#and this back and forth game they’re playing is so fun to watch

[alaanz]

I feel like 90% of the interactions between wu suo wei and chi cheng is just wu suo wei talking absolute rubbish and chi cheng looking at him like nothing else exists in that moment

Case and point this ep:

He was hearing blah blah blah proper name place name backstory stuff fr

[kxsagi]

we want more lil nagi! the crowd demands

“𝐬𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐮 𝐯𝐬. 𝐧𝐚𝐩 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞”

a/n: whenever someone brings up lil nagi aka seishu, i will write for him no hesitation

(art credits go to dahlimasu on twt)

you should’ve known something was up when nagi walked into the living room in dead silence with seishu sitting perfectly upright in his arms – face blank, mouth slightly open, a single puff of baby hair sticking straight up like he got electrocuted. 

“… he’s not blinking,” you say slowly, halfway through folding a onesie. 

“yeah.” nagi shifts seishu a little. “i think he’s buffering.” 

you blink. “what happened?” 

“nap time.” 

“you tried nap time?” 

“yeah.” nagi yawns. “he won. i lost. i accept my defeat.” 

and then he flops onto the couch next to you, still holding the baby like a football. seishu immediately lights up at the sight of you, cheeks squishing as he beams and says, “ma, ma, ma!” 

“awww, baby!” you coo, leaning in to squish his face. “did daddy fail again?” 

nagi groans into a pillow. “he bit me. again.” 

“well, you did try to put him down when he wasn’t tired.” 

“he was tired. he rubbed his eyes and everything.” 

“rubbing his eyes doesn’t count,” you laugh. “that’s his trick move. fake eye rub, then BAM, headbutt.” 

“he did headbutt me.” 

seishu cackles at your shared misery and burrows into nagi’s chest, full goblin mode unlocked now that nap time is off the table. he begins slapping nagi’s face with a gummy hand. 

“seishu,” nagi mumbles, holding him at arm’s length. “you have your mother’s strength.” 

“that’s cute, coming from the man who got owned by a baby.” 

“he fights dirty,” nagi defends himself. “he faked sleep. had his eyes closed and everything. i was so sure i won, but then he opened one eye and smiled at me. like this.” nagi attempts to imitate seishu’s mischievous squint. it’s weirdly accurate. 

you’re dying laughing. “you got baby baited.” 

“i’ve never been more disrespected in my life,” nagi mumbles. “and i played against kaiser once.” 

later, you watch your husband go for round two. 

he’s lying on the nursery floor like a fallen soldier, eyes glazed, one hand weakly pushing seishu’s toy truck back and forth while seishu climbs him like a jungle gym. 

“buddy,” you call gently from the door. “he doesn’t look like he’s having fun.” 

“i’m stalling,” nagi whispers dramatically. “he’ll get tired soon. i’ll make sure of it.” 

“you know we could switch. i could take a shift.” 

“no. i will win this. i am the adult.” 

cut to: five minutes later. 

you find both of them passed out in the crib. nagi’s folded in like a pretzel, one leg hanging over the side, while baby seishu lies on his chest like he’s king of the world. 

you can’t even be mad. it’s the cutest thing you’ve ever seen. you snap a photo immediately. 

and when nagi wakes up twenty minutes later, rubbing his eyes and blinking blearily like a confused cat, the first thing he asks is: “… did i win?” 

you kiss his forehead. “yeah, baby. you did.” 

bonus: the group chat 

you: [photo of nagi folded into the crib like a croissant with seishu on top] 

reo: bro looks dead 

bachira: OMG they’re twins 

isagi: he’s gonna have back pain for weeks 

nagi: worth it 

nagi: he finally slept 

nagi: i am victorious 

you: he bit you twice 

nagi: worth it 

bonus #2: baby seishu’s revenge 

the next day, nagi tries to get him to nap again. 

“alright, little guy,” he says, gently rocking seishu while humming a lullaby that is suspiciously close to a video game soundtrack. 

seishu yawns. his eyes flutter. he goes limp. 

nagi does the transfer. smooth. flawless. olympic gold in the baby handoff event. he tiptoes backward, heart racing. 

and just as he touches the doorknob– 

“BAHHH!!!” 

seishu’s eyes snap open like a demon’s. 

nagi freezes. “oh no.” 

“BAHHHHHHH!!!!” 

it’s a war cry. the crib is shaking. 

you rush in and see nagi already on the floor, hands in his hair. 

“he used a sleep jutsu on me,” nagi mutters. “i got genjutsu’d by a one-year-old.” 

you pick up baby seishu, who is absolutely losing his mind laughing. 

“that’s it,” nagi says, dramatically lying down again. “my son is my greatest rival.” 

you give him a smooch on the cheek. 

“don’t worry. i’ll avenge you.” 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[batsandbirdbrains]

The one where the Gotham rogues are very territorial over their favorite bird

I always thought it was odd how in season one of young justice, neither Bane nor Robin acknowledged that Bane is a Gotham villain when they met on Santa Prisca. So I give u some ideas of the team encountering Gotham rogues and said rogues only giving a shit about Robin bc no one is as good as their little bird. And also if another non-Gotham villain they’re working with tries to do anything to Robin? That’s not gonna fly.

Like just imagine during that first Santa Prisca episode, when they have Bane tied up to a tree or whatever and M’gann is trying to read his mind for information, Bane straight up rolls his eyes at her, and turns to Robin.

“Tell your little sidekick friends not to announce their psychic abilities before actually using them,” Bane scoffs.

And when M’gann immediately responds with, “he’s reciting football scores, en español,” Robin straight up snorts and hides his grin behind his hands. Because come on dude why would you TELL the bad guy you’re gonna read his mind before you actually do it? Amateur move.

“It’s their first real mission,” Robin tells Bane, as if telling him it’s his baby sibling’s first time playing tee ball, an exaggerated grin on his face and his hands clasped by his cheek. Bane can just tell he’s batting his eyelashes behind the mask.

“Clearly.”

And all the others get annoyed because Robin is bantering with the enemy.

“Will you stop encouraging him!” Wally snaps, unsure if he’s directing it towards Bane or Robin.

Bane ends up helping them because he for some strange reason has a soft spot for Robin. Maybe Bane calls him something like murciélago baby, and it makes Robin straight up pout at him. He’s not a baby. He’s a whole teenager now, and Bane knows it.

Robin knew Bane was only going to help them so much, so he’s not shocked when that comes like everyone else is. He just gives Bane an exaggerated salute before running the other direction.

When the creepy Kobra guy is fighting with Robin later on? Bane does not like that. Not one bit. Once the kiddies leave, Bane kicks the crap out him.

In another mission, they have a run in with the Penguin, who just straight up groans when he catches sight of Robin.

“You again!” Robin is smothering an actual giggle at how exasperated Penguin sounds. “Tell the Bat to come deal with me himself!”

“But Uncle Ozzy!” Everyone can hear the grin he has in his face. “Didn’cha miss me? I missed you!”

The team is frozen in their spots, unsure of what angle Robin is trying to play. Also, did he just call the Penguin his uncle? Superboy is trying to figure out if that’s actually his uncle. It would explain why Robin is so short.

And when that thought goes through the mind link, Robin throws an actual birdarang at him. Rude. He’s not short he’s a gymnast and he’s a perfectly respectable height thank you!

The team ends up watching and Robin dances around the warehouse, dodging shots and taking out Penguin’s hired thugs all at the same time. By the time he’s taken them all out, he’s actually beaming as he stands in front of a very frustrated looking Oswald Cobblepot.

“Listen kid,” he somehow sounds fond, exhausted, and gruff all at the same time, “I don’t wanna see your hide around here for at least a month after this, got it? I’ve seen enough of you!”

“Aww, you didn’t miss me?” Robin is twirling Penguin’s umbrella in his hands, and no one can figure out when he snatched it.

“Fine, yes, I missed you. Even though I saw you three nights ago with the Bat!” Penguin now has his hands tied behind his back.

“Yeah but B is a sourpuss, he’s no fun,” Robin chirps. “Our games are much more fun when it’s just us!”

“I’m gonna roast you like a chicken one of these days, bird boy.”

“See! You’d never say that with B around!”

Robin is off to the side now, hacking through Penguin’s phone to find the files he wanted. They’re still going back and forth at each other, and the team is just standing awkwardly around trying to figure out how to be helpful.

“And don’t bring these goody-two-shoes kids around here again!” Penguin snaps at him. “They barely lifted a finger the whole fight, they’re useless!”

“But they’re my friends!”

Artemis scoffs when she realize Robin didnt even try to prove that they arent useless. It passes through their mind link, and Robin turns his head just enough to narrow his eyes at her.

Well then next time don’t make me fucking fight them all by myself, he thinks at them. They at least have the decency to look embarrassed when he points it out.

“Well that was fun!” Robin announces. “The Commish will be by soon to pick up you and your boys. Thanks for playing with me, Uncle Ozzy!”

“Yeah, yeah. See you next time squirt.”

“Can I keep your umbrella?”

“No!”

Robin just shrugs and rolls it under Penguin’s chair. He can hear the police sirens already.

“Well that’s our cue to skedaddle.”

Robin is halfway back to the bioship before the others can shake off the shock of whatever the bell they just witnessed and follow after him.

“How are you so friendly with them?” Wally asks once they’re flying back to the mountain.

Robin shrugs very exaggeratedly.

“Maybe that’s my super power. Did’ja ever think of that?”

“I hate you.”

I can’t rly think of any other specific idea but I do love this premise so so much I think it’s hilarious.

[041ahy]

Crimson Obsession ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

★ stalker sunghoon x stalker reader

➤ synopsis ᝰ.ᐟ : Two stalkers, one dark obsession. Sunghoon and Y/N are drawn into a dangerous game of control, passion, and madness—a toxic bond they can’t escape, no matter how hard they try.

⭑ wc: 12.3k ┆ ⭑ tw !! ➤ stalking, obsessive behaviour, manipulation, violence(physical/emotional), psychological abuse, dark romance themes, toxic relationships, graphic descriptions of intense emotions and control dynamics, sunghoon is a walking red flag, reader is a wolf in sheep’s clothing.

★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★

ᥫ᭡ hii author nad here !! This was inspired by the song “Paparazzi” by lady gaga and a mv “monster under the bed” by Emily Mei. Tried some dark romance shit and might write more!! Writing is so fun keke thank you for the support on my first story!! <3

*ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻*ੈ✩‧₊˚

Park Sunghoon, the heartthrob everyone wants. Y/N, the sweetheart no one suspects. But beneath the charm—

“I’m your biggest fan, I’ll follow you until you love me…”

Obsession bleeds into love. Control twists into desire.

“Promise I’ll be kind, but I won’t stop until that boy is mine.”

Two stalkers. One dangerous love.

They think I want to be loved.
Like I’m chasing some fairytale ending, all hearts and roses.
But love?
Love is just a leash. A pretty lie people beg to wear.
Obsession.
That’s the real power.
It crawls beneath the skin, rots through reason, turns want into need and need into madness. And I don’t need him to love me.
I just need him to belong to me.

Body, mind, soul.

And the best part?
I’m not the only monster in this game.
He’s playing too.
Watching. Waiting. Wanting.

We’re just two predators circling the same kill.

Each other.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻*ੈ✩‧₊˚

The sun is warm, golden, soft. Perfect for iced coffee and pretending the world isn’t a pit of lies and broken people. I walk through campus like usual—my smile is sweet, practiced, perfect. Girls wave. Boys look. Because I’m Y/N. The sunshine girl. Helpful. Harmless. Pretty.

And I’ve almost made myself believe it’s real. Almost.

“Hey, sunshine,” a voice cuts through the air, smooth and sugar-dipped poison. I know that voice. Everyone does.

Park Sunghoon. The campus heartthrob and a walking red flag. He flirts, he teases, he plays—but never commits. And that’s what makes the girls fall harder.

I turn, slow, innocent eyes wide like I didn’t expect it. “Me?”

He’s leaning against the locker, sleeves pushed up, jaw sharp enough to hurt. His smirk is lazy, but his eyes—
His eyes are calculating.

“Who else?” he says, looking me over like I’m already halfway unwrapped. I giggle. Just the right amount. I’ve studied girls like me. I know the formula. “Hi, Sunghoon,” I chirp, shifting my bag on my shoulder. “Need something?”

He steps closer. No space left. No hesitation.
“Just wanted to know if the campus angel ever sins.”

My smile doesn’t slip. Not yet.
“Depends who’s asking.”

He leans in, brushing a strand of hair from my cheek like he owns the air between us. His fingers linger. He’s too close. It’s not cute—it’s testing. And I see it. The need to control. To break something pretty just to see if it bleeds.

“Oh, I’m not asking,” he murmurs. “I’m inviting.”

He thinks he’s being clever. Dangerous.
He thinks I’m flustered.

But the truth?
I’m studying the way his pupils dilate. The flex in his jaw. The heat under his skin that says he likes the idea of hurting people like me. So I tilt my head, still smiling. “Then maybe I’ll surprise you.” He grins. A little too slow. Like he thinks he won. I let him think that.

Because boys like Sunghoon? They only learn when they’re bleeding.

Pretty Lies .☘︎ ݁˖

Sunghoon’s POV

The cafeteria buzzes—tray clatter, everyone too invested in their own conversation. I sit in the middle of it all. Jake’s telling some story too loud, Sunoo’s already halfway through his dessert, and Niki keeps stealing fries from Heeseung’s tray like it’s a game. Jay and Jungwon toss jokes back and forth, flawless and golden. It’s stupid. It’s perfect. It’s the same every damn day. And I’m supposed to love it. But I don’t hear any of them. Because I’m watching her.

Y/N.

Perfect posture. Soft laugh. Eyes too sweet. She’s surrounded by her pastel little friend group, sipping from a pink straw like she’s never had a dark thought in her life. But I know better. There’s something off about her. I lean back in my seat, casual, elbow resting on the table, watching her through half-lidded eyes. I’ve memorized the way she moves. Every tilt of her head. Every flutter of her lashes.

“Bro,” Jake nudges me. “You’re staring again.”

Sunoo whistles. “Crushing hard, huh? Didn’t think you did crushes.”

“I don’t,” I say. I never have. Not until her. But I don’t say that part out loud.

Heeseung laughs. “You thinking of breaking her, too?”

My lips twitch. “Something like that.” They don’t get it.
She’s not like the others. She’s quiet chaos, carefully bottled. She could ruin me. And I want her to.

I look one last time, just a glance—her laughter lighting up her table like springtime. Then I look away. And in that second—
She smirks.

It’s quick. Sharp. Vicious. A secret blooming behind her eyes. No one sees it. No one but her. Then, like a switch flipped, she’s back. Laughing softly. Stirring her drink. Talking with her friends like nothing ever happened. The picture of sweetness. But I can’t shake it. Something’s wrong. And I think I like it.

Y/n’s POV

My door clicks shut behind me. The hallway noise fades. The mask drops, and I smile. A real one this time. I lock the door. Twist the bolt. Hook the chain.

Then I turn.

My room isn’t like the others. No fairy lights. No cute posters. Just him. Every inch of the walls is covered with photos, hundreds of them. Sunghoon laughing with friends. Sunghoon walking to class. Sunghoon asleep in the library— I stood behind the bookshelf for hours to get that one. There are childhood photos, too. Birthday parties. School portraits. One of him in his mother’s arms, drooling and smiling, soft and innocent. How did I get them? Don’t ask stupid questions.
I always find what I want.

Red marker bleeds over every photo. Slashed across his name. Looped around his face. Written over and over in frantic, messy script:

mine.
mine.
mine.

My fingers twitch just looking at it. My nails dig into my palm. He’s everywhere, and still not close enough. They all think I’m sweet. Soft. Harmless. But I’ve watched him flirt with other girls. Seen the way he touches their hair, leans too close, smiles like a sin.

And I wonder how many ribs I’d have to break to make him stop. I stare at a photo of him laughing—his head thrown back, eyes shining. God, he’s beautiful.

“Why do you make me do this?” I whisper, tracing the edge of the image with my fingertip. “If you’d just look at me right, I wouldn’t have to be this way.” But he will. He has to. Because I’ve already decided. Sunghoon belongs to me. He just doesn’t know it yet.

And if anyone else tries to take him—
I’ll smile.
And smile.
And smile.
Until the blood washes the sunshine away.

The dare .☘︎ ݁˖

Sunghoon’s POV

“Wanna bet,” Jake says, grinning like an idiot.
He leans back in his chair, balancing on two legs with that smug look that means trouble.

I raise a brow. “What kinda of bet?”

“Ask her out.” He nods toward the end of the hall where Y/N is sitting on the grass, cross-legged and radiant under the sunlight like some goddess of spring. Sunoo snorts. “Bro, come on. You flirt with everyone but never date anyone. It’s getting weird.”

“I don’t date,” I say casually, watching her from behind my sunglasses. “Too boring.”

“More like too scared,” Niki taunts, tossing a chip into Heeseung’s drink. Heeseung laughs. “Exactly. He’s all bark, no commitment. You talk big, but the minute it gets real?”

Jay smirks. “You bail.”

I lean forward slowly, lips curving. “So what—you want me to prove it?”

Jake grins. “Yeah. Date her. Sunshine girl.”

“Y/N,” Jungwon says, grinning. “Campus sweetheart. The one no one’s touched. Bet she’s the only girl immune to your shit.”

They think it’s a joke. They don’t know I’ve been watching her for weeks. They don’t know I already memorized her schedule. They don’t know I wake up thinking about her laugh and go to sleep picturing her name written in my handwriting. They think this is about a dare. It’s not.

“Fine,” I say, standing. “Watch and learn.”

I brush invisible dust from my jacket and walk over, the mask slipping on effortlessly—smirk, swagger, confidence dripping like poison.

Y/N’s POV

The sun is warm on my skin. My friends are talking about something—fashion? parties? I don’t know. I’m not listening. I’m thinking about the way Sunghoon looked at me in the cafeteria. I’ve replayed it a thousand times. His gaze. His smirk. The way he looked away like he had control.

He doesn’t.

He’s mine.

“Hey.”

I look up and blink like I’m surprised. Sunghoon’s standing there, casual and cocky, with that grin that makes girls stupid. “Hi,” I say, voice light, sweet, perfect. “What’s up?”

“Just thought I’d come say hi. You looked lonely.”

I tilt my head. “I’m literally surrounded by people.”

He shrugs. “Still looked lonely.”

My heart pounds, but I keep the smile on. Because this is new. This is unexpected. He’s never spoken to me like this. Not directly. Not this close. I thought I’d have to chase him forever. But maybe the universe finally understood. Maybe he’s starting to see it, too. That we belong together. That no one else fits like we do.

“Wanna get coffee sometime?” he asks, like it’s no big deal.

I blink. “Like… a date?”

He grins. “If you want it to be.”

I pretend to hesitate. Twirl my hair. Bite my lip. Inside, I’m screaming.

“Sure,” I say finally. “Why not?”

He winks. “Cool. I’ll text you.”

He walks off like it means nothing. But to me?

It means everything. Finally, he’s mine.

And he doesn’t even know it yet.

Y/N’s POV

I stood in front of my mirror for two hours.

Not to be pretty—
I’m always pretty.
But to look the exact kind of pretty he would like.

Soft curls. Subtle gloss. Innocent dress that still clings in the right places. The kind of look that says: I’ve never hurt anything in my life. My friends squealed when I told them he asked me out. “Sunghoon? Really? He never dates anyone!”
I smiled and nodded like I was surprised, like I hadn’t already mapped out our entire future on my bedroom wall. This is my first real moment with him. And I need to be perfect.

Sunghoon’s POV

The coffee shop is warm, dimly lit, and half-empty. The kind of place you take someone you’re trying to impress without looking like you’re trying. Y/N sits across from me, fingers around her cup, smiling like she belongs in a goddamn toothpaste commercial.

And she laughs at everything. Like I’m the funniest guy alive. I flirt. She blushes. I lean in. She twirls her hair. Textbook stuff. Too textbook. For a second, I pause.

She’s sweet. Sweet as sugar. Too sweet. Her answers are always right. Always soft. Always… curated. Like she’s studied me. But I brush the thought off. It’s probably just my ego. Not everyone’s hiding something, right?

Right?

Still… her smile doesn’t crack once. And it’s the kind of smile you have to practice. The night ends with her walking beside me, clutching a warm drink, talking about something soft—childhood pets, or favorite colors, or dreams. I barely register it. I’m watching her.

She looks up at me under her lashes. “This was fun.”

I smirk. “Yeah. I’ll admit… you’re not what I expected.”

She tilts her head. “What were you expecting?” I don’t answer. Because I don’t know. And maybe that’s the problem. I walk her to her dorm. She thanks me like a sweet girl should. And as she turns to go, she gives me a smile. Not just any smile. The kind that doesn’t reach her eyes. The kind that feels like a promise. Too perfect. Too polished. Too… intentional. But I don’t stop her.

“Goodnight, Sunghoon,” she says, voice dipped in honey.

“Night, sunshine,” I reply, and watch her go.

I walk home alone. The streets are quiet. Cool breeze. No one around. But something feels off. A prickling at the back of my neck. The kind of sensation you get when someone’s eyes are on you. I stop once. Look around. Nothing. Just dark windows and swaying trees. I shake it off. Keep walking. Another block. Another glance. Still nothing. My pulse is a little faster now, but I won’t admit that. I’m not the paranoid type. It’s probably nothing. It’s probably just my mind. Probably.

Smile for me .☘︎ ݁˖

Y/N’s POV

I close the door behind me, slow and deliberate, careful not to disturb the stillness. My heart is still racing. Not from nerves. From bliss. Tonight was everything I dreamed of. He laughed. He looked at me like I was worth something. He walked me home like he cared. I twirl once in my room, dress swaying around my knees. If someone saw me now, they’d think I was just another girl with a harmless crush.

But my room is still dark.
Still covered.

Still his.

I flick on the lamp and smile at the walls. The photos greet me like old friends. Every version of him—laughing, serious, tired, messy, beautiful. I slip off my shoes, humming softly, and walk to the corner near my bed. The shrine. That’s what I call it. That’s what it is.

Carefully, I unzip my bag. Inside is the newest treasure. A fresh photo. Crisp. Taken just ten minutes ago. Sunghoon walking alone beneath a streetlight, hands in his pockets, shadow stretching long behind him. His head slightly turned, like he knew something wasn’t right.

Like he felt it.

I smile at the picture. The focus is perfect. The light hits him just right. He looks… vulnerable. I pin it to the wall, right beneath one labeled “sleeping in the library.” This one’s better. This one’s real. And underneath it, in my messy red scrawl, I write one word:

mine.

Then I step back and admire it. Everything is going exactly as planned.

Sunghoon’s POV

I sip my coffee, pretending I’m not thinking about her. But it’s hard to ignore the feeling gnawing at me. Like someone’s been watching me. Following me. The thought sits in the back of my mind, but I push it away.

“Dude, you okay?” Jake asks, leaning across the table, eyes narrowing at me. “You’ve been acting weird since last night.”

I shrug it off. “I’m fine. Just tired.”

He looks unconvinced but drops it, turning back to his drink. The usual group of idiots chat around me, half-listening, half-laughing. I’m not really hearing any of it.

Because I’m feeling it now. This sense that something’s wrong. Something’s off. The café worker glances at me as she refills our drinks. I’ve seen her before, I’m sure of it. But… where? She looks familiar. Not in a “I’ve seen you on campus” kind of way. But in a way that makes my skin crawl a little. I try to ignore it. Probably nothing.

"Sunghoon," Niki says, tapping me on the shoulder. "Did you hear me?"

I blink. "What?"

"Focus, man," he grins. "You were spacing out. We’re talking about the arcade later. You in?"

“Yeah,” I say absently, my mind still swirling. The arcade… That’s where I saw her again. Her. The girl with the dark eyes who looked too familiar. She was standing there, at the entrance. Watching. No. She wasn’t watching me. She was waiting. My heart skips a beat. No one else seems to notice. But I felt it. Her eyes on me. She was there. I’m sure of it. But then I shake it off. It’s just my mind playing tricks. I’ve been stressed lately. Not sleeping well. It’s just paranoia. Right?

The flashing lights are too bright. The clinking sounds of coins, the kids screaming in excitement, the buzz of a pinball machine. But none of it feels right. I can’t focus. The others are busy playing, but I’m still staring at that corner. The same corner where she was standing before. She’s gone now. But I can’t shake the feeling that she’s still here. Somewhere.

“Sunghoon!” Heeseung calls. “What’s going on with you? You’re acting weird. Again.”

“Nothing.” I try to smile, but it feels forced.

They all laugh, none of them noticing the creeping paranoia. The way I’m starting to feel like a victim of something I can’t explain. Like my own life is slipping away, one careful, calculated move at a time. And I’m starting to wonder if I’m being followed. And if I am—who is doing it. I’m walking home alone. The streets are quieter than usual. I keep glancing over my shoulder, half-expecting to see something. Someone. My stomach churns with unease. No one’s around. It’s late. Empty.
And I keep hearing footsteps behind me. I stop. I turn around, nothing.Just the distant hum of a streetlight.

But that feeling is still there. The hairs on the back of my neck stand up. Someone is watching me. I can feel it. But I don’t see anyone. Not yet.

Red Flags & Broken Ribs .☘︎ ݁˖

Y/N’s POV

The cafeteria hums with the usual noise. The chatter. The clinking trays. I sit with my friends, talking about nothing. The usual. But the whole time, my gaze is fixed on one thing: him.
Sunghoon. The heartthrob of the campus. Laughing with his friends. Smiling like nothing could go wrong. And yet, I feel it. That sense of ownership tightening in my chest. They all tease us. Jake, Sunoo, and the others all wink, nudging him about our date.

“Sunghoon’s got a thing for the sunshine girl, huh?” Jake grins, nudging Sunghoon with his elbow.

I smile softly, pretending to blush, feeling everyone’s eyes on me. I’m sweet. I’m innocent. That’s what they think. But under the surface, it’s all mine. Sunghoon doesn’t know it yet, but he’s already claimed. And I’m the one who will break him. But as I’m talking, I feel something shift. Someone’s walking towards him. A girl. She’s smiling too much. Laughing too loud. And she’s moving right for him. I watch as she walks straight up to his table, too confident, too eager. And in that moment, everything inside me turns cold. My grip tightens on my fork. My knuckles turning white. I hear the slight crack as I grip it just a bit too hard. They don’t notice. No one notices.

But I do.

Mine. The word pulses in my mind. And I smirk, a twisted curve to my lips. “Guess another pair of ribs to break.” she thought.

I can’t help it. I can’t let anyone else have him. Not even for a second. I shift my gaze to Sunghoon. He’s still laughing, still smiling. She’s leaning in, brushing her hair over her shoulder in that way girls do when they want attention. But Sunghoon? He’s giving it to her. The idiot. Flirting. Smiling. Too much eye contact. And he knows what he’s doing. But he doesn’t see what’s coming. He never will.

Sunghoon’s POV

I’m laughing at something Jake just said, rolling my eyes. Then I feel it. The sharp sting of someone’s eyes boring into me. I turn, casually, catching the flash of a girl coming toward my table. She’s cute. I don’t even know her name, but her smile is too bright. Too eager. Perfectly fake. And that’s the way I like it. The chase. The thrill.

“Hey, Sunghoon,” she says, voice all sugar and sweetness. “I was wondering if you’d like to… I don’t know, get dinner sometime?” She bites her lip, leaning in just enough to make it look like it’s innocent. Classic. I can play this game.

“Maybe,” I say, leaning back in my chair, crossing my arms. “I’m not into dinner, but I’m always down for a little fun.”

I see Y/N in my peripheral vision. Her friends are still teasing her, oblivious, just like everyone else. But Y/N? She’s watching me. I catch her for a split second. Her eyes? They’re darker than usual. But it’s gone before I can register it. A flicker.
She’s still smiling, of course. The same sweet, innocent smile that never seems to reach her eyes.

The girl in front of me blushes, laughing softly, a little too loud.
“I’d love that,” she says, her hand brushing my arm. I can’t help but lean closer. “I’m free tonight, if you want. Call me.”

Her eyes sparkle, thrilled. I turn my attention back to Y/N. The one I should be paying attention to. But for some reason, I don’t. I’m too focused on the game, the girl in front of me, and the fun I can have. She’s watching me. And for a moment, I think I see something in her eyes. Something… darker. But I shrug it off. It’s nothing.

Y/N’s POV

The moment passes. The smile doesn’t slip from my face, but everything inside me is roiling. Sunghoon flirts like it’s second nature. He’s playing the game. But I know him better than that. I’m going to break him. Slowly. He won’t even know it’s happening. But as I smile and laugh with my friends, I feel it. The darkness inside me wrapping tighter, pulling me closer to the inevitable.

And I’ll be waiting for the moment he slips.
Because I’m the one who controls this.

Sunghoon’s POV

The afternoon sunlight is soft, casting long shadows over the campus. I don’t really know what I’m doing here. I wasn’t planning on following her, but somehow, I’m standing in front of her, leaning casually against the wall as she walks past.

She freezes. Turns. A little too slowly.

“Hey, Y/N,” I call, flashing that usual playful grin. “Got any plans for tonight?”

She blinks at me, her eyes soft, as if she’s surprised I’m even talking to her. But she’s quick to recover, letting a smile creep onto her lips. "Not really. Why?" Her voice is that perfect, sweet tone I’ve come to expect from her.

“Thought maybe you’d want to watch a movie at my place. Could be fun.” I lean a little closer. “I don’t bite, sunshine,” I add with a wink, because I know how to make it sound playful. And she loves the attention. For a moment, there’s a flicker in her eyes, like she’s debating something. But then it fades, and she pouts, crossing her arms over her chest. “Oh, you want me to come over, huh?” She tilts her head, the sadness in her eyes almost too genuine.

“But I’m sure you’d rather hang out with the girl you were flirting with earlier, right? You were all smiles and sweet talk with her.” She says it so innocently, but her tone is just a touch too pointed. My stomach drops.

She knows exactly how to make me feel guilty. But I play it cool, shrugging like it doesn’t matter. “Come on, Y/N. She’s just part of the game. You should know that by now.” I chuckle, but it sounds a little hollow even to me. “You’re different. You know you’re just fun, but I need someone to keep me entertained for a while. That’s it.”

Her eyes darken for just a split second, but it’s so quick, no one else notices. She looks down at the ground, pouting harder. “Oh, I see. Just a game, huh?”

I can’t lie. There’s a part of me that feels guilty for a moment. But it’s her fault. She’s the one who can’t take the hint. She agreed, so she should know her place.

“I’ll let it go,” she says with a soft sigh, finally meeting my gaze again. “I guess I’ll just let it go.” Her words hang in the air, and I almost don’t catch it—almost. She smiles. It’s a little too wide, a little too fake, and that’s when I realize. She’s not just playing innocent. She’s playing me.

Y/N’s POV

As soon as Sunghoon walks away, I smile to myself. It worked. It always works. He’s just a game to me, after all. But he’s my game. I know exactly what he wants: to feel in control. He thinks I’m a toy. A pretty little thing he can flirt with when he’s bored. But he doesn’t know—he doesn’t have to know—what’s really going on. Tonight, I’m going to make sure he understands. But first…I have a little situation to deal with.

Sunghoon’s POV

Later that night, I’m at home, waiting. I know she’s coming. I can feel it. She’s going to walk in here like she owns the place. Like she always does. And that’s fine. That’s how it goes. She’ll sit next to me, we’ll watch a movie, and things will go back to normal. Maybe.

But I get a text. I’m expecting it to be Y/N. But it’s not. It’s a random number. No name. A picture of the girl from earlier. The one who made me smile a little too much, the one I flirted with. I’m about to ignore it, thinking it’s just someone trying to mess with me.

But then I see the message: You really think you can just move on, huh?

It’s followed by another message: You’re mine. Watch your back Sunghoon, before it’s too late.

I don’t know why, but the text unsettles me. My heart skips a beat. And for a moment, I feel like the world is closing in on me. I hear a knock at the door. I breathe out a slow breath. It’s just Y/N. I’ll deal with whatever this is later.

Y/N’s POV

I know he’ll be waiting for me. He always does. But I have a few things to do first. I stand outside the girl’s dorm. She’s probably inside, spilling to her friends how Sunghoon’s flirted with her. It makes me sick. The idea of her being near him. The idea of her thinking she can just waltz into his life. I knock on her door. She answers quickly, probably too quickly. She’s expecting someone. I know it’s not a surprise. She’s seen me around. She knows exactly who I am. And she knows I’m not here to talk.

“Can I help you?” she asks, smiling too sweetly, but I see the nervousness in her eyes. She knows something’s off. She should.

“I just wanted to talk.” I smile back, slow and calm. “About Sunghoon.” Her eyes flicker with panic. Just for a second. I don’t miss it. Before she can say anything, I step inside. Close the door behind me. And I lock it. I walk slowly toward her, my heels clicking on the floor.

“See,” I say, my voice turning dark, “you don’t understand, do you?” She’s shaking now, backing up into the corner. She’s scared, and that’s exactly what I want. “You think you can just play games with him. Get him to look your way. But you’re wrong.” Her lips tremble, but she doesn’t say anything. “Here’s the thing,” I continue, voice soft as silk. “You’re not worth his time. You never were.” I reach out slowly, taking her chin in my hand, forcing her to look me in the eyes. And I whisper, “You’re nothing but a distraction.” I’m not done yet.

Two Can Play .☘︎ ݁˖

Y/N’s POV

His room smells like cologne and sin. We sit close on the couch, a movie playing on the screen—but neither of us are watching it. It’s just noise. Background. The real tension hums between us, electric and slow burning. He shifts closer, arm brushing mine. His hand finds my thigh, warm and sure. A classic player move. I don’t flinch. Instead, I tilt my head, eyes wide, voice soft. “Sunghoon… we shouldn’t…” He leans in, lips inches from mine, smirking like the devil he is. “You sure, sunshine?”

I bite my lip. Not because I’m nervous. But because I know what he wants. I know how to play.

“Y-Yeah,” I whisper, barely audible. “You said I was just… for fun, right?”

His smile deepens, darkens, but he pulls away—barely.
That’s his game. Push and pull. Hot and cold. He feeds off reactions. Off the control. And I give it to him. Because I know how to give just enough. For the rest of the movie, I keep close. Let my shoulder touch his. Let him think I’m melting. I laugh when he makes comments. I lean in. I flutter my lashes. But deep down, I’m still reeling from what I did.

Earlier That Night

She begged.

That pathetic little girl—the one who dared to touch him—Lay curled on the ground behind the dorms. Gasping. Bleeding. Her ribs snapped like twigs under my knee. One. Two. Three. She screamed. Of course she did. Told me she didn’t mean anything by it. That she didn’t know. That she didn’t realize he was mine. I smiled as I leaned down, grabbing her face.

“You stay the fuck away from him,” I whispered.
“Or next time, it won’t just be your ribs.”

She nodded. Barely conscious. Good girl.

Sunghoon’s POV

She pulls away right before the credits roll.

“I should go,” she says sweetly, fixing her skirt, pretending to check her phone. “Dorm curfew.” I know she’s lying. But I don’t stop her.

“Next time,” I say with a smirk, walking her to the door.

She looks back at me, soft and slow.
“Sure. Next time.”

And then she’s gone. I don’t move right away. Just stare at the door she disappeared through. The silence wraps around me.

And then���

I exhale.
And smile.
That charming, flirty boy they all see?
Gone. I walk to the back of my dorm. To the door no one knows exists. I push it open. The light’s already on.

And inside? A wall—floor to ceiling—covered in her.

Y/N.

Photos. Clippings. Stolen selfies. Screenshots of her stories. Her smile in class. Her walking across campus. Her crying once—god, she was beautiful when she cried. Strings connect everything. A map of her. Her schedule. Her routes. Her friends. Her moods. This is my real room. This is where I watch. I step closer to a fresh polaroid. Her at lunch, laughing. The same moment I’d caught her smirking earlier. There’s something different in her eyes. Something that doesn’t match the act she puts on. I stare at it. At her.

“You’re good,” I whisper, smiling.

“But I’m better.”

The Gossip .☘︎ ݁˖

It was a typical afternoon in the cafeteria, the kind where the buzz of chatter filled the air as students laughed and exchanged stories. Sunghoon sat with his friends, as he often did, the group effortlessly occupying the best corner of the cafeteria. Jake, Heeseung, Sunoo, Jay, Niki, and Jungwon—each of them spoke with the same air of arrogance and charm that Sunghoon wore so effortlessly. They were a tight-knit group, but today, their usual banter was punctuated by something more serious. Jake leaned forward, his voice low, almost as if he was telling a secret. “Did you hear about the girl who got sent to the hospital? Apparently, her ribs were broken. It’s bad, guys—really bad.”

Sunghoon didn’t even need to look up to know they were talking about the incident that had made waves on campus. It had been circulating like wildfire. A girl, once known for being one of the more popular students in their campus, had been found in a hospital bed, bruised and battered. No one knew what happened—just that it was bad. She had been in and out of consciousness, and the rumors only fueled the curiosity. Jay was the first to speak up, his expression a mix of disbelief and fascination. “Who did that to her? They said her whole body was a mess, like someone had really gone at her. No one knows for sure, but it’s like a warning, you know?”

Sunghoon’s eyes flickered up, scanning the table. The others were sharing stories, throwing out possible suspects—some even joked about it, pretending to be detectives—but Sunghoon was eerily quiet. His mind was already elsewhere.

“That girl… the one who’s in the hospital?” Heeseung’s voice trailed off, his eyes narrowing with concern. “Does anyone know who could’ve done something like that?”

The conversation seemed to hang in the air, thick with tension. Sunghoon’s gaze drifted absently to the far side of the cafeteria, his eyes zeroing in on Y/N. She was sitting at a table near the windows, her usual bright demeanor in place, chatting with her friends. But to Sunghoon, it was like he was staring through her. There was an unsettling sense of clarity that hit him like a punch to the gut.

He hadn’t planned on it, but as if drawn by an invisible force, his eyes locked onto hers. For a moment, their gazes collided across the crowded room. Y/N’s lips didn’t twitch, her expression still as sweet as ever—but there was something about the way she didn’t look away, something chilling in her composure. She knew. She knew he was staring at her, and for a brief moment, it felt like the entire room fell away. No one else existed. It was just him and her. Sunghoon’s pulse quickened, and his friends kept talking, but his attention was entirely on Y/N. There was a strange, unspoken energy between them—like she was daring him to do something. To ask. To figure it out.

He didn't even realize he had stood up until Jake’s voice broke through his thoughts. “Hey, you alright, man?”

Sunghoon blinked, shaking his head, trying to clear the fog in his mind. "Yeah," he muttered, his eyes still fixed on her. "I’m fine."

But he wasn’t. His heart thudded in his chest as Y/N slowly turned her gaze away, breaking the stare. She didn’t flinch, didn’t make any sudden movements—just a casual glance down at her phone, like nothing had happened. But Sunghoon felt it. A cold, unsettling presence radiating off her. The way she carried herself, how easily she hid her darkness under that perfect, innocent smile—it unnerved him. Sunghoon’s thoughts raced. The gossip about the girl in the hospital? The broken ribs? He couldn't shake the feeling that somehow, it was connected to Y/N. Her sudden distance, her eerie calmness in the face of chaos—it all made sense now. She was hiding something, and Sunghoon was certain he wasn’t the only one who was starting to notice.

"She's not what she seems," Jungwon muttered, noticing Sunghoon’s lingering gaze.

The words hit harder than Sunghoon expected. Not what she seems.

In that moment, it felt like the universe was playing some sick game with him. Y/N had always been the bright, bubbly girl, the campus sunshine, but now... she felt like something far more dangerous. And Sunghoon couldn’t look away. He had to know. He had to understand what had happened to that girl. And why it felt like he was drawn into this twisted, dark web Y/N had spun.

Y/N's POV

On the other side of the cafeteria, Y/N sat with her friends, pretending to listen to their chatter. But her thoughts were elsewhere, her attention split. She had felt Sunghoon’s eyes on her the moment she entered the room. She could feel the weight of his gaze, even before she looked up.

And when their eyes locked? A thrill ran down her spine—something about it felt too familiar. She didn’t turn away immediately, knowing that he was waiting for her to do so. She didn’t give him that satisfaction.

But it wasn’t just that—there was a strange undercurrent in the air, something darker. She knew Sunghoon was playing some game with her. But now? Now it was something else. She wasn’t the only one with secrets anymore. Y/N’s grip tightened around her phone. The girl in the hospital? The one who was bruised and broken? She was herdoing. Y/N had always been careful, keeping the darkness hidden behind her smile, behind the façade of the perfect girl. But that girl? She had pushed Y/N too far, and now, she was paying the price. Y/N knew what it felt like to push someone to the edge—and she knew exactly how to break them. She just never thought Sunghoon would start looking so closely.

The Letter .☘︎ ݁˖

Y/N had barely slept the night before. The strange feeling of being watched still lingered in the back of her mind. She tried to push it away, convincing herself that she was just being paranoid. But when she entered her dorm room that morning, something was off. It wasn’t the usual mess of textbooks and scattered clothes. No, this time there was a distinct stillness in the air. The faint scent of something foreign. A subtle chill that made her spine straighten.

She glanced around, eyes scanning every corner of the room. Nothing out of place. But then her gaze landed on her desk. Her heart skipped a beat. There, resting on top of her journal, was an envelope. It wasn’t hers. It was unmarked, the paper pristine and cold against the wood of her desk. Her breath caught in her throat.

Without touching it, Y/N reached for the closest thing she could find—a pencil, her hands trembling as she carefully slid it beneath the envelope to lift it. She held it in front of her, inspecting it. Nothing, not a single identifying mark. She swallowed hard and pulled the letter from its confines, her fingers itching to read it, yet her mind screaming for her not to.

The words hit her like a slap across the face:

"I know you did it."

The blood drained from her face, and for a moment, the room seemed to close in on her. Her vision blurred as she stared at the simple sentence, each word like a heavy weight pushing down on her chest.

Did what?

Her pulse was deafening in her ears. Who could have—who would have—left this? And how did they know? Y/N’s hands clenched into fists around the letter, her knuckles turning white. She paced the room, a storm of thoughts clouding her mind. Could it be Sunghoon? He had to know. There was no one else who could have figured it out. Could he have known about the girl in the hospital? The one Y/N had... taken care of? That girl had crossed a line, and Y/N had made sure she paid the price. But why would someone write this now? Why would someone confront her like this? Her breath quickened. There was no sign of a return address, no clue as to who might have sent it. But whoever it was, they knew. They knew about the incident. They knew about the violence that lurked beneath her sweet, innocent surface.

Suddenly, her phone buzzed. The sudden noise almost made her jump out of her skin. She glanced at the screen. She glanced down at the screen, her heart still racing. The message was from Sunghoon.

"You’ve got something of mine."
Y/N felt her breath catch, but then she read the second part:
"My jacket, silly. You borrowed it from my place that night."

The relief washed over her in a sudden, unexpected rush. It was just a misunderstanding. Just Sunghoon being his usual playful self. He was so casual, so innocent. He didn’t know anything about the letter—or about that incident. It was just a jacket, nothing more.

Y/N chuckled under her breath, her heart slowing down as she took in the message. That’s Sunghoon for you. Always making things seem lighter than they were, as if the weight of everything could be shrugged off with a joke. She let out a sigh, her body relaxing as she typed back quickly.

"Ah, right! I forgot about that. I’ll bring it by later."

She hit send, almost laughing at how much her mind had run wild. Get a grip, Y/N. It was just a jacket. It had nothing to do with the girl in the hospital. It had nothing to do with the letter. It was just Sunghoon being Sunghoon.

But even as the relief settled in, something gnawed at the back of her mind. Why had the letter come now? Who had left it? And how could they have known?

Still, she pushed those thoughts aside. For now, she could pretend everything was fine. For now, she could keep playing the part of the sweet, innocent girl—the girl who wasn’t hiding anything at all.

Sunghoon’s POV

As Y/N sent the message back, a smile tugged at Sunghoon’s lips. He knew exactly what she was thinking. She was probably nervous, imagining all sorts of things. He liked that—liked the control he had over her, the way she would sometimes get tangled in her own thoughts. But something about the way she responded felt... too calm. Almost too perfect. Sunghoon put his phone down, a thought lingering in his mind. He hadn't meant to make her paranoid. But maybe that was the point. Maybe it was time to test how far he could push her—see just how much of her darkness was hiding behind that perfect smile.

Y/N had decided to do the right thing—return the jacket to Sunghoon. He was playful, charming, and she liked to believe that his messages had been nothing more than him being his usual, teasing self. She told herself there was no harm in stopping by his dorm for a quick drop-off. It would clear the air, and maybe she could get a bit more of a sense of where she stood with him.

Sunghoon’s dorm was what you'd expect—clean, tidy, but with that signature feeling of someone who didn’t really care about the space. It was a little more lived in than most dorms, with papers strewn across his desk and his bed half-made. As Y/N stood there, she couldn’t help but think about how different his space was compared to hers. His confidence seemed to ooze from every corner, every misplaced book, every random hoodie lying around.

She glanced at the jacket in her hands, letting out a breath. This was a simple, innocent thing. Just returning the jacket. No big deal. Yet, as she made her way toward the door to his room, she noticed something strange at the end of the hallway. A door. It wasn't like the others in the dorm, the usual white, sterile doors. This one was older, with chipped paint, almost like it had been tucked away and forgotten.

Y/N's curiosity piqued. She’d been to Sunghoon's dorm a once, but she’d never seen this door before. It was slightly ajar, like it was inviting her in. She could feel the tug of something dark, something she couldn’t name, but it pulled her closer.

Her feet moved without thinking, and before she realized what she was doing, she was standing in front of it. The door felt wrong. It was too quiet, too hidden, like it was a secret Sunghoon had kept from everyone—like it was a place no one was supposed to know about. Y/N reached for the door handle, her hand hovering just above it, her heart beating loudly in her chest. But before she could touch it, a voice came from behind her, smooth and teasing, but with a tinge of something darker.

“Looking for something, sunshine?”

Y/N froze, her pulse jumping in her throat. She turned, her eyes meeting Sunghoon’s, who was leaning casually against the doorframe, his signature smirk playing on his lips. There was a strange gleam in his eyes—like he already knew what she was doing. She swallowed hard, trying to mask her surprise. “Ah, just coming to return your jacket,” she said, her voice too light, too carefree. She quickly tried to smile, but it felt forced, her thoughts still caught on the strange door.

Sunghoon took a step closer, his eyes flickering from her face to the door behind her. “You’re a terrible liar, you know that?”

Y/N nervously laughed, trying to play it off. She didn’t want to seem too suspicious, but the air between them had changed. The playful, teasing Sunghoon she was used to now felt a little more... calculated. A little more dangerous. Her eyes kept darting toward the door, despite her best efforts to focus on him. Sunghoon noticed, his smirk deepening as he stepped forward, blocking her view of the door entirely.

“Don’t go poking around in places you shouldn’t,” he said, his tone suddenly lighter, but with a sharp edge to it. “You’ve returned the jacket, and that’s all you came for, right?”

Y/N tried to laugh again, but the unease was bubbling up inside her. Sunghoon was standing just a little too close now, the warmth of his presence almost overwhelming.

“Yeah, of course,” she said quickly, feeling her heart race. “I was just about to leave it here. No need for me to—”

But before she could finish, her eyes caught a glimpse of the door once more, just a sliver of what was hidden behind it. It was enough to stop her in her tracks.

The walls behind the door were plastered with photographs. Hundreds of them. The room was dark, she tried to see what was inside but failed it was too dark. Sunghoon, noticing her distraction, moved quickly to block her view, his eyes locking onto hers. “Don’t make me say it again, Y/N.” His voice was still smooth, but there was an undertone of something darker, more commanding. “There’s nothing you need to see in there.”

His body pressed just a little closer to hers, and for the first time, Y/N felt a coldness radiating off him. He was holding something back—something important—and she was too close. Too close to seeing too much.

"Let’s not make things complicated, okay?" he said, the smile still plastered on his face, but now it felt forced, almost too perfect. He wasn’t the playful Sunghoon she knew anymore. Her heart raced, and she could feel the walls closing in around her. She had almost seen it all. As Sunghoon took a small step back, still blocking the door, Y/N couldn’t shake the feeling that something had shifted between them. Something she couldn’t name, but something that was about to break wide open.

Sunghoon’s POV

After Y/N left, Sunghoon remained standing in the hallway, staring at the spot where she’d stood moments ago. His lips curled into a slow, satisfied smirk as he watched her walk away, the door clicking shut behind her. The moment she was gone, the facade faded. The playful, charming Sunghoon disappeared, leaving only the shadow of the man who had been waiting for this. Slowly, he turned and walked back toward the door, the weight of what he’d hidden behind it pressing down on him like an unspoken promise.

He slipped into the dimly lit room, the smell of stale air and the metallic scent of something unsettling lingering in the atmosphere. As he closed the door behind him, he moved to the wall, where the photographs of Y/N were plastered.

His eyes scanned them slowly, lovingly, as though they were pieces of a puzzle he had been piecing together for months—no, years. His fingers brushed the edges of the pictures gently, almost reverently, caressing the faces, the moments of her life he had captured without her knowing. A soft, almost possessive sigh escaped his lips as he traced the red words that covered every inch of her face, each picture speaking to him in a language only he understood.

Mine.

He whispered it to himself, his voice low, hypnotic, as his thumb ran over the sharp, red letters. He could almost feel her in these images—her innocence, her light, her brightness that he had to dim, that he had to make his. He leaned in closer, inhaling the scent of the photos as if they were a drug, his mind whirling with thoughts too dark to express. A laugh escaped his lips, quiet and cold, as he let his fingers press harder against the paper, crushing it against the wall.

"Mine, sunshine," he whispered, his voice thick with hunger, with obsession. "Mine to keep... mine to ruin."

His eyes darkened as the smirk deepened, a shadow crossing his face. She thought she could walk away, that she could stay in control. But she was already his, and soon, she’d understand that. She’d understand that every move she made, every step she took, led her closer to him.

The room around him felt like it was closing in, the walls pressing in with the weight of his obsession. Every inch of this space was a part of him now, a part of the game he was playing—one she didn't even know she was part of yet. And the game was just beginning.

Y/N’s POV

Back in her dorm, the quiet of the room was deafening. Y/N stood motionless, her body frozen in place, her gaze fixed on the wall in front of her. Her breathing was shallow, her heart hammering in her chest.

It had been a long day, but something in the air felt different now. She had barely even realized when she’d walked into her room—her mind too clouded by the interaction with Sunghoon and the strange weight of the photo she had seen earlier in his dorm. It was oddly familiar, as if it was her in those pictures.

But as her eyes roamed the room, the dread settled over her like a suffocating fog. The wall in front of her was filled with photographs of Sunghoon. Every single photo was of him—at school, at practice, in the courtyard, caught off guard, eyes locked with the camera, sometimes smiling, sometimes lost in thought, sometimes unaware. The photos were all pinned to the wall, covering it in a disturbing collage. The red words scrawled across each one: Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.

The letters were bold, harsh, smeared across his face like a claim—an undeniable declaration of possession. Her mind spun as she took a few steps closer, the weight of the images pressing down on her chest like a suffocating force. Her breathing quickened, and her eyes darted across the room, scanning the wall, her fingers lightly brushing against the edges of a photo of Sunghoon standing in front of a classroom window, the sunlight casting shadows across his face. He looked... perfect. Too perfect. Too close.

And then there were more: the ones from the campus café, the ones from outside her dorm. Y/N’s breath caught in her throat as she took a step back, her mind racing. She had felt it before—her own growing obsession with him, her own quiet stalking. But this? This was different. This wasn’t just obsession. This was something else. Her fingers tightened around the photo, crumpling the edges as she stared at it. The connection she had with him—was it mutual? Had it always been like this? The thoughts were too much. The room felt like it was closing in on her, just as it had for Sunghoon, just as it had for both of them. The walls, the photos, the words—they all felt like a cage.

She wasn’t just obsessed with him. She wasn’t just playing at this game. She had crossed the line.

And now, there was no turning back. But she knew, deep down, that this was no longer just about Sunghoon. It was about the darkness that had taken root in both of them—the darkness they were both feeding into. And somewhere, buried in her mind, she realized it wasn’t just his obsession anymore.

It was hers too.

Twist of Fate .☘︎ ݁˖

The night had started out ordinary enough, with Sunghoon out with his friends at the campus bar, laughing and enjoying the usual banter. The usual crowd surrounded him: Jake, Heeseung, Sunoo, Jay, Niki, and Jungwon—carefree, loud, and easygoing.

But there was something about tonight, something that gnawed at him just beneath the surface.

As he leaned back in his seat, nursing his drink, his gaze flickered to the waitress behind the bar. She was walking toward their table, and for a split second, everything in the room seemed to slow. Her face. That face. He couldn’t place it, but it was too familiar. The curve of her jaw, the way she moved—it felt like he'd seen her before. No, it wasn’t just familiarity. She looked too familiar. Almost like a ghost, like a phantom he couldn't quite shake.

He shook his head, pushing the thought away. Maybe it was the alcohol—or maybe it was his mind playing tricks on him. He was tired, a little too caught up in his thoughts lately, and maybe his brain was conjuring things that weren’t really there. He took another swig of his drink. But that feeling stayed. Minutes later, after a few more drinks, something wasn’t right. The room around him felt like it was tilting, shifting unnaturally. He felt dizzy, like the air had thickened, and his vision started to blur.

He excused himself from the table, murmuring something about heading back to his dorm. His friends barely noticed. They were too busy with their own chatter, as always. His steps faltered as he made his way outside. The cold air hit him like a slap in the face, but it did nothing to clear the fog in his mind. The world around him seemed off balance, colors smearing together in a kaleidoscope of disorientation. He needed to get back to his dorm. He needed to sleep this off.

A yellow cab rolled up beside him, its headlights cutting through the foggy night. He didn’t think twice before opening the door, slumping into the back seat. He wasn’t in the mood for the usual awkward small talk with the driver, and honestly, he didn’t even care who it was at this point. All he wanted was to be home.

As the cab drove off, his vision faded further, his mind clouded. His head felt heavy, like he couldn’t quite hold it up anymore. He blinked slowly, trying to focus on the world outside the window, but it was all just a blur.

But then something caught his eye—the driver’s reflection in the rearview mirror.

A flicker of recognition.

The figure behind the wheel... it was too familiar.

He squinted, his heart picking up a beat. The dark hair. The posture. The eyes that seemed to gleam with something he couldn’t place. His mouth went dry. No. It couldn’t be. The car swerved slightly, and Sunghoon's vision finally gave way to blackness. The last thing he saw, before everything went dark, was the faintest of smirks pulling at the corners of the driver’s lips.

It was her. Y/N.

Y/N’s POV

The cab slowed to a stop in front of a dimly lit building. Y/N looked into the rearview mirror, her eyes glinting with satisfaction as she observed the still figure in the backseat. Sunghoon was unconscious now, his body slumped against the seat, barely responsive.

She took a deep breath, the smirk on her face widening as the weight of her plan settled over her. Everything had gone exactly how she wanted it to.

Sunghoon was hers now.

The thought echoed in her mind as she finally put the car in park, the soft hum of the engine filling the silence. The night had gone just as she’d envisioned. She had watched him carefully, tracked him from the bar to the moment he had stepped into the cab. Everything had aligned perfectly. She leaned forward, her fingers brushing against the edge of the rearview mirror, her reflection staring back at her with a look of quiet satisfaction.

Sunghoon, with all his arrogance and charm, had no idea what was coming. He had no idea who he was really dealing with. She had played the part well—the sweet, innocent sunshine, the girl everyone adored, the one everyone thought was incapable of anything dark. But that was the perfect disguise.

Her fingers tightened around the steering wheel as her thoughts turned darker.

It wasn’t just about him anymore. It wasn’t just about the obsession, the games, the cat-and-mouse. She had crossed a line, and now, there was no going back.

Her voice, soft but filled with malice, broke the silence as she spoke to the unconscious Sunghoon, almost as if she were savoring the moment.

"Welcome to the game, Sunghoon," she whispered, the words heavy with promise. "Now, you’re mine."

The smirk on her lips deepened as she opened the door, stepping out of the car. This wasn’t just an obsession anymore—it was her control, her possession over him, just as he had once claimed to have over her.

Now, he would learn what it meant to be truly controlled.

The Unfamiliar Room .☘︎ ݁˖

Sunghoon’s eyes fluttered open, the bright, sterile light above him blurring as his head throbbed with pain. His vision was still hazy, his limbs heavy, as if the world was pressing down on him from all sides. He tried to lift his hand to his face but found his body uncooperative, a sense of disorientation washing over him. Where was he?

He blinked several times, struggling to focus. The room was cold, unsettlingly sterile—nothing like the warmth of his own dorm. The walls were lined with photographs, his photographs, each one capturing him in moments when he hadn’t even realized he was being watched. His breath hitched in his throat.

The images were haunting. There he was in the library, mid-laugh in the cafeteria, walking across campus at night, unaware of the camera following him. Some of them were blurry, hastily taken, but others were impossibly clear. They showed every detail—every flicker of his expression, every motion of his body. He couldn’t breathe. His body trembled as his eyes scanned the walls, the ceiling, the floor—his pictures were everywhere.

This wasn’t just a room. This was a trap.

A laugh echoed through the room, soft at first, but growing louder. It was familiar. A dark, twisted laugh that made his skin crawl. He turned, and there she was. Y/N. But not the Y/N he knew. Not the sunshine girl, the sweet, innocent campus darling. Her smile was gone, replaced with something darker—something twisted. The sweetness that had once defined her was now replaced by something far more sinister. Her eyes gleamed with an unsettling light, and the laugh that left her lips was nothing like the cheerful sound he had heard on campus. It was cold, empty, filled with a sickening malice. The laughter stopped abruptly. She tilted her head, her eyes narrowing at him as she took a step closer. The room felt suffocating, the air thick with something he couldn’t quite name.

“You’ve been a good little pawn in my game, Sunghoon,” Y/N said, her voice dripping with something darker. “You thought you were in control, didn’t you? You thought you were the one calling the shots, the one pulling the strings.” She laughed again, but this time it was bitter. “But you’re not. You never were. I’m the one who’s been playing you.”

Sunghoon’s heart raced as he tried to make sense of everything, but his mind felt like it was being twisted in knots. He tried to sit up, his body feeling heavier than ever, but he couldn’t escape the suffocating grip of the room. The photos of him, the images of his every move, mocked him, suffocated him.

He looked at her, his mouth dry, his eyes wide with shock. “W-What… What is this?” His voice was shaky, raw, the panic rising in his chest. “Y/N...”

But the person before him was no longer the girl he’d known. Her smile was gone, replaced by something far colder, more dangerous.

"You've been so predictable," she purred, stepping closer, her presence overpowering. "You thought you were the hunter, stalking me, controlling the game. But you were just a pawn, just like everyone else. I was always the one pulling the strings."

Sunghoon’s chest tightened as he tried to process her words. His mind screamed in protest, but the fog in his head made everything feel unreal, like he was sinking into something he couldn't escape from.

His throat tightened as his emotions boiled over. The weight of it all hit him at once—the manipulation, the stalking, the twisted game they were playing.

And then, a sob ripped from his chest. A gut-wrenching, broken sound that shook his entire body. Tears stung his eyes as he let his head fall into his hands. He couldn’t understand it—none of it made sense.

But as the sobs wracked his body, something inside him snapped.

Y/N’s cold hand gently cupped his face, her fingers trailing down his cheek with a tenderness that only made the moment more unsettling. Her thumb brushed against his skin, and for a brief second, it almost felt... comforting.

But Sunghoon’s sobs suddenly stopped. He raised his head, his eyes now gleaming with something far more unsettling—something that sent a chill down Y/N’s spine.

A low chuckle escaped his lips. He laughed. A deep, twisted laugh that sent shivers through the room, a laugh that was far too dark to be comforting. His eyes glinted with a manic light, and his lips curled into a twisted grin.

Y/N froze, her expression faltering for the first time. “What—what is this?” she whispered, confused by the sudden change in him.

Sunghoon’s laugh grew louder, more manic. “You think you’re the only one who’s been playing this game, Y/N?” His voice dropped to a whisper, filled with darkness and malice. “You think you’re the only one who’s been stalking, who’s been controlling? You’re wrong.”

Y/N’s blood ran cold as Sunghoon’s grin deepened. The truth hit her like a punch to the gut.

“I’ve been watching you, Y/N. Every step you’ve taken, every move you’ve made,” he whispered, his eyes locking onto hers with a predatory gleam. “I knew you’d slip up eventually. I knew you’d show me exactly who you are.”

Y/N took a step back, her breath catching in her throat. She couldn’t comprehend it. No. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go.

Sunghoon smirked, his eyes never leaving hers. “I’ve been in control this whole time. I’ve been the one pulling the strings.” He leaned in closer, his voice low and dark. “I knew what you were doing. I knew what you were after. And I let you. I let you think you were winning. But now, you see… you see who’s really been playing the game.”

Y/N’s chest tightened as his words echoed in her mind. She stepped back, suddenly realizing the truth of his words. Sunghoon wasn’t just a victim in this twisted game—he was just as dark, just as sick as she was.

His laugh filled the room again, and for a moment, everything felt like it was spiraling out of control.

“You’re mine now, sunshine,” Sunghoon whispered, his voice full of promise and something much darker. “Mine to break. Mine to ruin. Just like you’ve done to me.”

Sunghoon’s POV

The night air was thick, and the city lights blurred together as I sat there with my friends. The loud chatter and laughter around me felt distant, as though I were floating just outside of it. My mind was far away, lost in thoughts of her—the one I couldn't stop watching, no matter how hard I tried to focus on something else. The waitress came to refill my drink, and something caught my eye. Her. Y/N.

But this wasn’t just a passing glance. No. I could feel her presence even before I saw her. There was something in the way she moved, the subtle way she lingered around the edges of the room, as though she was waiting for something, or someone.

She was watching me. I knew it.

I casually glanced up, pretending to be engaged in the conversation with Jake. But I saw it then—the familiar flicker in her eyes as she quickly looked away. It was like a jolt through my body. She thought I didn’t know. She thought I didn’t see her. But I always saw her. I had been watching her for so long that it almost felt like second nature.

I let the conversation drag on for a few more moments before I made my move. I pretended to down the drink the waitress had given me, the bitter liquid burning as it slid down my throat. My head grew heavy almost immediately, the familiar sensation creeping up from the pit of my stomach.

It worked. I could feel it starting to cloud my thoughts, the edges of my vision going blurry, and I allowed myself to lose control, letting the world spin around me in a haze. I felt myself slump slightly, letting my body go limp as I ‘stumbled’ to my feet, giving the perfect excuse to leave.

"Guys, I’m not feeling too well," I muttered, forcing a weak smile as I excused myself. The moment I left the bar, I could already feel her eyes on me again. I smiled inwardly, knowing what she would do next.

I didn’t even need to look back to know she would follow me. She did. I waited outside for only a moment before the sound of a car approaching met my ears. A yellow cab rolled up, and without hesitation, I slid into the backseat. She was driving. Y/N. She had taken the bait. As soon as the door closed behind me, I let out a breath I’d been holding. My vision was still blurry, my head spinning, but I controlled my breathing. She was watching me through the rearview mirror, trying to gauge whether I was truly affected by the drink, but I saw it in her eyes—she thought I didn’t know.

The car started moving, and I faked it. I faked the disorientation, letting my body sway gently, my hands going limp at my sides as if I were losing consciousness. I felt her eyes on me the entire time. She thought I was weak, vulnerable—just like every other prey she’d stalked. But I wasn’t. I wasn’t weak.

Her gaze flickered to me, a small, satisfied smile tugging at the corners of her lips. She was playing her role perfectly. She thought she had outsmarted me. But she hadn’t.

As I “slipped into unconsciousness,” I made sure to keep my senses sharp. My ears tuned in to the sound of her breathing, the soft hum of the engine, and the way her hands gripped the wheel just a little too tightly. I waited for the moment when I would catch her off guard. It came when she made a sharp turn, the sudden motion throwing me forward slightly. In that split second, I opened my eyes—just a fraction—and saw her. She was watching me, her eyes scanning me carefully, trying to confirm if I was really out.

But I was already watching her back.

Her face froze for a moment as she saw the glint of my eyes meeting hers in the rearview mirror. It was a brief moment, barely a blink, but it was enough. Her breath caught in her throat. The facade she had so carefully crafted cracked just a little.

I didn’t let her see the grin spreading across my face.

She quickly looked away, her fingers tightening on the steering wheel, trying to regain control of the situation. I let the silence stretch between us, the tension thick and suffocating.

The night passed in a haze as we drove further and further from the city, and I could feel her trying to maintain the upper hand. But she was getting careless. I could see the cracks in her calm demeanor. She was trying too hard to hide it now.

And that’s when it hit me—she never knew I knew.

The irony was too delicious.

Y/N had been stalking me, watching me from the shadows, just as I had done to her. She thought she was the one in control, pulling the strings from the sidelines. But the entire time, I had been watching her—watching her as closely as she thought she was watching me. I knew exactly what she was doing. I knew everything. It was almost laughable.

I slowly allowed my body to go limp again, letting my head roll back as if I were completely unconscious. She would take the bait, pull into some secluded spot, and then—then I would see what she would do next.

I couldn't wait.

The game was mine. Always had been.

Y/N’s POV

Y/N glanced into the rearview mirror, watching Sunghoon carefully as the road stretched ahead. She thought she had him. He was out of it, drugged, completely unaware. She was finally going to take him, trap him in a way that made him hers—he would never know she was the one pulling the strings.

But as she caught his eyes through the mirror for a split second, her heart skipped a beat. Had he... had he seen her?

No. It couldn't be.

He was out cold, right?

But the flicker in his eyes—the brief, knowing look—made her breath hitch in her throat. She couldn’t believe it. Could he have known all along?

No. It’s impossible. She forced herself to focus on the road, trying to ignore the sudden wave of anxiety threatening to overtake her. No. She had everything under control. She just needed to finish the game.

He didn’t know. He couldn’t.

Or could he?

The Truth is Revealed .☘︎ ݁˖

The silence between them was suffocating, as thick as the tension hanging in the air. Both of them, locked in a quiet battle of wills, stared across the room at one another. The realization was dawning, the truth settling in like a weight on their chests. There was no hiding it anymore. Y/N looked at him, her gaze intense, unwavering. There was no pretending now. No more games. She had thought she was the one pulling the strings, but she could see the darkness in his eyes now—the same darkness she had been hiding all along.

Sunghoon didn’t break eye contact, a twisted smile curling at the corners of his lips. His eyes were like a storm, swirling with hunger, possessiveness, and something darker. Something real.

“We both know it now,” he said, his voice low, like a whisper meant only for her. “No more pretending, Y/N. No more games.”

Y/N felt a strange, sick satisfaction stir inside her. She knew it too. She had always known it deep down. She wasn’t the only one obsessed. They were both consumed by it. By each other. She opened her mouth, but no words came out. The truth—raw and ugly—was choking her. She wanted to deny it, to say that she could walk away, but deep down, she knew there was no escape. There would never be a way out. They were bound together by something darker than love, something more twisted, more dangerous.

The truth lingered like smoke in the air between them.

And then, in a flash, it all clicked.

He wasn’t the one who had been trapped. She had been the one stuck in his web. But she didn’t care anymore. She didn’t want to be saved. There was something intoxicating about the way he watched her, the way he claimed every inch of her without even touching her. It thrilled her, terrified her, and ruined her.

Sunghoon stood up slowly, his movements deliberate, as if every step was calculated. He was in control, even now. Even after everything. He walked toward her, and she didn’t move. She couldn’t.

“You wanted me, didn’t you?” His voice was low, seductive, but it held a dangerous edge. “You watched me. You followed me. You made me yours before you even knew it. But I was always watching you, Y/N. Always.”

His breath was warm against her ear now as he leaned in closer, his fingers brushing against her jawline. “And now we’re both trapped, aren’t we? Trapped in this... beautiful mess.”

Her heart raced, a sickening thrill running through her veins. She was trapped. And she didn’t want to leave. She wanted him. She needed him. But there was no way back now. No way out. Their world had become so tangled, so tangled in obsession, in control, in power, that there was no separating them. There was no walking away. There was only the madness they had created together. And as they stared at each other, the silence thickened.

Suddenly, a soft hum of music filled the space between them. The song Paparazzi by Lady Gaga blared from her phone, the eerie beat syncing perfectly with the pounding in her chest.

"I’m your biggest fan, I’ll follow you until you love me," the lyrics seemed to taunt her. The words were almost like a prophecy—their prophecy. They had both been obsessed, had both stalked and wanted something from the other. They had both become each other’s paparazzi.

“You’re my star now, Y/N,” Sunghoon murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. “I’ll never let you go. Never.”

Y/N smirked, the edges of her sanity slipping away. Her fingers traced the edge of his jaw, soft and light. But what if I don’t want to be let go? Her lips parted slightly, the words barely a whisper, but they were all that needed to be said: “I’m yours, Sunghoon. Always have been.” The music swelled louder, the haunting melody matching the chaos in their hearts.

“I’ll be your paparazzi," she said, her voice a dark promise, the thrill of it all consuming her. "I’ll follow you until you love me."

And just like that, the world outside them disappeared. There was nothing but each other—two souls, twisted and bound together by obsession. No boundaries. No lines. Just madness, lust, and need. There was no escape from this. They were both trapped. In each other. In their darkness. And they were both happy about it.

And so, their Crimson Obsession continued—bloodied, tangled, and unbreakable—until all that remained was the dark, twisted love that neither could escape, nor wanted to.

[rafeslvbug]

moments during the offseason that make nfl!rafe happy…

1. coming home late off the plane ride

he knocks on the door late, 12am, starving and tired. but all he wants to see is you. the kids are fast asleep, but you open the door, jumping on him immediately. he drops his bags inside the house, and just holds you for a few minutes in silence.

you’ve always got some leftover food from him. homemade. he’s missed it when it hits his tastebuds, missing food this good while playing.

– “fuck me sweetcheeks, what’d you put in this?”

you sitting on the kitchen counter, only wearing his jersey and lacy underwear, massaging his aching shoulders as he eats. god this man loved you.

2. waking your kids up for the first time

he likes to just admire them for a few moments before waking them up. noting every detail he’s missed, every detail he remembers seeing over the phone and that brief game where you guys came to watch.

waking up his son in the most obnoxious way possible. throwing him up and down as he laughs, swinging him around like he’s the new football at home.

but his little girl? he’s all gentle, hand the size of her whole head but he’s still so soft, kneeling beside her bed and stroking her head as he carefully lifts her into his arms. rocking back and forth, bobbing her up and down, so delicate he’s likely to send her back to sleep.

– “come on little lady, rise and shine, don’t need more beauty sleep, your cute enough as is”

3. dinner times

during the on season he’s used to just eating packed meals in the lockers, disgusting at times and never enough to make him full because he’s got to stay fit for the team.

at home, you make sure he eats whatever he wants and however much he wants.

his little girl’s babbles are enough to fill the silence of any table

sometimes he’ll tell the kids to stop playing with their food and eat it

– “hey your momma worked hard on this, quit lettin’ it go cold”

some other times, he’ll let his daughter sneak him the carrots she doesn’t want or he’ll flick a pea across the table to his son, getting lightly scolded by you for making a mess of the table.

4. getting to watch his son play football

he’s tentative to admit how proud he is because his dad never really told him as much. but his dad never showed to his matches, so he always turns up to his son’s practice because he knew how much it meant when you’d turn up at his games.

ignoring all the moms who flirt with him, commenting on how well behaved his son is, feigned nicety as he says, “oh yeah gotta thank his momma for that, she’s a real angel.” if they get too close, being all gruff and moody when he basically just walks away from them.

he’ll take him out to eat afterwards, ruffling his hair and saying he did a good job, whether he lost or won.

5. date nights

rafe’s spent too many date nights or anniversaries over a phone call, or a day trip with you, so now he instates weekly date nights.

getting a trusted babysitter or putting the kids to sleep and sneaking out with you the same way you used to when you were in high school, and your parents thought he was trouble.

being anywhere with you and not minding the cameras if they’re respectful because he’ll wake up the next morning with sweet pictures of you and him proving to everyone online that true love does exist. and disproving all the rumours spread about him.

6. re-watching all his matches with the kids

they’re too young to stay up for games, especially the superbowl (but best believe he’s training them to stay up for longer just so they can come)

he’ll sit them on the couch with him, watching them all, pointing himself out, explaining plays to his son and getting them all excited to see him play in person

he’ll even endure the bad matches, just so you can poke fun at them and prove to him that winning isn’t everything, because he struggles with that.

taglist : @starkeyjoseph @rafesbabygirlx @slut-4-rafey @lanaslushworld @littlelamy @rain-likes-purple

[moonstruckme]

James Potter x Reader where reader is in a different house (Hufflepuff if you don’t mind) and she ends up on the receiving end of one of their pranks which makes her angry so she avoids James and the other marauders, forcing him to grovel/beg for forgiveness? Thank you so much xoxo

Hi, thanks for your request! This got a bit long haha, but I enjoyed writing it and hope you enjoy reading :)

cw: mentions of blood

James Potter x Hufflepuff!reader ♡ 1.8k words

Though no one tells him it’s happening, Remus sees the prank coming from a mile away.

Primarily, this is because James and Sirius appear to be playing an entirely ordinary game of frisbee. Just tossing it back and forth, no hexes or nifflers or anything. A simple pastime between two boys on a lovely warm afternoon. 

Secondly, they haven’t asked Remus to join them. While they know from experience he’s content to read his book in the grass, they always make a point to ask just to be sure Remus doesn’t feel excluded. The fact that they haven’t suggests that they’re well aware that whatever they’re up to, Remus will want no part in it. 

Lastly and most importantly, James Potter has the worst poker face Remus has ever known. 

When the curly-haired boy slyly drops the frisbee they’ve been using into his bag, trading it for another, he can hardly keep the giddiness from his face. Which is probably why, when he tosses it well away from his companion and towards a crowd of gathered students, Sirius is the one who has to say, with theatrical volume and distress, “Merlin, can somebody grab that?”

Remus watches warily as several students turn to track the progress of the disk as it sails overhead, and after a moment one breaks away, chasing after it. Remus feels a pang of sympathy for you, your yellow and black scarf flying behind you as you run, needing no further evidence than the eager look in James’ eyes to know that you’ve fallen for a trap. 

You jump up to grab it out of the air, beaming in triumph for a moment before a yelp escapes you. You fling your catch to the ground, cradling your hand as the fanged frisbee twitches and snarls at your feet. 

“Shit,” he hears Sirius breathe, and the excitement is gone from his and James’ expressions as they jog over to you, Remus standing to follow them. 

You pick your head up as they approach, eyes wet but fierce. 

“What the hell?” you snarl, and Remus realizes with a stab of concern that there’s a small puddle of blood forming in your palm. “You’ve begun targeting your stupid pranks at anyone who’s dumb enough to help you now? How’s that funny?”

Remus looks at his friends in bewilderment, aggrieved on your behalf but unable to believe they’d do something so cruel. The fanged frisbee—a cheap trick, which really should be banned in Remus’ opinion—twitches closer to your ankle, and Sirius flicks his wand at it, its teeth retracting as it goes silent and motionless. 

“We…I charmed it so its teeth would be dull and harmless.” James scrubs a hand through his hair, at a loss. “It was only supposed to scare you, not hurt you.” 

You shake your head at him disbelievingly and bite your lip, face reddening as the pain sets in. James steps closer to you, blocking you from view of the small crowd of gawking students, none of whom, Remus notes with some bitterness, have come to help you or see if you’re okay. 

“I’m really sorry,” James says softly. “Let me help.” But when he reaches for your hand, you step back, holding it close to your chest. 

“Just leave me out of your fun in the future, yeah?” you hiss, stalking inside. 

James looks pained as he watches you go, and though Remus doesn’t begrudge you your justified anger, he feels for his good-natured friend. It had been an honest mistake, though the cost turned out to be far higher than either of his friends had expected. But knowing James, he’ll find some way to make it right. 

“Sorry, mate. They can’t all be winners.” Sirius claps him on the back, and Remus knows his light tone is more to make James feel better than it is true carelessness. Sirius is loyal that way; he’d probably lock you in a broom closet rather than have you upset James again. 

“It wasn’t meant to hurt anyone,” James says quietly.

Sirius’ smile is unfaltering, though Remus spies the worry in his eyes. “She’ll get over it. C’mon, there’s still time to go into Hogsmeade if we hurry.” 

And though Remus hopes you’ll feel better soon, he knows it will take James a long time to get over it himself. 

James shuffles from foot to foot, feeling silly and anxious as he waits for someone to leave the Hufflepuff dorms so he can go inside. He’s fairly sure you’re supposed to have potions together, but you hadn’t shown up to class, and though James had kept an eye out all day in the hallways, he’d never spotted you. He’d thought he’d caught a glimpse of you in the great hall during lunch, but you’d darted out of sight before he could be sure, and then there’d been no sign of you at dinner. Luckily, it had only taken a quick consultation of the map he shared with his friends to find out that you’d holed up in the Hufflepuff common room, so here he was, draped in his invisibility cloak and fidgeting like a nervous date at your front door. 

The door creaks open, and James slips in before it can shut, the exiting Hufflepuff shivering slightly at the breeze he makes whisking by them. It’s not difficult to spot you where you’re sitting painting your nails, lips pursed just slightly in concentration. The common room is mostly empty as other students enjoy the nice weather outside, and James is grateful for the privacy as he takes off the cloak and goes to sit beside your feet where they’re stretched out on the couch. 

You look up at the intrusion and startle to find James, pulling your feet closer to you reflexively. He hopes it’s an instinct to make room for him and not to protect yourself from him, though given recent events he could hardly blame you for the latter. 

“What’re you—how did you get in here?” you ask, eyes darting between James and the door in bafflement. 

Never mind that. “You weren’t at dinner,” James says, holding out his small stolen dish of chicken curry, “so I thought you might be hungry. Sorry, it’s barely warm now.” 

You take it from him suspiciously, careful of your wet nails, and James feels a stab of guilt at the sight of your bandaged hand. 

“I’m really sorry about yesterday,” he goes on, throat burning with shame. “I know I’ve already said it, but it was supposed to be harmless. I wasn’t careful enough.” 

You don’t look at him, not rejecting his apology but not quite accepting it either. “Pomphrey fixed it good as new anyways, so we can just say it never happened.”

James appreciates the attempt to ease his conscience, but your kindness only makes him feel that much more villainous. This would be so simple if you were one of those pureblood gits, or even just a bit ruder, but you’re you, and that’s so much worse. 

“Can I see it?” he asks softly, and you hesitate only a moment before scooting a bit closer and extending your hand to him, palm up. 

James unwraps the bandage with care, keeping one eye on your face to ensure he’s not hurting you, and so he notices the faint blush that colors your cheeks as he cradles your hand in his. The last layer of your dressing falls away, revealing three tiny white scars. Though they’re healed over, he hisses in sympathy, drawing your hand further towards him protectively but forgetting you’re attached to it. 

Your inhale is soft as you lean forward awkwardly, and James huffs a laugh at his enduring idiocy. “Sorry, love,” he says, letting you lean back. He doesn’t let go of your hand, though. “Were they deep?”

You give a one-shouldered shrug, as though it’s nothing to you. James worries you’re putting on a performance of exaggerated blasé for his benefit. “They bled a lot, but a charm sealed them up quickly enough.”

James nods, remembering with sickening clarity the blood that had pooled in your palm and dripped from between your fingers. 

“I’m glad,” James says, and it doesn’t feel like enough. Nothing feels like enough. But he can’t stop himself, even if it’s all inadequate. “I’m really sorry.” 

You sigh, and James knows enough about you to guess that being upset is exhausting you. It isn’t in your nature; you’re someone who always has a kind word for everyone, who he’s seen lend your quill to a student that forgot theirs and offer them an understanding smile when they broke it, who would rather spend all day avoiding James than let him feel the wrath of your grudge. 

Your very warranted grudge, by the way. 

It’s terrible luck that someone as sweet as you was on the receiving end of his mistake. But, as you’d pointed out, that was how the prank was designed, wasn’t it? Though James and Sirius hadn’t thought that part through at the time, the victim was always going to be whoever stepped forward to help. Normally it might not matter, but they’d gotten so caught up in the excitement of trying out their new toy that James had somehow gotten the spell wrong. And as a result, you’d been forced to pay a price for your kindness and his incompetence. 

“It’s okay,” you say.  

“It’s not,” James insists. “And I can’t fix it, but let me do something else. I can do your potions’ homework for the rest of the year, I can give you my dessert every night, I can…I can sneak into Hogsmeade and bring you whatever you want, anytime you ask, I can…what?”

You’re smiling at him, and it’s familiarly lovely but, James can’t help but think, entirely undeserved. 

“I don’t need any favors from you, James,” you say, and he realizes it’s the first time you’ve said his name. It’s not a long name, but somehow your voice gives it a cadence he quite likes. “Just be more careful, okay? I ended up fine, but next time someone might not.” 

“There won’t be a next time,” he promises swiftly, and means it. “But sweetheart—” if he notices how you soften at the endearment, he doesn’t mention it “—you’ve gotta let me make it up to you somehow.”

You sigh again, though it’s lighter this time, seemingly both exasperated and amused by his persistence. After a moment spent within your own head, you ask, “Could you help me study for the potions exam next week?”

“Yes!” James grins eagerly. “Of course. That’s a start. How’s tomorrow after class? I’ll bring study snacks as well, and we can make it a regular thing, if you like.” 

He’d like to make it a regular thing, debt or not. 

You smile. “Tomorrow is perfect. And can I call in another favor right now?”

If James weren’t sitting, he’d buckle at the knees in relief. “Yes. I’m at your service.”

“Can you tell me how you got into the Hufflepuff common room?”

“That,” he says smoothly, “is just one in my arsenal of skills now at your disposal.”

[sugrhigh]

HOTBOX 2 - ( m.s )

REQUESTED**

part one

summary- matt smoked with his best friends for the first time, and after you guys get home his dirty thoughts about you finally come to life

warnings- SMUT !! so don’t read if ur uncomfy, swearing, unprotected sex, slightly subby!matt

bff!matt x fem!reader

a/n: HEHE i had fun writing this so i hope you guys truly enjoy. i will be working on boy next door and a beautiful fall req i just received, but until those are posted my inbox is open for any comments, reqs, or sweet nothings xoxo

dedicated to the lovely @awsturn thank you for requesting!!!

@fawnchives @mattswrld @l1ttlefreakk @teapartyprincess4two @l9vesick

“oh wow, matt.” nick can’t stifle his laughter as his brother walks through the front door with the rest of you.

he’s got his arm around your shoulder, leaning some of his weight on you as you move in unison. he promised he could walk fine on his own, but you insisted on being there just in case.

not that he minds the physical contact.

“what?” he asks, eyebrows furrowed in confusion as his eyes finally focus.

“nothing you just look…very faded.”

“that’s because he is.” you reply for him.

“hey, so are you guys!” matt argues, and you nod your head absentmindedly as the two of you head past nick to the living room.

“yes, we are. do you want to sit?”

“are you going to?”

you laugh and untangle yourself from his arms once you’re beside the couch. “you don’t have to do everything i do, you know.”

his legs are far less shaky than they were before, but he plops down on the plush cushions regardless. the rest of the group is still chattering in the foyer, and he appreciates the few seconds of alone time he gets with you.

“just wanted to make sure you weren’t leaving.” matt shrugs lazily in response.

“i’m literally spending the night dork.” you remind him, turning to head into the kitchen.

you’re unknowingly giving him the perfect view of your ass as you walk, covered only by those thin little yoga pants, hips swaying back and forth like you’re taunting him on purpose.

he has to force himself to look away, to try and put an end to all of the filthy thoughts churning in his mind. he shouldn’t be thinking them, especially not about one of his best friends.

but matt is too fried to pretend he doesn’t have feelings for you. he always has. it’s just harder to hide how much he wants you when he can barely remember how to breathe.

it’s pretty late, so chris and nathan announce that they’re going to his room to play video games. the pair are already bounding down the hall as you return to the living room, equipped with a bottle of water in one hand.

“where the hell are they off to?” you ask with a grin, passing him the drink.

“going to play fortnite or something.” matt replies, taking the water into his own trembling hands.

he tries to ignore the way his fingers pass over yours, tries not to wonder if you feel the same spark that he does just from a simple touch. luckily, nick enters seconds later which relieves some of the tension.

he watches his brother wrap you in a quick hug. “i have to finish editing, but i’ll see you in the morning.”

“you better be up in time for mcdonald’s breakfast.” you point an accusatory finger at him as he heads to his room laughing.

“yeah, yeah, wake me whenever. goodnight matt, drink that water.”

he hears the door click closed a second later, his eyes trained on you as you move to sit down beside him. your thigh is inches from his, but you’re still too far away for his liking.

“are you sleepy?” you ask him as you settle down against the cushions, finally meeting his gaze once you’re comfortable.

“not really.” he finds himself smiling at you, for no real reason besides the fact that he loves you.

you tilt your head to the side, studying him with a look in your eyes that indicates you’re amused. “okay, how are you then? enjoying it?”

his eyes are low and red, watching your lips as they move. he can’t stop thinking about your fingers gently gripping his thigh earlier, the confident tone in which you speak to him, how you handle yourself.

all of that mixed with the weed is making him incredibly turned on. he shifts a little, dropping the water bottle on the couch so he can use his hands to cover his lap.

“yeah, i’m enjoying it.” matt says quietly, unable to look anywhere besides you.

you furrow your brows a little bit, but your grin doesn’t fade, which makes him feel better.

“alright, what’s going on? i know you’re high and everything, but you’re acting a little too weird.” you accuse him, though your demeanor is light-hearted as you nudge your shoulder against his.

he shakes his head just slightly as if he has no idea what you’re talking about. “what do you mean? i’m totally normal.”

matt finds that his voice is just a little too squeaky and quick to be convincing, and he knows he’s not a very good liar, especially when it comes to you.

“come on, i know that’s not true. you can tell me anything.” you push, moving a little bit so that you can properly face him.

the light coming from the kitchen silhouettes your features beautifully, and he can feel the words crawling up his throat. it’s involuntary, but the truth is coming out either way.

“i already told you earlier.”

“what?”

“i just…want you.” he finally admits breathlessly.

this catches you completely off guard, considering you had pushed your previous conversation in the car to the back of your mind. you figured he was just tripping, only saying flirty things because he was so out of it.

your lips part like you’re going to speak, but nothing happens. matt studies your face for any kind of emotion other than shock, but he can’t read you, which makes him anxious.

“i’m sorry, fuck, i don’t know why i’m saying this shit right now, of all times, but you look so pretty and i just…i needed you to know because—” he stumbles over his words, which morph together in the wrong places.

“matt, matt, it’s okay.”

you put a hand on his thigh again, trying to let him know that everything is fine, and he literally twitches from the pressure of your palm being so close to where he needs you.

“don’t do that.” he hisses, unable to control the way he slightly bucks against your fingers.

but you don’t move, because you feel yourself throb at the sight of him growing hard in his sweatpants. all because you touched him.

“matt…” you tilt your head, trying to get him to look at you.

he exhales a long breath before he finally does, his faded eyes wider now, cheeks flushed and brown hair messy from the wind of the car ride home. he looks beautiful, your beautiful best friend.

but matt is way more. you need him to be more.

“are you sure you want this?” you say faintly, leaning in just enough for him to notice.

“do you want this?”

you nod your head slowly, staring at his pink lips, unable to stop wondering if they’re as soft as they look. so you meet him the rest of the way, your mouth meshing against his gently.

matt almost melts at the feeling, and butterflies erupt through his chest. he can’t believe this is happening. part of him wonders if he fell asleep, and is dreaming it all up.

it’s thrilling, how desperate you both are for more, how his tongue slips against yours so nicely, and he has to contain himself when you bite down on his bottom lip every so often.

you pull away and swing your leg over his lap so you can straddle him. he groans quietly underneath you, because your hips feel so nice on his that he already wants to combust on the spot.

and then you lean down to his ear, moving slowly against his hard dick, so close he can feel your breath tickle his skin.

“i’m gonna take care of that, baby,” you whisper, “but you have to be quiet. can you do that?”

matt nods eagerly and you kiss his neck in response, tugging at the skin lightly. his hands travel to your ass, gripping it tightly to force some more friction.

he feels you grin against his throat, and he has to hold back a moan from the combined sensation of your tongue and hips going to work.

you move up to his jaw, across his cheek, back to his mouth, and this time he smiles against your lips. kissing you is just so sweet, even when it’s sinful, and he’s so high and happy it's impossible not to.

you pepper him with a few more quick pecks before crawling off of his lap, crouching down between his knees. he’s already needy, missing having you on top of him even though you look gorgeous at his feet.

matt reaches out to smooth your hair, holding your head in his hand as his thumb brushes your cheek.

“are you real?” it leaves his mouth before he can think.

you let out a breathy laugh, turning your head to kiss the heel of his palm softly. “i’m real, i promise.”

the intimacy of the moment, just that small gesture, is making his heart slam against his ribcage.

you reach up to hook your fingers underneath the waist of his sweats, tugging them down to indicate he should lift himself. matt does just that, pressing his back against the couch so you can slide the soft material down to his ankles.

your run your hands up his thighs before you go to the band of his boxers, pulling so that his dick springs free. he’s already wet and straining, precum soaking his tip, and he’s a little embarrassed by the way you’re looking at it.

but you’re only staring because it’s bigger than you expected, possibly the biggest you’ve seen in person. you’re entranced as your fingers glide over his tip, spreading his wetness across the rest of the base.

“shit…” matt mutters under his breath, throwing his head back against the couch as he fucks himself into your hand slightly.

you love hearing him all breathless, watching his muscles clench in pleasure as you stroke him. but you can tell he’s already worked up enough, so you start to slow your movements to a stop before pushing yourself to stand.

his head snaps back up, surprised by the switch in pace, and then his eyes get wider. you slip your leggings off, reaching for the hem of your shirt after so you can tug it over your head and discard it with your pants.

he loves seeing you exposed like this, every curve, every gorgeous little detail that makes your body your body.

“my pretty girl.” he praises, completely pussy whipped already, and it makes you a little bit shy as you stand before him.

you just like matt so much, and hearing him compliment you in such a personal setting only confirms how much you need him.

“want you inside me.” you murmur, straddling his waist again, sliding your wet panties against his shaft lightly as you get situated.

“please, oh my god—” he’s choking on his own words as you push your panties to the side, lining him up with your entrance.

you sink down on him without warning, feeling that delicious and familiar pressure in your stomach as he fills you up. matt’s hands find their way to your ass again, in a state of complete euphoria from having you wrapped around him.

you both groan, and you lean in so you can attach your mouth to his, swallowing the sounds of your shared pleasure. he helps guide you up and down, slowly at first, admiring the way you squeeze his dick every time he’s fully inside.

“fuck, you feel so good matt.” you whine against his lips as quietly as possible, picking up the pace and moving your hips at a quicker speed, hands on the frame of the sofa to help you bounce.

“promise you feel better.” he manages to respond before having to bite down on his bottom lip hard to contain a moan.

you’re riding him so well, skin slapping skin together ever so slightly. matt uses one hand to tug your bra down so he can slide his tongue over one of your nipples. you arch into his wet mouth, enjoying the way he softly sucks on each of them, swapping every so often.

he loves having your tits in his face so much, and he knows he won’t be able to hang on much longer with the way you’re moving.

“m’close, oh fuck—” his eyes roll back as you rock against him as fast as possible, rotating your hips so he hits a different spot every time.

“that’s it baby, keep fucking me, let it all go.” you command, relishing in the wave that’s taking over you as well.

matt slams you down on him a couple more times before he feels his fingers lose their grip, shuddering as he finishes inside you, breathless and sweaty.

your own muscles tense and you dive into it, releasing all over his cock as you slow your pace due to the overstimulation. you’re also panting as you slide off of him, rolling over his leg so you can sit beside him for a minute.

“that was…wow.” matt sighs happily as the both of you readjust your underwear.

“agreed.” you turn your head to smile at him, leaning in for one more little kiss.

it’s short, but it’s still just as passionate as the ones that came before. you could do it all day, his lips are just that soft.

“we should probably get cleaned up. do you wanna spend the night in my room?” his voice is still hushed once you pull away, and there’s a certain weight behind his words.

“i kinda want to sleep in your room every night.” you reply honestly, and his face lights up again at the confession, because he feels the exact same.

“i think i would kinda like that a lot.”

[twst-drabbles]

Malleus 17

Summary: Most of Malleus’s day is spent zoning out while bathing in sunlight. It’s always fun to see his little lizard brain occasionally spark up an idea.

(I used to have pet lizards. Loved the way their eyes convey the absolute emptiness going on in their brain.)

Malleus hasn’t blinked for the past hour. He just sits there, on the window sill, face turned towards the sunlight as he stared into the lush yard outside. From a certain angle, he almost looks forlorn, like a doll abandoned by the side of the road.

If Sebek was here, he’d certainly be fretting around Malleus, trying to snap him out whatever trance he was caught up in. And Silver would whisper his concerns into your ear, hoping you’d give him ideas as to what’s wrong with Malleus despite being his owner for longer. And Lilia, cute bat Lilia, he’d be trying to goad Malleus into playing a flying game with him just to get him moving.

You walked over, leaned against the window sill, and poked Malleus on the forehead. He didn’t so much as twitch, his eyes remain unblinking. You pushed your finger against his head and watched as he practically became a wobble doll. You let go and Malleus still body rocked back and forth until he was stable again.

Malleus was still staring off into the distance.

You snorted. “Not a thought behind those eyes, huh? Empty-headed little critter.”

Bathing in sunlight always does this to him, like the warmth of sun soothed all the chaos in his head into nothingness.

There’s nothing wrong with him, Malleus was just zoning out for the moment. He’ll be back online in a moment. It’s always entertaining to hear the way Silver describes him, like this little pet was some always caught up in some grand and mysterious scheme. A magical genius so smart that his thoughts escape everyone’s comprehension.

That’s not quite it thought. Malleus is Malleus, and he’s more the kind of pet to get stuck on one particular thought or subject for weeks on end. All pets have different phases and routines, and long-living fae pets such as Malleus were no exception. He’s just slower to get to the next phase.

You opened the window. The wind gently blew right past the both of you, guiding the falling leaves and gently caressing your curtains. You took a deep breath in, and sighed it out.

Suddenly, Malleus’s eyes snapped wide open, back stiff and wings jittery. Energetic, excited about something.

“Oh?” You lowered your head. “Did you get an idea?” Are the gears finally turning again in his brain.

You scratched at his soft belly scales and laughed when he practically launched himself out of your hand. He was practically a rocket as he shot out the window, barely more than a blur as he flew in a pattern only he knew.

This month’s obsession seems to be dizzying flight patterns. All because Malleus witnessed Lilia’s flying right after he finished eating some of Crowley’s fermented peaches.

After a round of unsteady figure eights, Malleus finished with a belly flop on the grass, as Lilia did before. He got up, cleaned himself off, and fly once more. He’s nothing if not determined, that’s for sure. Still, it’s hilarious that he spent the entire day zoning out at your house.

Sure, you were a little concerned when he first did it, but you figured it out soon enough. You did as you usually do and let the pets do their own thing.

Maybe that’s why Malleus likes to come over here often. You’ve never been much of a person that fusses. Unless they’re putting themselves in active danger, you’re not going to bother them every single second of their life.

Well, whatever the reason may be, it’s still made clear that your house is a place to zone out in. You know you do that often. And, you will admit, you love the way Malleus's eyes go all empty like that.

[fluffleetoast]

hellloo everyone!! I loved the new deltarune chapters and got inspired to write something :) hope you enjoy!

⚠️⚠️ SLIGHT DELTARUNE CHAPTER 3 SPOILERS! ⚠️⚠️

Quiz Time!

Lee Kris / Ler Susie and Ler Ralsei

Word Count: 1,133

During one of Tenna’s quizzes the Fun Gang find out an interesting fact about Kris.

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“Hey! Watch where you’re throwing that!”

“Oops.”

Ralsei, Kris, and Ralsei were sitting on a couch with Mr. Ant Tenna, playing the Marvelous Mystery Board. They tapped away on their game controllers as they played as a pixelated version of themselves. Susie was currently throwing pots in the game as Ralsei’s character ran around, trying to dodge them.

“Susie! You’re making me lose HP!” Ralsei yelled as another pot hit him. Susie laughed and threw the last pot, Ralsei dodging it. They walked to the next area, a blue swirly enemy standing there to greet them.

“Quiz Vortex! Watch out!” Tenna pointed.

Kris tried to get away but the vortex ran straight at them, transporting the three to a quiz. They all stood at their respective podiums with Tenna standing off to the side with quiz cards.

“Question one! What’s the color of my tie? No peaking! Is it A. Red, B. Yellow, C. Blue, or D. Green?” Tenna’s colors turned to grayscale as he asked the question. All three contestants chose B.

“Correct! My tie is yellow! It matches my shoes,” Tenna smiled, his colors returning to normal. “Next question! What’s the name of this annoying guy? Is it A. Roxles Card, B. Rocks Curd, C. Rouxls Kaard, or D. Lancer?”

Kris and Ralsei right away selected Rouxls Kaard. Susie selected Rocks Curd for a second before looking at the other two and quickly changing to the same answer.

“Interesting! So that’s his name. I’ll have to let security know that!” Tenna turned to the audience as they laughed. With the Fun gang winning two for two, It was now time for the final question.

“Question three! What is Kris’ secret weakness? Is it A. They’re scared of bugs, B. They’re allergic to cats, C. They hate vegetables, or D. They’re ticklish!”

Kris couldn’t help but blush a bit at the answer choices. What kind of a question is this?! Their cheeks burned even more as they felt Susie staring at them. They didn’t select an answer. They knew the correct answer but didn’t want to choose it. They liked bugs, were definitely not allergic to cats, and were fine with vegetables. 

“Come on, Kris, don’t be shy now! Time’s running out!” Tenna encouraged. 

Susie kept going back and forth between answers. “Yeah, dude, pick something! Shouldn’t you know this?”

Kris selected bugs with Ralsei and Susie following them. An incorrect buzzer played. 

"C’mon, Kris! How could you get this wrong? Don’t you remember all the tickle fights you and Asriel used to have? Wrestling around on the floor, laughing your heads off? Asriel usually won, but you didn’t mind, didn’t you Kris!” Tenna smiled as he recalled the happy memories. Kris blushed harder, wishing they could cover their face in something. 

Susie looked at them, surprised. The quiet and stoic Kris rolling around on the floor and giggling? Susie had barely even heard them laugh before. “Kris..? Is this true?” Kris looked the other way.

Ralsei smiled at their shyness and tried to comfort them, “Aw you don’t have to be ashamed, Kris! Everyone is ticklish!” However it just made Kris more embarrassed. 

The quiz results disappeared with the trio plus Tenna sitting back on the couch playing the game board. Kris played as normal, trying to ignore the quick side glances Susie was giving them. They should have known she wouldn’t have just let valuable information like this go. 

Suddenly, Susie lunged at them causing Kris to drop their controller. She towered over them, her pink claws digging into their sides. The human gasped and squeezed their mouth shut. They weren’t used to this sensation, it’s been so long since they last got tickled. They resisted the urge to squirm as much as possible and bit their lip, desperate to not let out any noise. Susie scribbled higher, Kris smiling and covering their mouth. Ralsei couldn’t help but smile as well as he watched. 

“Ralsei, help me out!” Susie yelled to him.

“Huh?”

“You heard me, get over here! I almost cracked them!”

“Wouldn’t Kris be mad at me?” Ralsei worried.

“Nah. Now come help or you’re next,” Susie threatened, flashing a toothy grin. 

Ralsei gulped and scooted over. He didn’t have much experience with tickling, only using it in ACTs in battle occasionally, but he’d try! Plus, it would be pretty endearing to see Kris smiling and laughing. The Prince from the Dark grinned as his fluffy paws lightly descended onto Kris’s stomach right below where their chest plate ended. “Tickle, tickle, tickle!” He teased sweetly.

This is what did it. The white furry paws had a more gentler touch than the pair of paws Kris knew and loved, but it was still reminiscent of their childhood. “H-Hahaha! Nohoho!” They broke, a small stream of giggles spilling from their mouth as they squirmed around on the couch.

“Aww, how adorable! Just like old times!” Tenna cooed. He had a big smile on his face, the sight reminding him of happy memories. “MIKE, make sure you’re getting this!”

Kris tried to push off Susie’s hands but she was too strong. They turned side to side as claws danced across their ribs and paws scribbled over their stomach and sides. Susie smiled at their laughter, it was nice hearing them giggle so much. It was honestly pretty cute.

“Go for their underarms, It’s KILLER! Do you remember, Kris? Asriel always called this your weak spot! As soon as he tickled there you would beg for mercy!”

Kris’s eyes widened as Tenna spoke. “No-Noho!” They cried out but it was too late. Susie had grabbed their wrists and held them above their head. 

“Get ‘em Ralsei!”

Ralsei gave a kind but mischievous look. “If you say so! Sorry, Kris!” He apologized although he didn’t sound sorry at all.

Kris gasped as Ralsei attacked, their loud laughter overpowering the music from the video game. They tried to desperately control their legs instinctually kicking so they didn’t hurt Ralsei. 

“Wow, Tenna was right huh?” Susie smiled as Kris let out an uncharacteristically high-pitched squeal. “Woah! Kris, was that you? It sounded like Ralsei!”

“Aw! That was cute, Kris!” Ralsei fawned making Kris turn pink.

“Ohokay, Ohokay! Uhuncle!!” Kris surrendered. Susie let go of their wrists and Ralsei stopped tickling, letting Kris catch their breath. 

“Wasn’t that just ADORABLE folks!? Let’s give a hand for KRIS!” Tenna announced. The audience cheered and applauded. “Thanks for that nostalgic walk down memory lane! Now, let's get back to the game!”

Kris would never admit it, but it was actually nice being tickled again. It reminded them of their childhood, filling them with warm, happy feelings as the memories flooded back. Ralsei and Susie did not need to know that though. Although they probably could figure it out.

[missmeinyourbones]

AND EAT IT, TOO

a/n: here it is. the nasty megumi dick sucking. AFAB reader, oral (m receiving), finger sucking, spit, dubcon to be safe but it’s not like that. NSFW MINORS DNI

…..

megumi’s a lot of things, but you know it to be true that a sucker is at the top of his list. 

at least for you, it’s true. 

because if anyone asked him anything more than twice, his patience would wear thin. but you—you don’t think you’ve ever even gotten to a second rejection, because after the first, megumi always says yes to you.

like right now, when you’re bored and palming his half-chub through his pajamas.

“you don’t have to do anything,” he feels you purr against his abdomen, your nimble hands working their way beneath his sweats with ease, “just lay back.”

when he’s finally freed from the constricting cotton, he’s heavy against your tongue, and you feel him growing harder and firmer with every flick and drag. the muscle gently darts back and forth, teasing and flat beneath his shaft. 

megumi takes his chances and half sits up, looking down at where you entertain yourself between his thighs. your eyes are closed as you hum against his cock, both hands wrapped around it and gently squeezing and stroking the unattended parts as you work on his head. 

“babe,” he whines through gritted teeth.

you allow your eyes to flicker up at him, though your mouth remains latched onto the delicate tip of his cock, “hm?”

megumi shakes a bit when he breathes out a weak, “you’re killing me here.” 

he feels you smile, your mouth tightening as your teeth ever so gently graze against his head. his abdomen instinctually tightens and his hips slightly buck upwards when you giggle sweetly. 

“i’m having fun.” 

he watches you pull away from him for a moment, brushing your hair behind your shoulders and readjusting yourself. he feels a twinge of guilt as he eyes the  string of spit weave from his leaking tip and to your pretty puffy lips. 

before you can lean back in to continue working him into your mouth, megumi scooches up further on the edge of the bed and leans down to caress your sweet face. he watches your lips twinge upward, and he just knows your fighting the urge to call him a romantic, even now, at the most vulgar of times. 

he lets the pads of his thumb gently caress the outline of your lips, before stopping at your bottom one and slightly pulling at the spit-covered swelling. 

he lets his pointer and middle finger slip between your lips, which you eagerly allow. megumi grits his teeth at the instant warmth, and though it was against his cock, something about the sight of your tongue swirling around his fingers is doing just as much for him.

he watches you hum and suck, slowly taking more of his digits over time. a bit eager, he lets them slide particularly deep on one pump, and his eyes light up with nothing but pure filth when he hears you softly gag against his fingertips. with your smaller hands gripping around his wrist, he wants to take a picture. 

eventually, amidst your magical ways, his cock ends up back on your lips. 

his eyelids feel heavy when you spew a bubble of spit directly on his tip. he watches the way your saliva melts against the pearls of pre-cum he’s been leaking for the past ten minutes. 

you’re usually incredibly handsy, so much so that megumi spends most of the time wondering how your hands can feel like they’re everywhere at once. but with the way your mouth swallows him nearly whole, and your left hand is pressing against his lean thigh for stability, he wonders what game your playing at. 

maybe you want to tease him, but that thought goes out the window when you purposefully constrict your throat with a swallow. maybe you’re testing yourself—trying to make him cum without even using your hands. it wouldn't be the first time, and it certainly won’t be the last.

but when megumi hears (feels) your muffled moan against his cock, he finally notices your right hand lodged between your own thighs, delicately rubbing your clit in those sweet slow circles he knows you love so much.

he watches you swipe your fingers through your folds, collecting as much slick as you can and cruelly teasing your hole, before pulling back up to your bud and rubbing once more. 

you’re teasing yourself while getting him off, he comes to realize. and he swears on everything he knows to be true that he might faint in this very moment. 

he’s positive he can smell the glistening of slick that shines down your thighs and against your wrist. he wants to taste it for himself, wants to lick every inch of you and then some.

but between you gagging once more and his high practically right fucking there, megumi decides he doesn’t have to be greedy right now.

he can enjoy this first. have his cake and eat it, too. 

[snowluvvie]

moonshine!reader w whiskey???? 👂

ur gonna regret asking like genuinely i’m frothing to talk about it HERE WE GOOOOOO

₊˚⊹ ♡. MDNI 18+

Whiskey keeps her man happy!! she does what she needs to do, she sucks dick craaazy and giggles and agrees with her man when he says stupid things and bounces her titties around cause that’s what she needs to do to get what she wants!! Moonshine is the opposite. you take #ihatemybf to unseen lengths and your rich bf is one of the dudes that LOOOVES that. you’re hot and you walk around half-naked and look amazing but when your bf tries to touch you, you wrinkle your nose and tell him to keep his ugly ass hands to himself and he smiles reaaal big cause he’s pathetic. whole time Whiskey is watching you and your man like O.O ???? because HELLOOO?? she has to say things like “i luv my boobz, sorry feminists!” to keep her man happy meanwhile u get to call your man a nasty cunt in front of everybody and it KEEPS HIM HAPPY??

Whiskey’s so jealous and also fascinated so she just stares at u and watches u the whole time on the island. you’re equally as dumbfounded tho cause you know how this business works and Whiskey is SO fucking hot, you just can’t believe she’s subjecting herself to that

when you end up alone together, she’s getting ready to ask u how you found ur pathetic sad cuck man, but before she can even say anything you beat her to the punch to ask her “why do you do it??? yk damn well everybody wants you why pick a dumbass like that??” Whiskey’s used to that question and she’s like sighhhh he’s not that bad. you ask whether or not he even makes her cum, and y’all end up talking about how rich guys have zero stroke game and they’re nasty and weird (in a bad way) and they ALL want you to piss on them. u guys are passing a bottle back and forth and progressively getting drunker and more rowdy, laughing and falling all over eachother and viciously making fun of all the dudes you’ve dated, until you two end up making out messy asf, all tongue and bitten lips and shoving hands down eachother’s bathing suits (hers is gold and yours is silver… duh)

u guys fuck insane and LOUD on the lounge chairs next to the pool, hands all over, tiny little triangle bikini tops tossed on the ground and skimpy bottoms pulled over to the side when you’re hammering your fingers inside of eachother. both of u cum a whoooole bunch of times and someone inside HAS to hear u but even if y’all were sober u probably wouldn’t care

Whiskey takes some cues from u after that and hangs out with you a lot more than her dumbass boyfriend. she can’t contain her giggles every time she hears u tell your boyfriend to fuck off and die and he keeps that horny grin on his face anyway. she’s not used to seeing girls talk to men like that and she loves it. u guys are high on eachother and the island and u just drink and walk around in your little bathing suits and play with eachother’s hair and make yourselves horny talking abt money and then fuck!! she’s warm and her hair smells faintly of sea salt and her skin smells like lemon sugar lotion and she tastes like coconut milk and pineapple

u guys sneak into Miles Bron’s suite and fuck on the same circular crisp white bed Whiskey fucked him on the day before—except she actually cums this time and she literally screams so loud when she finishes, it’s the cutest thing. she constantly gives head to dudes she doesn’t even like, so the way she eats u out when she actually likes you is INSANE. she’s drowning it in she’s moaning and whining into ur pussy the whole time like she can’t get enough of it

ANYWAYS 🤚 U GET IT EVERYONE GETS IT THIS WAS WAAAAY LONGER THAN I MEANT IT TO BE 🤚 i need to fuckinf lie down 🚬😔

[scribblesofagoonerr]

Buddy the rat has a nice ring to it! | buddy and monkey: double the trouble

summary: halloween has a different style this year as buddy's determined to go as a rat of all things after monkey puts the idea in her head.

it's not been proof read so if there's any mistakes then apologies!

double the trouble masterlist

“That’s great, bubba,” Leah praises you as she sits down at your little table, helping you pick the right colours for the masterpiece for what feels like ages,  “I think that Mama is really going to like this picture when she sees it, won’t she?”

You nod in triumph and hold it up for Leah to look at closer, “Look Mummy! Pretty picture for Mama!” You tell her, the excitement bubbles inside of you as you can’t wait to be able to show Jordan the picture when you see her.

“Yeah, pretty picture indeed,” Leah agrees, leaning over and kissing the top of your forehead, “Mama will be here soon to pick you up. Are you excited to spend the weekend with her?” She asks.

“Yeah!” You exclaim, your whole body buzzing with excitement as you always love weekends at Jordan’s house with her and Blu, “Lots’ of fun with Mama!”

Suddenly, Monkey burst into the room, full of energy, “Le!” She says in an excited voice, “Le, Le, guess what!” She shouts, making you jump a little in your seat and even Tater-Tot, who had been asleep, leaps up and barks excitedly.

“What’s up, Monkey?” Leah looks at the teenager curiously as her eyes narrow, like she’s already spotted something missing, “Whoa, hey, where’s your crutches?” She asks in a serious voice, just like when you’re told to eat the vegetables that you don’t want to eat.

Monkey hears that tone a lot because she’s always doing silly things or so you’ve been told before, and that’s why she’s on crutches right now.

Monkey’s supposed to be using them ever since she hurt herself not too long ago on a skateboard, but it was fun to doodle on her cast and make it look pretty even if she is grumpy now because now she can’t play football.

“I dunno,” Monkey shrugs dramatically, “I dumped them somewhere, like cya!” She waves her hand off in the air, which makes you giggle.

“You still need to use them,” Leah tells her, not finding the situation funny, “You heard what they said at the hospital.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Monkey huffs as she rolls her eyes, “They’re like, not important right now.” She insists.

Leah continues to look at Monkey in disbelief, “Are you joking?” She questions, “Yes they are, Menace– You know you’re supposed to be using them. I don’t keep nagging at you for the fun of it!”

“Are you sure? Cos’ you sure do it a lot,” Monkey’s quick to fire back with a cheeky expression on her face.

You tilt your head, watching them argue about it back and forth which they do a lot considering all of the silly things that Monkey does often, “What’s she like, eh, bubba?” Leah gives you a look, “Silly Monkey.”

“Silly Monkey!” You don’t hesitate to parrot Leah’s words, “Mummy says so!”

Monkey huffs and rolls her eyes, “Copycat,” She murmurs, her grumpiness about her crutches don’t last long before her excitement returns, “You still didn’t guess what I wanted to tell you though, Le!”

Leah furrows her eyebrows in confusion, “What?”

“You gotta guess, that’s the whole point of me saying ‘guess what’ otherwise it’s no fun then!” Monkey pouts, disheartened that Leah’s not in the mood to play along with her guessing game, “Guess!” She insists.

“What?” Leah asks, a little exasperated.

“Spooky season is vast approaching!” Your favourite person exclaims, like it’s the best news in the world to her right now.

“Come again?” Leah questions while she looks at Monkey bewildered.

Monkey slumps her shoulders at the lack of enthusiasm from Leah like she expected, “Spooky season, you know? My favourite time of the year!” She reminds her.

“Monkey,” Leah began as she pinched the bridge of her nose and shook her head, “Halloween isn’t for another month yet. You still have a while to wait, my girl.”

“Nuh uh!” Monkey shook her head in protest, “It’s September now which means it’s practically here, innit!” She insists, throwing her hands up in the air.

“I… I don’t think it quite works like that,” Leah frowns in disagreement.

“Why not? It should!” The teenager exclaims, slumping her shoulders down, “I’m excited, are you excited, Buddy? You should be cos’ it's spooky season!”

“Yeah!” You chime in enthusiastically.

Leah exhales a sigh while she rubs her temples, “Give me strength,”

“Alexa play spooky, scary skeletons!” Monkey shouts loudly to the small device hidden away as it repeats her request and then the beat kicks in, “Spooky, scary skeletons. Send shivers down your spine. Shrieking skulls will shock your soul. Seal your doom tonight!” She sings out loud, waving her hands around and dancing since she couldn’t dance very well with her injury, “Buddy, dance with me!”

“Yeah!” You squeal, happy enough to dance with your favourite person as you bounce to the addictive tune.

“No, no– Alexa, turn off!” Leah instructs, shaking her head, “Monkey, I love your enthusiasm but it’s not even October yet, remember?”

“Aww, you’re no fun,” Monkey dramatically pouts like she does.

You can’t help but giggle, “Monkey’s bein’ funny, Mummy!”

Leah hums in agreement with you, “Mummy’s a little bit concerned about your big sister right now, bubba,” Before she looks in Monkey’s direction, “What’ve you eaten that’s made you this hyper?”

“Nothin’ at all!” Monkey replies, trying to sound innocent.

“Are you sure about that?” Leah questions, arching her eyebrow, “I swear I told you that you were banned from energy drinks.”

“I haven’t had any,” Monkey protests,  “I haven’t been able to get any since you stopped my allowance either!”

“Well that’s what happens when you buy things that you don’t need,” Leah reminds her.

“But I did need a skateboard!” Monkey argues.

“No you definitely did not,” Leah scoffs, shaking her head as the doorbell rings, “Oh, looks like Jord is here already.”

“Mama!” You jump up, your heart pounding with excitement.

“That’s right, Mama’s here,” Leah says with a smile turning to look at Monkey, “Can you let her in please?”

Monkey huffs in annoyance, “Geez, what did you last slave die off?” She remarks, sarcastically.

“Wait” You start to run after her, eager to open the door, “I come as well!”

“Alright, race you there,” Monkey challenges, though she doesn’t actually run because of her injury.

“Monkey, don’t even think about it!” You can hear Leah shouting from the living room.

“Kiddin’! I’m totally kidding,” Monkey calls back her usual sense of humour as she follows you out towards the front door, “Ah what? You beat me there!”

“I win!” You declare, triumphantly as you reach the front door.

Monkey groans playfully, “That’s not fair!” Before she opens the front door to reveal Jordan waiting on the other side, “Hi, Dobby!”

“Hello little one,” Jordan grins, stepping inside your house.

“Mama!” You squeal excitedly, happy enough to see her as you try and jump into her arms.

“Hey kiddo,” Jordan obliges straight away and scoops you up into her arms, “How's my happy girl today?” She questions, hugging you tightly.

“I beat Monkey, Mama!” You exclaim, proud of the achievement, “We raced, Monkey’s slow cos’ of ouchie! Mummy told her off as well cos’ she’s not using her crutches,” You tell her, promptly.

“Tattletale,” Monkey murmurs, shoving her hands in her pockets as she leans against the wall in the hallway.

“Is that so, huh?” Jordan arches her eyebrow as she looks at the teenage girl, “Where are your crutches, little one?”

“Urgh, not you as well,” Monkey retorts as she rolls her eyes, “Leah’s already been nagging me about them. They’re so flippin’ annoying to use though!”

“You’re meant to be using them otherwise your ankle isn’t going to get better now, is it?” Jordan gives her a knowing look.

“See, Monkey? Ou’ gotta use them!” You declare trying to replicate Jordan’s facial expression, “Mummy and Mama said so!”

“You tell her Buddy,” Jordan chuckles, adjusting you on her hip as she carries you through the hallway back into the living room, “Listen to Dr. Buddy.” She jokes with the teen.

“I can’t help it if I don’t like them,” Monkey mumbles as she trails behind the two of you, “I don’t see why I still have to use them. They’re irritating!”

“They might be, but that still doesn’t mean you should just stop using them though,” Jordan continues to remind her, taking her injury seriously as she’s been on the unfortunate end of having a few of herself and knows how tough things are, “Hiya, Le. How’s things been?”

“Hey Jord,” Leah greets the older woman with a soft smile, “I’ve already told her about it but she’s not listening to me, so maybe you’ll have better luck getting through to her instead, eh?”

Monkey huffs and rolls her eyes, “I still don’t see the need for them.”

“How about you let the doctors be the one to decide that, huh?” Jordan remarks, raising an eyebrow, “Go and get them.”

“Urgh,” Monkey grumbles before she disappears to retrieve her lost crutches.

“What’s she like, eh?” Jordan chuckles, placing you down on the carpeted floor.

“Monkey’s silly, Mummy says so!” You tell her knowingly.

Leah softly smiles at you, “She certainly can be at times, bubba,” She pauses, “Why don’t you show Mama your picture that you’ve done for her?” She suggests.

“Es’!” You are quick to agree, gripping hold of the picture and giving it to Jordan, “Look, Mama! Look! I did it for you, Mama!”

Jordan gasps in amazement, “Wow, really? I love it, Buddy!” She tells you as she pulls you into another tight hug and presses a kiss to the top of your forehead “This is going right on the fridge when we get back to mine.” She declares, you have a lot of your artwork on Jordan's fridge and you’re only too happy to add to it.

It’s not too long before Monkey returns on her crutches, “Happy now that I’m miserable?”

Jordan raises an eyebrow, “I’ll be even happier if you lost the attitude, little one. Where’s this come from?”

“I don’t have an attitude!” Monkey mutters.

Leah shot your favourite person a stern look, “Monkey, stop being a brat.”

“Urgh I hate it when you both gang up on me!” Monkey huffs, dropping back to sit on the sofa and grumpily crosses her arms, “Can’t you two just fight like other separated couples?”

“Monkey!” Leah’s voice sharpens in warning.

“What? It’s true, innit!” Monkey fires back, a smirk playing on her lips.

You tilt your head in confusion and look between Leah and Jordan, “Ou’ fighting?” You ask upset, you don’t want the two of them to be upset with each other.

“I wish,” Monkey mutters in the background.

“Enough, Monkey!” Leah sighs, rubbing her temples, “No, bubba, we’re not fighting. Don’t worry. Mama and I will never fight, especially not in front of you.” She reassures you.

“That’s right,” Jordan chimes in, “You don’t have to worry about us being upset with one another, okay?”

“Okay,” You parrot, nodding in agreement.

“Are you sure about that?” Monkey mutters from where she’s sitting on the sofa, grumpy with her arms crossed.

“Hey. Cut it out!” Leah sends your favourite person another warning look.

“Alright, alright,” Monkey retorts, holding her hands up in surrender, “Can we put the decorations up now since it’s technically spooky season?” She questions.

“Spooky season?” Jordan questions, confused.

“Halloween,” Leah deadpans.

Jordan nods in understanding, “Isn’t that not until next month?”

“Exactly the reason why I’m very much against it,” Leah states, shaking her head.

Monkey pouts in disappointment, “Why not? The shops already have them out!”

“That’s very different, Menace,” Leah tells her, using another nickname that she’s often called other than her actual name which she hates because she said it makes her sound like a boy.

“No it’s not. Please?” Monkey pleads, hopeful that Leah will change her mind.

Leah is firm in her decision to still shake her head, “No, Monkey.”

“You’re no fun at all sometimes!” Monkey whines in disappointment.

“I’m fun, just when it’s the right time to be excited about it,” Leah insists, resting her hands on her hips.

“Boo, you–” Monkey begins.

Leah narrows her brow, “Finish that sentence, I dare you.”

“Ghost,” Monkey smirks at Leah, wanting to push her buttons.

Jordan chuckles and shook her head, “You’re really testing the patience today little one,”

“We haven’t even talked about costumes yet!” Monkey suddenly exclaims, the realisation lighting up her face.

“There’s no rush to decide that,” Jordan replies.

“Costumes!” You chip in, your own eyes wide with excitement at being able to dress up again.

Monkey grins mischievously, “Buddy, you should go as a rat,” She puts the suggestion out there.

“Yeah!” You exclaim, suddenly loving the idea of it, “I wan’ be a rat!”

Jordan is the first to react as she snorts in amusement, “Well that’s different than last year.”

“A rat?” Leah asks in disbelief and shakes her head, definitely more against the idea, “You’re not dressing my child up as a rat for Halloween.”

Monkey scrunches her face up in disagreement, “Why not? It would be cool, innit!”

“No, no, absolutely not,” Leah says in dismay over your costume, “Why not something else, like a witch or a vampire, hell even a dinosaur… Not a rat, anything but that.” She pleads with you.

Shaking your head promptly, your set on your choice, “I wan’ be a rat, Mummy!”

Leah inwardly groans and runs her hands through her hair as she turns to look at Jordan for her support, “I feel like I’ve failed at life right now,” She mutters, “Why don’t you dress up as a pumpkin? You know Mummy dressed up like one once, and it could be super fun!”

“No, wan’ be a rat! I be a rat!” You stomp your foot.

“Yeah, Buddy the rat!” Monkey chimes in.

Jordan chuckles in amusement, “Looks like her minds’ made up, Le.”

Leah shot her a look, “Jordan, please have a word with your children. I can’t deal with either of them.”

“Ah come on, just let her be a rat for the night,” Jordan says,  an amused smile on her lips, “What’s the harm?”

“What’s the harm?” Leah repeats, arching an eyebrow, “Our 3 year old wants to be a rat for Halloween– I can already imagine the family group chat now.”

Monkey snickers from where she’s sat on the sofa, “Jacob would love it though.”

“You’re not helping matters here, Menace!” Leah groans, rolling her eyes.

“I’m just sayin’ you know, I think it’s a great idea,” Monkey retorts, holding her hands up in self surrender.

“Of course you do,” Leah mutters, pinching the bridge of her nose and exhaling a sigh, “This is fantastic. I can’t wait to take photos of our daughter for the family group chat dressed as a rat of all things!”

“Buddy the rat has a nice ring to it,” Monkey points out as she grins.

Leah continues to look at Monkey that makes you giggle, “Unbelievable.”

“Right, so uh… where exactly do we find a rat costume?” Jordan wonders, curiously.

“I have no clue, but you’re in charge of this one,” Leah replies, clearly exasperated, “Bubba, are you sure you don’t want to be something else? How about Mummy takes you shopping one day and we can look at the different costumes?”

“Nooo! I wan’ be a rat, Mummy!” You continue to insist, stubbornly standing there crossing your arms, “Mama, tell her that I be a rat!”

Jordan shrugs playfully, “You heard her, Le. I think she’s set on it.”

“This is madness. I can’t believe you’re okay with this,” Leah sighs, looking utterly defeated.

“Well I think you’re going to be an adorable little rat, Buddy,” Jordan said, ruffling your hair.

“Yeah! I be a rat! I be a rat!” You cheer, bouncing with excitement.

Leah stands there in disbelief, “I can’t believe this, here I wanted to be able to post cute photos of her costume this year and now… this.”

Jordan laughs in amusement, “Right then my little rat, are we ready to go? We need to go and find you a costume!”

“Yeah!” You squeal before turning to look at your favourite person, “Monkey, ‘ou coming as well?”

“Not this time, Bud. I’m going to hang out with some of my friends,” Monkey explains, which leaves you feeling a bit sad since she always comes with you, “I’ll be there next time.”

“Okay,” You murmur feeling a bit disheartened with the news.

You barely have time to feel sad before Leah is scoping you up in her arms and showers your face with kisses like she always does, “Have fun at Mama’s house this weekend, bubba! I love you lots and lots!” She says, squeezing you in a tight hug.

“Mummy ‘ou squeezing too tight!” You whine and try to wriggle free from her embrace.

“Oh I am, huh?” Leah teases holding you close, “Well, Mummy’s just getting all her snuggles in before you disappear for the whole weekend.” She gives you one last squeeze, “I love you, my little bubba.”

“Love ‘ou, Mummy!” You tell her as you planting a slobbery wet kiss on her cheek, “Put me down now, please? Say bye to Monkey!”

“As you wish, bubba,” Leah laughs and sets you back down on the floor so you can toddle over to the sofa to say bye to your favourite person.

“Bye, Monkey. I love ‘ou!” You wrap your arms around her uninjured leg and peer up at her.

Monkey grins and pats your head, “Bye little rat. I love you too.”

Leah frowns, furrowing her eyebrow, “That’s not a cute nickname and it’s certainly not sticking.”

“Aww, really? Don’t be such a spoil sport,” Monkey teases, clearly enjoying winding Leah up.

Jordan chuckles from the side, “Alright, easy little one. You don’t want to be giving Leah a nervous breakdown.” She says with a playful grin.

Leah sighs dramatically, shaking her head, “Too late– It’s already happened,” She mutters.

“Too late it’s already happened,” Leah murmurs quietly, shaking her head.

“Well, in that case, let’s not cause her any more grief,” Jordan adds, turning to Monkey, “Have fun with your friends, and please, for the love of god, use your crutches!”

Monkey rolls her eyes, “Relax, I will. I don’t want to be nagged anymore.”

“You know we only nag you because we care, little one,” Jordan smiles softly, “I’ll see you both on Sunday when I drop Buddy back.”

“I’ll walk you out,” Leah offers, picking up your backpack that has everything in it for the weekend, “Bubba, do you have Mr. Bear?”

“Yeah!” You nod in agreement, lifting your arms up to be picked up by Jordan.

Jordan is only happy to oblige as she lifts you on and settles you on her hip and she walks back towards the front door.

“Cya!” Monkey calls out from where she’s sitting on the sofa.

“Mama, can ‘ou play skelet’n song?” You ask, wiggling excitedly in your car seat as you drive to the shops where you’re going to get your costume from.

Jordan glances at you in the rearview mirror and furrows her eyebrow, “What’s the skeleton song, kiddo?”

“Ou’ know the one that Monkey likes!” You insist, hoping she knows which one you’re on about.

“Oh that one,” Jordan says in realisation, tapping her phone to play the song, “Here we go then.”

You clap your hands with joy as the song fills the car, “Yay!”

Joran chuckles and watches you in amusement, “Are you excited to go and find your costume?”

“Uh huh!” You nod in agreement and dance to the music still.

“And you’re definitely sure that you want to be a rat?” Jordan checks in for clarification to make sure you haven’t changed your mind like you did last year, “You don’t want to be something else?”

“No, Mama. I wan’ be a rat!” You state as a matter of fact, “Ou’ said that I could!”

Jordan chuckles and strums her fingers on the steering wheel to the beat of the music, “Alright, alright. A rat it is then,” She agrees, “Lets’ just hope there’s a rat costume then, huh?” She murmurs, hopeful that she will be able to find one.

“Play it again, Mama!” You demand when the song ends.

“Again?” Jordan asks, raising an eyebrow, but plays it for you regardless, “This is going to be stuck in my head all night at this rate.” She thinks aloud as she exhales a sigh.

“Spook’, scar’ skelet’n!” You sing along to the upbeat track just as Jordan’s grateful to arrive at the shopping centre and is able to turn the music off.

“Oh good, look at that we’re here,” Jordan says as she quickly finds a spot in the car park and kills the ignition, “Right, are we ready to go and find your costume then, kiddo?”

“Let’ go, Mama!” You insist, eager to escape your car seat and go walk around the big shops.

Jordan doesn’t waste time to unbuckle you from your car seat, lifting you up and resting you on her hip as she shuts the car door with her free hand as you both head inside the busy shop.

You gasp in amazement as you stare at the aisle full of costumes and decorations, “Wow! Look, Mama!” You exclaim in excitement and wriggle about in her arms, “Costumes!”

“There’s so many, isn’t there?” Jordan says, watching you point out every single skeleton, monster and witch costume there is.

“Skelet’n!” You squeal, pointing straight at the costume.

“I see it kiddo,” Jordan chuckles in amusement, placing you down on the floor so you can have a small wander around, “Do you want to go as one of them instead?” She asks.

“No, Mama. Be a rat!” You say with a firm nod, wandering down the rest of the aisle to look at everything there is, “Mama, me’ need chocolate!”

“Oh you need it, huh?” Jordan arches an eyebrow in amusement as she watches you pick up the chocolate coins and hold them out to her.

Nodding in agreement, you stand there with an adorable pout that Jordan can’t resist, “Uh huh! Please?”

“Okay, okay,” Jordan didn’t take too much convincing and let’s you put them in the basket, “Right kiddo, shall we see if we can find that costume now?”

“Yeah!” You're only too happy to agree to the idea of that.

With a bit of fortunate luck, Jordan manages to find a perfect rat costume for you in your size, and soon you’re continuing to walk down the rest of the aisle, looking at the rest of the Halloween section.

It’s not long before you stop in your tracks when you spot a huge skeleton with eyes that light up red and gasp dramatically, “Mama! Skelet’n!”

“Oh wow. That looks cool, doesn’t it?” Jordan retorts with a fond smile while watching you get excited about everything in the shop.

“Can we get it? I need it!” You insist, using your go too excuse that you find seems to work wonders to get Jordan to agree.

“You need this as well, huh?” Jordan asks, amused.

“Uh huh!” You nod along in agreement with a big smile on your face, “Monkey will like it too, Mama!”

“Oh, you think so? Well, I guess we’ll have to get it then,” Jordan remarks with an amused smile still on her face, adding it to the basket.

A little further down the aisle, you see a wall of Halloween stickers and run over, stretching up on your tiptoes, “Mama, I can’t reach them!” You whine, pouting as you look at her

Jordan lifts you up so you can grab a pack, “Which ones do you want?”

“Those ones! Monkey needs ‘em too!” You insist, knowing that stickers will make your favourite person less grumpy.

“I think you might be right there kiddo,” Jordan agrees as she has the sudden brainwave, “Maybe if we put these on her crutches then she’ll actually start using them, huh?”

“Uh huh!” You nod your head in agreement, toddling down the aisle until you stop again when you see something else that you like, “Skelet’n basket!” You shout, reaching for a basket shaped like a skeleton.

“You’re really into the skeleton’s this year, huh?” Jordan asks, laughing.

“Skelet’n cool, Mama!” You exclaim, picking it up and holding it out to show her.

“You’ve already got one still from last year kiddo,” Jordan reminds you, but your puppy dog eyes win her over again, “Alright, skeleton basket it is.”

It’s not too long before the basket is full of Halloween goodies, from themed cups for you and Monkey, to skeleton themed Haribo sweets, a colouring book, some skeleton themed pyjamas and even Halloween themed hair clips and a Witch-themed headband.

“Wow, we got lots’ there, Mama!” You exclaim, your eyes lighting up excitedly as you’re eager straight away to reach for the chocolate coins that are yet to be paid for.

“We certainly do, don’t we?” Jordan chuckles, steering you towards the tills to pay for everything that you’ve managed to throw into the basket, “I don’t think we needed most of this now, did we?”

“Monkey will like it though!” You insist, peering up to look at her with wide, innocent eyes, “Can I eat the chocolate now, Mama?”

Jordan shakes her head with a playful smile, tapping your nose, “Not until after dinner, Buddy,” she reminds you, as she starts scanning everything through, before packing it in the bags and taps her card on the machine.

“Mama, I’ hungry!” You whine as you hold her free hand and walk back to where the car is parked.

Unlocking the boot of the car, Jordan puts the shopping bags inside with her free hand all while keeping you rested on her hip with the fear that you might try and run off, “How about we go and get McDonald’s for dinner?” She suggests before settling you back in your car seat and buckling you in.

“Yeah, Donalds’! ‘Appy Meal!” You wiggle happily in your seat.

Climbing back into the car, Jordan drives to the nearest McDonalds’ and parks her car before she gets you out again and the two of you head inside the restaurant, “Do you want nuggets or cheeseburger?” she asks before she orders.

You think about the options for a second, “Nuggets! Pink shake please!”

Jordan nods in agreement, placing the order for you both before collecting the table allocation number and sitting down at a table right beside where all the colouring sheets and crayons are.

“Mama, can I colour?” You point your index finger in the direction to the colouring sheets that you want to do.

“Go for it, kiddo,” Jordan replies with a smile, watching you as you pull a sheet off and grab some coloured crayons before toddling back over to the table.

You're happy enough to sit there and colour while you wait to eat your happy meal.

“Look Mama, I coloured its’ red like Arsenal!” You tell her excitedly, swinging your legs back and forth as you scribble the picture in a red crayon.

Jordan gasps playfully, “Why not like Villa?”

“Nooo! I’ Gooner like Mummy!” You declare proudly.

“Is that right? I guess I have no chance of trying to change your mind, do I?” Jordan sighs with a smile.

You shake your head promptly, “No! I’ Gooner!” You repeat, insistently.

“Okay, okay, you can be my little Gooner,” Jordan retorts with a playful smile as takes the moment to swipe through TikTok, raising her eyebrow as she watches a video, “Oh no, what’s your sister been up to now?” She speaks aloud.

“I wan’ see!” You whine, trying to stand up on the chair and lean over to look at her phone.

“Careful Buddy or you’re gonna fall,” Jordans’ fearful straight away incase you slip and hurt yourself as you sit back down in your seat and she shows you the video of Monkey and Kyra doing something that results in Monkey falling on the floor, “Monkey’s been a bit silly, hasn’t she?”

You giggle as you watch the video again, “Monkey’s silly!”

“I don’t think Mummy’s gonna be too happy about this either, will she?” Jordan speaks aloud, shaking her head as she pulls up her latest text message conversation between herself and Leah.

Are you aware of what our kid is currently doing right now? [1 link attached]

It takes less than 5 minutes for Leah to respond to her text message.

I'm going to have so many grey hairs before I turn 30 at this rate with the trouble she gets herself into 😐🫣

“Nuggets!” You squeal in delight when your food arrives and you don’t waste time to tuck into it, “Mama! Look, there’s dino’s in my ‘appy meal!” You exclaim, noting the toy hidden at the bottom as you pull it out.

“Oh, wow. That’s cool!” Jordan says, smiling fondly at you, “Remember to eat your nuggets though before they go cold, please.” She reminds you, knowing exactly what you’re like sometimes.

“Dino’ like Gunasaurus!” You shout out loud happily as you completely push your chicken nuggets aside in favour of the plastic dinosaur, “Roar!”

“Wow, look at you, my little rat!” Jordan states in awe as you twirl around in your new costume that you were eager to try on the very minute that you got back to Jordan’s house.

“M’ a rat, Mama!” You shout, excitedly as you continue to spin around in it watching as the tail trails behind you, “M’ a rat!”

“Indeed you are. A very cute little rat,” Jordan chuckles in amusement, “How about we take a photo to send to Mummy and we can see what she thinks?”

“Yeah!” You’re more than happy to oblige, posing for the photo that Jordan takes to send to Leah.

I know you’re biassed, but look how adorable our little rat looks! 💗   [3 photos attached]

There isn’t much time before a reply comes back from Leah.

🥹 Okay yeah I admit she does look adorable, but that nickname is definitely not sticking Jord!

“Mummy likes it, kiddo,” You got the seal of approval of the blonde as you bounce up and down on your tiptoes

“Mama, can I wear it to bed?” You question, hopeful of a positive answer.

Jordan stifles her laughter as she bites her bottom lip, “I don’t think that would be such a good idea, kiddo.”

“Why not? I wan’ be a rat to bed!” You pout adorably, not liking the fact you couldn’t do it.

“How about we just stick to wearing it during the day?” Jordan suggests, amusedly.

You furrow your eyebrow and shake your head, “But I wan’ wear it to bed!”

“But if you wear it to bed then you won’t be able to wear it for Halloween, will you?” Jordan tells you in a gentle tone of voice, “How about you wear the Skeleton pyjamas instead that we got?”

Your eyes light up in delight, “Yeah, Skelet’n!”

Jordan breathes a sigh of relief that you are so willing to agree to that because even though she agrees to most things that you ask, she has to somehow draw the line at you letting you go to bed in a rat costume.

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leahwilliamsonn diferent style of costume this year for buddy apparently 🙃😑

some kids choose be a witch, ghost or vampire costumes but not my kid, instead she chooses to be a rat 🐀😭

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bethmead_ nah, it's the tail for me! 😂

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alessia why do i feel like this is monkey's doing?

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liawalti sweet adorable little rat 🥹💗

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monkeymenace_ yeah buddy the rat!! 😊😊

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© scribblesofagoonerr

[xxoxobree]

Morales Fam Road Trip HC’s.

Ft. Jeff, Rio , The Twins, And You 🥰

You guys are driving to Florida To Visit Rio’s Parents. Orlando Specifically.

You weren’t supposed to come but the twins begged you and their parents until they heard yes.

It was so last minute too, they asked you two days before the trip.

It was Really Miles’ idea that you came, he hates to be separated from you.

Milo (because you guys like that name 😭 it’s so basic) too hates to be separated from you but he’s Capital P fr so he couldn’t let you know that.

Rio said you guys weren’t going to any theme parks but the ticket prices are reasonable so they bought them to surprise you.

You are forced in the middle seat to keep the peace between the twins. 😂

It works for the first 2 hours of the trip.

Big Daddy Jeff 😍

He’s Driving ofc

Goes 10 under the speed limit.

Calls out every traffic violation he sees.

Had a lot of coffee so he’s a bit jittery and is talking a lot.

Holds Rio’s hand🥰

Does the dad hand thing when he hears snacks being opened.

Shakes it and throws it in his mouth 🤣

He was that nigga back in the day, yk what I mean ? 😏 so the playlist is good but clean versions only 🤣

Does the dad “Hey.” When y’all are misbehaving in the back.

We’ll get there when we get there , when asked how much longer.

Needs to stop to pee every hour 🤣

Mama Rio.

Had to pray for her sanity before she entered the car.

Takes pictures of everyone and everything the whole car ride.

Loves the cows , makes everyone look at the cows and horses.

“Oh my god Jeff, stop.” Whenever he calls out a road violation.

Ask if you guys are excited every time you stop.

Turns around with the mom face when you guys aren’t listening. Fussed at you guys in Spanish.

Y’all are listening to Selena.

Plays some of her childhood music and talks about memories in Puerto Rico.

Plantain chips and water. And don’t ask her for none. 🤣 She gives Milo some cause that’s her baby Miles is salty , but she shares with him too.

Miles

Is sooo excited you said yes, has a whole itinerary for you guys, that he FaceTimed you about the night before.

Sits to the left behind Jeff

Sketches Things he sees, on the way , redesigns street signs. Sketches a picture of you and his brother.

Shows you the sketches to get your approval.

Only one who listens to Jeff’s fun facts

“That looks like you” when he sees something ugly. He did it to Jeff and had the whole car cracking up

Begs to go to universal studios because he wants to take a picture with Megatron. Lowkey a minions fan too.

Shares his blanket with you.

Leans on your shoulder and falls asleep.

Makes you watch cartoons with him. You love it.

He and Jeff eats everyone snacks. Doesn’t want to share his tho.

Share with you ofc.

Tells you stories of his grandparents.

Takes pictures of him you and Milo.

Throws his legs across you and Milo.

Milo

Is excited you came too but he’s Capital P so he just hugs you.

Is the reason you’re in the middle. “I’m not sitting next to him ma.”

He leans on your shoulder too , they’re clingy boys.

Talks to Rio in Spanish the whole ride.

Shares his AirPods with you. His playlist is fyeeee🔥🔥🔥 puts you onto new artists and songs.

Plays IMessage games with you. He wins every time.

Texts you talking shit about Miles 🤣 you tell him to be nice.

Shares his candy with you and Miles

Him and Miles go back and forth about Miles eating his snacks.

Pushes Miles’ legs off of him every time and give him a death glare.

“We close Ma?” Rolls his eyes every time he hears no.

Watches Tik toks with you

[bamboobooshark]

YOUR WADE WILSON X READER STUFF IS SO PERFECT OMG IM EATING IT UP FRFR

WADE WILSON X READER

‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮ DOODLES : 580 WRDS

<RATING: PG-13, SOME LANGUAGE>

A/N : HI ANON TYSM FOR THE COMPLIMENT!!! I really am greatful that you and many others have enjoyed my Wade content so much. Also, hey, so could you possibly guess what happens in this? Could youuuu? It’s about Wade being curious about your self-drawn “tattoos”. I swear it’ll make more sense when you read it!!!

You’re lounging around in your bed like you have been all day. Wade lies next to you while playing some random game on his phone. It’s pretty quiet; the only noises in the room are you and Wade’s breathing and his game. His breaths are more quick and sharp, while yours are shallow and slow. He groans loudly and whines as per usual. “I died again, babe! Can you believe it?” he asks dramatically as he puts his phone down on his nightstand. You crack a small smile that only convinces him to continue. He makes his way to lay his head on your stomach, never ceasing his whining. “Why don’t you care? Why won’t you coddle me like I deserve?” he pouts, putting on his usual act when he wants attention. Wade’s efforts succeed when you let out a soft chuckle and move your arm down to rub his textured chest gently. He lets out an unnecessarily loud sigh before letting his eyes gently close. “Better?” you ask with a smile. "Oh, you bet your ass this is better,” he confirms while leaning into you more by the second.

When Wade opens up his eyes, he stares at your arm in confusion, then up at you. He looks back and forth between them a few times before questioning you. “What’s up with the ink all over your arms, pumpkin? You mapping out some tattoos you wanna get?” You shrug in response. “I just got bored earlier. They’re nothing really,” you tell him sheepishly, slightly embarrassed that he’s so focused on them. His fingers gently trace the set marks on your skin with an intrigued look in his eyes. You feel your cheeks warm more; he’s rarely this careful and quiet with you. You’re so used to him squeezing, pinching, and sometimes gently biting you. His fingers continue to trace the lines as if he were drawing them himself. His hand moves to hold your forearm to get a better look at the doodles. He lets out a curious ‘hmm’ while squinting at your arm. “Oh,” he exclaims while smiling. “These would be really fun to color in,” he says in a tone that begs you to let him. You nod in agreement to his suggestion. “I guess it wouldn’t hurt,” you sigh to him, and he smiles so hard you see his teeth showing.

Wade stays intrigued for the next few hours with coloring on your stick, trying his best to stay inside the lines because, according to him, if you’re going to allow him to color your “sacred silken skin,” then he should at least try to make it look nice. He bites his bottom lip into his mouth and hums for a moment. “Why did you make this one so detailed?” he grunts. “I don’t know. I told you I was just bored. I didn’t expect to end up with you trying to color in every little doodle,” you chuckled while watching him work inside the lines. “You better make these easier to color next time you draw all over yourself,” he mumbles while pouting. “Do you ever stop complaining?” you ask him as a joke. He gasps and squeezes your forearm a bit. “Will you ever stop giving me reasons to complain?” he sasses back. You widen your eyes as you realize he makes a good argument. “Whatever,” you groan in response. He chuckles sweetly as he finishes coloring in the doodle he’d been fussing about, moving on to the next one.

[l3viat8an]

Ok we all know how much you love streamer Levi but what about an au or something with Streamer Mammon? 

I do love streamer!Levi <333 still so happy it’s canon now too!!!! But!!!! Streamer!Mammon sounds fun too- so plz enjoy some headcanons!!! cuz apparently I had a lot to say :) also it’s been so long since I’ve done hcs so these are all over the place- sorry jsjsjs

Listen Mammon only started streaming after he saw how much money Levi made streaming- manz could not believe people actually pay other people to play games???- weirdos.

He’s like really good at COD- idk why or how he just is-

Honestly whenever he plays games, he’s either the first or the last to die…..there’s just no in between. Mammon plays so aggressively, his plan either flops right out the gate or he wins the game.

He’ll play just about any game that’s popular or trending thinking it’ll get him good ratings (and it usually does-)

Makes a big deal out of ‘playing games for the first time ever!!’ on stream because his fans love watching him skip tutorials “who has time for that crap???” and fail the first time.

He calls his subs, his grimm and they call him pookie jkjk-

He’s really good at survival games and games that require a lot of precision timing. Even if Mammon acts like a goofball he can focus and it’s impressive!

He’s in this ‘war’ with Levi where they raid each other’s streams all the damn time which is really funny cuz they share a ton of fans, so it’s more like fans running back and forth.

When they’re not ‘at war’ Levi and Mammon actually play together a lot!! Subs love when they have devilcart tournaments or team up and speedrun some dungeon.

Mammon always clams he’s more popular then Levi and makes more money!!! But they’re pretty even all around. Their numbers are only a few thousand followers off and tips are almost the same.

He has tons, and I mean tons of sponsors / sponsorships. He’s really good at casual product placement, showing the label / name of what he’s drinking or snacking on, on stream and sponsors love that shit-

If you two are dating your relationship is very public. He loves to posts about you on all his social media and show you off!!! Your his and he makes sure all his fans know he’s taken <3

Always invites you to come on stream with him!!!

Or he’ll start streams like “Come watch me beat my (gf/bf) at (game name)!!!” and the stream almost always ends with you winning ;)

After you’ve beaten him a few times he switches to playing only sillier games with you, stuff like Minecraft, devilcart or generic domestic / cooking games.

Speaking of cooking games- he once played cooking mama on stream and had to rage quit because he kept messing up-

He’s always a blushing mess when you’re on camera, which is something his chat teases him about endlessly!!

Bonus points if you give him a little kiss on the cheek after he wins a game and his fans can watch him turn bright red~

[bunni-v1]

Ok so I’ve been watching a bunch of streamers and was thinking about this scenario because my neurodivergent brain is like that:

Lighter with either a crush or s/o who streams. Maybe he meets them through Phaethon or something but he seems to hit it off with them right away. They’re always cordial to him and over time he feels a connection with them too :3

Honestly tho, this can also work for Asaba or, honestly, a lot of characters LOL anyways—

It becomes suspicious to the Sons of Calydon when they see Lighter on his phone at certain times of the day/night just grinning like a schoolboy. And when you stream he seems to be one of the most supportive chatters whether you have a smaller viewer base or larger one. He’s not reckless with his money so he likely won’t be a 3-tier sub or big donator or anything, but if you mention being in a tight spot financially he may send a few dennies here or there with heartfelt messages. Lighter loves showing his way in sturdy, acts of servicey ways after all <3

Another fun but also sad scenario of this with Aventurine, but you confront him when he donates a little too much lmao… you tell him not to buy your friendship or love and that he should’ve just asked for a date instead bc you would’ve said yes lol

Okay pinkie I know this is all about Lighter, but genuinely this is so incredibly Aventurine coded I had to make it all about him. He’s just so very buy your affections coded, and the idea of him with a streamer partner is so incredibly perfect?

Okay indulge me here, but imagine you and Aventurine are just kinda acquaintances. You know him through the network, and you two have this sorta flirty back and forth that isn’t really all that serious, but it’s fun! You stream full time and you’re pretty well known, but you don’t really brag about it all that much. Aventurine knows this obvi but he’s never tuned into your streams because, well, when does he have to time to?

But one night he has some extra free time and he decides to just bite the bullet and look you up. You’ve got a surprisingly big fanbase, and tons and tons of super loyal chatters. It kinda makes him a little jealous, the way you’re so friendly with chat, but he’s no delusional enough to think he’s entitled to your attention in the sea of viewers.

He doesn’t donate anything at first, mostly because he doesn’t want to draw attention to himself. This is sorta your thing, it would be a bit invasive wouldn’t it? Plus he doesn’t really get spending that much money on a streamer. As much as he likes you, isn’t it a bit parasocial? But one day you’re playing some shitty gatcha game and you just can’t win your favorite character or something and he feels so bad seeing you pout that he has to step in. He’s got plenty of money to give, so he drops $100 for you to spend under the name “TheGoldenTouch”.

You’re so happy, face lights up and you’re thanking him over and over and oh he so loves that look on your face. It becomes his new dirty little secret, spending money on you. He easily becomes one of your top donors and you even reach out to personally thank him, none the wiser that it was him. He’s very competitive about it too, determined to keep the spot as your top donor. Like he’s trying to prove to you that he can provide for you better, even though you don’t know it’s Aventurine behind the screen.

Your other chatters don’t exactly help, teasing you about the flirty new guy who won’t stop sending you money.

It’s not like he’s hiding it on purpose, but he doesn’t want you to feel uncomfortable with his sudden interest in spoiling you on stream. Its… a long term investment is all. One that you have no idea is happening! While he’s donating to you he becomes a bit more bold with his flirting irl. He knows you better now, and you technically know him better too. Even though you’re not aware it’s him you’re getting to know so well.

As TheGoldenTouch he can just be himself without worry of you taking pity on him. You’re very sweet to him through chats and messages and all things inbetween. He gets to know you outside of a business sense, and the two of you have very good chemistry. He’s still painfully aware that despite how nice it is, you’ll never really know him. You’ll never get the chance to know him because even if he lets you in like this, how could he do the same in real life? Looking you in the eyes and seeing the care on your face would be too much for his fragile heart to handle.

Eventually the cat comes out of the bag though. It’s just a slip up when he’s feeling just a little too comfortable in your presence during some kind of meeting. He’s a little too forward and makes an inside joke that has you a little shell shocked before it clicks in your head who he is. He’s rather embarrassed by his slip up, but doesn’t let it show on his face. Taking it in stride and confidence, playing up his generous donor persona rather than the person you’d come to know online.

He figures you’d likely distance yourself now that you knew who he was, but you’re even more interactive with him. Going out of your way to greet him in chat and message him first when you get the chance. It’s so very sweet, but your relationship is nothing but a transaction is it not? You’re making it hard for him to tell…

Ah, but then you try and tell him he doesn’t have to donate so much to you. That you just enjoy seeing and interacting with him. That you wish he had told you who he was initially, because you enjoy talking to him and would like to see him outside of streaming and work. It’s all too much for him to handle from you, you’re just too sweet. How could he refuse you?

He does end up taking you out and spoiling you rotten on your first date together. Even after you are an official item he doesn’t stop watching your streams and chatting with your community. He’s very loyal to you, his favorite little streamer <3

If you insist on him not “buying your affections” he’ll shrug it off. Gift giving is his love language, after all, and he can’t let his competition beat him out in the area he’s best at. It’s a little overwhelming, honestly, but equally sweet and endearing. He’s very proud of you too, bragging about his cute streamer partner to anyone who might listen.

Like,,, he’s so cute,,,,,,