#years back i had a dream where it was in hoodie form and i think another form but i dont remember

[mbat]

had a dream with a glow cloud toy in it... that is NOT the first time ive dreamt about the glow cloud in merch form. all hail

[nerdlvr]

hi!! i saw that your request are open so i wanted to ask for nct dream 8th member fic where all the boys know that you have the biggest crush on jeno and even the fans shipp both of you so hard every time but he is SO oblivious (and a little bit in denial about the fact that he likes you too) even tho he acts like a boyfriend to you all the time

i’ve been waiting for thissss 8th member of nct dream is always something i wanted to write about!!! thank you for the request 😔

another concert night complete, you had reclined your seat all the way back, closing your eyes, hoping to get some rest before getting to the hotel. when you felt a hand creep up your thigh. you jolted up shocked by the intimate touch, but you quickly relaxed when your eyes met jeno’s. he was smiling apologetically,

“sorry did i scare you, i just wanted to ask how you were feeling”

you smiled nervously, he had no idea what a touch like that did to your heart.

“yeah i’m okay just a little tired that’s all.”

you heard a snort from behind you, looking back you found a giggling haechan and mark, pushing and shushing each other playfully. you shot them a look telling them to knock it off and they apologized silently raising their hands defensively. when you turned back to face jeno you hoped he hasn’t seen them teasing you, instead he was smiling warmly, eyes forming crescent moons.

“rest, i’ll let you know when we’re near.”

you didn’t even realize you had fallen asleep until you felt two large hands pick you up from the cart seat,

“jeno, put me down, im awake now, i can walk!”

your cheeks were burning red, thank god it was dark outside. no matter how much you twisted and turned jeno’s arms would not budge.

“it’s okay your room is right next to mine, don’t worry about it.”

as jeno carried you bridal style through the hotel halls, haechan and mark followed close behind holding in their laughter. every time you’d look back at them they’d grab each other and pretend to make out, oh just wait until you get your hands on them.

“here you are m’lady”

jeno put you down in front of your room door, doing an exaggerated curtsy bow, making you giggle. jisung popped his head out of his room,

“y/n are you doing a weverse live to- oh hi jeno, um nevermind.”

he waves his hand dismissively tucking his head back into his room, you quickly went to stop his door grabbing him by the sleeve of his oversized hoodie.

“yes i am doing a live you can definitely join me!”

you gave him pleading eyes that said, please don’t leave me alone with jeno, and finally it seemed that jisung took the hint. he nodded slowly agreeing to join your live. jeno spoke up,

“great! let me get changed and i’ll meet you guys in y/n’s room!”

as jeno’s room door closed behind him jisung followed you into yours. he sat at the desk chair, turning it away so he’d face the wall, letting you change clothes.

“you know exactly why i never do live’s with you and jeno, why did you drag me into this?”

he heard you shuffle out of your shoes, making a loud thump noise when you threw them somewhere.

“yeah yeah whatever i’m in love with jeno, that’s EXACTLY why i need you here ji.”

he heard some more grunts and groans as you pulled off your jeans and shirt,

“can i turn around now?”

“NO!”

he laughed at your yelling, looking over at the dark window being able to see you running around searching for clothes in your bra and panties. after 8 years you’d think you’d lose the shyness but here you were, forcing jisung to look away as you change and trying to hide your very obvious crush on jeno.

“the issue isn’t that you’re in love with him the issue is that HE’S IN LOVE WITH YOU TOO and neither of you seem to notice!”

jisung felt a shirt hit the back of his head,

“not so loud! what if he comes in right-”

you heard your door unlock, oh my god.

“hey y/n did you bring that extra charger my stupid cord is brok- oh hi jisung. hi… y/n? why are you hiding ?”

he glanced over at your crouched figure hiding behind your bed.

“i’m changing! it’s over there, now get out!”

you heard renjun laugh as he made his way back to the door,

“we’re waiting for jeno to come for a live, please save me renjun please!”

jisung put his hands up in a begging motion towards renjun.

“nope, you deal with the love birds yourself, byee”

you found a hoodie lying by your bed and rushed to put it on. renjun lifted his hand with the charger as jeno passed him at the doorway, indicating why he came. you stood up quickly fixing your hair a bit, throwing jisung a dirty look as he snorted at you. jeno came reaching his hand out to grab your waist,

“nice hoodie, looks familiar”

you looked down at your hoodie, actually, jeno’s hoodie, and blushed slightly, when did you pack jeno’s hoodie in your suitcase?

the live was going smoothly jisung and jeno playfully arguing and the comments flooding with isn’t that jeno’s hoodie and look at the way she looks at him. you really hoped jeno wasn’t reading those comments. there was one comment in particular that stood out to jisung which he read, outloud,

“jisungie stop third wheeling we want to see ynno”

you chuckled nervously,

“ynno is that supposed to be our couples name?”

jeno looked towards you, your eyes meeting for a second before you looked away towards the recording screen.

“well guys i will take your advice and let you enjoy this ynno live, bye! have a good night every one and take care of yourselves!”

jisung quickly got up ignoring the slight tug you gave his hoodie, he whispered into your ear

“i promise you he likes you back please just go for it”

and then he was gone leaving you and jeno chuckling nervously at one another.

“that was weird wasn’t it?”

you nodded in response thinking of ways you could murder your group members without it causing a scandal.

“i think it’s cute though, the ship name, it suits us, ynno sounds like a puppy name.”

he smiled, you hope he wasn’t lying. your heart was beating hard against your ribcage, words couldn’t leave you mouth as you just nodded again in agreement, lips pursed.

“uh well guys it is late, and you all should sleep, we have day 2 of the concert tomorrow so we hope to see you there! bye!”

he pressed the off button on the live dropping the phone flat on the desk.

“sorry, did that make you uncomfortable? i didn’t mean to. it was just a joke to lighten to mood.”

“a joke? yeah that makes it better thanks for lightening the mood jen.”

he could hear your bitter tone.

“hey, wait, what’s wrong?”

you sighed, what better time than mid tour to confess your feelings right?

“what is all this jeno? are you playing with me or what?”

“what are you talking about?”

“what am i talking about? are you serious? the hand holding, the intimate touching, the suggestive comments, you carried me bridal style to my room today!”

“i’m trying to be nice! i care about you! and what about you huh? you wear my clothes,”

he pinches the fabric of his hoodie that you’re wearing,

“you’re always touchy and wanna be near me. i didn’t even properly unpack cause i know you’ll just ask me to come sleep with you later tonight!”

you blushed, knowing that he was right,

“i just thought that’s what we are, y/n and jeno, jeno and y/n”

jeno seemed to be running out of words, he pushed his chair back hands coming to grip his jogging pants.

“what we are? what are we? i don’t know about you but i’m not like this with any of the other guys”

you bit your lip, embarrassed at your confession, and nervous that his response to your question would confirm your negative suspicions. to your surprise jeno had other plans, he dragged his chair closer to you, warm hands coming to grab your bare thighs,

“i think i like you, no wait, i know i like you, and the guys have been telling me to just own up to it, but i have no idea what any of this means. when i was a trainee they taught me to dance and rap but they never teach you about what to do when you fall in love with your group member.”

you stared at him wide eyed, did he just confess to you?

“can you please say something before i run out of here and die of embarrassment”

your mouth was dry and you licked your lips, trying to piece you thoughts together,

“okay wow, i need to apologize to jisung for doubting him.”

he looked at you confused, what did jisung have to do with this?

“oh sorry, i mean, jisung told me that you liked me and that i should just confess to you, but i didn’t believe him so-“

“wait confess to me? you like me too?”

you let out a nervous laugh,

“yeah i do, i have for a while, and you’re flirty little moves weren’t helping me get over you.”

his hands came up to cup you face,

“and who says i wanted you to get over me?”

as he leaned in, you closed you eyes waiting for your lips to touch just a tiny space left and then- ring ring ring ring, it better not be a damn saesang call right now or else. the contact name princess nana lit up your phone screen. you looked over at jeno a confused expression on your faces. you picked up wondering what the hell jaemin could possibly want at this time of day.

“jaem what’s up?”

“uh, you didn’t turn off the live, and we all kinda saw, well heard, all of that soooo… yeah turn off your live or something our manager won’t stop blowing up our phones.”

you flipped over the phone that had been discarded on the table and showed it to jeno, his smile dropped, quickly shutting off the live. you checked your unread messages to see your manager spamming you, and chenle laughing at you both in the group chat. oh you were gonna be in so much trouble.

[simpingforstardew]

250 feet below

pairing: sdv sebastian x reader

synopsis: you were sick of living in such a bleak city, living such a bleak life; so, too, was sebastian. a drabble based off a vivid dream i had recently.

warnings: angst. profane language. allusion to suicide / sucidial ideation. please stay safe. ♡

a/n: this occurs pre-canon. i liked the idea of the farmer having already met a villiager of pelican town during their life in Zuzu city... something something red string of fate.

word count: 1.3k

Zuzu isn’t a city where people live. Millions toil tirelessly, burdened by exorbitant rents and the weight of overpriced necessities. But in all your years of life, you can’t recall the last time you saw a denizen of Zuzu laugh, or create art, or spread kindness. In fact, you can confidently say that not one of the 8.3 million souls that surround you in this city is truly alive.

In your youth, you navigated the city’s labyrinthine alleys, searching for signs of life—a spontaneous burst of laughter, a splash of colour on a drab wall, a moment of genuine connection between strangers. All you found were weary faces, the heavy silence of resignation, and a pervasive sense of disillusionment. It’s as if the pulse of vitality has been suffocated by the corporate grind.

But now, you walk with intention as the cold chill of the night air settles deep into your bones. Night has descended like a heavy cloak, shrouding the landscape in a veil of darkness. Above, the moon rises like a sentinel amidst a sea of shimmering stars, their watchful gaze seeming to follow your every step through the dense forest on the edge of Zuzu. Amid this celestial spectacle, the forest comes alive with nocturnal symphonies—the hoots of owls echoing through the dense canopy, while the occasional rustle of leaves and snapping of twigs beneath your hiking boots punctuate the stillness. Each step forward is a battle against exhaustion and fatigue, blisters forming on your feet from hours of relentless trekking. Hunger gnaws at your stomach, a constant companion on this solitary journey through the darkness.

Your favourite hoodie drapes over your shoulders, a gift from an old friend whose name now eludes you. Your backpack, light and inconsequential, occasionally slips from your shoulder as you trudge forward. Ahead looms your final destination: a concrete suspension bridge, a vast monumental structure steeped in the history of your home town—a history you always wanted to learn. Too late now, you think.

As you make your way across the bridge, your gaze falls upon a figure perched on its rail, dwarfed by the towering cityscape beyond. The river below churns restlessly as they gaze pointedly into the water, the distant hum of passing cars blending with the rhythmic crash of waves 250 feet below.

“Don’t,” the stranger’s voice, firm and resolute, cuts through the night as you approach. They make no attempt to turn towards you; instead, he takes a final drag of his cigarette and drops the rest in the river beneath.

“…Don’t what?” you respond, pausing in your steps. The stranger chews his lips, his grip on the railing firm. The silence is unbearable.

“Get to know me, ask questions, stop me. Just... don’t bother trying anything.”

“Oh, I… wasn’t planning on it,” you reply, your tone casual as you shrug off your bag, letting it fall to the cold concrete below.

A shaky exhale escapes the stranger’s lips; you watch the mist rise into the cold air in the moonlight. Leaning back against the bridge’s railing, the stranger’s eyes meet yours, searching for something you can’t quite decipher. There’s a vulnerability in their gaze, a flicker of uncertainty that belies the firmness of their earlier words.

You sit in silence for a few minutes, and take the opportunity to ease the remaining tension out of your hands and arms, stretching your fingers until the joints no longer ache. The stranger seems content enough to let you have your quiet, though you catch him watching you from the corner of his eye occasionally.

“Want a snack?” you offer, pulling out a half-eaten family-pack of cookies from your bag.

The stranger’s eyebrows furrow in confusion, “Wh— No, I… Are you serious right now?”

“Extremely,” you say, biting into a cookie before extending the pack towards the stranger, “You’ve never thought about your last meal before? Always thought mine would be an actual meal… but cookies aren’t that bad, I guess.”

As you speak, you can’t help but notice the tension in the stranger’s posture. Their grip on the railing doesn’t loosen, although they do tentatively accept a cookie from the pack.

“Did my mom send you to get me or something?” he sniffs, breaking you out of your daze; his voice tired and hoarse. His suspicion should bother you, but at this point you’re far too tired to feel much of anything.

“No dude, I told you— I’m just waiting for my turn.” The motor traffic behind you continues to speed by, radios and horns blaring in a Dopplerian cacophony. Although their headlights silhouette your form, the man beside you is perfectly illuminated, his face stark against the darkness. Behind him, the full moon casts a halo around his face.

He is your age, if not a bit younger. His exhaustion is evident in bloodshot eyes, monolid and green; his sunken cheeks exaggerate the lifelessness of his pale skin.

You’re the first to break eye-contact, letting out a soft chuckle as you fetch your phone from your pockets, “Just a coincidence, I guess.”

He looks at you with a curious stare, like a cat studying a moving shadow. No one in this city has ever looked out for him the same way you are; It’s peculiar how alone one can be surrounded by as many people as Zuzu city contains.

Your earphones are now plugged in; and lost in your melody of favourite song, you can’t see the awe of his gaze. Moments pass in this newfound comfort— be it from mutual understanding, or a fear of disruption— before you turn to face the stranger once more.

“Did you wanna listen with me? Just for a song or two.” You look towards him as you sit down on the bridge, offering up your left earphone.

You aren’t naive, you recognize what you’re doing. Hell, you’ve been doing it your entire life. You’re stalling. Desperately finding excuses to delay what you fear will be the inevitable: one way or another, the stranger will leave. You’ll be alone again.

But right now you’re not alone, and that’s good enough.

The stranger finally swings his legs over the rail of the bridge, and plants his feet firmly on the concrete of the superstructure. He sits besides you, timidly puts an earphone in his left ear, and cries.

As the minutes stretch into hours, the initial tension between you and the stranger dissolves into a shared silence, punctuated only by the soft strains of music. The reasons for your presence on the bridge fade into obscurity, replaced by a sense of companionship born from the serendipity of the moment. With each passing song, the darkness of the night gradually gives way to the gentle hues of dawn.

Neither of you notice the transition, until your phone dies.

“I’m never going to see you again, am I?” The stranger’s voice wavers, a fragile whisper amidst the fading light. You turn to him, a smile softening your features, before rising with a languid stretch.

“Stranger things have happened. Why wouldn’t our paths cross again?” Your words carry a gentle reassurance as you gather your belongings, mentally preparing for another day at the JojaCo. office.

“Well, I mean… I’m moving soon, somewhere out of Zuzu— My mom is probably packing up all my shit right now so we can move in with her new boyfriend.” Weariness etches lines of exhaustion on the stranger’s face as he rubs sleep from his eyes.

“Still, we’ll see each other again one day,” you smile, shielding your eyes from the rising sunlight, “I just know it.”

[ieatangstforbreakfast]

“Love you a little too much.”

Pairing ೃ⁀➷ Earth 42! Miles Morales x Fem! Reader

Summary ೃ⁀➷ Lovers have secrets of their own, no matter how much they come to trust each other, whether it be a past mistake or an unspoken trauma. For you and Miles, however, your secrets came in the form of hidden identities— one being a masked vigilante, and the other a mastermind.

Genre ೃ⁀➷ Forbidden love, mutual pining, eventual angst♡

Tags ೃ⁀➷ Both are artists, reader is from a very wealthy family, both are living double lives, underaged smoking, reader is female and uses she/her pronouns, forbidden love (ish?), swearing, daddy issues, mommy issues, reader is unhinged, both are mentally unstable, lots of flirting.

Author's Note ೃ⁀➷ so I kinda switched it up and in this fanfic, reader is the one giving mixed signals.

Chapter 2: The Secrets You Keep

Warning ೃ⁀➷ Profane language, underaged smoking, mixed signals, horrible Spanish, mommy issues.

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Silvery pavements, busy streets, neon lights, and brick-cold air.

New York never truly rests, as they say. A concrete jungle where dreams were once made of. All of what was once so promising about the Yorker dream was plucked out individually with each passing year; money, careers, romance, and peace. Even now, you try to find the beauty of what was once the New York your mother adored, yet what only stared back was this desolate, tragic dystopia. A city that's fallen to ruin.

As the traffic unknots, Miles gently nudges you to the inner part of the sidewalk— subtly shielding you away from the vehicles.

Gentlemen, your mother used to always say. You'll find them not in the fineness of their clothes, but in the way they treat their women.

You can almost picture her, sitting right in front of you with that sickly sweet grin on her face, pearls hanging from her neck and mascara running down her cheeks. Buried beneath her wedding band was a dying cigarette, to which she pulls to slip in between her lips— taking consecutive sips.

There was almost never a time your mother was a mess.

Almost.

Staring at your mother was like staring into a wretched mirror. You were everything she could've been, and she was all you might become.

There was nothing more frightening than looking into your future and finding nothing promising.

"Hey, that's new." And Miles, yet again, pulls you out of your murky thoughts.

"What is?" You pique, the sight of the city dragged back into your sights. Miles points at the ivy-covered building in front of you. It gleamed in warm colors inside, a sight utterly fitting of the autumn season. Its wide, Palladian windows were embellished with orange curtains and striped green dormers. Atop the roof sat a sign, the name of the establishment written in bold, vermilion cursive. You were lulled by the smell of s'mores, hot chocolate, and pie— all the sweet things that reminded you of your precious childhood memories. It had you standing there, reminiscing over the times that were long gone.

"I think it's a café and a book store. Two in one, pretty neat." Miles mentions, looking over to the sight of you. The store's lights seeped out the windows, its golden hues gleaming over your face, highlighting your lashes. You were too lost in thought to even notice his staring.

"How pretty." You airily whispered.

"Yeah." Miles replies, sights still glued onto you.

His gaze soon lowers, noticing your trembling hands fiddling with the hem of your hoodie— a habit the both of you shared. Hesitantly, he lifts his finger, urging to intertwine it with yours.

"Do you think I can apply as a part-timer there?"

He shoves his hands down his pocket instead.

“You wanna apply?”

“Yeah. I wanna save up for summer.”

He raised a brow. “That’s still next year, though?”

“I’m planning on going on a road trip.” You began, a clear view of your plans surfacing in your mind. “I’m getting my driver’s license next year too, so I really want to make the most of it.”

“Driver’s license?”

“Yeah, I’m sixteen.”

“Damn,” Miles shook his head in amusement. “Y’know, I tend to forget you’re older than me.” He then places his hand next to your temple, aligning it with his shoulder. “And it doesn’t help that you’re… This short.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

And of course, Miles indeed didn’t shut the fuck up.

"… Y’know, I bet you'd walk out on your first day with an arson charge."

The two of you meet gazes once more. Miles looked at you with a dead stare, as if he was serious. "What? You're the one talking shit about wanting to go to jail."

"Yeah, I'm boutta fulfill that part of my checklist after I'm done strangling you."

He raised his brows, subtly amused. "Kinky."

You try to slap his arm, but he manages to dodge your hit. He stares deep into your oh-so-fiery glare, cheeks bursting from laughter.

"Look at'chu, you fight like a munchkin from the wizard of Oz."

Pulling your sleeves up, you ready yourself to brawl. "Yeah? Talk your shit, Tin Woodman."

“Oh, I will talk my shit, lollipop gild.”

Amidst your squabble, you and Miles push and pull against one other, lightly shoving each other off like little kids. Your fingers dig into the cloth of his jacket, gripping against his chest with fingers like steel. Though your little plan of shaking him by the collar is spoiled when an itch suddenly burns your nose. You turn around and sneeze, pulling away from his grasps.

".. God, I hate the cold."

He feigns a grimace, taking a step back. "Eww, germs."

"Shut up, you—“

"Stay away, you bubonic plague virus haver."

As you try to search for a comeback, you feel the same itch burn your nostrils— inevitably putting your words on hold. Miles watches as you placed your icy hands over your mouth, sneezing a couple more times. You could almost feel the cold climb up your arms like a ladder, leaving you a shivering mess. Some sort of heat begins to poke in the back of your neck, as though you were flustered like a little girl with a crush. You pull your sleeves down, stabbing your nails into your palm. Miles takes this moment to go behind you, his hands reaching out to unzip your bag. He probes inside in search of your scarf, the long silk pouring out with the grip of his fingers, like [f/c] bleeding into his palm.

As you sniff, the boy turns to you, gently wrapping the cloth over your neck. You look up, beholding the sight of a serious Miles who was too preoccupied with tying the scarf, mumbling about what's the point of bringing the damn thing if you weren't even gonna use it.

“M’not even gonna get a bless you?” You tease.

“You got me: the biggest blessing of your life. What more do you need?”

You hum. “Lots of sleep and an essential oil bath bomb.”

“The fuck’s an essential oil bath bomb?”

“What I need.”

As he finished, he slowly smoothes out the creases with both palms, looking up to meet your stare.

"… What'chu looking at?"

With an airy laugh, you reply. "Just.. You."

His hands pause, yet they stay on your scarf.

"... Idiot." Miles mumbles, grip tightening. "Stop lookin’ at me like that."

"Like what?"

Like you'd follow me to the end of the earth.

"Like a dumbass." He casually answers, flicking his nails over your forehead. "Now get moving, I’ve gotta get you home.”

Miles look over to the café once more, a hand over your shoulder. Slowly, it slips off and trails down your arm before falling to his side. Instinctually, his finger lifts to reach out for your own, though it drops when he hears a buzz in your pockets.

Despite the amount of times it rang, you simply ignored the damn thing. Eventually you did reach out for it, but without even glancing once at the texts, you set it all on 「☾ Do Not Disturb.」

It was only then, as each street passed, that Miles began noticing how the both of you were slowly exiting Brooklyn's poorest areas and started entering what seemed to be the finer parts of the borough. From skeletal buildings and desolate apartments, colorful brownstones appeared before his eyes— showered in leaves of scarlet and orange. It was the sort of Brooklyn you'd find in the movies, the dreamy sort of Brooklyn it used to be three years ago.

An immediate fresh breath of nostalgia.

There was that tiniest hope that lingered deep inside of him, believing that Brooklyn’s still savable.

Eventually, the both of you spot the local Gristedes down the road, the building growing larger with each step. Miles opted to slow his steps down, just to walk longer with you and yet, you paced hurriedly. He follows the sight of your silhouette prancing around, admiring you from afar. When you can no longer sense him, you turn around and halt your walk, waiting for him to keep up. Miles hurriedly jogs to meet you, humming a sweet tune when a sort of blurry vision clouds his mind.

A piercing pain shoots through his temple, making him wince. For a moment, his vision blurs and spots of red taint his eyes. Suddenly, you appear before him in the midst of a fire— glaring at him with such hatred. Your silhouette appears as a dark burgundy, taking center in a world set ablaze.

You call out his name in the feverish illusion.

"Miles."

He winces, taking a step back.

"Miles!"

Suddenly, he's pulled back into reality with your voice.

There you stood, eyes so riddled with worry.

"... What..?"

"Are you okay?" You walk back to him, placing a hand over his forehead. "Are you sick? What happened?"

He gasps for air, but only once. Seeing you now, looking so worried about him, it was enough confirmation that what he saw was all just a dream.

But what in the hell what was that?

As your hand presses against his cheek, Miles cups over it with his own, following the lead of your voice to find peace. "Sorry," He finally spoke, voice too much of a whisper for you to process. "It’s like I hallucinated or sum.”

You click your tongue. "You just had one hit of vape, man, the fuck you on?”

He mumbles an incoherent explanation, to which you grumble. “Do you need medicine? Maybe I can—“ You frantically turn your head in search of a place. “Maybe we can go somewhere and get you some medicine.”

“I’m fine, ma, don’t get all riled up.”

“You’re hot.”

“I know.”

“Not in that way!”

“Ouch.”

“I’m just– I’m worried about you, Miles.”

“Oh, are you now?” He teased, placing a hand over yours.

Miles gently places your hand down, eventually taking your other and burying them both in his palms. Your hands were much smaller and softer compared to his. Like velvet to leather, a paw to a claw.

He gently squeezed, an urge to hold them forever ringing in his mind. Miles looked up to see you and the way your eyes traveled from his hands, to his chest, up to his chin, and then straight into his gaze.

“Do continue worryin’ about me.” He whispers. “I’m feelin’ very special right now.”

You scrunched your brow, looking up with the softest gaze you ever endowed.

“Oh, is that right?”

“Mhm.”

It was enough to steal the air from his lungs. Of all the things, Miles didn't fear for this to all be a dream, he feared that this would all just be a game to you. Dreams would mean that this wasn't you, but a trickery of his mind— his anxiety. He'd be able to keep you once he wakes up. But since this was real, he'd have to suffer through the pain of either losing you or hating you, none of which were choices he liked.

He found you most confusing at times like these.

Most of the time, you were an open book. Your mouth was unfiltered, whether it be in conveying your emotions or saying the most out of pocket things, but at the same time, you often kept to yourself. He hardly heard anything about your family, your friends, or your life— aside from a few side stories you'd recall in the midst of reminiscing— other than that, you kept a lot of secrets.

And he didn't want to invade your privacy, or overstep your boundaries. He figured you'd tell him someday: the things that would bother you, or the memories that'd make you zone out for a few seconds.

He was too afraid of you finding out who he was. Too afraid of losing you, or hating you.

But moments like these were a detriment to his rationality.

In that icy weather, all that made Miles shiver was you.

“Miles.” You called out his name again. “... I think.. I have to go.”

Unconsciously, he mutters. “Already?”

“We’ll see each other again tomorrow.” You couldn’t help but comfort of him. “I promise.”

Let’s meet in our little place. I won’t call it my home, because home is wherever you go.

He swallows the lump that had formed at his throat, hesitantly releasing your hands. “Okay.” He sighs. “Okay, get home safely.” He detangles your fingers, savoring the warmth of your skin. You pivot your heel to leave, pulling your hood over your head. Miles simply watches as you walk and turn one last time.

“Bring your sketchbook next time, alright?”

He nods. “I will.”

“Buh-bye.” You wave one final time. Miles raised his hand to bid you adieu.

If only you knew.

As you disappear down the block, Miles clutches the notebook carefully hidden in his inner pocket.

It was at that moment, Miles couldn’t help but ponder.

How could I show you my sketchbook when all it’s filled of is you?

Uh, uh, catch me ridin’ like a bitch

Got the six forty-five, catch me ridin’ with my bitch

Uh, long hair, Lana, that’s my bitch

Uh, You can tell by the swagger and the lips, uh

The radio eases down with the volume upon the flick of a finger.

“How was she?”

Snapped from the voice of his uncle, Miles’ head perks up. An icy water bottle flies past Aaron’s hand, tossing it over to Miles as it landed straight into his palms. “Did’ya finally tell her?” He adds, to which the boy slumps deep into his seat and grumbles.

Drenched in sweat and small bruises, Miles took his well-deserved break atop his uncle’s couch— chest rising and falling with each heave, wifebeater all soaked. He squints at the ceiling while lazily popping the cap off the bottle. “I don’t even have to tell her, man. She knows— I know she knows, but I dunno if- if she likes me too or if she’s jus playin’ w’me.” Miles manages to rant in between heavy breaths, mind and body completely exhausted from training. Aaron sits by his side, dragging a towel over his neck.

“Yikes. What makes you think that?”

The cold water smoothly flushes down his throat, easing his fatigue. “She flirts with me more than I flirt with her— damn, I can’t even get a single line in.”

“.. You like a chick that’s got more game than you?” Aaron reiterates, amused by what he’s hearing. He laughs at Miles’ frustrated face, shaking his head. “You sure you’re my nephew, man?”

“Oh, I’ve got game.” The boy defends himself. “I held her hands and everythin’. She’s prolly hella into me too.”

“Or, she just plays the game better than you do.”

“Nah—“ Miles denies, but it makes him think. “Nah, she’s into me. I’m sure of it, but I think she’s kind of like… Denying it or I dunno.”

He recalls the way you scrunched your brows, and looked up at him as though he was all you could ever want to look at. It’s got him zoning out, nibbling on the brim of his bottle like a nervous little pup. Aaron simply shrugs. “I’m just sayin’, Miles, it’s not like y’all are in the Titanic. I don’t see why she wouldn’t go for ya.”

“I mean,” He scavenges for the right words to say. “I mean, what if she’s like.. Not ready or sum?”

“… How old is she?”

“Sixteen.”

Aaron’s head spun in a quick flash. “Sixteen!? Aren’t you fifteen? Damn, now I don’t blame her. You’re a whole kid in her eyes, my man.”

“A ki— a kid!?” He scoffed. “I’d have to squat down just to reach her height— why the hell would she see me as a kid?”

While taking a sip off his bottle, Aaron lifts a finger cautiously. “That,” He spoke in between sips. “That’s the reason why she sees you as a kid.” Miles furrows his brows, completely anonymous to the reason. “You’re too defensive. You should be more suave, my man. Be a gentleman.“ He pulls up a couple moves. “Jazz her like this. The ladies love dancing.”

“You telling me I gotta dance with her or sum?” Chewing on his cheek, he grumbles. “Now, how the hell do I do that?”

Aaron hums.

“You know all about the shoulder touch?”

Tick. Tick. Tick.

Dark halls, hushed voices in a box.

“I’m not having this conversation with you again.”

The chair’s legs screech against the marble as he stands up.

"She's turning sixteen next year, hardly even eighteen, if this gets out— not only would it be harmful for our family reputation, she'll be permanently eradicated from receiving opportunities in the future."

A dead gaze hung in the darkness, eyeing the figure that stood before him stubbornly.

"Your sister is incredibly capable, and she's doing a lot to support our means for the sake of the family."

Tick. Tick. Tick.

"Which is more than what I can say for you, Antonne."

Antonne stood before his father, chin held high and gaze, unyielding. The old man tapped his pen against the mahogany, each tick filling in the spaces between the clock's ticking. Within the spaces, and with each passing second, Antonne stood in the thick tension that filled the office like a soldier keeping his head above water.

The old man’s pen points at him accusingly. "Be happy for her, as she's cleaning up after your mistakes. Who would you be without your sister?”

The boy tenses.

“Do you think you’ll be able to save yourself?”

Antonne stood by the hall, eyes daunt and staring a thousand yards deep into an invisible void. For a while, he shortly allowed his mind to go completely blank. Well, it wasn't entirely blank, it was full— but everything was all blurred together that it was better to think that he was thinking about nothing.

A restless mind paired along with an unfortunately still beating heart.

His head’s piqued when a familiar sound of footsteps begin to permeate amidst the hall. The steady sound of heels thumping against the carpet, like a careful warning to those who stood in her way.

“Antonne,” Her voice calls out. “What are you doing out here?”

Your presence emerges from the shadows like a ghost who’d waited for too long. He steps in front your father’s office door, as if to block your entrance. Parting his lips, he calls for your name.

“… Your job. Are you sure you want to partake in such a thing?”

You raise a brow, understandably befuddled by his sudden disruption.

“I’m going to be honest with you.” He begins. “Our family is not the best. Our money doesn’t come mainly from sanctioned ways although we parade it as though it were. I can forgive all that, but what I can’t forgive is ruining all your potential.”

“I don’t understand. Where is all this coming from?” Your gaze narrows harshly. Though you try to appear genuinely ignorant of what he’s saying, the knowledge of it was enough to make your blood boil. Antonne sighed a deep sigh, a million words pouring into his mind like waves crashing.

“I am simply worried about you,” He claims. “You’ve been handling these affairs since you were thirteen. And it’s unfair for you to handle such things when you’re only fifteen—“

“I’m sixteen.”

“… When you’re only sixteen.”

You scoff. “Do you even have any idea of what I’m doing?”

“.. The job you’re doing, was my job three years ago.” Antonne’s words made you grit your teeth. “I know all about what you do, and I may have failed in what I did— I’m not as smart or as cunning as you— but I’ll never forget how that job ruined me.”

You snicker. “You talk like that, but you want the job to yourself.”

Your brother stiffens, but his face remains ever-so stoic.

“It’s better for you to give the job to me.”

“This is what it’s all about?” Your voice lividly lowers into a hush as you take a step towards him. “You abandoned all your responsibilities, made me carry the hotel for three years, and now that the work’s lighter, you want to take it away from me?”

With each step you take, Antonne soon finds his back pressed against the door, swallowing the lump that had formed at his throat. With one final attempt to get you to listen, he finally pulls.

“Does he know?”

Gesturing over to the fineness of your clothes, the shine of your pearls, Antonne then hissed.

“That boy you meet in Brooklyn. Does he know who you are?”

Visibly startled upon the mention of Miles, your frustration crumbles into caution. Your head turns away, lids twitching. “I’m not quite sure what you’re talking about.” Was your attempt of a lie. Antonne straightened his lips, determined to rekindle his confident stature.

“… How naïve of you.” Antonne seethed. “Do you think father’s going to let this go once he finds out?”

You scoff. “Is that a threat?”

“A warning.” He corrects of you. “Have you forgotten who you are? You’re our family’s only daughter— you’re the face of our family in high society. Not only that, but you’re engaged.”

“I’m sixteen. Fuck you mean ‘engaged’? That engagement’s hardly been processed as a legitimate promise. You and I both know it’s for the sake of shutting up the Fisks, anyway.”

“It’s scandalous.” Antonne spewed with venom on his tongue. “You’re not a kid. You’re two years away from being an adult.” He thrusts an accusing finger into your shoulder blade. “And everyone’s eyes are on you— if people were to ever find out about your little escapade, you’d be ruined.”

“Then cover it up.” You ruthlessly shoot back. “That’s all our family ever does anyway.”

As you try to maneuver past him, Antonne then interjected.

“Then what about that boy? What would he think?”

And that’s enough to make you freeze.

“Would he be able to handle you? You… Don’t forget that he could’ve known someone who was a victim.”

You could almost imagine Miles’ face contorting into disgust upon the unveiling of the truth. An inevitable scene. You’d been trying to run away from the scene like a dog with your tail caught between your legs. Your teeth dig a little too deep into your lips, blood seeping in the corners of your frown. Though you try to keep your composure, the mention of Miles was enough to send you trembling.

“No matter how much you hide it, he’ll learn about your identity sooner or later.”

“He won’t.” Your reply came out haggardly. “He won’t find out.”

“And what makes you so sure?”

Your jaw clenches, eyes bloodshot from exhaustion. You think about throwing something at him, or pulling on his hair— yet you ease your nerves like any other dignified girl.

As if on cue, your father opens the door, exchanging glances between you and your brother, reeking of fresh tobacco and dust.

“What the hell are you two doing, bickering in front of my door?”

His voice is harsh and demeaning, like winter at its worst peak. A voice that haunted you all throughout your younger years, now it was just nothing but another normality to you and your dull days.

“It’s nothing, dad.” You reassure, casting a side-eye at Antonne. “Nothing at all.”

Only then, you pulled the manila folder up to exit the situation. “In regards to the landscaping for the hotel, I have the submissions. I figured we should discuss about it.”

“Right,” He snaps his fingers. “Shall we?”

You leave Antonne in the darkness, shutting the door with a slam.

“God… She’s going to be the death of all of us.”

[phanfictioncatalogue]

Short And Sweet (3) Masterlist

part one, part two

a bit ridiculous (ao3) - manchesterau

Summary: And it would all feel a bit ridiculous if Dan wasn’t so madly in love.

a bite, a bruise (ao3) - phansong

Summary: Warning for TIT Spoilers!

at first blush this is fate (ao3) - alittlestarsick

Summary: 2009 Dan and Phil have a cute winter moment in the snow before Dan has to go back home from his visit to Phil

Bear Mask (ao3) - VendettaWound

Summary: While Dan does think Phil's Freddy Fazbear costume is ridiculous, he also finds it very endearing.

Blonde hair and broken lamps. (ao3) - TheWolfWithinMe

Summary: If you've watched the mukbang, you'll know where this is going.

Falling for you (ao3) - dnpangels

Summary: Dan and Phil are cuddling in Phil's tour bus bunk. When Dan slips and falls out of the bunk, he wakes up the entire tour crew. Fluff and teasing from the crew ensues.

First Day Jitters (ao3) - dprkives

Summary: Dan comforts a nervous Phil about meeting his audience again after 6 years.

Flying home to you (ao3) - harrysbabyboo

Summary: I just found out Dan flew back from the Australian leg of his ‘we’re all doomed’ tour for Phil’s birthday and I am DEVASTATED.

french toast, again (ao3) - buskingalbatross

Summary: Dan's ice cream shop dream, sort of. Not really.

guardians of a rare thing (ao3) - Mildredo

Summary: the morning after the antwerp show.

Hoodie Weather (ao3) - dat_carovieh

Summary: Dan loves wearing Phil's clothes

“I’ll take that bet.” (ao3) - yikesola

Summary: “You tweeted the kids?” Dan laughs, entering the lounge and holding his phone.

“I couldn’t help it!” Phil rolls his eyes. “You found a new Phil.”

A ficlet about hands and jealousies.

If we were two sunflowers, I would have faced you instead of the sun (ao3) - twinphantasy

Summary: It didn’t really matter where they were or what they were looking at because Dan would always be looking at Phil.

Last Week on the Sims (ao3) - antiadvil

Summary: In which Dan and Phil get married, post vague wedding photos on Instagram, disappear for a week, and only address it in the first two minutes of a Sims video.

Like Dreaming of Angels (ao3) - steddieornot

Summary: While he firmly believed everyone deserved love, in some shape or form, this was something else. The love he and Phil shared was otherworldly, impossible to contain. It was more than romantic in every feasible way. And somehow, fate had bestowed it upon him, just a guy from a small town in Reading. And deep down, he knew that even if fate rewrote his path, he would still have found Phil every time.

Loving His Ear (ao3) - Kim_Aurora_135

Summary: Appreciation literature.

(not) sponsored by funyuns (ao3) - Mildredo

Summary: “Go to bed,” Dan says. “We can have midnight snacks tomorrow.”

“You’re a midnight snack,” Phil mumbles, then turns his head a little and presses his teeth against Dan’s pyjama bottoms to illustrate his point.

pizza & packing (ao3) - blossomsphan

Summary: dan and phil eat pizza and pack for their trip. they might love each other a little bit

Pounce (ao3) - Kim_Aurora_135

Summary: Dan and Phil met online. This is a fiction of the first in-person meeting.

remote crisis manager (ao3) - danhoweiis

Summary: it's 4am in auckland the day before dan's show and dan is having a crisis

remote crisis manager (part 2) (ao3) - danhoweiis

Summary: it's 4am in england and phil gets a call from dan who is having a crisis whilst in auckland before his show

Stinky Baby (ao3) - easybubbyy

Summary: Phil can be a bit bossy sometimes... (especially in the mornings). Dan doesn't mind one bit.

True Blue (ao3) - OnePoundJasmines

Summary: An ode to love and understanding (and also iced lattes)

you rocked my world and never left it (ao3) - jonsaremembers

Summary: some sights, smells and sounds in Turkey, and the feelings that follow

[gavisuntiedboot]

heyyy could you please do one where you go random grocery shopping w gavi and basically just having a normal day hanging out together?? im so sorry if its very vague i just saw smth similar in my dream😭

A/N: this one has been sitting in my inbox for so so long but I never forget about any of y’all 🫶

~~~

“Why are you dressed? Where are you going?”

Gavi’s head peaked up from over the back of the couch, the show the two of you had put on still playing on the background. He had fallen asleep on your lap about an hour ago, waking up to find your hoodie clad form trying to quietly open the door.

“I’m just going to the store to get a few things missing for dinner. I was just going to let you sleep - you seem like you could use the rest, mi amor.”

Gavi sat up fully now, rubbing his eyes and stretching, the golden light of the late afternoon sun bouncing off his tanned skin. His hazel eyes were hooded as they met yours, a pout across his plump lips.

“You don’t want me to come with you?”

Fuck. He was just so adorable.

“I want you to relax on your day off. But I would love of you came with me, Pablito. Go out on one of our sweaters - it’s chilly out.”

“Our sweaters?” Pablo asked, peering at you from over his shoulder with one eyebrow raised. Over the last year, you had slowly stealing over 80% of Gavi’s clothing with sleeves, and you occasionally let him loan them back out.

“I bought all these sweaters with my hard earned money and I have to make an appointment to wear them.” Gavi came out in his dark green Zara hoodie, spraying it with 1 million by Paco Rabanne.

“It’s my ticket sales that pay that salary, so these hoodies are still mine. Come here.”

You hugged him close, deeply breathing in his cologne. You drove to the grocery store by your house, Gavi grabbing a cart and following you around the store.

You scanned the shelves, grabbing items and handing them to Gavi, who arranged them in the cart. You moved towards the sweets aisle, standing in front of the shelves and staring up at the massive selection before you. Two arms wrapped around your waist, and you felt Pablo rest his head on your shoulder.

“Should we get Cadbury eggs or Reese’s bunnies?”

He hummed to signify that he was thinking, pulling you closer against him.

“Why don’t you get both if you can’t decide?” He asked, punctuating the sentence with a kiss on your cheek. You giggled at the sensation of his lips on you.

“Noooo Pablo, we don’t want all chocolate candy. We also want some of the sour patch kids. And some skittles. And-“

“We might want to get some toothpaste as well. Are you trying to kill us with sugar?” He asked, grabbing the items from the shelves.

“Shut up. I love sweets.” You said, moving to the end of the aisle and spotting the sour patch kids at the top. You stood on your toes to grab it, shirt riding up. You felt someone pull the hem of your sweatshirt down.

“Amor, stop showing off my girlfriend to the whole store. This is private property.” Gavi said as he kissed your temple. He released you, reached up and grabbed your sweets from the shelf, and tossed them into the cart. You grabbed the cart, moving towards the fridges, and Gavi grabbed the bar as well, caging you in his arms.

You two continued to walk around the grocery store like lovesick teenagers - maybe that’s what you were. There was nothing in the world that brought you more joy than this domestic bliss. Walking around your local grocery store, telling little jokes and stories, grabbing whatever snacks tickled your fancy. Gavi kept his arms around you, giving you somewhat discrete kisses as you two continued your shopping. At the end you scanned all your items, and as you were digging in your purse, you heard the ding of Apple Pay.

“Pablo! Why did you pay for the groceries? I wanted to treat you to dinner!”

He smirked at you, grabbing the bags.

“It will be a cold day in hell when I let my girl pay for anything. Besides, amor, you’re going to cook for us.”

You smiled, grabbing the last bag that he couldn’t carry. You two got in the car, and as you drove home, Pablo continued to tell you stories about football and training, feeding you sour patch kids on the ride home. This was it. You were in love with Pablo, and he was in love with you. And it made everything, even buying groceries, feel like a magical and memorable moment that you never wanted to end.

~~~

A/N: short and sweet 🥰🥰 hope y’all enjoy, and please feel free to send requests for new imagines (or or or - as a treat for reading this far, send things you really want to see included in the next part of just pretend 🤭). Love y’all!!!

[elvensorceress]

spicy sunday sentences 🔥

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They’ve technically seen each other naked many times. Between several rounds of living together, years of sharing a locker and shower room while working together, not to mention all the times they helped each other through serious injuries and horrible days, it’s many many times. 

But it wasn’t like this. Baring themselves so there’s nothing in between them anymore. Making themselves defenseless and vulnerable because they’re safe with each other, because they want to be closer than they ever have been. 

Eddie doesn’t know if he’s ever dropped all defenses and broken down every wall and let someone into his fortress tower where he won’t run and won’t hide. But he would for Buck. He trusts Buck with his whole life.

His heart and soul have been screaming for so long that Buck is their match, his most perfect complement, his long-needed partner. What is there that Eddie wouldn’t give to him? He knows it would be safe and protected. He knows Buck would treasure and adore and give everything of himself in return. 

So, Buck has technically seen him naked, more naked than this many times. But he still looks at Eddie as if he’s never seen daylight and Eddie somehow just made the sun rise. 

Eddie takes a step toward him and rests his hand against Buck’s scruffy cheek, gently cradling and stroking just to feel how he feels. He's so beautiful and strong, hard and soft, emotional, loving, handsome, imperfect but perfect and everything in between. 

He makes the sun rise for Eddie, too. 

Eddie motions for Buck to move backward, which he hurriedly does, scooting himself into the middle of their bed. Eddie puts one knee on the mattress with the intention of slipping into his spot on the bed beside him, but then decides he’s had more than enough distance and follows Buck until he can climb on top of him instead with his thighs on either side of Buck’s hips. 

He loves Buck between his legs. He’s decided. It’s a very good thing. It’s so intimate and Eddie can keep him and he can even rock back and forth and rub them together and feel Buck twitching and pressing low against his body where he’s never let anyone touch him. Where it makes burning aching throbbing pulse deep within him and he knows he would feel it right there were he able to have Buck inside him. 

God, he wants Buck inside him. He wants Buck to be his and his alone forever. He wants to take everything of him and make it irrevocably part of himself where he never has to be without and Buck never has to feel unwanted or like he’s too much. And they can always be together, a united team never meant to be apart. 

Eddie slowly settles on top of him, their thighs, abdomens, and chests finally pressing together and matching up with nothing in between them. Nothing but soothing, immersive heaven of skin against skin. Buck holds him, runs his hands all over Eddie’s back and sides and shoulders, and Eddie could easily dissolve into a puddle and never return to solid form. 

Feeling this, having this makes him so warm. It reaches into him and erases an ache he’s carried maybe his whole life. The longing for a partner. The wish to never be abandoned and alone. The dream of vibrant, unquestionable, devoted. His perfect loving sunshine. 

Has anything ever felt as good as being this close to Buck? Eddie can’t think of anything. He can’t imagine anything else. Nothing has ever graced his body with gentleness like this, nothing with this much affection. He’s covered in unassailable armor but it’s soft, gentle, careful clouds of silk that feel nothing like bullets or fists or judgement or panic.

He strokes both hands through Buck’s hair and beautiful blue eyes flutter closed as Buck tips his head and leans into the touches. He finds Eddie’s thighs and then hips and then holds onto his lower back as he shifts and tenses and seems like he’s holding back from arching into Eddie and thrusting their bodies together. 

Eddie doesn’t want him to hold back. Eddie wants to feel him. All of him.

He didn’t really take the time to look there. But holy fucking god, can he feel how hard Buck is already. He can feel how badly Buck wants. He’s massively long and thick, all bulging, straining heat but solid, adamantine, diamond steel, and pressing almost exactly where Eddie could have him. 

Eddie needs to have him, wants him where he can possess and protect, and revel in how good they are together. 

[stolenslumber]

[8:30pm] (sjy)

PAIRING: sim jaeyun x gender neutral reader GENRE: established relationship, pure and simple fluff WARNINGS: kissing, suggestive content WORD COUNT: ~800

Jungwon opens the door with a toothbrush sticking out of his mouth, mumbling some approximation of "He's in his room" around it.

You throw him a thumbs-up and slip down the hallway to Jake's room, trying your best not to disturb any of the sleeping boys knocked out on various surfaces in the dorm. When you enter Jake's room, the air conditioning is on at full blast, making you shiver in your thin top.

The room is dark save for the glow-in-the-dark stars you had spent an afternoon sticking on the ceiling together, so it takes a second for your eyes to adjust and make out the shape of your boyfriend curled up in bed, cocooned in a black hoodie and the quilt your mom had made for him last year. Jake sleeps with one arm underneath his head, the other curved around some invisible cavity. You have to suppress the urge to coo at the sight— even in slumber, he makes space for you.

Jet lag has clearly hit him hard, and even though you had been ready to order delivery and watch a movie with him, just looking at him makes you want to sleep, too. Decision made, you waste no time in slotting yourself into the space he left for you and carefully rearranging the quilt so that it covers you both.

Jake grunts but shifts automatically to accommodate you, mumbling something incomprehensible. You pat the arm now laying over your waist soothingly, and soon his breathing evens back out, asleep once more. You're quick to follow, lulled by the rhythmic whooshing of the air conditioning and the steady pulse in his wrist against your fingertips.

When Jake wakes up some indeterminable amount of time later, the first thing he notices is the numbness of his arm, pinned underneath his head when he'd accidentally fallen asleep waiting for you to arrive. The next thing he notices is warm skin underneath his palm, from where his hand had slipped under your top while you were both asleep.

He's so, so happy to see you, though he feels bad about falling asleep before you even got here. The past few weeks have been exhausting and anxiety-ridden, and the sight of you feels like a balm to his soul.

He's smiling dopily at the back of your neck, so he doesn't notice when you wake up, and then he's startled when you twist in his hold to face him, greeting him with a slightly hoarse, "Hi, baby."

"Hey," he whispers back, leaning towards you slightly to plant a kiss on your forehead. Still half-asleep, his mouth runs sweet nonsense without really thinking about it. "I thought I dreamed of you coming in, but you're really here."

You release a laugh in the form of a puff of air and tug on the strings of his hoodie to keep him close to you. "Of course I'm really here; where else would I be?"

His response is automatic. "In my dreams, angel."

You snort and push against his chest a little. "Sick line, dude, how often does that work for you?"

He whines and brings you back even closer, nudging his nose into your neck and nipping at your pulse point, just because he likes the way it makes you gasp and squirm in his arms. "Seems to be working pretty well for me right now, don't you think?"

"Yeah, yeah, I get it, you've got the rizz, or whatever." You try to match his playful tone, but the hitch in your breath when his mouth starts wandering across your collarbones gives you away.

He's stopped by his own yawn, though, and then he's smiling apologetically at you. "Sorry I fell asleep, by the way. You wanna watch that movie now, or— ohhhh." Interrupted by his own yawn, again.

You do coo this time, enamored by the way his eyes blink half-open and his hair falls messily across his forehead. "Nah, we can always do that another time. I know you're going to be hungry later, though, so I scheduled the delivery to come in an hour. Go back to sleep, yeah? I'll wake you when it's here."

He beams at you in delight. "You're perfect, and I love you."

"'Cause I got you pizza? You're kinda easy, you know." You pat his cheek gently, your actions contrasting your teasing words.

He giggles, and then he turns his head to kiss the palm of your hand. "Only for you."

You hum softly, reaching up to run your fingers through his sleep-mussed hair. "Love you, too. Sweet dreams, Jaeyun."

He nods against your hand and leaves one last kiss on the tip of your nose before closing his eyes. "See you there, darling."

[fin.]

[andsour]

₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ ... only friend

characters : mackenzie "kenzie" noh , mark lee

warnings : none i think! it's not necessarily angst , but lmk if there's something i should add

notes : this takes place in summer of 2017! it's more like a prologue. named after the song "only friend" by wallows <3

words : 881

“hey, remember the first week you got here—”

“oh god,”

“when— when we—” mark struggles to speak, cut off by his own obnoxious laughter. “and then you started crying—”

“not funny! you guys told me there was a ghost in the practice room and then left me alone in there!” kenzie defends her only somewhat younger self. it was two years ago, but the memory is fresh in her mind.

“okay, but dude, it was necessary,” he snickers, and technically, he’s right. would she have come out of the shell of shyness and nerves she’d formed around herself with time? probably. but scaring her out of it worked well enough, in the end. “i mean, look at us now.”

“i should’ve gotten you back,” she pouts, but it melts into a smile.

the chains make this horrible screeching sound as she digs her shoe into the mulch below her, twisting herself a little in the swing. they’re at this playground, deserted due to the late hour, that’s just a five–minute walk away from the sm trainee dorms.

this is something they used to do all the time— sneak out of their respective dorms when everyone else was asleep, walk to a nearby convenience store and buy soda and snacks, then come back here to hang out and talk all night. after mark debuted, it became their primary way of seeing each other, albeit much less often.

“you’ll never get to now, though,” he doesn’t mean for it to come out sounding as sad as it does, clearing his throat afterwards.

“yeah…” she mumbles, looking down at her half–eaten cup of instant noodles, poking around at it with the wooden convenience store chopsticks.

she really, really wanted things to work out as sm. after all, this had been her dream. she dropped her whole life— her family, all her friends, school, competitive dance— and came all the way to seoul just to train here. she thought she had it all figured out, so close to her goals she could taste them. then she went on tv and those netizens said all those terrible things, and the boys all debuted and herin left, and she felt so alone all of a sudden. her goals had started to taste bitter, rotten.

after a long discussion with her parents, they agreed to let her stay in korea with her aunt and uncle full–time so she can continue going to hanlim and hopefully try again somewhere else, so it’s not like it’s completely over. just an end of an era.

still, these past two years have been the best of kenzie’s life. she’s learned so much, made so many meaningful connections. she may have hated being crammed into a tiny dorm with all the other girls and having no privacy, but she’d still shed a few tears with them when she officially moved out a couple days ago. she’s always going to have a soft spot for the time she spent here.

“it’s gonna be really weird. it already is. like, i can’t just go downstairs and talk to you anymore,” mark says, his hoodie pulled up over his head and black face mask tucked under his chin. he’s not quite swinging, just rocking back and forth. “what am i gonna do without you?”

“i think you’ll live,” she scrunches her nose. “you still have your whole group, all our friends.”

mark shakes his head, a soft smile pulling at his lips. “nah, it’s different,” he pauses, looking over at her. “you’re my person, y’know?”

a familiar warmth floods kenzie’s chest at the words, flowing right from where her heart is.

she guesses now, more than ever, would be the right time to finally get this off of her chest. after tonight, mark’s going to be even busier with his career and kenzie’s technically going back to being a normal teenager. he’ll travel the world, meet all types of girls, all prettier and more interesting than she is. who knows if they’ll ever even see each other again.

but then she thinks again.

she shouldn’t risk ruining the night. and it’s not that even that big a deal, really. he’s just one boy out of millions in the world, crushes come and go faster than the winds change. even quicker than the speed of light. surely, she’ll sooner feel nothing but friendship for mark lee before the world ends.

“so, what now?” mark inquires. “any ideas where you’re gonna go?”

kenzie tilts her head at the question. she actually hasn’t given that much thought. “i dunno. i think i’m just gonna focus on school and dance for right now, then probably start auditioning later. or maybe i’ll go back home and become a professional clerk at whole foods.” she says sardonically, shrugging, and mark chuckles.

“and i’ll come buy frozen pizzas from that whole foods every time i visit— fund your career, y’know,” he promises, leaning close enough in his swing to nudge her with his elbow, and the sheer sincerity in his voice is enough to make kenzie giggle. “but for real, though. we’ll still get together and hang out and stuff. nothing’s gonna change. right?”

everything is going to change. kenzie knows this for a fact.

but tonight, absolutely nothing has to change.

“right.”

[nightynightyluvv]

Under the Weight of Stars

myung jaehyun x reader

Summary: Myung Jaehyun is days away from his debut, but the pressure feels like it's crushing him. In the quiet of his doubt, you step in to remind him he doesn’t have to face it alone.

general genre ➵ platonic lovers, ( if that's a thing??) angst, fluff, gender neutral reader, some depressive and insecure thoughts, hurt/comfort.

The dorm was eerily quiet. Everyone else had gone back to their rooms an hour ago, but the soft creak of floorboards gave Jaehyun away. You found him sitting by the window, the city lights casting a glow over his hunched figure. He wasn’t crying, but the heavy rise and fall of his shoulders said everything.

“Jaehyun?” you called softly, approaching him like one would a fragile flower. His head snapped up, and for a moment, his expression was unreadable half guarded, half exhausted.

“Oh… it’s you,” he said, his voice raspy. “Why are you awake?”

“ I Could ask you the same thing.” You crouched down in front of him, tilting your head to meet his averted gaze. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he lied, too quickly. The smile he tried to summon fell apart before it could form. “I’m fine. Just thinking.” But you knew better.

“Jaehyun.” I know something is bothering you I whatever it is I can help. Your voice was even softer but a hint of firmness was shown now, the softness replaced with quiet insistence. “Talk to me, please, I say softly.”

He let out a sharp breath, his hand tugging at the hem of his hoodie as if grounding himself. “It’s just… everything.” You waited, giving him the silence he needed to fill.

“The debut… it’s supposed to be everything we've worked for, right? But instead of being excited, I also feel… terrified.” His voice cracked on the last word, and he dropped his head into his hands. “What if I mess up? What if I’m not good enough? What if… everyone realizes I don’t belong?”

Your heart ached seeing him like this—Jaehyun, who was always so composed, so bright never let anything get to him is right in front of you unraveling under the weight of his own expectations.

“You don’t have to be perfect,” you whispered, reaching out to place your hand over his. He flinched slightly at the contact but didn’t pull away. “No one expects you to be. The fact that you’re even here, standing on the brink of your dream… that’s already incredible.”

He finally looked up, his eyes red-rimmed but dry. “It doesn’t feel like enough.”

“It is.” You squeezed his hand, letting the warmth of your touch speak where words couldn’t. “You’re enough, Jaehyun. And if you stumble, if things don’t go exactly as planned, it doesn’t mean you’ve failed. It just means you’re human. We've practiced for years right? Just because we have doesn't mean we're going to be perfect we might mess up lyrics forget steps but that's okay I know I don't understand what being a leader feels like but I hope I can help you feel less overwhelmed ”

For a moment, he didn’t respond. Then, slowly, he leaned forward, resting his forehead against yours. The gesture was intimate, vulnerable a quiet surrender to the comfort you offered.

“Thank you,” he murmured, his voice barely audible.

“Always,” you replied, your fingers brushing through his hair soothingly.

The silence that followed wasn’t heavy or stifling—it was warm, a cocoon of shared understanding.

“You’ll shine bright ,” you whispered, the conviction in your voice strong enough for both of you. “Because that’s who you are, Jaehyun. A star.”

And for the first time that night, he smiled a small, fleeting thing, but genuine.

As you sat there together, the weight on his shoulders seemed a little lighter, the path ahead a little brighter. On the outside you maybe seem calm and fine about your debut but on the inside you're terrified and anxious but I'm also hopeful that we make a great debut I'm sure ZICO won't let us down

Author Notes-I hope you enjoyed my first story I know it's a little short but I'm hoping you all at least enjoyed it and possibly want more??

[samaximoff]

CHAPTER ONE: HELLEVATOR.

In the bustling streets of Seoul, i made my way here seven years ago, i have also been a traniee for those seven years. Who would've thought i could feel this much rejection and loneliness. i didn't think it would be this difficult; i didn't know i could be stuck in one place, in one spot for so long.

all it has ever been is me trying to debut with a group but ending up cut out, or like today, i attempted to go in solo, i did my own music, and i was good but not good enough to debut. JYP said i should at least find someone, even one person who wants to debut with me, that i can't do this alone. He said if I get someone he will give us another chance to perform to see if we can debut.

Easier said than done.

No one even talks to me, let alone wants to work with me. I'm a freak here, just like back at home. Why did I think it would be different just because i moved?

I decided to go out for a walk and clear my head.

or at least try to clear my head.

With so much doubt beginning to creep in, i just kept questioning if I should give up on my aspirations. If this was or will be worth it. I feel like maybe It's a sign, maybe I should just quit.

i rubbed my eyes in frustration letting out a sigh.

Can i just get a good sign? Can i get a reason not to quit my dream? i thought to myself.

as I wandered through the city, lost in all my thoughts, not fully paying attention i happened to accidentally collided with someone. I almost fell over but she grabbed my arm to stop the my fall and her drink fell onto my hoodie, then the floor.

shit; i hope shes not too mad I made her lose her drink. i thought.

"Are you alright?" she began, but as soon as I looked up at her, I was struck with awe and couldn't focus on a single word she said.

In that moment, time seemed to stand still as i looked up and found myself captivated by Soojin's presence.

Is it really Seo Soojin? I had heard about her, thought she was stunning when I saw her on TV, but now, seeing her in person, I'm completely mesmerized. Out of all the people, I was fortunate enough to run into her?

She tilted her head slightly and asked, "Hey, are you okay? I'm sorry I ruined your jacket. Let me make it up to you by washing it for you."

Snapping out of my daze, I replied, "No, it's alright, really." I glanced down at the spilled drink in front of us. "...I'm sorry for causing you to lose your drink," I admitted.

She shook her head. "Still, let me make it up to you. I'll get this cleaned for you," she insisted, tugging at my sleeve, indicating she meant my hoodie.

I bit my bottom lip as I pondered. Could this be a sign?

"Well," I began, "what if you make it up to me in a different way?" I suggested, an idea forming in my mind.

She looked at me with confusion. "What way?" she inquired.

"Would you perform with me?" I asked.

"Perform with you? Are you an idol?" she questioned.

For some reason, in that moment, I felt compelled to tell her everything. I shared how long I had been training, how I struggled to debut because no group wanted me or how I would be kicked out right before a group's debut. I poured out my heart about what happened today and how they refused to accept me moving forward, even as a soloist. No matter how hard I worked, how much I tried, or the kind of song or performance I put together, they wouldn't give me a chance. Once I finished speaking, she paused, deep in thought.

"...Would you at least listen to my demo of a song before you say no?" I asked, interrupting her thoughts.

Soojin looked at me, puzzled yet intrigued by my proposal. We found a nearby café, where I nervously played the demo I had prepared. The heartfelt lyrics and the melody that flowed seamlessly through the speakers resonated with Soojin, stirring emotions she couldn't ignore.

I think in that moment she realized that this unexpected encounter was more than just a coincidence, just like me. It was a chance for both of us to fulfill our dreams together. With a newfound determination, Soojin looked at me and said, "Let's do it. Let's debut together as a duo. I believe in you, and I believe in us."

Her words filled me with a surge of excitement and relief. I had been hoping for her support, but hearing her say those words out loud made it all feel real. i had both been chasing this individual dream for so long, but now, it seemed like fate had brought us together for a reason.

As we sat in that cozy café, surrounded by the aroma of freshly brewed coffee, we began to discuss our plans. We knew that the road ahead wouldn't be easy, but we were determined to make it work. We brainstormed ideas for our performance of this song, what parts would be Soojin's and Soojin decided to be the choreographer for the song. we spoke there until the café closed.

As we stepped out of the café, I made up my mind to accompany her home. We engaged in a conversation about how we would commence our practice sessions and her potential inclusion in our group.

"So, have you come up with a name for our group?" she inquired.

"I'm still pondering on that. I never imagined I would reach this point," I chuckled nervously. "Do you have any ideas?" I prompted.

She tapped her chin with her index finger, humming as she contemplated. "Well, since there are two of us, maybe we could incorporate that number into the name to symbolize our unity."

I pondered for a moment before a thought struck me, causing me to halt in my tracks. "What do you think of Twostar?" I asked.

"That's adorable, I like it," she replied, giving me a smile.

Before we could delve into further discussion, we arrived at her house. "This is me," she stated, coming to a stop and turning to face me. "Give me your phone," she added.

She swiftly typed something into my phone, and a ringing sound emanated from hers. She handed my phone back to me. "So now we have each other's phone numbers. Call me in the morning, and we'll start from there," she said. "Also, text me when you get back to your dorm, okay?"

I nodded and responded, "I will, and thank you for this opportunity. I won't let you down."

She smiled at me. "I have a feeling you won't. See you soon," she said.

"See you," I replied as I watched her walk into her house. Once she disappeared inside, I made my way back to my dorm. I sent a text to Soojin and then allowed myself to sink into my bed.

This was real. It wasn't just a dream. I had contemplated leaving everything behind, but now I didn't have to.

[yuriko-mukami]

His Possession Maniac 03

“Umh… Ruki…”

It was late morning when Yuriko opened her eyes and slowly sat up in the bed that she had become more familiar with than the one that was in the room Ruki had given her. Stretching her arms, she gazed at the steel-blue eyes that monitored her as if they had been doing that for the whole night.

Do vampires sleep at all? Sometimes I wonder…

“Good morning, Yuriko. How are you feeling?”

“I… I am okay.”

Yet there were things lingering, the words unsaid that should be told. It wasn’t only Elizabeth that had occupied Yuriko’s mind but everything else that was going on behind the scenes. Ruki had pulled her into this bubble where all seemed to be well, yet Yuriko knew she couldn’t hide forever.

After dressing up in her pink hoodie and black skirt, Yuriko followed Ruki downstairs to the kitchen for the breakfast as usual. The tea and toast he made were perfect; simmered and fried with right enough time. Yet Yuriko couldn’t quite relax as she thought about the piling up of secrets between them.

“Umh… I need to tell you about something, Ruki…”

“What is it, Yuriko?” Ruki sat across the quivering girl, who sipped lavender-scented green tea to calm her nerves. She swallowed, almost taking the toast but putting it right back on the plate again. Her teal eyes traveled along the table until they reached up, meeting the steel-blue. She opened her mouth and began to speak up slowly, but the more she talked the more easily the words started to come, and the strange story of recent events finally unfolded.

“So, last night my brother came to me in my dream… Well, not exactly in my dream because the In-between is his dream space. He pulled me there. We talked about the situation… Yuuto, that’s his name, isn’t pleased with Dad.”

With slightly shaking lips Yuriko continued. “I want to free Yuuto from our relatives that took him. I… I think Mom can be there too. She left so suddenly. Maybe they took her too or maybe she went to look for Yuuto, but they didn’t let her out anymore. Dad and I… were going to save Yuuto together but it seems that… Dad fooled me and was going to use me for some kind of trade. I… I… assume it means giving me away to get Yuuto back…”

While Yuriko spoke, Ruki’s hand on the table formed a fist, his knuckles gradually turning whiter and whiter. Was he angry with her? Or with the situation? He stayed quiet so Yuriko decided to talk more still, yet she couldn’t help but wonder if she had made a mistake.

“So… so, Yuuto believes that Dad could have some kind of information at home. He suggested that I would go back there and search for it while Dad is at work. I was wondering… if it’s okay for you. I mean… If I visit there today.”

“You definitely will not go there alone.” Ruki’s voice was stern and unrelenting. If he had been adamant the day before about Elizabeth, this time Yuriko could hear that there was no way she could change his mind. The edge of hesitation wasn’t there. “We will visit there together.”

“Oh?” A smile rose on Yuriko’s lips for the first time that morning.

“Yes. What did you expect? You were searching for your mother earlier, were you not? And if it was one of my brothers trapped in such a place as the unknown realm of the kitsune I would make sure to save him from there. We will figure this out together for you.”

That being said, Yuriko could relax for a bit. Ruki was on her side, making sure her father couldn’t play out the trade and helping her to find her mother and save her brother. It was almost impossible to believe that for once someone reached out to her like this, someone was willing to do this for her.

It hadn’t been so long ago that Yuriko had left the apartment building, yet it felt like a distant memory now. At that moment she had simply taken whatever she had thought she would need with her and then walked out.

Yuriko is not a daughter to me.

The words still sprung in Yuriko’s ears. For years she had tried to please the man she had called her father and that he was, at least in the name of biology, but now that she thought about it… had he ever been that? Had he ever cared for her? Tsukino Keisuke had been a distant figure in Yuriko’s childhood. A man who lived in the same house but had been mostly at work and every now and then argued with her mother, making them both cry. Later, Yuriko realized that her father had always been displeased with her doings, so she tried her best to do everything well. Yet nothing had been enough. Now she thought she knew why. She had only been a tool for trade.

Yet Yuriko had failed even in that. She couldn’t do what her father expected from her, for she had promised herself to a person who had reached out for her, taken her hand, and told her he would make her his… possession.

And possession was something precious, wasn’t it? Something to cherish, something not to lose. Ruki had promised not to leave Yuriko, and for that, she had been ready to leave her past life behind.

Yet now that past life stood before her in the form of a concrete building. She stared at the stairs but then let her gaze wander toward a door. She would need to visit the first floor before going in.

“Umh… Ruki… I didn’t take the key when I left. So… I need to ask if the landlord can let us in.”

“Let us not draw attention to ourselves that way. I have a solution to this. Walk with me to the fourth floor,” Ruki answered, taking Yuriko’s hand, and pulling her to the stairs. Without a word, they rose, side by side as if there wasn’t anything unusual going on at all. As if they were a young couple going home together.

As they would do right after this. The thought curled the corners of Yuriko’s mouth up and spread warmth through her body in a way that had happened for ages.

Ruki stopped behind the door of Yuriko’s former home, the gesture reminding her that he indeed knew where she lived even though they had never discussed it. When she had been sick with a cold, he had even appeared at her room and taken her to his to recover, not caring in the least about Keisuke’s objections. Now, Ruki wrapped his arms around Yuriko, pulling her tightly against his body.

“I will teleport us in. Do not worry, you have experienced this earlier.” With the words, the world around Yuriko twisted but only for a brief moment. Her stomach turned into a tight knot, and for a moment, she felt like she was amazingly tiny and enormous at the same time. Like she didn’t exist but was still full of life as the air around them whirled.

And then Yuriko was standing at the entrance of the apartment, still in Ruki’s arms. She pulled herself apart, taking off her shoes before entering. Nothing had changed… No, that wasn’t correct. The place was a bit messier than before, with dishes piling up in the kitchen and a couple of takeaway food boxes lying around on the living room table, making Ruki crinkle his nose slightly. The air had a hint of dust as Yuriko peeked into her room but that wasn’t the place to look for the clues.

“You should take whatever is your belongings you wish to use later. We are not going to visit here anymore if that can be avoided.” Ruki scanned the room together with Yuriko who was pondering what it looked like in his eyes. Was it childish because of the plush toys? Or mature enough because of her choice of literature?

No. There was no time for these thoughts. Yuriko rushed in, hurrying to the closet. As much as she loved her books, it would be impossible to carry all those with them. Instead, she should be practical. Grabbing a duffel bag, she started to rumble through her clothes, picking up only those she loved to use the most.

When Yuriko lifted the bag on the bed, Ruki put two books over the pile of fabric. “You should take these.”

For a moment Yuriko simply stared. Wuthering Heights and The Catcher in the Rye. She blinked, running her fingertips over the covers. “Why these two?”

“The pages are almost torn off; the covers are soft from loving touches. These two books hold a special meaning for you, is that not so, Yuriko?”

Yuriko nodded. “They are among my favorites, but I’m sure that you have own copies in your library too.”

“I do. Yet you should have yours.”

“But…” Yuriko blinked. Chuckling, Ruki brushed a lock of hair off  her face.

“You have made your memories with these copies. And later I wish to hear your thoughts about them. It seems you have great taste in literature, so I will look forward to having an actual conversation with you other than the books we were reading for the school project.”

Yuriko nodded, still gazing at the books. As the school project that had brought them together jumped back into her mind, she couldn’t hide her smile. Those had been the first interesting conversations she had had with Ruki. With a few light steps, she hurried to her bookshelf and pulled out one last book, her own copy of Sarashina Diary. It was the only memento she had saved of Haruko, her first love. Ruki probably didn’t want to know about that but now this book had also gotten another meaning, so it belonged on the bookshelf of Yuriko’s new home.

Yes. A new home indeed.

But now was not the time to dwell on that thought as much as it warmed Yuriko’s heart.

“Umh… I think… We should search through Dad’s study. If he has something, it’s definitely there…”

As Ruki picked up the duffel bag, Yuriko led them back to the hallway, and all the way to her father’s study she hadn’t been allowed to enter. Now, it didn’t matter anymore. Nothing Keisuke would say didn’t matter because he had denied her right to be part of the family.

The door creaked as Yuriko pulled it open. She stepped into the dim room, inching closer to the massive wooden desk. There was no laptop on it but a pile of papers. As she leafed through them a sigh left her lips. All work, nothing personal.

“Perhaps drawers…” Ruki’s voice made Yuriko flinch, but she opened the topmost drawer, grimacing at the mess in it. She didn’t even want to go through the things in it, and it seemed unlikely that it would hold anything useful. The rest of the drawers were mostly the same aside from the insurance files for both Keisuke and Yuriko. At least he had cared enough to get insurance for her… Yuriko went through her own papers only to notice that there weren’t any mentions of her childhood accident when she had hit her head and her parents had to take her to a specialist. Wouldn’t that be something the insurance company would have wanted to know about? Yuriko didn’t remember the accident, but she remembered how her mother had talked about it from time to time.

“It seems your father has an interest in the city’s history and the local folklore.”

“Huh?”

Yuriko tossed the insurance documents back into the drawer, gazing at Ruki who was absorbed in the contents of the bookshelf. She stepped closer, glancing at the shelves she had never searched through. Ruki was right; the shelf contained only books about Kaminashi City from different points of view. Some of them even looked rather old and used, yet Yuriko didn’t remember seeing those in their old home. But to be honest, she hadn’t been allowed in her father’s study back then either.

Curious, Yuriko leaned closer, going through the book backs one by one. Even though Keisuke seemed to dislike supernatural creatures, he also seemed to be interested in mythical activity in the city he currently lived. There was even one opus about the kitsune, and Yuriko was about to grab it when her eyes caught something else; behind the others, there was one more booklet as if hidden from prying gazes. She slithered her hand over the other books and grabbed the secret one, pulling it out.

The blue leather cover was soft against Yuriko’s fingertips… and the booklet looked more like a journal. She was just about to open it when a sound from the entrance made her flinch. The front door was opening even though her father was supposed to be still at work at this hour. Ruki had already turned toward the door of the study.

“Yuriko?” The familiar voice sailed through the apartment, sending cold shivers down Yuriko’s spine.

My shoes! Nibbling her bottom lip, Yuriko gazed around but she knew all too well that there was no hiding place. Instinctively she hid the journal behind her back, only to notice Ruki grabbing it and tugging it into the duffel bag along with three other books and all her clothes. At the same time, he closed the bag again, the door of the study opened, and Keisuke stopped next to the frame, staring at the couple standing in front of the bookshelf.

“So, you finally decided to come back home.”

“I… I… umh… No, not really.”

Keisuke sighed, stepping closer, but Ruki pushed between him and Yuriko. She peeked behind his back, glancing at the man she hadn’t met ever since they had had a fight because she had stayed at the Mukamis without permission. The night after the fight she had heard a phone call and the words that had been carved into her heart forever.

Yuriko is not a daughter to me.

“We only came here to get the necessities for Yuriko. But now that is done and we will leave you in peace, Tsukino Keisuke.”

The color faded slowly from Keisuke’s face as Ruki spoke. He frowned, staring past the vampire and directly into Yuriko’s eyes, hands clenched into fists. “You’ve been such an embarrassment once again, Yuriko. You cause nothing but shame. First, you run away with a monster and then you dare to come back here only to get material things with that very same monster who threatened my life before.”

“Umh… What?”

Yuriko glanced at Ruki whose brows were tight-knitted together. He kept his eyes on Keisuke, not either admitting or denying the man’s words. “The man who intended to use his own daughter as a tool of trade has no right to say anything about her doings. Yuriko is not your property, and she will not be staying here anymore. She has a home with my family.”

“You really are going to live with the monsters?” Keisuke asked. His voice was so full of innocence that for a moment Yuriko wanted to believe that everything had been a terrible misunderstanding… but at the same time, he was calling Ruki a monster and Yuriko couldn’t allow it.

“The Mukamis aren’t monsters any more than I am… or Yuuto is. We just… aren’t humans like you.” Yuriko’s voice quivered with every word, yet she stepped next to Ruki. She took his hand, squeezing it as if it could have given her courage. “But… but… umh… Your views weren’t the reason… I heard you talking on the phone. On the night I left. You’re going to trade me for getting Yuuto back, right?”

Keisuke straightened up, but Yuriko noticed a tiny flinch in the corner of his mouth.

“Clever as always, aren’t you? You should have used your head for studying and not prying out unnecessary stuff.”

“So… it is true then…” A cold lump landed on Yuriko’s stomach. She couldn’t find any kind of feeling in her father’s eyes as they gazed at each other.

“You should be happy. You’ll make a great bride for the kitsune while your brother isn’t really needed there. I know enough to understand this. Your value is with your people. Apparently, your mother’s too since she decided to leave us and go back.”

“Mom’s there? As a bride?!”

“Hell, if I know! Probably! And I don’t care! I want my son back and nothing else!” Keisuke clenched his fists and took a deep breath. “Haa… good grief. See, Yuriko? You’re better off there with your mother. I don’t know what to do with you anyway.”

“You are not to do anything with Yuriko anymore. I will look after her and make sure she will be alright. And she is not to marry any of the kitsune.” Ruki’s voice was as stern as ever, full of ice but in total control. Judging by it, it was impossible to imagine that he would have threatened Keisuke’s life before. Yuriko was sure that her father was lying; obviously, the man was nothing but full of lies.

“Hmph, that’s not up to a monster like you to decide.” Keisuke didn’t move but his eyes were throwing daggers through the room.

“Hmm… I do wonder which one is more of a monster. A vampire who cares for her while taking a few sips of blood or a father who is ready to sell her off in the favor of his son?”

“Actually, there is even no proof that she is my daughter. Demons are not to be trusted.”

“Dad… that means Yuuto too…”

“He was a human until his fifth year, more than you ever were. Your mother tricked me to have another, even though I never asked for it. I have no way of knowing if she shared herself with someone else, that’s how creatures like you are. Tricksters, liars, and cheaters.”

Were the kitsune really that bad? All Yuriko knew was that Yuuto wanted to get away from them, so maybe there was a hint of truth in her father’s words. Still, she couldn’t believe that her mother…

“Yuriko, there is no reason to discuss with this fool any longer. Let us go.”

“And you think you can keep that little demon in control more than I did my wife?” Keisuke laughed. “As I said, they are tricksters. She will fool you, wrap you around her little finger and play with you until she simply leaves you for another. That is what they do. Better let her go now, better to give her to her kind. They know how to keep their females in check. I should have realized this early enough. You can still find another, maybe a monster like you.”

“I’m not going to cheat on Ruki! I promised myself to him and he made me his!”

Yuriko gasped when it hit her what she had just said. She covered her mouth with her free hand, feeling like she was about to faint. Whatever color there had been on her father’s face, now vanished as he stared at her with flaring eyes.

“Disgusting little girl! You still are nothing but a disgrace, sleeping around at your age! So like your mother!”

“Don’t talk about her like that!” Something flared deep within Yuriko. Before she could help herself, the words had already left her lips. Still, what Keisuke had said carved a wound into her heart. Had she done wrong? But… everything had felt right with Ruki. When he touched her, each cell of her awakened and tingled with joy she hadn’t even experienced before. How could that be wrong?

Yuriko couldn’t hide shaking anymore. The quivers ran through her body, while the corners of her eyes were burning. She looked up, blinking and gasping against her hand.

“I will take Yuriko back to her home now. She will not step into this apartment anymore, nor will she talk with you again, Tsukino Keisuke, because you clearly upset her.”

“She isn’t going anywhere now that she’s back!” The words echoed in Yuriko’s ears while her world turned around. There was a slight breeze and then they were back at the entrance. Somehow, she was able to sneak her feet into her shoes before Ruki took her hand again and pulled her out of the apartment. Without saying a word, he dragged her down the stairs and to the street where the limousine was still waiting for them.

Yuriko curled on the seat, slipping her feet again out of her shoes, and wrapping her arms around her knees as reality sank in. Once more, she had left her former home. Her father had shown very clearly that he didn’t care about her, he only cared about Yuuto.

Yet he let the kitsune take Yuuto. Why didn’t he fight back then? And what did I do wrong? Why doesn’t he care about me?

“Yuriko…” Cold fingers brushed a lock of hair from Yuriko’s cheek behind her ear. She lifted her gaze to meet the steel-blue one. “Your father does not deserve you. You are mine now and I will make sure that you can have a happy life. You are not to marry any of the kitsune.”

“Umh… thank you, Ruki.” Yuriko gave him a jittery smile. At least there was one person who didn’t want to let go of her. “But… I promised Yuuto. I wish to save him from… my twisted family.”

Silence lingered in the car.  It grew thick, and Yuriko didn’t know what else to say. In her heart, she wished to figure out her past and find a solution to get Yuuto into her world, the human world. But alone she had no means to do so.

Finally, Ruki nodded. “He is your brother. We will find a way. You should read the blue diary tonight.” His fingers caressed her cheek, slid along the ear, and finally toyed with her curls.

Right now, Yuriko didn’t have words for him, but she knew Ruki was correct. The hidden journal could reveal something important. It was the thing she should drown herself in instead of dwelling on matters she could not change.

Hisoka’s Diary

02/28

She was born with Keisuke’s eyes, the same as Yuuto, but I’m restless. It doesn’t mean anything, does it? Maybe her powers will awaken too? My sweet little girl, I cannot lose her to my parents. When they took Yuuto, it felt like a part of me died that day. But I know what awaits me if I go there, and he is so small that he can’t run without me. I must wait… and make sure that Yuriko’s fate isn’t the same.

Keisuke won’t ever forgive me, will he? I don’t think so. I love him so much, yet he doesn’t see it anymore. He keeps saying that I lied to him… and yes, that is true. I should have told him, but how do you do that? There isn’t a gentle way to tell that you’re a demon. And I thought I could get out. I wanted to have a human life.

But it was my mistake… I shouldn’t have contacted my parents after Yuuto got his eyes and fire. I should have tried to find another way to deal with those. But I was so afraid, and Keisuke was so mad at me… I didn’t know what to do… but I won’t make the same mistake anymore. If Yuriko ever shows any signs of her kitsune side, I’ll make sure it’s sealed away forever. She must not suffer as I have.

06/24

She is still like a normal baby, very similar to Yuuto at this age… Though I wish she would sleep more. Keisuke isn’t around that much, always busy with his work, he says. I know he is avoiding me… but it’s getting heavy when Yuriko doesn’t sleep, and I can’t rest either.

I wonder…

It’s almost a year since they took Yuuto. There is this hole in my heart. My baby boy is there all alone. I know my parents take good care of him, but that world is so cruel. Humans can be mean but demons… I want to get him back. But I can’t. Yuriko needs me. No one will take care of her if I leave now, and I can’t bring her there with me. They would snag her even earlier than Yuuto. And there is no way I let them have her. She should have her own life as a human without needing to marry someone who has decided to be good enough for her. That should be her decision.

Haah… I’m thinking something like this even though Yuriko is only a baby in my arms. But I have to. I have to protect her, even though I was unable to protect Yuuto. Everything is my fault… my fault alone. I failed my baby boy… and my husband. I can’t fail Yuriko too.

10/17

Everything is so empty… I don’t know what to do anymore. This tiredness will never end and it’s impossible to see a brighter future. Will I see Yuuto ever again? Is his fate also Yuriko’s destiny?

Maybe I’m unworthy as a mother. I have ruined everything for this family…

01/10

Yuriko got her eyes and fire four days ago! Keisuke had to skip work so that we could look for a witch to help us. We finally found a person yesterday and she used blood magic to seal her kitsune side. I think she used Vibora venom for it. Yuriko cried so much but now she has her father’s eyes again and the fire is gone.

Yuriko will have a human life. I don’t know what becomes of mine or how I can help Yuuto, but I was able to help my daughter. She is safe now.

And one thing is for sure. I won’t ever take Yuriko in the Kaminashi City and nowhere near that gate to the kitsune realm there. We’ll stay in Kyoto where we should be safe.

Beta read by @ruki-mukami-dl

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ET Online article (November 11th 2014)

EXCLUSIVE! Jared Padalecki is a Nerd, Jensen Ackles is a Fashionista and More 'Supernatural' Secrets!

By Leanne Aguilera 2:00 PM PST, November 11, 2014

Raise the curtain — it's time to celebrate 200 episodes of hunters, monsters, angels and demons!

In honor of tonight's landmark episode of Supernatural, ETonline is spilling exclusive scoop from everyone's favorite brothers Jared Padalecki and Jensen Ackles and it's guaranteed to make any Winchester fangirl absolutely freak out.

The guys were more than happy to share not one, but two hilarious secrets that you never knew about each of our demon-hunting actors.

After all, when a show has been on the air for ten years and the plot centers on the trials and tribulations of two brothers, it's only natural that the co-stars would become incredibly close. Even better, when it comes to Padalecki and Ackles, the word "close" doesn't even begin to describe their bromantic bond, making their secrets that much better!

First up: Ackles revealed an unknown fact about his gorgeous-haired best friend: " I out all of his flaws to everybody," the actor spilled to ETonline in Vancouver last month. "It's his strengths that I don’t tell anyone about, and that's just because he's a buddy of mine, and you never brag about your buddy."

"But if I was going to reveal a secret I would say that he is the nerdiest mathematician that I have ever met in my life!" Ackles continued, "This guy throws out like percentages, and decimals, and numbers, and it's just like, 'Jared what's 16 percent of 4200?' and he's like, 'Boom! Number!' And I'm like, 'You're such an idiot — I guess idiot is the wrong word — you're such a nerd!'"

Now it's time to turn the tables! Padalecki exposed that when it comes to his co-star — fans should always look twice at what Ackles wearing. "He love to dress up," the former Gilmore Girls star said with a laugh.

"Not like fishnets and make-up, but I think when he heard that we had a 200th episode party, he was the happiest guy on the planet," he explained. "He got to go try on a nice suit, and any excuse to buy a suit and do Ocean's 11 is his wet dream."

Woah! TMI, Jared? Naaaah!

The Supernatural stars also revealed that their close-knit bond was instantaneous — they fell into a bromance the very first time they met! "We were just children," Ackles reminisced of their first encounter at a Warner Bros. chemistry read in 2004. "I walked in and expected to see five other guys reading for the role of Dean, and I see this one gangly-looking, long-haired frat boy, with his long hair and his hoodie."

After bonding over their home state of Texas, and realizing that they both were huge fans of the Dallas Cowboys football team, Padalecki explained that they were confused as to why no other guys were at the audition. "Finally they walk into the room and they were like, 'Hey guys follow us,' and we walk into this room at Warner Bros. and we do this scene," he said, "It was in front of 20 or 30 super high powered execs and it's a terrifying room."

"We walk out and we're like, 'F-ck! I thought that went well but no one said anything,' and then we're thinking, 'And where the fuck is everybody else?!'" Padalecki continued, "So we get back in and everybody stands up and starts clapping and they go, 'You've got a TV show.' — I get chills thinking about it."

Ackles agreed that it was of his biggest life-changing moments. "That was it. And then it was so easy," he said. "It was like immediately, 'Oh I've got best friends that are exactly like you!' and vice versa so good job, Network, on pairing us up together." Awww!

Over the past ten years Supernatural fandom has always been wildly supportive of each and every episode of the series, so it's only natural that the 200th would be a love letter to the fans in the form of an all-girls school play.

"It's just so cool," Padalecki gushed. "The fans have been asking for a musical for many, many years. It was a nice was to kind of give a salute to the fans and keep it true to Supernatural and true to Sam and Dean but give you what you wanted."

Ackles on the other hand, was not too excited when he first received the script. "Reading it I was holding my breath. I was like, 'Oh no, here we go — we are tipping the hat way too much to the fans,'" he explained.

'But then after seeing what Phil [Sgriccia], our director, conceptualized and what he was doing, I really became excited about it," Ackles said. "The guest cast they had really knocked it out of the park and I think it's what's going to make it a hit."

The 200th episode of Supernatural airs Tuesday, Nov. 11 at 9 p.m. on The CW.

Link to the article

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Heeey guys!!!! Got some more episode ideas that I wanted to share!!! (I was inspired to do more after getting that very lovely ask from @katekanemybeloved the other day about my Supersons animated series idea!!!💖💖💖💖)

#1. Long ago, while making an old post of mines about Jon Kent headcanons, I wrote about him fighting some random kid for a Robin themed hoodie at some Superhero merch store, since it was the last one and he ended up winning it in the end. After that, the kid swore to get his revenge on Jon for taking what was his "first" while watching Jon leave the place, as the half Kryptonian boy was happily wearing his brand new hoodie on the way out

So after being reminded of that idea again, I thought that it would be pretty cool and maybe hilarious if that were to be apart of my episode collection for my Supersons cartoon idea as well! So the whole beginning of the episode would start the same way as I had explained, and the kid is actually revealed to be Lex Luthor's little cousin "Harry" who's around 7 years old, lives in Gotham, and is an aggressive, spoiled boy who has a very unhealthy obsession with Robin (Damian's Robin specificly) and even has his whole bedroom filled up with every Robin merch possibly created. As a big fanboy, he dreams of actually meeting Robin one day in person and possibly even becoming best friends with him, but after his recent fight with Jon, the only thing on Harry's mind right now is just getting his revenge on the farm boy and taking "his" Robin hoodie back from him to complete his whole collection so that it can all finally be "perfect". And after some intense research and a lot of spying, he quickly finds out that Jon is actually Superboy and plans to go after him during one of his next public battles when he catches him in the middle of the act. He later then visits his Uncle Lex at Lex Corp (since it was was coincidentally an upcoming day that was scheduled for him and his Uncle to hang out, which fit his plans perfectly) and sneakily swipes away an employees keycard after making an excuse to go use the bathroom, gaining access to Lex's whole locked up storage room that is dedicated to holding all of his past builted robotic suits in it, especially his Kryptonite built ones that were specificly made for fighting Superman himself. Harry is satisfied with his expected new findings and takes one of the giant robotic Kryptonite suits with him, planning to destroy Jon for good while wearing it. So the nextime as planned, he finally catches Jon by surprise after the Superboy was just done dealing with a villain who was causing chaos on the Metropolis streets, trying to take him down. Luckily for Jon though, his friend Damian is right there to quickly get in the middle of things to protect him, while also trying to figure out a way to get this young lunatic fan of his to stop what he's doing

#2. Then there would be this other episode where Damian highly suspects that a shadow demon is living inside of the Manor, but no one in the Batfamily ever believes him, thinking that he's just letting his late night imaginations get to him, because in their eyes, whenever they all run downstairs to go see what's going on after hearing so much noise, they always just end up only witnessing him in the middle of the night trying to actually catch nothing that is even there and this is only because the shadow demon disappears whenever the lights are turned on and whenever there are too many witnesses for him to deal with (and he's not only just attached to walls like a normal shadow either, he is also able to create a physical form as well and eats the energy of his victims). So after too many nights of this happening already, Bruce begins to believe that Damian's nights out as Robin are probably just starting to get to him now and is most likely messing up his sleeping schedule, causing him to have these unrealistic late night thoughts about monsters living with them in the house, so he tells him that he can't go out on anymore patrols as Robin until he begins to get proper sleep once again. This upsets Damian very much once he hears it and he decides that it's time to step up his game so that he can finally catch the creature and prove that he's really telling the truth, so he gets Jon and invites him over to have a sleepover at the Manor where they will both catch the shadow demon together. Jon thinks it all sounds crazy at first but finally gives in since he wants to help his best friend out. So during the night of their late slumber, they both get up and go after the trespassing creature together as planned, trying to get rid of it for once and for all so that it won't be able to try and harm the rest of the Batfamily members in the house or anyone else anymore

#3. Evil versions of the Supersons somehow invade the main!Supersons universe after finally breaking out of prison from their own world. They end up causing chaos with the Main!Supersons by creating a whole battle between them both in public and then send the good versions of themselves over into their universe soon after, trapping them over there so that they can take their place instead as (mistaken) criminals now, while the Evil!Supersons take over the new one that doesn't belong to them. So while now on the run from the cops in this much more cruel and rebellious universe that they're both in, the Main!Supersons have to figure a way out of this place that isn't their home and find a way back to their original one, with the big help of well known villains who happen to actually be the heroes of this world, before it's too late and their home is immensely corrupted by their alternate evil selves

#4. (This one will be a big reference to the Mother Mae eye episodes from the og Teen titans series and the one in Teen titans go! Where she opens up a pie shop but is turning heroes into her pies)

A brand new pie shop opens up in Jump city and is quickly selling well after word goes around the city that the pies from the new shop are very delicious. The Titans and the Supersons go there to eat in their civilian forms as a day out together to just chill, but while they're there enjoying themselves, the Titans just can't help but feel as if the sweet old lady who owns the shop reminds them of someone very familiar from their past list of old rogues, back when they were all still just teenage heroes, but just try to shrug it off to not become paranoid (they don't realize it because she's taken a completely different form this time to hide herself) and tell the Supersons all about that old story of theirs with Mother Mae eye once the two young boys suddenly become curious about what they were all reffering to. After that day, the Teen titans are next time dealing with a space mission, so meanwhile they're up there, the Supersons are taking care of things for them back down in Jump city until they all get back. So as the young duo are patrolling around the streets of the Titans City, they begin to notice that some of the civillians around there are acting a bit odd, but just decide to try and not pay too much mind to it since it's probably just nothing they guess. So they both later go to the pie shop for a lunch break, but before they can even eat and enjoy their orders after receiving them at their table, they notice that all the customers in the place are acting very strange and even more weirder then the civilians who are outside, while also noticing that they all also have very unnatural pink eyes on them as well. While both boys observe their surroundings inside of the place, deciding that it's probably best that they don't touch their ordered desserts at all, they both then see a terrifying vision of Mother Mae eye in a mirrored tray that she drops on the ground by accident, revealing her true form in the reflection, causing the Supersons to quickly run out of the place to get away from her after that. Later on that day, during the late night as she's closing up the shop, both boys are back again and sneakily break into the place to investigate what's exactly going on in there and what's happening to everyone who eats the freshly baked pies. Mother Mae eye catches them both though once they find out her secrets (they also find out that she was also planning around this time to get back at the now grown Titans once again and get them back under her control), and they end up having to fight her off together before she force feeds them her pies to take control of them both just like the rest of her victims or even worse... Turns them into some freshly baked pies just so that they won't spill her secrets if they aren't gonna comply with her demands at all

@katekanemybeloved @paladin-of-nerd-fandom65 @camo-wolf @adalineozie @craftyvoidpeace

Would you be willing to share your character sheets/episodic ideas for your imagined supersons series? If not totally fine! A supersons animation would be so amazing tho btw I agree! I wish Warner bros was still the titan of children’s animation like it was when I was younger 😞

@katekanemybeloved

Ooooooh, yes!! I would be very delighted to share them!!! (And also, yeah, I wish that DC would go back to making bomb superhero cartoons again too :( like their cartoons were a big part of my childhood, ESPECIALLY the og Teen Titans cartoon series, which was and still is my top favorite animated series because of how awesome it was and still is!!!✨✨✨✨)

So here are the ideas that I've been having for my imagined series for a while now:

Some episode ideas:

Damian unfortunately has to babysit his baby neice Mar'i (who is 2 years old) for a night, even though he already had something planned on that same night, which was an investigation that he had wanted to learn more about since no one is taking it seriously enough to do it but just him. But everyone else in the family was said to be pretty busy that same night with missions of their own and Dick and Kory were needed somewhere very urgent that very night, so they chose Damian to be in charge of taking care of her until they both came back, so it upsets him very much since it interrupts his original plans. He's not very close with Mar'i either and finds her kind of annoying since he's not usually around such young kids her age. So on this boring night, he gets the idea to take her with him on his investigation instead and brings Jon along with him too, since he had came over to visit and hang out with him while he was babysitting. And during this fun adventurous episode with Jon, Damian, and little Mar'i, Damian later begins to actually develop a stronger care for his little niece and begins to not get so annoyed with her so much and actually starts to enjoy being around her more.

Damian has to get braces for a short time after an accident involving his teeth had happened during a mission, and he has to now try to learn how to deal with them for the time being, since it involves a lot of work and also kind of embarrasses him since some of his brothers and the other heroes playfully make fun of him about having them, especially since it kind of messes with his speech a little, which doesn't help him at all when trying to be a tough hero who needs to be taken seriously.

Jon and Damian both get sent to a summer camp since Clark and Bruce as Father's both think that besides their kids living the superhero life, they should also be able to have the chance to live like actual kids once in a while too before they lose the chance to actually do so when they finally reach adulthood in life. Damian's bummed about it and tries to find a way to leave the place, Jon's not upset about the situation at all and thinks that it will actually be a very fun experience to have. Though, they both later find out that there's possibly a very strange and dangerous creature lurking around the campsite that might just have a very big appetite for kids their age. So the Supersons both try to secretly investigate this mystery together to prevent the possible danger coming to their classmates there and get to also experience some of the fun things about summer camp too while they do so.

One day Jon begins to learn about the new fact that while he does like girls, he also actually likes boys too and is actually a bit confused by this, and thankfully has support on his side from family and friends while going through this new discovery about himself.

Jon is always hiding the clutter in his bedroom away from Clark and Lois by always shoving it all in his clothes closet. Though, one day while he's hanging out with Damian in his room, they both decide to play a video game together, except the controllers are missing, so Jon goes to check in his closet to see if he had thrown them in there by mistake with the rest of his mess and actually finds a shocking surprise for himself after he does so. He finds a big mysterious deep black hole on the floor of his closet that was never there before and believes that it has sucked all of his clothes and mess into it self. Him and Damian both then accidentally get sucked into it too after looking a little too close at it and have to now figure a way back out into Jon's bedroom as they both also learn about this strange new dimension together.

Damian decides to use the Batmobile behind Bruce's back one day during a mission with Jon and accidentally crashes it too during a road chase in said mission, so now him and Jon both have try to hide it and get it fixed on time before Bruce finds out about it.

Baby Mar'i gets involved in another mission with the Supersons again, except the three of them end up swapping ages in this one, so she gets turned into a kid while Damian and Jon are both turned into 2 year olds by the bad guy in their mission. So the three of them have to figure out a way together to stop this bad guy who's on the run and get said bad guy to turn them back into their normal selves before the spell becomes permanent for them all

An earth 11 episode of genderbend Damian and Jon just for fun

A school dance episode where some fun chaos happens for Damian and Jon

And of course there would also be fun episodes for all holidays during each year too (Valentine's, Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas, etc)

There would also be a birthday episode for Jon too

There would also be villains and bad guys for them to face in a lot of episodes

I have many more ideas but then it would probably turn this into a really long post lol

Character sheets and designs!!:

(Be sure to click on them for better quality!)

Damian and Jon in their hero and civilian outfits (So you know how Star from Star vs the forces of evil changes her outfit in episodes sometimes? Well, that's what Damian and Jon would also be doing sometimes in episodes in their civilian outfits too, which explains why they have more then one lol)

A closer look at them

Damian and Jon together

And Mar'i in her little Nightstar dress and normal dress (the blue star on her normal dress is supposed to be a little nod to the blue on Dick's Nightwing suit, while the star is also a nod to Starfire)

(These are all of the ones that I have for now, cause I have the other characters sheets too but then I would have to digitalize them first)

Ships involved:

Dickkory (they would already be married to eachother during the whole series and would already have baby Mar'i)

Bbrae (they would be engaged to eachother for the first season and a half of the second one, which would give us a fun wedding episode when it's time for them to marry. They would then be married to eachother for the rest of the whole series after that, but they wouldn't have any kids yet though until the final season of the series)

Timber or Timkon, or maybe Timber first and then later Timkon (not in a rush though)

Probably Damijon (I would probably continue to keep them as best friends throughout the whole series or maybe turn them into a cute ship very much later on in the series, since they do have a very great dynamic and chemistry with eachother as characters and as best friends...and also because their my otp :| but idrk)

Voice ideas:

For my imagined series, I've also always imagined Kon having the exact same voice as Marco from the Star vs the forces of evil series, cause it's also just the type of voice that I can always hear him speaking in whenever I'm reading fics or comics with him in it for some reason

And for Jon it would be a voice that sounds energetic and friendly

And Damian's would sound like the mature type of voice but still sounding like a kid and with maybe a bit of an accent in it too

For the Titans, Dick, Starfire, Raven, Beast boy, and Cyborg, I would give them the same voice actors that they've had for the og animated series and the new reboot series (cause it just really wouldn't be the same without their talented voices!😭)

Little other things:

Damian would be 12 years old in the series while Jon is 10 1/2 years old, so they would both still be in middle school in the series

Tim and Kon would be 16 years old

While Jon and Damian may be eachothers very best friends, they also have their own little friend groups. For Jon's friend group, it's Kathy, Billy, and later also kid!Jay and for Damian's group, it's Maya, Colin, Maps, and Tai Pham (they would all also team up as a whole group together sometimes in episodes)

I'm thinking of maybe adding a very young Chris Kent as a young brother for Jon and Kon so that he could grow up with Jake Grayson as a best friend after he's born and then they could also become the young Starburst duo together in the future, or maybe just adding him in as their brother as planned and letting him be around Jon's age instead

While Blackfire and Starfire may have their differences with eachother and even though Blackfire might not always treat Starfire in a good way like how she should as a sister, she sure does love her adorable baby neice Mar'i a lot

Baby Lian exists and has play dates with Mar'i

And yes, Jon would still be taller than Damian in the series lol

Duke would be in the series too (cause he deserves more love) and would also be a Batkid in the Batfamily

I would give the series a very fun and cool memorable theme song while a very fun animated intro is showing off examples of what their awesome adventures together as the Supersons is like (like something similar to Star vs the forces of evil style) everytime before an episode actually begins

It would definitely be a fun comedic show with humor to laugh at all the time but it would also become serious at moments when it needs to be (like the og Teen Titans animated series for example)

It also wouldn't be a show that's aimed at adults like the mature Harley Quinn animated series and it also wouldn't be a little kiddies type of show either, it would actually be the type of show that anyone of any age can enjoy, like the many other kids cartoons out there like: the og Teen Titans animated series, Star vs the forces of evil, Gravity falls, Steven universe, and many more

Cool and fun action scenes would definitely be included in all episodes of the series everytime whenever they're fighting bad guys and villains

Thank you very very much for the ask, @katekanemybeloved ! :D I really enjoyed sharing this!💖

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Hi! I love love LOVE the way you write Ghost and his relationship w/ the reader!! Ignore me if requests are closed, but how did he react when the reader discovered she was pregnant???

"surprising ghost with a pregnancy" words: 1.8k tags: pregnant reader, fem!reader, slight angst?, fluff

“Hope ya don’t miss me during breaks, Lt.”

Soap watches the man he admires, in his infamous ruthlessness and all, stare with a straight gaze at the base’s entrance.

“Only when I drink too much,” Ghost says.

His mask is good for anonymity, yes. But it also does well in moments like these: the Scot beside him has no idea of the pulsing artery in his neck, the eagerness in each flicker of his gaze. He’s looking for you. Looking beyond the gates where you should be hidden somewhere.

Soap has no idea.

“What do you do in your free time, mate?” Soap wonders aloud, shifting the bag over his shoulder. Then, in a cheeky murmur, “Didn’t hear this from me, but I’ve heard whispers ‘bout some criminal activity.”

“Criminal activity?” Ghost repeats dully.

They’re getting closer.

He looks towards the spot you normally wait for him in: is that—?

He can see you.

The tension in his limbs fades to adoration. In the shadows, perfectly hidden but readily visible to his knowing eyes, is his girlfriend. Wearing one of the black hoodies he’d left behind. So big on you. He nearly groans at the sight.

Girlfriend is a weak title.

He hates it. It doesn’t encompass the truth of you: it’s such a simple word, too simple to capture how complicated of an effect you’d had on his life for nearly five years. To say Ghost loves his girlfriend would be to say he has a reason to live. It would be to say that you’ve got this behemoth of a man wrapped so tightly around your finger that his lungs just don’t work the same until he’s holding you.

(Perhaps that’s the reason for the little black box in his bag.)

He turns to the Sergeant and gives a half-hearted clap to his shoulder. “I save the criminal activity for weekends, Johnny.”

And with that, he leaves him (never was one for heartfelt goodbyes).

But he is now one for heartfelt reunions, he figures, because he’s ghosting his way towards you like some wild creature. Preying. Slipping under any eyes. His skeletal hands beyond desperate.

If Soap were to look carefully outside, under the shadow of the building, he’d see how the Lieutenant actually spends his free time.

He’d see his broad form envelop you.

He’d see him eagerly inch up his mask to reveal a pink mouth that doesn’t waste any time before sealing over yours.

And maybe, if he really looked, Soap might’ve been able to see how you cling to Ghost’s chest and tremble.

(But Soap doesn’t see any of this. Not today.)

Not even Ghost, whose got you in his arms, sees the shaking at first. His mind is a bit frenzied with the sensory overload of your smell, your soft hair, your breasts against his chest.

He only ends the kiss so he can get a good look at your face.

“Three months,” he grumbles, lips wet as he ushers the mask back over them. “Felt like a fuckin’ lifetime.”

“I know,” you whisper, but you fail to meet his eyes. “I was worried about you.”

The faintest contour of a smirk beneath his mask.

“Worried, were you?” He rubs your knuckles. “Lovely girl. Don’ worry about me. I’m a bit tough to kill.”

“Don’t,” your eyebrows pinch together. “Please… don’t even mention that.”

He rests his masked chin on top the crown of your head. His arms are so strong and warm and you breathe it all in. His hands stroke your hair with the gentlest of caresses as if, even after five years, he thinks you might be a fragile dream.

“I was so worried,” you say again. A whisper that he barely hears. “I—“

It’s now that he notices something. The rush of adrenaline has soothed over and now, taking your hands in his, Ghost notices the little tremors, swallows them up in the gulf of his large palms.

“Jesus, love,” he frowns. “You’re trembling.”

“There’s… something—“

Ashen eyelashes flutter against smudges of black paint. His shoulders tense as he pulls his chin away from your scented hair. Shifting his weight from boot to boot, Ghost further tucks you behind the colossal mass of him so even now, if someone were to look, all they’d see was his back.

His brows furrow behind a hard-shell skull. “What something?”

You’ve practiced these word so many times but now—

“What?” your boyfriend repeats, low and gruff. His relief is quickly turning into something dark. “Fuck, tell me. Did somethin’ happen?”

“Well, yes—“

“Christ,” he chokes. He doesn’t want to assume the worst, but it’s a gnawing fear. Always. “Someone else?”

“No, Simon.” You’re shaking your head. “It’s not that—“

“What is it then? What’s got you like this?”

“Just—“ and you swallow your fear, “Give me your hand, baby.”

“My hand,” he repeats numbly and offers you one. You take his hand and tug at the glove. There’s little give, so he swears under his breath and helps you pry the fabric off to reveal warm, calloused skin.

Here, tucked away outside a military base, you guide his bare hand under the hoodie you’ve got on. Hold his fingers and spread them apart so he can cup the small growth of your stomach.

Because the reason for your trembling lies here.

Small, growing. Supple skin stretching over a little piece of him and you.

It takes him a moment to process the news under his hand.

He smooths his hand over you. Even after three months, he knows every inch.

This—

This feels different.

You watch a kaleidoscope of realizations, feelings, and perturbation play in his eyes.

You’ve had to keep this secret to yourself for weeks now because it wasn’t something you could just share over the phone. It was too heavy. Too intimate.

Surely, it’ll distract him from his job.

That’s what you figured. But now—

—seeing his eyes cloud frantically, you wonder if showing up 16 weeks pregnant was the best move.

“Fuckin’ hell,” Ghost murmurs. Keeps moving his hand over your little belly as if he’s not quite sure it’s real.

So you lift up the hoodie even more, just here for the two of you to see, and reveal the entirety of your secret for him to peer down at.

And now that he sees it, the unmistakeable bulge, the reality truly sinks in.

He’s silent at first. You kind of expected him to be: your boyfriend is a man of few words. But it doesn’t make the drawn-out moment of uncertainty any less excruciating. You study his eyes with a bated breath.

Children. It’s not something you talked about too much. He’d said in the very beginning that it was completely off the table because “I’d make an awful father”.

But that was years ago and Simon had molded into someone softer, someone less afraid. Someone who, with the help of your love and light, had ripped through the tangled ropes of distrust and guilt that he’d been caught in.

“Say something,” you finally whisper. “Please, Simon. I know- I know this is surprising.”

But all he utters is, “How?”

“The pill isn’t perfect,” you explain sheepishly. “That’s what the doctor told me—“

“…Doctor?”

“Well, I’ve been to the doctor a few times already.”

Lowly, “You… a few times?”

“To make sure everything was alright, baby,” you whisper carefully. “But I— I didn’t ask for the sex yet. I wanted to… I thought you’d want to be with me for that.”

Ghost is controlled. He’s precise and tactical and rarely caught off-guard. But this, the swell that lays under his hand which he hasn’t been able to look away from, has managed to thrust him into feelings he rarely experiences. He feels confused. Shaken to the core. He’s spent most of his adult life determined to stay alone, protect anyone from ever getting caught in the hallow storm of tragedy that is his life.

But you—

You infiltrated his life with promises of bright colors and warm touches and suddenly, somehow, Ghost began to enjoy coming home. He ached for it. He wanted to keep you close and safely tucked away so that little light of yours would never fade from his life.

And now you’ve given him another promise, one that rests in his palm. Death— he understands that too well, perhaps. But this little promise of life is so new and confusing and in mere seconds, it has torn the past from the future. Ghost could never be the same shell of a person he once was because now he’s been filled to the brim. Could he even be trusted with all of this? He’d always felt like there was a carved void where his boyhood had been taken from him, ripped away by terror. How could he be a father with such hole in his chest?

What could he give?

You’re crying. He’s been thrown into such a daze that he failed to notice the onslaught of tears and quiet sniffling coming from his girl.

“Hey,” he’s grounded in the present now, swallowing down the shards of his hesitation and wrapping his arms around you. He could give this. “Hey now. I’m here… I’m here.”

“You’re here?” you ask him, weeping.

“Yes, sweetheart. Christ, m’here. Always.”

In perhaps his first act of fatherhood, Ghost holds you close and murmurs promises of love and safety into your hair. You’d been so scared to tell him. He wouldn’t leave you, no, he could never. If there was ever an ounce of worry that he might—

It’s now smothered by his presence, his warmth, his strength.

“You’re making me a father,” Ghost whispers after the two of you just stand there for sometime. His voice: terrified and in awe all at once. “Don’t know if I’ll be a good one.”

“Simon-“

“But-“ And he gives the entirety of you a squeeze. He’s not going anywhere. “But I won’t be like my old man. Fuck, I swear it to you.”

“I know you won’t, Simon.”

Ghost decides to push his inhibitions to the back of his mind. He can be strong, he can be what you need. He will prove this to you over and over.

“And here I thought you jus’ liked wearing my clothes,” Ghost mumbles, a bit numb and a bit elated.

He reaches for your stomach again and rubs the bump over the fabric of his hoodie. (Perhaps, here lies another reason to live.)

Your crying has ceased. Twisting his uniform in your hands, you murmur with a weak laugh, “Might be the only thing that fits me soon.”

“Bloody hell.” And Ghost sighs. Holding the two of you now, he already feels like all the synapses in his brain have been rewired. Lighted up with a primal urge to protect, he doesn’t think about all the worries for right now. No— just thinks about how he’s going to smother your stomach with kisses once you’re home.

“I’ve got plenty more of those for you to wear.”

[gardenofcarnations]

Damn, like really.. I’ve been in a drunk like trance reading through your fics. They’re honestly amazing!!

Ive been dreaming of a fic where you’re friends with sap, just broken up with your boyfriend and just extremely frustrated bc he’d never ate you out of even made you cum. sap gets mad and want to help you out by treating you right. He makes you cum more times than you’ve had in the last year.

Like darling, I’m so caught up in your works and i honestly think you are the one to bring my dream to paper. Ive never asked for a writer before but i hope you like the request!!

Keep up the good work<3

Oh my god! Thank you so much! I can't form into words how grateful I am for the recent support. I did my best to fulfill your submission, I hope you enjoy it! This was quite fun to write ;)

Also "Sinners" by Ari Abdul & Thomas Larosa was playing as I wrote this submission and it helped build the imagination lol!

��Fuck you too! Cheating ass bitch!” you scream, tears welling at the brim of your eyes. You slam the door on your now ex-boyfriend’s face.

3 years down the drain in an instant. 

All because of a girl from the club he worked at.

You and Damien had met at a college party back in your first year. Damien was charming to say the least, he had a good sense of humour and that heart throbbing smile that balanced out his lack of a personality and shit mannerisms. On the outside, to everyone else, you both looked like the hottest couple. 

Although, behind closed doors, you both argued over every little issue that irked him. 

You didn’t have dinner ready when he came back from work? An argument.

You took too long to get ready for an outing? An argument.

You didn’t clean the house you both shared? An argument.

You didn’t want to have sex? You didn’t want to suck his poor excuse of a cock? An argument.

He wasn’t always like this. Damien had somewhat redeeming qualities about him like the fact that he was caring from time to time, he would take you out on expensive dates and get you pretty necklaces.

He got you one in particular that read “mine forever.” and it was the sweetest thing you ever had someone do for you.

Sweetest thing until you saw the girl that was wrapped in the sheets with him wear the same necklace. 

It was so sad it came off comedic sat this point.

You were so drained and frustrated with yourself, sacrificing your mental health and well-being all for a half assed excuse of a male. You packed your clothes and left the keys of the shared apartment complex on the bed that you caught them in.

Damien was well aware that you wouldn’t stay in the same house anymore, at least he had some sort of brain cell in that empty head of his.

Salty tears blurred your vision as you struggled to wipe them away, driving down the highway at a whopping 180km to your best friend’s house. 

It would be the best thing for you as of now.

Sapnap was bewildered to see you at his front door at 4am in the morning. He rubbed his eyes to get a better look at you before greeting you. 

“Dude it’s four in the morning why—“ He choked on his words, reading your heartbroken expression and noticed the tears that streamed down your red cheeks, your nose was a bright pink from rubbing your hoodie over it to wipe the snot that dribbled down.

He wraps a hand around your waist and pulls you into the house, “Hey, Hey, what’s wrong? What happened?” he asked you words laced with concern and sympathy. 

You walked over to sit on his living room couch. He shuts the door and walks over to sit beside you. “He— He was in the bed with her…I—I just came back from work…and he was, they—“ You sniffled out. 

Sapnap didn’t need to hear the rest to understand what you were talking about. 

He pulled you in for a tight bear hug, or, in his words, a panda bear hug. He rests his chin on your head, rubbing your back to soothe your cries on his shoulder. He hushes your sobs in attempt to comfort you.

After a while, it worked. 

You calmed down and soon the sadness settled it’s way into the midnight rain. Sapnap stuck with you through it all, making sure you weren’t left alone in such a state. He suggested you lay down in a more comfortable area, he recommended the guest bedroom, and you took it. He suggested that he would help you move out your PC equipment tomorrow morning, he also kept a mental note to rock Damien’s shit before leaving the house for good.

You were in the middle of stripping off your shirt when Sapnap walked in with a bottle of cold water, “Y/n, I brought this just incase you get thirsty and—oh.” His head snaps to your back side, the way your hair fell on your shoulders, the subtle tones of your back, and the curvy, slim, or thick figure of your body made him weak in the knees for a moment.

He clears his throat after noticing you hadn’t heard him come in.

“Oh! Sorry, I was thinking I could change, my shirt’s a bit drenched from snot and…” Your gaze falls to the floor.

“Of course, don’t apologize, it’s all good. Do you need a shirt or?” He asks you while setting the water bottle down on the nightstand. 

“Actually, I’m good, I brought a few clothes.” You respond slipping on a larger shirt that loomed over your figure. Something Sapnap picked up on that wasn’t your daily attire. 

“I didn’t know you were a fan of…ACDC…?” He reads the faded printing on your shirt.

Your eyes flash on the print and then back at him, “Oh, yeah, no, no this…this isn’t mine.”

Sapnap perks an eyebrow, “Who’s, uhm, who’s is it then?”

You look around the room, anywhere but his eyes, the embarrassment eating at your insides as his name slips out of your mouth. “Damien’s.”

The silence flourishes the room, Sapnap shuffles in his steps before turning to leave the room. “Goodnight Y/n–”

You yell out of instinct, “Wait!”

Sapnap turns around and tilts his head, “What?”

“Can…can you stay with me tonight? I don’t wanna be alone.”

Now, at this, the male could’ve let his jealousy shine in the silver moonlight and say “Well you have your boyfriend’s t-shirt, so you won’t be as lonely.” However the look in your eyes before and after crying your heart out diminished the growling anger in his chest. He walks over to the other end of the bed and lays down. You follow.

Your backs are facing eachother, the tension in the room is still lingering, but not as strong, it seemed to be like this with Sapnap a lot, you’d find yourself feeling rather relaxed in the quititude. Even when he’d be focused on editing or filming or school work back when you two were younger and all that could be heard was the soft breathing and occasional scribbling of the pencil or typing of a keyboard, Sapnap’s presence alone could calm you in an instance.

“He wasn’t worth it.” You admitted outloud, now letting your raging thoughts pour out one by one.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, he was a selfish prick, always got what he wanted like…there’s should be some sort of balance somewhere, right? God…” You groan out, “I can’t believe I let that shit happen for 3 years. I don’t even remember finishing a single time we had sex.” 

Perhaps that was a bit more than you wanted to share but with the sudden burning feeling you had inside of you, you didn’t care.

Although, Sapnap was bewildered to hear such a statement slip out of your mouth, he flips over and makes eye contact with your backside. “He never…made you—?”

You shake your head, “It was only sex when he wanted it, obviously I consented but only cause I figured sex was a mutual pleasure thing not just…it’s fuckin stupid. I’m sorry I didn’t mean to…”

“No, no don’t apologize,” Sapnap could regain a sudden dejavu where he said the same thing on different occasions. 

He slowly places his hand on your hip side. You didn’t think much of it, you both were comfortable with close proximity, you melted into it. 

“He never made you cum, that’s…what a shame.” His tone starts slipping, more slurred, whiney, as if mockingly sympathizing for you. His hands move lower to caress your thigh. Sapnap’s lips were now inches away from your ear.

“Sap…Sapnap?” You call out to him in the night.

“If you’d let me, I could make you cum more times then that asshole ever did in the past three years you were with him, Y/n.” He lowly whispered into your ear, the words shot straight down to your core, the sudden ache you never knew that was there began throbbing, in a good way.

He kisses your cheek, you turn to lay on your back and finally see Sapnap leaning over you, he knows his boundaries so he doesn’t want to overdo it. 

“Please, I can make you feel good–I want to make you feel good.” He notices how his voice came out more whiney and needy than intended so he chews on his bottom lip to stop him from going any further. He patiently awaits your response.

You gaze at the shadowy outline of your best friend, you knew you had some sort of treasured emotions for Sapnap, specifically for Sapnap, but it had died down the day you met Damien, you couldn’t risk loosing the friendship if you confessed so having Damien present himself in the (now rusted) shining armor he did it help you move away from Sapnap.

You regret it all now, seeing as he cared about you deeply.

So much so he was practically begging to get a taste of your pussy.

Why say no to such an eager boy?

“Okay.” You nod your head and get ready to sit up but Sapnap stops you by placing a hand on your chest and pushing you down so your laid on the plush pillows.

You’re confused by this, but Sapnap makes himself clear by slipping between your legs, helping you spread them far enough to gain access to what he needed.

“I told you I wanted to make you feel good, so lay down and relax, okay?” He reassures you in a soothing manner, you nod your head and shift to get comfortable and prepare for what was about to happen. “Has that bitch ever eaten you out?” He seethes through a set jaw, slowly slipping your bottoms off and throwing them behind him. 

His fingers slowly come in contact with your clothes pussy, the tips of his fingers trailing with just enough pressure to feel it trace patterns back and forth but also whimper at the lack of action. “I asked you a question Y/n.”

“No. Never. He never ate my…” Sapnap pulls your panties down to your ankles and you shove it off. 

He leans down see how perfect and wet you already were for him, he felt himself smirk in pride, you were wet for him. He loved everything about that, he coats his tongue in your juices, licking a long stroke up, essentially testing the waters. When he felt you shiver and immediately go to grip something, he laughs.

“Fuck, you’re sensitive.” He chuckles out, watching how your eyes were fluttering. “I want to fucking ruin you.” He blurted out.

“Then do it.” You respond as quiet as possibly, but Sapnap caught every syllable.

He dives back down between your legs and ravishing your cunt, licking, sucking, and kissing in all possible patterns he could think of on the spot, you loved it, you loved feeling his warm tongue on you, you loved the way he knew how to move, just the right amount of pressure, you loved how you could feel the slight stubble of his facial hair tickle the inner of your thighs which oddly made you shiver in satisfaction.

Sapnap was a natural at eating pussy.

It was his favourite thing to do, you would know this because he would talk about his one night stands with girls after a party and how’d they be writhing against his lips.

Similar to how you were now.

Practically riding his face, a hands pulling at the strands of cinnamon hair. He was a whore for pain and pleasure, so feeling you not only tug on his hair and shove his mouth into you, the feeling of your soft thighs wrap around his head made him want to cum right then and there. 

He pulls away after you moan out strings of curses calming down from your first orgasm that hit a bit quicker than you wanted to. Your body was beginning to feel heavy, it felt so good.

“I’m not done with you yet, baby. Take that fucking shirt off, it’s a god damn eyesore.” He growls lowly, you waste no time tearing it off you and tossing it away from the two of you. 

Sapnap’s olive eyes snap to your body, he takes in the view, relishes in it. 

“You’re so beautiful, I’m so fuckin jealous that he got see all of you before I could but…on the contrary…” He kisses your lips softly, a hint of aggression, but you were to expect that of Sapnap. He gropes at all parts of skin and nibbles on all possible flesh he can get onto.

His hands slips down to your cunt once more, letting his fingers tease over you enough to have you claw and his shoulder. “He didn’t get to dwell in the pleasure of fucking you properly.”

“Sapnap–”

“That’s not my name.”

“Nick–”

“Close but, not close enough, baby. You can do better than that. Call me by my name.” Sapnap slips a finger in, curling it up slowly, and when he feels more arousal drool out of you, he slowly slips in another to which you finally moan out.

“Nicholas, oh fuck!” Your grip on his shoulder doesn’t loosen, but Sapnap loves that.

His fingers pick up pace, he goes to kiss along your neck, and then to your tits. “Does this hurt? Do you want me to stop?” He asks you, now using his thumb to rub at your clit, your eyes were rolling at the back of your head, hair a mess, all you could do is shake your head. Sapnap wasn’t satisfied at all though.

“Words, Y/n, I need words from you.” You struggled to tie the sentence together feeling another orgasm builds it’s way up into your core. Your body spasmed, and your eyes shut closed. 

“You’re not responding…I think I’ll stop…” His movements grow slower, and you scream out.

“No! No! Please…Don’t, don’t stop.” You shove your face between sapnap’s right shoulder and neck. He feels your heavy breathing and butterfly kisses. He had to hold back from letting a moan out himself. “Please, it feels so good. Make me feel good. You’re so…fuckin good, Nick.”

He loved hearing your praises, it did things to him he couldn’t explain, he wanted to be good for you, he wanted to satisfy to no end, and with you already close to your second orgasm he let you have it.

“Cum for me, Baby. You earned it.” Sapnap ghosts above your ear, you let out groans tied in with whimpers as you came another round, feeling your legs shake under him as you did so.

He lets you relax, setting you back down on the pillows and kissing along your stomach, and lower belly. “Feel good?” He asks.

“Amazing.” You breath out.

“Good, I’m no where near finished with you so…”

“There’s more?!” You question him with an astonished expression. Sapnap laughs as he helps you sit up, this time, laying down and looking up at you.

“I want you to sit on my face.” He ordered you, his eyes studying your expression to see your reaction to his request in the dim moonlit bedroom. “Ride my face, I can’t get enough of your taste. I want more, please, can I have more?” There’s that needy voice again, one that made you suddenly feel at charge, something you both knew you needed.

You position yourself above his face, slowly coming down, watching Sapnap make hungry eyes at your cunt, parting his lips and sticking his tongue out, ready to devour you once more, you held onto the headboard for balance, not wanting to put all your body weight on him, in fear that it might hurt him, or that he’d have trouble breathing, but Sapnap didn’t care.

If anything, it pissed him off.

He locks his arms under and over your thighs, and pulls all your weight completely onto him.

“W–Wait, Nick I don’t wanna hurt yo–” He cuts you off mid sentence by moaning into your cunt, which sends the vibrations straight to your clit and into your nerves. You let out a clamorous gasp. Your hands tightening their hold on the headboard.

You let your body do the rest of the moving, pleasure and ecstasy possessing your mind and body as a whole, you were drunk off it, bucking your hips forwards, grinding against his face feeling his lips and tongue move effortlessly move against your sopping pussy caused your head to throw back in euphoria as you felt yourself build to orgasm a third time.

“Mm, Nick, sl–slow down I’m gonna…” You try to warn him you were nearing your end but Sapnap took it as an implication to fasten his pace.

He was relentless with your body, with you, how badly he wanted you to remember how good he made you feel, in hopes you’d finally notice him and what he could do for you now and these past years you’ve been best friends.

“I’m gonna, oh god, I’m gonna cum, Nick, Nicholas, shit, shit, fuck!” You chanted out his name like a prayer, slurring out the lewdest of noises between each word that left your mouth as you felt yourself unfold and let loose on him. Sapnap groans out feeling your cum on his face.

It took you a couple of moments before you came to a relaxed state from your third orgasm of the night. You slip off Nick, seeing the shiny slick he hd that trails from his lips, chin, and neck. “Fuck, you just squirted on me.” He laughs, licking his lips.

Your eyes widened, “Oh shit, I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to–”

“No, don’t worry. That was hot as fuck.” He reassures you, kissing your cheek.

For a moment, you both stare into each other’s eyes, you grab his face, feeling the heat radiating off his face onto the palm of your hands. He’d perplexed before realizing that you’re inching closer to his face. In a swift movement, you lock lips with your best friend, Nick. His lips are soft and tender, the lingering taste of your past arousal is now on your tongue. In a way, it was intimate.

When you pull away, Sapnap is just in pure awe with your beauty, he’s gazing at your eyes and how the reflection of the illuminance of outside is shining over your face. He loved you. And you loved him too.

You notice a look that falters his expression for a moment.

His eyes are misting with lust once more, hunger, want, need.

“You’re not done…are you?” You stand corrected when Sapnaps hands trail to your waist, fingers digging into your skin. He pushes you back onto the mattress and towers over you with a confident grin.

“Nope.” He says before giving you the best night of your life.