in front of y/n’s apartment door. heeseung straightens out his clothes while the rest of the black smoke dissipates into the atmosphere.

he knocks on your door and greets you, later walking you to his apartment; a sinister plan ready to unfold without your knowledge. the ride on the elevator up to his apartment was silent but not awkward, heeseung watches you from the side of his peripheral vision and when the two of you he gestures for you to exit first but he notices your shocked expression.

choosing to snap you out of your trance so heeseung moves to stand in front of you and helps guides you to his apartment. he watches your figure walk towards his apartment and when you’re far away enough, he turns to his reflection in the mirror with a smirk as his eyes flash a bright white color and quickly goes back to normal.

the dinner goes without a hitch and heeseung successfully poisons you with the tofu soup that he had concocted. a seemingly normal and heartwarming dinner will now become what nightmares are made of as the poison seeps further into your bloodstream. tonight marks the beginning of the very end of your life.

heeseung silently watches you as you enter your apartment, lurking in the shadows and waiting for the right time to pounce. he watches as you fall gently onto your bed and let sleep take over, smiling as now is the time for him to do what he needs to do. thick black smoke pours out of heeseung’s body and pools on the ground at his feet until enough has come out. it then forms a clone of heeseung, after saying an ancient spell, the clone vanishes into a puff of smoke and he watches intently through the eyes of the creature as it begins to haunt and terrorize you in your dreams.

that is what heeseung is known for and where his power derives from. nightmares. once he has infiltrated your body, he can cast nightmares that are so terrifying and horrific it could kill one in their sleep, but that wasn’t his plan for you. he needed to break you down enough so that when you return to the mortal realm, you would weak and vulnerable enough for the next steps of his and his brother’s plan.

heeseung watched as his pet tormented and chased you around your home. he was quite impressed to see you break out of his psychosis and begin to move your body. it is usually quite the challenge and he hadn’t imagined you to be one to fight back. his grip on your body in the dream realm loosened which allowed for you to be able to move your body and find a way to escape from the shadowy monster, but he wasn’t phased. you were walking right into his trap, a false sense of hope as you exited your apartment only to run into heeseung’s arms. right where he wanted you to be.

heeseung is joined by the rest of his brothers as they surround your lying figure on his bed. they all place their hands outwards, palms down and recite an ancient phrase repeatedly. one of heeseung’s brothers moves towards your sleeping body. levitating above you so that you were parallel to one another as his body hovered yours. the man’s eyes begin to glow a bright red color and when he reaches for your eyelids and opens them slightly to look into your eyes, your eyes reflect the redness of his and begin to glow red as well.

the stranger returns to his upright position standing at the foot of the bed when he’s finished and gives a nod to each of his brothers. indicating that what he needed to do was done and the next part of their plan was now in motion.

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you wake up with a gasp and a bead of sweat trickles down your face as your body jolts awake. frantically looking at your surroundings, you rub your temples when you remember the terrors of the night before and soon realize that you’re back in your bed opposed to being in heeseung’s bed which is where you thought you were the last time you were awake.

you pull your blanket off of your body to look around to make sure you were back in your apartment and to your disbelief you are. your potted plants, picture frames, and unwashed dishes all in the same place you had left them.

you breathe a sigh of relief when you come to the conclusion that everything is fine and that all of the horrific things you witnessed was merely a nightmare. deciding to get freshened up for the day, you head to your bathroom for a shower. staring into the mirror and you make a note to sleep better when you realize the bags under your eyes have gotten worse. a cold chill runs down your spine and the voice in the back of your head tells you that you’re being watched but in the closed and confined space of your bathroom, there is no way that someone could be watching you… or is there?

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jay watched as you looked around your bathroom to see if anyone could be watching you, chuckling at your poor attempt at security. he too notices dark circles under your eyes and he intensely watches as your clothes drop to the floor and as you enter the shower.

your instincts were right, someone was watching you, but not in the way you think.

jay could see everything that you could see, but there was no way you would ever catch him watching you.

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Last Meal Universe's main pair actors, Gun Napat and Ritz Rueangrit. An introduction by me.

They made their debuts on The Star Season 6, a singing competition (Yes, the one that Mile Phakphum went to and got teased about.) produced by Exact, one of the companies under GMM Grammy (The GMMTV that we all on this side of Tumblr familiar with is under it too, as you can see in the name), back in 2010. After winning the competition in the first (Gun) and second (Ritz) place, they both remain in the entertainment industry as singers, actors, and hosts of shows to this day.

Right now, Gun's current main career path lies in music (there was a time when I found his voice annoying because my mom repeatedly played his song, but admittedly, he is a great singer) and drama, while Ritz's lies in business (his clinics) and content creator (the main platform being YouTube). It seems like the non-clinics-related jobs he accepts are usually considered based on his personal relationship. He once said that his activities in the entertainment industry are more of a recreational activity rather than a real job.

They accepting the role in After Sundown together in 2023. Later, they also started a YouTube series, เพื่อนยาก (no sub), together. The first episode was posted on Jan 2024. And now, they have the Last Meal Universe.

I think they also have the same manager? (Khun June?)

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In 2010, Ritz(19) and Gun(19) first met each other on The Star 6 after passing in to the last twenty two persons round and are in the process of being eliminated to the last eight persons. Among the last eight competitors, Gun, Ritz, and the other person, Tono (23), became a friend group of three that still sticks to this day.

Here are some clips from when they still competed in The Star. [23-04-2010] The Star 6 : Acts-The Star Daily part 1 - NekoCap Gun and Rit send Tono off the house as the 6th person @ TS6 Daily - NekoCap

Ritz and Tono have known each other since the Northeast sector round. From what they say, they kind of lace on to each other as they are the only candidates who are there without family or friends and then adopt Gun into their fold upon meeting him. After, they lived under the same roof for around 3 months during the competition.

Here is a clip where they say that Exclusive Talk l 10 years of friendship, Asorrapit Gang "Tono-Gun-Rit", more than love, is a bond. - NekoCap

These three go by the name Asorrapit(Poisonous Snake) after (if my knowledge is correct) a name Tono pick for a team they divided into for activities in The Star House. There are two teams, Poisonous Snake and Blooming Lotus, with four people in each. The other person in Poisonous Snake got eliminated early (and I think he then went to study abroad), while Gun, Ritz, and Tono won first, second, and third, respectively, and still, to this day, work with Exact (now The ONE Enterprise).

At first, they worked together quite frequently, but as time went on, the jobs they did together became few and far between. Their last concert together is the 10 year Asorrapit GunRitNo show in 2020.

Other than concerts, they also did photo shoots, small music gigs, game shows, be the guesses on The Star later season, and other TV shows together (all three, or just two out of the three).

Their fans are pretty considerate of their favorite's friend and sometimes would bring extra gifts for the other in the case that they work together. (Ritz's fanclub would bring Gun a gift, or vice versa.)

More pics of them from 2010

In the beginning, between them, the BIG ship was actually TonoRitz and not GunRitz (or TonoGun) as someone who casually watched The Star and was at the beginning of my shipper day (not an RPF enjoyer), I knew the other ship was probably out there and that's all, turned out it was very much there.

TonoRitz is many's first ship, but later, as time passed, the ship was downsized (sunken?) since they didn't work together that frequently anymore. Also, Tono was very publicly extremely in love with his girlfriend.

In their 2020 concert, they have Tono's girlfriend as a guess, and at the same concert, Gun and Ritz play a musical parody of ITSAY together. It is clear that, among the trio, Tono is the one who won't enjoy kissing his friends to make fans' screams. Not that they didn't ask if he would want to join them still🤣

Gun and Ritz did say that they wanted to play a BL series then (seemingly very jokingly). Consider that they are now actually playing one. They are probably more serious about it than I think.

Come to think of it, in 2022, Gun did also play a somewhat bl role in Moo 2 (a kind of stand-up comedy mix with stage play), paired with Non Tanon. And Ritz was in the Love Mechanics as Mark's ex that year too.

Some other thing about them

When Ritz was still a medical student (Bachelor's degree), Ritz's fan club would buy him ten baht-gold per one A he got. One baht-gold back then was around 20,000 baht. He is a good student, so he makes quite a few million baht. De - Talk EP.20 He is now a holder of a master's degree. (Yes, they buy him gold for any A he gets during his studies for the master degree too.)

ใช่สิ (Chai Si-Right), a single of Ritz, is the result of a fight between Gun and Ritz. They mention that in passing on เกลือวันเด้อ EP.35, a talk show, that ใช่สิ, a song about how the singer feels hurt because he is not important to the other person, came to be because Ritz still sulked after the fight.

ใช่สิ lyrics

ฉันเฝ้ามองเธอ เธอไม่เห็นสบตา แต่เขาเพิ่งยิ้มให้เธอนี่นา เธอยิ้มตอบเขาได้ไง ดอกไม้เหมือนกัน ไม่รู้เพราะอะไร เธอรับของเขา ด้วยความเต็มใจ ทิ้งของฉันอย่างเฉยเมย * แอบอิจฉาเงียบเงียบในใจ พูดอะไรไม่ได้อย่างเคย เธอทำกับเขาดีจัง แต่กับฉันเย็นชามากเลย ** ก็ใช่สิ ฉันมันไม่ดีเท่าเขา ไม่ค่อยน่าแคร์ เท่าไร ได้แต่น้อยใจเบาเบาอย่างนี้ ก็ใช่สิ ต้องโทษตัวเองใช่ไหม ข่มความเจ็บไว้ ใช่สิ ใช่สิ ฉันมันไม่มีค่าพอ ก็ถามตัวเอง จะต้องทำอย่างไร ให้เธอนั้นซึ้ง สักครึ่งของใคร แต่ดูความหวังไม่มี ไม่ถามเธอไป ก็รู้คำตอบดี นัยน์ตาเธอฟ้อง ว่าใจเต้นถี่เพียงแค่เขาเดินเข้ามา ( * , ** ) ( ** )http://www.allkeys.in.th/lyric/4541 I'm looking at you, but you won't make an eye contact with me. But when he smiled at you. How could you smile back at him Same flowers. I don't know why you willingly accepted his. But disinterestedly, leave mine alone. * Secretly jealous, quietly in my heart, unable to say anything as usual. You treated him very well. But treated me so coldly ** Well, that's right, I'm not as good as him. I'm not very interesting. I can only feel neglected like this. That's right, I have to blame myself, right? Suppress my pain. Yes, that's right, I'm not worthy I asked myself what to do. To make you feel touched even half of what someone else can. But it seem like there's no hope I don't have to ask, I already know the answer. Your eyes is telling how your heart was pounding. Just because he walk by( * , ** ) ( ** )

As I mentioned, the big ship in the beginning was TonoRitz. The fun thing is, Gun was jealous of that ship. He was like, "If you two are a pair, what about me? Aren't we a trio?" There is a time that he made a joke about it, like when they teased Tono about a woman Tono got shipped with at the time, and Ritz goes like,"What about meeeeee? " And Gun goes like, "Yeah! What about TonoRitz!" But then like, "Wait! I don't have a place, no matter if it is Tono and Pat or Tono and Ritz!😩" But there are also the time where it's not quite a joke. In a talk show that they go together as a trio in 2020, Gun admitted that back in either 2011 or 2013 (they didn't get their story straight😅 Tono said it was Gun's first solo concert, which happened in 2011, but then said the name of Gun's concert in 2013. I think he meant the 2011 one since Tono and Ritz were a guess then, while the 2013 one looked like they did not, at least on Wikipedia, but I didn't get to watch the 2013 one, so I'm not 100% sure). In his own concert, where he invited them to be his guess, he seriously felt left out and told his manager he didn't want to work as a group of three anymore. He says he's over it now, but I kind of think it's more because the ship has sunk than because he's getting more mature...

Back then, when Ritz was still a student (during his studies for a bachelor's degree), he said he was going to leave the entertainment industry to focus on his education. He has a goodbye concert and a goodbye song. it's a whole fanfare. And then he discovered that he was, in fact, able to both study and work at the same time. His first job after the whole goodbye thing was, like, just a few (2?) months later. He wasn't working as frequently as the others, but still. He got teased about that quite a lot for a while.

They (Tono, too) have been saying the L word since year one, and I find that adorable. Feeling comfortable telling your friend you love them is great!

They also repeatedly say that they did not choose to be friends out of their own will but got coerced by situations...😂

Dome Jaruwa, Tum Warawut, actors who played minor characters in Cooking Crush, and Gun Napat. All of whom are The Star winners of their year, are in a group called 4 Po Dum (4 โพดำ—4 Black Spade). They have a concert named 4 Po Dum Concert, Concert in The Theatre 2556, first, and then a TV program from 2015 to 2018. The other member is Gam Wichayanee, who is also the winner of her year. You might recognize her minor character role in Blacklist (2019) with Nanon, Chimon, and the others. They also do other shows together on various occasions under the name 4 Po Dum.

Gun and Krist Perawat are co-workers on a music show called The Golden Song. They sometimes sing together. They had a single together before and also a musical stage play (Dome and Tum are in it too). Actually, Krist seems to know quite a lot of The Star people. He says somewhere that Gun was the first, and now (at the time he said that) he has 6 The Star bros in total.

Despite being a singing competition runner-up, Ritz's ability to sing is quite limited. In this topic, he said, and I quote, 'I just want to be on TV. I didn't want to be good at singing' เพื่อนยาก ep. 5, 2024. That comment may be a counter to a tease, but consider that back then, he chose a freaking happy birthday song as one of his songs for the last round before the final. I wholeheartedly believe he was being genuine. He has a pretty interesting character.

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They knew about their shipper since their early days but couldn't really grasp the shipping culture for quite some time. Actually, GMM, too. Long before GMM started producing the BL series, they knew about their shipper fan club, and they did want to make money out of their 'pair' but were not sure what or how to go about that. Now they are one of the biggest BL productions, but back then they were clueless. (Actually, the part that produced The Star back then is still probably just as clueless right now. GMM just has another group who know things now.) There was that one concert where all the 'big ships' (3?) of The Star got their sections. They acknowledged that they were in that section together because they were 'the pair' with the energy of people who had absolutely no idea what they were talking about. Gun and Ritz knew a portion of their fans liked it when they hugged and kissed. At first, Gun was like, "Why??? What is so exciting about it???" for a bit, but he also goes like, "If fans like it, then sure, I absolutely don't mind doing it more." From what I see, Ritz didn't initial it often but also very much didn't mind going along with it. I always saw people talk about which ship was doing fan service and whatnot. There is no need to wonder about these two. These we-will-do-anything-to-get-attention are absolutely doing fan service. It's not like they try to hide that. Honestly, I find how Gun is desperate for a girlfriend (wife?) and very loud about it while also going about his "Let's Make a Ship Together, Ritz!" agenda simultaneously fun to watch. And I think it's fun to see Gun tell people and also Ritz that he wants to intentionally make a ship with Ritz and then progress to actually do so. They have openly said that that YouTube series of theirs was born because the fans like to see them do things together, they want to make the fans happy, so even though they fight alot when do anything at all together, they still wan to do it. On each episode of the series, they be teasing each other about things the other does specifically for the camera to see, and the other will usually be like, 'Yeah, so? Shut up and do it with me. Lol.'

They kiss at so many of their concerts.

In day-to-day life, Gun kind of kissed any friends who would let him. Tum and Krist are included in the list. He also likes to receive kisses from those friends. Tum says that one time he had to resort to kissing Gun on the cheek in the middle of a set for many of their coworkers to witnessed because he wanted Gun's forgiveness. It's proven to be very effective because, after that, Gun instantly forgave him.

Gun once got asked how many men he had kissed. He asks why the fans assume he ever kisses a man (which is a ridiculous thing to ask considering that he does it on camera) and answers that he has kissed two men, Ritz and his dad. It's a lie. He definitely had more kisses than that. There are at least one more, Off Pongsak. Dome Jaruwat and Tum Warawut are also very likely already on the list by that time, too. As of today, Nont Tanon and Krist Perawat are also on it.

^From 7 Wonders Concert

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^from Gun's IG, 2020

^They were acting as a stand-in for The Star Idol's winner announcement during a system check.

During a conversation about how old their friendship is, Ritz says that they should minus two years out of the time they know each other because there was a time when they blocked each other Line for two years after having a fight....

At Gun's house (the one where his parents are), there is a picture of him and Ritz from when they were still in The Star, pined in front of the house, near the car garage.

There was one time back in Ritz's student year when an interviewer asked Gun why Ritz wasn't at some event with him and a few others The Stars. Was the rumor about their fight real? And then Gun was like, Yeah, we absolutely did fight. All the rumors about us fighting were true. Yeah, Ritz is still angry. No, he would still come if he could. With the amount of time they had fought, it was quite amazing that they were still friends.

Here's a clip where they talk about (one of) their (many, many) fight. (Not the one that is mentioned above.)

Rit - Gun once fight to the point they almost end their friendship | Highlight Ep.13 | KlueaWonder | 7 Aug. '23 | one31 - NekoCap

Gun treats his fans like they are very close. He be out there asking fans to join him on his trip or smth. Say something like, "Oh, I want my fan to join me at my house on Songkran" and then actually do it. (Wth!?) My mom, who is a (casual?) fan of The Star, says that some fans are kind of friends with his parents and would go to his house to meet them and not him too. But I'm not sure if my mom just confused it with Tum's fan who became his girlfriend's story.

Guns have been popular with an older generation since the beginning, and no one can get younger, so right now there are probably quite a few aunties and grandmas watching BL for the first time like how my mom followed Film Thanapat into the BL world

Ritz and Gun sometime call each other เพื่อนง่าย and เพื่อนยาก. I'm unsure about who is who or even if it's fixed or not. เพื่อนง่าย (friend+easy) isn't an actual word per se. It's a spin of เพื่อนยาก (friend+difficult), which means a friend who has faced difficulties with you, a true friend. Now they do a YouTube series called เพื่อนยาก (they say that it is because them being friends is such a difficulty) together.

During The Star, Gun Fan Club's colour is blue, and Ritz's is green.

Gun's fanclub calls themselves Sunblock. I don't know what Ritz's fan club calls themselves. GunRitz shipper fans call their fandom ห้องลับ-Secret Room.

The GunRitz shipper fans from The Star day called Gun 'Tiger' and Ritz 'Duck'. idk why.

It seems like due to Gun's code for voting for him being 3 and Ritz's being 8, the shipper fans would resurface each year on August 3 and March 8th. I have seen some digital footprints.

They like to exchange free service between themselves (and for Ritz, also with a lot of other people). They have been doing that for many years now. Gun would go sing for the Ritz Clinic's event and appear on lives to promote the clinic for free, and Ritz would give Gun the clinic's service for free. They say that right now, it's Gun who gets more profit from this exchange.

They have mentioned having a bedroom for each other at each of their houses. Gun said it in their conversation on IG back then when his house was still under construction (in 2018?) and also in passing in one of the youtube clip they did together last year (2024). Later in their other Youtube clip, Gun offered to buy Ritz two mattresses for Ritz's new house as a housewarming gift, and Ritz said that one of them would be for Gun's room. It's probably an extra bedroom in general for both.

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In His Heart

Or Shadow finally understands what it truly means to keep someone in your heart.

(It's whump!) Emotional whump

It's like almost 1 and I've been rewriting this thing for six hours. I'll do word counts and reworks tomorrow.

Some triggers are like mentions of death and sickness. Also big emotional rollercoaster. Enjoy!

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Loss. Everyone went through it. That much Shadow knew. But he wasn't just anyone. He was the ultimate lifeform, a being designed to withstand the end of the universe's existence and possibly beyond. Which meant anyone he might meet, would cease to be while he lived on.

How could he possibly expect to enjoy his life when all he could think about was the losses he had yet to experience? Or the losses he already had? First Maria, his sister, taken from him before they could fulfill their promises to one another on the planet looming below. Professor Gerald, his creator, rotted in a cell crafted by the very same people he served today.

G.U.N. 'A former agent of GUN.' He would curse the name as he did the Black Arms that flowed within him. Why was he here? If only they knew the pain they had caused him. Of course he had to go and lose his memory only to wind up serving the very same corporation that provided him with his first taste of loss.

His hate ran deep, but in truth his sorrow is what flowed into his core. The anger, just a cover up to encapsulate his true emotions from emerging. Maria had always told Shadow that "he had a good heart." What good is a heart corrupted by sorrow and rage yearning for nothing but revenge for this overwhelming loneliness he experienced?

Shadow could fall deeper into his despair and anguish if he wanted. How quick he could be to throw his old self to the wayside and be reborn as the visceral hatred he harbored, but he would only become that which he had already destroyed. The battle for his blackened heart begins again. A continuous war for control over the ultimate lifeform's very existence. Black Doom had nearly claimed his victory over Shadow's mind each time the hedgehog would focus solely on his pain and suffering. It was the memories tied to Maria that kept him fighting the wretched fool from dragging him into a pit of his own darkness.

He could hear her now, playing and singing to her heart's content. Her voice had calmed him. What would she say if she could see him like this? So full of spite and anger. Would she too be angry? No. He knew her too well. She would cry.

"Shadow! No! Please! This isn't you! You're not like this. Please stop it. I can't bear to see you like this! I want you to be happy Shadow. Shadow! SHADOW!"

All at once, the storm that raged within him ceased. There hung an uneasy balance between his thoughts and feelings as they attempted to locate the source of the sudden peace. Within the stillness, something flickered as it fell into the recesses of his corrupted heart. The surrounding blackness explodes violently, cracking and melting as it had done so many times prior. The storm swirled angrily above as the sorrow began to flood into every fiber of his being. It fought to contain its hold on Shadow's heart, plugging each bubbling spring with its black tendrils. The flicker flashed mightily from within, shattering what remained of Black Doom's hold and his dying anger.

Waves of sorrow erupted from within Shadow's heart crashing against themselves and everything they touched. He missed her. He missed her more than his anger towards G.U.N. He missed her more than his hatred towards Black Doom. He missed her more than his confidence in himself, the ultimate lifeform.

She was everything to him. Now all that were left were memories of a shadow that no longer existed, and a girl that was robbed of her childhood; killed, before her sickness had a chance to claim her life.

He grieved. He would bottle everything up he had ever felt until he could no longer take it and he would spill. Time after time again Shadow would push himself through this self-destructive angstfest. Would it ever stop? How could this unhealthy cycle be any different from the next?

He had always ignored that flicker in his heart that had sparked his sorrow and quelled his anger. The one that softened his heart and gave him a small sense of the Shadow he used to be. He had been afraid of what he would see had he turned his attention to it. The fatigue of his latest emotional rollercoaster gave way to his curiosity.

He took the plunge into his sorrow, swimming through all the emotions he hid behind so much anger. Ironic, how exhaustion kept him going past some of his most somber of feelings. As he reached for his heart, the flicker began to brighten, responding to his approach. He pushed forward, noticing the sorrow around him beginning to fade as the light fully enveloped him.

The first thing he experienced was warmth. It was not something he expected to feel. The closest he could remember encountering this was during one Christmas with Gerald and Maria. The memory suddenly appeared before him, springing to life in all the ways he recalled it. Maria singing carols, Professor Gerald teaching them how to make Christmas cookies, and Shadow opening up his first Christmas gift from Maria: A pair of skates.

The memory dissolved and was replaced with the box of skates. Panic rose within Shadow. He could run. He could escape, close his heart up, and never have to look at these memories again. He hesitated. But, when was the last time he was happy? Had it been 50 years ago? It was...nice...but there was no Maria. "But she is here." Shadow's own voice boomed. "And so am I."

Maria appeared. "You found me. I missed you so much Shadow. I was so worried you had lost your way." It was a memory from when they were playing hide and seek on the Ark, but Shadow took a bit longer to find her.

"Remember Shadow," The calm and collected voice of Professor Gerald rang throughout the hedgehog's heart and mind. "Anger is a tool. You must not let it control you. Keep what is close to you in your heart so that you might always know what you are living for."

"Shadow." Maria called out again from another memory. "Do you want to know why I keep you in my heart? It's so that I will always have you with me when we are apart. You also help me when I'm scared of the monsters under the bed or if I had a nightmare. The thought of you helps me chase so many bad thoughts away." Maria then hugs the younger Shadow in the memory. The flicker was back and in strong effect. "Oh Shadow. I hope that one day you have lots of people in your heart to help you with your bad thoughts."

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"I want my friends in my heart." Shadow exhaled breathlessly. He had showed up to Rouge's place not 30 seconds ago looking like he hadn't slept in weeks.

"W-what?" Rouge stuttered. Omega also sat up slightly perplexed. They studied Shadow, noticing just how exhausted and beat up he looked. "Are you alright?"

"I'm tired of hurting alone. This isn't what Maria would have wanted. And...it's not what I want either." Omega and Rouge shared a very concerned look.

"WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH SHADOW?" Omega asked.

"It's still me." Shadow explained flatly. "I keep losing this same emotional battle I've been putting myself through even if I win. I...don't want to do this by myself anymore."

Shadow turns around to see Rouge and Omega staring at him intently for what he was about to say next.

"You both were right there beside me for so many years and I let my anger and hate get in the way of the true friendship I could have had with you two. Will you let me back into your lives again, even after I've been so distant?"

Expressions of overjoy and relief spread across her face. "Yes!!" Rouge exclaimed!

"TEAM DARK REFORMED!" Omega proclaimed.

Shadow allowed himself a small tired smile as he was drawn into the group hug, enjoying the embrace of the teammates he once thought he lost.

"And for the record," Rouge continued, squeezing him tighter. "You were already in my heart."

"HE WAS IN MY HEART FIRST."

"Can it you!" The banter continued on in the background as Shadow allowed himself to slip into unconsciousness, knowing he was in good hands. Somewhere in his heart, he knew he was telling Maria all the fun adventures Team Dark went on. He could feel that flicker of warmth burn bright within him. He just knew Maria would be proud of him.

And she was.

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#shadow the hedgehog #e 123 omega #rouge the bat #maria robotnik #gerald robotnik #team dark #sth fanfic #IM TIRED.#i have work at like 6:30 #ima be dead tomorrow #oh well #its worth it!#do I need to like tag anything else #zzzzzzzzz

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