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[damselneedssaving]

BATBOYS BUT IT'S DICK'S BIRTHDAY AND BRUCE INVITES F!STREAMER!READER OVER AS A GIFT.

★ TAGS: older!damian wayne, older!duke thomas, crack, the boys are majorly obsessed with you—but it's right in front of your face this time, it's dick's birthday but the boys have no problem stealing you away from him, duke glows when he's flustered and it's so cute, your username is just your name

★ A/N: sorry guys, i lost track of the taglist so i won't be using it here 😭 oh, this is another requested one!! you guys are so creative with these requests, i swear. i'll never run out of material at this rate. as always, you don't need to have read the rest of this series to read this!!

★ F!STREAMER!READER MASTERLIST ★

The manor is taller than you imagined—looming to the point where you're forced to crane your neck up at an angle that blooms pain down your spine.

It's a bit creepy too, stood here, quite a ways away from the hustle and bustle of Gotham city, no other buildings in sight.

Billionaires sure are eccentric.

With a gulp, you swallow the nerves building up in your throat and take a step closer to the gate, fingers twiddling behind your back.

The speaker in front of you sings static as soon as you get closer, and you take it as a sign to announce your presence.

"Um"—you swallow thickly—"this is [Name], the, uh, streamer invited over for Dick Grayson's birthday?"

A pause.

Your palms start to gather sweat, your mouth going dry, and just as the thought crosses your mind that you may have possibly been baited into showing up at the entrance of a rich man's house for no reason—

—the gate creaks open.

"Oh, okay, cool," you mutter to yourself, a habit you picked up from constantly commentating. "At least I know that letter was legit now."

Why you, of all people, were invited, you still have no clue.

Regardless, you continue your trek down the road to Wayne Manor, each step heightening those nerves you thought you swallowed down before, pumping them with air until they all but rise back up your throat by the time you get to the large, wooden doors.

You're barely able to lift a fist before one of said doors opens.

"Ah, Miss [Name], come in. The Masters have been expecting you."

You blink, the accented voice a bit of a surprise to your twitching ears, but not as much as the person they come from.

There, behind the open door, dressed in what you can only describe as a butler's uniform, stands a man nowhere near your age, poised and dutiful, with a perfectly raised brow you haven't a clue as to how is even possible.

You shift in your spot, suddenly feeling severely out of place.

"Miss?"

You perk up. "Oh, uh, right."

Taking a shaky step forward, you enter the large manor with yet another gulp of that bundle of nerves in your throat—

—only to flinch at the sound of a plate shattering nearby.

Whipping your head to the right, you're face-to-face with a man the press has no shortage of encounters with.

Stood there with his hair combed to the side and eyes just the slightest bit wide to indicate what you presume to be his own surprise, is who could quite possibly be one of your top chat donators.

Damian Wayne.

His stare burrows through you, and awkwardly, you bring up a hand to wave at him. "Uh, hi."

"Beloved," he whispers, soft, light, in a tone of such disbelief, it almost convinces you that you're not at all supposed to be here. "What are you doing here?"

Okay, this is really not doing your doubts any wonders.

"Uh, I was invited for Dick Grayson's birthday..."

"Grayson?"

You open your mouth to confirm, when another voice cuts you off.

In comes a grinning man dressed all casual, in a normal shirt and trousers (certainly nothing you'd expect from a person with enough money to afford all the branded clothing in the world), holding a bowl in one hand and a spoon in the other.

"You..." starts the man, looking towards Damian before turning and trailing off as soon as his eyes land on you, "called...?"

Another shatter bounces off the walls.

You clear your throat.

"Hey! Uh, Dick, right?" You move your hands to twiddle behind your back as he just continues to stare at you with his mouth agape. "Happy birthday!"

A thud.

Your lips part. Then close. Then part again. Then close.

"Did he just fai—?"

"Allow me to get your coat for you, Beloved."

You gasp, the feeling of a warm breath ghosting over your ear almost causing you to jump right out of your skin.

Then it's followed up by the ghost of a touch over your bare arms, and you think you really will jump right out of your skin.

Your eyes flit to the side, and all the breath in your lungs disappears the moment you see the way Damian looks at you; those lidded eyes and that near-reverence in his gaze.

If you had any doubt that he was your top donator before, they're all gone now.

A shiver runs down your spine, his fingers over your bare skin practically a breeze as he slowly—almost a little too slowly, like he's savouring the moment—aids you out of your coat.

But then he slinks past you to hook it near the door, and you're left wondering if you just imagined the intimate moment altogether.

You stand there for another few seconds before clearing your throat, shaking your head, and averting your gaze—

—only to find it landing on a familiar groaning body struggling to get off the ground.

Immediately, your eyes go wide.

Then both your hands are grasped by another pair, and your gaze is ushered to the side, though not without a bit of reluctance.

"Uh," you start, sending another glance over your shoulder with knitted brows, "shouldn't we help him up?"

"Nonsense, Beloved, he can get up on his own," Damian dismisses without so much as a second glance. "Allow me to tour you."

"Um, okay."

With one more concerned glance tossed the birthday boy's way, you're whisked straight into another room and immediately greeted with the sight of another man. This one sprawled across the couch with one leg dangling off and his eyes glued straight to the screen in his hands rather than dropping something right in front of your eyes and staring at you like a fish out of water.

"Here we have the living room, you may find yourself in here during times of leisure," Damian explains, gesturing one hand out in front of him for less than a second before it's back in your own. "Please ignore the sight of the couch, it's not usually so hideous."

The unnamed man's nose twitches, scrunching up not a moment later as his eyes leave his screen in favour of looking up. "Who you calling hideo—?"

Then he freezes, and that phone in his hands slips right onto the floor.

Oops, you may have jinxed it.

"[Name]...?"

Once again, you find yourself pushing your lips up into that awkward smile, the urge to fiddle with your collar growing within you. "Hello."

He blinks once. Then twice. Then—

"Shit!"

The man scrambles to get up, eyes immediately darting down as his hands went all over the place to fix the creases on his shirt before shooting straight back up to send daggers to Damian.

"Demon spawn, why the fuck did you not tell me she was here?"

Damian all but sent him one disinterested glance. "Your incompetence is not my fault, Drake."

Drake grinds his teeth, and those daggers of his turn into sharp swords wide enough to pierce even you despite them not at all being directed your way.

"I'm gonna fucking kill you—!"

"Damian!"

Your eyes flit to the entrance of the room, finding the birthday boy stood there with his hands on his knees and his form slightly hunched over, panting, before immediately snapping upright and sending those same daggers Drake sent to Damian himself.

"What the hell do you think you're doing? Bruce invited her over for my birthday!"

And like he did with Drake, Damian only sends a disinterested glance Dick's way. "So?"

"So?! So?! So that means she's my birthday gift and you shouldn't be taking all her attention away from me!"

"Tt. That hardly matters when she's going to be my wife."

You blink. "Wife?"

But Damian keeps talking like he didn't just give you the news of your life about your own future marital status, and Dick argues right there with him.

So you're left blinking, awkwardly stood in the middle of this rich family feud wondering why you even accepted that invite in the first place.

But then your fingers are slipped out of Damian's hands and straight into another pair, and you're gently tugged away and out of the room.

Your eyes follow the hand in your own up, only to meet with a pair of dazzling blue staring back at you.

"I'm Tim, by the way," says Drake—or well, Tim.

Ah, Tim Drake. That makes more sense. For a second there, you thought Bruce Wayne had adopted another kid with a less than fortunate name, to say the least (what with the very existence of the song 'Not Like Us').

You clear your throat, shaking your head clear of your thoughts before saying, "Hi, Tim. Uh, where are you taking me?"

He grins. "To my room."

You blink at him.

He blinks back at you.

Then slowly, your lips curve back into that familiar awkward smile. "Woah there, dinner and a movie first maybe?"

At that, he lets out a laugh, and it's warm and real and melts straight into a smile you can only describe as that of a school girl's when staring at her crush, all dazed and dreamy.

"You're so funny..."

You blink again, letting out a nervous laugh. "Thanks..."

You've met parasocial fans before, but you think these guys take the cake for sure.

Still, you let yourself be dragged into his room because, for what it's worth, he doesn't set off any alarm bells and you like to believe the best in your fans.

Plus he's kinda hot. That's always a bonus.

"Here, let me just—"

You blink, watching him rearrange his bed before slowly guiding you to take a seat on it and rushing over to his closet with a bounce in his step you've seen many times from many other people before.

"Fuck, where is it?" comes his voice from... inside the closet?

A walk-in closet. Holy shit, that's rich.

"Uh, you okay in there, Tim?"

The only thing that responds to you is a little dreamy giggle.

"Tim?"

Another dreamy giggle. Maybe you should stop saying his name.

"Oh! I found it!" He calls. And then he's rushing out of his closet with a box that falls in front of you with a loud 'thud' not a moment later.

You blink down at it.

Your face stares back at you.

"This is a box of all my merch from you!" yells Tim, practically squealing the words out as he opens the box and starts taking things out one-by-one to show you.

"Here's the first ever hoodie you sold!

"Oh, and here's the limited edition Youtooz of you from a year back, I got it the second it was available.

"Oh yeah, and here's the figurine of you from that red dead redemption collab you did! You look amazing as a cowgirl."

You gawk, barely able to keep up with him as he flashed all your merch at you with the speed of the Flash, and you've met the guy in person.

Still, there's something oddly charming about how excited Tim is, those bags under his eyes practically non-existent with how wide with wonder they are right now.

That's probably why you can't stop yourself from smiling.

And when he finally notices, he goes quiet, a blush as red as the blood beneath your skin spanning from one side of his face to the other.

Then his door bursts open, and that blush evaporates.

"Yo, replacement, I need you to look into this lead—"

You turn, finding yet another pair of blue eyes staring straight at you. A pair that seems to slyly curl at the corners.

"Well hello there, pretty girl," drawls the new guy, crossing his arms and leaning against the door as his gaze rakes all over you and he whistles low. "No one told me you'd be over. Woulda dressed up real nice for ya if they did."

Wow, this household sure is swimming with good-looking men, huh?

"Jason," Tim hisses through gritted teeth as you let yourself look, "what are you doing here? Get out."

"Nah"—his lips quirk up—"don't think I will."

You glance back at Tim for a split second. But that split second is enough for you to see the steam practically shooting out his ears.

"Don't think you have a choice," he growls back, fists clenching by his side.

But Jason just ignores him, slinking on over to your side and plopping down like he owns the place, his hand moving to loop around your shoulders as he ducks his head down and speaks to you like you're the only one there.

"Y'know, you're a lot prettier in person."

Your lips are curving up before you can even stop them, heat warming your skin. "Oh... really?"

He tilts his head, moving closer, lips a breath away from your own. "Yeah really."

"Jason!"

You then blink as the arm around your shoulder is removed, and you're left feeling a cold breeze pass over it instead.

Your head tilts up to see Dick with his arms crossed and his brows furrowed furiously at the man who was just holding you.

"What the hell are you doing?!" he yells, before directing his attention straight at Tim. "You too, Tim! How many times do I have to tell you guys it's my birthday?!"

"So?" Jason scoffs.

"So?! So?! Argh! You—!"

You blink, registering yet another face by the door and, this time, getting up to go somewhere of your own accord.

"Oh my God! Duke!"

Duke blinks, almost looking like he would've stumbled back had you not grabbed ahold of his hands in time.

"How are you?!"

He blinks again, staring at you with his lips parted and his eyes wide with a little disbelief, just like they were when you first met.

"Did you like that plushie I won you?"

He stares at you for a few seconds more, still not saying a word, and you find your lips tugging down in concern.

"Duke?"

Then he bursts. Quite literally.

You squint, a sudden flash of light blinding you for just a split moment before you hear someone clear their throat and that light is no more—at least, not obviously.

But you swear that it looks like there's something glowing under Duke's hoodie...

"Yeah," he says quickly, before awkwardly clearing his throat again and averting his gaze to the side. "I mean—yeah, I liked it."

You blink once, then your lips curve up again and you beam back at him, responding with a, "I'm glad." before he's clearing his throat again and speaking, that glow under his hoodie appearing to be a little brighter.

"Do you wanna come to my room and go see it?"

You look around, seeing everyone still arguing with each other in their own world. "Sure!"

Then you let Duke lead you out, leaving behind the three shouting brothers and the fourth silently glaring one behind.

Dick, despite having been gifted the best present Bruce has ever gotten him for his birthday ever, is having one of the worst days of his life.

First, his favourite cereal runs out, so he's stuck having to eat his second favourite instead (ugh). Then, his favourite shirt is in the laundry because Alfred put it in last night, so he can't wear it on his special day. And then, his favourite streamer is ripped from him by every single brother he has when it's not even any of their birthdays and she's not here for them.

So now here he is, sat on the balcony with his chin slumped on his hand, staring out into the night sky because he's long since given up on trying to divert your attention to him.

"So much for a happy birthday," he mutters with a sigh, kicking the air beneath the lounger he's sitting on like it's personally the one that ruined his day.

Then the sound of the door sliding open chimes from behind him, and he's immediately perking up and turning around.

"There you are, birthday boy."

It's you, and you're gently sliding the door shut again behind you, the light of the mansion hugging your form with a warm, welcoming glow that's only furthered by the way you smile down at him.

"I was wondering where you ran off to."

His mouth parts, a sort-of awe taking over and stealing his tongue as you move to sit beside him, to lower yourself to his level.

"Not good with crowds?" You nudge his shoulder with a bit of a teasing smile.

"Great with them actually," he responds, and you blink in surprise. "Just... not feeling it today."

Your smile softens a little at that, tone gentle as you say, "That's okay." Then you follow it up with a playful, "Us human beings are complicated creatures, y'know. I, myself, have a lot of layers."

His lips twitch up. "Yeah?"

"Oh yeah."

Dick's smile widens a little at that, and a chuckle passes through his lips before he can even stop it—not that he could've in the first place. You're his favourite streamer for a reason, after all.

The two of you fall silent right after, and you turn your head to the view in front, eyes losing that teasing glint to make way for something kinder, warmer.

"Sorry I haven't been paying much attention to you," you say, almost absentmindedly, and he blinks a little in surprise—you had noticed? "Your brothers are a little..."

"Crazy?"

You chuckle. "Sure, let's call it that."

"It's all good," he responds, taking in the way the stars twinkle in your eyes. "I didn't take it personally."

"Still"—your lips tug down a little—"it's your birthday. Your dad invited me over for you. I should've spent more time with you."

He doesn't say anything. Too kind to pin the blame on you and too selfish to deny that what you had just said was exactly what he wanted.

But he doesn't need to say anything, 'cause you continue talking anyway.

"But I'm here now so..." you start.

And then you're turning your head back to him and smiling with all your heart, and suddenly—

"...Happy birthday, Dick."

—Dick finds himself not minding how this day turned out after all.

ALTERNATIVELY -> IF WALLY HAD COME TO WHISK YOU AWAY DURING DICK'S BIRTHDAY.

[pome-seed]

Sleepless Nights | Clark Kent

Pairing: David Corenswet!Superman x Civilian!Reader

Summary: Some nights, when everything's still, you get a visit from the Man of Steel.

Word Count: 1.4k

Tags: David Corenswet Superman, yearning, intimacy, fluff, late night talks, friendship w/ superman, undefined relationship w/ superman, civilian reader.

18+ blog, Minors Do Not Interact.

Authors Note: Taglist, please see message at the end, even if you don't read this! Anyways, this is my first non-Bucky Barnes focused mini fic. Life is kind of crazy right now so I just wanted to write something. I'm obsessed with this kind hearted loser :((( If you want to be apart of my taglist, let me know :)

Masterlist

It's late. Too late for you to be awake. Moon hung high in the sky, bathing the earth in a soft silver glow. Streaks of illumination slipping through your fluttering curtains, flickering across your walls.

You should be asleep. You have a busy day ahead, just like any other. You shouldn't be up. But you are, you always are when you feel that familiar buzz in the air. Like electricity charging.

You hear the soft rustle of leaves outside your window, followed by a gust of wind.

Rolling out of bed, you still have your blanket draped over your shoulders, hugged tight around your body. Your warm feet drag slowly across the chilly floor, carrying you towards your balcony.

Through thin curtains, you see the flickering silhouette, hovering in wait.

You push open the old glass doors, a brush of fresh midnight air tickling your skin. "It's late, you know." You croak.

"You should be sleeping then," quiet warmth pools in his soft tone, tired and gentle.

"I always sleep with one eye open," you huff, your arms wrapping the blanket back around your body. "Never know when I might have a guest."

He floats above the railing of your balcony, staring down at you with familiar blue eyes. "You really should start turning me away."

A smile curls at your lips. "I like to keep things interesting." You blink up at him, at the carefully raked back strands of hair, bitten red lips, and dark circles beneath his eyes. Your expression melts to something sympathetic. "Wanna talk about it?"

His playful look cracks slightly, making him shrink in on himself. For such a powerful man, he is so easy to read.

"I don't know," he mutters, his cape fluttering from the gentle breeze.

The careful way he watches you makes you shift, melted by that overwhelming kindness. The openness he tries desperately to hide. You don't remember how this became your life; how you came to expect late night visits from the Man of Steel. You just do, as if this was how it's always been.

As if you were meant to find him floating outside your window, waiting for a moment of tender understanding from a stranger.

You don't understand it, but you accept it.

It's your own little secret, hidden from the world. Like a treasure.

The man slowly floats to the cracked concrete balcony, his feet silent as he finally meets solid ground. He's large before you, a towering frame of muscle and warmth.

You've never been close enough to touch, but you feel his radiating kindness from feet away. A kindness manifesting into physical heat. You have a sneaking suspicion he could melt ice with one soft hug.

"Are you okay?" You whisper, tilting your head up at him.

He turns his gaze to the city, moonlight casting his skin in a light silver. The view from your apartment is the reason for most of your rent; a building sat on a slight incline, tall enough to overlook the main breadth of the city. Tall buildings and glittering lights. Gliding cars and shuffling bodies.

But at night, it feels different. Instead of the loud, bustling cityscape you're accustomed to, all you see is the silhouette of society. Calm, glowing, and asleep.

You stare at the man, the slight purse of his lips, the light pinch in his brow. He must be stressed, you figure. More than you could ever possibly imagine.

"I don't know that either, I guess." He mutters quietly.

"Is that why you can't sleep?"

He turns his gaze back to you, his expression softening. He nods once. "I can't stop thinking."

You frown, sympathy for the man wrenching you. Recently, the news has been nothing but chatter about Superman, and his rights and wrongs. Nothing but criticism for the alien who protects this city.

The more self centered part of yourself thinks how awful it is, that they've never seen the man how you do. They've never seen the quiet, worried, human part of his soul.

"You're doing alright, you know that, right?" You try to convince him. "The best you can."

He smiles wryly at your earnest tone. "I'm glad you think so."

A soft gust of wind rustles the trees, knocking a few loose curls of dark hair loose. They fall across his forehead, making him look almost boyish.

"I do." You glance out at the high-rises. "I think we take you for granted, frankly, and that you're doing everything you can." You feel his kind stare against your profile. "When you could be doing nothing at all."

He huffs, shaking his head. "I'm not a fan of that argument." He shrugs lightly. "Trying doesn't always excuse faults."

You scoff, turning your sleepy gaze back to the foreign man. "I think you're too hard on yourself," you whisper. He stares back at you, a soft smile working it's way across his face. "I believe in you. You should give it a try some time."

He chuckles, the sound vibrating somewhere deep in his broad chest. His arms cross, his fingers tapping against his bicep. "Thank you," he mumbles with sincerity. "I mean it."

You shrug, leaning back against the creaky glass door. "That's what I'm here for," you yawn. "I'm getting pretty good at pep talks."

His cheeks darken with a warm flush as he stares at you. "Not just that," he utters quietly. The intensity of his kind stare makes you shiver. "I really do mean it," he insists, taking a careful step forward. "Thank you for this."

You know he doesn't just mean the kind words, or company. He means the time away from the world. The quiet understanding and connection to outside perception. He means meeting with you, in private tenderness.

You nod slowly, blinking up at him. "You don't have to thank me, you know. I like talking to you."

He huffs, his ears turning a timid pink. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," you smile, your grip on your blanket loosening. "And not just because I like seeing you fly away."

He laughs quietly, shaking his head at you. "Maybe one night I'll take you up with me, to repay you for all these sleepless nights."

You grin at that, your exhausted bones sparking with excitement. "I never say no to a good time."

He smiles, stepping a little closer. His large form blocks the bright moon, casting shadows over your body. The caring warmth behind his eyes stuns you into silence as he stares down at you. He doesn't say anything at first, just admiring. Your lips fall open on a barely contained yawn.

You suppress a shudder when you feel his large hand ghost over your arm. He tugs your blanket back over your shoulders, wrapping it around you. You hadn't even noticed it slipping. "You should get back to bed," he mutters, that soft tone making you shiver. "The sun will be up soon."

"Yeah," you agree, staring up at him in stunned stupidity. "What about you?"

"Hm?" He tilts his head at you, dark hair fanning over his forehead.

"You should get some sleep. Can't save the world if you're exhausted." You try not to focus on the fact that his hand hasn't moved, or the fact that you can feel the heat of his palm through your layers.

He smiles, his canine tooth peaking out. Sharper than you imagined. You never noticed just how sweet his smile was. "Yeah, 'guess so..." He sighs, his thumb stroking over the seam in your blanket. "Try not to lose much sleep over me, I'll try not to bother you so often."

You shake your head. "Don't," you blurt. "Try, I mean. Like I said, I like our talks. I like your visits."

That warm flush returns, making his smile brighten as he stares down at you. He reaches up, cautiously tucking a frizzy lock of hair behind your ear, knocked loose from the wind. "Okay, I won't." He mutters. "Now go to bed, you still have a few hours before your alarm goes off."

You tilt your head at him, unconsciously leaning into his touch. "You know what time I set my alarm for? How often do you come by in the mornings?"

His smile turns cheeky, if not a little embarrassed. "Coincidence." He says, as if that explains anything. "Now go. Like you said, I need my rest too." He releases you, taking a large step back.

You blink up at him, sleepy and a little fuzzy with warmth. "Goodnight, Superman." You teasingly say the name, even though it's the only one you know him by.

He smiles, slowly lifting off the ground. "Goodnight, sweetheart. Sleep well." He says the affectionate name like it were any other word, sliding off his tongue like a habit. You try not to seem affected, but you're almost sure he can hear the way your heart picks up in pace.

You watch as he floats over the metal railing, lifting higher in the sky. He takes one long look at you before turning his back, and disappearing into the night.

A/N: Hi guys! I hope you liked this. I've been really captivated by this film recently, and have wanted to write a million things about this man. I love a sweet boy :( Let me know if you want more.

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imagine idol reader makes a song with the saja boys... BUT THEY LIKE DIDN'T KNOW THEY WERE DEMONS and huntrix is js FUCKCKCKC

also..heh..can i take that 🐟 anon...

Dude I am SO SORRY this took ages 😭😭😭 but yes you have the 🐟 tag :3 anyway I didn't know if you generally meant idol!R or rookie idol!R so I did the latter if you don't mind 🙂‍↕️

Okay so they absolutely love you and support everything you do, right. Especially when it comes to idolwork, they're so proud of you (and your unit) not just bc they're your gfs, but as your seniors in the industry!!! So hearing that you got a COLLAB???? Oh they're so esctatic for you omg THEY'RE SO HAPPY AND EXCITED!!!!!! That's like the next step into success as an idol!!!!!!! They just GOTTA ask who you're collabing with, like is it TWICE or-- what. the saja boys? Hey are you joking. Hey. Don't joke rn let's be serious here. Hello.

THEIR REACTIONS ARE SO VISCERAL IT'S SO FUNNY 😭😭😭. Mira's grappling your shoulders like "WHAT." with such a simultaneously panicked and stormy expression, Zoey's laughing gets Very high-pitched as she tries and fails to process you being fr. Rumi's plotting several different way to skewer Jinu the next time they meet because there is no genuine FUCKING way that lot decided to go anywhere Near You. They're all asking you like why. Why would you do that. But also immediately backtrack bc tbf in the first place most agencies don't really let you Decide on who gets to collab w who..........but also they know for a FACT that the Saja Boys most likely performed some whackass demon magic bs to brainwash this collab into reality

Ask them why they're so freaked out and they factory reset for a few seconds before realising that oh wait. You Don't Know! How Could You Know! You don't see that they're demons bc a normal human, bless you, so in your eyes they're BASICALLY freaking out about the most conspiracy theory type shit ever. They rewind back and force themselves to concentrate on the fact that YOU'RE GETTING MORE EXPOSURE HOORAY!!!!!! They blatantly promote and swoon over your group's part ONLY and ignoring the Saja Boys 😭😭 like in a live performance you see them CHEERING whenever you lot perform but when it's the demons' parts they're dead quiet and Glaring at them 😭😭😭😭😭 but whatever.....they can be......civil.........in public...............

Oh but the moment dating rumours spread between you and ANY Saja Boy they're going to blow a fuse 😭

[mytearsricochetm]

Something worth remembering pt.2

Pairing: old man!joel miller x single mom!reader

Summary: Joel almost doesn't call, until he thinks of his Sarah.

Warnings: age gap (30/61), joel's a lonely old man, fluff, first date nerves

Word count: 1.7k

Pt 1: something worth remembering

A/N: not proof read, sorry for any mistakes, english isn't my first language.

He called two days later.

He almost talked himself out of it–telling himself he was too old and broken for someone like to you, that you didn't deserve someone whose knees cracked when he bent over or with a back that hurt when it got cold– but then he thought about his daughter.

She used to try to convice him to go out and meet someone new, "c'mon dad, even uncle Tommy thinks you should get out there" she'd day. One time she even set him up an account in some old dating site– one that doesnt even exist anymore– without his knowlegde and then let him to deal with the messages he had got.

He knew she wouldn't like what she saw if she was alive today. He hadn't had a real relationship in years– hell, the only people he talked to daily were Tommy and the man who owned hardware store a few streets down. He spent his days fixing things that didn't need fixing, carving pieces on wood or playing music on his porch.

You'd be lying if you said you weren't waiting for joel's call.

Something about him drew you in.

It wasn't his attractiveness–although he was extremely handsome– but the way he carried himself despite everything. He had lost his daughter and was still standing. He went to the zoo every year on her birthday to honor her memory despite how painful it could be.

And he had been kind and respectful to you and your daughter, who had already asked you about if you'd see 'Mr. Joel' at least five times in the 48 hours that happened since the day at the zoo.

You had checked your phone more times than usual these past two days. But you still tried to keep your hopes down. You didn't want to be let down if he didn't call. After all he hadn't said 'I'll call you', just a 'thanks'.

But a little after 9 pm, your phone rang and your heart jumped.

You sat up straight, letting it ring one more time before finally picking up.

"Hello?"

There was a pause. A moment where Joel almost panics and hangs up, then finally:

"Hey... It's Joel. From the zoo."

You smiled, putting the phone on speaker as you turned off the TV so you could focus your attention on the call. "Oh. Hi, Joel. I wasn't sure you'd call."

"I know it's late. I'm sorry if i'm bothering you." He muttered. You could hear the self doubt in his voice.

"You're not." You reassured him and he could hear the smile in your voice. "I gave you my number so you would use it."

He sat back in his couch. You could hear the rustling of the fabric before he spoke again. "I just wanted to thank you. For being kind to me that day. And for letting me tag along with you and Sarah."

You paused, your heart fluttering. "You don't have to thank me. I think you walking with us made the day better." You made another pause before adding. "Sarah liked you. We both did."

He smiled, even though you couldnt see him and ran a hand through his jaw. He was trying to take courage to ask you out.

"Well... Then maybe we could go have lunch one day."

You opened your mouth about to say that you were hoping he'd ask you when he cut you off.

"Or breakfast, or dinner or do whatever it is that you wanna do. Sarah can come too." This time his words stumbled out, like he had panicked the second he finished saying lunch. He sighed. "Sorry– i haven't done this in years."

You chuckled,"I'd love to have lunch with you... Just us."

He let out a short laugh, flustered. "Does saturday work? There's this diner close to where i live. Great burgers, but we can go somewhere fancier if want."

You bit your lip, holding back a squeal. "The diner sounds great. I'll see you saturday."

Saturday arrived sooner than you expected.

You changed your outfit four times before landing on the right one. You knew you were just going to diner–it wasn't a high end restaurant–but you wanted to look pretty. You wanted him to think you looked pretty.

You left after Sarah's babysitter arrived, kissing your daughter's forehead before stepping out. She never made a big deal over you leaving–she loved her sitter– but she did make you promise that you'd bring her along next time you saw 'Mr. Joel'.

Joel got to the dinner twenty minutes early.

He had put on his best jeans and shirt. He trimmed his beard and combed his hair.

He never thought he'd tried to impress a woman again. Not at his age. Who's even going to want some old man like me?'

His heart jumped everytime the door opened and someone walked in. He looked up and hoped it was you. He cursed at himself for getting there too early because now he couldn't anything but wait.

He thought he'd wait for at least ten more minutes. But the next time the bell above the door door rang and he looked up–there you were.

The day he met you he realised you were beautiful, but he was so wrapped up in his thoughts and grief to really appreciate it. But now, as he watched you walk in, he felt his heart flutter in his chest.

He stood up to greet you, his ears turning red when you got on your tiptoes and greeted him with a small kiss on his cheek as you mumbled, "hi".

"Hey." He cleared his throat. "You look beautiful."

"Thanks." You said. "You look quite handsome too."

After that inicial awkwardness, chatter fell between you two effortlessly. You talked over burgers, fries, and a shared slice of apple pie.

Joel didn't say much at first, he just looked at you and listened to you talk. You told him about your job, what you did on the weekends, your cat. And about Sarah begging you to take her to ice skating lessons after she saw a movie about it.

He talked about his old contracting job, how he fixes things out of habit now rather than because they were broken, the porch where he sits to play guitar, and his love for coffee. Then he told you a little more about his Sarah with a tenderness that made your heart ache. And he made you burst out laughing when he told you the dating site anecdote and how horrified he had been at some of the messages.

When the checked arrived Joel picked it up and paid without letting you look at it.

He walked you to your car, your hands brushing like you both wanted to reach for the other but didn't dare to.

"I got you something." He said once you reached your car, putting his hand in the pocket of his jacket.

You raised your eyebrows, a surprised and curious look on your face. He handed you a bundle wrapped in cloth tied with a slightly crooked bow.

You opened it carefully. Inside was a carved wooden cat, it's mouth slightly open like he was caught mid-meow.

You stared at him, stunned. You never mentioned liking cats until earlier today.

He chuckled at your surprised expression and answered like he had read yours thoughts. "I heard one meowing while we were on the phone." He paused. "I started carving it when you hung up. Didn't wanna show up empty-handed."

You didn't say anything for a few seconds, too busy staring and running your hands over the tiny details.

"I can't believe you made this..." You looked up, reaching out for his hand and giving it a squeeze before letting go. "Thanks. I love it."

He handed you a second bundle and you knitted your eyebrows in confussion. "This one for Sarah. It's an otter."

This man just kept surprising you.

You were used to having guys look at your daughter like she was a burden, something they had to deal with. Joel had managed to connect a with her from the moment he met her. And now not only brought a gift for you, but one for her as well.

"You should be the one to give it to her." You handed him the wrapped bundle. "She's home waiting for me."

Joel opened his mouth like he didn't know what to say. "I-I don't want to intrude."

You shook your head. "I wouldn't be telling you if i didn't want you to come."

When you got home, Sarah was on the living room floor playing with her dolls, narrating some weird story out loud.

When she noticed you, she ran towards you and briefly hugged your legs before turning to Joel.

"Mr. Joel! You came!" She beamed.

"Yeah, I came to bring you something." He said as he crouched down so he could be at her eye level.

"Like a present?"

Joel nodded and reached inside his pocket, pulling out the wrapped bundle and placed it on Sarah's hand. She gasped, quickly opening it. Inside was an otter laying on it's back, holding a shell to it's chest.

"It's an otter! Like the ones at the zoo."

Joel chuckled and nodded his head. Before he could react Sarah was tugging his hand and making him stand up so he'd follow her to where her dolls were.

"My dolls needed a pet. They told me they were getting lonely." She said with a slight pout before sitting down in and grabbed her dolls again.

"Sarah." You called out. "What do we say?"

She looked at you, then at Joel and said, "thank you, Mr. Joel."

"You're welcome, kid."

He stayed for a while after that. You two drank some tea while you watched Sarah play.

Once the sun started coming down and the air turned cooler, he stood up and said, "I should go."

You told Sarah he was leaving and she gave him a quick hug before you walked him to the door. You leaned against the frame. "I had a great time today."

"Me too." He took a step closer to you, "see you soon?"

You hummed in agreement and his gaze lingered on you for a moment, like he was unsure if he should do something or not. Finally, he leaned down and this time it was him who kissed your cheek, his lips lingering just a second.

"I'll call you."

You watched him turn around and walk to his truck with a giddy smile on your face as you mumbled to yourself, "bye, joel."

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[do-angels-dream-of-starry-seas]

So i will make yet another post summarizing what Mark will most likely say about AI during his inevitable livestream

He started using it back when it was all janky, such as on Unus Annus

And no you're not gonna tell me it was still bad when you would've happily watched the videos as well

But he was the one, even back then, predicting basically everything it would become now, im not even joking

What many don't know is that this is perfectly in-line for him, he has always been a tech person

What he has actually done with AI and chatgpt:

- used an gen ai art program, back when it was not as good as it is now

- used it to create answers for him during an episode of Distractible (Bob's Bedtime Stories)

- used it as a joke during one of crankgameplays' videos where Ethan asked if it had a negative environmental impact - he asked chatgpt if it did

He HAS NOT used it for any of his own videos (a quick scroll through his channel will show he uses the same two thumbnail faces for literal years now -_-)

He HAS NOT used it for his upcoming film Iron Lung

He HAS ACKNOWLEDGED the negatives of AI, which were specifically about the artists discussion (only on members only streams, as far as I can see)

He HAS ACKNOWLEDGED the audience's reaction to him and his friends using it on Distractible - it was in a dismissive manner, a quick throwaway joke about them saying they understand why ai is bad but not knowing why the audience is still annoyed by them mentioning it (I do not remember the episode title, as this was during their small talk segment)

If you want his clearest thoughts on AI, go watch "Markiplier Part 9" on spotify, Powerwash Pals the series is called

But to summarize, he is essentially a centrist. He doesn't like to see it used as it is right now, but believes it can be used responsibly

I also believe he was originally paying for whatever premium plan chatgpt has, but has stopped a little bit ago

Despite me being a longtime mark fan and a AI hater, I want to state all of these facts as completely neutral, because that will be a lot more beneficial than what I am currently seeing in the markiplier tag

[favoritesupernova]

smarty pants!

⋆⭒˚.⋆ math nerd!sator x secretly smart fem!reader

chapter 8: the big bang

series masterlist

genre/tags/cw: non-sorcerer au, university au, nerdjo and his math problems, secretly smart fem!reader that has her struggles, nerdjo stuttering, angst, cussing, addiction (alcoholism), mental illness, they actually make physical contact, pining, yearning, mentions of violence (fighting), feelings

⭑.ᐟ - satoru wakes up in the hospital after a rough night out, but you're by his side. relief settles, with no serious injuries, but his heart still hurts for something.

satoru wakes up after six hours, the flourescent lights blinding him as he flutters his white eyelashes. his head is pounding and it is hard to keep his eyes open because of the throbbing pain.

it all goes away when he hears your sweet voice. "satoru. oh my god, you're finally awake," you say hovering over him, covering up the light. tears start to form in your eyes out of relief, and you couldn't do anything but hug him.

his arm instinctually finds you, wrapping around your waist. you're still wearing the same outfit as last night, making the memories rush back to him. 'oh yea, i did get into a fight,' his mind flashing back from socking sukuna.

your body starts to heave, tears falling on his shoulder, a feeling that you both know so well. "hey, hey, hey," he starts to speak with his hand circling your back, "it's okay, i'm okay. no need to cry."

his words doesn't help, because you feel so guilty. "no, satoru! it's my fault you're even here. i should have never even pressured you into going and i should have told sukuna to fuck off and-," your words are cut off by him wrapping his hands around your neck. he makes you look at him, no room to have your eyes wander.

with noses about to touch, you feel his breath against your skin. your face heats up by the closeness of his face. "it is not your fault. he got what he deserved and if it meant me possibly having a concussion from defending you, so be it." a tear runs down your face and your lip quivers.

before the tear falls near your lips, his thumb runs over it, brushing it away. satoru then puts his hand the side of your face. you lean into his palm, making him carry the weight of your head. satoru doesn't mind though. he would carry all of you, your trials and tribulations, if it meant having by his side.

you both stare at each other, not breaking eye contact. it's just you and him, and you just want to swallow this moment whole. it's quiet, the only sound is the monitor beeping, pretty fast at that. his thumb runs over your cheek, helping you calm down from your state of mind.

of course, the silence breaks from shoko and suguru busting in. your head snaps at them, slowly breaking away from satoru. already, satoru misses you, the warmth you provided him, the cold air hitting him. while you look away, he doesn't, his blue eyes stay focused on you.

"i need to go to the bathroom. i'll give you guys some space to talk," you say making an exit out of the room. shoko runs to him first, making him grunt by the sheer force she pummeled him at. "look at you, fighter boy," she says giggling. suguru doesn't find it funny.

instead of suguru hugging him out of relief, he jabs his shoulder, making satoru wince. "ow, man, what was that for?" suguru still doesn't show a smile. "for being stupid," suguru says, his voice low and void of any joy.

"seriously man. what were you thinking fighting sukuna. you've never even gotten into a fight in your life, let alone someone that could have killed you!" satoru doesn't say anything, because he is right. sukuna could have done a lot worse, but he does not regret what he did.

the room goes still, nobody daring to say a word. "man, you know how worried we were. especially y/n. she was a mess, and wouldn't leave your side, crying about how it was her fault,' suguru explains to satoru, but he doesn't need him to say it. he already knows.

"i know, suguru. i don't need a lecture," rolling his eyes, making suguru even more furious than he already is. "don't be all sarcastic on me now. i got a black eye, because i was defending you." satoru didn't even notice until suguru said it. now, he starts to feel even worse.

he mutters an apology, so quiet that the beeping of the monitor overtook some of the sentence. shoko breaks the silence, "you got one hell of a right hook though," making even suguru giggle a bit. the energy shifted, and now it just feels light-hearted, reminiscing how satoru almost had him.

after the nightly recap, shoko leaves the room to check in on you in the restroom, leaving suguru by himself with satoru. he takes a seat next to the bed with his hands crossed in his lap.

"all of this aside, i'm being serious about y/n. she was a wreck," suguru says, making satoru's head tilt at the mention of your name. "the doctors almost hospitalized her at one point, that's how messed up she was. why, satoru? why did you punch him?" the question hangs heavy in the air.

satoru takes a deep breath, taking all the information in. he knew you were worried, but he didn't think you were that worried. you never left his side, making his heart race at the thought of you by his hospital bed, waiting for him to open his eyes.

the stillness settles, "because, i care for her, suguru," satoru says. "you should have heard the shit sukuna was saying bro. it was nasty and i couldn't take it anymore. it had to be done." suguru hums in response before he speaks.

"do you only care for her, or do you feel something stronger?" now this weighs hefty on satoru's chest. does he? he reminisces the moments he has with you. whenever he is with you, it feels like there is nothing else in the world. you make his heart flutter every time you laugh or smile. when you tease him, his face gets flushed. he sees your reaction every time he does something nice for you, making him get butterflies in his stomach.

yeah, he does have feelings for you. but do you feel the same way with him?

before satoru could tell suguru his revelation, you and shoko walk in, accompanied by a physician. luckily, he only has a minor concussion and some bruising on his ribs, nothing too serious. everyone's shoulders don't feel as heavy anymore and they are ready to sleep once satoru is done with his paperwork.

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

"alright, y/n. you're stop before i have to drop these idiots off," suguru says, making shoko and satoru huff in despair. you collect your things and say your goodbyes to everybody.

you get out of the car and make your way inside your complex until you hear a car door slam. you turn your head at the sound, only to see satoru standing outside with his stuff. "can i come in? i know you have a change of clothes for me. i stink," he says, mildly yelling, because of the distance between the two of you.

a smile graces your face, the smile that he likes very much. "of course," you say softly, "be careful with the sunlight. can't have you pass out on me."

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

your apartment is dark, which is good because satoru can't be around light that much anyways. that also means no television or phone screens to distract you guys from weird small talk. both of you are freshly showered, washing away the hospital smell, and now carrying a floral aroma.

satoru decides his first meal is going to be instant noodles, making you some first. the gentleman that he is. now, both of you are slurping down your food, not knowing how hungry you guys were. satoru was even debating if y'all should go for seconds.

hours pass, but your conversations with each other never die. childhood, what the future holds, movies, and embarrassing stories spill from you and satoru. it feels so good for both of you, how easy it is to talk to each other, never feeling that with anybody before.

you feel so light when you're with him. this ache in your chest every time he leaves makes you nervous, but you're not unaware of your feelings. you like satoru, but can he handle you? that question wracks you when you think of him.

the space between you two is not small at all. while he is sitting up, you're laying down with your legs draped over his. you don't even feel his hands over your shins, his fingers absentmindedly raking up and down your skin. you both are just so comfortable with each other, making it hard to even care how you two are set up.

slowly, the conversation dies down, the static in the air getting louder. your subconscious takes over, and you scoot closer to him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. your head leans on his shoulder.

satoru tenses up, your actions were sudden, but he doesn't mind. his head lays on top of yours, both of you looking at the blank television ahead.

what satoru does next has him scared, but he can't hide it anymore. he takes one of your arms off of him, making you look directly in his eyes. fuck, you're so beautiful when you look at him like that.

"y/n," he starts speaking, a lump starts to form in his throat, "i know i fucked up by punching sukuna, but i would do it a million times if it meant protecting you." his words send goosebumps down your arms, a chill going down your spine. "i-i've never felt like this with anybody before. fuck, i have never even defended myself like that before, but i need you to know that-," he goes silent.

your breathing starts to get heavy, waiting for him to finish his sentence. the suspense is killing you. "i need you to know that i feel something for you. something stronger than just caring for you," and there it is. satoru likes you, and you like him, but you're so scared.

his confession lingers a bit before you say anything. "satoru, i feel the same way," now it's his turn to take a deep breath, but your next words shatter his heart. "we can't be together though."

satoru looks like he could cry. you hate how his face just fell, but you feel as though that's the truth. "i'm a mess. you deserve someone better than me. i have so much baggage and i can't bring you dow-," your sentence is interrupted.

his hands fly to your face, and his lips find yours. your eyes widen at his actions, but you settle into his kiss. go, your lips are so soft, and he doesn't want to pull off of you. after a few seconds, he unfortunately does.

"don''t even think to finish that sentence," he says with his lips a darker shade of pink. before you can even refute, he starts to speak. "i don't care about your 'baggage' or that you're a 'mess'. i will carry the weight of your world if it meant having you with me. i don't care how much you try to push me away, it's no use. i want you, and you want me. just let me be with you."

you can't even say anything, but actions always speak louder than words. you kiss him, and you kiss him hard. satoru's hands find your waist and your arms wrap around his neck. you pull off of him, "o-okay," you whisper, making satory smile. "okay, let's do this."

satoru stands up, picks you up and spins you around. he pecks your face a dozen times before he sets you down. your arms are still wrapped around him. he places a chaste kiss on your lips, making you blush in return.

"you know, i've never had a girlfriend before," and his confession makes you laugh. "i'm just glad you're my first girlfriend. out of all the girls that i could have gotten with, none of them compared to you." you squint and slap his chest, "oh. so i should be watching out for any girls that try to come your way then?" your voice teasing.

he leans down, closing the space in between you two. "of course not. i won't even look at another girl again. and if one tries to hit on me, i will pull out a particle accelerator." his tone comes out serious, but the delivery was comedic, earning an ugly cackle out of you.

satoru plants one more peck to your lips. "let's go to bed. it's been a long day, and i want to snuggle with my girl-friend," he says tilting his head at every syllable.

your bed is soft and smells like his favorite scent, you. shortly, sleep takes over you, but not satoru. his arm is wrapped around your shoulder, while a hand lays on his chest. he can feel your breathing against his neck, but it does not bother him.

he feels invincible, like he could take over the world. as long as he has you, nothing could stop him. he is yours, and you are his. there is nothing satoru wouldn't do for you, even if it meant going back to that smelly study room.

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well! i think that's it for this series. this is the first time i ever wrote something like this, so please do not mind the mistakes.

this fic was completely out of my comfort zone, as well as my other oneshots/drabbles i have posted. the things i normally write are nothing like this, but the amount of support i have gotten is amazing.

thank you to everyone who enjoyed this series! again, this is my first time writing something of this sort, so it's probably not the best, but i am super proud of it! thank you, thank you, thank you!

an epilogue will be uploaded soon, and it will be fluff so don't worry. just bare with me, i am super busy, because uni is starting again!

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[imbaebi]

For You, I'd Run Across the World

ִֶָ࣪☾. 김승민 —

paring: seungmin x fem!reader

genre: long distance best friends to ???, fluff and banter, first time meeting, ft felix

warnings: lots of swearing, friendly name calling(seungmin and reader call each other idiot, dickhead, etc..), teasing,

ss: 2

wc / cc : 3k / 16.9k

a/n: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO US STAYSSS 🤍 This work here is part of the stay's gift exchange 🤭 this fic is for you @youreyeson1y !! I hope you like it, I tried my best 😅 fun fact, the last part of this I wrote it while having the slender man movie in the background. Yeah I'm strange lol. I have like 2 other drafts that were entirely different before settling with this one lol. If I do end up finishing any of those other drafts, would you like me to tag you, Mimi? 🤔 Thank you, @starlostastronaut for hosting this event, I had so much fun brain storming different ideas to do !

synopsis —---

you and Seungmin are literally the best duo ever but of course you two had to be long distance best friends because the world knows what chaos you to would bestow upon humanity if you two did live near each other so it curses you both by being oceans apart. the world can't hold you from seeing him in person this time.

—-- ⪩⪨⪩⪨

Your phone lights up with a notification from your favorite person, the phone screen bright in contrast to the dim led lights. It was one in the morning and you weren't even close to falling asleep. You open up iMessages —

Seungmin, SW(online) or Mr Mong—as you like to call him because you made him say "Mong Mong" after he lost to you in overwatch—was your best friend who lives across the world from you unfortunately. You two have been friends for 4 years ever since you met on Work at a Pizza Place. You both bond on your love for random games on Roblox and that you play overwatch.

    “Helloooo!” You join the discord vc on your laptop.

    “Took you long enough.” He tsks.

    “I literally just sent the text that said I was gonna join. Give me a break, Dubs.”

You pull the blankets up over your legs as you get more comfy in your bed. "Dubs" was another nickname for his online tag, SW. That was what you called him before you and him told each other your real names.

    “Still you could have joined a bit faster.”

    “Do you want me to leave the call?” You threaten with a smile. “I'm literally hovering over the leave call button right now.”

You were not but he didn't need to know that. Seungmin chuckles, making you smile wider. There was something about his laugh that made you feel warm on the inside. You literally can't wait to meet him in person...

    “So how was your day, yesterday?” He asks you.

    “It was boring and tiring. It felt long after we ended call, the day just went on and on. Maybe because I was work.” You pause. “...and I missed you.”

    “That's a first.”

    “A first? What do you mean, I say that I miss you all the time!”

    “Yeah but.. it sounds like you really mean it today.” Your breath hitches, at the softness of his tone.

    “Um whatever.” You mumble, your face felt hot. You don't even know why... “Did you not miss me?”

    “Eh...”

You gasp dramatically, hand clutching your heart. Even if he can't see you, it was crucial to play it all the way.

    “My best friend hates me!” You whine, suddenly. “Like truly hates me. I don't know what to do, how am I suppose to live with this information?”

    “Shut up!” Seungmin's laughing his ass off at your dramatic act.

    “No! You hate me.”

    “Do not.”

    “Do too.” You shot back like a child.

    “Quite the opposite actually.” His voice went to a deeper octave, causing you to almost have a heart attack.

    “Whaaat? The Kim Seungmin loves... Moi?” You gasp. Your heart picks up, even though you knew he meant platonically.. it still felt nice.

    “Why the full name?” Seungmin groans.

    “Because I love you too. And maybe cause I like saying your name.” You giggle. “Anyways... How was your day?”

    “I got woken up at six am to play duos on league with Felix.”

    “Six am to play league of legends?” You burst out laughing because that was actually crazy. “Your roommate didn't actually wake up that early to play league of legends?”

    “Actually he never went to sleep.” Seungmin deadpans. “He was up all night grinding in genshin.”

    “Okay I can't say anything since I do that sometimes.”

    “Which is worrisome ”

    “You worry about me?” You tease.

    “Who else would when you're literally a loner and have no other friends besides me?”

    “You're so mean, and for what?” You huff. “And I do have other friends!”

    “Okay, name one.” You pause. Um...

    “Felix?”

    “You only played three games of league with him. And he doesn't count since he becomes friends with everyone he comes upon.”

    “Um... Ellie!” You say confidently. Ellie was one of your coworkers who you spoke to casually.

    “Okay fine, you may have one friend. But still you're a loner.”

    “That's cause I like to be alone.” You roll your eyes. “Most of the time.”

The conversation flows into something more peaceful after that, talking about anything and everything. And soon minutes turn to hours but you hardly realize it. Seungmin makes time blur when you're talking to him, you just never want to stop. He just gave you peaceful ground to be around, a safe place too and you do the same.

Was it wrong to fall for your best friend that lives across the world from you? Seungmin made it impossible to not like him. He acts mean but he's actually really sweet on the inside. He listens whenever you need, always knows just what to say, makes you laugh when you need it. He's just... amazing. So was it wrong to fall for him? You would never know, because you were too scared to find out.

    “And so I told her that the chocolate melts would obviously be in the baking isle, not the candy isle. And she had the audacity to call me an idiot and rude teenager. Told her deadass: "I'm fucking twenty four years old, but I'll take the compliment." So she left the store without buying her chocolate melts.” You and Seungmin. laugh. Then your laughter turns to a yawn.

    “Shit, I forgot you live in Canada. You should go to bed, Y/N. It's like four am for you.”

    “But I don't want tooo. I wanna talk to you.” You pout, he could hear it. “Besides, I'm not sleepy.”

You rub your eye as you said this. You really did sometimes act like a little kid, but it wasn't on purpose.

    “You literally sound like your gonna pass out.” He deadpans.

    “So? I want to talk to you.” You whine before yawning again.

    “I'll be here when you wake up, Y/Nie.”

    “Will you?”

    “I promise.”

Your eyes close involuntarily, just for a couple seconds before you force them open. Okay maybe you were really tired...

    “I can't wait to see you.” You mumble, not really paying attention to what you're saying.

    “What do you mean?” His confusion made you wake up a little and realize what you were saying.

    “Uh. I'm gonna face time you when I wake up. ...if that's cool?” You say on the spot.

    “That's fine. Now go to bed.”

    “What are you, my dad?”

    “Sleep.” He says firmly.

    “Okay, okay.” You shake your head a little. “Have a good rest of your day. Love you.”

    “Sleep well, Y/N. Love you too.”

And with that you left the call. You couldn't believe you almost let out the surprise. You had bought tickets to South Korea and you were finally going to meet your best friend in person for the first time ever. You were so excited.

⪩⪨

You had it all planned out. With Felix's help, you were going to fly to Korea, sneak into Seungmin's bedroom and surprise him. A proper plan if you said so yourself... It felt like a long time before it was finally the day of your departure!! ...but that also meant you had a 14 hour flight ahead of you. Oh brother...

You had woken up like 15 minutes ago. Your toes are bouncing up and down in your shoes, it felt like eternity before the check seatbelt light turned on and the flight attendant announces that you were about to land.

You close your eyes due to the turbulence as the plane begins to land. You weren't the biggest fan of flying but you could tolerate it. The plane lands safely, thankfully. You and the other passengers depart from the plane. You make a beeline to the luggage carousel. You spot your purple and white suitcase heading your way. You take the luggage once it was in arms reach. Now it was time to call Felix, you tug your suitcase behind you while you look for his contact. You look up for a split second so you don't bump into anyone. You make eye contact with someone.

“Y/N!!”

“Felix!!”

You both yell, not caring that you're currently in an a busy airport in Seoul. Felix runs up and hugs you, you wrap your arms around his torso.

    “Ah! I was just about to call you. I can't believe I'm actually seeing you right now!” You squeal. You were bouncing, literally with excitement. Felix matches your energy, pumping his fist into the air.

    “I was about to send you a message. But we found each other instead.” He chuckles.

It had always been via discord voice chat or facetime. So seeing Felix in person felt like a dream. Now you literally could not wait to see Seungmin. You and Felix planned it perfectly, Seungmin was still at work wasn't going to be off until an hour almost so you had time to hide. The plan was to scare him and film the whole thing because you needed to have this moment forever.

Felix helps you with your stuff and you both go to the car. The car drive to Seungmin and Felix's house was very loud because you and Felix had similar basically the same music taste and you decide it wouldn't be right to not blast your favorite songs for the almost an hour long drive back.

⪩⪨

You stumble into Seungmin's bedroom quickly, you and Felix had sort of lost track of time talking and showing each other tiktoks. The second you heard Seungmin's voice greeting Felix, the excitement and butterflies hit your stomach. You hide behind the door and put a hand over your mouth keeping yourself quiet. The footsteps got closer and closer, your heart racing. Seungmin steps in his bedroom and took off his jacket before tossing it on the the desk chair. He still doesn't see you. He goes to charge his phone, placing it on the nightstand. He turns to leave—his eyes land on you and he freezes. You both make eye contact, a warm excited smile on your lips as you move away from your little hiding spot.

    “Hey—Oh!” Seungmin literally attacks you with a hug. It felt warm, comforting. His scent nice and fresh with hints of vanilla. Your head hits his chest. You exhale.

    “What the fuck?” He says, astonished . He pulls you tighter, afraid that if he let's go you would disappear. His hand caresses your hair.

    “Surpise!” You giggle, pulling back. “Wait fuck — are you crying?”

Seungmin's eyes are glassed over, he couldn't believe you were actually here, physically here with him right now—in arms reach. It was such a pleasent surprise, that it made him tear up.

    “Awe I didn't expect you to cry, Mr Mong.”

    “Stop calling me that.” He grumbles with an eye roll. He wipes the tears from his eyes. “How are you even here?”

    “I flew here, duh.” You say cause it's obvious.

    “No shit.” He smiles. Felix's laugh rings from the doorway, your phone in his hand—everything on video just like you wanted. Seungmin turns to Felix and points an accusing finger. “You were in on this!”

    “Yep, she really wanted to surpise you. It was so frickin hard to keep this a secret for almost a month.”

    “A month! How did even you stay quiet?” Seungmin shakes his head. Seungmin glances at you and you swore that your heart skipped a beat. He was more attractive in real, if that was even possible.

    “Honestly I don't know.” Felix shrugs. “Anyways, I gotta blast. Promised Chan I would come over for the night so see you both tomorrow. Peace!”

And with that it was only you and Seungmin in the haze of excitement and butterflies. He asks you if you want to roblox together, of course you say yes. You decide to play on your phone while Seungmin plays on his playstation. You were both in his bed, sheets and blankets tangled around your legs as the room gets warm with adrenaline and yelling. You let out a scream when you see Seungmin's roblox character appear out of no where, you didn't even hear the beast song for more than two seconds. Flee the facility was a stressful game, okay??

    “Where did you even come from?!” Your roblox character crouches to escape but Seungmin somehow hits you anyway. “How the fuck!”

He laughs maniacally as he drags your limp body across the floor on a brown rope. You type "hit" in chat. It was a full game and two of your teammates were frozen already, it was just you and purplepie. Seungmin was pretty good but your teammates weren't the best... You look at the bar at the bottom praying that he couldn't get to a freezer before you were able to get up. Nevermind the praying, he found one.

    “Seungmin— Minnie, we can talk about this! You don't have to put me in that cold cold freezer. You don't want your best friend to freeze, do you?” You try to convince him. You were already half health so if purplepie was across the map then you were good as frozen.

    “Hm.. I think you'd look better in blue.” Then he puts you in the freezer. He hits the freezer chamber to emphasize you were trapped before hopping out the window and leaving you to freeze.

    “You dickhead!” You giggle defeated, Seungmin only laughs while he continues his search. You watch as your health bar goes down with no purplepie in sight. You sigh as it gets lower and lower until.

myeyeson1y has been frozen

You spectate purplepie only to find out they were literally in the room next door hacking a computer.

    “What the fuck? My teammates aren't shit.” You chuckle annoyed. Oh well. The round ends, and you two play some more. Seungmin wins most of them cause he's a fucking cheater and kept looking at your screen when you were on opposite teams even though you kept screaming at him to stop.

After you had enough of roblox, you suggest you watch something—neither of you wanted to go to bed just yet. He puts on some random show that was rather interesting, still most of your attention was on the man next to you. At some point during the show, the gap between you both lessened—your legs were brushing against each other's.

⪩⪨

You wake up, honestly surprised to see sunlight, you close your eyes again, not wanting to go through life just yet. It was warm, very warm— in a good way that was comfortable and made you feel all nice inside, you didn't want to get up but rather stay in this lovely feeling forever.

Wait.

You open your eyes again, this time registering that you were in Seungmin's bed, your legs tangled with his, his arm around your waist while your hand rests on that said arm. Your eyes widen, the sleepiness lifting from your brain slightly now that you're more aware. You look over his facial features, from his eyebrows to his chin. He looked good even while sleeping, his other hand was under his neck. Your eyes go to his lips and how they curve down slightly. If he couldn't look anymore adorable...

You move your hand to touch his face, but you stop yourself, fingers curling back. Your hand hovers above his face, you couldn't though. You close your eyes for a few seconds, trying to talk yourself out of the urge to stroke his cheek. You almost let out a yelp—his hand held your wrist and gently lows it down to his face.

You look at him, his dark brown eyes—sleepy but warm—stare back. His cheek is soft, he probably shaved the other day. Your heart flutters and starts beating faster cause of how he's looking at you right now. You hope he couldn't hear it... Your finger lightly trails from his cheekbone to his jawline, he watches you with a hint of something you couldn't tell what behind his eyes. He shivers slightly under your touch. The tension of something new, something soft was thick. His ears turn red—he's nervous, you notice, maybe it wasn't all one sided.

    “Seungmin, have you seen Y/—? Oh.” Felix had slammed open the door, scaring the hell out of you both. You flinch away, both your ears turning red. Felix's eyes were wide. “Oh my gosh, did you guys sleep together?”

    “What, no!” You and Seungmin both answer, your minds going the dirty route.

    “You guys—no I meant like sleep in the same bed.” Felix shakes his head.

    “I thought you were at Chan's?”

    “I was but I just came back, I went to check on Y/N but she wasn't in her room. I didn't mean to interrupt you lovebirds.” Felix wiggles his eyebrows, suggestively. Seungmin throws a pillow at his face.

    “Gosh, shut up!” Seungmin's face was red.

    “Okay, okay. You two can continue on with whatever you were doing. Just know I'm always rooting for you both.” Felix does some fingers guns before leaving the room.

You put your head in your hands in embarrassment but there was a stupid grin on your face from Felix's words. You peak at Seungmin through your fingers. He was sitting with his knees pulled to his chest. You put your hands down, the sound of your movement makes him turn to you. The air feels different, maybe because there were hints of what Felix's was joking about that remains, lingering in the air... But friends sleep in the same bed all the time, right? Then why did it feel like something more...?

From the way he swallows nervously, you were almost certain that you both had feelings for each other. You take one of the pillows and chuck it at him. It hits him square in the face.

    “What was that for?” He asks, placing the pillow down—away from you in case you wanted to throw it again. He rubs his nose.

    “We definitely need to talk.” You pause. “Later though, cause I'm hungry.”

    “Right. Let's go have breakfast.” He gets of the bed and holds his hand out. You take it with a smile of fondness. Something sweet unleashes in the air as you laugh at something he said. You like this, you like him.

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[haru-kuneko]

I was about to agree with OP's statement until the last part. Like yeah no! As much as I agree that Wattpad ain't perfect, I also don't think it's right to diss Wattpad as if everyone there are a bunch of prudes either.

I may not be on AO3 but I do know some folks who do. However, I'm not gonna mock them for being on a platform that I don't like.

It is also important to understand where most of these pro-censorship AO3 users are at least coming from instead of simply shutting them down. They could also just be people who worry about those who write absolutely deplorable fics, which might be promoting toxic behaviors and breaking any guidelines.

The ones that lack disclaimers/trigger warnings, proper tags and could end up scarring any unsuspecting child who happens to stumble upon them. There is a difference between an edgy fic that is meant to bring awareness and be a vent piece versus something that is just some sick fantasy.

As someone who has been on Wattpad for five years now, I can reassure everyone that you can still write spicy novels or fanfics there as long as it's not too explicit and promoting any inappropriate content, hence why others tend to post the uncensored versions of their works elsewhere.

You can still write violent horror stories and explore serious themes e.g. politics, mental health, violence, drugs. However, I would highly suggest you guys censor some bad words though to avoid getting flagged.

AO3, as far as I know, is more like a virtual library of various fics (both derivative and original) with less censorship. In other words, anything that wouldn't typically fly in the mainstream landscape gets published here. It is called an archive for a reason.

While the same can be said for Wattpad, the difference is the platform is primarily made for original stories and aspiring authors to pursue writing professionally due to its marketable flair. It is a lot more accessible if you wanna self-publish or read digital books for free.

Being a pro censorship ao3 user is so insanely cringe. Either use the (incredibly effective and well designed) filtering system to avoid seeing the shit you don't like or stop complaining. Leave the pro censorship rhetoric to Wattpad or smth

[sugusoko]

finally finished this for realsies this time... baseball au!!!!

i'll over-explain baseball + additional notes under the cut if you are interested/don't know about baseball logistics... it's going to be long though, be careful >_<;

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*note i don't actually know anything about baseball so feel free to tell me where i'm wrong or what your opinion is, if you know better ^_^;

explanation section:

eitaku: the catcher/pitcher duo is the battery. the catcher is essentially the strategist and guides the pitcher on what to throw

hiruko: she bats fourth, which is the clean-up position. it's called clean-up because 123 batters prioritize loading the bases, and thus the 4th batter needs to then send them home

ima+kako: they are 2nd and shortstop, a.k.a. the keystone combo. shortstop is positioned between 3rd and 2nd, and thus needs to work well together with 2nd base

(some of) my extra notes:

battery:

chose eito catcher first and foremost because of homosexuality. but also bc everyone else is dumb as bricks

eito catcher is also funny asf because you know he is engineering the pitch sequence specifically to cause as much psychological damage to the batter as possible. he's toxic asf and a menace to play against

kako ima battery is also possible but i cannot imagine eito playing any other position. ima is probably a pretty good strategist too

second to last defense academy:

kurara: left, power hitter

nozomi: manager, gives the best timeout speeches

kyoshika: 1st, best bunter

yugamu: 3rd, switch hitter; good at getting on base

moko: right, power hitter/cleanup hitter

misc.

kyoshika and takemaru are the morale boosters on base... theyre the loudest yellers

i think darumi has good sense for when to steal + she's fast so she has the highest steal %

but i also think gaku is good at stealing, just that he has poor judgement... he's fast but needs to be told when to steal or he'll just be tagged out

i didn't know how to position the rest of the batting line up bc im torn between thinking eito is a close competitor for clean-up and not wanting to reinvent miyuki kazuya

on top of that idk what darumi's niche would be... i cannot imagine she's great in any other defensive role except maybe pitcher...? so i had to assume she was a good batter. + batting after mistress hiruko surely improves her results right

so eito got demoted. takumi also got demoted bc at first i thought maybe he's a good batter but tbh i feel like he's bad at reading the pitch sequence and makes bad decisions when batting lol

[angelicblondie]

influencer!reader on stream with fwb!chris contains: suggestive content, fluff, a hint of angst (if you squint)

you had been sitting in the gamer chair besides chris for about 15 minutes, joining him in his room out of boredom. he himself had gotten bored of the game he was playing on stream, so he turned it off and the two of you sat casually talking to the chat, chris mainly.

your knees were pulled up to your chest, you chin resting on them as you scrolled on your phone, tuning in every now and then.

part of the reason you were such good friends with chris, and all the tripplets in general, was largely due to the fact that it was always just so easy. there was never any pressure to have to go out and do something, sometimes all you needed to do was chill and hang out together and you were satisfied.

"yo, wheres your top from?"

your head snaps up. "hm?"

chris turns to you. "someone wants to know where your tops from."

you turn your head to the side to try and get a glimpse of the tag. "uh i dunno, can you check?" you ask.

he nods and leans down, placing his hands on the back of your chair to turn you around, slipping his soft fingers into the back of your top to lift it away for a second, checking the tag. your heart jumps a bit at the gentle touch, and you swallow, turning your head to try and get a glimpse of him.

"it says aritzia," he states, turning your chair back around so you face the front again. you hum in realization. "oh yeah, right."

you toss your phone onto the bed and lean in closer to the screen, squinting to try and read the rapid messages being sent in.

"you blind or somethin'?" chris teases, raising his brows. you whip your head around, narrowing your eyes, fighting off a smile. "i'm literally not, its just moving, like, stupid fast. why don't you stick with reading the questions, mr. 20/20 vision?"

he lifts his hands in mock surrender. "fine by me," he rubs his hands together and leans in a bit, eyes scanning the chat.

"is matt joining? nah hes sick right now," chris answers casually, leaning back in his chair and lifting one arm up to rest on the crown of his head, shirt slighty ridding up his stomach.

you watch him discreetly through the monitor, eyes glued the sliver of abdomen revealed. your attention flickers up to his eyes through the screen and you see he's already watching you, a subtle knowing smirk on his lips.

you bite the inside of your cheek through a smile, shaking your head somewhat in grief, partly wishing you two weren't on stream so you could just be all over him.

you had been friends with chris and the triplets for a couple years now, befriending them not too long after they came out to LA. you yourself were from the east coast, so you joked that you knew the importance of finding each other out there.

you had different relationships with each of them, close in different ways, but everyone knew you and chris were the closest. you hung out pretty much all the time, slept over in his room when your apartment felt especially lonely. it was common knowledge to pretty much everyone that you and chris were inseparable.

chris and your relationship had shifted quite a lot in the past couple of months. what was once a completely platonic (though, admittedly occasionally flirty) friendship had transformed into an arrangement, containing just a few simple rules - no strings hook-up and staying best friends.

had the line blurred a bit? well sure, but that part was always inevitable. maybe the two sides to your relationship bled into each other every now and then, but it was working, so what could you do?

the nature of your relationship prior to the start of your agreement was already touchy, which of course, was only heightened once you two started hooking up.

his brothers oftened teased you two for the longest time, the thought of you two being something more sprung on them by comments shipping you and chris, so they weren't really surprised when they discovered your arrangement. chris had decided to tell them, because he was so close to them, and they probably would've found out anyways, so it would've really just been a pain to hide.

matt and nick, whilst not shocked, seemed a little...underwhelmed by the news. chris had reported back to you on how the conversation had gone, perplexed himself.

"i mean, i told them, and nick like immediately said, 'thats it?' like what the fuck does that mean?" chris asked through a frown, his brows furrowing, confused.

you sit up a bit, matching his perplexed expression. "how did you word it?"

"i just told them that we're hooking up," he said, still completely lost by his brothers response.

"what about matt? what'd he say?" you asked, curious to see what your other friend had said.

he scoffed. "he like, looked a little surprised i guess but was jus laughin' n'shakin his head."

i hum. "well, i mean, its a weird reaction, but its not bad."

christ, still looking perplexed and deep and thought nodded, a far away look in his eyes. "i guess."

though sometimes it was the cause for getting made fun of, you were glad your two other friends knew - it was nice to not have to keep it a secret in front of them.

breaking eye contact with chris, you push your chair back a bit, gasping lightly. "oh, i can see the chat wayyyy better from this angle."

he simply hummed in acknowledgment, eyes still on the screen, the remnants on the smirk still on his face.

you read the chat, eyes blinking to catch up to the questions pouring in, many of them addressing the mysteriously smug smile on his face.

you roll your eyes, laughing lightly. "ignore him, he's just weird," you reply, amusedly biting your lip softly when an offended look crosses over his features.

"you're literally on my stream," he defends.

you raise your brows. "want me to go?"

he pauses for a split second, not knowing how to response. you smile victoriously. "i mean you can stay if you want," he manages, that contagious smile and laugh breaking out, leaving you no choice but to join in.

you turn your gaze back to the screen, giggling at one question that zips by. you bite your lip, leaning over to whisper it in chris' ear.

"someone just asked what your favorite position is," you report, smiling through the words before leaning back.

he looked at you expectantly, holding that familiar confident and nonchalant exterior. "wanna tell them?" he asks, raising his brows.

you couldn't help the light blush coating your cheeks. you tongue pokes the inside of your cheek as you shake your head, shoving his arm lightly. "funny."

he chuckles, leaning back again, maintaining his amused smile.

the chat is going wild, filling the screen of questions of what just happened, whilst you search for unrelated comments, trying to change the subject.

little did you know that the measly 15 second clip would go viral the very next day, lip readers swearing up and down that you had whispered to chris something about a favorite position, leaving it up for debate whether or not you could actually answer that.

note: ahhh brings me back to my peak sturniolos era back in 2022 🥹 also happy birthday to those cuties, 22 is huuuuggggeeee😉

side note: what is up with me and fwb recently???

[horrortember]

Come one, come all to the 2025 Horrortember event! This an event for horror buffs, scary story aficionados, and any one else who loves embracing that spooky vibe!

The prompts are intended to be used for writing, both for fanfiction and original fiction, but any medium will be accepted. (Poetry, gifs, art, we love it all!) If you fill any of the prompts, tag your post with #horrortember2025 or @ this blog and I'll reblog as many as I can. At the end of the month, I'll post a list of completionists and participants. Hope to see you on it!

A written list of prompts is under the cut:

1. "Good thing that I'm forgiving.": betrayal of trust/lies/abuse

2. "Everything is through, dear, but my love for you, dear, lives on.": masquerade/entwined/devotion

3. "You can't change fate, but don't feel so bad.": pre-determined/acceptance/passive observation

4. "You know you're never coming back.": changed/influence/corruption

5. "We have the right to know.": creation/unreliable narrator/paranoia

6. "When I want to stop, I can.": addiction/bargaining/responsibility

7. "I'm not going to be quiet.": screaming/unrequited/confession

8. "I know you can hear me.": pursuit/out of sight/consequences

9. "Nine.": whispering/illegible/hidden

10. "Same as you.": more/retro/unsettling

11. "Everything stays right where you left it.": forgotten/childhood toys/dust

12. "By the window, that's where I'll be.": waiting/watching/presence

13. "What I love most of all.": blind adoration/red flags/truth

14. "Such happy faces.": games/taking turns/fridge horror

15. "Don't let me out, 'cause you know I can't help myself.": caretaker/reluctant/blood on your hands

16. "Be sure every night that you locked the door tight.": home invasion/false memories/autopilot

17. "If he only knew the you that we know.": beauty & the beast/outside help/no choice

18. "When we all fall asleep, where do we go?": coma/unaware/not quite yourself

19. "Taking this one to the grave.": shared secret/dangerous/going too far

20. "You can't have mine.": imaginary friends/baby pictures/neglect

21. "There once was a species that filled up the world.": endling/recording/romance

22. "Change your ways today.": period piece/punishment/religion

23. "I walk my days on a wire.": unidentified substance/mine & yours/tension

24. "And so he felt he had to prove to everyone he was evil.": inadequacy/back against the wall/debt

25. "Follow me, I have something to show you.": sadism/tragedy/lineage

26. "Take my blood and bones.": suicidal/mortal flesh/growth

27. "Are you afraid of the dark?": pitch black/boo!/ghosts

28. "But can the people on TV see me?": stalker/yours truly/violation

29. "Please just go home.": loved one/lust/temptation

30. "Let me be the one that got away.": defeat/exhaustion/final destination

[trans-masc-michelangelo]

Last picture was my stepmom holding an antique... hand held piano thing with the buttons (forgot what it's called right now 😭) so this is the one after

I found a pretty dead bug on my dad's driveway. It was pretty, ok?? I like bugs!!

Anyway @hobbitsesfeetpics I don't know any other mutuals except for the one that tagged me-

Let’s play a game

Everyone post the most recent picture in your camera roll. You only get one sentence to justify yourself if you wish. This one is mine.

My boyfriend is rly good at Latin, so I was looking up how to say ‘I love you’ but found this instead :)

Your turn!

@bookmovietvworm

@myfairkatiecat

@i-am-a-fish

@valtsv

[nerdy-sunflower]

Go through your liked songs playlist on Spotify/Apple Music/whatever you use, and post a song for every letter of the alphabet

To make it a bit more challenging, try to avoid repeating any artists!

#: 1985 - Bowling for Soup

A: Africa - Toto

B: Blitzkrieg Bop - the Ramones

C: Cigarette Daydreams - Cage the Elephant

D: Defying Gravity - Wicked Movie Soundtrack

E: Everybody Wants To Rule The World - Lorde (cover)

F: FUCK ABOUT IT - Waterparks ft blackbear

G: GLOOMTOWN BRATS - I DON'T KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME

H: Hit and Run - LOLO

I: I Hate Myself for Loving You - Joan Jett and the Blackhearts

J: Johnny Can't Decide - Tick, Tick, Boom Movie Soundtrack

K: Kamikaze - Walk the Moon

L: Laugh About It - Remember Monday

M: Money, Money, Money - Abba

N: Non-Stop - Hamilton OBC Recording

O: Out of Sight, Out of Mind - A Tale of Two Cities the Musical OBC Recording

P: Playing God - Paramore

Q: Quarter Past Midnight - Bastille

R: right where you left me - Taylor Swift

S: Sex - the 1975

T: Take Me to Church - Hozier

U: Up All Night - One Direction

V: Venus Fly Trap - MARINA

W: Where Do We Go Now? - Gracie Abrams

X: XO - Fall Out Boy

Y: You Should Be Sad - Halsey

Z: I have no songs starting with Z on this playlist 😅

Tags: @wisegirl42 @whatupsociety @herb-rain @swiftlyfindingmyplaceinthisworld @swiftieinthegetawaycar @mercysheart and anyone else

[spookysanta]

Chapter 12: Just a Guy With His Girl

Ongoing tags: [Modern Romance] [Slow Burn] to [Fireworks [Black!Reader] [Younger!Reader] [Reader is That Girl] [Obsessed Michael™] [So Much Eye Contact] [Vacation Fling] turns into [Something Real]

Potential TW/CW: [Swearing] [Light Sexual Tension] to [Eventual Smut]

here we are babies! the home stretch. :( but there's SO much more in store for y'all and i can't wait. don't forget to vote for the next fic in my checklist poll. once that's done we've got some other series in the works. i know i've been writing a lot for michael BUT i do have some stuff coming for other muses, too. i just need to clean my inbox out first lmao

The apartment had gone still, but neither of you moved.

Not yet.

The TV glowed soft in the corner, playing some rerun neither of you were watching. You were sprawled half on top of him, one thigh draped over his waist, his palm warm against the small of your back. Your cheek rested on his shoulder. His heartbeat was slow and steady beneath your ear.

It was quiet. The kind of quiet that didn’t ask for anything. The kind that made you want to stay suspended in this exact moment, not thinking about tomorrow. Not thinking about what any of this meant beyond right now.

Eventually, you stirred. “Bed?” you whispered.

Michael’s eyes opened slowly, the barest smile tugging at his mouth. He reached for your hand as you stood and followed you down the hall, his fingers still laced with yours.

In your room, the covers were warm from the day. The sheets smelled like laundry soap and cinnamon – maybe from the candle you lit earlier. You climbed into bed. He followed.

You fit together like second nature. His chest to your back. His hand settling at your waist. His legs brushing yours beneath the sheets.

Neither of you spoke for a while.

Then, in the dark: “Can I ask you something?”

You blinked up at the ceiling. “You just did.”

He smiled against your shoulder, pinching your thigh with a chuckle. “Smartass. For real though…”

“Shoot.”

His voice was low, careful. “Who all knows about me?”

That made you pause.

You felt his fingers trace soft circles just above your hip, like he didn’t want to make it a thing, but needed to ask anyway.

“I know the girls do,” he added gently. “Tati, Nas, Lex, Kris. I could feel how much they care about you. How they’ve got your back.”

You smiled into your pillow. “They do.”

“So… outside of them?”

You exhaled. “My parents don’t know. Neither does my brother, Jay.”

Michael was quiet.

“I’m not hiding you,” you said softly. “I just… haven’t shared yet. This has been ours. Just ours. And I wanted to keep it close before anybody else had an opinion.”

He nodded behind you. You felt it. But he still didn’t say anything for a beat.

“I get that,” he said eventually. “Truly. I just… I was curious. Felt like I should know where I stand.”

“You do,” you whispered. “You stand with me. And that’s not small.”

He didn’t push again. Just slid his hand to your stomach and pulled you closer, wrapping himself around you like a blanket. “I think I’m still adjusting to this,” he murmured. “You. All of this.”

You rolled to face him, your nose brushing his. “What part?”

He hesitated. “The normal. The soft. The real. It’s rare for me.”

You watched his face, studied the way the shadows played over his jaw.

“I started acting when I was, what, twelve?” he continued. “Maybe thirteen. I’ve been working ever since. I had support, my parents were amazing. But I didn’t really get to live the way other kids did. I don’t remember many summers, or family reunions, or running through the neighborhood with cousins. It was always auditions. Jobs. Prepping for the next thing.”

Your heart tugged. “That’s a lot for a kid.”

He nodded. “I don’t regret it. But sometimes, I wonder what it would’ve been like… y’know, to just be a kid. To be free.”

You were quiet for a moment. Then, you mumbled, “We didn’t have much sometimes, but we were happy.”

He glanced at you, eyes pleading to know more.

Your parents divorced when you were three. And though you barely remember them together, your memories of each of them outweighed the strain in the family’s dynamic.

You started with your mom: how she had a laugh that could stop traffic and a voice that could talk you off a ledge. How she never sent texts, only voice notes, and still used too many emojis.

Then, you told him about your dad – the construction man that could build anything, fix anything, charm anyone. How he’d send you photos of drywall and paint jobs like they were works of art. How he once built Jay a treehouse in a single weekend after watching one YouTube tutorial.

Michael chuckled, eyes crinkling.

Finally, you told him about Jay, your baby brother who now towered over you like a small linebacker. How he acted cool but still melted if your mom kissed his forehead in public. How he was a goofball and a protector all at once.

Then you smiled and said, “You already know about Tati.”

Michael chuckled. “Yeah. Tati’s unforgettable.”

“And Angelo…” Your voice softened. “He’s been like my big brother since I was eight. He takes his job seriously. When I was in high school, he used to sit on the porch whenever boys came to pick me up. With his arms crossed. Wearing a Bad Boys II expression.”

Michael laughed.

“He and Tati basically adopted me. Or maybe I adopted them. Either way, it’s forever.”

The conversation shifted then, from family to childhood memories. Summer road trips in your grandparents’ backseat. Family reunions with matching t-shirts. Fish frys, cornbread, and sun tea in mason jars. Running barefoot through your neighborhood chasing the ice cream truck. Tati at your side, Angelo yelling at you from the porch.

“That sounds… beautiful,” Michael said softly.

You shrugged. “It was. In pieces.”

He tilted his head. “Pieces?”

You hesitated, then shook your head lightly. “I’ve… been through some shit. Stuff I’m not ready to talk about yet. But Angelo and Tati were there. When it all fell apart, they didn’t let me drown. They held me up. Gave me a place to land when I had nothing else.”

He reached for your hand, held it gently in his.

You didn’t cry – just let out an exhale. 

“And sometimes I forget how much it shaped me,” you murmured. “Why I keep things close to my chest. Why I don’t let just anyone in.”

Michael didn’t fill the space with platitudes, and didn’t offer empty comfort. He just stayed. Present. Anchored.

And after a long stretch of silence, he whispered, “Thank you for letting me in.”

You met his eyes in the dark. “Thank you for not rushing me.”

He leaned in then, kissing your forehead, your temple, the space between your brows. Not possessive, not teasing. Just present.

Eventually, your bodies softened into the bed. Your legs tangled again, his breath steady in your ear, sleep pulling you both down slowly.

And even though no one said it out loud, something inside both of you already knew.

This wasn’t pretend. This wasn’t small. And this definitely wasn’t temporary.

It was building in every shared glance, every exhale, every truth whispered in the dark.

—

The morning was warm before the sun even touched the blinds.

You’d kicked the covers off in your sleep. Your legs were bare, one draped across his hip, the hem of his t-shirt tangled halfway up your thighs.

Michael hadn’t moved much, just shifted closer during the night, fingers curling beneath the band of your underwear, head tucked between your shoulder and the pillow like he’d melted into your space on instinct.

You blinked up at the ceiling, heart full. Body still humming.

He stirred behind you. “Morning.”

You smiled. “Hi.”

“I was dreaming.”

“Good dream?”

His voice dipped, hoarse and sweet. “You were in it. Always a good dream.”

—

The kitchen smelled like cinnamon toast and burnt edges by 10 a.m.

Michael had tried – really, truly tried – to help with breakfast. But after a bagel nearly caught fire in your “fancy” toaster, he surrendered to washing fruit and watching you in his sweatpants.

You fed him a bite of your French toast with a proud little hum.

He kissed the pads of your fingertips. “Think I’m addicted to this now,” he said between chews.

You raised a brow. “My cooking?”

“No. You. In your element.”

You blushed. “You’ve only been here four days.”

“And you know I’d stay forty.”

After a slow breakfast with kisses and mumbles in between, you took him out; not anywhere big, just showed him around the neighborhood.

The park, your favorite bookstore with the lazy cat on the checkout counter, the Jamaican spot with the best oxtail in the city.

He wore sunglasses and a fitted cap, keeping things lowkey, but you could feel the tension humming under his skin anytime someone looked too long.

You slid your hand into his as you walked down the block. “You okay?”

He nodded. “Yeah. Just still getting used to being normal. Like… your world doesn’t revolve around me here.”

You smiled gently. “It never needed to.”

Later, back home, you sat together on the couch, your feet in his lap, his arm draped across the back cushion, while you scrolled through your phone and bit your lip.

“What’s up?” he asked, noticing your concentration, brushing his fingers over your ankle.

You hesitated, shaking your head to clear the thoughts swirling around in there. “There’s a dinner tomorrow with some friends from college. It’s a small group thing.”

He tilted his head. “You wanna go?”

“I want us to go.”

Michael’s jaw ticked just slightly.

You sat up. “They’re old friends,” you said. “People who’ve seen me through a lot. I want them to meet the person I’m… y’know. Choosing.”

He softened. “You sure they’ll be cool?”

“They will be.”

“You sure sure?”

You grinned. “I already texted the group chat about it. Made them swear not to act wild. Literally made them send thumbs-up emojis under oath.”

He rubbed your thigh, letting out a breath that resided deep in his chest. “I just don’t want to make your life more complicated.”

“You make it better,” you said. “And if they can’t see that, they’re not really my people.”

He leaned over, kissing you once. Then again, slower. “Alright,” he said softly. “Let’s go to dinner.”

—

“Okay,” you muttered, standing in front of your closet. “Cute, but not too cute. Sexy, but also respectable. Not trying too hard, but also definitely trying…”

Michael glanced up from his spot on the bed, smirking as he watched you hold the third dress in front of the mirror. “You look good in all of ‘em,” he offered, arms behind his head.

You turned slowly. “This is important.”

“I know.”

“They’ve never met anyone I was serious about.”

“I know.” He didn’t even try to deny the grin that was playing on his lips.

You narrowed your eyes. “And stop smiling like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you’re not helping.”

He shrugged. “You look sexy. That’s all I got.”

You rolled your eyes. Then picked the first dress anyway.

In your friends’ group chat, the messages were already rolling in.

--

You met Michael by the door after slipping into your heels.

He looked up slowly, his eyes dragging from your ankles to your mouth like he was starving. “Baby…”

“What?”

“That color on your skin? That little slit right here?” He reached for the hem. “You tryna ruin me in front of your friends.”

You smoothed your hand over his chest, giving him a playful pat on his sternum. “Just a little preview. You’ll survive.”

“Barely.”

The restaurant was chill: warm lighting, wine shelves lining the walls, soft music playing under the clink of glasses and low laughter.

Your friends were already seated. And trying so hard to be normal. No one screamed, no one dropped their menus. No one reached for their phones under the table – at least, that you noticed. But the energy was absolutely electric.

Michael helped pull your chair out. Greeted everyone with that slow smile, head tilted, eyes kind, and shook hands with every partner at the table like he’d done this a hundred times.

You swore Karla mouthed “oh my God” into her water glass.

—

He told a few stories. Laughed at all the jokes. Shared bites of your food like no one was watching. And when one of the partners complimented your laugh and Michael leaned in to say, “Yeah, I know, it’s my favorite sound,” the entire table collectively malfunctioned.

They tried to recover. To keep it cute. But Arielle elbowed you under the table and mouthed, Girl. You won.

You didn’t even try to fight it. You know you did.

The Uber ride back to your apartment was quiet in a comfortable silence that felt like safety. Your hand rested on his thigh, his thumb brushing yours.

It was the kind of silence where the night is still lingering, glowing, folding into something permanent.

He walked you up without a word, let you unlock the door, watched you step inside, and closed it behind him like he already lived there.

You both kicked off your shoes at the same time, setting both pairs in the shoe cabinet by the door. You laughed when you saw he’d also unbuttoned the top of his shirt, and he grinned like he’d just undressed for you on purpose. 

“You did good,” you said.

He flopped onto the couch. “So did you.”

“You were very charming.”

He laughed, “Baby, I’m always charming.”

You smiled with a playful eye roll, walking toward him with a container of leftover dessert from the fridge and a spoon. “Key lime pie?”

He nodded, arms open. You sank into them, not hesitating to open the container and dig in. You fed him a bite. He fed you one back.

Then licked a little off the corner of your mouth, slow and teasing, until your group chat buzzed on the coffee table.

You laughed, nose scrunching as you handed the phone to Michael. He read the screen and shook his head. “They were sweet.”

You curled up next to him, face buried in his shoulder. “What can I say? They love me.”

“I do too.”

It slipped out, almost quiet enough that you would’ve missed it if you hadn’t been paying attention. But there was no wavering in it. It was full of certainty. 

Your head lifted quick, eyes searching his face for any indication of a prank. Maybe he was kidding? Maybe he didn’t mean that.

But he was already looking back at you with the same eyes he’d had all week: a warm gaze that was in awe of you.

His mouth just parted, searching for something else to say, like he knew he’d blurted it out but couldn’t hold it in a second longer. “I know it’s soon,” he said, voice steady. “But I really do.”

You didn’t speak at first, completely at a loss for words. You didn’t rush the moment. Instead, you sat in it, just letting the words bloom around you like they belonged in your space.

You reached up and touched his face, caressing the rough hairs on his chin with soft fingers. “I do too.”

He kissed you then like an oath. Like a man who says shit and means it. And this time, when he whispered it again, this time pressed into your neck, soft and real, it didn’t feel sudden at all.

It felt right on time.

—

The next morning felt different. Not louder. Not heavier. Just… more settled.

Like something had locked into place while you slept. And not just because he was still there, snoring lightly with one hand across your stomach like a promise.

You slipped out of bed, moving slow, trying to find a moment in the quiet to steady yourself from the night before. You made coffee (of course, making another cup for him), opened a window, and watched the light crawl across the room.

He walked out into the kitchen in sweatpants and a sleepy grin, kissed your cheek without needing to ask. “I said it out loud,” he murmured, arms sliding around your waist.

You nodded against his chest. “I heard you.”

“I meant it.”

“I know.”

After that, the apartment started to shift in quiet ways. His charger stayed in the wall. His wave brush joined your edge brush on the bathroom counter. You made more space in the fridge without thinking – his almond milk next to your oat, his hot sauce now a shared domain.

You noticed it and smiled. He saw you notice. He didn’t say anything, just reached for your hand.

Later, you curled up on the couch – a coconut and santal candle lit, your legs stretched across his lap, plates empty on the coffee table. The conversation turned quiet with a weight that sat in your chest.

“What happens after this week?” you asked softly after a while.

Michael didn’t flinch. “I go back,” he said, thumb still stroking your shin. “You work. I work.”

You nodded.

“But I fly back out,” he added. “Not months later. Weeks. Days if I can swing it.”

You blinked in surprise. 

He looked over at you with a raised brow. “You think I’d say that I love you and disappear?”

You smiled, shaking your head. But still, your chest ached. “I just want it to keep feeling like this.”

“It will.”

“Even when it gets hard?”

He leaned over and cradled your face in both hands. “I don’t want the easy version of us. I want the real one.”

You exhaled, relaxing into his touch, leaning into him like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Because honestly? It was.

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found THE wildest anti post while scrolling mindlessly on reddit and i HAVE to show it. i'm gonna break it down, too, bc there's so many things to say

1) listen. i don't like RPF about real kids. i really struggle with saying "it's just fiction" because it sorta is involving real kids (even if it's fictionalized versions of them), and i'm deeply uncomfortable with it. but I ALSO understand that it's hard to draw the line there, because it IS just words on a screen, and it isn't illegal. the compromise here IS ao3, because that stuff is both allowed to exist, and we have the tools to block it from our vision if we want. everyone wins.

2) what. are you talking about. it's free, and open-source, it can't be a monopoly?? other sites are struggling because they keep censoring things, so ppl move to the better site (AO3).

3) WHAT DO YOU MEAN. how is it only protecting the "inner circle" and "very active users"?? how active do you have to be? what do you mean "work for it"? "funded MAP projects" do you have any sources for that or are we just talking out our asses now?

4) immoral to whom? and what activities? anyway, here's how the money was spent for 2025, so we're crystal clear that ao3 is not stealing money from donors and using them on "MAP projects" and other various "immoral" goings-on. (rest is under the cut bc LONG)

5) if you were a former user, you'd have to had known about rpf. i'm sorry, but at this point in time, if you're involved with ANY fandom, you've at least heard of kpop and know ppl ship those guys. be for real. and even if you (somehow) didn't, you, as a former user, would know you can just. block those tags or stop using the website as a whole? "dogma" and it's just anti-censorship. okay.

"this reminds me of several cases where cults have turned out to be sex schemes preying unsuspecting people," hello? am i awake? what is this sentence?? how is ao3, a website mainly for uploading any kind of fan fic, like a cult where a person uses money, religion, and sex to gain power over people? what??

6) i've written some fucked up stuff. i love love love writing about the darkest of taboo topics, and yet i do not find myself within the upper echelons of ao3, because that would be crazy. no one is more celebrated for writing nasty things than anyone else is for writing fluff. that doesn't happen.

again with the "MAP inner circle". actually on some conspiracy level shit oml

7) just look at this. i'm not entertaining it enough to reply fully, but if you wanna know what they're referencing, it's the international school of temple arts. but TL;DR, it's nothing like ao3.

8) i hate to break it to you, but that's currently what conservatives are doing, and they're using your backs to ride on. banning rpf will lead to a ban on lgbt content because CONSERVATIVES DON'T CARE TO DRAW A LINE. they are ready and willing to treat censorship like the fucking nuke it is and wipe out communities because they can. how are you not getting this?

you're right and you're wrong. proship was the default stance for forever in fandom, just not using those words. less proship, more mkinykatok. antiship has been a thing for a long time, but it wasn't used to refer to people who didn't like darkships, it was used to refer to someone who didn't like shipping, period (non-shippers). it wasn't till the mid 2000's that the words started being used the way we use them today.

9) fuck off with your concern trolling! and no, no one should inform local authorities about FICTION, even written rpf. if you find genuinely harmful content (a real person was harmed in the production of the content)(no, seeing something you dislike isn't harmful), report it to the correct authorities, but written fic is not that.

10) do not contact ao3 over this either?? they clearly state that if it isn't illegal, it's allowed on-site. they're not gonna do anything, and you're wasting everyone's time.

now, would you like to know the worst part? NONE of the comments are disagreeing with OP (minus one obvious proshipper)

i ADORE spn so i'm gonna yap a lot about it. forgive me. but. to my knowledge, that's not why people ship J2?there's no proof of that being direct cause, anyway. i reckon it's some mix of people not liking dark themes in fanfic (which is hard to avoid if you're setting it in-universe), not liking incest, seeing j2 as having chemistry, or simply seeing two pretty guys and wanting double of it.

plenty of ppl back then openly shipped wincest, it was talked about regularly at cons (the actors making jokes about it, met with audience laughter, jensen bought jared a wincest phone case, jdm saying both jared and jensen send him fanfics, j2 saying they were fine with people shipping whatever...i could go on, but i won't.), they joked about it in episodes and bloopers, jensen said it was a 'hot fantasy' when asked about it during an interview because PEOPLE WERE TALKING ABOUT IT AND SHIPPING IT. i also just dk how to tell you that most J2 shippers are ALSO wincesties...

also i'm sorry but rpf fans have NEVER been more accepted than darkshippers. we've always been at similar levels, esp when it comes to spn ships (except maybe for jenmish, which has always been treated better in my opinion? but that's another topic for another day)

the "pro-MAP" stuff in question? they're anti-thought crimes and believe thoughts ≠ actions, per their dreamwidth about section. idk if they're associated directly with ao3 though.

crying. like it's some secret government psyop and not a fanfiction site.

idk in conclusion this post was bad!! sorry about my supernatural rant it WILL happen again.

[itsdirteclaire]

Precisely. The reason we say AO3 can't ban content for being "problematic" is because we acknowledge that everyone defines that differently. Person A believes only non-con is problematic when they advocate for its banning, but Person B may include LGBT as something problematic and ban that next. Hence, AO3 has to host all problematic content (of a fictional nature) because of this.

However, AI is blatant plagiarism, and when we ban based on plagiarism, we're not targeting anything in particular. I can see where we might have problems with people falsely reporting AI writing or not tagging it, but the first can be mitigated by thoroughly examining the piece for common AI indicators, and the latter is a reflection on those writers, and the AI will still be noticed and can be reported as such.

I don't know if a ban would be right, I think there should instead be an enforcement on AI being tagged just like any other work needs to be {I'd love the tag to be "AI (Plagiarism)"}, but I'll take what I can get so that I can filter it out, and so they only ever get views from people who like reading works made by an environment-ruining, soulless, thief of a machine (⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧

you guys aren't gonna like this but if you want ao3 to be a neutral archive that will host anything that includes shit made with ai no matter how objectionable you find that