#guys I'll let him be happy someday but that day is not today

[likeapriceless-wine]

A Mother's Distaste

A delve into C.J's relationship with his mother

Tw for religious themes and child abuse. Also I didn't proofread this so

@glowsticks-soda-and-magic @cabin-12-resident-daddy-issues @dionysus-god-of-all-things-wine @dawn-lovelace

Lorna Crawford's affair was by far the worst mistake of her life

She already had the most loving husband she could've found, a husband who was the greatest father he could be to their toddler son Devon

Devon looked like his father, waddling around with blonde hair and deep brown eyes. He was a splitting image of the man who greeted him with a smile every day after work

Lorna lived in a constant state of guilt and anguish after her affair. It was one night, and one night only, but it still haunted her. Her husband had no idea why she'd taken to crying in the church pews every Wednesday and Sunday

To make matters worse, she soon found out she was pregnant again. Normally this would've been a dream come true, a blessing she would've thanked god for. And there was a chance that this baby was her husband's, but the sinking feeling in her gut told her she wouldn't be so lucky

She told her husband, who looked like he might cry in joy

"A baby?" He grinned, cupping his wife's face in adoration "Oh my– a baby! Devon's gonna be a big brother"

She burst into tears and blamed it on the hormones

She prayed every day that this child was her husband's. They soon found out it was another boy, and she prayed he'd look like his brother. That would prove to her that this boy was her husband's child, and she could finally rest easy

They settled on the name Cooper eventually. Something about it just had a certain southern charm that they loved. It ended up paired with the middle name Jones, Lorna's maiden name

The boy was born soon. As her husband prayed that his wife and child would be safe and healthy, she prayed that this child wouldn't be a product of her stupidity

The boy was handed to her and he had brown hair. That on it's own meant next to nothing, but she'd never seen a newborn look so strikingly like someone else

Her boy, her Cooper, looked horribly like his father. Not her husband, with his blonde hair and deep brown eyes, but the man she had her affair with

Later in the day when the baby opened his eyes for the first time she almost dropped him. His eyes were a near frightening purple, staring at her curiously

Her husband never thought a thing of it. He loved that boy and his peculiar eyes just as he did his older son

As C.J grew up he struggled with things. He had trouble reading and sitting still, and it seemed as if the older he got the harder it was for him to hear

Devon was perfectly fine, and so was the blonde haired, brown eyed little girl that was born the December before C.J turned five

By the time Junie, the little girl, was born, C.J had already been diagnosed as damn near deaf, and then as dyslexic some years later

She couldn't help but damn near hate that boy. She was always tougher on him than she was his siblings, whilst her husband treated all three children the same, and her eldest and youngest both loved their brother to bits

He called her mama just the same as her other two children did. He kissed her on the cheek before he left for school and baseball practice, and he brought her clover flowers that grew outside the baseball fields

Gods, he was the sweetest boy, but he felt like a curse. Like a punishment from god for her torrid affair

Those creepy purple eyes that filled with tears when she scolded him. God forbid she hit him and had to watch him try desperately to hold himself together

She threw him out onto the streets of Vegas when he was 14, 2000 miles from their home in Mississippi. She was almost relieved to be rid of him, but the guilt set in later. Her head swam in a sea of guilt and relief and unbridled rage

She could never put into words how much she wished Cooper never happened

[peachsukii]

unbreakable bonds ꒰ no quirks au | childhood friends | friends to lovers ꒱ ⇢ a collective of family bonding and little moments between you and katsuki.

『♡』  k.bakugo x fem!reader ꒰ tags & content ꒱ emotional hurt/comfort, fluff, tooth-rotting fluff, happiness all around ⋆ ˚ʚɞ — just wanted to write something sickly sweet and it’s been sitting in my drafts forever. reader has a little sister that helps bond the two of you together over the years. cross posted to ao3 | word count; ~3kish? -`✧ katsuki bakugo masterlist

You were too young - a little over three - to understand the day your mom brought home your little sister. You'd been secretly asking the universe for a sibling, someone to share everything with. Ask and you shall receive! But, you never knew just how much she would shape your life into what it is today.

The Kingdom - Elementary School

Fourth grade is when you and Katsuki started to play after school together on a daily basis. Him and Izuku would come by and grab snacks from your mom while you went back to the park around the corner, playing pirates and super heroes with the other neighborhood kids. Every so often, your mom would ask for you to bring your sister along. You never minded, even though she was your baby sister in first grade. The boys would pick on her - lovingly, of course - to make her feel included with the rest of the pack. She loved being around you, cooing and giggling away as she'd hold your hand and squeal with delight.

One day at the park, she'd declared herself to be queen of the castle as she stood on the slide, proudly puffing out her chest with her hands on her hips.

"I am the queen, and what I say goes!" she pointed to you and Katsuki. "Sissy will be the princess and you will be our royal guard, Katsu!"

You chuckle. "Isn't the older sister supposed to be queen?"

She does her best impression of a royal laugh, projecting her voice theatrically. "Not in my land! It's my kingdom and if you don't like it, I'll send you to the brig!"

"You're confusin' pirates 'n princesses again,” Katsuki taunts playfully.

She stomps her foot on the slide. “Silence in my kingdom! Izu will be my knight!”

Katsuki pouts. “Hey! Why don’t I get to be the knight?!’

“Cause I say so! You’re the royal guard cause you’re tough. Izu is the knight because he’s brave!”

You can’t help but let out a loud ‘hah!’ at her comment. Your sister never failed to push Katsuki in the cutest ways - he probably was thankful to be an only child whenever you guys would go home for the day.

Katsuki huffs at her declaration, taking the challenge with stride. “Fine! I’ll show you who’s tough and be the best dang guard in the whole world.”

“Do I get a cool set of armor, queen?” Izuku asks, bouncing up and down at the bottom of the slide.

“Of course! Only the best armor and ponies for my royal kingdom.”

She sits and pushes herself down the metal slide, rocketing off the edge past Izuku and barreling toward Katsuki. She trucks into him at full force - but, being small, that force isn’t much for him to withstand.

“What the heck was that for?!” he yells while catching her before she hits the wood chips.

“A test of your toughness, Katsu! And you passed! You’re deserving of a spot in my kingdom,” she giggles, mashing his cheeks together with her tiny palms. He protests her closeness and tries to fight her off, setting her feet back on the ground while she’s wiggling in his hold. Watching the two of them act like siblings themselves always made you feel so warm and fuzzy inside, knowing your two closest friends also adored your sister as much as you did.

You meander over to grab her from him. “Alright, I think you made your point, queen. Your guard and knight have other duties to get to.”

She waves goodbye to the boys over her shoulder as the two of you stroll home for dinner. She gleefully remarks how cool they are and that she can’t wait to marry them someday.

You can’t help but giggle at the thought. “Both of them? Wow, all to yourself, huh?”

She pouts and whips her head upward. “No, sissy! We both get one!”

”Oh yeah? Because you’re the queen of the kingdom, you get to pick?”

“That’s right! They’ll have to fight to see who gets to pick you!”

You roll your eyes, shaking your head at the thought. You’re only ten years old, the thought of boys fighting over you was hilarious.

”Promise not to tell Izu, but I think Katsu would win that fight,” she whispers, tugging on your hand to get you to lean over closer to her face. “He’s taller and faster!”

The thought of marrying Katsuki flashes in your mind - you have zero clue what that even looks like, but you imagine him bringing you flowers on the playground or giving you a bite of his ice cream. A blush creeps over your cheeks and nose at the thought. Your sister catches your reaction and gasps dramatically.

“You like Katsu?!” she exclaims.

You shush her. “No! Don’t go yelling that!”

That’s a big fat lie. You liked him a lot, he was your favorite person, but you’re kids.

It’s just a harmless crush.

───

An Enchanted Afternoon - Elementary School

A week later, the four of you returned to the playground after school. Snacks from your pantry in hand, the bunch of you sit on the swing set to eat. Your sister seemed extremely eager today, more so than usual. Once you all finished eating, she demanded your attention.

"Gather 'round! Your queen summons you," she declares, arms raised above her head. You and the boys huddle around her.

"Katsu, go fetch flowers!" she orders as she points to a nearby patch of grass. "Zuzu, clear out the sandbox of any villagers."

There wasn't anyone else here today, so that job was easily done. Izuku doesn't say anything and smiles as he heads over to the sandbox as ordered. Katsuki is confused, nose scrunched and arms crossed.

"Why do I need to get flowers?" he asks, tapping his foot in the wood chips.

"Do you dare defy your queen?!" she shouts, grinning wickedly. He obliges, sauntering over to the grass to find a few spare daisies.

"What's all this for?" you ask, genuinely curious to her plans. She doesn’t answer you as she grabs you by the wrist, dragging you over to the sandbox.

A few minutes later, Katsuki comes back with a handful of daisies, picked and pruned clean of any dirt and weeds. Izuku stands on the edge of the sandbox patiently.

”Perfect! Katsu, Sissy, please approach your queen.”

You play along and stand in front of her with Katsuki. It’s amusing how small she is in comparison to the two of you, easily shadowing over her figure.

“With my knight as witness, I give the blessing to the princess and royal guard to be married forever!” she exclaims, waving her hands around to mimic casting a magic spell.

You're pretty sure she got that line from a princess movie, but that doesn't make the sentiment any less adorable. You begin to chuckle to yourself, smiling ear to ear before turning toward Katsuki. You're expecting him to be disgusted, repulsed by something so sickly sweet, but are shocked to see him standing with the flowers outstretched in your direction. He's biting his bottom lip and avoiding eye contact by staring directly at your feet.

"H-here," he whispers meekly, pushing the flowers into your hands. You've never seen him so shy before - that's usually Izuku's demeanor. His unexpected affection makes your little heart flutter in your chest.

"Thank you 'Suki," is all you can muster up the courage to say, your mind running blank on the right thing to say. It's just an imaginary scenario...It's not real, not like you're actually marrying him. Katsuki exhales, turning his back to you to hide his strawberry colored cheeks.

"Now you're together forever!" you sister raves, dancing on her tip toes with satisfaction.

Maybe that was the moment she bound you two together with some unknown magical force, or it was a mere coincidence. The sappy part of your young brain believed in fairytales and chose to believe she was weaving your golden string to him, binding you two for life.

───

Leftovers - Middle School

”Yo, brats! Come eat already so I can get the hell outta here,” Katsuki called from your doorway. He’d come by with leftovers from his mom for you and your sister, since your own mom was working later that day. The two of you were still…friends? You weren’t sure. Being in seventh grade and all, he started acting like you weren’t cool enough for him. He did the same to Izuku, starting to ditch the two of you for other kids in class to hang out with at lunch or walk home with. Did it hurt your feelings? Absolutely. But you didn’t own him, he was allowed to have other friends, even if it did suck to see him less outside of class.

“Coming!” you called back, skipping down the hallway with your sister in tow. She happily ran into the entryway, hugging Katsuki by the waist. She was taller now, but still much smaller than him as a fourth grader.

“Hiya Katsu!” she gleamed up at him, rubbing her face against his uniform jacket.

He grunted, uncomfortable with her sudden affection and poking her in the forehead to release her grip. “Let go, squirt!”

He turned his attention to you as your sister finally let go of him. “Here, take these. I gotta get to practice.”

”Thank you! Tell your mom we said hi.”

“Yeah, whatever.”

You hand the containers to your sister as she wanders off to the table. Before Katsuki opens the door, you tap him on the shoulder.

“Hey, are you alright?”

He scoffs at your question. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You just seem distant lately. Wanna come by sometime for a movie marathon?” you ask, tilting your head and giving him a warm smile.

“We’re not kids anymore. Got better stuff to do.”

Ouch, that stung. Your smile fades away as you reply. “Well…I know. I just miss hanging out with you.”

“You have Deku an’ that other group of bitches you hang out with, ya don’t need me.” His harsh comment has notes of jealousy intertwined in his words. He goes to put his hand on the door again before you take a step forward to stop him.

“Kat, they’re not a replacement for you. You’ve got your own friends now, too since you’re on the soccer team. You’re saying we can’t hang out 'cause we have different friends?”

He glares at you before pushing past you and pulling on the front door.

“Hey!” your sister shouts from the dining area. “Katsu, that’s not nice. My royal guard doesn't act like that!” She’s always thought of Katsuki as a guard since your elementary school playground days.

“Cut the shit! We’re not kids anymore!” Katsuki rebuttals with a growl of frustration.

He makes eye contact with you. “We’ve grown apart, end of fuckin’ story. Get over it.”

He slams your front door closed and leaves you standing in the entryway, your eyes stinging from the urge to cry. You feel a small gust of wind rush by as your sister is sprinting to the door, throwing it open and running outside without shoes on.

“Hey!” She calls after Katsuki. “Get your butt back here, Katsu!”

He turns on his heel. “Hah?!”

She stomps on the ground, fists balled at her sides. “Apologize to her!”

Katsuki cackles, a little too manically. “For what, brat?”

“You’re being a mean jerk to her! She doesn’t deserve to be yelled at like that. Friends are friends forever, idiot!” she yells, her cheeks puffed and eyebrows scrunched together.

You can’t help but stifle a laugh at her calling Katsuki an idiot and turn your head to hide your amusement.

”That’s not who you are, Katsu. That’s not how you treat your princess!”

He pinches the bridge of his nose and screws his eyes shut in annoyance, exhaling dramatically. He locks his gaze on you, storming back up to the doorway. He roughly ruffles your sister’s hair as he passes by her as a pseudo apology. Katsuki sucks the air through his teeth and shoves his fists in his pockets as he stops in front of you.

“Look, ‘m sorry for yellin’, okay?” he sighs, kicking a foot against the pavement. “I'll come over Saturday, we’ll have that movie day ya wanted.”

"You don't need to if you feel forced to hang out with me." Your eyes shift to your feet to avoid looking at his reaction.

" 's fine. I'll be here at noon, don't pick anything lame."

With that, he turns to leave for a second time in silence. You watch him disappear around the corner and can't help but feel like a burden for asking him to make time for you. As if reading your mind, your sister shakes you out of the negative train of thought while walking back to the house.

“Don’t worry about him, he’s just being a dumb boy. That’s what my teacher says when boys are mean for no reason.” She grins a toothy smile up at you and grabs your hand. “Come on! Foods getting cold!”

Katsuki rounded the corner and waited to be out of sight before palming his face in anger. He had no idea why he said those things to you. None of it was true, especially that you’d grown apart. If anything, he was jealous of your friends and missed seeing you all the time. But he couldn’t bring himself to say so, like always. Ever since middle school started, he’d harbored some unknown rage inside of him that lashed out every chance it could. He hated it and didn’t know what to do to stop it - hence trying out for the soccer team, looking for an outlet for the pent up emotions in his body.

Katsuki secretly hoped you wouldn’t end up despising him for it. Even after all this time, he still thinks of you whenever he sees a patch of daisies.

Maybe one day he’d be brave enough to tell you about it.

───

Running Late - High School

The front door to your home opens as Katsuki slips inside, kicking his loafers off by the door. Your younger sister peaks over the kitchen counter while spreading jam over her toast and nods in his direction.

"Hey Katsu, pretty sure she's still asleep upstairs," she calls, rolling her eyes. "I tried to get her up three times, maybe you'll have better luck."

It was hard to believe that she was already in her freshmen year of high school - shit, it’s crazy that you and Katsuki were seniors. The age of playground days and summer adventures went by in the blink of an eye.

He makes his way to the kitchen island, leaning over to ruffle your sister’s hair - some things never change.

"Thanks, bean. I'll get her ass movin’."

“Stooop! You’ll mess up my hair!” She whines as she pulls away, fixing a few stray pieces of her fluffy mane.

“Ya look fine, don’t sweat it,” he compliments while heading for the staircase. He makes his way to your bedroom on the second floor. The door is surprisingly cracked open - he taps on the doorframe to grab your attention.

“Come in,” you call, lying on your bed facing the wall above the covers while scrolling on your phone. You presume it’s your sister until a soft kiss is planted on your cheek.

“Mornin’ sweets,” Katsuki whispers, rubbing your shoulder to turn you to face him. He sits on the edge of your bed beside you. “You wanna be late for our last first day of high school?”

You shift to sit up and drop your phone to your bed, reaching to cradle his face in your hands.

“No, I just wanted to steal a few kisses first,” you mumble as your lips quietly meet his. Katsuki places one hand on your cheek while the other lightly grazes your back. After a few moments, the two of you part with a soft smack. You stand and straighten up your uniform skirt, flattening a few of the panels to work out any stray creases.

“Do I look okay?” You ask, spinning around for Katsuki and showing off your uniform. Your hair was pulled into a pretty ponytail with a few pieces framing your face. The only make up you had on was some lip gloss - you valued sleeping in over doing a minimalist makeup look today.

“Y’always look good,” he sighs, standing to his feet. “Let’s get movin’ before bean suspects somethin’.”

You hadn’t told your sister about your relationship with Katsuki. Sure, you guys had been friends since you were children and he’s always around…how would she know the difference?

The two of you patter down the hallway and skip down the stairs to the kitchen. Your sister is waiting for the two of you, arms crossed and tapping one foot impatiently.

“Finally! Get your damn shoes on,” she orders while pushing you toward the door. She does a double take at Katsuki while you’re putting on your shoes, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Katsu…are you wearing lipgloss?”

Oops.

Katsuki’s searching for something to say as his face glows scarlet. He puts a hand on the back of his neck and turns away, grumbling while attempting to hide his embarrassment.

“Oh come on, you two. I knew you guys started dating months ago. You think I didn’t notice?”

You spin around to face her, cheeks puffed and eyebrows scrunched. “You never said anything?!”

She laughs, walking up to Katsuki and placing a hand on his shoulder.

“If you ever hurt her, Katsuki, I’ll knock your lights out. I know where you sleep,” she threatens, grinning mischievously. Katsuki pulls her into a headlock, ruffling her hair a second time.

“Deal, but I plan on stayin’ alive.” He lets her go, chuckling as he smooths out the pieces of hair he messed with.

Seeing the two of them get along never fails to make your heart swell with joy. Katsuki has always treated her like his own sister - one that he could easily give back at the end of every day, anyways.

She turns with a huff with her hands in the air.

“You both have my blessing, you should know that. I didn’t marry you two in a sandbox for nothing!”

───

Today Was A Fairytale - Current Day

“It’s an honor to be doing this for a second time. You’re in luck, my vocabulary has grown exponentially since our sandbox days.”

There’s a wave of laughter through the crowd at your sister’s lighthearted joke. You can’t help but smile as Katsuki’s fingers dance across the back of your hand to regather your attention.

God, he looks so damn handsome in that tux. His usual wild hair is slicked back and tamed - an extremely rare sight. Carmine eyes stare back at you, full of devotion and excitement for this next chapter in your fairytale.

“By the power vested in me, and these people as my witness, I pronounce you two as king and queen of the kingdom!”

Friends and family alike cheer and whistle as you and Katsuki intertwine, kissing each other for the first time as husband and wife. He spins you around and dips you low, kissing the tip of your nose playfully.

“I love you,” he mouths, a silent profession of adoration - reserved just for you.

The two of you strut down the aisle to the dance floor in the reception hall, the DJ already queuing the first dance song. Katsuki gently tugs you by the waist, pulling you closer to him as he begins to sway side to side when the music begins to fill the room. You rest your head against his chest and get lost in the moment.

Right now, the world belongs to the two of you. Every worry, struggle, and hardship is stripped away from your lives to give you the peace you deserve.

There’s one thought that lingers in your mind as you catch a glimpse of your teary-eyed sister watching you from the corner of the dance floor, latched onto Izuku’s arm for support.

She tied that golden string with an unbreakable knot.

tags 💥 @slayfics @maddietries @queenpiranhadon

[matchadobo]

KIDD; overheard

wc: 2768

summary: kidd overhead virgin!freader moaning out his name

warning/s: nsfw🔞, fem reader, v1brators, first-time-s3x, cooming inside, cunnilingus, thr0at fucking, fluff in the end

you never had sex. you're a virgin. and kidd respects that. kidd had been courting you because you insist on doing it the traditional way. he just likes you so much he does sacrifices for you. he's not the type of guy who'd go through such lengths for a girl, but with you, man he'd do anything to let him love you.

you wouldn't expect that a man of his stature wouldn't talk you into having sex when you two started getting romantically involved. kidd was, of course, not a virgin. a man like him, who's built like a fucking fridge, who's tongue brings him so many places, who's charisma is unparalleled, and his overflowing sex appeal. you admit that your boyfriend is hot, and you want to know what i feels to bed him someday. he's perfectly aware of your situation and he gaves you free reign of your sexual status, he never forces you to go all the way. it's just all about touching between the both of you.

it's mostly on kidd's end when we talk about containing it. especially when you don't fix up yourself around him on domestic days. or when you don a pretty little dress.

you'd be fooling yourself if you don't wanna do more than touching and kissing with him. each time he takes his shirt off and his happy trail shows. how his muscles flex when he's reaching over something high or hugging you. you can't help but be curious of how it'd feel if he have his way with you.

so that one night where curiosity won over you, you decided to buy a vibrator since you can't find it in you to ask the guy that's been courting you and you who has been constantly insisting on taking things slow. once you're all alone, you discarded your clothes and lied on his bed. you were staying with him for the night. you could've done it in your place but, the scent of his cologne on his sheets and the sight of his things made you more aroused.

as you spread yourself on the bed, you don't know the first thing about vibrators. all you knew was how badly you wanted him, how you imagine him doing the stimulation and not this expensive fucking vibrating rod. as you felt the splurge of pleasure, you were out of this world. your eyes rolled at the back of your head and your mouth muttered his name with the filthiest intent.

little did you know, kidd was on his way back to his place. he just got off the elevator and is walking toward his unit with a handful of takeout for your date night. he was exhausted from work today and all he wanted to do was come home to you and feel you. not fully aware of your act.

"y'all fuck yet?" heat asked over the phone. kidd tsked through the call.

"if that's what the hell you're gonna talk about i'll block you." he almost hit the end call if it weren't for killer taking over.

"listen, we're just iffy about this courting thing. you always start your relationships with fucking or something." killer calmly retorted. "plus, it's been three months and you two are kind of a blur, aye? don't you think it's time to take a step much higher?"

"let me tell you freaks somethin': name is the most precious angel that ever crossed this earth, ya hear me? she ain't some whore i chase to keep my cock warm. i want to have somethin' special with her, cuz hey, she's one special lady herself." he took a deep breath before continuing, fishing out his keycard from his wallet. "ain't it enough reason to wait it out? i imagine sex with her like a good ol' scotch, aye? longer you wait, tastier it gets. i know she couldn't resist me either, the way those eyes linger ain't a wholesome thing. all the more reason the sex'll be so fuckin' sweet once she's ready." he emphasized on the last three words.

you were too lost in the glee of the stimulation, you didn't even hear the beep of his door as he got inside. as kidd settled his stuff down and calmed down by his couch, he started to wonder where you are. he roamed around his unit to find you, only to hear faint noises of your voices. they sounded like whimpers so he started getting worried and hurried to find where the sound was coming from.

he felt his dick tighten in his pants when he heard you moaning out his name loud and clear. his grasp on the plastic bag carrying your food tightened, he swallowed a hard lump down his throat. he couldn't resist barging in on you.

he would nut right then and there. when he saw you wide open right before him, you reached your climax just as he went in. your scream resounding in the room. so you sat frozen with your legs spread, one hand on the vibrator while the other played with your tits. you stopped immediately and hid yourself under his sheets, your face flushed red in sheer embarrassment. "w-what the hell?! i-i- what the fuck are you doing here, kidd?!"

he sighed before saying, "in case you didn't know; this is my room," he pulled his shirt over his head, walking a step closer to you. "and you're naked," he unbuckled his belt, getting even closer to you. "wide open." he kicked his pants away the floor, crawling by the bed. "moaning my name unbefitting of a cute little thing such as yourself." he pulled the sheets you were covering yourself with. "this much is fuckin' rich coming from someone who insists on taking it slow. your words bit you back in the ass, aye?"

you were flushed red at his proximity, your eyes shakily alternating between his. "i-i wasn't..."

"wasn't what? fucking yourself with that thing and imagining i was ramming into you?" he cocked a brow, canines tugging by his lower lip. "baby, hadn't i told you that you can just tell me if you wanna give it a go? i'm more than happy to teach ya," he gave your cheeks a soft caress.

his big hands trailed down your jaw, fingers tracing the edge of your face, down to the column of your neck until he wrapped his hands around your it and pulled you closer. eliciting a moan out of you, his grin widening. "aren't you a filthy, little slut too?"

he kissed you on your open mouth, the grip on your neck tightening. "what were you thinking about, hm?" he pressed the vibrator closer to your clit after flicking the button on. "was i too hot for you? you want me to fuck you up so bad, huh? stretch this tight, little thing wide, fucking, open." he pressed foreheads with you after licking your lips.

all you could do was pout and curl up your brows, your eyes rolling at the back of your head as you didn't even know what kind of high you're in right now. "nghh- kidd- please...!" you bit your lip, clawing at his arms.

"please what? i can stop." he gently whispered against your ear. "i can take care of mine just fine you know." he gestured to his bulging length underneath his brief. you felt yourself choke at the act, imagining how he'd be like.

"n-no!" you responded, squirming under him. he hasn't discarded the vibrator but only made it even more extreme. "k-keep going... i-i want to go all the way, okay?"

"aye." he nodded, giving you a long, wet kiss before turning the vibrator off. he ducked his head down and placed soft, gentle kisses on your inner thighs, teasing your sopping cunt by his stippled pecks. "ready?" he stared at you, his hot breath tickling your folds. you nodded with pressed lips, bracing yourself with his tongue.

he languidly dragged his tongue down the line of your folds, not breaking eye contact as he watch you squirm with only just his tongue. how you sound so much like a slut just for him. he pulled your hips closer, drowning his face within your opening and the flesh of your thighs. he hummed through you as a response to your moans, vibrations pumping through your veins. he took it a notch higher and slid a finger in. you were becoming limp at this point.

but you wanted to please him too, you want to help him with that tent in his pants. so once you pushed his head deeper and you pulled on his hair, you came in his mouth. he sipped in your juices, slurping in your cum.

"c-can i please you too?" you looked up at him with pleading eyes.

"i was just about to say that." he stood up on the bed, holding your jaw by his hands. "go ahead, love."

you hesitantly raise your hands, still looking at him. your fingers crept on his waistbands, sliding them off. his pulsating length sprung out, dripping with precum. you couldn't help but act surprise at the size of him even though you already know that he's phenomenally huge. he would already cum right then and there when he saw the enormous difference between the size of him to your face, how your eyes try to fathom how you'd fit that in your mouth and in your cunt.

you start to wrap your cold fingers around him, a gasp escaping him at your contact. you pumped unsurely, from his flushed head down to his veiny shaft. you opened your mouth and gave a kitten lick by his head, keeping an eye on him before swallowing him whole. he was so huge you gagged when you were just by the half of him.

his hands found its way to the sides of your head as he pushed his length further in your throat, relishing on the warmth of your mouth. you dug your nails by the skin of his hips, eyes watering at the impact of the head of his length touching the back of your throat. he grunted as he tried to restrain himself to let you adjust.

once you let go with a pop, strings of saliva trailed from his head to your lips. there were scattered drools on your lips, you wiped it with the back of your palm. "w-wait, i- you're too big." you giggled shyly, tucking your hair by your ear.

"yeah? sure you can handle it?" he rubbed your chin between his thumb and index, studying your expressions. "i assure you, it will be a lot fucking bigger inside you."

you gulped deeply, face heating up. so you cleared your throat, and prepped yourself to do it once more. you slowly got used to bobbing your head back and forth, the friction of your lips gliding across the surface of his veiny length. as your saliva coated his shaft, it became more slippery and easier to slide in your mouth.

kidd was cursing out words each time his cock slipped in and out of your mouth. he pushed himself further, despite your protests of drumming his hips. he pulled on your hair tightly, fucking your mouth in an unforgiving pace. once he came in your mouth, he left it there for a while, his cum dripping down your throat. you had to catch your breath as residue of cum and drool littered your chin.

he sat down before you,"for a beginner, you're goddamn amazing." he placed a kiss on your forehead then to you lips. as he kissed you fervently; his hands went from choking your neck, squeezing your tits with his palms, and rubbing on your clit as he spread your wetness from your cunt to your inner thighs. "let me spread you up for the finale." he mumbled against your open mouth which elicited breathy moans. his thigh and shoulder provided support for your frame as he fingered you open.

your hand reached over his cheek, looking at him with the most vulnerable gaze. he memorized how sinful you looked for him, how your eyes begged for more and how your mouth uttered the neediest response from his stimulation.

you pressed your forehead by his cheek as you approached your climax, clawing at his arms. he watched how your cunt clenched around his fingers at each curl and spread. you ended up breathless after you came.

but he didn't give you any chance to pause and compose yourself, he lied you down the mattress and knelt before your body. he gave his length a few pumps after spitting on it, he teased his meat on your soaking cunt; savoring how you furrow your brows and gawk at him. he spread your legs by your inner thighs, pushing your hips toward his so you two could be very close. kidd leaned down and pressed foreheads with you, "i'm putting it in, aye?" he asked for permission and you hummed. he gave your nose a little kiss before sliding himself in slowly.

"f-fuck...!" he stuttered, breathless at the tightness of your innocent cunt. he could slide in without any pain from his or your end, your walls just clench around him a lot. you too were drooling and too lost at the fullness of his cock, he's way too huge for you to fathom. "if you keep clenching like that i'm not gonna last, love. i haven't even been fully in." he panted, smiling against your cheek.

once he fully got settled, the head of his cock reached your cervix; that's how big he is. after adjusting, he began moving back and forth. it took everything in him to do it slowly, he wanted to fuck you stupid in a harsh pace. you reached for his neck, slowly lling him down to kiss him. "i-it hurts, b-baby. i-i it feels sore." you said in between kisses. "b-but don't stop, i-it feels amazing too." you smiled meekly, a single tear falling at the corner of your eye.

kidd felt motivated to refine his performance, your words were like a brush on his shoulder. he kissed your tears away before saying, "i know, bunny. i promise to only let you feel the good part, hm?"

as you fist the sheets and his grip on your waist tightened, you two slowly found rhythm. kidd adored how pleasured you look right now, to the point that you don't know what to do with yourself. you played with your tits, sucked on his fingers, clawed on his arms, covered your face with the pillows, and clutched your tummy as you grew near. he was doing all of that to you and it was the biggest turn on for him. he reached over to hold your face in his hand, then he rubbed on your lips, and finally wrapped his hands around your neck. you swallowed at the constriction on your throat, his firm hand holding you in place. his other hand was holding your leg that was swung on top of his shoulder. "you close?" he asked, hips unceasing.

you nodded, your eyes becoming swollen at the amount of tears you let out. "me too, baby. i-i'm- ngh fuck!" he too was lost for words, he felt you clench again around him, you felt him throb inside you; the vibration coursing through your veins. "do you want me to p-pull out?"

you didn't know either. it was your first time and you know the risks. but it was kidd. you want him to release inside, to keep you warm, to let his cum drip down your cunt. so you shook your head and pulled him by the neck. "cum inside, release all of it."

from your words, he came right then and there, shooting up ropes of cum inside your womb. "if we're gonna have brats, i'm done for." he panted with his forehead resting on your shoulder.

"me too, mini versions of you are a headache." you giggled a bit, kissing his ear.

"can i just stay inside?" he lied gently beside you, "you just feel so good and i want to sleep like this."

another tear streamed down your cheeks, what a goddamn softie. you nodded turning your back on him and placing your hand above his which was resting atop your stomach. "i'm glad you're my first." you blurted out, blushing afterward.

"i'm glad you're my last, shortcake."

you gave him a glare but he just giggled.

one last hc before i wage war with my exams 🥺 this is for tHE FREAKSSS 🤪🫣

[herotome]

Devlog #123

Hi-ho, Wudge here.

So... it's out! If you somehow haven't heard despite my modest-yet-incessant marketing efforts, Herotome's Super Demo is now out on itch.io!

People seem to really enjoy the game. My notifications are blowing up. Everything seems to be going really well - it's all coming up Wudge, one might say!

Which means it's time to talk about 𝓜𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓵 𝓘𝓵𝓵𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓼.~

Y'all weren't expecting that one, were ya? Boom, baby! Haha!!!

So, let me know if this sounds familiar: I spend most of my waking moments worrying that something bad is going to happen. I'm perpetually waiting for the other shoe to drop. (Thank you to @hummingbird-games for reminding me that idiom exists, and taking it in good humor when I excitedly babbled that "YES! It's like there's this giant centipede with shoes in my ceiling and I'm convinced I hear him walking around and someday, someday he's gonna throw all his shoes at me like that one guy did to George Bush--!"

...I'm worried that someone is going to find a reason to be rightfully angry with me. I'm worried that, through the mortifying ordeal of being known, I will be punished with the harrowing gauntlet of rejection and misery. I worry that, any day now, I'm going to get a random half-thought-out message that obliterates my heart into smithereens and kills me on the spot. I am a sea slug, cautiously edging a tendril into the light and praying not to be noticed by the eldritch fish above that will devour me in a single gulp.

I find myself flinching even when there isn't a blow coming.

Putting out a piece of yourself for the public to consume is really fucking terrifying. I did it anyway, which is cool of me, but I want to make it known that there is not eternal bliss and satisfaction and rose petals on the other side. Is this better than my cave of solitude and darkness I emerged from? I think so. But I'm still perpetually scared, as Toby Fox might once have described it, "like a small dog startled by a thunder storm."

I'm still really tired, too.

I don't write this to complain; I'm conscious that some people are now looking up to me and the way I do things, and I want to be transparent. I don't want anyone to think I'm perfect or have always been perfect and will always be perfect, or that I've ~found happiness~.

I'm not. I have never been. I will never be. I haven't.

But I'm okay, at least. I'm okay and I'll be okay, and I'm grateful to you all. Every single one of you. Thank you for not submitting me to the harrowing gauntlet of rejection and misery…yet.  :^)

Alright what's the takeaway here. Uhm.

Be yourself! Follow your dreams! Never give up!!!

That's sincerely what I'm trying to do. It's a challenge every single day; I have to choose Herotome every single day (something something married to my own game blah blah blah). It is worth it. And I believe in you - assuming you're not a cannibal or a murder or, worst of all, a plagiarist (gasp!) or anything else terrible and bad - I believe in you. (… But honestly, I'd believe in you if you were a bad person too, I'd believe in you to continue to do bad things but I'd hope that you'll stop and turn yourself in to the proper authorities lmao…)

… I went on a weird tangent again…

I don’t know if any of this is making sense. Maybe it will be insightful to someone out there, maybe it won't.

I uh, did some writing for the next part of the game, and I plan on working on some character expressions today in honor of my Ko-Fi donators.

Oh, and there's gonna be a stream on Wednesday 10pm Pacific. I'll be there! Come say hi and please don't squish me!

… Yeah that's all I can think of writing for now. I absolutely wish you all the best with every speck of love I have in my current flesh prison.

Tata for now. Stay safe and keep warm,

Wudge.

[seventeenficsformalereader]

Best Friends? ;Woohao

Wonwoo is in love with his best friend, M/N, and decides to distance himself from him to get rid of his feelings. Meanwhile he gets a new friend, Minghao, which Wonwoo introduces to M/N. What Wonwoo doesn't know, is that Minghao falls for M/N too.

Contains: male X male X male, mentions of family issues, homophobia, fighting (Wonwoo gets hurt slightly), some angst, bad words/cursing, underage drinking, alcohol, mentions of alcohol, mentions of drugs, bullying (M/N gets bullied because it's funny),

Genre: Fluff, Angst

~Not requested but 100 follower special~

High School AU

A/N: Thank you so much again for 100 followers and maybe someday i'll get 200! Who knows? But i am so happy for this and i love you all so much for showing your love for my writing and this motivates me to keep writing! Thank you all and enjoy reading!

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Wonwoo POV:

I felt my lips curl up into a smile while i was looking through my gallery. There was a certain folder for photos that i have captured. But they aren't just some random photos that i have moved to the folder, no. They are photos of M/N. So many memories of him. I keep looking at the photo where we are at the beach. He was about to go swimming and the sun hit his skin perfectly, making it shine. His perfect body looking even more perfect with his smooth skin under the sunlight.

I wish he could've stayed longer at my place today, but he had to go study for the upcoming exam. I understand him though. His grades aren't that good and if he fails this test, he might actually have to be held back. I kept looking at the photos. I wish i could hold him right now. Have him next to me, cuddle while watching movies. It would be a dream come true. If only he was here with me still...

Which made me look at the time. 1.35 am... I better get some sleep.

~The next day at school~

M/N POV:

I was sitting in front of the door to our classroom, when i spotted Wonwoo. He was wearing his usual white headphones and he had a smile on his face as he was looking at his phone. I wondered about what he was smiling at, but brushed it off when he walked up to me. "Good morning" He said as he sat next to me and put his phone away. "Morning" I answered, but after that i remained silent. I was still a bit sleepy because i didn't get much sleep last night, but i was happy to hear that Wonwoo slept well. Or i believe he did, given his energetic looking eyes behind his glasses.

"Did you study for long last night? You look tired" Wonwoo asked, looking a bit worried. "I stopped studying at about 11 pm, but i couldn't go to sleep yet, because of my parents. They were fighting... again" I said the last part quietly, so other people around us wouldn't hear it. "I get it." He stayed quiet for a bit before speaking "Would you like to come over tonight? It's Friday so i thought you would want to" I thought about it for a moment. "Sounds fun, i'm in!" I said and smiled slightly. We walked into the classroom and sat down on our spots.

Unfortunately, when the teacher picked our seats, me and Wonwoo didn't get to sit next to each other, but i'm fine with sitting next to Joshua. He's from LA or something but he's a cool guy.

~After class~

I walked out of the classroom and started complaining to Wonwoo about everything. The previous class, the next class, the whole school.. But he seemed to be understanding and threw a couple comments and agreements here and there as i spoke. Wonwoo and I walked in the hallway towards our next class, but i suddenly felt a foot kicking the back of my knee and making me fall forward.

"What the hell?" I exclaimed in annoyance and when i turned around, i saw no one else but Lee Hae Kwan. (Just a random name, no one specific) He had been a little full of himself always and his way of thinking is that the whole world is above him, and he is the king. I think it's pretty childish, and i am not the only one who thinks that way, but he doesn't seem to get it.

He let out a laugh when i got annoyed and the rest of his "gang" laughed along. Wonwoo helped me up and looked at Hae Kwan angrily. "Oh is the little gay boy gonna cry? Maybe you can cry at your little boyfriend here" He and the rest laughed again. "This is seriously getting out of hand. You need to calm down." I said as i regained my balance, grabbing my back pack and putting it on again. "How dare you tell me what to do? If we weren't in school i would beat your ass!" He raised his voice a little "Are you afraid of getting detention?" Wonwoo questioned and shook his head slightly. "What? NO! I'm just concerned about your little boyfriend who might not be able to walk anymore after i snap his legs in half!" He said and walked away past us with the rest of the "gang", pushing me off from the way.

"I wonder when he realizes that he is the most childish person ever." I said quietly and then continued walking towards our class. "I'm sorry you have to go through that... But i'm right here for you, okay?" Wonwoo said comfortingly as he grabbed and squeezed my hand a little, before letting go. I smiled slightly at the nice and comforting action.

~Time skip, after school~

Wonwoo POV:

When i got home, i immediately ran upstairs to my room and started cleaning it up, so it wouldn't be so messy. I know that M/N doesn't mind it when my room is a mess, but i want it to look good for him, and maybe i want to seem like a clean person for him.

For him... Sounds funny when you think about it. I'm doing all this for him. I should not have these feelings for him, i shouldn't. We have been best friends since forever... I can't afford to lose him after everything we have gone through.

i stopped cleaning, and was about to grab my phone to text M/N not to come, but i heard the doorbell ring suddenly, so it's too late for that now.

I also heard my mother open the door for him, and i quickly rushed downstairs, so my mom wouldn't embarrass me somehow like she always does. As i got downstairs, i shooed my mom away. I greeted M/N and grabbed his arm, pulling him up to my room quickly. I heard him let out a laugh as i did so, and i suddenly felt embarrassed, but i didn't let go of his arm as i still kept pulling him upstairs. I let go of him when we made it to my room, and i closed the door.

"I have a surprise" M/N suddenly noted, and i couldn't help but be curious. "What is it?" I questioned as i sat down on the edge of my bed. He opened the plastic back he was holding, and it had 2 six packs of beer inside. "i was thinking that maybe we can go out tonight and have a little party of our own." He said as he set the plastic bag down. My mouth was wide open and my eyes wide. "Where did you get those?" I asked him and when i saw his little guilty face, i decided that he probably doesn't want to answer. "I mean it's Friday, we don't have school tomorrow.. Why not" I said and smile slightly. I was so happy to see him smile at my agreement, and it made me smile even more.

Eventually night came, and my parents went to bed at 11 pm. But now it was 1 am and we were ready to go out. "Make sure your phone is charged" M/N mentioned and i looked at the battery of my phone. "Yup! 78%" I said and he smile. "Great! Let's get going then." I opened the window of my room and slowly climbed out. M/N handed me my back pack, his own and the beers, before climbing out too.

He took his stuff and then slowly climbed off the roof. I followed after him and we both made it to the ground safely. "should we go to that one flowery garden where we aren't supposed to be allowed, but the owner doesn't give a fuck?" M/N asked me and i only nodded. I have never done anything like this. It was new to me, but i enjoyed the thrill of all this. The feeling of getting caught was present at all times, but i felt good.

We eventually got to the garden and we climbed over the locked gates and sat on the middle of it. M/N pulled out two beers from the bag, handing me one and taking one for himself. He opened it immediately, but i hesitated. M/N looked at me concerned. "Never drank beer before?" He asked and i nodded slightly. He chuckled.

"Go on then. Try it, it's good!" He said as he kept drinking it. I opened the can and too a sip and my face twisted to confusion and disgust at the same time "what do you think?" M/N asked and had a slight smirk on his face. "It's.. weird. I have never tasted anything like this before, but i guess it's drinkable." I said and M/N laughed slightly.

"I'm glad you at least tasted. If you don't want to drink it, it's fine." HE said as a reminder, but i shook my head. "It's okay, i can drink it." I answered and sipped on the beer again.

~Time skip~

It was currently 4 am? 5 am? I wasn't sure about it. My phone battery had died and so has M/N's personal battery. He had his head rested on my lap as he was scrolling through his phone. We were sitting in a park on the grass and more and more people started to pass by. There were some people who were walking their dogs, running, on a walk or jogging.

I looked down and saw M/N slowly put his phone down and he looked at me. I couldn't help but smile when he stared up at me. I know i shouldn't be feeling this way, but he looked so handsome when the morning sun hit his face in a perfect angle, making his smooth skin look more beautiful than ever. He slowly lifted his head and sat up, stretching his limbs. He had drank at least 8 beers during the night. I, myself, had 3, so i wasn't that drunk. But M/N was, and still were. He opened the last beer and was about to drink it, but i stopped him. "Maybe you have had enough. And there are some people who might know that you are underage and might call the cops on us or something." I said as i snatched the beer from him and pouring it on the grass, emptying the can and putting it back inside the plastic bag. "Fine, whatever." He mumbled as he stood up, taking a hold of a nearby tree so his balance would stay.

I got up too and then helped him walk to a bench in the park. We sat down on it and he let out a huff. "Tonight was fun, even if i don't remember some parts from it" M/N said and chuckled slightly after. "Yeah, it sure was. Maybe we should head back to my place. My parents will probably wonder where i am if they see i'm not in my room. And my phone battery died so we have to go."

"Will you get me something to eat from the store before we go back?" M/N asked and smiled slightly at me. "sure, let's go" I grabbed his shoulder with my other hand and i took a hold of his hand with my other as i helped him stay balanced. He could still walk, but it would look pretty weird if he did try to actually. We managed to get to the small store in the corner of the street, and walked inside.

I immediately took a bottle of water. I saw M/N take some chips and a chocolate bar. He walked to me and placed the items in my hand. "Could you please pay? I don't have my wallet" He asked and looked up at me. I couldn't say no to him, even if i wanted to, which i didn't. I would do anything he ever asks of me. I really gotta get myself together. I can't love him, it's wrong.

We went to the cash register and i paid for the stuff. "Is your friend alright?" The cashier asked and i turned to look at M/N, who was staring at the small toys and laughing at them. "Uhh.. he probably just needs some sleep." I answered and grabbed the stuff, then M/N and walked out of the store.

We got back to my place and i somehow managed to get a drunk person to the roof and inside my room through the window, without him falling.

M/N immediately laid on my bed and closed his eyes. "Ugh it's so soft!" He said as he hugged one of my pillows.I let out a chuckle and gave him the bottle of water. "Here, drink this. You need it" I said and he sat up and drank some of the water that i bought. "Mm it tastes so good!" He said happily and he set the bottle on the nightstand before laying down and closing his eyes. "Good night" I said as i turned around on my chair to look at the PC. I hear a humming sound from behind me, and then i start playing.

~Time skip to Monday again~

M/N POV:

I was running on the streets, quicker than i even knew i could. I had a reason for this. Today at school, Wonwoo wasn't being his usual self. He was more distant. He looked really uncomfortable and uneasy whenever i tried to talk to him. Every time i tried to talk to him, he didn't even react. He was just on his phone, pretending to ignore me. I wonder if he's mad at me for the drinking... no he can't be. I never pressured him to drink.. I need to know what's going on. But not now. The reason i am running is-

"WHOA!" i was pulled into an alleyway. "You really think you can run away from us?" Hae Kwan said and one of his gang members held me in place. I stayed silent, thinking that maybe they won't beat me to death if i just stayed quiet. Hae Kwan walked towards me and grabbed my chin. "I asked a question." He stated and let go of my chin before taking a step back. "Fuck off." I tried to stop myself from saying anything, but failed miserably. "Oh? The little fairy boy has some nerve doesn't he?" I wanted to attack him. Punch him, kick him, make him suffer in the most horrible way possible. If only i wasn't being held in place by two people, then i would do it.

Hae Kwan let out a laugh, then stepped out of the way and nodded. One of his "peasants" waked closer to me and punched my stomach hard. I let out a breathy groan and the two people who previously held me let me go and i fell to the ground, holding my stomach in pain. The person who kicked me lifted my head by my hair and kicked me in the face. I felt my nose start to bleed and Hae Kwan walked to me and grabbed my hair too before harshly slamming my head against the ground and then kicking my stomach again. I felt like i couldn't breathe and i held my stomach and nose in pain.

"HEY!" Hae Kwan and the others heard someone and they decided to run off, not wanting anyone to know it was them. The said person ran up to me and pulled me into a tight hug. "Wonwoo?" I asked and i lifted my bloody face to look up at him. "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry that i wasn't here when you needed it! I'm so so sorry!" He apologized many ties but i shushed him. "It's not your fault. And i'm sorry for anything i did! I felt like you were mad at me for something because you were so distant in school today. But i actually would understand why you are mad-" "I'm not mad at you, okay?" I looked at him and he helped me up. "Thanks" I said and saw some movement and turned to look at the person who was standing there. "Oh right! This is Minghao. I met him after you left my place. My mom told me to go to the store to buy some stuff and we bumped into each other accidentally and then started talking and- you know what, i don't think you care" Wonwoo said and let out a laugh.

"Hey! I'm M/N. Nice to meet you!" I reached my hand out for Minghao to grab it. He shyly took my hand in his and shook it. "Nice to meet you too." He said and put his hand back in his pocket.

Minghao POV:

When Wonwoo introduced M/N to me, i couldn't help but feel my heart flutter. His hair looking so clean and soft, and his smooth skin looking perfect in the sunlight. I wanted to smile at the sight of him, but i held back. I couldn't help but stare at him. Is it even possible for someone to look that hot or am i dreaming? I swear i have never seen anyone like him. Someone who is so perfect in every way and- My thoughts were stopped when he gestured for me to shake his hand. "Hey! I'm M/N. Nice to meet you!" My cheeks turned a slight color of pink after hearing his voice, but i quickly composed myself and shook his hand.

M/N POV:

The rest of the school week went pretty fast. Me, Minghao and Wonwoo became great friends and we already had a couple inside jokes among the three of us. It was Saturday currently, and we were all at my house, because my parents were out for the whole weekend. They told me not to have any friends over, but i never listen to them anyway.

We were all chilling in the living room, listening to some music and talking now and then, but most of the time we were on our phones. Suddenly Minghao got an idea. "Should we go out? Like just hand around and do something? Maybe we can get some spray cans and spray some walls!" He said excitedly, and i lifted my head from the couch cushion. "That sounds great!" I answered almost immediately, but i saw Wonwoo hesitating. "But it's illegal. We could get in some serious trouble for it." Wonwoo said, a tiny concern evident on his quiet voice. "It's only illegal if we get caught" Minghao said and got up. "I think we have some spray cans in our garage. Let me go find them real quick." I got up and started to walk to our garage, but Minghao stopped me "I'll go with you!" He said and i nodded.

Minghao POV:

Me and M/N walked into the garage to find some spray paint cans and i couldn't help but stare at his back when he walked in front of me. I wanted to grab his hips, pull him close to me and kiss his neck. I was fighting the urge to do it actually. We got to the garage and started searching for the spray paint cans.

I couldn't help but stare at M/N as he was searching. His body looked so good even when he was wearing over sized clothes. His face looked so handsome and pretty at the same time. I couldn't hold back my urges anymore. I walked up to him and..

M/N POV:

I was so focused on finding the cans that i didn't notice Minghao walking up to me. I felt him wrap him hands around my waist and pull me close to him. My eyes widened and i almost jolted away, but he kept me close. I felt like running away, but i didn't know how to. Running has been everything i have ever done and now would have been the moment.. but for some reason i couldn't do it. He leaned close to my ear and whispered "Let's stay like this for a while, please?" I felt my cheeks flush and felt him turn me around so i was facing him. "Your face is red, you seem to enjoy this" Minghao said with a slight giggle. My face turned even more red and i looked away in slight embarrassment. I saw from the corner of my eye, that Minghao was staring at my lips. I started to panic from the inside when i saw it and i slightly pulled away.

"Maybe we should go back... Wonwoo must be waiting for us" i whispered quietly and not waiting for a response as i walked out of the garage and back to the living room where Wonwoo was waiting. "What took you so long?" He questioned and looked at me and then Minghao who walked in after me. "Guess we lost track of time trying to find them..." i said awkwardly and sat back down.

"We didn't find them. Maybe we should just go to the movies or something." Minghao said and avoided eye contact with me. He must feel guilty for what he did just a few moments back. Wonwoo nodded and i agreed too. So we decided to go to the movies then.

~Time skip~

After some movie we had watched in the movie theater we were walking back to my place, all three of us. I, for some reason, was walking between the two taller boys and i couldn't help but have a slight gay panic. I was talking about the movie when suddenly Minghao interrupted me. "I need to use the bathroom, is there any nearby?" He asked and Wonwoo pointed at the public bathroom stall nearby. "Oh god no, not the public one" I said and punched Wonwoos arm playfully. "There is a way better one in there" I pointed at the store that was at the corner of the street. "Isn't that the store where we went when you were drunk?" Wonwoo asked and i smile. "Yup! The bathroom is the best in there" I said and Minghao nodded and walked in the store.

"Hey M/N" Wonwoo said and i turned around to look at him. "What is it?" I questioned and looked at the taller boy in front of me.

Wonwoo POV:

There is something very important i have to tell you.." I said hesitantly and when i saw M/N nod, i took it as a sign to tell him. "I don't want to ruin anything that we have between us. I know that we have been best friends since forever, but i can't help but feel like i want to be more than friends with you. I always feel more happy when i'm with you and you make me feel like the happiest person on earth. I know i shouldn't feel like this because i might lose you for this, but i needed to tell you." I took a deep breath after i was done and i waited for any kind of reaction from him. I stood awkwardly under the gaze of the shorter male and i felt myself grow more nervous when he didn't respond. "Wonwoo.." M/N said suddenly and i looked straight at him.

"yes?" "You do know that we can't go back to what we were now that you told this, right?" I nodded slightly and looked away. "I know. But i can't live with the fact that you don't know about my true feelings"

M/N POV:

Wonwoo looked somewhat guilty and I heard Minghao approach us again and that's when i remembered what happened with Minghao earlier.

"This can't be happening... This can't be true" I think to myself and i start to panic again, not too much but slightly. "Is everything okay in here?" Minghao questioned and wrapped an arm around my shoulder. I blinked a couple times before pushing Minghao away.

"I need.. some time alone. To process things.. I'm sorry" I said and i speed walked away from the two boys as fast as i could.

Minghao POV:

Me and Wonwoo watched as M/N almost ran away from us. He was more speed walking but he left fast. I turned to look at Wonwoo who looked guilty "What did you say to him?" I asked and looked at the direction M/N went and then back at Wonwoo "I told him about my feelings towards him.. I knew i shouldn't have done it. We have been best friends for a long time and i except that everything will go well if i tell him? God i'm so stupid." Wonwoo explained and looked down embarrassed, sad and guilty. "You.. like him too?"

Wonwoo lifted his gaze from the ground and looked at me "Too? What do you mean? You don't.. do you?" Wonwoo looked a bit shocked, but i nodded slightly. "I do.. i somewhat told him when we were in the garage looking for the spray paints.." I said quietly and looked away, still feeling bad about what i did then.

"So if we both like him.. and we told him at the same day.. He must feel overwhelmed and anxious. We should apologize" Wonwoo said and i nodded. "Yeah, we should. Let's go back to his place and talk to him." I said and so me and Wonwoo went to M/Ns place.

Wonwoo POV:

Me and Minghao arrived at the house and knocked on the door. We waited a couple minutes, but there was no answer. I knocked on the door again but we still got no answer. Minghao decided to just open the door and walk in and I hesitated, but followed after him.

We walked upstairs to M/Ns room. I went first and Minghao followed. I knocked on his room door before opening it slightly and walking in "M/N? Can we talk?" I asked softly as me and Minghao walked deeper into the room.

Minghao pointed at the bed and i looked over there and saw M/N laying there, back facing us. I sighed and walked closer to him. "Hey... We just want to talk, okay?" I asked and he turned around and looked at me.

"What do you want?" He said somewhat annoyed yet sadly. "We came to apologize." Minghao started, then looked at me and waited for me to continue. I nodded and turned to look back at M/N. "We are sorry for making you feel like that. You must feel overwhelmed from the fact that we both told you about our feelings at the same day, and we didn't even know that we both liked you.." I explained to M/N and i saw him nodding at my words.

"If i'm honest, i am a bit afraid.. Not about the fact that i don't know which one to choose but.."

M/N paused and looked away and I furrowed my eyebrows. "You can tell us" Minghao said and took a step closer. "I can't choose. I think i.. like you both. I can't choose between you two." M/N said and avoided eye contact with us.

My jaw dropped slightly and Minghaos eyes widened. "You- You like-" "Us both?" Minghao finished my sentence and we both stared at the shorter male who is now in a sitting position on the bed. He nodded slightly.

"I don't know why. I don't know how but i do. I fell for you both and i don't know what to do.." M/N said and pulled his knees to his chest and hid his face in his hands "I'm sorry.." He said and i quickly sat next to him and hugged him. "You don't have to be sorry. We can work something out. I know we can" I said in a comforting tone and Minghao nodded. "We can make this into something. We can work it out." Minghao repeated and sat down on the bed too and hugged M/N from the other side.

"Really? You aren't mad at me for running away like that? And you think we can work it out?" M/N questioned and looked up at me and then Minghao. "I know we can" I said and smiled at him.

"I really do like you both.. it's impossible to choose between the two of you" M/N said and let out a laugh. Minghao grabbed his chin and turned his gaze to look at him. "Can i now do the thing i wanted to do earlier?" He asked and M/N smiled. "I wouldn't mind it-" Minghao connected their lips and I watched it for a moment before i turned M/Ns chin to my direction and kissed him too.

When i pulled away, I saw that he was bright red and looked somewhat embarrassed and very flustered.

Minghao chuckled and i smiled at M/N.

"Let's make this a good relationship. If we all agree on it, then we can make it work" I said and M/N and Minghao both agreed. "Thank you" M/N said and me and Minghao hugged him again.

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[lee-lucius]

Tickletober Day 10: Ghost

Summary: Rin loves scary movies, and Bachira loves his boyfriend, so he swallows his fear for a, hopefully, fun date night. It doesn't go as planned.

Word Count: 1,286

Someday I will write ler Bachira, but that day is not today. I'm happy for the opportunity to finally get to write Rin tho (expect an Isabachirin fic soon)! Anyway, I hope you enjoy! 💙

"Rin-Rin!" Bachira called, and that was the only warning Rin had before his boyfriend was barreling towards him, running and jumping onto his back.

"Get off," he hissed, prying at the hands that clung to him like a koala bear.

Slipping off of him, Bachira reattached himself at his side with a wide smile, "Hey."

With a pained sigh, he peered around the hallway to be sure they were alone. They were open about their relationship, but he preferred for them not to be so affectionate in public, not that there was ever much privacy in Blue Lock. 

"What do you want?"

"Let's go on a date!"

That brought the faintest flush to Rin's face as he nodded. "Fine. Where?"

"Come to my room tonight. I got it all to ourselves."

"Alright. I'll see you then," he brushed back Bachira's hair and kissed his forehead. "I have to get back to training."

Bachira wrapped his arms around Rin's neck, pulling him in for a quick kiss, then skipped away with a wave. "Bye Rin-Rin!"

He only just rounded the corner when Isagi's teasing voice rang out, "You two are cute."

"Huh? How long have you been here?"

"Well," Isagi rubbed the back of his neck, laughing awkwardly. "I was coming by, but I didn't want to interrupt you guys, so…"

"That's okay. Thanks for letting us have the room."

"Of course, what are you guys doing anyway?"

"Hmm…" Bachira shrugged. There wasn't really anything romantic to do in Blue Lock if they didn't pay for a day out. "I don't know. Watch a movie, maybe?"

"Oh, Rin likes horror movies doesn't he?"

"He does?" He had never mentioned that to Bachira before.

"I think so. He got excited when we were talking about the new Earthworm Man movie."

"Thanks Isagi, but I have to go get everything ready now!"

—

Rin couldn't help the small smile that graced his face when he entered the room.

Bachira, bright-eyed and messy haired, peeked out from beneath his makeshift blanket fort, waving animatedly. 

"What's all this?" 

"The perfect setting for our date!" He grinned, reaching into his pocket to pull out a cellphone. "I even bought this!"

"Why do we need that?"

"To watch a movie. I found an American one I think you'll like."

Walking closer, Rin squinted at the screen, smile widening at his choice. "That sounds good."

It was awkward, getting onto his knees and shuffling into Bachira's fort, but it was worth it when he was greeted by a loving embrace and sweet kiss. 

Bachira's hands wrapped around his waist, pressing his body against Rin's, who ran his hands through Bachira's hair, pulling at the strands that were soft and lovely and smelled like vanilla. 

Bachira's lips were pillowy against his own, and Rin found himself sinking deeper and deeper, breathing the same breath, skin moulding into each other as his hands cupped his cheeks, so soft and warm that Rin felt the heat pooling into his palms.

Breathless, Bachira finally pulled back, tired and smiling, laughter on his tongue. "Wanna watch?"

"Yeah," he was fully smiling now, "Yeah. I guess we should."

They cuddled up together, Rin laid against Bachira's chest, haphazardly balancing the phone on his stomach as the movie began. 

It wasn't… that bad. At least, it was better than Bachira thought it would be.

He never watched any horror movies, not since the ones he saw as a child that gave him nightmares. But that was years ago. He thought he'd outgrown those childish fears, and, just in case, he'd even picked a movie that sounded more funny than scary. After all, who would be scared of a haunted VHS tape?

Bachira. Bachira was scared.

But he was doing a fairly good job at hiding how every second of this film made his skin crawl and how badly he was waiting for a, hopefully peaceful, end. Except for flinching at the occasional jumpscare, he'd smile whenever Rin glanced up at him and nod along to his commentary—Rin-Rin always took everything so seriously. 

Eventually, it seemed he couldn't stop his nerves from getting the best of him.

"Bachira," Rin spoke up, voice uncharacteristically soft as he looked up at him with those big, beautiful, concerned eyes. "Are you alright?"

Just as he was about to open his mouth and say something to reassure his boyfriend, he realized that he was shaking.

Oh. That wasn't good.

"Bachira," Rin repeated, sitting up and twisting to face Bachira as the forgotten phone fell to the floor, discarded. Gently, he reached out and squeezed Bachira's hand, a heavy frown etched into his face.

"I… I'm okay. Just got a little spooked."

"Are you sure?"

Bachira could still hear the movie playing, not that he could understand it without the Japanese subtitles. "The movie, you should—"

"We don't have to watch anymore."

"Didn't you like it?"

"Yes, but you clearly didn't," Rin's frown deepened, and he pulled Bachira into a tight embrace, holding him until his racing heartbeat settled.

"Sorry," Bachira mumbled, face pressed against Rin's chest. "I ruined our date."

"No you didn't," he looked almost offended as he shook his head, pressing a kiss to Bachira's forehead. "I'm content as long as I'm with you."

"Wow, even you can be sappy, Rin-Rin."

"Shut up," he lightly scolded without any of the usual bite to his words. "Now are you feeling better?"

"Mhm. Thanks," he tilted his head upwards, pecking his cheek.

"I hope you aren't still feeling bad about this."

"I'm not," he lied.

Rin sighed, pinching his cheek and lightly pulling it until Bachira whined.

"Listen, you are very thoughtful. It was very nice of you to do this. I was having a great time, and I still am. Understand?"

Bachira smiled faintly. "You know… I really, really like you, Rin-Rin."

He smiled back. "I like you too, but…" his smile turned mischievous as his fingers curled around Bachira's sides, lightly squeezing, "I like your laugh more."

"Do yohohou?" He asked, giggling softly.

"Yeah. And I think I'd really like to hear it some more."

It wasn't unusual for them. Ever since Bachira decided to randomly start poking his sides during practice, tickling had become relatively commonplace. He knew that Bachira was prone to tickling all of his other friends, but Rin once again preferred for it to be something private, something intimate to be enjoyed by them.

There was an odd satisfaction that accompanied getting Bachira to squeal when Rin tickled him just so or in seeing how quickly he could get him to beg for mercy, but now wasn't one of those times.

Now, he only wanted to see Bachira smile, carefree as usual.

Still hugging him, Rin tilted his head to nuzzle into his neck, bringing up a hand to skitter his nails across the base of his neck. Immediately, it produced a series of quiet, breathy giggles that warmed his heart.

"Is this okay?" He asked, because while they were prone to these playful interactions, he'd never tried using it to cheer up Bachira. Hopefully it'd work, especially considering how much he seemed to love it.

"Yehehes!" 

Rin smiled. His boyfriend really was adorable. 

"Okay, I hope you don't regret that."

Despite his words, his touches remained gentle, light prodding and squeezing that kept Bachira giggling and smiling without ever wanting to stop, intermingled with sweet, soft kisses that Bachira really didn't want to stop.

"I love you," he murmured after they has finished, Bachira a tired, loved, giggly pile of goo in his lap.

"Love you tohohoo," he answered, grinning and pecking his lips again.

There was no way he could ever stay upset when he was with his Rin-Rin.

[toyaslove]

Hi! Can I request Toya with a reader who's like N25 Len? Thanks!

A/N: omg I'm so sorry for taking so long, I put in my head today at 12 O'clock while I was going to home: "I'll write this and like this[...]" I swear I was thinking about in what to write but I FORGOT. Sorry for that!! And this looks so cute and cool to write! I would love to write it!

Toya Aoyagi x Len kin!Reader

Squeezes!

(Omg I'm so so good at giving history names 😍)

Tw: Maybe clinginess? Toya here is after his development

♥︎ Poor boy, at first, he thought you were scared of him because of your shyness.

♡ But, with time, you guys know yourselves better and he realizes that it's just your personality!

♥︎ He loves how much you're shy, he thinks it's adorable! Even before you guys started to dating.

♡ You guys were such a messy when you guys confessed, Toya was who took the first step because he knew your shyness. You guys were completely red when confessed 😭

♥︎ It's stamped on your faces that you guys like each other, just you two don't know.

♡ Toya is normally touch starved, but with you is a little worse, because he's scared of asking you some touch and you getting too flustered or uncomfortable.

♥︎ Well, someday, he asked you if he could touch you! When you said "yes", he was so happy, he held you with all his gentleness and care, being careful not to let you too much shy, failing miserably.

♡ But you told him with pure shyness that you liked it!

♥︎ I feel like he would squeeze you from so much cute he thinks you are. 😭

♡ Someday, he LITERALLY asked you if he could hug and squeeze you, he told you that you're too cute to him while he squeezes you.

♥︎ (Idk if this is smth that Len does and if this is OOC just ignore)

He loves looking at the lil cute things you have, like your little plushies, mainly them! He ask you if he can hug them! If you'd let him, he would be so happy!

♡ If you don't stop this guy, every day Toya will arrive at your home holding a bag full of plushies from the arcade, I have to say you, you don't have anymore space in your bedroom because of this. 😭

Ding dong

Someone touch the bell at your home, you go over there to see who was. There was your boyfriend, holding a white bag with some "Puyo" stamps on it. You opened the door and shyly you greet Toya.

— Oh, hello my love! I was in the arcade... I look at the claw machine and I remembered of you, but I think I maybe exaggerated... — He says blushing, smiling and giving you the bag. You opened it and was full of plushies, one more cute than other! Your smile when you see the plushies warm Toya's heart, he gets even more flustered.

— T-thank you... I... I liked it — You say gently and with a shy face — Let's get in?

— Of course! — Toya takes your hand and holds it, he left a kiss on it.

You guys entered the house, you guiding Toya into your bedroom, you put your new plushies in the bed and you hugged one, Toya is blushed, you can figure out why, but he looks like wanting something.

— H-hey... Y/N... may I hug you? I... honestly... you... you're looking so cute... I'm sorry... maybe this sounds weird, but... just ignore this if you don't want to! — He says shyly, he's holding his arm with his hand. You, as shy as him, nod your head in agreement, then, Toya holds you really tight, almost in a squeeze.

You make a sound like a "ugh-" and he giggles gently at you, he takes you chin and look at your face gently. You get SO MUCH SHY... his smile is so lovingly, so passionate, like he's seeing the most beautiful think in this world.

By the way, Toya is being the kindest guy in this world, like always, you guys end up the night sleeping in each other's arms 😭

[lunartearrose]

Oc kiss 2024 day 3 - Sunrise!

Ocs: (from right to left), Azure, Hayune, and Rust!

World: pokespe

Drabble below! Happy Valentines' Day!

Today, the sun rose on a new day.

In fact, it was the first day of summer - the first summer Hayune experienced in a long time. Of course, Hayune wouldn't dare miss it's rising.

As always, with each passing day, a fear lingered in him - of new problems arising, of having to hit the reset button one more time - and of course, no longer having the ability to do so.

But he promised Celebi - on the summer solstice, he would set them free. This was that time.

So, he pulled the GS ball from his hiding place, and after a deep breath… he hit the release.

Celebi sprung out, stretching arms to the sky, trilling happily with a stretch. It turned around, looking at Hayune with their head tilted.

He dropped the ball on the ground, and after a moment of hesitation, crushed it under his heel. “There. Free forever. I hope you never need me to fix fate. Ever again. But… I'll be happy to have some lunch with you in some years, if you want.” he rambled softly.

The little mythical squealed happily, throwing her arms around Hayune's neck. One last time, the little celebi spoke telepathically to him.

“Thank you! Goodbye!”

Gently, he hugged the little pokemon back. “Goodbye.” He replied.

With that, the little green pokemon flew off. And slowly, as it danced in the sunrise, Celebi's colors gradually changed.

Slowly, the green body faded pink - a symbol that they had finally gotten quite old. Many times before, it was a sign of their wilting. But this time, the change was not brought on by exhaust drying them up. It was brought on naturally.

After all, today was their birthday. This Celebi's, at least.

He watched for a while, and eventually, he heard footsteps.

“There you are.” Rust spoke, “didn't think you'd do it so… quick.”

“Are you going to be okay?” Azure asked.

Hayune shrugged. “I promised them I'd let them go. Better to rip the bandaid off, right? I just… hope we'll see each other again, someday. When we're both all healed up.”

“I'm sure you will!” Azure replied, doing their best to comfort him, “We'll be right by your side as much as you need us.”

“Yep.” Rust agreed, “No gettin’ rid of us.”

Hayune smiled a bit. “Thanks, guys.” He turned away from the bright sun's rays, sighing softly. “I'm happy for them. I just… can't shake the nervousness. You know how it is…”

At that time, Rust and Azure glanced at each other as Hayune moved away slightly. A quiet agreement was met between them, as they had discussed the ways to lift their partner up before meeting here. Rust was very embarrassed about it, but just about as determined as Azure was, reassured by her mischievous smile.

They nod to each other, and then move.

Rust grabbed Hayune, hand landing clumsily on his chest, while Azure tugged at his arm.

“Huh? Guys, whats-” Hayune began, only to be cut off as the two leaned in.

Rust had to lean down, and Azure had to stretch up a bit, but they each planted a kiss on Hayune's cheeks at the same time.

The result? Hayune's brain screeched to a halt, his face flushed red. His worried thoughts drowned in happy static.

After some moments, the two pulled away. Rust was bright red, while Azure was more composed.

“Sorry if you didn't like that.” Rust muttered, flipping his hood up. “It was Azy's idea to surprise attack ya.”

“Says the guy that immediately agreed to it with no hesitation.” Azure smirked. “You're so silly! You have no problem flirting, but you're all hot and bothered over doin’ somethin’ so tame!”

“Well-! I-! It's just-!” Rust stammered, getting redder as his voice cracked, “Different! FUCK-”

At that, Hayune's brain finally rebooted in full. Smiling blissfully, he said, “Can I have another?”

“Oh- sure, sweetheart!”

“I'm gonna croak, but… s-sure, fine.”

[sourbinnie]

4:18

je t'attends là sous la pluie | san x gn!reader fluff | on s'est plu comme si c'était écrit

a/n: i took french for three months and this is all i got ok, also i'm sorry about the short imagines (more like thoughts) i've been busy studying and you know dozing off.

i could see a figure through the curtain. it caught my attention all of the sudden as i was spacing out and not being able to focus on my book at all. as nice as french literature was, i sometimes dozed off to other planets where i imagined myself in different scenarios. but right now all my focus was somewhere else and it was my curtain to my house. there was no one home and i was the only one who could see it, curiosity killed the cat, some would say but i was tempted to move the curtain out of the way and just see what it was all about.

i could also hear some mumbling, a familiar voice invaded my ears but i could not place who it was. i decided to end the doubting cycle as i placed my hand on the handle at the door and sighed to myself 'cause this could be the most awkward thing i ever would have to witness. what if it was just some stranger looking at my house? or the mailman? or whatever (y/n) don't open the door, don't-.

"(y/n)? so this is your house?" i heard as soon as i opened the door and if the butterflies weren't there before, they sure as hell were present now. in all of it's glory there stood san and i could not do this today but then i realized it was raining so my first instinct was to grab the umbrella that we left hanging at the door and open it to talk to him outside. "you're so considerate, i totally forgot it was going to rain today."

considerate, i can't believe i was gonna blush because of this.

"what are you doing here? you're gonna catch a cold!" i said and if i didn't sound like a mother before when i was working in kq, i sure did now. that's exactly how we met, i used to be one of their managers but the future had other plans for me and i had to move to another company, separating me from my favorite boys and from my long time crush choi san. i know! it's so cliche but i do not write the story.

"i don't really care if i do, i'm on break right now and i needed to see you. it's been so long." he said smiling and oh god the dimples, the death of me every time i saw them. i smiled back trying not to make a fool of myself but you know how it is with nervousness around people you like. 

"it has! let's go for a walk?" i said, clearly not thinking straight because you know the rain. but to my surprise he took my hand and led me on as a sign of approval, fingers meeting each other as i took in how his hand was so big compared to mine. why the hell was i thinking that right now? and why was he holding my hand? either way i was gonna enjoy the feeling while it lasted.

"so what have you been up to? a new comeback on the way?" i asked curiously even though i already knew the answer. it was literally everywhere, on my feed, on the street, every single part of the country knew about the ateez comeback and if they didn't they lived under a rock. 

"yeah i'm enjoying my last days before the promotions." he said and i could see those dimples again, it literally melted my heart to see him so happy. "how's the new job? well i mean company."

"it's good, it pays good and the groups are really nice but they don't compare to you guys." i said which brought him to squeeze my hand a little tighter and if this what it was like to actually fall in love in such a pretty way then i don't know what i was gonna do. he was holding the umbrella to cover me more than him and we walked in such a safe & sound way that every step i fell a bit harder for the man i was right now. "i just miss what i had, i was used to it but i guess i'll have to adapt myself to the new life i have someday."

"i just wish you had stayed but i know it wasn't the right decision to hold you back like that." he said and i felt my heart leave my chest for a moment to explode because come on, if he wasn't the perfect man i don't know who else it could be. 

"i sometimes wish i had stayed too just because i miss the familiarity, the boys, the crew and mostly you." i can't believe i said that. i looked down as i couldn't face him but he just smiled brightly as he closed the umbrella slowly. pulling me closer to him and meeting me in the most perfect kiss, feeling the small drops land on my face and in my hair as my arms were wrapped around his neck instantly and the kiss deepened. i couldn't help but smile and blush at him taking initiative so suddenly and abruptly but it somehow made sense knowing it was san. it went with his personality the way he kissed with such passion but also so much love & sweetness with a hint of mint.

"i miss you every day but we can change that right? and also it won't be unprofessional to see each other since we work in different companies." he said with a cheeky grin and i just sighed as i was so fucking in love with this man as if it wasn't clear enough. i nodded but then i wondered.

"what would that make us?" i asked curiously and he shrugged, taking my hand again.

"i'll be fine with whatever label you decide because as long as i have you, i'll be happy."

[deliwrites]

ℂ𝕣𝕒𝕫𝕚𝕖𝕣 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 // Dream

// DATE // 26th of November 2022 // PAIRING // Dreamwastaken x fem!reader // WARNING // angst, heartbreak, fluff, alcohol, song-based, happy ending, just in case a trigger warning; Techno is in this // WORDS // 6,6k+ // SUMMARY // a year ago Dream broke up with you. He never told you why. It hurt you so much. You weren't sure how to handle it. So with the help of Wil, you write a song about it. You wrote it to get over him, but what if he wants to try again?

Author note: This was meant for a book, that is not fan fiction. But I wasn't sure how to make it into a "normal" book. So now it's for you guys to enjoy.

 // MASTERLIST // ANONLIST //

Wilbur started his stream like usual. I sat near, just out of sight of the camera. My leg bounced up and down. I was so nervous. Wil had been announcing a new song being released today, for the past month. What fans didn't know was who the song was with. It was going to stay that way as far as real names go.

"Okay! So chat!" Wil starts, glancing over at me for a second. "As you can probably tell, I am somewhere unfamiliar to you guys," he paused, gesturing all around him. Looking at chat, he read as many of the guesses from the thousands of viewers as he could. "You're all wrong," he says bluntly, a smirk playing on his lips. A laugh nearly slipped from my own. Wil turned his smirk in my direction when he noticed me struggling to keep it in. "I am actually in Florida!" he announces. Instantly I started to see chat fill with his name. The smile that was on my face, faltered just a bit. "Nope, not at Dreams. I am at another friend's place and we have an announcement. Would you like to do the honours, Y/u/n?"

"I- wha- me?" I stutter, not expecting him to throw me under the bus like this.

"Yeah, come on, tell chat what's happening today!"

"Uhm, okay..," I swallow my nervousness quickly. "So, as Wil has been saying, there is a new song," I start, looking at Wil for confirmation. He nods, telling me to continue. "I wrote this song with some encouragement from Wil. The reason I wrote this song is... Well. I was hung up on a breakup. Yeah, I know, I am dramatic," I chuckle, Wil doing the same. "Anyway! This song is for me to get over this and hopefully it will help others too!"

"Exactly, cause believe it or not, today is the day the breakup happened a year ago. And this little lady is still hooked up on this game."

"Hey!" I pout, smacking his arm softly. "He was a great guy! You know I'm trying not to, but I still love him."

"I know," Wil says. "But from today on you're moving forward, correct?" I nod a smile back on my lips. "You can't see but she's nodding," he tells chat, making me giggle. "Now," he claps. "Let's actually play the song!" grabbing his guitar he checks it before looking at me. "You ready to do this?"

"As ready as I'll ever be," I tell him, adjusting in my seat a bit. Making sure the mic is in the right position. Wil starts playing, looking at me when it's my time to start.

I’ve been trying not to think about it, I can’t help it I know you don’t want to hear from me, but I am selfish It kills me inside, you can drink on Friday nights Not even pick up the phone It amazes me, you moved on so easily From someone that you once called home

I sang nervously, tho the stare Wil gave me boosted me with confidence. It felt so good to sing this song. I tried not to focus on the chat. Not wanting to feel discouraged or get distracted. 

I wish you had enough discipline For the both of us Just because I don’t know how to Turn off the way I feel I know you always fell out of love So damn easily But honestly, I don’t think you ever Had something real Until you met me, drinks in New york city Oh, you looked so pretty Think I fell in love before I even  knew your birthday Kissed you on our first date Somehow I knew someday This would hurt ‘cause I could  Never let you go Oh, I’ll spend my whole life Missing a part of me, part of me Oh, I’ll spend my whole life Hoping your heart is free, heart is free

I finished my part receiving an encouraging smile from Wil before he starts with his part.

I’ve been trying not to think of  This as something tragic ‘Cause our two paths might Cross again Crazier things have happened And I realized lightning strikes just Once not twice And shooting stars are burning rocks So I spend months inside, Drowning in these dreams of mine Wondering if I’m worth your thoughts I wish you had enough discipline for The both of us Just because I don’t know how to Turn off the way I feel I know you always fell out of love so easily,  but honestly, I don’t think you ever  had something real

Wil finishes and looks at me and we continue together.

Until you met me, drinks in New York City Oh, you looked so pretty Think I fell in love before I even knew Your birthday Kissed you on our first date Somehow I knew someday This would hurt ‘cause I could Never let you go

Taking over I continue.

Oh, I’ll spend my whole life Missing a part of me, part of me Oh, I’ll spend my whole life Hoping you’re heart is free, heart is free Do you not dream of me? ‘Cause I have visions in my sleep I can’t ever find me peace now Do you wake up alone And feel an aching in your bones? Or are you happy without me now? The first time that you told me You thought that you loved me That bar in the city I thought you were drunk But I knew deep down that you meant it Wish that I had said it I was scared to let it happen But it happened and now I cannot forget it Oh I’ll spend my whole life Missing a part of me, part of me Oh, I’ll spend my whole life Hoping your heart is free, heart is free

We finished the song. Staying in silence just for a bit.

"That was great! I am so proud of you, Y/u/n!" Wil says holding up his hand for a high five. I high-fived him, giggling softly. The praise raised a blush on my cheeks.

"Thank you, I couldn't have done it without you."

"Nah, you could have," he grins grabbing both our water bottles and handing me mine. "Tell me chat! What did you guys think? Do you have any questions?" Wil asked once he finished drinking. Focusing on the chat as messages flood in.

Who is the song about?

Wil read out the question that caught his eye, turning to me. He waited for my answer.

"I can't tell you who it's about exactly. Can't really expose him like that," I answer honestly.

"Yeah, we probably shouldn't," Wil chuckled. "Do you think - if he listened - Do you think he would recognize your voice?"

"He could, I guess. I have sung for and with him before. Though he could have forgotten what I sound like. I mean, it has been a year."

"That is true," Wil mumbles again, pulling a thinking face.

Could you tell us about that bar in New York City?

"I guess I could. Though, it's not actually about a bar in New York City. The name of the bar is New York City," I chuckle. "Do you mind? It could take a while?" I ask Wil.

"Yeah, go ahead, I don't know the story behind the bar either. I have to say that I am quite curious myself."

"Alright. Well, I knew this person since high school. We weren't friends but we did speak occasionally. I did already like him in high school but I never thought I would be his type," I start the back story. "Besides, he had relationship after relationship. I don't mean in a playboy kind of way. He isn't the playboy type. I guess his relationships just never worked out. Anyways, that's where I knew him from," I pause for a moment, gathering my thoughts. "So, fast forward a few years. We had both finished high school and doing whatever after. I ended up not going to college. I chose to pursue my music. Hence the song," I chuckle at the obviousness of it. "So, after a long day at my job, writing songs all day. I needed a break. Doing so by going to my favourite bar, New York City. I was sitting at the bar just drinking my (f/(a)/d) when he noticed me and came over. He asked if I was me," I giggled at the way I was explaining it, shaking my head. "I, of course, recognized him immediately. I mean who forgets their high school crush. We got to talking, quickly exchanged phone numbers and got pretty drunk together. We clicked quite well and I loved spending time with him. We joked about this being our unexpected first date while we talked about doing this again sometime. I told him that if it was, he should be a gentleman and escort me home safely. He had wheezed but nodded nonetheless. Telling me he would make sure I got safe and sound," I couldn't help but smile at the memory. "He kept his word and at about midnight, he called a taxi and brought me home. I was quite thankful and with the alcohol in my system. I risked it all for a biscuit and kissed him. Just like the song says, I fell in love before I even knew his birthday," I giggle once again, only this time it sounded clogged. My voice quivered a bit when the tears that formed in my eyes from the memory, caught up with me. "Sorry, I'm getting emotional," I quickly wiped my tears, sniffing. I felt arms wrap around me, I knew it was Wil.

"Hey, it's okay," he spoke softly as he comforted me. One hand caressed my back while the other was entangled in my hair. My head in his chest.

"I'm ruining your shirt," I muttered, my voice muffled by the fabric of his shirt.

"That's alright, you need this hug," Wil chuckled gently. "You know, I gotta say. That's a really cute way to meet someone. And fall for someone. The guy is an idiot for letting you go."

"You act like you don't know him," I chuckle.

"I just wish I knew why he would end it."

"You and me both."

After I had calmed down we put our attention back on the stream. Answered a few more questions. Wil linked and announced all my socials and provided the link to our song Crazier Things on Spotify before he ended the stream.

"Alright, it is-" Wil looks at the clock on the monitor. "Almost 8 pm, I should go to you know where."

"I know. Sorry that the stream took so long because of my long-ass answers. Not to mention my emotional breakdown," I chuckled. "You could have gone to his place already."

"Hey don't apologize for that. If I wanted to end earlier I would have," Wil shut down the PC. We made our way out of my spare bedroom. Grabbing his coat I handed it to him.

"You're staying the night at his right?" I ask to be sure I remembered it right.

"Yeah, I'll be back around noon tomorrow most likely. Then I also want you to show me that bar of yours!" chuckling at his excitement for it, I nod my head.

"Alright, I will! Now go on, have fun but be careful, okay!" I told him as I quite literally pushed him out the front door. "If you do end up needing me, just call me."

"Yes, yes, bye now!" With that, I close the front door. Being alone for the night. 'Happy birthday, Clay.'

"Wil!" Phil called out when he walked into the Dream teams living room. "I saw the stream! That song is so beautiful, mate!"

"Thank you," Will smiled. "The stream was also why I was a little later."

"Yeah, we watched it here," Techno said from his spot on another part of the L-shaped couch pointing at the tv that now just displayed the twitch logo. 

"Yeah, Clay ran off like right after too. Talking about needing some air."

"Seems pretty obvious why," Will said getting confused looks from the other two in the room. "You do realize that song is about him right."

"All the hints you had dropped. The both of you talked about it so much. You showed us just a section of the song," Techno mumbled thinking to himself as he tried to make logic out of it. Nick, who had let Will in, walked back into the living room. Handing out new beers for everyone. Including the two currently not in the room.

"Wait! That was Y/n?" Phil asked shocked.

"Well, yeah, how did you not know," he chuckles. "Who have I been helping the past 8 months? Who do we know that loves to write songs and sing? And has sung for us before, might I add."

"All the hints you had dropped. The both of you talked about it so much. You showed us just a section of the song," Techno mumbled thinking to himself as he tried to make logic out of it. Nick, who had let Will in, walked back into the living room. Handing out new beers for everyone. Including new ones for the two currently not in the room.

"I'm guessing George went to talk to Clay?" He asked no one in particular.

"Yeah," Techno answered him. "I wonder why he ran off tho. Sure, the song is about him, but it's not like the song was portraying him in a bad light."

"I don't know, maybe he feels guilty?" Nick said, confused about the situation himself.

"Wait, does that mean not even you know why he broke up with Y/n?" Phil asked the important question. A question Wil very much wanted the answer to.

"No," He stated bluntly. "We just assumed something suddenly happened between the two. It was like it happened overnight," Nick explains, taking a sip from his beer. "We were here having fun on his birthday and the next day she was gone. We didn't see or hear from her. Clay didn't talk about it either. so we waited till he was ready to tell us about what happened," he sighed. "All he ended up telling us was that she wouldn't be coming here anymore. No explanation whatsoever. And that was 2 months after."

"Woah, of all people, I thought he would have told you and George. I mean, you guys live together! Y/n basically lived here with you," Techno said, very confused why Clay wouldn't tell anyone the reason. It was silent for a little while after that.

The talking only started back up when George and Clay came back from where ever the two had been. Clay complimented Wil on the song with a hint of sadness lingering in his voice. Though, at the moment Wil decided not to comment on it. Instead, deciding to let the party become less tense. Suggesting playing a game.

They ended up playing an Uno drinking game. Everyone quickly became tipsy and the living room filled with laughter. Music softly playing in the background. Not too loud not too soft.

After a while, they stopped. Putting on a comedy show by Daniel Sloss. The humour was dark but oh-so-good. Wil couldn't focus on it though. He had a question rolling around in his head. It had been doing so for a while now. He was not leaving this place without answers, that's for sure.

"Alright," Wil spoke, catching the attention of everyone in the room. "I am sorry. I am not trying to ruin the mood. But I have to know," he said looking straight at Caly who was sitting on the outside corner of the couch. Tension instantly filled the air as most caught on to what was going to happen.

"Know what?" Clay asks, faking oblivion. He could already guess what the question would be. The question is, was he ready to talk about it.

"What was the reason?" Wil asked. "Like, don't get me wrong, but it was so sudden for everyone," he added, letting it sink for a second. "Why did you break up with Y/n?" he asks again when he didn't get a response. Clay's attention had slowly shifted to the carpet. Finding it more interesting than were the conversation was going.

"I would rather not talk about it," he confessed, his voice a little above whisper. He hadn't told anyone the reason. He didn't think he was ready to tell 5 of his friends right this second.

"You've got to talk about it at some point. It's been a year," George spoke from the recliner next to him.

George and Nick had definitely noticed a difference in Clay before and after the breakup. He was still clay, just less happy.

"Your reason won't change the way we look at you," Nick told him in reassurance. "It is honestly just so confusing. George and I didn't want to push you into talking about it. But we're your best friends. Please remember that."

"I know," Clay sighed. "Can we just say I was an idiot and not talk about it," he ends up saying. Looking around the room, but not making eye contact with anyone. His eyes then go straight to his lap. Focused on playing with the hem of his green hoodie.

"Why would you be an idiot?" Phil asks concerned. The fact that he thinks he's an idiot makes the situation all the more confusing.

"I-" He let out a sigh, throwing his head back. Trying to convince himself it was okay. He is with a close group of friends. He can trust them. "I actually broke up with her after I let a joke Wil made get to me."

"Excuse me. What?" Nick broke the silence that followed the confession.

"I don't remember the joke exactly. But it was something along the lines of Y/n cheating on me."

"You mean to tell me I've spent months taking care of Y/n from the UK. All because of a fucking joke I made!" It wasn't even a question. It was a statement. Wil was so aggravated at this discovery. The room was silent once again.

"I'm sorry," came from Clay, his hands covering his face as tears started to block his vision. His voice was croaky. "I got scared of getting hurt by the one person I actually saw myself having a future with," the anger that ran through Wil's veins quickly got replaced with confusion and concern.

"What?" he asked quietly.

"The song explains a lot," wiping at his eyes. Clay takes a deep breath, calming himself down. "The first time that you told me, you thought that you loved me. That bar in the city. I thought you were drunk but I knew deep down that you meant it. Wish that I had said it. I was scared to let it happen. But it happened and now I cannot forget it," he quotes the song with ease. "On our 1-year anniversary date, I told her that I loved her. As the song says, she didn't say it back. Which is fine, she should have to feel forced to say it back," he explains. "But months went by and I said it, every once and a while. She never said it back," looking up at Wil. "So, on my birthday, when you made that joke. All that went through my head was that maybe you were right. What if she was already cheating on me. She never told me she loved me because she had someone else besides me," he took a deep breath before continuing. "I ended it before I could find it whether it was true or not. When I did, that's when she told me she loved me."

"No," George mumbled. Every time Y/n spoke about Clay she would always shove an 'I love him' in the conversation. It always made Nick and him tease her for it. They knew how very much in love the two were with each other.

"We genuinely thought she had already told you," Nick said shaking his head slightly in disbelief. "She told us all the time that she loved you."

"Really?" Clay couldn't believe his ears. "I guess I really am an idiot huh?" shaking his head, he threw his head back. Slumping against the couch. "I lost the love of my life because I am an idiot."

"Who says you lost her," Techno spoke up. Everyone turned to look at him. Curious about where he was going with this. "Wil, Phil and I are still in contact with her. I am sure she would love to talk to you. We all know her well enough to know she would hear you out."

"I literally dumped her without telling her why. Why would she want to talk to me."

"Because she still loves you," Phil says matter-of-factly. "The song even talks about your paths crossing again, as crazier things have happened," hope started to fill him just slightly at the possibility.

The next morning I woke up to my violently vibrating phone under my pillow. Shuffling around I try to find it. Answering without looking.

"Hello..?" I croak tiredly.

"Morning, Y/n," Wil's voice comes from the other end of the phone.

"How are you up this early? Shouldn't you be hungover or something?" I mumble slowly pushing myself up in bed. Now leaning against the headboard. I rub my eyes to wake myself up more.

"Y/n, it's almost 2 pm, what do you mean early?" He chuckles. I could just tell he was shaking his head.

"Where are you? I thought you were supposed to come here?" I ask, taking the phone away from my head, and putting it on speaker. Getting up off the bed I walk over to my closet.

"I'm on my way to New York City," he says sounding excited. "One of the guys offered to take me there. So, I will see you there, okay?"

"Yeah, sure, okay," I answered while struggling to put on a tight pair of black high-waisted jeans. "I'll try not to make you wait too long. You can always order something to drink while you wait."

"Yeah, we'll do that before they leave."

"Alright! I'll see you in a bit then!" With a quick bye Wil hangs up the phone and I focus on getting ready. Though in the back of my mind I found it very suspicious how Wil spoke about the person who brought him to the bar.

Parking the car in the last free parking spot behind the bar. I try to ignore the car next to me. 'It's definitely not his car,' I think to myself. Shaking my head I grab my handbag and head to the front door. Looking back just once like I was expecting the car to suddenly change colour or something. I open the door, the small bell ringing as I walk in.

"Y/n!" Wil said with excitement as he came over immediately. Too close for a normal conversation and too stiff like he was trying to block my view from something.

"Hey, Wil," you don't look like you've been drinking last night at all," I chuckle ignoring the way he's acting at the moment. I could always ask him about it later.

"Well, we were up pretty early," he says with that cute grin of his. "Go sit at the bar I'll be right back," he says while grabbing my shoulders. Turning me around to face the bar. Looking over my shoulder, I give him a confused look.

"You're acting weird, Wil," I tell him, tho I do follow his request and make my way to sit at my 'usual' stool. Before I can turn to find out where Wil is going, my attention shifts to the bartender. Someone, I am all too familiar with.

"Well, hello there, Y/n," Lenny said with a grin. "I haven't seen you in a long time! What can I get you? Your usual?"

"Woah! Lenny, you still work here? And yes, please," the smile on my face matches his. "I am surprised you still know who I am," I chuckle. Like he said, I hadn't been here in a while. The last time I visited was at a moment of weakness 3 months ago.

"How could I not," he says setting down my (f/a/d). "You and Clay came here basically every Friday! Where is that boy of yours anyways?" Just like the last time he asked where Clay was. That time I was able to think of a fake reason why he couldn't be there.

"I- we- well-" now, I was just a stuttering mess. Unsure of how to tell him that we had broken up ages ago. But my stuttering gets cut off by another voice and the stool next to me moving.

"I am right here," Clay's voice surprises me. Looking up at him, there is a gentle smile on his face. He hasn't looked my way yet, though.

"Ah! Still together I see!" Lenny laughs, giving Clay his usual drink. Not even having to ask what it was. Neither of us corrects Lenny on his assumption. Why Clay wouldn't correct him has me lost, in every sense of the word.

"Thank you, Lenny!" He says, turning to look at me his smile softens but it's definitely still there. "Can you give us a moment?" He asks Lenny after turning back to him.

"Of course, of course!" He answers quickly and walks over to the other side of the bar. Picking up a conversation with another regular. I was utterly perplexed when I looked away from Lenny and back to Clay. We sat in silence, neither of us probably having any idea what to say. The only thing I was sure of was that Wil was behind this setup. But why? It didn't make sense to me. Clay hates me, he thought I cheated!

After taking a sip of his drink, Clay lets out a sigh. Turning his gaze to look at me. Or eyes briefly meet, but I look away, unable to look at him. I didn't want to get lost in his eyes like I used to. Besides I could already feel my emotion start to bubble up.

"Y/n, I know that I am probably way too late to tell you this," he starts off, the smile completely gone. Now replaced with a serious yet sincere look. "But I am so sorry," my eyes snap to meet his. I had no idea what to say or do. 'Should I even say anything or should I let him continue?' I decide on the latter and gave him a nod in acknowledgement. "I never told you why, nor anyone else for that matter and I felt, still do actually, feel like the biggest idiot in existence," he played with his glass a little. Something I knew he did if he was thinking about what and how to say it next. His elbow leaned on the bar, his head resting against his hand. He wasn't looking at me anymore but I knew it was because he was scared of my reaction. "Yesterday, a year ago, Wil made a joke," he says slowly. "I knew it couldn't be true, but I let it get to me. I didn't want to get hurt since I loved you more than I ever thought I could. So that night I broke up with you," he looked back at me. His eyes let me know just how sincere he was saying that. He cups the left side of my face hesitantly. With his thumb, he wipes away a tear I didn't know had fallen from my eye.

"So..," my voice sounded a little clogged from being my emotional self. I had hoped for this moment for so long. Just to know what the reason was. "Uhm, I am not sure what to say," I mumbled looking away from his eyes, trying to stop myself from leaning into his hand. Along with trying not to cry more. The comfort of his touch was still all too familiar. "I guess, thank you for telling me," I sniffed. "I want you to know that I never cheated on you and I never would."

"I know," he softly lifts my head up, making me look at him. "And I know it's far-fetched," he sighs somewhat lovingly. "Would you consider starting over?"

"But you just said 'loved'. W-why would you- I- wha?" I couldn't put into words how I was feeling at the moment. Sure, my heart started to flutter at the thought of getting back together. But I was making progress, was I not? I was supposed to move on from him now. Not let my love for him take over my life anymore. "D-don't get me wrong! I mean, I didn't write a song about you if I was actually, you know, over you. But I am very confused?" Ending the sentence questioningly to further prove my point of confusion. Loads of hand gestures. None of which add to the conversation as I scramble with my thoughts and words. Clay chuckles softly, moving both his hands to mine. Holding them delicately.

"I know, I'm sorry," he says gently. "The thing is. The reason that I am hoping you'll give me another chance is that I regret breaking up with you. I have since the moment I did it. You told me you loved me then and I could tell you were sincere. I could tell you meant it," his voice is filled with so much emotion. My eyes water, thinking back on that day. "I blamed myself for not being patient enough and letting a joke get to me," he looks down at our hands. His hand playing with a simple ring that sits on my left ring finger. It was actually a ring he had given to me. From the moment he gave it to me I had never taken it off. I have been wearing it for a solid 2 years now. "I felt so guilty after I sent you home. I knew you weren't lying when you told me you loved me. I shut down, and locked myself up in my room, for 2 months. Worried the hell out of Nick and George," he chuckles softly to lighten the mood a little. Looking back into my eyes. I notices even he had tears pooling on his water line. "And I never even told them why I did what I did. Up until last night," my eyes widen at the confession. 'No one knew? Did he really feel that guilty and embarrassed that he felt he couldn't even tell his two best friends?'.

"Let me guess, Wil asked why?" I asked knowingly, rolling my eyes. I knew he wanted to know why so badly. He needed to know if Clay deserved all my tears.

"Yep, and I didn't wanna answers at first," Clay confesses. "But they were patient with me and actually very understanding."

"I mean, they might be idiots but they are still your friends," I chuckled tearfully.

"That, they are, sometimes I don't think I deserve them," he sighs softly, though it was a sigh of contentment, not of annoyance. "They are the ones who helped me figure out how I could talk to you and hopefully make amends," he said with a gentle smile playing on his lips. "Wil told me you were gonna show him our bar, and that set it in motion."

"I guess my mind wasn't playing tricks on me when I saw your car in the parking lot," I couldn't help but giggle. Wiping gently at my eyes, I rub away any tear tracks. Grabbing my drink, I take hold of one of his hands again, taking a sip. "And you were hiding in here while Wil told me to go sit at the bar. You know, it was very obvious he was hiding something," Clay chuckled, nodding as he agreed with me. It helped him lighten up.

"But it worked and I am very happy you didn't decide to just run off when you saw me."

"I could never," I said with a teasing smile on my lips. "Even though the song was to help me move on from you. Our paths have crossed again," I could tell from him slightly shifting in his seat that he had gotten nervous again. "I would like to start over," I down the rest of my drink and get up. Not giving him time to say anything. I walk out the door of the bar. I grin to myself while my back is turned. I wait for the door to close behind me. Turning back around I walk straight back in. I look around like I'm looking for a place to sit. Moving my gaze to Clay, I noticed a confused look on his face. "Hi, is this seat taken?" a little flabbergasted, Clay shakes his head and chuckles.

"No, go ahead," he then says, gesturing to the stool. Playing along with my little act. "Can I offer you a drink? I'm Clay, by the way," he continues, moving his hand towards me. I shake his hand before sitting down comfortably next to him.

"That would be lovely," I grin. "I'm Y/n."

"What a lovely name," he says, reluctantly letting go of my hand. "What would you like?" He turns away a little to look at Lenny grabbing his attention and asking him to come over.

"Another round of usuals?" He asks as soon as he reaches us.

"Yes, please," I tell him sliming brightly. "So, who did you invite over yesterday?" I drop the act as we wait for our drinks. I knew Wil, went of course but I didn't know who else had been invited.

"Well, I invited a fair few. Sadly not everyone could make it, but as compensation, we played some games during the day. So it was just Nick, George, Techno, Phil, Wil and me during the evening," Lenny put our drinks in front of us, sending a smile. Then going back to the other side on his own. He was always pretty good at reading people. So he probably guessed we just had a pretty serious conversation. Wanting to give us the privacy we needed. "We actually watched Wil's stream while we were waiting on Wil."

"Wait, you did?" I asked calmly even though I was pretty shocked. Sure, they were friends and all but it was Clay's birthday. 'Why would he decide to watch the stream?'

"Yeah, we knew he was dropping a song but didn't know who with. I instantly realized it was you when you spoke. All flustered by the sudden attention thrown on you," he says with a sweet grin. A blush spread across my cheeks. His right hand reached out, gently taking hold of my left one. His thumb softly caressed the top of my hand. "I didn't know what to expect when it came to the actual song. But I knew it would be beautiful," the blush darkened at the compliments. "What I didn't expect was that it was going to be a song about us and this very bar. I thought you had long since moved on from me. Forgotten about me even," he says softly, looking down at our hand. Squeezing carefully, almost like he thought I would disappear. "But there you were, off-screen, singing about our bar and the effect our breakup had on you," his voice got a little croaky and I could tell it bothered him that I had been dealing with this for an entire year. I squeezed his hand, trying to reassure him that it was alright. I was obviously not the only one who dealt with it for this long.

"It's okay," I tell him softly. "It was a shitty year and I wouldn't have gotten to this point if it wasn't for Wil. But it's okay, Clay. I don't want you to blame yourself, which I know you're doing," I said with a pointed look, getting a slight grin as he knew I was right. "It's my fault for staying in that state of mind for so long. I have gotta say though, I don't regret it cause you want to give us a second chance. And that makes me really happy," I smiled a genuine smile because this is, in reality, what I had been hoping for. I love this man too much to just walk away from him.

"I guess, but I hurt you," he replies in almost a whisper. "And all because I'm an idiot."

"You might be an idiot, but you're my idiot, okay," I giggle softly, leaning over to give him a side hug and pecking his cheek. Leaving my head on his shoulder as he chuckled at my response.

"That I am."

That evening, just like on our unofficial first date, he made sure I got home safely. But! Instead of me kissing him, he gently kissed me. Looking at me with the softest of smiles when we pulled apart. A dark blush spread on my cheeks. We just stared for a bit, not really knowing how much time passed.

He told me he would come to pick me up in the morning. To pick up our cars, both of us were too tipsy to drive home. I smiled and nodded. Saying shy goodnight, I entered my apartment as he went back to the uber.

"Look who is finally home, just in time for dinner," Wil spoke from the kitchen. He couldn't see me but who else would enter my apartment. Wait!

"Wha- Wil? How did you get in?" I ask confused as I walk into the kitchen. There I find Wil making a very easy dinner of simple spaghetti with green pesto and cheese.

"You gave me a key," he says not sounding convincing in the slightest.

"Did you break into my apartment!?" My eyes wide in shock. 'How could he possibly have broken in!? I am on the forth floor! And my door definitely did not look broken into.'

"No, no, no!" he puts up his hands in surrender, letting out a sigh. "Clay still had a key. So he gave it to me to return to you after," I stood there flabbergasted. I had completely forgotten about the key I had given Clay. He actually kept it? "Love how you actually give him it with a keychain that has his name on it," he chuckled, taking the key from his pocket, sliding it over across the counter, to me.

"I-" I wasn't sure how to react. I just picked up the key looking at the battered keychain. I found it in a store once. It had a smiley, similar to his iconic one, on the the from and the back was black. So I had gotten it engraved with his name and our anniversary date.

I still remember the day I gave it to him. I was over at his place but had to go home that night because of my part-time job. I was very tired and asked if he would bring me home and maybe stay over. He had agreed after my pleading, asking for my eyes. He very well knew I was gonna fall asleep during the - short - drive. So he needed to be able to open the door.

I had grinned sheepishly and handed him his own key. He had been very confused at first. My own set of keys was filled - basically - to the brim with keys and keychains. 'It's your key. Now you can come over whenever you feel like it,' I told him. The smile on his face made my day just that much better. He pecked my lips before we got up and headed to the car. That night he had to carry me inside, 'cause just like he predicted. I had fallen almost straight asleep as soon as I sat down in the car.

"-ello? Earth to Y/n? Someone in there?" a soft pat on the head brought me back from memory lane and in front of me stood a smiling Wil. "Where did you drift off to?"

"Sorry," giggling I shake my head and put the key in a bowl that was meant for keys. "Just thought about the day I gave that key to him."

"While we're on the topic of him, how did it go? Did my plan work? I mean, I guess it did cause you were there for like 4 hours," Wil started to ramble as he filled two plates with the now-finished dish.

"It did work," I grin, a blush returning to my cheeks. "Funny how things work tho, right? The song was supposed to help me get over him and instead," I let out a content sigh. "We are going to start over and try again," I couldn't help but smile brightly as I sat down on a barstool at the island. Wil coming over to my side and sitting down too.

"I am surprised of me saying this, but I am very happy for you," he says. "I never hated Clay, but just never knowing why really made me not want you to get back together with him. Along with, of course, you being miserable for an entire year for that idiot," he chuckles. "He really is an idiot but he loves you very much," bumping his shoulder against mine slightly, a smirk on his lips.

// MASTERLIST // ANONLIST //

[kuriboo]

hey have you seen the Nintendo direct today & if so how ya feelin

I saw some tweets earlier so I knew a bit of what I was getting into but I just watched it and HOLY FUCK MAN.................

under the cut i'll scream about everything i'm excited about! but this is one of the best directs of all time! this is SUPER long sorry but please know i am SO HAPPY this is one of hte best directs of all time i think

I WAS SO WORRIED MARIO AND LUIGI AS A SERIES WAS DEAD ;; I'M SO HAPPY IT'S COMING BACK!!! IT LOOKS SO GOOD!!!!!!!!!!!! THE ART STYLE, THE GAMEPLAY! IT'S MARIO AND LUIGI!!!! I'm SO EXCITED!!! I'm behind on this series I still need to play dream team (I should probably start it over at this point, I have this digitally it came on my original 3ds and I've transferred it between systems twice now) and paper jam (I OWN THIS SOMEWHERE but my stuff is in disarray from room renovations...I'll find it some day) but I'M SO EXCITED! FOR BROTHERHOOD!

I'm more excited for the Dragon Quest remakes than I thought I'd be! I saw they were being remade and I was like okay yeah sure...this already was released on switch my brother already owns these...but this remake actually looks way better than the previous release on switch! I'm into this! I'm down for this!! It looks a lot better! I beat dq1 a while back, I need to restart dq2 because I haven't played it in so long... and I was just told I should've started with dq3, which I haven't played, LMAO so

Super Mario Party Jamboree...a third Mario Party on Switch! I'm excited for the return of Western Land, I'm excited for another Mario Party, I love Mario Party it's a longtime family favorite (though we barely played any between 3 and super, we have super and superstar on switch though) so anytime there's new Mario Party content I'm happy! I think I would've preferred an update/dlc of superstars, but...I can see why it's not! I'd like to play this online with family! I'm just a little scared at the possibility of not being able to play with pro controllers again...joy con exclusive gameplay is scary

ECHOES OF WISDOM! FEMINISM WINS! I saw screenshots of this on twitter but oh the trailer has me so hyped.... ZELDA SAVING LINK LETS GO........ I LOVE ZELDA'S OUTFIT AND HER FAIRY COMPANION AND MAGIC LOOK SO COOL! This is gonna be so fun to play. And I'll probably be a lot less anxious playing this than botw/totk since there shouldn't be weapon durability? so this might end up being my favorite switch zelda pretty easily lol. I'VE WANTED PLAYABLE ZELDA FOR SO LONG I LOVE THIS

Hello Kitty game I might pick up depending on the price.... it looks cute!

The Looney Tunes game looks so funny I kinda wanna play it SPACE JAM!!!!!!!!!

I'm probably not gonna get Luigi's Mansion 2 HD anytime soon but I LOVE LUIGI HE'S MY GUY HE'S THE DREAMBOAT THE GOAT THE DREAMGOAT.... I've never played any Luigi's Mansions though! I think I have 2 on 3ds but again, I'm not sure where it is.... Idr if we have 3 or not? We might? I'd like to play a Luigi's Mansion game someday but it's not my biiiiiggest priority. As much as I love Luigi, I love him so so so so much, but without ever having played it, I have this nervousness that I might not like the Mansion series...

I WISH I HAD EXPANSION PACK I WANNA PLAY FOUR SWORDS SO BAD

I have been screaming about the ace attorney investigations collection ALL DAY dude. This games have SUCH a good story (I've only watched playthroughs) so I'm excited to play them myself!!! The fantranslation has definitely impacted a bit of my excitement though. The name changes in particular... Verity Galile is honestly a good name, Eustace Winner is growing on me (I'm worried what they're changing Blaise to...), but Eddie Fender............I'm sorry but that is RAYMOND SHIELDS i DO NOT like the name eddie fender i CANNOT get behind it sorry.... BUT THE STORY OF THESE GAMES MAN I'M SO EXCITED!!! I JUST GOT THE APOLLO JUSTICE TRILOGY FOR MY BIRTHDAY (a couple of months late, but, uh, extenuating circumstances led to my dad keeping forgetting to order it, i am not mad) so i wanna play that before AAI and I STILL NEED TO PLAY THE GREAT ACE ATTORNEY COLLECTION TOO..... BUT MAN I LOVE ACE ATTORNEY I'M SO EXCITED I WANTED TO CRY

metroid prime 4! i still need to get into the metroid series (i need to give it another try, i haven't been able to get myself to really enjoy it yet) but i'm excited for metroid fans! this is such a long time coming...and now it's so close! the graphics look really good! i don't have much else to say about this one.

AND MAN

OH

MAN

THE UNEXPECTED GOAT

I DIDN'T SEE THIS GAME BEFORE WATCHING THE DIRECT BECAUSE NO ONE IS TALKING ABOUT IT

BUT OH MY GOSH

PHANTOM BRAVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

PHANTOM BRAVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

NEW PHANTOM BRAVE GAME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i love phantom brave SO SO SO SO MUCH i wanna CRY i'm SO SO SO HAPPY!!!!! ASH AND MARONA ARE BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I NEVER EVEN THOUGHT WE MIGHT GET ANOTHER PHANTOM BRAVE! IT WASN'T EVEN A HOPE BECAUSE I JUST DIDN'T THINK IT COULD EVER HAPPEN!!!!!!!!!

PHANTOM BRAVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

idk about the mech part that's gonna have to grow on me but YOU CAN FUSE CHARACTERS WITH MARONA AND GIVE HER CUTE NEW OUTFITS???????????????????????????

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

PHANTOM BRAVE PHANTOM BRAVE

when this came up in the direct i literally could not stop stimming and shaking i SCREAMED i am SO SO HAPPY

i think i'm more excited for htis game than anyone else because literally no one that i've seen is talking about it but!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

PHANTOM BRAVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[punkeccentricenigma]

!!HALLOWEEN SPECIAL!!

Relationship status: Platonic

Reader prounouns: They/Them

Words: 1565

TW: Mentioned Leo x Usagi ship, Kinda crack fanfic, Some grammatical errors because english is not my first language.

A/N: Happy Halloween, my dear ones! I wanted to write a special oneshot for this day, even though I personally don't celebrate this holiday. Poland is a 'Catholic' country, so such parties are not widely welcomed on a larger scale here. But that's nothing; I hope you'll like it, as I was in a bit of a hurry while writing this. Enjoy!

"Donnie, did you really have to order so many of these packages?" Donatello's sharp black eyebrows raised as he glanced over his shoulder at the red-headed turtle leaning against the mentioned items.

"Oh, Nardo, do you have to breathe?" Soft-shell responded with a shrug, continuing to type rapidly on the keyboard. "Of course! That's going to be the theme of my Halloween stream today—unboxing mystery boxes." Donnie's gaze returned to the screen in front of him as he organized all the tabs in OBS to avoid unnecessary issues.

"Wait, a stream?" Raph grabbed attention, setting down larger packages on the floor. "How do you even envision this, Donnie?" His tone suggested less than enthusiastic approval.

The genius's eyes started to sparkle as he began to gesture. "So, first, I'll greet the viewers with very enthusiastic manners, I have everything rehearsed. Then, I'll present today's plan with an intelligent joke, and after that...!"

"No, no, wait! That's not what I meant!" The red enthusiast furrowed his brow, shaking his head in disagreement. “What about ‘this whole situation’??” Donatello sighed in annoyance, rolling his eyes when his older brother made a characteristic hand gesture.

"My dear spiky brother, there's such a thing as 3D avatars used in VR, or Vtubers with other enhancements, so it's not a problem," Donatello declared, crossing his muscular arms. Sometimes he got frustrated with the lack of internet culture knowledge from those close to him. "Besides, it's Halloween today! No one will question the fact that giant mutated turtles are walking across the screen."

"Well, kind of right." Raphael slightly embarrassed himself, adjusting his arm from behind his neck. Suddenly, Mikey emerged from behind him, holding a small package.

"Oh, oh! Will you tell about my Tumblr!? I've been losing followers lately," the youngest of the brothers asked, throwing the object directly at the purple lover, who barely caught it.

"Yeah, yeah, maybe someday." Donatello mumbled, throwing the item at Leonardo, who took a hit on the head, letting out a soft 'ouch.' "Okay, get ready, it's about to hit six pm," he reminded his brothers, returning to his computer.

The atmosphere in Donatello's room was filled with movement as the sound of rustling cardboard boxes filled the air. Occasionally, the silence was interrupted by April's distant but loud voice as she entered the room with Sunita and [Y.N].

"Yo, guys!" April called out, her voice resonating in the room. "Wow, that's a lot of packages!"

The turtles looked at them in harmony, noticing their unusual costumes. April was dressed as a pirate, probably based on Captain Sparrow with feminine additions; Sunita, despite being in her original Yokai form, had an outfit reminiscent of Rosalina from the Mario series. And [Y.N]? Just plain white rabbit ears on their head.

"Not too much, is it?" The rabbit teenager added, nudging one of the packages to get through.

"I'm not starting that topic again," Soft-shell announced with a quiet sigh.

"But it might take ages to unpack them, and we wanted to go trick-or-treating today!" [Y.N] observed, standing next to Leonardo, who wanted to touch their hair accessory. Of course, the teenager hit his three-fingered hand. "Your boyfriend has the same, if not better."

"He's not my boyfriend!" His voice was sharp, but a moment later, a malicious smile appeared on his lips. "...Yet."

"I want to be invited to your wedding," [Y.N] winked with a smirk, lightly elbowing the center of his plastron.

"Okay, we're starting, everyone take your seats!"

And so the stream began, initiated just as Donatello had tried to explain earlier.

"...So, moving on to the first package, Leo, catch!" Leonardo's dark eyes narrowed as he saw another incoming package, so out of reflex, he pulled out his sword from the sheath and impaled the cardboard on the blade.

"Oops?"

"LEO, YOU IDIOT, I TOLD YOU TO LEAVE YOUR WEAPONS IN YOUR ROOMS!!"

"MAYBE IF YOU DIDN'T THROW STUFF AT ME RANDOMLY, I WOULDN'T FEEL THREATENED IN THIS PLACE!"

"And here we go again..."

Fortunately, there was nothing more valuable in this box than simple fabric hairbands used for makeup.

"Do you think there will be anything cool, D? Like the latest iPad, or at least good coffee?" [Y.N] asked, handing a small, fluffy package to Donatello.

"I hope so because I spent over 4 thousand dollars on this palette!"

"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO, DONATELLO??"

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"Aww, this little octopus is so cute!" Sunita declared as she unwrapped a small blue octopus from the foil. "But why does it look so sad?"

"Oh, oh! Wait, I'll show you something!" Michelangelo tossed the camera up (which Raph caught at the last moment), practically jumping to the sitting girl on the floor. With a nimble move, he took the plush from her and turned the material to the other side, revealing a pink octopus, this time smiling.

Sunita's eyes sparkled, and she easily hugged the toy.

"Okay, viewers, if anyone wants this plush, message me on...!"

"I want it!"

"But...!"

"Please, D!" The charming Yokai's voice caused a slight panic on Donnie's part, who couldn't maintain eye contact with the girl.

Finally, he sighed heavily, turning towards the camera. "Okay, take it," he said quietly, glancing at the chat from the corner of his eye. "Sorry, viewers, content creators' friends come first!"

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"Hey, hey, people!" Leonardo started, almost sinking into colorful styrofoam as he tried to reach for something. Finally, he raised his arms, revealing a costume based on the character Lou Jitsu.

"Woah!"

"I'm taking this!" The high-pitched voice of the red-faced turtle woke his brothers from admiration.

"Hey hey! That's not fair, Leo!" Raphael was visibly displeased. "You had such a costume when you were at Big Mama's!"

"Hahaha! But this is a limited edition~!" Nardo replied with a malicious smile, pointing with his hand at the entire suit, then putting on his distinctive glasses. "So, no, no defeat!" And so he began to escape from the Laboratory amidst the protests of his brothers. The remaining trio of friends stayed in the room, giggling.

"Well..." April began, taking off her pirate hat. "Let's keep opening."

Sunita nodded energetically, grabbing another package, also trying not to knock the plush off her arm.

[Y.N] uncertainly picked up the camera and turned it towards themself. "I still don't know why you willingly want to watch this nerd," the teenager commented with a malicious smile, reading the chat. Her eyebrows suddenly raised "No, it's not Markiplier in a turtle costume. Start reading Ao3, not Wattpad, you pervs."

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"We have about 6 packages left, good job, guys!" Donatello's empty joy echoed through the room. Raph rolled his eyes, getting up from the chair.

"I'm going for chips," he declared straightforwardly, heading towards the exit. Suddenly, in front of his face, he saw the characteristic red eyes and puffed cheeks along with a loud 'BOO!'

The teenager screamed in horror, jumping backward and accidentally knocking over packed items. A chorus of laughter filled the room, causing a groan of pain from the red enthusiast.

"Hahaha! Sorry, big guy!" [Y.N] took off the 'Saw' horror series mask they were wearing. A proud smile was on their face. "I'll give this mask to Casey Jr. It seems to be in his style."

Raphael muttered quiet curses, pushing some things aside to stand up. "I'll revenge, [Y.N]!"

"Mhm, then Mrs. Cuddles will come into play."

If turtles could miraculously turn pale, Raph was feeling it perfectly now. "Okay, I take it back..."

A moment later, after a brief commotion and endless jokes about Raphael's fear, everyone sat down again at the table, ready to continue opening the remaining packages.

Determined, Donnie started talking to his viewers, trying to encourage them to donate, ignoring the earlier incident. This time, Leo carefully observed everyone approaching with a package, waiting for any surprises.

Suddenly, April's laughter resonated as she pulled out one of the many candy packages.

"I know what will help lighten the mood!" April exclaimed, holding another package in her hand. "Who wants the gummy bears bag first?"

Everyone immediately jumped up, reaching out to her.

"May the fastest win!" [Y.N] shouted, trying to grab the gummy bears package. It could be said that it was the favorite candy of the gathered group.

"I'll never lose!" Michelangelo already had the package in his hands, but suddenly Raphael's hand appeared and grabbed it before him.

"It's for me!" he exclaimed, holding the bag in the air.

A mix of joy, laughter, and sighs of disappointment filled the laboratory.

And when the last package was opened, and the contents exposed on camera, everyone looked at each other with a smile, after ending the stream. "So, can we go trick-or-treating now?" Sunita innocently asked, bouncing.

"We already have plenty here," Leo pointed out, swallowing the bitter chocolate that was found at the beginning of the stream.

"Give me a break; it's not such a pleasant experience!"

"Ohoho! The youth is going trick-or-treating?" from behind the frame, none other than Splinter himself peeked out, wearing his attire from the days of glory. "I am going too!"

"Aren't you too old for this?" Donatello sarcastically asked, shutting down the computer. Their father's muzzle revealed displeasure at his attitude.

"No one is too old for sweets! Let's go before Cassandra grabs them all!"

[wavernot4love]

hello wanted 2 talk about a bunch of fun things from Thursday first show of War All The Time tour 2nite at the Town Ballroom in Buffalo (this will include setlist spoilers)

(starting with a random little video of title track, the rest of it is in the keep reading thingy)

- TURNPIKE DIVIDES FOR THE LAST SONG??? they let her see the light of day!!! i am probably the only person who has heard her at 2/3 of the thursday sets they have seen /lh

- geoff took the piss out of victory records for not paying bands while talking about how i'll be you & jbny are mirrors of each other then played them back to back (also described jbny as their heaviest song.... correct!!!)

- crowd was GREAT. great pits, surfing vibes, actually hell, vibes were just great all around.

- make sure you get there early so you can catch both many eyes & rival schools (steve (thursday) actually played for rival schools today which was cool). i thoroughly enjoyed both sets, and tonight honestly made me a fan of many eyes as a project. i wasn't sure what to expect receptionwise from a buffalo crowd [insert every time i die lore] but everyone showed up for keith (buckley, former singer of etid)/them. i also thought he/they did great, and he seemed genuinely humbled. also saw him around after the show, bro was loading out merch so i didn't wanna bother him, but yeah, dude seemed chill. really enjoyed the songs as well, i'll be spinning them and staying tuned for future releases for sure.

- between that set, everyone just feeling like a true community all night, & a cameo from a local scene legend (if you know hardcore, the singer of terror/buried alive was watching sidestage all show, keith shouted him out hahaha), let's just say i felt like how i'd imagine patriotic americans feel when they hear the national anthem, but the western new yorker edition.

- between rupture and rapture & division st. were probably my favorite non big singles. so great to hear watt in full dude and the crowd was very engaged the whole time

- one thing that really sucks is geoff explained as they came out that pretty much all their instruments randomly got stolen right before they left for tour, so they were a little panicky and stuff but basically, nothing was gonna stop them from having a good time in buffalo (paraphrased). apparently when they were sorting out the tour routing a while back someone told them they should start in toronto but they were like, nah dude, we want to start in buffalo. back to my western ny patriotism analogy, i see. anyways, now that's what i call resilience. they put on a great performamce with such great energy, you can tell this is a band that truly loves doing this whole thing. support the guys extra hard this run.

- as the opening bit of understanding started i looked back at the carnage going on in the giant pit that was open at the moment and had to just. smile at That being a moment people were crowdkilling each other to /lh

- i brought my (digital) point & shoot and shot from the crowd! very stoked on those as i was quite close all show, will update with those once i edit em! will probably also be posting a review kinda thing on my site/ziney thing once i get that back up and published

- one final thing that haunts me is the wonder of what geoff was talking about here in this instagram story post from earlier. i even stuck around after the show (which ended around 10:30) in case... i don't know, thursday were to fly out of some sort of confetti cannon at 11 pm sharp, i have no idea, dude. someday i will ask geoff about Minds Blown - 11.00pm

anyway, every time i've seen thursday this past year of having the joy of really knowing their music (i'd heard of them of course just through being in the scene for years, but had just never listened then) thursdayband has come 2 mean more and more to me and i truly hope they never stop playing together as long as it makes them happy <3

[popculturebuffet]

Sam and Max: Bad Day on the Moon Review (Comic and Cartoon, Comissioned by WeirdKev27)

Hello all you happy freelance police. 54 years today a bunch of brave explorers took one small step for man one giant leap for mankind. And sometime in the 90's a dog and a lagomorph decided to take another step and also do some bloodshed on the side. Today we honor these brave men and whatever max is with a look at Bad Day on the Moon. Yes folks it's time for the moment i've been waiting for since this project began: a look at the comics that spawned the games and tv show. Sam and Max started as a comics trip Purcell did in high school and then college. Years later when a friend needed a second title for his comics imprint, he asked Steve for help and thus sam and max lept to the page, eventaully leaping to screen as Purcell started working at LucasArts. He made a total of four issues which were collected in "Surfin the Highway", a 90's collection that now goes for around 150 dollars.. as does the reprint from 2008 which Kev has, but unlike other times he's sent me stuff to review, he had.. shall we say ENTIRLEY VALID reasons for not sending me this. Why Skunkape hasn't tried to do a reprint yet I do'nt know, but i'm hoping they do and i'll be first in line. Thankfully the internet exists, so I could still get my greasy mits on these stories.

As for why this story in paticular out of all the comiic stories there's a few reasons: the first is later today (or tommorow if all dosen't go well) we'll be looking at "Bright side of the Moon" the duo's second trip to the moon, and it only felt right to do the first. The second is that it's the ONLY story out of the four (All of which I intend to cover at some point, don't fret), that got adapted for the cartoon. Yeah weirdly despite being an adaptation they only did this one story. Are the others too inapproriate or did they just have too much fun making up their own stories? did they just not fit?

Having only read this story I can't answer that. What I can tell you is that i'll also be looking at the adaptation, hence the comic and cartoon in the title. Since the plots are near identical with simply a few little tweaks in presentation here and there i'll primarly be following the comics version, for the nifty and easily accesiable visuals, while pointing out what the cartoon changes or how it presents certain scenes. Finally this story is notable for being the only one from any other medium refrenced in the telltale games, so to hearld the end of the first of that trilogy , it only felt right to get the story behind that picture in the office. Though honestly continuity wise.. I just consider all three versions in the same canon. There's nothing really contradicting it other than this adaptation and since bad day goes about the same way, we can just say the comic happened and the animation is just a pared down version of the actual events.

And yes Darla's absent, but she likely jsut went to college, is doing some goverment work or got tired of her adopted fathers weird shenanigans and while still sending them a postcard and a father's day card now and again, moved to michigan to work in peace. Maybe something for me to pick up on someday. For now let's see why this day's so bad and maybe if we laugh at it it'll go away.

The opening of BDOTM is the biggest change between mediums. In the cartoon it's a pretty simple but fun cold open: Sam and Max are chasing a perp, the perp turn out to be a rat named Sticky who stole a popsicle and this being sam and max they naturally come at him with a tank.

The Comics version is a tad more complicated, with them taking Sticky back to the ice cream man they stole some. Tragically it's not clint howard so when the rats show up instead of ending up in ice cream treats and woefully outclassed, the guy is HEAVILY implied t be dead. OUr heroes decide to nope out of this by threatning the rats with horrible experiments. The experiment gag is a little chuckle, but I really loved their pitch black interactions with the ice cream man afterwords.

I will NEVER get tired of these two bloodthirsty weirdos. NEVER. Point and click gameplay yes, this no. I can see why the intro was cut down as it's just not as funny without the corpse, much like Weekend and Bernies: The Animated Series, and honestly.. I prefer the shorter version. The Ice Cream Man jokes are funny.. but their only two panels. The protection racket rats, while neatly wearing various garbage (and my faviorite wearing a whole tomato), as their disguises , are just kinda there. And as much as the cartoon got away with including gay marriage, tones of pretty horrifying subtext and max really being just as deranged as ever, a dead body is asking a LOT. And the tank gag is simply punchier, quicker and acomplishes the same stuff. A nice extra the comic does have though is Flint Paper, the duo's neo noir roomate. It's essentially if Dirty Harry had an office next to IMP.. which given how he lived his life is not only probable but entirely canon now in my head. We get our ususual phone call shenanigans with Sam just.. standing on max this time, hilaroiusly, and we also get my second faviorite gag of the comics version

It's simple. Flint Paper also casually stabs a mailman. Geee I can't imagine why he never showed up in the cartoon.

From here the plot and MOST of the jokes become the same for both versions: Sam and max gather some junk food and assorted doodads, then take the desoto to the moon somehow.

And on the moon their protected by some really fun looking penny concious moon gear

Though eventually Max, being max just takes his off, Sam ends up following suit, and they can just breathe on the moon, likely because Purcell either didn't want to draw the penny concious moon gear the whole comic.. or he just thought it'd be hilarious to set up them needing it.. only for max to just take the bag off and be fine

We also get Max's brilliant theory as to WHY no one found this out sooner

Our heroes soon get picked up by a lunar lander driven by two mysterious greasers wearing a gorilla mask and a zebra mask

They appricate the lift but not so much the two punks holdling up a convience store.. said hold up does reveal something of vital importance

My sentiments exactly fellas. As you can see just from what bits i'm showing, the humor here is every bit as good, and it honestly surprises me: mostly indy comics take a second or two to really become what the franchise is known for, and while I can't vouch for the first story, this one still seems pretty early on yet is just as fully formed as the cartoon or telltale series. It's telling that the only changes needed to make this an episode.. were simply toning it down slightly. It's also my biggest guess as to why they didn't do more: it's not tha thtey couldn't it was just more fun to do weird shit that fit into the cartoons structure better than reuse the comics and have to deal with all the rigamorle needed to compress it into 11 minutes.

There's a minor joke change here or there, but like I said the plot is mostly the same. Since our heroes succesfuly foiled the robery, the shopkeep figures they might be able to help them and takes these two strange spacemen to their leader. We also get what is EASILY not only the best joke of both versions of this story, but one of my personal faviorites across all three versions of sam and max

It's a nice simple visual gag, puncuated perfectly by Max not letting go of it expsite it not affecting him in any way, that helps move the exposion along.. and honestly ends up overshadowing it. I also love how both versions have a great take on it. Here max never lets up about it but ti's done more casually till the explosion. In the cartoon the gag is longer, but every bit as good as they go through some beauitful moon vistas in the city this time including a people mover.. while max asks every few mintues for him to put his arms down. The ending is also diffrent in both versions: in contrast to the above the cartoon has max's shouting back the guy into a fountain.. where he Still dosen't put them down. I honestly prefer the cartoons version for it's pacing and ending, but the comic's is still plenty funny.

So as it turns out rat people have gone missing, so their big floating head in charge tasks our heroes with solving this crisis, but to do so they'll have to head to the DARK SIDE OF THE MOON!

With that our heroes head to the dark side.. and find something truly horrifying

Yeah i'm not fond of roaches on a good day. I will give the comic credit though for making them both bigger and more realistic and thus more horrifying. As for what their doing...

Again the cartoon tones it down.. it also left out the horrifying mouse bran muffin. Me I think the horror adds to the black humor of them just, lik ea human, casually using these poor beings, while still keeping the horror aspect. Naturally max gets them chased, but our heroes manage to escape.. oh wait no for once only SAM does, max gets vaporized but someone managed to latch his soul onto sam who makes him into a nifty handpuppet.

Yeah that's the trouble with reviewing sam and max.. sometimes all ic an say is that's funny or in this case

One of the only diffrences left between the two narratives is that the big head comes to pick sam up in a limo in the cartoon and they simply go back to the castle he's at in the original. The rats are able to reconstitute max, who we find out is also considred more of a mineral, and Sam already has a solutoin to the roach problem.

So cut to... the roaches being celebrated with a parade on earth as they'll help with earth's garbage, in echange for leaving those rats behind, still getting their creature comforts. We also find out it wawasn't flint who stabbed the mailman but a roach who didn't want them going to the moon because he's a xenophobic little shit. Our heroes thwart him, Sam sings a horrible tune and max either joins in or merficully ends our suffering depending on the medium. Happy day. Bad Day on the Moon is a pretty good sam and max tale. The only real place it lacks polish is the ending which just kinda.. happens and in the comic loops the roach in because. It has probablyt he thinest plot of any of these. What makes it work so well though is the barrage of great jokes. THe plots one of the weaker sam and max plots i've seen but jokewise this comic has so many bangers i'ts hard to keep track and easy to forgive the weak third act when you have greatness like "You can put your hands down now". All in all a solid recommendation Next Time on Sam and Max: I'll be wrapping up save the world as our heroes have ot head back to the moon, alice, to save the world from Hugh Bliss and his space cult. Stay tuned and thanks for reading

[mlobsters]

supernatural s8e14 trial and error (w. andrew dabb)

is this when the trials happen? i haven't read much stuff with specifics around those. nonsense but 5am and it's that bright out and it's january?? where??? lol (not on a boat in missouri)

the sentimental music while dean is setting up his room again reminds me of princess bride. think i've made that comment before (yes: speaking of manufactured conflict, this thing with garth and dean over bobby. dean snapping at him, garth getting upset. mushy music that reminds me of the princess bride)

s8e14 dean and mushy music / the princess bride once upon a time...storybook love c. mark knopfler

strings with that plucked acoustic guitar apparently is the princess bride sound to me

and oh have i heard about the memory foam mattress lol

that they stopped a pretty blurry shaky pan across the room to focus on the bed is making me laugh way too hard

sweet moment, letting us see sam is happy with dean settling in

.... okay.

LOL he picked him up like a toddler, that was adorable

SAM So, what – God wants us to take the SATs? KEVIN I-I guess. Uh, he works in mysterious ways. DEAN Yeah, mysterious, douche-y ways. All right. Where do we start?

SAM I know. I do. But trust me on this – this whole "saving the world" thing – it's a marathon, not a sprint. You got to take better care of yourself.

really nice (dad) moment there with sam and kevin

meanwhile dean swooping in to be the irresponsible drug supplying dad and give him groceries

ma'am

you sent dean on a face journey

CINDY Really? Keep it coming, Ken doll.

oh now sam gets called ken doll, dean was too back at biggerson's s7e9 from the reaver side effect of the turducken leviathan ooze

SAM Right. [SAM leans into DEAN's phone.] Hey, Kevin, uh, you did great, man. Get some sleep.

dad sam with the positive reinforcement, love to see it

DEAN Crowley. Poncy guy, about yea big, mountain of dicks.

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SAM Uh, they're on lockdown, and you need backup. DEAN No, I don't. SAM Yes, you do. DEAN No, I need you to be safe, Sam, okay? That's what I need. SAM What? What am I – when are WE ever safe? DEAN This is different. SAM How? DEAN Because of the three trials crap – God's little obstacle course. We've been down roads like this before, man – with Yellow-Eyes, Lucifer, Dick friggin' Roman. We both know where this ends – one of us dies... Or worse. SAM So, what – you just up and decided it's gonna be you? DEAN I'm a grunt, Sam. You're not. You've always been the brains of this operation. SAM Dean— DEAN And you told me yourself that you see a way out. You see a light at the end of this ugly-ass tunnel. I don't. But I tell you what I do know – it's that I'm gonna die with a gun in my hand. 'Cause that's what I have waiting for me – that's all I have waiting for me. I want you to get out. I want you to have a life – become a man of Letters, whatever. You, with a wife and kids and – and – and grandkids, living till you're fat and bald and chugging Viagra – that is my perfect ending, and it's the only one that I'm gonna get. So I'm gonna do these trials. I'm gonna do them alone – end of story. You're staying here. I'm going out there. If landshark comes knocking, you call me. If you try to follow me, I'm gonna put a bullet in your damn leg.

intermission for me to sob for a while. i hate when he's like this. i hate how little he values himself at times because it slams into suicidal so fast. and of course because they're settling into a home, they're both happy, the show had to do it. and then how they ended the series.. maybe someday i'll come to be okay with dean dying at 42, but today isn't that day. i need to just finish watching this

glad we get to see the hellhounds finally and that they went a route that we can't see much and worked to the strengths of the cgi

DEAN Sam, I didn't pass the test. SAM But I did... And I'm doing the rest of them. DEAN My ass you are! SAM I'm closing the gates. It's a suicide mission for you. DEAN Sam... SAM I want to slam hell shut, too, okay? But I want to survive it. I want to live, and so should you. You have friends up here, family. I mean, hell, you even got your own room now. You were right, okay? I see light at the end of this tunnel. And I'm sorry you don't – I am. But it's there. And if you come with me, I can take you to it. DEAN Sam, be smart. SAM I AM smart, and so are you. You're not a grunt, Dean. You're a genius – when it comes to lore, to – you're the best damn hunter I have ever seen – better than me, better than dad. I believe in you, Dean. So, please – please believe in me, too.

that's what dean and i needed to hear too. thank you, sam. and thank you dean for not fighting him on it.

i know how this plotline wraps up, more or less, but none of the details. thinking about my fuckup vs righteous man feelings, how sam is regularly put in that role of having to apologize for messing up. but has made these two big sacrifices. the pit for ruby, the trials for amelia. but i've also been in my sam feelings more lately so my read on anything might be skewed. gotta take turns getting tortured by some deity/deity-adjacent-thing

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Team Rancher (Solidaritek) for the ship ask meme, please?

Do I ship it? WHAT A COMPLICATED QUESTION.

I did, with all my heart and north of 50k words. In an ideal world, in my ideal world, I would still be shipping it. I can't explain how much I want to be okay with Ranchers. I feel like I got dumped by someone I was good friends with before we dated, who really wants to be friends again, but it hurts too much to think about them. (Has that happened recently in my life, yes, lol.) I hope someday we can be friends again, but I'm not good at getting over things.

I've been sitting on a "what's your brutally honest opinion of [ship]" ask since... the doc was last modified march 17. okay. It's a simple chronology

I watched Double Life, was not obsessed with mcyt, checked to see if people were writing it and was pleased. I wasn't even regularly watching their POVS.

I watched 3L and got sucked in hard by Flower Husbands. I started writing a bit multiverse series, and I needed Scott and Jimmy to talk about Jimmy/Tango having happened (they don't remember their pasts while in the life games), so I needed to play that out, and oops I was obsessed. (then smalletho happened in the same way with those people)

The crossover started, tango put those fucking hearts over the reunion scene (no one made him do that), I was possessed by tango/jimmy/fwhip and wrote and published my absolute most popular fic, it was real work to get through "oh i'll never get that many kudos again". (chart below to show you how damn popular it is compared to fic where i'm not actively sad about them). then i started publishing the sequel, and quickly went from "i'll never do a wip" to 'well just this once"

Jimmy built Tango the ranch and i got possessed again and wrote a long fic about it

i said "if that's all ever get, that's fine, this gave me so much to work with". and that would have been fine for a month long crossover, but i think it was 50 more days, every day wishing and hoping that today there would be something, that tango's ep would include the ranch, shit like that

And my heart turned bitter, guys.

This is my first unscripted/whatever fandom. The phrase "content creator" was not part of my life before. Maybe an actor sucked, but they didn't write the words they spoke, they were selling me a character completely distinct from them, it wasn't just that actor doing it all. Maybe a showrunner sucked, but so many people put their hearts and souls into their series.

But this? I don't know how to deal with this, I don't know how to separate annoyance with a creator from a character, not when they say all the same things and make the same weird noises and are, y'know, pretty much the same cause it's not like Tango's out there doing heavy roleplay. I just have no experience, and I can not express strongly enough how frustrated I am with myself that I'm so worked up over it. I was briefly annoyed with Scott about something around the same time (it's stupid, i'm not going to talk about it) and I worked SO HARD to not let it be a thing, i made myself watch scott content i knew made me happy, i was not going to let myself have an issue with scott, as we all know he's everywhere - and flower husbands will always be my first ship.

If I didn't have a god damned wip in tango pov I might be over this now. I would have been able to try and not think about it - I have ranchers pretty well filtered, but did you know filters don't catch text in an ask? They don't! But I thought about the wip every day, as it seemed harder and harder to imagine every writing tango pov, and it spiraled. It was very bad! I know I am allowed to drop a wip, but it doesn't line up with how I want to be conducting my affairs.

But then @that-tall-queer-bassist interrupted one of my wailing session to say they'd finish it. I have it all outlined, I had I think the first page written, and crucially i wrote the final conversation, the end of this damn series.

So now Limited Life is over, I don't watch much HC and it's sounds like Tango's just working on decked out all the time, so I can maybe get some space. I watched some 3rd Life last night and was doing find with Tango being around. Maybe I can CHILL OUT and someday I can go back to my Double Life wips, I know exactly what that Tango did and nothing can surprise me.

I would like to be chill again. I would like it so bad. I would like to un filter content on tumblr, and finish "Swinging Soulmates" which i think is actually fantastic, and put my ranchers fanart back in the frame. I'd like to do the main part of the larpers au and not just the side fics. (Though i wrote tango being around and being jimmy's bf in the smalletho morning after larper fic, i was very proud of myself.) Maybe after the wip is done, and I can exist neutrally. I don't know why the series is so popular, fwhip/tango had one more interaction ever (and fwhip wanting to trap him in a hole forever....) I guess it's fix it? I wish it felt like fix it for meeeeee

Ship It

What made you ship it? They were so dumb and sweet and they vibed together so well. So much chaos going on, but hey were 200% loyal and ready to do whatever the hell the other one wanted. I love that. Also, uh, Jimmy.

What are your favorite things about the ship? I want to explore most dynamics with Jimmy, right, I keep writing brand new ships and stuff? And Tango gave me opportunities other people don't, because, for better or worse, there's no one else like tango.

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship? idk i'm a mess

Don’t Ship It

Why don’t you ship it? Because it hurts my heart

What would have made you like it? No crossover, or different crossover, or... just different stuff on the cc level

Despite not shipping it, do you have anything positive to say about it? Yeah man it's a beautiful ship. It's so fun, they're so fun, I was really pleased with what I could easily do with the sexual dynamics, i loved them so much

My kudos over time. (if anyone wants to make their own i can make a spreadsheet template and share my tricks and tips

Below the cut is what i had sitting in my drafts in march for brutally honest opinion.

My brutally honest opinion of Ranchers?

Double Life was great. I somehow didn’t get into them until I was writing a multiverse-whatever flower husbands fic and needed to fill in the blanks of “scott and jimmy are talking about DL and obviously they fucked” and i incepted myself into it. I loved it, I wrote a lot, loved art, commissioned art, etc.

Right now we’re on a little bit of a break. This ship, and specifically the crossover, is what got me publishing, not just writing, when I was possessed day one. “MY EX STOLE MY SOULMATE” is still my most popular fic by far, and the unfinished sequel is in second place. After jimmy’s second crossover ep, i got into a fic i loved very much, “love respect joy and ranchin’”. i put so much work and  love into it, i got a fwhimmy consult and a grian consult. I said after that ep that if that was all we got, i’d be okay, cause i’d gotten so much out of it via fic. But then the length of time of “not getting any more” was too long, I spent too long wishing and hoping, and my feelings went sour