#i haven't decided if i want to give him that or if i want to take it away from him..

[decaffeinateddreamlandturtle]

Some idea that I got while reading this

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If Danny said that he was a manifestation of a concept and emotion, and then He said He killed Danyal, but Damian knows that it was himself, as the son of the greatest detective in the world (also the most paranoid man in existence, quality that he genetically seems to pass to his descendants), maybe he would try to think about the meaning of 'The Concept and Emotion' of the being, and why the being decide to take the form of his dead brother (Hekilledhim)

Maybe Damian could end up thinking that He somehow have part in creating this being in specific?

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Constantine can sense that the concept of the being is 'Balance' but doesn't know of what balance especifically (Life and Death of course, the in-between)

But for Damian? That can make sense, what the being must represent (somehow in his distressed mind) is the balance between 'Good and Evil' (I don't know what I'm writing), because that is what He always think of Danyal, a contradiction, after all, the two of them were created not with innocent purpose, educated on the ways of assasination, made to be the darkness in this world and ruling it in the shadows. After living with his father and family, he could understand that the bloodline He cherished so much in his younger years was the representation of 'Evil'

But Danyal was not that, he was too weak, no, Danyal wasn’t weak -even if the fact make him full of envy and hurt his pride-, Danyal was as strong as he was determined to follow his own ways even if the rest of their world not like it (alwaysstrongerthanhim)

Danyal was weak, not because he doesn't know how to fight, Danyal was the best fighter of the two of them -just not with the sword, as he doesn't seemed trully interested in that sacred art-, Danyal was weak because of his soft heart, he had what Richard will call a 'Heart of Gold', one able to resist being forced to kill, one able to see the good, as if Danyal could see what sins have you comited in life just to know if you can be forgive, the type that would give you closure, the type that wouldn't doubt in give a helping hand; Danyal was weak because he was Good, the only good -the only peak of light- in a place like Nanda Parbat, a quality that was not cherished in the Al' Ghul's, a sign of weakness

Danyal would not kill, not when he can sense that the one supposed to be his victim can be redeemed, not when the one he is supposed to kill is a kid of his age that doesn't understand what he's forced to do, not when the one he is supposed to kill haven't commited any sin

--That person ran away Danyal, he must be punish. He just wanted freedom--

Danyal was Good in a place full of Evil, he knows how to be evil and how to kill, but he wouldn't do it, because that wasn’t him (Just like father, but almost like Todd)

Danyal was balance, and that made him weak.

But that being was also made of an 'emotion', What emotion could it be? It would be Danyal's emotions or his own?

[Both? Both. I want both]

Danyal was happiness, integrity, hopes for the future, forgiveness, mercy, determination, naivety, kindness (Fear).   Danyal was closure, He was solace for the lost ones

But Damian? Damian wasn’t that, Damian was anger, envy, hate, greed, narcissism, power, pride (Guilt).   Damian was the one that will break your closure, He was the one that will deny you your solace

And in Danyal's last moments?

Their emotions were running wild, but he can remember what he felt, he can remember the emotions flashing trough his brother's eyes

Fear, anger, sadness, disappointment, discouragement, frustation, disillusioment, hate.

(GuiltguiltguILTGUILTGUILT)

Contradictions, Danyal was a contradiction (and He was a contradiction too)

He hated and envied Danyal his whole life -just to now call him his beloved brother?-, he always hated how meek and forgiving Danyal was -but He too will seek his presence to give him solace-, he was disgusted of how his brother seemed so weak even more weak when Danyal was with him -how naive and idiot Danyal was-, how Danyal would seek for Damian, to be with him and give his unneeded company -but sometimes in the deepest of his soul, he waited for that moments that somehow give him closure and affection-

(Hypocrite)

And Danyal loved him as much as he feared him the day he killed him (the look on his brother's beautiful blue eyes losing all his hopes and light)

......

The cruelty of this being, because the being look like him with the beautiful eyes of his brother (after all his brother died too young for the being to mimic a body clearly older, so it must be his own appereance)

Acting all high and mighty -like Damian would have done-, saying how he killed his brother with such pride..

But it was him the one who killed his own brother

He was the one who killed Danyal, He killed his own brother, He killed his brother, He killed him

And the being (himself) is looking straight a him with his brother eyes (Danyal), giving him the same expression he gave to his brother the day he took away the light of his eyes

The being was balance

The being was forgiveness, mercy, hope (Fear)

The being was anger, power, pride (Guilt)

And the being looked at him while holding such resentment in the deepest of his brother's eyes

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That was the idea that got me after reading this, sorry if isn't really understandable, I'm not that good at English and don't really trust Google translator for this ngl

I use red and green when writing Damian in representation of who He was and who He is now, and blue for Danny/Danyal for his eyes, my way of saying that that's what Damian remember more of him, what he liked/envied more of him

Damian will always think of Danyal in blue while Danny/Danyal will always think of himself in red

Demon Twins and Death

Inspired by this post by @spiders-in-the-primrose

Damian had spent years loathing Danyal. The weaker, pathetic son. The son who did not have what it took to carry the name Al Ghul. The twin who had died and was swallowed by the Lazarus pits, never to be seen again.

The twin Damian killed.

His brother had welcomed death with tears and sobs. His last words were stained by the blood he choke out, "It had to be you, akhi." He whispered as the blood spilled from his mouth and a sword was pressed further into his stomach.

When he was sent to his father, he remained with his belief in being the better son. That Danyal was not worthy of being the son of the demon and the son of the bat. He could have been one but in the end, only Damian was worthy for both.

And yet as the years passed, Damian grew and changed. And then he finally understood.

In his family of heroes, his family who strived to make the world better—Danyal would have been a better fit. Instead, Damian had been the one to become his father's son with his own twin's blood on his hands. His father must never know.

The idea of Danyal sparks rage, resentment, and utterly self-loathing. His kind and sweet brother who would have been the perfect son for his father. The son who was clearly the better person. Not in skill, power—but morals. Because like their father, Danyal would never kill.

What would have happened if Danyal was here with him? If he were still alive?

Damain can imagine his brother in the colors that Robin wore, another costume, another name. Because Damian will not give up that name after he managed to take it from Drake. But Danyal would have work the colors, would have been bubbly like Grayson. He would have taken care of the children on the streets like Todd. He would have helped their father in cases like Drake.

He would have been the brother they would have wanted.

And Damian tries not to drown in what his brother could have been. He can't help but admire this figment of his imagination. This hero in his kind that wore what could have been Danyal's face. This light within the darkness of Gotham who had a voice identical to Damian's.

And Damian does drown. Because he wants what his brother could have been.

Danyal Al Ghul died by the hands of his brother.

In the back of his mind, he thinks that he just wants his other half back.

Danny Fenton was born as the girl who would be his sister dragged him from a lake and nursed him to health.

The Fentons were strange people with strange ideals. Jack and Maddie were obsessed, they were not suited to care for children as they grabbed their weapons and hunted down any ghost their could find. When they were absent, Danny was left with Jasmine.

The memory of Damian is strong and cruel and it burned itself into his mind. The memory of that katana sinking into his gut, just as blood bubbles up his throat. He remembers an older brother who had to be the one to kill him.

He remembers and then he looks to Jasmine. She is warmth incarnate, with fiery hair and bright eyes that reminded him of stars on painting. His parents lack the warmth he craves but Jazz gives him so much that he can't help but melt everytime he's in her arms.

Neither of them can forget how fearful he was towards her when she first found him. He had only been six years old, feeling the effects of the Lazarus pit on his skin before he was spat out somewhere far, far away. He remembered being in Nanda Parbat then he was spat out somewhere in Illinois.

Jasmine had found him. Jazz had found him.

And Danny has decided long ago that Jazz was much better than Damian.

Even from the distance between them, Danyal continues to fear Damian. The part of him that he wished died when his own twin stabbed him to death continued to live on.

Then he died.

Again.

And he can't help but hope that Danyal is finally dead. That the failure was finally dead. His body only needed two. He only needed Danny and Phantom. Yes... Danyal was dead.

Danny would kill that part of him himself if he could.

He donned the mantle of hero, even when the people called him a menace at times. Danny was finally a hero, he was finally someone who could do good in the world. It was a blessing for him.

In all honesty, being a hero had been fun, even as he suffered. His rogues that fought him felt like friends that he had missed in his life. Parts of him yearned for when Skulker came out for a fight. He laughed whenever Ember moved to blast her music through the town and he was forced to fight her. He was fond of both Kitty and Johnny, even when they fought and caused havoc. Trouble felt like home for once.

The half of him that was dead yearned for a fight, yearned for an obsession. Protection—he was told—was his own obsession.

To protect, to fight, to make sure that whatever fell into his obsession was safe and sound. He thinks of Amity Park—his haunt, his domain—and assumed it was what he wanted to protect. He had fought Pariah Dark, became King through conquest and continued to protect.

But a part of him knew that something was wrong. He knew that it wasn't Amity Park that he would protect at all cost. No.

It was always Jazz. Always his big sister who cradled him, who figured out he was Phantom, who could tell whether he was himself or not. The greatest part of his obsession fell onto the older sibling who loves him unconditionally, always reminding him that there was another half of him in the world that killed him. But Jazz was none of that.

Danny loved his family. He loved Elle who grew to be his little sister. He loved his parents even when they were difficult. He loved his friends—Sam, Tucker, Valerie. He loved them so dearly and yet they could never match up to Jazz.

Danny doesn't know what he'd do without her.

(Lies. He knew what would happen if Jazz was taken from her. He knew what kind of monster he'd become—one that the observants demanded to be killed. He knew damn well that Jazz Fenton was the only thing that kept him human.)

(Dan existed for a reason.)

(Danny would burn the world for his sister.)

(And he'd kill himself for fear of his brother.)

Fate is a cruel mistress that knew what she was doing. Twins were tied by blood, mind, and soul. An invisible thread that made sure they were connected one way or another. He shouldn't be surprised that they were going to be reunited at some point.

Danny Fenton and Damian Wayne meet.

It's been years. They've changed. They've become new people. Damian is Robin, the son of the bat (not heir to the demons head). Danny is Phantom, High King of the Infinite Realms (not the failure devoured by the Lazarus).

But that doesn't stop Danyal Al Ghul from drowning in fear at the mere visage of Damian Al Ghul.

Danny plays as ambassador, not king. He won't risk himself by telling people who he truly is. He can't. No.

When he summoned and claims that he is an ambassador sent as a substitute, the Justice League accepts what they are given and pleaded for aid.

But Robin is there with Batman. Robin and Phantom meet.

Robin sees Danyal and Phantom sees his murderer.

The moment his body was no longer frozen, Damian sucked in a deep breath as he stared at the face of his own beloved twin. His brother that died by his hands and was claimed by the pits. Had the Lazarus turned him into a creature of the realms?

"Danyal..." Robin sounded hopeful, desperate. He reached forward and almost crossed the circle if not for his father and Nightwing pulling him back with confusion and concern. They look towards the Ghostly being with a face that resembled their father and youngest a little too much.

Danny? Had he been human, his heart would have stopped after ricocheting. He stopped breathing, rendering his lungs useless. This was Damian. A hero of his own right even when he was a monster in Danny's eyes.

Danyal Al Ghul feared Damian.

Phantom was a manifestation of something of Danyal's death.

"You mistake me for someone, Heir to the Demon's head." His voice tore through air, distorted by his own will. Danny was king, he had to remind himself that.

"I am a manifestation. I am born from a concept and emotion. You would not have met me." The lies were not lies. Truths bended to his will as he spoke and pressed against the barrier made by the summoning circle. "But you recognize this body that I have taken form in."

"Then your appearance belonged to a living person." Batman growled.

Danny realizes that this was his father. Perhaps Ra's was right at some point—blood calls to blood.

"What have you done to Danyal?! Where is my twin brother, demon!" Robin's words leak venom as he slams a hand against the barrier.

Danyal tremblesPhantom was amused.

"Bats, tell your brat to back off! That's the ghost king's fuckin' ambassador." The Hellblazer hissed, watching as Batman pulled his son away.

But Damian—Robin—stands still.

Phantom grinned, flashing his teeth as he leaned closed to the barrier. Even when his appearance was born of inverted colors with Lazarus eyes rather than the sky, Damian could recognize his twin's face anywhere.

Both of them knew what happened to Danyal. Killed by his own brother.

But only Phantom knew what happened after.

"Oh little bird... I killed him."

Masterpost

[nyuoqi]

            — SO I MARRIED MY ANTI-FAN     ౨ৎ     SES

O2O.    eunseok vs seunghan

✸ SYNOPSIS !  : congratulations! you have been invited to korea's #1 romance reality show 'We Got Married' where you will be living with your co-star like a married couple. but what will you do when you find out that your husband is actually your anti-fan?

author's note 𐬹 ۫ ۪  feels so good to be back :)

(1.98k words, not proofread)

YOU WANDER AROUND THE APARTMENT in search of any entertainment, bored out of your mind. Today is a day-off for you, Eunseok and the production team. Which means that there are no cameras filming you for today, giving you the freedom of doing whatever it is you want to do.

The day went by quickly as you spent it on nothing but your phone; texting Seunghan who has somewhat become your new friend and scrolling through your social media.

It is during near your bedtime when you realise how unproductive you have been today. So you decide to put your phone away and wander around the apartment in search of anything to entertain you.

The sight of Eunseok setting up his phone in the living room stops you in your tracks when suddenly an idea comes up in your mind. Grinning to yourself, you walk up towards Eunseok on your tippy toes to surprise him.

Eunseok on the other hand isn't exactly cluless to your plan. He has his back facing you as he struggles to find a good angle where he can balance his phone while simultaneously move his hands freely. His front camera mirroring him. 

At the corner of the screen, Eunseok catches the sight of you creeping up on him, the mischievous glint in your eyes couldn't have been more obvious. Eunseok struggles to hold back a grin the more he sees you, finding you absolutely adorable.

"I can see you, you know? " He says with a laugh, his back still facing you.

You visibly stiffen for a few seconds, your lips falling into a soft pout and your eyes looking defeated. Eunseok observes you from the screen of his phone, the grin he is holding back now displayed in a toothy way.

"Do you want me to pretend I didn't see you the first time so that you can surprise me? " He suggests with a playful tone. Your pout deepen and it seems as if you don't appreciate his suggestion.

Eunseok's grin grows bigger if possible, finding you absolutely adorable when sulking.

"Come here, sit beside me. Don't think I haven't realised how you were basically pacing around the apartment for the past 15 minutes. " He says as he taps the empty spot beside him.

You don't hesitate to head over towards him and occupy both the spot beside him and his personal space as you lean forward on his arms. You then grab one of his arms and drapes it on your stomach, cocooning yourself into his warmth.

The small intimate act makes Eunseok lightheaded as butterflies erupt in his stomach. That must've been due to the amount of chocolate he has consumed today, mustn't it? 

Eunseok fail to even believe his own words the moment the tip of ears turns pink, making him slowly lose focus.

"What are you doing? " You ask your husband who has been fixing the position of his phone for the past few minutes, seemingly trying to find the perfect angle. You tilt your head up to meet Eunseok's gaze, unconsciously snuggling closer to him. "Are you trying to take a picture? Could've just asked me you know, I'm pretty good at taking pictures. "

Eunseok almost laugh at your assumption. If only you know the real reason he's setting up the camera, you would probably be frowning and asking him why. You probably will also have your eyebrows meet from an adorable frown.

"I'm gonna have a video call with my members, why? " He says softly, finally getting the angle he's looking for. He leans back on the couch and pulls you along with him. He's cautious though, fearing that you are able to hear his loud heartbeat if he pulls you in closer.

You say nothing as you scroll on your phone, giggling to yourself at a silly cat video on your TikTok For You page. You lightly tap on Eunseok's arm to show him the video, your giggles only getting louder as you keep on rewatching the video.

After the video replays for three times, you finally lift your head up to take a look at Eunseok's reaction. Surprise overtakes your body when you catch Eunseok staring into your eyes.

He doesn't stop— no, he continues to stare at you even when he gets caught in the headlights.

Your cheeks grow warm. You want to look away and bury your face in the pillow beside you, maybe you might even pretend he wasn't just staring at you. However, you somehow just cannot take your eyes off of him.

The same thing goes for Eunseok.

A vibration from your phone causes you to look away from him. You fish put the small device from your back pocket and check the notification. Seunghan has sent you a message.

hannie ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

eunseok is about to beat my ass via discord Pls help me. 🙏

Your eyes narrow at the text message, a confused hum escaping your mouth. Eunseok takes note of the sound and glances at your phone. He immediately sees the text message sent from Seunghan.

You know Eunseok is watching your screen so you simply turn to look at him. "What does he mean by this? " You tilt your head, confused. 

Eunseok opens his mouth to answer but he struggles to find the right words for it that won't make him sound insane. You tilt your head further and Eunseok finds himself getting distracted by your beauty.

You look so adorable from this angle, he thinks. The position is perfect. He has your back pressed against his chest as his right arm rests on your shoulders. Your rounded eyes looking straight into his. The smell of your sweet body lotion invades his nose and he loves it so much. Most importantly, the warmth of your body provides comfort to him— like a soft blanket on a chilly autumn evening.

A loud ringing sound coming from Eunseok's phone causes the both of you to break the eye contact. Eunseok hesitates but the sound is too loud to his liking.

He looks at the phone he has just set up snd see an upcoming discord video call from 'RIZZLERSSS 😏🔥'. He sighs deeply, reaching out to decline the call. However you stop him, asking him if it's Riize's discord server.

"Are your members in there? " Your eyes sparkles when you turn to look at Eunseok again. He hesitates a bit but eventually mutters a small yes. You gasp, your body turning around to face his as your left hand touches his right shoulder. "Can I talk to them, please? "

Eunseok wants to decline, knowing the true nature of the video call. However the sparkles in your eyes are just too captivating. Actually, it might be your touch on his shoulder because he swears he can feel himself getting hypnotised. He can't say no to you anymore.

"Of course. " His smile crooks as the words leave his mouth, yet he presses on the accept call button, putting both of you in the call.

"No we can't cancel this, how else am I supposed to see you guys e-fighting? " Sungchan says to Seunghan who is trying to convince everyone to leave the call.

They continue to bicker for a little while until Wonbin points out the small screen with you and Eunseok inside. "Is that Eunseok— and Y/n? " He says, confused.

You give him a little wave along with a smile. Unmuting the mic, you greet them excitedly. "Hi everyone. Hi Seunghan! " You wave a little more enthusiastically at Seunghan, missing the way Eunseok's eyes narrows at it. The rest of the members looking uneasy, especially Seunghan.

"Where's Sohee? " Anton asks, trying to break the ice. Everyone only realising then that one of their maknaes are missing. Shotaro shrugs, "Probably blowing up the toilet. I saw him eating the 2x spicy buldak for dinner. "

The call is silent for a few seconds. No one knowing what to say. Normally, their call has never been silent. However, the presence of you makes a few of them shuffle in their seats awkwardly.

"You know what fuck this. " Sungchan says before clapping his hands. "Welcome everyone— and Y/n— to the fight of Eunseok and Seunghan! "

You frown in confusion, your body turning back around to face Eunseok. "What do you mean fight? You're gonna fight Seunghan? How, virtually? " 

Eunseok's body tenses for a moment, his eyes not meeting yours. Instead, he looks over to his members over the call and sends a help signal through his eyes.

Sungchan chuckles awkwardly, his hand rubbing his nape. "Well Y/n, Eunseok here is super jealous of Seunghan for getting your attention so we, as per his request, set up this call for them to fight! " He ends his speech with a toothy grin.

"Is this what this is about Eunseok, you're jealous? " Your tone unbelievable at the newly found information. "Is this why you were grumpy this morning? " A chuckle leaving your lips this time.

Eunseok finally looks down on you and nods sheepishly, his lips pursed together. "I mean, I'm your husband and this is supposed to be our honeymoon yet you're giving Seunghan all the attention. "

You laugh louder this time, the sound of it resonating within the four walls of your living room. "So you're telling me you did all this just because you were upset I didn't give you my attention? Oh Eunseok... " 

Your eyes look at him with sympathy but your lips are teasing him with a smile. "You're so cute when you're jealous. Now tell me, what do I have to do for you to stop jumping on Seunghan? " Your hands reach up to pinch on his naturally flushed cheeks.

"Follow me on twitter. " Eunseok mumbles quietly, embarrassed at his own request. You tilt your head, not catching his words. "What did you say? "

Eunseok turns his head away from you, refusing to look into your eyes as he repeats his words louder, "Follow me on twitter. "

Did you hear that right? There's no way Eunseok is telling you to follow him on Twitter only because he's jealous with Seunghan. You must've been hearing things wrong and it seems as if everyone else are thinking the same.

"Eunseok be so fucking for real. " Seunghan is the first one to break the awkward silence. One nasty look from Eunseok is enough to shut him up.

"Okay guys, not too much on Eunseok, he's just jealous. " You defend, surpassing a smile. Eunseok opens his mouth in protest but gets cut off by you, "Now if you guys don't mind, we will be leaving the call because apparently my super jealous husband wants me to follow him on Twitter. Bye! "

The small screen that belongs to you and Eunseok disappears the moment you leave the call. You laugh and pinch Eunseok's cheek after you press the 'follow' button on his account. 

"You're so silly sometimes. " You say, your nose scrunching as a result of you smiling a little bit too hard. Eunseok can't help himself from grinning like an idiot, shamelessly admiring how pretty you look like when you smile.

"Yeah, I guess I kinda am. " He replies with flushed cheeks.

On the other side, a beat of silence passes by after you leave the meeting. The members look at each other in confusion until Shotaro speaks up for the first time that night, "What the fuck. "

Sohee, who joins the meeting late as a result of him blowing up the toilet looks at everyone in confusion. "Where's Eunseok? Why are you guys so quiet? " He asks.

Sumgchan shakes his head, still stunned, "I don't know either man. "

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[lego-monkie-enjoyer]

So I've had a Shadowpeach proposal idea swimming around in my head for a while, and I felt like I just NEEDED to get it out there...

Obviously, by this point, Macaque is more than okay with being around Wukong. They've hung out as more than friends before this, but little does he know, this time is different.

Now I haven't thought of any of the minor details, but what if Macaque wakes up one day and finds a messily-scrawled note from Wukong that basically says "MEET ME AT THUH TOP OF FLOWR FRUT MOUNTIN AT 7", and Macaque chuckles, as he's grown fond of decoding Wukong-ese.

He does his usual stuff, sitting around watching musicals, writing new scripts for plays, maybe a bit of shopping at the local farmer's market, YADAYADAYADA

SO BASICALLY MACAQUE GOES TO FFM AFTER A DAY FULL OF WONDERING WTF HIS FAVORITE DORK IS UP TO, AND WHEN HE GETS THERE, HE'S LIKE WTF BECAUSE there's little fairy lights strung up around a lump-

Are those pillows and blankets…? His ears twitch, and he hears someone approach from behind. It's Wukong.

Wukong's like "Dang, I didn't think you would show up, BUT YIPPEE, anyway-"

They eat dinner (Wukong just picked up noodles from Pigsy's because he's cheap they're Macaque's favorite)

And by the time they're done eating and laughing about stupid shit, the sun has long since set, and the stars are out.

Something, something, they're laying down, and Wukong looks up at the moon, and then at Macaque, his moon HEHEHEHE

Then he asks Macaque what he thinks about the idea of spending eternity with someone…

Macaque thinks Wukong is fucking with him, so he huffs out a laugh and rolls over to face Wukong, ready to snap back with one of his famous snarky remarks, but-

But Wukong is looking at him with such love and sincerity, that he literally has to bite his tongue and do a double-take because what the fuck is going on? Is he dreaming? No… it hurt when he bit himself… What-?

Macaque thinks��� and thinks some more… and finally…

"I wouldn't mind if my eternity was spent with yours…"

Wukong looks at him, smiling with tears in his eyes, and pulls an immortal peach out from under one of the blankets and Macaque's eyes go WIDE AS HE'S STILL PROCESSING THE WORDS THAT JUST CAME OUT OF HIS MOUTH.

And

And

And then

HEHEHEHE

Wukong takes a bite of the peach, and for a second, Macaque gives him a 'what the fuck' look, because he's already immortal a bajillion times over, why does he need- Oh…

Wukong is kissing him… With the piece of peach still in his mouth… He wants Macaque to take it from him…

ERM… SO I'VE NEVER BEEN GOOD AT ENDINGS, AND I THINK IT'S REALLY COOL WHEN FIC AUTHORS LET THE READERS DECIDE HOW IT ENDS (Totally not because I genuinely don't know how to end this, or anything...)

SO

SO

EHEHEHE

WHAT THE SIGMA

ANYWAY, I'M STILL FREAKING OUT ABOUT THE PEACH TRANSFER IDEA, THAT'S LITERALLY SO GAY WHAT THE FUCK WAS I ON?? 😭😭😭

[pushspacetocontinue]

"It came back to, to bite him," Russell said, before he chuckled a quiet genuine one of amusement, "He, he was so, so pissed when, when he found out. But there, there was, there was nothing he could do about it. It was, it was my legal property as soon, as soon as, as soon as we signed those papers, and, and because of, of that, it was with-within my right to do, to do what-whatever I wanted with. with it, which, which included handing over ownership to, to you."

Russell then smiled and nodded at Lucien and Rook.

"And, and you're both gonna, gonna keep on going and, and thriving and, and living your, your paths," Russell said, "I'm, I'm real, real proud of you."

"Yeah, me too. It's not always easy doing that stuff when you haven't had a good start," Travis said, "So I think it's great that you seem to be doing wonderfully, and you're going to beat this skid too."

Simon only nodded. He felt that there wasn't much he could add on the matter that hadn't been said already.

"Now, isn't that sweet. Working hard to bake," Travis said, smirking a little at the Twins.

"That's for us to know and for you to never find out," Bill said, grinning then, and poking at one of the tips of his fangs with his tongue, "And as Erica said, you can earn it back at the very least."

Leofric briefly tilted his head at the sound, much like a dog trying to understand better. It seemed Willow was indeed having fun, while Ratchet was very much not.

"I suppose that would be useful," Leofric agreed, with a brief nod.

Russell took a notepad and a pen from his jacket then, deciding he wasn't going to waste this opportunity to give some information.

"Right, get talking, Timmy and Tommy," Bill instructed.

"That's exactly it." Rook confirmed, "The funny thing is that everybody told him not to buy the whole thing. But he wanted that to be my office, you know. He thought that saying 'pretty please' would finally get me to work for him."

"Fathers can be persistent like that." Lucien said, giving a solemn nod.

"But we got away, uh?" Rook replied. Lucien nodded in return and the two fist bumped.

Smokey meowed softly, happy with the scritches. In fact, he was so happy he started making biscuits, much to the dismay of the Twins.

"Yes, you can kill us. So could anybody with a gun-"

"-or a particularly dedicated duck."

"What did you do to the car?" they added.

The two crossed their arms, not caring about Bill's, nor Erica's threats. It was no secret that they were quite jealous of their chosen ride. But that aside, they needed it to work and they definitely didn't want to sit on scratched seats.

"I think we hit them where it hurts." Erica pointed at the very hostile looks on the mercs' faces, "Yeah. Be nice and maybe you'll get it back."

She didn't care to hear what the two had to say about it. The elf's ears perked up as Ratchet screamed once again. While that was a common occurrence by now, it was followed by Willow's distant laughing.

"They're having fun." Erica made her way to the board and drew a small square on the bottom right corner so they could start a third count, "Hey, why don't we ask these guys about their friends' powers and stuff? It could be useful."

It wasn't like the Twins had anything better to do.

[rei-ismyname]

At the risk of sounding superficial, what is your favorite outfit from the Hellfire Gala? Cyclops' black outfit with the red crystal between his eyes is wonderful to me

Hey, thanks for the ask! Took me a while to actually decide on my answer because there's so many bangers. I will say I don't think it's superficial to enjoy fashion at all, especially not in this context.

I do love that Cyclops outfit, especially contrasted against his other Gala efforts. If I was listing my favourites I'd probably give it an honourable mention. I love the departure from his usual colour scheme/s as well as being a callback to his revolutionary era costume. You can't really go wrong with all black, and Jumbo Carnation's influence will be missed. The Luciano Vecchio sketch is rough, but I dig how it breaks down the what and the why.

I haven't been able to find a proper image of Nightcrawler's outfit from the first Hellfire Gala but that's my favourite.

This is the highest resolution I could get my hands on, but it doesn't show his cane at all and his boots are obscured too. I feel like he's taking the opportunity to express his inner pirate cross swashbuckler and it's particularly moving considering Kurt's history with how he looks. Him getting to lean into who he is and how he wants to be seen is just fantastic, and while it is a banger of an outfit, not everyone could pull it off.

This gives a better idea of what the outfit looks like, though I apologise for the poor quality. I love asymmetry and I love capes.

[shiba-sketch]

Under the Mask (Capitano)

This post contains spoilers for the most recent archon quest, Natlan, and Capitano.

FIRST OFF, making the disclaimer I'm a fan of "faceless" Capitano, as hiding his face kind of ups the "horrific" factor. That said, I'm an artist and I want to draw the beloved as accurately as possible...and I can't do that if I can't see his face!

So, I decided to do some digging to try and figure it out what it looks like. We do have SOME visual clues and descriptions to give us an idea in the game, so this is what I based it off of.

First, looking at Capitano himself, we can clearly see that his facial features are still intact (his nose/lips by the silhouette), which means his nose and lips haven't decayed in the way a corpse's would.

(Let's set aside how silly his mask is, the power of anime makes him able to see+obscures his entire face from view)

So...how disfigured is he, to the point it makes Traveler make a face like this?

Well...he's not a hillichurl. He seems to be a pure-blooded Khaenri'ahn, which would make his decay similar to Dainslief and Pierro.

However, there's really nothing that intimidating about this.

But, Capitano's decay is far more advanced than Dainslief's. We know purebloods don't become Hillichurls, but I thought perhaps the curse was similar. Hillichurls are described as having skin covered in ulcers...which immediately made me think of Deadpool of all things.

I looked up images of Deadpool (from the comics, not the live action), and in some renditions of his face, his nose and lips are still intact (albeit still scarred).

I originally was going to just put lines on top of the mottled skin kind of just like markings on Dain's arm, but then I got the idea to make them split apart, sort of like cracks. Like the ulcers in his skin are slowly breaking apart, letting abyssal energy out of his body, since his flesh literally cannot contain his immortal soul. Maybe I'll work on it more visually, because the cracks and open sores could reveal a sparkly, glowy skeleton or something cool underneath...

I also thought maybe the cracks look like Ronova?

Anyway take my offering, I tried.

Stay strong comrades, our King will come home!!

[captainsamuelmorrigan]

Poolverine NSFW [mentions & talking about sex acts]

Logan isn't exactly 'secretive' about his sex life. He just thinks everyone is a little too blasé about revealing details about their private life. Call him old-fashioned, but he is perfectly happy to keep his experiences between him and his lovers.

Of course, Wade has to poke the bear, or rather, the Wolverine. He's desperate to know what over 200 years of trudging through the world as a hunka-hunka burning love produces in the bumping uglies department. What kind of kinky shenanigans could a mutant Edward Scissorhands get up to? And that healing factor? That meant all-nighters to him.

"Peanut, have you ever heard of 'pegging?'" Wade leans over the couch, encroaching Logan's personal space in a way that would be concerning if Althea hadn't made a rule about drawing blood in the tiny apartment.

Logan nods, not looking up from his book. "Yeah."

Wade fist pumps. "Someone in some universe owes someone five bucks for that one. Hell yeah, feminist king. Have you ever tried it?"

"Why do you care?" He licks his finger before turning to the next page.

"I'm curious like a cat, Wolvie-bear. Except satisfaction has nothing to do with me coming back. Who was the lucky girl?"

"I'm going to stop talking now. I suggest you do too." Logan remarks with a flash of his middle claw.

Several days pass before Wade brings up something like that again. Waltzing into Logan's room, an interdimensional add-on that was part of the perks from the TVA.

"So, Babygirl, do you pitch or catch?" Wade mimes the baseball gestures. "Are you more of a gun or a holster? Gifted or receiver? One or a zer-"

"Depends on the person."

"Ooooh~, look at you using gender-neutral language. What makes you decide?"

Logan closes his laptop with a sigh. "Bub, listen, I really don't talk about this stuff with people I'm not sleeping with. It's nothing personal, I just really prefer not to get a reputation."

"So if I blow you, I can ask about the past of the X Mansion pass around party bottom? Deal." Wade starts in on Logan dramatically.

"I'm not that easy, Bub. We may have had some moments in the car, but I'm not a cheap date. You haven't even told me about your past."

"I've joked about Scout Master Kevin many times!" Wade flops ontp the bed, jostling Logan a bit.

"That shit doesn't count, and you know it. You haven't mentioned anything to me that wasn't horribly traumatic. I'm starting to think you don't even like sex." He teases lightly.

Wade shouts. "How dare you! Vanessa and I had a great sex life." He drives his pointer finger into Logan's chest.

Logan bats it away, rolling his eyes. "I never hear about it."

"Well, that's..."

He looks at Wade, meeting his eyes. "Bub, I'm perfectly happy to talk about this kind of thing, but I need you to start taking it seriously. I'm not entirely sure you have taken anything seriously, but I'd like to know what you're into in a way that isn't you joking about mortal wounds giving you a stiffy."

"That one is only half a joke." Wade mumbles, smiling nervously at him.

"After the Honda, I know, Bub."

They begin to have more serious conversations over the next few weeks. Wade opens up about some of the things he's done, with Vanessa, past girls, and even a few guys. It takes a while of Wade being vulnerable, for real this time, but eventually, he starts to get some information out of the Wolverine.

Wade sidles up to Logan on the couch. "Okay, so, who introduced you to pegging? I have to know? I told you about Vanessa wanting to try it out." He waits with baited breath, hoping he's done enough to earn Logan's trust on this.

Logan raises an eyebrow. "Clarification, are we talking strictly about a cis woman using a prosthetic, or are we including trans women using their own?"

"Great question, let's say the store-bought kind."

"I think I heard about it from a couple of bra-burning girls in the 70s? Tried it out with one of them, probably around 78'. It was pretty okay. I think it got a lot better around the early aughts."

"And Jean?"

"Oh, you wanted specifics? Not there yet, Bub." He pats Wade's leg before getting up to go to the kitchen. His hips swinging just a bit more to add a sassy emphasis.

"Logie-bear! Wolvie! Peanut! C'moooonn!! I've been a good boy!" He begs.

Wade begins to plan date nights. Logan said he wasn't a cheap date, so Wade's going to make sure he feels respected. Wade even breaks out the second-cheapest wine from the nearest liquor store. The good stuff. He makes a full meal twice a week. He even brings home some yellow roses for Logan.

One night, over dressed-up ramen, Logan looks at Wade with something hungry in his eyes.

"Jean used to peg me while Scott watched. It was a whole thing."

"You're fucking kidding."

"Nah, I'd take it, then he'd take it from both of us. Plus, with Jean's powers..." He whistles. "We'd all feel what the others were feeling. It was some of the best sex I've ever had."

Wade barks out a laugh, shaking his head. "Are the rumors true? Were you really doing everyone on the team?"

Logan smirks. "Well, there were teenagers on the team, so obviously not everyone, but it was a pretty good possibility if they liked men."

Wade squeals like a teenage girl, lightly kicking his feet before leaning in closer. "And what about Ororo? That must've been crazy."

Logan shrugged. "She didn't like having her private life gossiped about, so we're gonna skip that one, Bub."

Wade nods. "Kurt? Hank? Anyone else?"

Logan thinks for a moment. "Kurt was a bit young for me. Hank was a little stuck up, but if we both had a few drinks in us, he was likely to want some action. They all..." He pauses, that deep frown that furrowed his fuzzy brow taking over his expression, something internally catching his attention. "Well, y'know."

Wade's shoulders sag as the weight of the loss that this Logan had suffered pulled at him. "Oh man, Logan, I'm so sorry."

Logan shakes his head, getting up to go to the kitchen and grabbing a beer, ending that conversation. He stays quiet, with that far away look in his eye. He goes to bed early. Wade worries late into the night. If he still had hair, he swears most of it would've been pulled out by morning.

The next day, Wade makes breakfast. Plenty of greasy sausage, just like they both liked it. Eggs were placed in such a way that the sausage smiled up at a groggy Wolverine. "Morning Sunshine, the Earth says, 'Hello!'"

Logan hums in acknowledgment.

"I was thinking about our conversation from last night." Wade worries the hem on his 'Suck the Chef' apron between his fingers. "I... I'm sorry if I brought up anything too painful. Really, I am. We don't have to talk about your sex life anymore if you don't want to."

"That wasn't your fault." Logan puts his silverware down, wiping his mouth before looking up at Wade. "I wanted to tell you."

"You said you didn't usually talk about your sex life to people you weren't bumpin-"

"If you call it 'bumping uglies' one more time, I'm going to break Althea's 'no blood' rule, I swear to God." He flashes his slowly protruding claws at Wade.

"Noted. My point is, we're not doing anything physical, though. You said you only talked about that with people you were physical with."

Logan shrugs. "I was planning on being physical with you. I just got cold feet when I realized that would've been the first time with someone I cared about since the X-Men."

Wade slides into the chair next to Logan. "Peanut... yeah, that totally makes sense. Besides some really poor choices, you would've been my first since Vanessa."

Logan sighs. "A breakup ain't the same as dyin, Bub."

"No, not at all. I'm just saying that that was still a raw spot for me. You waited until I was ready to talk about it, and you were patient. Even though you've got the most rockin' bod I've ever seen, I'm not trying to jump your bones if you're not into it too, Wolvie. We could just be roommates forever, and that's fine." He puts his hand on Logan's shoulder.

Logan huffs out a laugh. "I'm certainly not saying never. I've got needs, Mouth."

Wade pulls his apron off his lap a bit to hide his rapidly growing erection. He squeaks out a "That's fine too," before fist pumping once again. "Also, calling me 'Mouth?' You're gonna have to do that again once sexy things have started."

Logan laughs. "It's a date."

[stray-tim]

Some extra Infos for anons who want to torment this little bean >:3

- His parents are still alive (Butterfly effect is working hard in this AU)- His parents did disown him for getting adopted by Selina and haven't talked to him directly since.

- He changed his name after 1 year, because the press was relentless with showing up whenever the name Timothy Jackson Drake was put down anywhere.

- He tried to contact his parents a few times in this first year, but was either ignored or belittled for his efforts.

- He and Jason (at the time still Robin) sunk the Batmobile in the river, after they took it out for a Joyride (Both Bat and Cat had been "preoccupied" and the boys were kinda pissed about it)

- He had a "phase" of staying up far too long + consuming worrisome amounts of energy drinks. This habit resurfaces when he is extremely stressed out. This does mess heavily with his nap schedule, that he has to help with his narcolepsy.

- He became Stray at 8 ½, after Catwoman couldn't persuade him to stay home and stop stalking the Bat's. Training him in basic survival skills for his stalking hobby, somehow evolved into him becoming her sidekick.

- He does not know what exactly happened to Jason, only that Robin didn't go out for a long time and that Jason was also missing school for months. After that Jason only showed up sporadically as Robin, until he stopped with his enrollment in Metropolis U. Now when he joins the other heroes from time to time, he always uses a new costume, confusing the villains and rogues. The others started to call him "Nameless", since he didn't give himself a name.

- He did date Stephanie for a short while, but both of them decided that they worked better as friends.

- Stephanie's Robin run was a bit longer, since it was really meant as training in this universe. She did go back to Spoiler after a year.

- The current Robin is Damian, who he sometimes can bond with, since Tim never was Robin and that they both like to talk about cats.

- Tim also likes to sometimes join other villains as a temporary sidekick. Manly the Riddler, Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy.

- Tim is a bit more morally grey. When he helps with rescuing people, there is a chance that he will leave people behind who he knows are bad/irredeemable (This is talking about a single incident, where he left behind a father in a burning building and rescued his two kids, because he knew that he was actively molesting them. He also closed every door on his way outside.)

- Bitey did wipe his memories of an incident once, when he ate a man in front of him and Tim had (understandably) a panic attack.

- He had a problem with overly protective Stalking, that he has been working on.

- He is in therapy, since his Mom wanted him to process the adoption healthy and is still going now.

- Bruce helped Selina with suing the Drake's, since they didn't answer the emails she or her lawyers sent. They only came back to Gotham, after Bruce Wayne's lawyers took over the case.

- Tim's parents gave up custody, when the case started to gain attention from the public to save face.

(I think this is everything? I'll add more at some point ^^)

Character Info:

Stray is 19 year old Tim Kyle - formerly known as Timothy Jackson Drake - who was adopted by Selina Kyle/Catwoman as a almost 10-year-old. The inccident in Ethiopia didn't end with anyone dead, which is why he never became a Robin. He is in a relationship with his universes Bernard ( @basically-bernard ).

He was thrown into this Dimension via cursed Amulet and has found his way back home, via a stable portal that he and others now use to switch between these two universes.

He sees Jacyn ( @jacynkaplanbrake ) as a brother, even tho things aren't too healthy between the two.

Batkid ( @batkid-from-another-father ) is a younger Tim, that he also sees as his little brother.

Duke ( @irl-batsignal ) is also a brother and good friend for him.

Thomas ( @toddlerofgotham ) has started to grow on him and has also become something like a little brother to him (or more likely like his own kid).

He also got adopted by Bitey ( @bite-anon ) somehow. Sometimes he lives with him and other times with the Selina from this universe ( @selinakyl-ee )

The Harley ( @harleenquinntime ) of this universe also got the Aunt title, which in return makes her daughter ( @luluquinn ) his little cousin.

Another close friend is Liminals ( @l1m1n4ls ), who have helped him and Duke once before to escape from DreamCorps ( @dreamcorpsinc ) who are now back, bringing trouble once more.

I'll add to this as the story progresses and I'm sorry for the late introduction and all the tags ^^"

Credit: @/cosmicpoutine here on Tumblr for the lovely art!

[bugisastranger]

a/n: prompt once again from @scealaiscoite | i haven't written for steve rogers (or watched any of his movies) since like 2021 so this is all off memory. third installment of my valentine's day series <3

"you're telling me you really have nowhere better to be than here today?"

steve says as the elevator doors open, taking a few steps forward. he turns, about to reach for the button, when he realizes you're going to the same floor.

"you're here, too. i don't wanna hear it."

"yeah, well.. i'm still figuring all this out," steve says, his smirk barely noticeable. he leans against the wall of the elevator, which suddenly feels smaller than you'd remembered.

"is that what you've been doing?" you couldn't remember the last time steve mentioned seeing someone, if he ever had.

"yes."

you hum in response, letting his answer settle into the silence. and then you think... "i could teach you." that's not the right thing to say, is it? "sorry, i meant—i meant that i could be like a consultant. help you out. plenty of girls must be fawning over captain america."

steve scoffs. "that's the problem, though. isn't it? i'm just a guy." the elevator doors open with a ding and he waits for you to exit first. "i appreciate the offer."

he walks down the hallway beside you, and you start to realize this is the most you've ever really talked to steve about himself. "i'm sure someone can look past the red, white, and blue."

"can you?" he counters, holding open the glass door for you. it's a serious question, but he asks it like he already knows the answer—that you can't.

"sure, i can."

steve stops, grabbing your arm lightly to make you look up at him. "okay. what do you see?" you see that his hair is blonder than you remember. you see all the details in his eyes, the different shades of blue.

"i see a guy," you say. he drops his hand from your arm, smiling and looking to the side.

"touché."

you remember what you're here for, to work. but steve seems stuck in this conversation, so you are too. it's not unfamiliar that you're so drawn to him, but there's something more today, like he's magnetic. "what do you see in me?"

there's an almost awkward silence as he looks at you, almost studying your features. it's clear that he's thinking something, that he has a real answer, but he says, "a romance consultant."

"wow. that's all?" you chuckle, leaning against the wall.

"no, i..." he starts. his hands move from his pockets up to his hips, and it seems like he's trying to decide whether or not to continue. then, he catches your eyes, and that seems to make the decision for him. "i see someone too good to be spending valentine's day alone."

"well, you're here. i'm not exactly alone."

"you know that's not what i meant."

"i know. i'm just saying, i don't have to be. alone, i mean."

"i don't have flowers or anything." it almost sounds like an apology, like he should've foreseen this, even if there was no way to.

"that's okay. your company is enough."

"you should be getting flowers." he takes a step closer. "and chocolate." and he takes another step. "and... i don't know, what do people do on valentine's day? go to dinner? get jewelry?"

"they kiss."

"is that what you want?"

you nod, and steve throws caution to the wind. before you can blink, one of his hands is on your waist, the other holding the side of your head. he doesn't give you an opportunity to reconsider, his lips are pressed against yours like he's been waiting a lifetime for this moment. when he pulls away, it feels like you'd been kissing for ages, but then it feels like you'd only been kissing for seconds. his breathing is labored, and you can see red in his cheeks.

"was that your first kiss since 1945?"

"i'm not answering that."

"oh, come on," you pester, bringing your hand up to the side of his face, which seems to do the trick.

"yes."

"really?"

"yes, really."

"it didn't seem like it."

"well, i guess if you put enough heart into something you can fool anyone." his words make your heart practically soar out of your chest. 'if you put enough heart into something'. you wonder if he planned for that to sound the way it did. you could feel his passion in the kiss, but to hear him imply that it actually means something to him is something else entirely.

"although, now that you mention it... maybe i could tell. kiss me again?"

"i will, but that is so corny."

[tpwk-formula1]

Hypnotism and Himbofication that leads to Face Fucking by paul aron (mlm plz)

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AN: AHHHH! This is the first official MxM I am adding to my blog other than in threesomes and I am so excited! I have seen you sending in requests and I'm so glad I can fulfill this one so soon! If anyone has any advice on how to make a better mlm fic please don't hesitate to message me!

I am warning you right now... Your girl has no idea how to hypnotize someone so please just ignore that if it's completely wrong... just read for enjoyment not life lessons!

TW: MDNI 18+ Hypnosis. Himbofication

WC: 1K

Y/N POV

"Come on Paul, this a stupid idea," I say while allowing my body to relax into the couch.

"Just believe it'll work!" Paul says while pinching my inner thigh clearly annoyed with my negative attitude.

For the next hour I allow myself to relax into Paul's words and hypnosis technics he had learned while doing 'extensive' research. I'm not entirely sure but I follow along with the words he's been saying.

Paul's POV

I watch as Y/N start to relax his body into my words. I briefly mentioned the idea to him awhile ago and when he kind of laughed the idea off I decided to do some more research and after months I finally feel comfortable in my abilities.

When I finally put Y/N into a haze I do a few tests to see if I have officially put him into his trance.

"When you wake up every time I clap my hands you'll be on your knees begging for me," I say being serious but also still not fully convinced this would work.

Y/N POV

It's been a few days since Paul did his hypnosis and I haven't noticed anything different which just kind of makes me laugh knowing I was right this whole time.

When we are sitting on the couch relaxing for the night Paul claps his hands a few times and before I can even question it I'm instantly moving my body onto my knees and in-between his thighs.

"Such a good boy," Paul says with a small smirk playing on his lips. I instantly start tugging and pawing at the crotch of his sweats trying to free his already hardening cock.

"Please," I whine when I notice Paul isn't helping me get to his hard cock.

"Paul, please," I whine further tugging a bit harder at the waistband of the sweats.

When Paul finally shifts his hips letting me pull his sweats down I take it as my chance to pull his boxers down as well. When his hard cock springs free I instantly grasp his cock into my hand making him hiss at the contact.

I look up at him waiting for him to give me permission and as soon as he nods his head in approve I'm instantly pull his hardening cock into my mouth moaning as soon as his tip touches my tongue.

When I look up to to find Paul's eyes I can see him already watching me with a soft smirk playing on his lips.

"Being such a good boy for me," Paul comments making me whimper under his praise before I pull more of his cock into my mouth feeling the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat making me gag slightly.

I start bobbing my head while using my hand on the rest of his length. The more I get into it the more I'm losing myself in giving Paul pleasure.

"Come here," Paul grunts out while tugging my hair trying to pull me up.

"No," I whine trying to pull my head down in a weak attempt to keep my mouth around his cock.

"Wanna keep being my good boy," Paul asks in a stern voice making he look up at him with a soft whimper.

"Come ride me," Paul tells me while giving my hair one final tug bringing me up to my feet and letting him help me pull my clothes off.

Once I was naked I instantly climb into Paul's lap clinging myself to his neck almost instantly.

"What's got you so needy?" Paul teases while he uses two of his fingers to tease my ass.

"More," I gasp when he pushes his two fingers all the way into my ass trying to prep me to take his cock.

"Been such a good boy for me," Paul comments while slowly starting to fuck my ass with his fingers.

"Paul, please, want you to fuck me," I whine while jerking his cock faster trying to pull myself further into his lap so I can line his cock up with my needy hole.

"What's gotten into you?" Paul teases while pulling his finger from my ass and helping me line his throbbing cock up with my greedy ass before letting me sink down on his cock with a whimper falling from my lips.

"So good," I cry when I feel my ass bottom out on his cock. When I slowly start rocking my hips trying to build a rythem I feel Paul's hand wrap around my hard cock giving it a soft jerk.

"Fuck," I cry out in a loud whimper feeling Paul slowly start to build pace with his jerking as I build pace in riding his cock.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I cry in a broke chant feeling myself crawling closer and closer to my release.

"Gonna cum for me?" Paul asks in a teasing voice while he speeds up his motions on my cock making me cry out feeling myself close to falling over the edge.

"Please," I whimper while clenching my ass around his cock trying to coax him closer to the edge so we can cum together.

"Cum for me," Paul grunts while fucking his hips up into my ass harder throwing me over the edge almost instantly cumming all over both Paul and I's bare chests, while I feel his cock twitch in my ass before I start to feel him spill his cum deep into my ass.

"Fuck!" Paul grunts out as his hips tense and relax a few more times as he is fucking us through our orgasms.

Paul dips a fingers into my cum that's coating his lower belly before offering me a taste. As soon as my lips are wrapped around his finger he pulls his finger out of my mouth and tugs me down to place a chaste kiss on my lips.

"Such a good boy for me," Paul whisper into my ear making me moan softly under the praise.

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The end!

I did my best... I definitely need to work on bimbofication/ himbofication but for the first time I'm proud of the subtleness I brought to the story! I really hope you enjoy and PLEASE keep on requesting! I'm having so much fun with these.

[factual-fantasy]

Heya Factual! Hope things are going as good as they can on your end! Sorry it's been a bit since my last Ask, I got sick AGAIN and have been out of commission for a while now. But at last I have returned! Sorry to see your still having some technical troubles- really hoping you can figure it all out!

Also, I wanted to thank you! While I was sick, inspired by your art, I decided to give Sky a try on mobile (just got a new phone), and while I'm still super early in the game, it seems really cool! I'm not sure how linear the game is, but I figured I'd ask, as a veteran, do you have any advice or pointers for a beginner? Anything of interest I should check out or invest in? (Oh, and also, sorry about the color swap disappointments, sounds like a real bummer!)

And lastly, unrelated, I really liked the Pomni and Gummigoo art you did a few days back! I really like both of them together, and would love to see more of their story later down the road! Though I was wondering, you mentioned Max and Chad both stuck around in your AU too! Any cool redesign or story ideas for those two? Do they stick with Gummigoo, or have they branched out over time into the other friend groups?

(Color swap disappointment post) (Pomni and Gummigoo post)

Hello! Oof, sorry to hear that you got sick again <:(( But I'm glad you seem to be feeling better! As for my tech issues I have gotten a new chord for my tablet and have downloaded a fresh FireAlpaca. So far none of the screen glitches have come back and FireAlpaca is working perfectly! :))

Also thank you! :DD I'm glad you liked it!! :}} And while Chad's ref sheet is done, Max's is still in the sketch stage. I just haven't gotten around to finishing him <:/

Now their friend groups.. I was thinking that not many circus goers really vibe with NPCs all that much. So the number of people who they can make genuine friendships with is limited.. that being said I think Chad and Max would find a solid friendships with Gangle and maybe Zibble and uhhh... Ms. Wiggles..? Maybe? :0

Gangle has a soft spot for NPCs thanks to Bella and respects them more than others. So out of the 3 I think their friendships would be strongest with her.

Now sky.. ohhh boy prepare for a wall of text <XDD (Note there is a little spoiler for something in Golden Wasteland!)

Alrighty, so when I got this ask I sat down and made a list of every little nugget of sky advice I could possibly think of. Until eventually I took a step back and realized that a lot of it wasn't really solid advice or pointers <XDD so I cut the list down into somethings that I either wish a veteran would have taught me when I was a moth. Or things I found out too late and missed out on something or anything like that. Plus some advice I've tired really hard to beat into other moths heads for their own good but they never understand me in game <XDD

First off. Seasons, reoccurring events and non reoccurring events. Its important to know the difference between the three for this advice.

Seasons are limited-time themed events that come with the option of purchasing an Season Pass, which allows players to access extra Cosmetics and Expressions during the Season in exchange for an in-game purchase.👇👇👇

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Special Events (also called Holiday Events). These are limited-time events introducing new cosmetics themed around real-life celebrations. Most Special Events recur annually. Some of these events take place in the Secret Area, accessible from the Vault of Knowledge. They are separate from, but may overlap with, Seasonal Events and Double Currency Events.👇👇👇

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Non-recurring Events (or Short Events). These events are special or unannounced events that do not repeat or return due to their special characteristics. This list also includes events that have not been confirmed to return nor have a history of recurrence.👇👇👇

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Alrighty, got that all processed? I hope so <XD Now onto my advice.

1: Collaborative in app purchase items (items you need to buy with real money) will never return. Let me explain.

In sky there is a reoccurring event made by sky called days of fortune. (Its basically a Chinese new year event) Its going on right now actually! :0 This event has come back once a year every year. And the cosmetics that you need to purchase with real money have come back every time too.

However, the Cinnamoroll collaborative event? That event and all of the items it brought with it will not reoccur.

You have to be careful and check every event and make sure its one that will return. If its a collab season like Cinnamoroll and you don't buy the items? They will vanish and you wont have the chance to buy them ever again :( I learned my lesson the hard way when I didn't buy the fox plush and the yellow scarf from season of the little prince years and years ago. 😔 Up to this point the little prince's in app purchase items have not returned since.

This goes for collaborative seasons as well. Season of the little prince, season of aurora and season of moomin, etc, will not have their in app purchase items return. Be careful to know which is which during the event/season so you don't regret anything!

Another note about non returning items: While individual spirits that you can relive the memories of, can return as traveling spirits once every 2 weeks.. any items that the guide of that season offers will be unavailable after the season ends. 👇👇👇

Also speaking of traveling spirits, here's some advice I had to figure out myself. As someone who has every single traveling spirit in the game? As long as you have 200 candles, 40 hearts and 20 ascended candles? You will be able to afford all the cosmetics from ANY traveling spirit that shows up. If you keep a nice candle run schedule this wont be too hard to keep up with!

Also note about traveling spirits. They can take a looong time to return. When I first started playing I bought out half the items a traveling spirit offered before he left. I knew he would come back so I wasn't upset. But it took 2 REAL LIFE YEARS. 2 WHOLE YEARS for him to FINALLY come back. So this is why I advise you be really careful with the 200🕯️,40💝 and 20🧨. It would suck a lot if a spirit showed up that you really liked!.. Only for you to not afford it and have to wait a year or two to see it again <XDD

Now currency. Sky tries to make out that ascended candles are the most valuable currency. This is a load of bologna. By far the most valuable and sought after currency is hearts. You can go and get ascended candles by yourself all you want. But hearts have to be given to you by other players in one way or another. Which makes them EXTREMELY hard to get for some people. My advice is to hoard those things like your life depends on it. Try to have a stock pile of at least 30 to prepare for any temporary and expensive items that may come your way. Don't go and blow them all on the home spirits like I did <XDD

Now candle runs.. a lot of players will tell you you have to do a candle run through the ENTIRE GAME to keep up with sky's bonkers prices. Which is sometimes true... However, I have recently discovered this candle run route on YouTube that has helped me loads! I modified it a little and don't do the turtle thing, but if you're worried about runs that take hours this could be very useful to you! About a week or soo of keeping up with it and I'm almost at 400 candles! :)))

Another thing I want to advise is the whole ultimate reward thing in the home constellations. (Random google images)

The game will tell you that if you ascend all the spirits in a realm constatation, that it'll unlock the "ultimate reward". Which is that question mark in the middle. Typically this means you just gotta buy every single item from every single spirit in that constellation and the reward will be unlocked.

THAT IS NOT THE CASE HERE!! You do NOT have to buy the VERY EXPENSIVE tier 2 capes that some spirits offer. Just everything else. So repeat you buy everything the spirits offer, but you DO NOT have to buy the super expensive tier 2 capes in order to unlock the ultimate reward. Save your hearts, you're welcome! XDD

Now the Golden Wasteland advice. As a veteran I NEED to teach you HOW to burn down this plant in wasteland.

This plant is in the last area before the temple in wasteland. Not to be confused with the GIANT PLANT that's in the area infested with Krill. This is the smaller one after it. And there has been DOZENS UPON DOZENS of times a moth has come by to help me burn it down and not known how to do it. I've sat there for 20 minutes each time trying DESPERATLY to communicate what order to burn the plant down but they never get it. So I shall teach you!

Hopefully that little comic got my point across! XD

Another word of advice is to check out nastymold on YouTube! She is a very sweet and soft spoken YouTuber that plays the beta version of sky. She gets all the updates early and makes short videos explaining everything you need to know about any events or seasons. If you're ever confused about anything or are afraid you may miss out on something in an event, just check out her channel! No doubt she's already covered it and explained it for you so you don't miss nothing!

Now my last word of advice for you is this. Take the game slow. Really soak up your moth days and take your time playing it.

Many veteran players are heartbroken that they let another veteran drag them through their moth days and didn't really get to explore or experience anything naturally for themselves. And other veterans just miss their moth days in general. When the game felt huge and there was so much to explore and so many things to save and grind for.

I don't think I'm like that personally, I'm way more relaxed as a veteran knowing I understand how the game works and I'm not missing out on anything. But I can understand missing those moth days feeling like a kid running around and seeing all the beautiful things for the first time.

So just take things nice and slow. Soak up the game at a nice pace. if there's an event that you'd like to partake in but don't understand it just watch nastymold. She always has a sweet little video that tells you all you need to know without really dampening your moth experience. You can only be a moth once.

Well that's all the actually practical advice I had on my list. I hope you find some use in this wall of text XDD thanks for reading and see you in the skies! 💞🕊️

[livesworthlivingau]

Lives Worth Living Chapter 36

ISAT and Two Hats spoilers below! CW: Mentions of Death, Fear of Mortality.

Gotta be honest, not suuuper happy about this chapter, but it's at a point where I'm okay with it and I just kinda need it out of the way so I can move on with the rest of the fic.

(Siffrin) |Isabeau|

"You... You died? Like really actually died?..." (Isa asked with a mortified look, bringing a hand up to cover his mouth as you explain the events of the last loop.)

"Y-Yeah... Vale saw me, just lying there... and I... I saw something weird after... something I'm scared might have been real." (You continue your story. You hated putting this burden on him, but having to explain this to everyone else would be too much for you to handle right now. You sit alone together in your tent once more as Vale went off to have a moment to themself before the bomb dropped.)

"Saw something? Like... like after you died?" (You respond with a hesitant nod.) "... Was that why you woke up like that?" (You nod again, taking a deep breath before you continue.)

"... I saw the island... I saw the King... I started to remember it all, everything... it all vanished when I woke up but... I didn't want it! I didn't want any of it! Not if it meant I'd lose all of you!" (You realize you've started shouting again a little too late, feeling tears pouring down your face again before Isa grips you in a tight hug to help calm you.)

"Shhhh, it's okay Sif. It's gone, we're all here, you haven't lost us, and we haven't lost you." (He sighs out, you can tell he was saying it for his own sake as much as he was for yours. You grip back tighter and nuzzle close.)

"I love you Isa..."

"I love you too Sif." (He replies in kind before gently kissing the top of your head.)

"Uhm... Siffrin? Isabeau? Is everything okay?" (Mira's voice calls through the thin tent walls. You figure you got a bit too loud...)

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(You mumble and grumble under your hat as you hug yourself in your cloak, forming a make shift little tent out of the two while secluded in the larger tent, and still it didn't feel like enough to cover your shame. You made Isa do your dirty work again... you're such a coward... No! No, that's not true. Isa offered, he knows you're going through a lot and is happy to help. Stop being so hard on yourself, it's okay to need help! You mentally shout at yourself, trying to practice better self talk like you learned so long ago.)

(You decide to make better use of your time, digging out the little bird plush you were crafting for Isa and going back to work on it, softly mumbling your little request to the universe.) "Please be cute, please be cute, please be cute."

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|You sit in the middle tent with Odile and Mira as you fill them in on everything in slightly hushed tones.|

"What do you mean it wasn't him that looped?" |Odile raises a brow, you can see all the various theories in her head shattering and reforming into new ones from that single statement.|

"I mean just that... Vale said they saw Sif... y'know... and they looped shortly after. Sif was talking about a dream he had during it, said it felt real, said he saw the island, the king, started remembering stuff... I don't see why Vale would lie about something like that, and from how shaken up Sif was, I think that was more than just a dream..."

"B-But then what does that mean?! Why wouldn't Siffrin be looping anymore?!" |Mira asks in a panic, while Odile just silently thinks to herself, hand on her chin.|

"I don't know... But with any luck Odile will have it figured out by the next bar we reach!" |You tease to help relieve the tension, causing Mira to snort in a laugh and Odile to give a slightly annoyed smirk.|

"You're really never going to let that go, are you?"

"Nope! Besides, as important as this is to figure out, we still have our plan set. We get to Bambouche, then we start to figure all this out. Right now we just gotta try and be there for them, the both of them. That means no bombarding them with questions about all this right now, okay m'dame?" |You give a playfully stern look at her with a waggle of your finger. She lets out a laugh before sighing.|

"Fine, fine. You're right, not a good idea to interrogate someone in a crisis anyways."

"What about Bonnie? Are we just going to keep this a secret from them?"|Mira asks, not liking the idea. Before you can respond the tent flap shifts, letting light pour in past a small silhouette. You sigh softly.|

"I was gonna say it's not like we could if we tried... You heard everything, didn't you Bonnie?" |They step inside from the light, their face twisted in a mix of emotions but clearly trying to fight it all back, wanting to seem grown up. They give a little nod.| "You okay?..." |They hesitate before nodding a bit heavier, still trying to act tough. You place a hand gently on their back.| "We're gonna figure this all out, and Sif's gonna be okay, I promise!"

"Do you want me to help you make breakfast, Bonnie? I'm sure Siffrin will feel better about all of this after a meal!" |They sniffle and nod, wiping the slight tears they were fighting so hard to keep back.|

[py-dreamer]

...hi again?

"WHAT IS THIS?!"

"WHERE'S THE MONKIE GANG? OR SHADOWPEACH?"

"HAS PY DROPPED OUT OF THE LMK FANDOM?!?!"

To answer that question: no. No I haven't

Short and concise answer is I do personally feel a little burnt out on lmk but while that doesn't mean I've abandoned it. Not in the slightest

Anyways, very busy time for me rn so updates and any art in particular will be VERY sparse in the coming months I'm afraid.

That being said, gotten back into an oldie of mine I'd never thought I'd revisit: Object Shows!

More specifically: Inanimate insanity

Look I was into this when I was like a preteen and grew out of it then all of a sudden II s2 ep18 dropped. Like hell, I didn't even know that invitational existed (and lowkey still haven't seen it- BUT I KNOW THE LORE, BOT IS MY WEE BABY OK I KNOW THE LORE)

And drawing these gijinkas kinda gave me more flexibility and let me design people again even though I'll admit quite a few ideas are very common in gijinka's used in the fandom

So um I'll see how this goes, I already have the sketches for the other season's cast and will probably post them regardless though.

Let's start with S1's king, the fruitiest lad on the aisle: OJ!

(Btw I think it's HOP rather than HOJP)

I know he's meant to be like a glass of OJ, so theoretically his hair should be more slick/smooth but I decided to go for the flowy juice angle! Something to make his hair look more like flowing liquid.

Orange slice earings! In fact, orange slice accessories everywhere! (it's so marketable srsly don't know why it ain't used more often)

The orange watch was a fun concept ^u^ specially since after getting the hotel, I'd imagine him being a lot more uptight with sh!t and use clocks/watches to keep track of things

TBH, he'd probably also have a pair of rectangular long glass dangly earings to swap out for like the formal events.

Yay! For slacks! Thought they'd look really cute on him and other than Suitcase, wanted to give him something unique rather than just a suit/suitjacket (eg the hosts, Taco)

But oh, look at that he comes with two outfits! Just like a doll...

Bet paper would bu-

(no but srsly I lowkey bet that fan has like mini action figures of the S1 cast in his room or something, maybe even S2 & 3 too.

Also this man might be snazzy but he has the ugliest ties. We're talking about the same person who designed his hotels to have hallways with windows but not bedrooms.

Paper! Such a cutie pie!

Looks like a cinnamon roll, could kill you, what's not to love?

Don't have much to say about him sadly

Though his eyebrows gave me a LOT of issues. I like his stripes though! Seemed like the guy to have freckles like when peeps give him pencil sketch lines in this object form, what do ya'll think about the warm brown eyes though? Wanted to make him seem welcoming but idk.

(Bonus: paperclip earing!)

Gosh, I'm too tired for this rn, I'll elaborate on the designs another time

OH!

And happy new year!

And happy Chinese new year!

[marvelwitchergilmore]

Bookworm

Summary: Clark Kent/Superman x Fe!Reader -> Clark surprises you with a library...of sorts. But that's not the only surprise in store.

Disclaimer: This is based in the 90s Superman series but I haven't finished it so no spoilers please. There aren't any spoilers in this, I don't think. I just fancied writing something for this era of Clark Kent. Mostly fluff, Reader works at the Daily Planet and has the nickname 'Bookworm'. Mutual pining, idiots in love, friends-to-lovers, a dash of angst/sad I guess, small mention/description of periods/cramps. Not Proof Read.

…Klara’s latest book provides a new light on what has been a dwindling sector for the publishing industry. In her very first interview for her latest novel, she said-

Typing away at your next article for The Daily Planet, you felt a small pinch to your side before the entire chaos exploded into your lower back, leaving nothing more than a deepening dull ache. 

For a moment, you lowered your head and pressed your hand to your lower back. 

“You okay there, Bookworm?”

You looked up and found Jimmy standing by your desk, a pile of papers in his hand. You tried your best to recover. 

“I’m fine. Just a little pain. What’s up?”

“Publishers called.” He handed you the note and the fax sheets. “They’ve got three new authors and they want you to write about their books. They’re not published yet but an early review from you means more people will probably read their books when they finally do come out.”

Taking the sheets from him, you nodded. “I’ll give them a read.”

You’d worked at The Daily Planet since you’d left University. You’d started out as Cat Grant’s assistant until Mr White needed someone to write an article on a book that had been sent to him. The author was relatively new but he’d decided to give them a shot. 

He had planned on giving the task to Cat, until you walked into the office and found the book on his desk. 

“For all I know, it’s another Cinderella romance but I’d like you to write a piece on it. 500 words? It doesn’t have to be too much.”

“It’s not.”

They both looked at you. It wasn’t often you spoke up when you were in meetings. More than anything, you were quiet and got on with your job. You also had the ability to avoid hitting people when you walked through the office, which made hiring you a lot easier for Mr White than it did hiring anyone else. 

“Excuse me?”

Your weight shifted from foot to foot. “W-Well, it-it’s not a Cinderella romance. I’ve read it. It’s about a woman’s journey returning home after a tragedy. I-I mean, it does have romance. She falls in love with her best friend of, like, ten years. But it’s mostly about her journey dealing with grief, past mistakes and new opportunities.”

Both Mr White and Cat looked at you stunned. But as they looked back at each other, they seemed to have a silent conversation. Then Mr White smiled. Looking up at you, he shook the book at you. 

“I want you to write me a piece on this book.”

“Sir-”

“You’ve clearly read it. Write me a piece. If I like it, and more importantly, if the public likes it…I’ll hire you as a full time entertainment journalist. I’ve got more books than I know what to do with. ‘Course, you’ll do more than just write about books, but…”

Cat looked at you with a kinder smile than you’d seen on her face before. 

“S-Sir, I-I don’t know if that’s-”

“She’ll do it.”

Leaving the office, you followed behind Cat. “A-Are you sure? I don’t know if-”

Stopping in her tracks with a sigh, she turned on her heels and faced you. “You didn’t apply here just to be my assistant. And I’ve read some of your work.”

“You have?”

“You sent in two articles, right? When you applied?”

You nodded. 

“You can do this. Now go and do it.”

Four years later, you’d gained the nickname ‘Bookworm’, you had your own desk and you spent most of your time reading and writing reviews. 

“What is it today? Romance? True Crime? Fantasy?”

Looking over your book, you found Clark Kent leaning on the wooden divider between your desk and Cat’s. You got a promotion, but considering you already had a desk, you didn’t need to be moved. 

You smiled. “You’re back. When did you get back?”

“Just now.”

“Did Lois get what she wanted?”

Clark nodded with a smile as he pulled a chair up to your desk. “And more. I think the janitor will still be shaking from her interrogation in a week’s time.”

You felt yourself laugh a little.

“So what are you reading?”

“Oh,” holding up your book, you showed him and he read it. 

“Any good?”

You shrugged. “It’s a non-fiction lifestyle. Right now I’d rather be fighting dragons on top of mountains.”

Clark laughed. “I’m sure I would, too.”

“But, it’s not too bad. It’s not as condescending as the last one. It’s got a little more science behind it than just someone’s opinion. Did you know the brain is the fattiest organ in the body?”

“I did not.”

“And that we need the healthy fats from fish to help stabilise the cell walls in it?”

Clark nodded, leaning on your desk a little. “Sounds interesting.”

“Those parts are. The others are just kinda…meh.”

“Well, I was wondering if you wanted to go and get some coffee or something. There’s something I want to show you.”

You studied him for a moment. “Show me what?”

“You’ll see.”

Looking at your desk. Your article was finished and you’d almost finished with your book. You could do with a break. 

“Okay.”

“Great.”

As you stood with Clark, you felt yourself lean forward and grip your desk. “Ow.”

“You okay?”

You just nodded. “I-I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?” Clark sounded worried. “Bookworm, you’re looking a little pale. Are you sure?”

Taking a few deep breaths, you stood up straight. “I’m okay. Just…that time of the month.”

“Oh…” Clark didn’t know what to say exactly. 

“I’m okay, let’s just keep walking. It’ll pass.”

Clark nodded and you grabbed your jacket from your chair before following him towards the elevator and out into the city. 

“You know, we don’t have to do this today if you’d rather just-”

“Clark,” you smiled. “Honestly, I’m fine. It’s not uncommon for me. It can just be abrupt sometimes. But I’m okay.”

“Promise?”

You nodded. “Promise.”

Clark gave you a smile and you felt your insides warm. 

It was often like that when he smiled at you. A warm feeling would spread through you, just after a swarm of butterflies had flapped their wings. In complete honesty, you hadn’t noticed it at first. It wasn’t until after the fifth guy you’d been set up on a date with by Cat and she asked you why, that you realised. 

The guy had been…okay. Out of the five, number three was probably the closest to who you’d dated in the past. He seemed a little more your type. But still…nothing. 

“Well, what are you looking for? I can’t keep sending men your way if you’re not gonna go on another date with them.”

“You could stop trying to set me up.”

“But you need life experience! You need someone who isn’t King Lancelot on Treasure Island.”

You smiled. “I think you mean King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table. And Treasure Island is a separate book.”

Cat rolled her eyes. “My point is, you need someone who isn’t…fictional. You need someone who makes you feel something.”

“But they do make me feel something. Some books are actually pretty sad.”

A small groan left Cat. “You need someone who can actually touch you. Someone who isn’t just words on a page. Did you not feel anything? Not even for Roger?”

You bit your lip, scrunched your nose and shook your head. “Not really.”

“Not even a single butterfly?”

You shook your head. 

“But he was so cute.”

You nodded. “He was cute…to you. I-I just…didn’t feel anything. He was good looking. Just not my type.”

“Then who is?”

You shrugged your shoulders. “I don’t know. Handsome. I can’t explain it.”

Cat sat back with a sigh but as she looked around the office, she seemed to have a glint in her eye. “What about Clark?”

“What about him?”

“Do you think he’s handsome? You spent a lot of time together? Is it him? Is he why you won’t go on a second date with Roger?”

It was your turn to roll your eyes. “I didn’t go on a second date with Roger because he spent the entire date talking about how to extract a rotten tooth.”

Cat finally dropped the subject. “Fine. But when you finally want a date, don’t ask me to help you find one.”

You smiled but her previous question played on your mind. Why would she think it was Clark? Sure, he was handsome. That wasn’t avoidable in describing him. And he was smart. And kind. Caring. Friendly. And maybe once or twice you’d wished you’d faked an excuse so you could have been at home, watching a movie with him. 

But was he the reason?

The answer was yes. 

By the time a week had passed from Cat asking you her question, it became apparent. You had feelings for Clark. You always had. Because your reaction was always the same. Butterflies – which you’d mistaken for nerves about being at work. Then he’d smile. A warmth would spread through you, settling the flapping wings before finally you felt your cheeks warm up, too. 

 And you were feeling that warmth again. 

Clark was smiling at you, leaning against a concrete post as he watched you take it all in. 

After grabbing two coffees from the cart on the corner of the street, you’d both walked for twenty minutes before you’d arrived at a warehouse. It looked beaten up, but the locks had been freshly broken. 

Inside, there were mountains of books. 

Old rickety shelving units lined the walls and slotted into places that health and safety regulations would probably disapprove of. In the very centre, there were piles of books. Some, looking at them, dated back centuries. A lot of them were still 20th century, but had enough dust on their covers that could easily tell its own story about the second world war. 

“How did you find this place?”

“A case Lois and I worked on last year called and said they’d finally finished processing everything. They didn’t know what to do with them since most of the libraries don’t have the space for them.” Clark explained. “So, they’re here until they find a new home. But I asked if a very avid reader I knew could have the first pick.”

You looked back at him, a wide smile still on your face. Clark lifted himself from the pillar and walked towards you. 

“I don’t even know…what to say.”

You tried taking a mental image of so many books being in one place. 

“I feel like I’m in Beauty and The Beast.”

“Does that make me the Beast?”

You rolled your eyes, “You’re too handsome to be the Beast.”

The comment slipped from your lips before you could think about it. Even if it was true, the clear embarrassment on your face only made you feel worse. 

You weren’t like Cat or Lois. You couldn’t recover from saying something, no matter how true, very quickly. By the time you had recovered from the initial embarrassment, more was likely to come because you’d then realise the person you’d just said something to had heard you and the meaning. 

Looking away, you heard a small chuckle escape Clark. Then his hands landed on your shoulders. 

“I think it might be best if you start in that corner.” Clark turned your attention back to the books. “I think every book ever printed is in here.”

With a smile, having let the moment pass, you walked over and into the far corner. 

“How was there a crime with this many books that I didn’t know about?” You asked after forty minutes of swimming in the books. 

Your coat had long since been removed and hung on a piece of broken shelf, along with Clark's own, that he had found. Somewhere in the middle of the pile, Clark was piling books together by genre. 

“I think you were away at that conference in London.” Clark told you.

“So what happened?”

“A group of guys had been robbing a few places in and around the city. Banks, jewelry stores, and a couple of storage facilities. Then they’d got wind of a storage facility holding diamonds,” he said. “Anyway, they went down there but when they opened the unit, they found books. Just piles and piles of books. But, they still thought there were diamonds but they’d been hidden. Just so happens, they didn’t realise how long it would take to look through so many books and by the time they’d gotten barely a quarter of the way through, a lady who was walking her dog across the field saw the door open and called the police.”

“So what happened to the diamonds?”

“They were being held at a facility on the other side of the city. But, the cops couldn’t take their chances so had to process every book and make sure there weren’t any hidden pockets.”

You laughed as you looked over at Clark – that same smile giving you a warm feeling. There he stood, surrounded by books, even holding on in his hands, his shirt sleeves rolled, his tie loose and his hair a little dishevelled. But that smile on his face as he looked at you. 

You turned back to the pile of books. “You know, I’m probably gonna be here a while. You don’t have to stay. I’m sure there’s somewhere else you’d rather spend your day.”

Clark just shrugged. “I’ve not got any plans. Besides, I think I’d rather be spending my time with you, anyway.”

You laughed a little, placing one book down and picking up another. “Don’t let my mother hear you say that. She might think you’re in love with me, then I’ll never hear the end of it.”

You didn’t see, but Clark looked at you again; a warm smile on his face, but a slightly defeated look in his eye. You said it as if it was a bad thing. Like he shouldn’t be in love with you. 

But he was. 

He had been since you’d turned up outside his apartment, to welcome him to the building, with a fresh apple pie. You’d seemed so much more confident than you had been at work. At work, he’d noticed you. But nobody else seemed to have done. You avoided their every step making sure not to physically run into them; something he himself was still trying to master. You were quiet. In staff meetings, you were the same. But you were always tapping your pen against your pad – until you noticed the noise. Then you’d hold it with two hands. But unconsciously, you’d bounce your leg beneath the desk. The pen would twist around in your hands as Mr White and everyone turned their attention on you. 

But the woman standing outside of his apartment seemed…more confident. Or maybe you just had a quicker escape since you’d been speaking in a hallway rather than a staff meeting with a dozen other people. 

“I-I don’t know if it’ll be any good. It’s a family recipe but my Granny still tells me it tastes different every time. I’m still trying to work out if that means something good.” You finally looked at him as you handed the pie over. “Anyway, I live directly above you if you need anything. Bye.”

You’d gone to run away and make your exit, but he called you back. He thanked you for the pie and invited you inside. If slightly awkwardly, you agreed. But with one conversation, Clark found you warming to him. 

After that, you both kind of became inseparable. It was a quiet friendship; the kind that doesn’t need a thousand conversations to know something. In a single look, Clark could tell what you were trying to say. In a single look, you could tell what Clark was trying to do. 

On more than one occasion you’d saved him from Cat’s grasp. And on more than one occasion, he’d helped you escape a large gathering of people. 

But it was one evening, just like any other, where he let himself accept his feelings for you. He’d rented the next film on the list you’d been given from Mr White. From new films, to older ones. 

“There’s a whole range of ages reading our papers, Y/l/n. Even if the movies have been out for years, I want a piece to put in the paper. Capture the kids' attention. Let them know about real movies.” Of course, Mr White had given you a list of Elvis films alongside the list from the local movie theatre. 

But, as you and Clark sat watching Annie, you’d fallen asleep. Laying beside him, your head on his shoulder, he lifted his arm behind you and pulled the blanket down over you. You’d had a busy day at the paper and seemed ready to fall asleep before you turned up at his apartment. But the feeling in his chest when he looked down at you, cuddling into his side…his mind thought, for a moment, that it was a routine. That you lived together, that each night would be the same. You by his side, him by yours. 

He couldn’t deny the feelings he had for you then. 

And he couldn’t deny them now. 

“Would it really be that bad?”

“What would? My mother?”

“Me being in love with you?” Clark waited to see your reaction. 

You laughed. 

Not mockingly. But you laughed. 

You didn’t believe him. 

“Funny,” you told him. Then you stood, holding another book in your hand. Clark watched as you stood and started completing the new obstacle course you’d accidentally laid out for yourself as you made your way over to him. “But seriously, my mother would never leave me alone. She’s convinced that if I don’t get married soon, I never will. You know, I think if she could, she’d hand my face out on a leaflet on the street to take auditions.”

As you climbed over the loaded pile of books, your foot slipped. But you never hit the ground. Some of the books slid to the floor, but you remained on the pile, Clark’s arms around you. 

Holding onto his arm, you looked down at the sliding books and back at him. 

“Thanks.”

“No problem.” Clark gave you a light smile, his eyes scanning over your face. “What if I wanted the role?”

“What?”

“You said your mom would hold auditions.” Clark pointed out. “What if I wanted the role?”

It took you a minute before what Clark was telling you registered in your brain. 

Standing once more, but Clark still holding you steady, your eyes remained fixed on him. You shook your head. “Clark, you don’t…you shouldn’t date me.”

“Why not?”

“Because.”

Clark felt himself laugh. ‘Because’  has never been a real reason. “Because what?”

“Because…” You racked your brains for an answer he would accept. “Because you shouldn’t. You should be with someone…with someone…with someone like Lois. Or Cat.”

He tilted his head a little. “Please tell me you heard yourself, too.”

“Okay, maybe not Cat. But Lois. Or Jill.”

“From accounting?”

“She’s nice. Beautiful. Smart. Funny. Everything you deserve.”

“Y/n, you’re beautiful, smart and funny.” Clark told you. “And you’re kind and caring.”

“Clark.”

Clark felt something drop inside of him. “If it’s because you don’t want to, then I’ll understand.”

But you were quick to deny that. “No,” you shook your head. “No, it’s not that.”

“Then what is it?”

As you stood there, his hands holding your steady, your own on his arms, you looked at him. Clark had been the one person you’d been able to tell anything to. You trusted him more than you trusted anyone. Even from the beginning. 

So why couldn’t you trust him with the truth now?

“I’m scared, Clark. This…this scares me.” You finally admitted the truth to him. “I’ve had relationships before and they’ve all found a reason to leave. I don’t want you to leave, too.”

“I’m not gonna leave.”

“You can’t promise that.”

Then he said something that struck you deep into your soul. “Actually, I can.”

You looked at him as if he had two heads, but he just chuckled, holding you a little closer. “Anyone who has ever left you, have been complete idiots. You are truly incredible, Y/n. And I have been in love with you longer than I think even I realise. But despite that, you’re my friend first, Y/n. And I don’t want to lose that either.”

Looking at you, Clark told you the complete truth. 

“So when I tell you I can promise you I won’t leave, please know that I mean it. And I mean it, too, when I tell you I love you. In more ways than one.”

You smiled. 

In his chest, Clark felt a bright light shoot through him and warm his entire being. Leaning forward a little, you hugged him. And he hugged you back. 

Leaning back and looking at him again, you spoke. 

“Can we start towards the beginning?”

Clark nodded and smiled. “Y/n, would you like to go to dinner with me?”

“I’d love to.” 

Like a breath of fresh air was being kicked into his lungs, Clark smiled a little wider. But then you surprised him. You kissed his cheek. 

This time, it was his moment to slip a little. But in a rush, you gripped onto him as he caught himself. Then you got an idea. 

“You don’t suppose this could be classed as a first date, do you?” You looked around you before looking back at him. “I mean, I know it’s a warehouse and it’s filled with dusty old books, but I guess the lighting is kinda dimmed? And we’re surrounded by history so it’s kinda like a library-museum thing? Unless there’s classification for something to be a date. There’s gotta be a book in here somewhere that tells us.”

Clark chuckled a little as he watched you. “I think I’d like to class this as our first date, too. Besides, we can always get dinner after this.”

You nodded. “Though, to do that, we should probably get off these books.”

Clark looked down. “Right.”

Carefully, he helped you down the cascade of books before your heels finally hit the concrete ground and with a soft landing, he landed beside you. 

It was another two hours before you both got food – the pizza guy, it was safe to say, was rather confused to turn up at a warehouse but he appreciated the tip and the gift copy of one of his sister’s favourite books. 

Yourself and Clark spent most of the night inside the warehouse before he helped you place your reserved books to the side. The next day, you both returned with your car and a pile of boxes to help carry them away. You’d barely made a dent in the pile, but considering you had access to the pile until the local libraries needed extra copies, you could spend as long as you liked going through them. 

Picking out some of the multiple copies with broken spines or torn covers, you took home and fixed them. And, six months into dating, you came to find Clark’s unique strength had its advantages as working as a temporary clamp. 

“This is why you agreed to date me, isn’t it?”

You gasped a little. “You’ve discovered my secret. Well, now that it’s out in the open, you should know I also agreed because you gave me a historical library.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yep.”

Leaning down, he pressed a kiss to your lips but you pulled him back in for a second. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

[dreaminglily125]

Goro Akechi Headcanons

Before P5R

~ During his childhood, Goro lived with his mother in a slum in Tokyo, Because of this, he saw many things a child typically shouldn't see.

~ After his mother's death, the trauma actually made him mute for a whole year.

~ He had to learn how to speak again by himself because his foster parents refused to pay for a speech therapist.

~ Goro's Detective Prince persona was based on the polite tone he had to take to please the adults in his life combined with his childhood dream to be a hero.

~ Before being found by Shido, Goro was very depressed and contemplated s**cide.

During P5R (SPOILERS FOR THIRD SEMESTER!!!)

~ Goro was lying when he said he hated Ren, he just didn't want Shido to find out the truth.

~ During Niijima's palace, Goro realized he didn't actually hate every single Phantom Thief; he found Yusuke tolerable, was a little scared of Haru, and felt protective of Futaba (but wouldn't show it and the feeling came from buried guilt because of Wakeba).

~ Goro and Sumire were friendly (not friends, friendly) towards each other during the story and had each others numbers where they would chat about mundane things.

~ It wasn't until Third Semester that Goro started to consider Ren and Sumire his "friends" (he would not dare tell Ren out loud though)

~ Sometimes in Mementos during Third Semester, Goro would use his claws to crawl across walls and ceilings like the Beldam from Coraline (I hope I spelled that right I haven't watched Coraline) to scare the shit out of the PTs.

~ Later in the game, Goro realizes Ren has a crush on him and purposely tries to get Ren to swoon and feels irritated whenever his attempts failed (which was a 50/50 chance).

~ Goro's sleep schedule during the game is absolute garbage and he gets almost no sleep. The man lives on coffee and the bitterness of the world's worst Karen.

After P5R

~ Most important headcanon of all, Goro lives after Shido's palace and people can try to pry this one from my cold, dead hands.

~ Goro moves out of Tokyo to go to therapy in Sapporo.

~ Two years after the game, Goro finally calls Sumire to tell her his current situation and apologize for his silence. He also tells her to give the news to Ren (he still wasn't ready to speak with the other PTs)

~ Don't worry though, after a while Goro decides to pay everyone a visit. By this point, he is a lot more stable and surprises the PTs with how much better he has gotten in the past few years.

~ While he is not close with all the PTs, he is close to Ren and Sumire and forms friendships with Yusuke and Makoto.

~ He is still absolute F tier at cooking though, he still gets a lot of frozen and instant stuff. When he moves in with Ren, Ren cooks for both of them just so Goro eats at least somewhat healthy.

~ Unlike his food habits, Goro's sleep schedule has gotten better and he no longer survives on coffee.

~ Goro is a big Tsun-Tsun and it took him and Ren two weeks before they finally told everyone they were dating (Ryuji's sanity was lost that day).

[starlost-maniac]

The Date

Warnings: mutual pining, perceived cheating, broken hearts

[9:45 am - Jisungie]

Y/nnnnnnie?!?!

[9:46 - Y/n]

Yes Ji?

[9:50 am - Jisungie]

You love me, right? 🥺

[9:50 am - Y/n]

Of course.

[9:51 am - Y/n]

Did you do something Jisung? 🤔

[9:53 am - Jisungie]

No, I've been good, I promise.

I just have a favor to ask, if that's ok?

[9:53 am - Y/n]

What's the favor?

[9:55 am - Jisungie]

One of my friends was going to go on a double date with Minho-hyung and I, but his date bailed on him, and you were the first person I thought of to ask, and I'm hoping you'd go on this date with our friend.

It's completely OK if you don't want to ❤️

[9:57 am - Y/n]

What's the date and time? If I'm not busy then I don't mind 😊

[9:57 am - Jisungie]

5pm, this Friday. It's at [restaurant name]

[9:58 am - Y/n]

Yeah, I don't have anything planned that day, I can go 😊

[9:58 am - Jisungie]

You're the absolute best, Y/nnie!! I'll take you out dress shopping, my treat! ❤️

[9:59 am - Y/n]

Aww, thank you Ji ❤️

——

"Y/NNNNIIIIIIEEEEE!!! I'm here to steal you for dress shopping!" Jisung called from the entryway of your apartment.

"I'm in my bedroom Ji!" You called back. "Just getting ready." You hear him shuffling down the hall towards your room. When you hear him stop in the doorway, you turn from your vanity and smile at him. He smiles back and walks over to your bed and plops down on it.

You and Jisung had been friends since childhood. You went through everything together, and were always there for the other. You were both there for relationships, breakups, moving, new jobs. You both had always been there for the other. When Jisung told you he met someone, you were so happy for him. You somehow haven't met Minho yet, as everytime you guys tried, something came up for one of you. Jisung has shown you pictures of Minho or of them together, and he has told you that he's shown pictures of you to him. Jisung also told you he's always talked highly of you.

"Will I finally get to meet the mysterious Minho that I've heard so much about?" You tease him before turning back to your vanity mirror. You decide to leave your hair down and pull it out of the ponytail you had it up in.

"I sure hope so. I'd love for my best friend and boyfriend to meet after so long. I think you guys would get along well honestly." He lays back on your bed.

You walk over to him and gently tap your foot against his. He looks up at you and smiles. He holds his arms open, wanting you to join him.

"Mandatory best friend cuddles first." He laughs out. You playfully roll your eyes as you climb in bed and into his arms. He holds you close to him and smiles. He breathes in deep and smells your shampoo and conditioner. "You smell nice today, Y/n." He buries his nose in your hair. "You smell like honey." His voice is a little muffled, and you giggle.

"I'm trying new hair products, that's probably it." He responds with an 'mm' before you pat his stomach softly. "Come on Ji, before you trap me here for the day." You laugh out. "You're taking me dress shopping for Friday." He groans. He holds you close, giving you a slight squeeze before letting you go. You sit up and fix your hair, not noticing him staring from his spot. You get up and he follows shortly after.

——

He takes you to a nice dress shop with many beautiful dresses. You look around with him, your fingers running along the dresses that sit on hangers as you walk past.

"You can pick out as many as you'd like, Y/n. Like I said, it's my treat." He smiles happily at you.

"You still don't have to, Ji." You look at him and he just waves his hand at you. You stick your tongue out at him and smile. You pick out a few dresses to try on and you both head to the dressing rooms, Jisung sitting on a couch nearby. You go in and try on a few dresses, coming out to show him every one. He compliments you in every one.

The last you come out in, is a black off the shoulder dress that comes just above your knees. It's form fitting, but loose enough to allow movement. It has a slight v cut in the front, showing off a bit of cleavage. When you come out to show Jisung, he looks up at you from his seat, eyes wide. He stands up and walks over to you.

"You look beautiful, Y/n." He speaks softly. He reaches a hand out but drops it back to his side. "I think this is perfect for Friday." He says and smiles. You notice the smile seems a little off, but you don't say anything. Maybe he received a text or a call that upset him.

You smile back softly and go back to the changing room, coming back out in your normal clothes. You put the dresses you didn't choose back, and go with Jisung up to the cashier to pay for the few you have.

——

The day of the date rolls around and you get a text from Jisung.

[3:30 pm Jisungie]

Y/nnie! Are you nervous? Excited? You're still coming, right? 🥺

[3:31 pm Y/n]

Of course I'm still coming, Ji. I wouldn't bail on you ❤️

[3:31 pm Jisungie]

You're the best Y/nnie. Have I ever told you how much I love you? 🥺🥺

[3:32 pm Y/n]

You could say it more 😋

[3:32 pm Jisungie]

Well, I love you so much Y/nnie. You're the greatest person I could ever have in my life

[3:33 pm Y/n]

Don't let Minho hear you say that lol.

But I'll see you there. I'm going to go shower and do something with my hair. ❤️

You set your phone down and gather your stuff for a shower.

————

Once done with your shower, you blowdry and curl your hair before carefully putting on the dress you and Jisung picked out. You decide on a pair or black heels and apply eyeshadow and red lipstick. Once you think you're ready, you grab your phone and purse and head out to go to the restaurant.

——

You enter the restaurant and tell the person at the front counter that you're here under Jisung's name. He nods and brings you to the table where Jisung and Minho sit, Minho seated facing away from you. You smile and wave at Jisung as you take a seat next to him.

"Y/n, this is my boyfriend, Minho-hyung." He directs you to the male sitting across from him. You follow where he's indicating and your eyes meet Minho's. His deep brown eyes captivate you. He looked like a perfectly carved statue. His sharp features were beautiful. "And Minho-hyung, this is my best friend since childhood, Y/n." Jisung puts his hand on your shoulder. Minho stands and puts his hand out and you reach out to his. He gently grabs your hand and kisses your fingers softly, his eyes never leaving yours.

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Y/n." He says against your hand, holding your gaze. You feel a heat pool in your stomach, his eyes holding fire in them.

"It's a pleasure to meet you too, Minho," you say as he releases your hand. "Jisung told me so much about you. All good things, I promise." He chuckles quietly, smiling at you. You smile back at him, a soft laugh falls from your lips.

"You're more beautiful in person, Y/n. The photos Jisung has shown me don't do you justice." His smile turns to a small smirk. You feel heat rush along your cheeks and you thank him for his compliment.

A moment later, a tall man with curly hair and glasses dressed in a suit comes up to the table.

"I'm sorry I'm late." He says to the two men before looking at you, a gentle smile on his lips. "Hi, I'm friends with Jisung and Minho, my name is Lee." He puts his hand out, and you gently grab his. "You must be Y/n? Jisung said so many nice things about you."

You smile and nod. "Hi, yeah, I'm Y/n. It's nice to meet you, Lee." He takes his seat across from you. You observe his face as he talks. He's got a prominent beauty mark on his upper lip on otherwise fair skin. His glasses were thick framed and suited his face well. His dark curls sat just above the glasses.

You and the men talk for a few minutes before a waiter comes up to take your orders. He walks away once he gets your orders and returns shortly with your drinks and says the food will be out soon. You thank him as he walks off.

You look at Minho as you see he was looking your way, and smile. He blinks a few times before he smiles back. It's the only time you catch him staring at you during the date. The waiter comes back after a bit with your food and you all thank him.

Jisung gently nudges you with his shoulder, making you look at him. He smiles at you. "The dress looks so good on you, Y/nnie. We made a good choice."

You blush lightly at his compliment. "Thank you Sungie. You picked it out though. It was a good choice." You laugh out. You feel eyes on you for a brief moment, so you look at Minho and Lee, but Minho was taking a sip of his water, and Lee was eating.

You all talk over dinner. Talking about work and life. What hobbies you're into, if you have any pets. Just as you're all finishing your food, Lee asks for your number. You exchange numbers and smile at him. You try to pay for your portion of dinner but Lee stops you, insisting he pays for you. You try to insist back, but he's adamant, and you eventually let him, a playful pout on your lips.

"You're really cute when you pout, Y/n." Lee laughs softly.

At the end of dinner, you exchange a smile and part ways, saying goodbye to Minho and Jisung as well.

——

It's been a few weeks since that date, you and Lee texting almost every day. He eventually asks you out on another date and you agree. He wants to take you on a nice picnic at the Han River, since the summer weather is picking up, spring just ending.

You dress in a nice summer dress with flats and meet him at the park by the river. As you walk over to where you'll be meeting him, you see he's already got the picnic set up. You go over, smiling and say hi. He says hi back and asks if it's ok for a hug and you agree. He stands up and wraps his arms around your shoulders, yours around his waist and he gently squeezes you.

"Thank you for agreeing to another date, Y/n. I really enjoyed your company at the last one with Jisung and Minho." He says, releasing you from the hug.

"Of course. I had a great time and you were really sweet." You let him go and sit on the picnic blanket with him.

"I did have to ask Jisung for some of your favorite foods though, so I hope I did good." He laughs out as he opens the basket. He pulls out your favorite sandwiches, fruits, and even desserts. Your mouth falls open as you watch him. "I wanted to earn some brownie points with you." He laughs. "You seem like an amazing girl, and I'd like to spend more time with you, if that's ok?" He watches you with bright eyes. You smile and nod.

"Of course, and you don't need to try and earn brownie points," you laugh and place a hand on his arm. "Just be yourself with me and you'll be ok." You smile at him and take the sandwich he offers to you.

You eat and talk, both asking questions about the other, like school, about your hobbies, pets. He asks you how long you've known Jisung.

"I've known him for as long as I can remember. My dad passed away when I was little and my mom and I had to move cause she couldn't afford the house when he died. We moved to a small two bedroom apartment and Jisung was my neighbor. I was over at his place all the time when my mom had to work. We did everything together from there." You sigh, looking up to the sky, remembering your dad.

"I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable, Y/n." He places his hands on yours and squeezes softly.

You smile a little at him. "No, you're ok. You didn't make me uncomfortable at all. Now, how do you know Ji?" You take a bite of a strawberry.

"I met him in college actually. We had some classes together."

"I'm surprised I never saw you. We went to the same college too." You ponder.

"Life is honestly strange like that. I never saw you either." You both laugh.

You both stay until the sun starts to lower and you help him pack everything up and he walks you to your car. You thank him for a lovely date and he asks to hug you again and you do.

"I hope to see you again Y/n." He smiles as you get in your car. He waves and walks off to go to his.

Once you get home, you check your phone and see you had a text from Jisung.

[10:05 pm - Jisungie]

Did you have fun on your date today? We saw you at the Han river.

[10:05 pm - Y/n]

I had a great time, Ji.

Were you stalking me lol

[10:06 pm - Jisungie]

👀 👀

But no lol we just happened to be there.

[10:08 pm - Jisungie]

I'm glad you're having a good time with him though.

He's a good guy

[10:10 pm - Y/n]

He is. Thank you for introducing me to him. I'm not sure where this will go, or if it will actually turn into anything, but we'll see. He's been really sweet :)

[10:11 pm - Jisungie]

Of course, Y/n.

Minho wanted to say good night lol

[10:13 pm - Jisungie]

*photo*

[Jisung and Minho are cuddled together in bed, Jisung's head on Minho's chest, arm stretched out to take the picture]

[10:15 pm Y/n]

Aww, look at you two all cuddled up. You look comfy lol

But you two have a good night as well 😊

[10:20 pm - Jisungie]

Love you Y/n

[10:20 pm - Y/n]

Love you too Sungie ❤️

——

You continued to go out with Lee for nearly a year, just casual dates, nothing too exciting, except when he took you to Lotte World and made you ride the viking ship. You don't do well with heights, so you were holding onto him pretty tight. You and Lee never labeled your relationship as more than just friends going on dates.

Minho and Jisung occasionally saw you around with Lee, and you would sometimes see a look on Minho's face, but you couldn't place what it was and he'd steel his face before you could try and figure it out. You didn't worry too much about it, but it still sat at the back of your mind.

Jisung and Minho still talked to you, obviously, Jisung being the one who texted you more often as he's your best friend.

——

[12:45 pm - Lee]

Hi Y/n 😊 I wanted to know if you wanted to go on another double date with Jisung and Minho. I haven't seen them much since the last double date, and I'd love to see all of my favorite people.

[12:46 pm - Y/N]

Of course! I'd love to go on another double date with you and the guys. Did you already ask them?

[12:46 pm - Lee]

I did, and they said as long as you were up for it 😊 I'm thinking this Saturday, 5pm?

[12:50 pm - Y/n]

Sounds good!

[12:50 pm - Lee]

Great! I'll pick you up and the guys. Date is my treat. I'll see you then 😉

——

Saturday rolls around and Lee texts you, saying that he's downstairs. He sat outside your building in his car. Minho and Jisung were sitting in the back together. You come downstairs, hair in a half ponytail, bangs slightly curled to be out of your eyes. You had sparkly purple eyeshadow on, with dark violet lipstick. Your outfit was an open back, dark purple and black dress that hugged your curves beautifully.

Lee got out of the car quickly and went around to open the passenger door for you. You got in the car, thanking him with a smile. He shut it behind you once you were in. You turn around a bit and greet the boys. Jisungs eyes were a little wide and he slowly licked his lips before he greeted you. Minho giving you a nod. Lee gets back in the driver seat.

"H-hi Y/nnie. You look amazing tonight." Jisung's eyes flick to your lips for a second before going back to your eyes, which you missed as the inside of the car was dark.

"You do look stunning, Y/n." Minho watches you, a look in his eyes that looks like he wants to eat you alive. Your eyes break away from him when Lee speaks up.

"Don't be flirting with my date, guys." He teases, looking in the rear view mirror. You look back in time to see Minho's jaw tick, before turning around and buckling in. Thankfully it was dark in the car, so no one could see your cheeks were flushed a bit. Lee starts the car back up and drives towards the restaurant. He reached over his middle console to gently hold your hand.

Behind you, Minho saw, clenching his jaw. Jisung looked at him and tried to calm him down, rubbing his arm softly. Minho closed his eyes and took a deep breath, calming himself down. Jisung holds his hand, intertwining their finger, looking up at him worried. Minho looks at Jisung and gives him a soft, gentle smile, telling the younger he's ok.

When you get to the restaurant, you all get out and walk inside, Lee's arm around your waist, his hand on your hip. He leads you inside and the waiter takes you to your booth. The booth is a small, circular table for smaller parties. Lee lets you in first, sitting towards the middle with him sliding in next to you, on your left. Minho and Jisung slide in on the other side, Jisung directly to your right, Minho beside him.

"Thank you guys for agreeing to come, I know we haven't seen each other much since Y/n and I started hanging out, and I wanted to see you guys again." Lee smiles at the boys.

"Of course. We're happy to see Y/nnie happy. And we wanted to see you again. These months felt a lot longer without you." Jisung chuckles out.

You all talk about how it's been going, Minho and Jisung spending time with friends and family, doing regular couple stuff. Lee worked most of the week, and you and he volunteered at an animal rescue center on the weekends, you were especially fond of the cats and kittens. You noticed Minho perked up at that. Otherwise you two were hanging out at your place or his, just watching movies or playing games when you had the time between working and volunteer work.

The waiter returns to take your food and drink orders, writing them down and leaving, returning not long after with your drinks and a bottle of champagne on the house. Lee thanks him and he leaves again.

"So you've just been hanging out? Nothing..too exciting?" Jisung looks at you, eyes a little wide.

Lee puts his hand on your thigh as you respond, the boys take notice. "Mm, he did take me to Lotte World and took me on the viking ship ride and I had to hold onto him cause I was so scared of the height." You laugh, remembering it. "Other than that, nothing too crazy."

Jisung nods and he puts his hand on Minho's when he feels him tense up beside him. The waiter brings your food out while you're all talking and the boys thank him. You all eat and talk, mostly you and Jisung sharing stories you remember from childhood.

When it comes time to pay, Lee pays for the whole meal, reminding you all he said it was on him. You smile and thank him for the meal before you all shuffle back out to his car, the boys sliding in the back again as Lee holds your door open again. He shuts it once you're in and gets in himself. He starts the car and puts his hand on your thigh again and gently squeezes.

You hear a grunt from the back seat and you turn your head, but the boys were looking out the window. You turn your head back to look ahead of you. You and Lee quietly talk when he asks you a question. He drives you back to your apartment and walks you up to the door of the complex. Minho and Jisung sit in the car and watch you. You thank him again for dinner tonight, smiling. He smiles back and says it's not an issue. He leans forward and kisses your cheek.

You were taken aback a bit, but smiled at him and wished him a good night before going inside. Lee waits while he makes sure you make it into the building. He walks back down to his car and gets in the driver's seat.

"Thanks again for introducing Y/n to me. It's been really fun hanging out with her." Lee says as he buckles in. He drives the two home and drops them off.

——

You've been hanging out with Lee for a year now, the two of you growing close. You hung out with Jisung and Minho together.

You're at Jisung's place, sitting on his small couch by the arm, Minho sitting at the other. You were all watching a movie, Jisung complaining that there were no more drinks and snacks.

"I'll be right back. I need more booze." He complains. He gets up and grabs his coat and wallet, leaning over to peck Minho on the lips before stepping out the door. Minho watches his boyfriend leave before turning his gaze back to you.

"So, how are the dates with Lee? We haven't gotten to see you much lately." He says, watching you. You turn in your seat so you're facing Minho, leaning against the back cushions.

"They're going really well. I think he's going to ask me out soon. He asked me to go out to a movie and dinner this weekend." You say, laying your head on the cushion. Minho nods and is silent for a few minutes. He turns his gaze to the paused movie on the screen before turning back to you.

"Don't go on the date.." he mumbles. You furrow your brows when you look at him.

Lifting your head off the couch, you ask, "why not?" He purses his lips, not wanting to answer. "Is there something about Lee that I should know about? Something that you want to protect me from?" He still doesn't answer and you sigh softly.

You rub your face a little and close your eyes. "You can't just tell me not to go on a date with someone and not give me a rea—" Your sentence was cut off when you felt a pair of lips pressed against yours. Your eyes shoot open the same time you hear the front door open. You hear Jisung's voice a moment later.

"Oh."

You pull back from Minho. Horrified that he just did that. Why would he do that? You stand up and grab your things, rushing past Jisung and out the door.

"Wait! Y/nnie!" Jisung tried to call out for you, but you were already on the elevator. You cover your mouth with your hand, tears starting to form in your eyes. Why would Minho kiss you? He just cheated on Jisung, on your best friend. You don't know how you're going to face either of them now. You text Lee saying you're going to have to raincheck the date this Saturday and he says that's perfectly fine.

You make it back to your apartment. As soon as the door is shut behind you, the tears spill over and you're sobbing. You felt so guilty for Minho kissing you. You think you got in between their relationship. You end up not answering either of their texts for a while, just making yourself busy with work or volunteer work at the shelter.

It's been almost three months since you last spoke to either of them, not sure how to confront your friend or his boyfriend about what happened. You get home late one day, and find a sticky note on your door that reads:

'We need to talk, please. -Ji'

You sigh and grab the note, opening the door to your apartment. You step in and drop off your things. You pull out your phone as you walk to your room. You open the texts, seeing all the texts from him, ranging from 'please talk to us', 'we miss you', 'let us explain'. The last one he sent you just last week broke your heart.

[July xx, 20xx 10:45pm]

'Y/nnie…please talk to me..I miss my best friend. I haven't stopped crying since you ran out of my apartment. I don't want to lose you…please, Y/nnie…love you, ji..'

You started sobbing again and texted him.

[9:15pm - Y/n]

Ji..?

[10:30pm - Jisungie]

Y/N???

[10:31pm - Y/n]

It's me. I…

I'm sorry, Ji.

[10:32pm - Y/n]

I didn't mean to get between you and Minho. I didn't mean for him to kiss me..it was so sudden, and I still feel so guilty..

[10:35pm - Jisungie]

Y/n..can I please come over to talk?

[10:36pm - Y/n]

I..I don't think I can see Minho if you're still with him..

[10:36pm - Jisungie]

That's fine, Y/n. Minho doesn't have to be there. I'll come over now?

[10:40pm - Y/n]

That's fine

It's 11pm by the time Jisung makes it to your apartment. He knocks softly and you open the door, letting him inside. When he looks at you, his eyes are all red, and he's been letting his facial hair grow out.

"Ji..I'm so sorry again..I do—" he cuts you off with a tight hug, sobbing into your shoulder. You hug him back, trying—unsuccessfully—to hold back your tears. After you both calmed down and moved to your living room, you two finally talked.

"Y/nnie..Minho didn't cheat on me when he kissed you." He sniffles, wiping his nose with a tissue. He looks at you, eyes red and puffy from the long crying session you both had.

"What do you mean, Ji?" You pat at your sore eyes with the back of your hand.

"Y/nnie..I love you so much, but you are so oblivious." He chuckles softly, sniffling again.

"Hey.." you whine and pout.

"Y/n. Minho likes you. I like you. Fuck, I love you. Ever since we were little. I've had the biggest crush on you." He leans against your couch, hiccuping a little as he tries not to sob again. You stare at him with wide eyes as another tear slips down your cheek.

"You what?" You whisper.

"I never said anything cause one of us was always in a relationship. We were never single at the same time and then I met Minho." He watches you for a beat. "When I showed Minho your pictures, he's been talking about you non-stop. When he saw you at the restaurant, he was awestruck. He was jealous of Lee, but he didn't want to interfere. Minho is the one who suggested we bring you in."

"But you sounded so upset when you got back from the store." Your voice was almost a whisper.

"I mean, I was upset. He got to kiss you before I did!" It was his turn to pout. "I liked you for longer and he got to kiss you first." You can't help but laugh. "And now you're laughing at me." He pouts more.

"Jisung, can you ask Minho to come over? I think we need to all have a talk." You pat your eyes again.

——

Minho was now sitting in your living room between you and Jisung on the couch. Minho didn't look as disheveled as Jisung did, but he looked tired.

"Minho, I just want to start by saying how sorry I am.." you start but he holds up his hands.

"I should be the one to apologize. I kissed you without your permission, and I didnt communicate very well." He watches you, sadness in his eyes. "I'd understand if you wouldn't want to talk to me anymore." His gaze falls to his lap.

"No, Minho. I didn't know that you both liked me. I've had the biggest crush on Jisung since we were kids." You laugh softly. He looks back up at you, his eyes still sad. Reaching forward, you gently grab his hands and hold them in yours. "I'm not going to cut you off, I promise." You give him a gentle smile. Your face wasn't as red and puffy as earlier, thankfully. He nods a little.

"Would you…would you still join us? You obviously don't have to.." he mumbles, eyes a little hopeful.

"I mean, I can't say I've thought of dating you both, but I'm willing to give this a try." You hear Jisung gasp behind Minho, the younger now leaning over his boyfriend's back.

"Can I get the first kiss of being an official couple?" His wide boba eyes shining in the light. You laugh softly and nod. He kisses Minho's cheek before he climbs off the couch and comes over to you. He leans down and cups your cheeks. "You don't know how long I've dreamt of this." He whispers as he softly places his lips to yours. Taking one of your hands from Minho's, you place it on Jisung's cheek, his facial hair surprisingly soft against your hand. The older lifts your fingers to his lips and places soft kisses to your knuckles. Jisung pulls away, staring at you with heart eyes.

"Can we cuddle, Y/n?" Minho asks between kisses to your knuckles. You smile and nod.

"Should I tell Lee that you won't be able to go on any more dates?" Jisung chuckles softly.

——

It's been six months since you agreed to date Minho and Jisung. They both took it slow with you, not wanting to rush anything. They shower you with gifts and surprise visits to your job. You keep telling them that you don't need gifts to know how they feel about you. But they insist.

You're sitting on your couch, scrolling on your phone, looking for a new apartment. Minho is sitting on your lap, hunched over his laptop that sat on the coffee table in front of you both, also looking for new apartments while Jisung went out to get dinner.

"What about this one, jagi?" He picks his laptop up and leans back against you.

"Well, when you're done smothering me, Min." You laugh. He playfully pouts but sits up again and shows you his screen. It was a beautiful home with three bedrooms for rent, and it was definitely within the price range you had. The people who owned it were an older couple who wanted to move somewhere warmer, so they put it up for rent.

"Ooh, definitely save that. We'll show Ji when he gets home." You smile and set your phone down on the couch. You slip your hands up the back of his shirt and gently start to run your nails along his skin, making him shiver. You've done this for Jisung before and he loved it, and you imagine he's done it for Minho, as Minho has asked you to do it a few times.

"Mm, if you're going to do that, jagi, at least let me take my shirt off. You know the shirt gets in the way." He chuckles, setting his laptop down. He pulls his shirt off and you marvel at the expanse of his back. You've seen him without a shirt a few times, but you're still always amazed at it. You gently start to run your nails over his back, sides and shoulders. He closes his eyes and relaxes under your touch, his skin covered in goosebumps. Jisung walks in and sees you both, a soft smile on his face.

"Ya, I want you to do that to me too." He playfully pouts at you. Your two boys were so cute when they pouted. He walks over and sets the take out bags on the table with another bag of drinks. He sits next to you and cuddles into you, head on your shoulder. You continue your ministrations on Minho's back and he lets out a soft moan. Your hands stop for a second before continuing. Another moment later, he lets out another soft moan.

"I think I found your sweet spot, Min." You tease. He turns in your lap a little and stares at you. He sticks his tongue out at you before moving off your lap to sit on your other side.

"As much as I'd love for you to continue, jagiya brought food, and we need to show him the place we found.

——

Three weeks later, you're packing up your belongings from your bedroom into boxes. You sigh and stand up, packing the last thing in your bedroom into the box, closing it up. Lee walks into your room to come grab one of the bigger boxes.

"You all set?" He beams at you. You turn to him and smile.

"I am. Last few things are the bed and dresser really, but everything is packed up." You pat the box you just closed. "Thank you for helping me bring everything to my new place."

"Of course." He waves you off. "That's what friends are for." He smiles. When he was told that you, Jisung and Minho were now a thing, he was elated for you. He was wondering when they were going to ask you. He helps you carry the last few boxes to the moving truck downstairs. "I'll have Sean help with the furniture when he's off work tonight?" He offers.

"Just as long as you two don't sleep on my furniture." You tease him, making his cheeks turn pink. You can't help but laugh. Even though you and Lee didn't date, you both still got really close.

"I promise we won't, Y/n." He smiles, cheeks still pink. You smile and help put the last of your things in the truck.

——

It's been three months since you moved into the house with your boyfriend's. You each had your own room, but you slept in each other's beds. The first day of moving in, you finally slept with your boyfriends. You felt it was time, and you were more than ready

You're currently laying on the couch with the two. Well, more like you're laying on Jisung with Minho squeezed between the back of the couch and your bodies. Minho had his head on Jisung's shoulder, his hand up the back of your shirt, drawing lazy trails along your skin as you all watched TV. You couldn't be more content.

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