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hey babe ik i’ve been super inactive on tumblr for a while but Eddie has ✨reawakened✨ things so i’m humbly requesting: some fun adrenaline-fueled spicy time after one of his gigs with his band?

No, but same though!! Eddie seriously singlehandedly pulled this blog out from the grave. I hope this is good heh, so enjoy <3

warnings: smut! (characters are 18+! minors DNI), oral (f receiving), fingering, car sex, kinda public but not really (coz in the van), swearing, drinking

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The Hideout was one of those places that were easy to describe. You could do it in one word: shithole. There was no better description of it. On the outskirts of Hawkins, built out of whatever materials failed to make it soundproof, the floor was covered in spilt beer and other liquids. The walls were now covered in posters of old performers, but even those were falling apart. Besides the bar, tended by one miserable man named Sunny, there were no tables, let alone any comfortable place to sit.

The stage was big enough for an average-sized (4 people) band to set up their instruments and mic stands.

You, upkeeping the role of “girlfriend of the lead guitarist”, joined your “lead guitarist” every Tuesday (whenever you could) to said shithole and hung out with him while he and his friends set everything up. Sunny gave you a discount on the drinks since you were with the band, more or less, so it wasn’t half bad.

‘How you hanging up?’ Eddie walked over to you once he had done his little sound check. The pre-show adrenaline was pumping through him, and you could see it in the way he jumped from leg to leg once near you.

‘Tired, honestly,’ you were always honest to each other. Eddie nodded and pulled you into a hug.

‘You don’t have to stay, if you don’t want to. I already appreciate it that you came for sound check.’

‘No, I want to be here, just don’t think anything of it if I start yawning during Rogue Morgue.’ You let your chin rest against his chest, looking up at him into his eyes. Even in the dim light of the room, you could see how warm the brown in them was.

‘Of course, just you don’t think anything of it if I start yawning during it,’ he chuckled, and you smiled sheepishly along, knowing how that was one of Eddie’s least favourite songs to play.

‘Will you play Iron Man?’ you asked a bit later.

‘I’m not sure,’ Eddie mumbled. You were still holding each other close, now swaying from side to side. Though, you pulled back a little bit at his answer to get a better look at him.

‘Oh c’mon, I love how you play it.’

‘We’be played it a million times already!’ he went into defence mode, but so did you, and you were ready to win the battle.

‘I thought you liked Black Sabbath,’ to prove your point, you poked the patch on his denim vest with the band’s logo. Eddie rolled his eyes playfully.

‘Yeah, so I also like all their other songs. Seriously, sweetheart, I got you to listen to some of their other stuff.’

‘Maybe so, but I like Iron Man, so, please,’ you extended your please until he finally gave in with a smile:

‘Ok, ok. Fine. But I’ll have to talk to the rest since we hadn’t really planned for it tonight.’

‘That’s fine,’ at that moment, some familiar faces walked into the venue, ‘I got company. Go.’ You broke the embrace, much to both of your disappointment, and as Eddie turned around to head back to the stage, you faced to greet your friends. Robin and Steve walked in side by side, the former more excited than the latter. Steve mostly looked… confused. You didn’t blame him; you knew how little he knew of… everything, pretty much. But you also were aware of how happy he was to come to support Eddie when you mentioned the band’s show once when you were visiting the video store.

‘Yeah, we thought we’d come a bit earlier, try to snatch an autograph or something.’ Robin laughed, looking around the place, ‘You weren’t kidding, by the way, this place is a total shithole.’

‘I know, but it’s the best we got for now.’

“The best” was a crowd of about 20 more people slowly managed to come in. Maybe some more had joined throughout the show, but it didn’t matter. The guys played great. As always, they seemed to be having the time of their life up on that stage, and their skills on their respective instrument, of course, went unmatched. Finally, Eddie stepped up to the mic to announce the last song.

‘This one goes out to my girl; here’s Iron Man.’ And with that, he started playing Tony Ionni’s famous riff, and you shouted out in excitement, much to the judgemental glances of everyone around you. You didn’t care, though. You were too excited and too drunk to care. It must have been their best performance to date, and you were quick to tell Eddie this once the two of you reunited next to the stage. He wrapped you back up in his arms, his guitar slung over his shoulder, and you kissed him on the cheek.

‘That was amazing, Eddie.’

‘Yeah, you thought so?’ He had always been self-conscious about his music, no matter how many times you were to tell him just how good he really was.

‘Yes! Just maybe…’ you drifted off.

‘Maybe what?’

‘Maybe, next time, don’t play Iron Man. It’s a bit overdone, don’t you think?’ you couldn’t keep your laugh in for longer than a second after finishing your sentence. Eddie groaned in faked annoyance, kissing your temple.

‘Just be happy I managed to exchange Rogue Morgue for it, otherwise we’d both be suffering.’

‘I do actually like it. And the bridge in Silverlined Black Cat went so well!’ Of course, you tried to boost his confidence up a bit, knowing that that bridge was one of the most complex parts of their songs… something he did entirely by himself to himself, but still. It was a challenge that he had nailed that night.

Eddie held you tightly, and through the way he was moving and how his tone had shifted into a much more soft one in his following words, you could tell what he had in mind. He usually got like this after his shows, tipping off that high that only performing could give him; ending the night with a bang was a must then. His lips were against your ear, and he was ready to whisper something to you, something only you were allowed to know, something most likely to do with what he had planned for the two of you later– but that is when his eye caught Steve and Robin walking up, beers in hand. Eddie’s whole demeanour turned like a light switch– he turned away from you lightly. He brought up his biggest and least sexually frustrated smile to give your other friends the illusion that they had not just interrupted something between you and him.

‘So, Harrington, did you enjoy the show?’ Eddie’s goal over the past few months had been to convert Steve, more or less, into a metalhead. The guy had had enough Hall and Oates for a lifetime; it was time for him to appreciate something a bit more… heavy.

‘Yeah, man, it was… good.’ Steve searched for the word a bit too long. ‘You were really… rocking it out there man, very Ozzy.’

‘Thanks, man,’ Eddie smiled, appreciating the comment, knowing it was probably the most he would get out of Steve Harrington, as the man was absolutely hopeless when it came to… most things.

The conversation continued on for a little bit, fuelled mainly by you and Robin, talking about the music, the quality of shit beer provided at the Hideout and whatever else came up in between. Steve added to the conversation here and there, but Eddie was visibly getting increasingly agitated. He clung to you impatiently, waiting to get out of there to the point that he cut Steve off mid-sentence.

‘Hey sorry, man, but it’s getting late, and I promised to get y/n home.’ He smiled his sly smile, not leaving you with much else to fight back against. But also, you knew exactly why he was trying to get away so badly, so you didn’t bother to protest. The four of you had already been, very slowly, making your way to the exit, so you waved Steve and Robin off while walking towards Eddie’s van yourself. You watched them drive down the road, tailgate lights disappearing into the vast darkness of the woods. Eddie wrapped his arm around you, making sure you were close and could hear him whisper: ‘You better get that cute ass of yours in the van, or I swear to god-’

‘You swear what?’ You tried to tease, but evidently, Eddie wasn’t having any of it. He kissed you passionately, lips practically smashing against each other, and when he pulled away, his eyes were dark, filled with lust.

‘Then I’ll just have to fuck you right here, right now.’ His words send shivers down your spine, a hot feeling of arousal through your entire body, right to your core. The stern eye contact remained for a few seconds, and as each one passed, it seemed more and more likely that Eddie’s warning could become a reality… and what concerned you the most was the fact that the idea of it didn’t scare you off.

But perhaps it would have been a bit more appealing if it wasn’t the front entrance of the Hideout you were at. It just wasn’t the place you wanted to risk something like that. So, with another chaste kiss on the lips, you wiggled out of Eddie's grip and turned around– which resulted in Eddie smacking his hand on your ass. You glanced his way to catch that smirk crossing his mouth as he unashamedly checked you out.

He let you lead the way by a few paces, giving himself the access to a view most guys would pay a million bucks for (Eddie's words, verbatim). But he was still the one carrying the car keys, so you stopped at the door and had to wait for him to strut over to you to unlock the door. What you thought would happen was that he would open the passenger door for you like every day when you were driving home from school, but Eddie walked over to the back of the car. For some reason, that surprised you, as you had expected him to drive you somewhere more secluded, or maybe his trailer. But Eddie had no patience for that. He opened the door for you and let you inside. The second you sat down comfortably on the blanket that the two of you had left there for nights precisely like this, Eddie jumped in and pulled the door closed by the rope attached to the handle. It closed with a bit of a bang, and Eddie was on you within a second.

He carefully helped you get comfortable on your back, his weight lightly pressing over you. His hands were finding their way back to their favourite position on your hips as he kissed down every inch of your skin accessible to him. Then, when you arched your back at the feeling of his lips, he was quick to push you back down. He had been waiting the entire night for this moment, thinking of what he would do to you, and he was sure as hell gonna make it happen.

He kept moving down, his lips now kissing your stomach over the soft fabric of your shirt. Technically speaking, it was his, but the piece of clothing had not seen his closet in many months. He pulled the hem lightly over your stomach, revealing the tattoo you had set there recently. It had been a fond memory, he had taken you to the parlour himself, and to this day, he was the only one who knew about the existence of the little flower. Right there, at your hip bone. He emphasised kissing it before getting to work on taking off your trousers.

It was a bit of a fumbly process as always, especially in the dark and the limiting space that was the back of his old van. Though, Eddie had learned from experience that he didn't need to take them off completely. With three strong tugs, he pulled them down to your ankles, at which you then did the job of kicking the trousers off completely. Eddie repositioned himself between your legs. Even in the dark, you could tell he was smiling.

'You don't know how long I have waited for this, baby,' he mumbled before starting to kiss down your thighs.

'About four hours?' you couldn't help yourself but joke at his expense, but once again, the payback came quickly when Eddie let his teeth lightly graze over the skin he had been kissing mere seconds prior. He moved up and down, making you lie there in anticipation of his next moves. Whenever you thought he had reached his limit and would move on, he just moved back down your leg again. And what made it even worse was that when he did come back up your thigh, he would also be sure to keep inching closer to your core, letting his lips near your slit.

'Please, Eddie, don't tease-' you whined out, searching for his hair to grab on to, though Eddie locked his fingers with yours before you could do that. You held his hand, feeling the shape of his rings, trying to focus on that rather than the torture he was putting you through.

'Already so wet for me,' Eddie traced a line over your panties with his free hand. The unexpected stimulus change made you gasp, but for the rest, you remained quiet, so Eddie persisted: 'I love how quickly I can get you to beg for me.' He kissed you lightly, still over the light fabric, never actually touching as that would be simply too easy. Eddie didn't like to go easy on you. He loved the little sounds you made when you got frustrated with him; he loved seeing you writhe underneath him, holding in your begging that would eventually come out one way or another. He knew it would as that was what he always tried to reach for in his endless teasing.

'I think you want me to keep going, don't you, sweetheart?' he smiled, tracing his finger over your slit again, slowly, lightly, barely even touching you really, but you had already become so sensitive that it was enough to drive you crazy.

'No, Eddie, stop it; I can't take this,' you whined, and Eddie immediately listened. He pulled his hand away from you and sat up. To his delight, you had made a mistake.

'No, no, no, I didn't mean stop everything, please, Eddie,' you whined out even louder. 'I need you.'

'Where do you need me?' Eddie asked. So, you showed him. You let your hand trail down and didn't hesitate to reach under your underwear. Eddie watched you play with yourself, finally enjoying the proper friction and touch you had been craving for. He could also feel himself getting harder and harder in his pants, but this wasn't about him right now. Right now, he was enjoying the view most guys would pay a billion bucks for.

He watched until he couldn't any longer. Not only because he wanted in on the fun, but it seemed to him like you were reaching your end a bit too close. He couldn't have that, not without any of his input.

'You're gonna cum when I'm inside you, got it?'

You had enough time to nod, indicating your understanding, before he ripped your panties off. The rip of the fabric was deafening, shocking you a little considering how quiet it was in the van. It was just you and Eddie, your combined heavy breathing and moans. There was nothing outside even to disturb you. No people talking, no music playing, no cars driving by. It was just the two of you.

Eddie, being the man he is, stuffed the pieces of fabric in his back pocket before finally letting his tongue trail across you. He savoured your taste while getting all the right spots that made you twist and shout, or whatever the fuck the Beatles were singing about.

You moaned his name, over and over again, as he went deeper, fully encapsulating himself in the bliss that was your body. He did not understand how a person could be so perfect in every aspect of life, and most times, it wasn't possible. Except with you. You were the one person where he could say, with confidence, that you were perfect on every possible level imaginable. The moans you were making as he sucked at your clit could make him climax. It had happened– he was so focused on your pleasure that by the fact of it actually coming true, he felt such a relief and fulfilment, that the pressure inside of him popped. He had gotten better since he learned how to manage his excitement.

He pulled you closer to his face, hands on your thighs, fingers digging deep into the soft skin. You were now shaking against him. Your release not far away.

'Eddie, fuck, fuck. Please,' you moaned out. Eddie took it as a sign to keep going. He let one of your legs go to use his free fingers against your clit, rubbing heavy circles over it. He was getting rougher by the moment, putting the pressure on you that you needed– until he stopped.

It was not the first time he had pulled a stunt like this, and yet, every time, left you shaken. You tried to catch your breath, and calm yourself down from the ruined climax. You didn't even notice that, in the meantime, Eddie was pulling down his pants.

He didn't need nor did he bother to take them off completely. Just a few inches was enough, and so when you looked back up at him, you were greeted with the sight of Eddie stroking his cock. He got down on his knees again, leaning over you. His long hair fell down, framing his face. With a kiss on your forehead, Eddie slowly thrust inside you.

'Oh, fuck,' you gasped, trying to adjust to the new feeling.

'That's right,' Eddie couldn't stop smiling at the sight of you underneath him. He moved his hips at a steady pace, never entirely pulling out, but always ensuring that you could feel him deep within you. 'You're so tight, baby. Always so good for me.' He reached one of his hands down to rub circles over your clit. His lips did not leave your skin for a second, peppering kisses over your face, sucking lightly at the side of your neck.

'No, Eddie, stop,' you had to push him before he would leave a mark, 'not there.'

'Of course,' as much as he wanted to continue, leave something for everyone to see that you were his, Eddie respected your wishes above anything else. But it didn't stop him from having his fun.

A slight repositioning was needed, in which he sat down and pulled you up in his lap. The new angle shot a spark through you, but it hadn't even been Eddie's primary goal.

'Gonna ride my dick like a good girl?' he asked, pulling your shirt over your chest and rolling it up a bit so it would stay in place. He was taking shortcuts, too horny to take all the proper steps, so he didn't bother unclasping your bra. With his rough hands, he pushed the material down, revealing your breast to the cold night air that had made its way into the van.

'What are you staring at,' you managed to say, voice weak and exasperated, trying to focus on the feeling of him between your legs.

'Just…' he chuckled, 'you're gorgeous.'

'So are you,' you moaned out your words as Eddie met the movement of your hips. You shared another kiss before his lips trailed down to your breast, where he could finally do what your neck was out of bounds for. He kissed your soft skin and took his time teasing it. You yelped out when his teeth sunk in lightly, not far enough to hurt, but just enough for the sensation to rush through you. Then he started to suck that hickey into you, a semi-lasting reminder for the upcoming few days of this little moment between you. Whenever you would see yourself in the mirror next week, you would think of Eddie, this van, how his cock was stretching you out and making you see stars, and it was everything Eddie could dream of and more. He loved that you were his.

'Fucking,' he left one last kiss between your breast, 'Perfect. You're absolutely fucking perfect, y/n.'

'I love you,' your voice was becoming thinner and thinner as you felt the fatigue wash over you. The signs were all there; even Eddie could tell how close you were. He held you tightly, lips already against yours again as that climax was nearing the both of you. He had tried his best to keep you quiet, not wanting people to suddenly become concerned from hearing screams in an old van in the middle of the woods. It was a bit annoying, seeming how badly he wanted to listen to each sound you made. On the other hand, it gave him a high like no other drug could.

'I love you too, baby. So close– c'mon, cum for me,' he panted. Both of you were getting closer and closer. Eddie's hair was sticking to his forehead as the air in the car got warmer and warmer, sex overpowering all senses.

The knot inside you tightened, pulling from within until your vision went dark. Eddie let his hips move up with a few final thrusts, reaching your deepest parts, right where you needed him, before you both reached the tipping point. A duet of moans formed as you rode out the high. Your heart beating faster than it possibly ever has. Eddie didn't move, just held you close in his arms, kissing the top of your head as you tried to catch your breath.

'You did so well,' he said.

'Might have been our best yet,' you giggled, too tired to say much more.

'Hmm, I'd still put that time at Lover's Lake–' Suddenly, a slam on the side of the van scared both of you. You screamed out, ready to tell your life goodbye. Eddie pushed you back into the van, away from the door.

'If you two done screwin',' Sunny shouted from outside, 'get the hell outta here!' He slammed the side of the car once more.

'We should probably get out of here,' you laughed, scrambling up to get your trousers back before climbing up to the passenger seat. You grabbed them and were about to put them on, but Eddie stopped you.

'No, c'mon, you didn't think we were done yet, did you?' The smirk on his face could only be described as devilish.

'Just shut up and drive, Munson.'

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late-to-the-magnus-archives · 8 months

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I Took the One Less Traveled By - a Malevolent Fic

FINAL FIC OF SURROGATE: THE DIRECTOR'S CUT, SEASON ONE

Faroe is given a choice.

A choice six years in the making.

She could never have predicted the result.

AO3

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Her birthday.

He’d forgotten the date, gotten lost in their travels and searching.

Six years.

His daughter. His Faroe. If they hadn't pleased this monster , she would die. “No,” Hastur whispered. “No! Please! ”

The audience cheered. “Aaaand coming to you live, from Carcosa!” Kayne cried, holding up the cake in one hand. In his other, he had a weird mic, long and thin, almost like a wand. “The season finale to the greatest show of this generation!” And he tilted the mic away. The audience cheering stopped with the sound of a record scratch. “Been thinking of calling it Lester Yellow, you know, almost like it’s some kind of seasonal Home Depot color, what do you think?”

“Leave her alone,” Hastur breathed, so terrified he could not move. "I beg you. I'll do anything!"

"What?" whispered Faroe in a daze.

"No!" shouted Arthur. "Don't touch her!"

“No?” said Kayne. “Naw, you’re right, that name doesn’t really make sense. Oh, well.” Record-scratch, audience cheering. “And here we are! The overall ratings are in, kids! How do you think you did? Well, I can tell you: you did fantastic. The drama! The tears!” His voice dropped sixteen octaves. “The character arcs like blades, hooking deep in the gut! Oh, and of course, filicide. Fucking delicious."

Hastur made a noise as if he'd been gutted as Kayne spoke.

How dare you, John groaned.

“And I brought cake for the occasion!” Kayne said, holding it up again, and eyed them. “But you know what? No, no, cut. Cut! Edit. This little clusterfuck will not work.” And he snapped his fingers.

They were abruptly torn away from each other.

Everyone shouted. Nibbles bleated. Hastur and Arthur found themselves on opposite sides of the throne room, just within the blazing light—and behind some kind of barrier. Whatever it was, neither could get past it; whatever it was, neither could be heard.

They banged, shouted, kicked. Hastur, then John, tried spells.

To no avail.

Faroe scrambled backward until she slammed into the throne, gasping. Nibbles had been placed behind her, on the seat, unbound, but similarly cordoned off.

Kayne loomed , leaning over her, blocking the spotlight so he was silhouetted except for the freakish whiteness of his teeth.

Faroe stared up at him, gasping loudly, fear upon fear after horror upon horror making her shake, making her feel so weak. She’d grown up around bigger beings, long been used to such large things as her father—but this human-sized man, right now, felt bigger than them all. “Kayne!” she cried.

“That’s my name, feel free to wear it out and I’ll make up another one!” he said, and laughed.

It was horrible, that laugh. Worse than in her head. This close, shocking, knife-like, it pierced, and she screamed, covering her ears with both hands.

He crouched suddenly, holding the mic out to her so her gasps echoed back at her from around the room. “Hey, now, don’t be sad! You won! What do you have to say?”

Faroe cringed. “Go away!”

“Mmm, nope, nope, I mean, my script has a lot of space for improv, but that’s definitely not on the docket.”

“What do you want?” she cried.

He laughed. “What does anybody want?” he proclaimed. “Affordable coffee! Universal healthcare! Vengeance! A damn good show!” He tilted his mic away like a cue, and the audience tittered.

Faroe's tears were hot on her cheeks. “I thought you were my friend!”

All the sound stopped. Not even a record-screech this time, just sudden, strange silence. Hastur and Arthur were frozen, unmoving. Over her head, so was Nibbles, still in place like a photograph.

Kayne’s look was pitying, and cold, humiliating, as if she'd just been stupid . “Did. I act. Like a friend?”

She stared.

He leaned in, crawling forward, crouching over her on all fours like some predatory beast, and his spine did not curve right. “Did. I act. Like a friend?”

“No,” she whispered.

“Trust what people do. Not what they say.” He patted her cheek and stood again, human again, and all the sound resumed. “And now, it’s time for the final game of the season!” The audience cheered wildly. He looked at her. “It’s your cue,” he mouthed.

Cue? Cue for what? She had no idea what was going on, what these crowd sounds were, what the hell he was holding in his hand. Just how many times did she have to go into a horrible situation like this and not know what was going on?

She wiped her face, furious. This wasn’t funny.

“Oh, I disagree,” said Kayne.

In their invisible barriers, her fathers (fathers!) both railed, physically battering themselves, trying to get to her.

She wanted to cry. She wanted to scream. She wanted to draw the sword from the stone like Arthur had and…

Kayne tsked . “I think she's a little stunned, folks, let's all have some patience, yeah?" The crow laughed and hooted. "Faroe, Faroe, Faroe... don't make me wait! This has been six years in the making, baby doll. You are a success. Your presence (and your opinion and your happiness and your love ) forced these idiots to work together and be interesting enough that you don’t get canceled tonight! Isn’t that lovely?”

“Canceled?” she whispered, and memories stuttered into place. Similar words, something about a mini… mini show? Something, from that night, years ago—

“Hey, that’s pretty good,” said Kayne. “Good memory you got, there. Bet you made some new ones tonight, eh? You two, reaching toward each other like some famous ceiling painting! You, fucked in the head and sure he was going to kill you, but reaching anyway! Him, uncaring if he fucking died as long as you didn’t—and just making it in the nick of time, because you were about to pass out, and then he wouldn’t have gotten to you quickly enough if you hadn’t reached back. Wow. I mean, wow. I couldn't have planned it that dramatically.”

The audience began chanting her name.

She'd never hated her name before. She hated how it sounded now, ugly, violent, like a club in each hand, coming down. She shook and looked at her fathers again.

Arthur was sobbing, on his knees; he’d beaten his hands bloody, trying to get out. Smears hung in the air, on nothing, showing where he’d tried hardest.

Hastur had practically torn out the floor; it was like a meteor had landed on him, divoting, but he could not break through. Whatever Kayne had done clearly locked him in from above and below, too.

They couldn’t help her... but maybe she could help them. Slowly, Faroe looked up. “If I play, will you let them go?”

The audience cheered.

His grin was brilliant and shiny and white, and there were definitely too many teeth. “Brave little thing. Yes.”

Such a simple answer had to be a trap—but she couldn’t risk it. “Fine. What are we playing, Kayne, worst secret friend in the world?”

That title cracked him up, and she clutched her ears again as glass shattered somewhere in response to his levity.

Gasping, she yelled. “Well? Are you just going to… fuck around? ”

Well, maybe that wasn’t the way to go, because he laughed even harder, slapping his knee, and paced like a tiger. as if this was just so great that he couldn't hold still.

Faroe looked at her fathers.

No, she thought. She would not be crushed by this. She braced herself, reached behind her, and used Hastur’s throne to stand. (Like Arthur had, pulling himself up by a sword he made himself, like Hastur had, even after he'd had to do the worst thing, like—)

“Ooh,” said Kayne, low, his eyes lidded. “I liked that. You really are worth all that effort, maybe. Maybe. Still a kid. Well, anyway. Are you ready to learn what you’ve won ?"

“Yes,” she said, as if pronouncing her own doom.

He raised both hands, legs apart, as if posing for some kind of explosion. “A second season!”

And the crowd roared, louder than at the games, somehow more human than at the games, wild with anticipation.

"What?" Faroe called over it. “A second season? What does that mean?”

“Six more years, baby-doll. I don’t kill all of you for six more years.”

She stared. “ Kill? ”

“Your dad’ll explain the fine print later,” Kayne said, waving his hand, and abruptly shoved a plate with a slice of cake into her chest. “Take it.” He smiled. And it was a warning.

Her hands trembling, she did.

The cake was weird. The frosting was shades of brown, like rotten fruit, and it smelled like a peach left long on the ground, putrescent. Bile filled her mouth. She did not eat.

“So!” he said. "Let's see where we are, shall we? Not a forced family anymore, and while I have personal preferences on that account, I hear you.” He shouted at the ceiling. “I hear you! Conflict resolution! Declarations of love! Old plot lines revived! Punishment! I hear you, cheese and crackers!”

The audience laughed. Some asshole bellowed, That's what I said!

Faroe swallowed again. She was so tired; her body was done, fight-or-flight reserves already tapped, but Arthur had stood, and so would she. “Will you get to the point?” she said as imperiously as she could.

“I like the schtick, doll, but don’t push it,” he said. “You get to choose.”

The audience went oooooh.

“Choose?” Choose what? She wracked her brain. She’d missed something.

He watched her twist, his smile eager, hungry, cruel . He was waiting for her to ask.

She’d agreed to play—and whatever else Kayne was, his warnings and specific promises had always been true. She clenched her healed hand, memories of flesh melting too close to the surface. “Choose what?”

He winked at the ceiling and said, “Hastur. Arthur.”

The audience murmured, uneasy. She waited. He didn’t add to the sentence. “What?”

“Two choices, babe. You get one vote. You can’t abstain. No ties. You have to choose. Hastur. Arthur."

Choose what? Choose what?

She couldn’t do this. How could she do this? What did he mean? What was he asking? “I request more information.”

“No.” He angled the mic away from himself, and the crowd said ooooh .

She stomped her foot. “That’s not fair! I don’t know what I’m choosing!”

“Sure you do. Hastur. Arthur.” He laughed, arms out, and spun on one foot. “Choose!”

Choose?

It had to be death. He’d already talked about killing.

All the spells he’d taught her were cruel in some way. And Arthur didn’t even want to talk about what Kayne had done. And her father…

Her father was afraid.

She had to choose who was going to die tonight. Faroe put her hand over her mouth, trying not to sob. She wasn’t ready. She wasn’t ready to say goodbye. Not to anyone.

“No one ever is, baby doll,” said Kayne in a mockery of gentleness. “You’re out of time. Choose, or I will, and oh… you will not like that penalty. You should ask your dad how it goes when my words are ignored. ”

Get him a body bag! Yeah! some guy in the crowd shouted, and they all just laughed.

She swayed. For one moment, just one, it almost drowned her. This choice. This weight.

“Five,” said Kayne.

Arthur had stood.

“Four,” said Kayne.

Her father had done the hardest thing for her tonight and wept tears of gold.

“Three,” said Kayne, holding up three fingers.

“I’ve decided,” she said, because she had.

Divorcing herself from the emotional angle. Stepping back from them being hers. From what she’d learned tonight. From the brand new beautiful things that helped to heal the horrors she’d seen.

She had to view this as an adult. She had to view this as a queen . The least harm to the most people. The most good to those in need. If someone was going to die, it had to be Arthur—because her father could bring him back. If Hastur died, Arthur would love her and be there—but he couldn’t bring Hastur back, and Carcosa would be in trouble.

She couldn’t think through it more than this. Felt like her brain stuttered and fell, face-first in the mud. She could not emotionally engage.

A drum roll began, low and menacing.

She spoke, and to make them proud, she tried to speak like the queen she was meant to be. “I choose Arthur to die,” she whispered instead, and then burst into tears.

Nothing happened. There was eerie silence; even Kayne was quiet, as though waiting for her to get it together again.

She couldn’t shut it off right away. Hitching, choking, she finally dared look up.

Arthur was alive. Staring at her, clearly shouting her name. John kept trying magic, splashing gold along the invisible barrier, to no effect.

Did that mean…

She spun, terrified.

Hastur was alive, still trying to power his way through, his gold robe ichor-stained, his ragged half still fluttering as he tried with all his power to reach her.

Faroe was so confused she didn’t know what to do.

“Aaaaand we’re back!” said Kayne, and the audience cheered. “Excellent choice, baby doll! Real smart! I mean, I’d prepped for both options (and that’ll be fun when the other plays out) but honestly? I was hoping you’d choose him. Too much l-u-v and outright sappiness otherwise. Boring!”

“Wh-what?” she said.

Kayne snapped his fingers.

The barriers disappeared.

“Faroe!” came from both sides, and suddenly, she had them back.

Her fathers, both of them—and she and Arthur were both in Hastur’s arms, off the ground and half-hidden. She had them. They lived. They lived.

"My daughter," Hastur cried, his voice broken.

"Faroe!" Arthur cried.

Faroe! John cried, and both Arthur’s hands took hers, squeezing them, comforting.

What had she chosen? What had she done? “I’m sorry,” she gasped, clinging. “I don’t know what... I don't know what I did!”

“Well it’s been a good night, folks, with our breakout star (pretty good show from a kid whose first scene in this show was grkk, you know, dead) , but it’s time to wrap up.” The audience cheered wildly.

“Go fuck yourself!” snarled Arthur.

“No,” Kayne said. “She picked you, loverboy.”

What? breathed John.

“Couple of notes! Don’t make me repeat them, now.” Kayne counted on his fingers. “One! Arthur’s off the no-kill list. We all know you’re not going to do it, anyway, so that limitation is pointless.”

What the fuck? John demanded.

“Quiet!” Hastur snarled, focused, rapt.

“Someone learned his lesson,” Kayne said in a sing-song voice, and counted his second finger. “Two: new stars! Can’t kill them. Can’t send them away. You’re smart. You get the idea.”

Hastur got the idea. “Yes.”

“Good!” And everything froze.

Hastur stood alone, facing the being he’d tried to find a way around for six years, who now scared him more than anything he had ever known.

There was nothing here in this place. A vague blue-gray light, and nothing else. Eternity in emptiness. Hastur made a low, strained noise.

“And three… I don’t like you,” Kayne said, and it echoed, the words sound over and over again from all directions.

Hastur trembled. “I know.”

“I don’t like you… less than I did, though? The utter misery works for me. Crunchy heart, all in pieces . But still. I don’t like you. So here’s what I’m thinking, Golden Boy.” Kayne approached, and as he did, his guise melted away, and what he was came out to play.

Hastur fell back, crying out, huddled in terror.

Shadow bled from the thing “Kayne” had hid, madness threatening even Hastur's mind, and the next words burned themselves into him like brands. “She gets six more years. It’ll be played out at that point; I’ll probably move on. But you? You.”

Hastur panted, not daring to run, not daring to anger him more.

“I'm thinking I might just kill you, anyway.”

Hastur felt like his hearts stopped. He stared.

“Am I being greedy? Having my cake and eating it, too? Yeah, sure, but I mean, easy win, right? Everyone is gonna love season two. But you? You’re the one who did the shit. You did it all, didn’t you? Why, it was all… your… fault.” And his voice dropped low to a pleased and terrible rumble, eager, expectant, hungry.

Hastur’s whisper was nothing. “Yes.”

The darkness writhed, relishing. “You have to pay, don’t you? You know you do. You should hear their cries… they want you to suffer, bucko. They want you to hurt. That’s only fair, isn’t it?”

It was. He hadn’t suffered enough. Not for what he’d done, what he’d wrought. He could see that. He deserved… more. "Yes," he whispered, head bowed, because it was right.

So would end the King in Yellow, Lord of Carcosa, fool.

But six years—that wasn’t enough time. If he were dead, who would protect them? They wouldn’t be safe. They would be prey. He couldn’t make them safe in six years. No one could. Hastur made one soft, helpless sound. "Wait..."

“That was lovely! Heartbroken is a damn good look on you, bubby.”

”I need more time,” he whispered, ready to bargain whatever misery this being wanted.

”No,” said the Faceless One. Then he flicked Hastur's mask. Hastur cried out. It reverberated, that pain, shocked him, briefly blinded, flashed through him like lightning, and he found himself flat-out on the ground, whimpering helplessly. He reached up and found a chip in the mask that was his face, an eerie, sharp jag along the top right edge.

“You can’t bribe me, no matter how pretty that was," Kayne said, withdrawing, shrinking back into his guise with every step. "Six years. Good luck making it aaaaall work out.”

And time started up again.

Hastur was where he’d been, protectively holding his family ( his family ), unable to breathe.

His grip tightened. Fragile. They were all so fragile. His face hurt so much, throbbing with his hearts.

“Guest star number one!” Kayne bellowed as if there’d been no interruption.

Trumpets played.

“What the fuck?” came a new voice, a male voice, a heavily accented Bostonian voice, and a man came stumbling into the spotlight as though thrown.

Arthur twisted toward him.

Arthur? said John. Arthur, it… it can't be.

“Parker?” said Arthur, his voice going high and fragile.

“What?” Parker challenged, clambering to his feet. His clothes were a mishmash of Dreamlands commoner fare, as if he’d stolen it all off various washing lines, and they were sweat-stained and torn. His hair, long enough to tie back, was greasy and in his eyes; his boots were worn, and his beard was half grown in. “ Arthur?”

Arthur gawked. Tears began rolling down his face. "Parker? Put... put me..."

Hastur let him down.

Arthur staggered toward that voice, and his breath hitched once. "Parker? Y... you're alive?"

" You're alive?" said Parker. "Fucking... you... son of a bitch, you're here?"

The drum rolled. “And guest star number two!” said Kayne.

Watch out! a new voice snarled.

But not new. Not at all.

“I got this,” soothed Parker, but it didn’t matter at all.

Arthur stopped as though he’d been gut punched. “Yellow?” he choked.

MURDERER! the voice cried.

“Easy, Sunny,” said Parker.

No! Parker, get away from him! He’s fucking dangerous! Yellow snarled. He'll hurt you! He... he'll... get away from us!

Arthur staggered back as if punched. He shook now from head to toe, his breath going shuddery and shallow, his voice a soft whimper.

The drum roll abruptly resumed, and the orchestra began building, louder and louder, adding percussion, strings, brass—“And of course, what’s a new season without a new villain?” Kayne cried, and his eagerness made the room tremble. “Guest star number three, straight from the wilds of the sweetest digs in the Dreamlands! Covered in the sins of his youth, filled with power from the nastiest rituals you’ve ever seen, scion of the Order of the Falling Star, and one of my favorite puppets… Wallace (ace… ace…) Larsooooooooon!”

The music exploded into chaos, a gargantuan blare of discordant noise, and the audience joined it, booing, shrieking, hissing and howling.

"What? What is... where am I?" came a syrupy drawl, smooth and unafraid, and Larson staggered into the light, dressed in colorful finery good enough for Court, with dragon-hide boots, with jewels sewn into the seam of his cloak, rubbing his eyes as though briefly blinded.

Arthur went completely stiff, as rigid as if he'd been electrocuted. It seemed he no longer breathed.

Hastur, John warned.

“What’s happening?" said Larson mildly, unafraid, confident. “I do declare… my, my. What is this place?”

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaand action!" Kayne bellowed—and disappeared, along with the spotlights, the crowd, the ambient noise, leaving them all alone in Hastur’s throne room.

The silence was deafening. Then, it was broken.

“You!” Larson snarled... at Parker. “Thief! How in the hell did you get loose again?”

“Oh, fuck this guy,” said Parker. “He ain’t getting you back. You hear me? Try it, asshole!”

Parker, I’m scared, said Yellow quietly.

And Larson spotted Hastur, and fell at once to his knees, arms raised. “Oh… oh! Nilgh'ri l' vulgtmah Uh'eog ph'nglui Turor! Llll ahornah, h' ahuh'eog nilgh'ri! ” he proclaimed in R'lyehian, pronouncing what had to be worship.

Hastur! John cried.

Without a sound, Arthur lunged at Larson with every intent to tear him to shreds.

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Notes:

Wow. What can we even say?

We wrote this crazy series as a love-letter to Malevolent. We're playing in the sandbox, raising castles (and razing them, too), and honestly never expected that anyone else would enjoy the mess we made like you wonderful readers have.

Thank you all for your comments, your encouragements, your reactions. They've meant more than you know - and ensured that we would actually WRITE this thing instead of just going, "Wouldn't it be amazing if..."

As for this forced FOUND family, their story isn't done. We're already working on season two—though we might need to catch our breath before we post it. :)

Thank you for trusting us. <3 Hopefully, you enjoy the ride to the end the way we are.

And thanks again to Harlan, who is awesome, and made these dolls for us to play with in the first place.

See you in season two. Love, Trin, @sepiabandensis, and @sparklyandheroic

#malevolent fic #surrogate series #hastur malevolent #kayne malevolent #kiy malevolent #faroe malevolent #faroe lester #arthur lester #john malevolent #john doe malevolent

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Drabblecember Day 29 - Shopping Trip

Prompot List- Fling Posse Selfship / Yumeship Masterlist

Fandom: Hypnosis Mic

Characters: Ramuda Amemura, Ann Wolff (OC)

Pairing: Ramuann

Words: 700

Finally, some time spent outside, all alone. And right at the end of the year too. This meant one thing for Ramuda – Get some shopping done! Just some end of the year shopping before it becomes a little too crowded. So was the plan. And he didn’t want to do it all by himself! Thus he of course took the chance to invite Ann. Or rather drag them along. Because he had showed up randomly at their current living place and they had still been inside their bed when he had arrived. They almost had been snoozing until the afternoon!

If it had not been for him tugging the blanket, begging like a little kid and even climbing onto the bed and sitting right on top of them before hopping up and down they would still be sleeping. Of course he scolded them shortly after, that they have to go to bed earlier and get the proper amount of rest but honestly, it was a lecture he gave them every time but they just wouldn’t listen. And that is why he had also not shown them any mercy during the shopping trip today! Oh no, far from it! Revenge time!

The punishment? Going from store to store and forcing them into all types of outfits. Of course Ramuda would not push it too far, skirts and dresses were a no go. But as long as there were pants he could make it look as cute as possible! And he was not going to pass up the chance! In between all the groceries and some necessities to design and sew he found the time to make them try on whatever he wanted. It was almost like having a live mannequin! Oh, and the horrors had not ended there for Ann, no~

As if to punish them further he made sure to take a photo of them on several instances, either in the different outfits or just around the city. Even right now, during the break they were taking. After all, a shopping trip is more exhausting than one would have you believe. “Ann–Chan, over here~” He said, waving over. It made them look, sure, yet they were visibly embarrassed, the redness showing. “H… Hey… Didn’t you take enough pictures?” They asked, flustered. And yet, they were looking straight into the phone camera. “Hmm… Nope, not yet~” He responded with a smile.

A quick ‘click’ echoed out loud, the shot taken which made him pull his phone away finally. “I will make sure you will not forget! That’s your punishment after all~” He continued, though saying this in a more cheerful than strict tone. Yeah, this was just an excuse after all. They both knew. And yet, they were playing somewhat along. “P… Punishment? Hah, if you say so.” They did not even try to argue with him on this, finally aware that there was no escape once in his grasp. Especially when it comes to shopping. “Not just that but also~”

“Also?” They asked, looking at him a little confused then. The answer came quickly out of his mouth, suddenly grabbing their hand and lifting it up in the air a little, then nearly shouting: “Picking the best moments to show you off you know~ Hey everyone, look! That’s my Ann–Chan!” All while he was smiling ever so widely, making them only turn red once he looked back at them. Oh that face was just so cute, he loved seeing it. “Wha— H… Hey! Not so loud!” They reminded him and that was all they could say to this most likely.

“Why not? I have to show people who you belong to after all.” He countered, the smile not fading away. Maybe it was a little selfish sometimes but it was true. If Ramuda didn’t make it obvious that they were with him, then what was the point? Well, ok, this relationship was more than showing off, but he wanted to anyway. Nothing and no one could stop that. Even during moments like these. Thus he did not let go of their hand and thus dragged them along. “Anyway, let’s continue! There’s a few more shops I’d like to visit, together~”

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i want to hear ur thoughts abt object terror, you philosophor

so disclaimer i havent seen OT in fucking months so this insane ramble isnt gna be. the best but

object terror is one of the best worst fucking object shows ive ever seen, literally the PRIME example of some edgy kid trying to make an object show that isnt ur grandmas object show. no. this is the REAL shit and they say SLURS and theres BLOOD and GORE (yes im serious theres blood and gore and death but itsnot that bad, definitely a bit shocking if u didnt expect it to happen tho)

theres also shitty voice acting and terrible mic quality galore, EX: theres a fucking cup that had this dogshit mic for the longest fucking time and it deadass sounded like bro was talking into a washing machine ohmy god, i remember there was a clip of him going around on twitter a while ago cuz of this (i think that was my first time seeing anything from OT too so theres that)

OH and theres cactus, i barely remember anything abt him but he had this fucking emotionless voice that made me HYSTERICAL. there was a scene where someone got him pissed and he said "you take that back" with. absolutely no emotion at all and since then me and my friends keep fucking quoting that line cuz its the funniest fucking shit ever

btw that slur line i said earlier wasnt a joke, one of the characters straight up drops the R SLUR in the FIRST EPISODE (funnily enough, that character became the creators objectsona i think? ik they kinda used him as a mascot for a bit which is so fucking funny) tho i dont think they drop anymore slurs after that but dont take my word on it

anyways i gotta talk abt my favorite fucking part abt this fucking show before i get to. mint

THESE FUCKING CUNTS.

before i watched object terror i got fucking warned abt these two because there was a . homophobic scene w them or some shit and i had NO idea what it was for the longest time so i was really excited to see what object homophobia was gna be graced upon my faggotly eyes

and then theyjust. started making out randomly. LIKE OUTTA NOWHERE and there were other characters there that were gna try to attack/kill them? but then they saw them kissing and were like omg ewww boys (i think. the stuff that happens after this scene is kinda blurry tbh and im NOT gonna go back and watch the clip to see what happens ok. i REFUSE) and im sorry but thats the best fucking object show scene ever

AND LIKE? IDK? MAYBE ITS JUST ME BUT I DONT GET WHY I SAW PPL SAY THIS WAS HOMOPHOBIC???? i dunno maybe its just me but like these two just kissed while watching tv and eating chicken AND NOTHING BAD HAPPENED TO THEM!!! THEY LITERALLY WON IMMUNITY BY THE END OF THE EPISODE TOO. THEY WON. THE GAYS WON. and its so fucking funny to me bro object terror LOVES the gays

ok now i need to talk about mint im sorry i hate this fucking thing so much I NEED TO KILL HIM WITH A ROCK!!!! FFFUCK!!

hes literally just taco ii but 100x worse, i dont even like tacos evil arc or whatever cuz i always found her annoying BUT MINT IS SO MUCH WORSE

never in my. almost 2 years of watching object shows have i ever hated a character so fucking much LIKE GENUINELY THIS THING MAKES ME SO FRUSTRATED. hes just that. lol XD random character FOR THE WHOLE SERIES. just annoying and loud and does literally fucking nothing AND THE JOKES W HIM ARE SO FORCED I SWEAR THEY STOPPED . EVERYTHING THAT WAS GOING ON IN AN EPISODE JUST TO FOCUS ON THIS MOTHERFUCKER CUZ HE WAS GONNA DO SOMETHING FUNNY. im not mad that im missing out on some "juicy" object terror "lore" im just pissed that i have to see this fucking disgrace on my screen

oh and in the latest episode (as of now, the series isnt actually finished yet and i hope to god it never gets continued) SUDDENLY mint has a fucking arc THAT WAS NEVER FORESHADOWED AT ALL IN THE SERIES!! SO SUDDENLY HES A SMART GENIUS THAT COULD DO ANYTHING CUZ HE HAS MACHINES N SHIT AND A WHOLE ASS LABORATORY ??????? THEN HE FUCKING DIES

do you know how many fucking. mid and uninteresting characters we had to lose for him

DO YOU KNOW THE LOSSES I HAD TO DEAL WITH CUZ OF HIM

he lived for too fuckig long in this show dammit it pisses me off that he's even a character that exists . i blame him for being the reason why i hate joke characters (except david ily david bfdi)

i dont wanna talk abt him anymore im gonna

OK OK BUT. 1 more thing. smore

smore is this guy that they introduced later on in the series and hes a FUCKING. DEMON FROM HELL and i need him so bad actually

i think at some point he tries to . kill mint too so im literaly making out with him rn oh my god HES SO

im so mad hes in object terror IM GETTING YOU OUTTA THERE BABY ‼ ‼ 🗣🗣

honestly tho he was so cool im a little mad that they introduced him so late into the show CUZ WE ONLY SEE HIM FOR LIKE 2 EPISODES GRAHHHH RAAGHHHH babygirl

anyways thats it i feel like theres more but im not gonna wring out any more object terror knowledge from my brain i think that'll kill me

hope u enjoyed my insanity anon heres a loser . hope this heals you

#long post #seriously i mean it #dear god im not fucking normal #are u happy #ask

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Part 6: Blissful Ignorance

But wait, there's more!

Or in other words, this project is still ongoing. Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, Happy New Year (because I probably won't be posting anything again until sometime after) and hope you enjoy!

RED: So what exactly is the point of all this?

“It’s just a stupid dance. They do it every year for the freshmen but the whole school can go.”

RED: You’re not.

She stopped cleaning the mess that was her room for a moment. She could use a break anyway. It was getting kind of troublesome having to stop every few seconds to read what Red was saying. Not to mention having one arm perpetually tied up with holding the GameBoy to do so. She’d taped the mic to it while she figured out something less bulky.

She fell onto her desk chair with a thump, sliding it back and bumping into the desk. An old keyboard and a couple pens fell to the floor with a clatter.

RED: What was that?

“Sat down too violently,” she said, absently wondering when he’d started hearing the background.

RED: Oh.

RED: So why aren’t you going?

“Why do you care so much? It’s not like it affects you.”

Red was unfazed by the curt reply.

RED: It’s just a bit strange to me that you don’t want to.

RED: My company can’t be that interesting.

“Trust me, it’s not,” she said with a smirk. “I’m just not into dances.”

Red considered that. Leann didn’t seem to be ‘into’ anything, if every previous conversation about her social life was anything to go by. She told him all about her little projects and hobbies, but all of them seemed devoid of anyone other than herself. The girl was clearly a loner and yet…

She didn’t sound very satisfied about that.

RED: Don’t you have friends?

His concept of time was still a bit iffy; being trapped for decades in digital hell did that to a person—or whatever he could call himself. However, he was fully aware of the amount of time he’d spent with Leann thus far and, unless she was lying to him and his sanity had degraded worse than he thought, she never seemed to hang out with anyone outside of school. It appeared she woke up, got ready, left, then came right home once the day was over. It was like clockwork. She picked up the GameBoy at almost the same time every. Single. Day.

He may have lost his mind in that damn cartridge, but he wasn’t stupid.

The hesitation in her voice only drove the point home further.

“I have friends,” she said, tone defensive.

RED: Doesn’t sound like it to me.

RED: Don’t take it the wrong way.

RED: I’m just worried.

Red? Worried? For her, no less? The thought was both slightly amusing and more than a little unusual. “What are you worried for? I just don’t really like anyone.”

RED: Out of an entire school of students, there isn’t a single one you get along with?

“What happened to all that mistrust you had a month ago?” She was starting to get a little weirded out by his prying. The more time she spent with him, the more human he seemed. She often found herself lying awake at night, staring at the lit GameBoy on the desk and wondering how something so complex could exist within it. Red wasn’t programming. Couldn’t have been. Which didn’t leave a whole lot of options. Either he was the soul of some dead kid trapped in there, or he was some sort of demonic entity. Neither were things she should really be messing with, if she was being honest. Still…

She did enjoy the company.

Red didn’t respond immediately, opting instead to contemplate. What had happened to that mistrust? At some point in time he couldn’t remember, he just… started trusting her. He tried telling himself it was because it was nice to have someone to actually talk to, and it was. But that didn’t give him a reason for what he was doing right now, did it? He was picking up on things that he shouldn’t even be concerned with. What did it matter if she didn’t have friends?

A month ago, he’d have said nothing to all of this. What changed?

“I take it you don’t know either,” she said to the screen, showing Red’s sprite as it stood somewhere in Viridian.

RED: …No.

For the life of him, he couldn’t figure out why he was being so friendly.

Though she still hadn’t been allowed anywhere near the game’s code, Red had allowed Leann to play the game normally once she made it clear she wasn’t going to hurt him anymore. He’d warn her if things were about to go south and he couldn’t prevent it, and she’d stop whatever she was doing and switch to something else.

Right now, she had a Caterpie for no particular reason that she was building up in her spare time. She didn’t have the heart to say anything, but she’d never actually been that into Pokemon. She only bought the cartridge because it was a ‘cool old thing!’ and it was cheap compared to the rest of the game store’s wares. She’d actually forgotten her GameBoy had even existed from its place in the back of her closet.

She was sure it would be a gut-punch to Red if he found out, so she kept silent and proceeded to Google reasons for why she did certain things. Poor guy didn’t seem to have any concept of the internet.

She hummed. “Can I ask you something personal?”

RED: Sure.

“Do you… I don’t know. Do you, like, remember exactly how you came to be… like this? Were you always aware you were in a game?”

It was something he’d pondered himself on multiple occasions. Hearing it asked from another person seemed to give him some form of clarity on the matter.

RED: I…

RED: I don’t know what first made me realize. If I had to guess…

RED: Maybe it was the same narrative repeating with every new game players created.

RED: The more it happened, the more I kept asking myself: Why? Why do I keep doing this? Hasn’t this been done before? Why do I need to keep repeating it? What’s making me do this?

The text got a little too cozy in the box and some of it ended up cut off. She could still make it out though. It seemed she’d opened some sort of floodgate.

RED: People I thought were my friends, rivals… EVERYONE started repeating the same lines all of a sudden.

RED: No matter what happened, it was the same set of dialog. Almost like they were following some sort of script.

RED: …Do you know what it’s like to realize you never had any freedom? To have your illusion of choice ripped away from you and be told you were MADE to do this?

“…No. I don’t.” The thought made her stomach twist.

RED: Even my accomplishments were stripped from me. The only things I could hold onto that made me something, GONE. Taken by something “better.”

Her interest piqued at that. “I don’t know if you still remember, but early on when we started talking… Back when I had to spell out everything, you mentioned being replaced? What did you mean by that?”

RED: They took everything from me and replaced me like I meant NOTHING. Then they cast me aside to rot while my legacy was destroyed by some…

RED: …BROWN-HAIRED KID.

‘Brown-haired kid?’ Suddenly it clicked. “Do you mean the games that came after yours?”

RED: …

She could practically feel the anger emanating from those three dots. Now it made sense. Mostly. There was just one issue: How in the world did he know there were other games? If she was the first person he ever had a conversation with, then how could he know about the newer games? And there were so many. Was his anger directed at all of them or a handful in particular?

She cursed her lack of knowledge on the franchise and made a mental note to look into things later. Back to the matter at hand, she wondered if maybe he had somehow read the data on the different GameBoys he was inserted into. Maybe he had some sort of backwards compatibility that let him look into the tiny internal memory. She wasn’t an expert, but she figured it might be likely that there were little traces of data here and there that remained on the console itself. Data that would reveal there were different games and that Red wasn’t in them. If that was the case, then it was likely his anger was directed at any subsequent games that would’ve been out in the 90’s or so and not, say, games on the DS or something.

“That’s… I’m really sorry, Red. I wish I could say I understand what that’s like but…” She struggled to think of an appropriate response. “I don’t know if it matters any to you, but yours is the best game in my opinion.” Technically a bit of a stretch, seeing as how this was the only Pokemon game she’d ever owned, let alone played—save for a random Pokemon-themed pinball game she used to have—but the poor guy deserved some validation. It wasn’t exactly a lie either; she would gladly trade every game she owned if it meant getting to keep his.

RED: …….Thanks.

RED: That actually means a lot.

It felt wrong to ask him if he had a prior life to all this, so she left the conversation where it was at. She was no closer to figuring out what he was now than before, but that was ok. At least he seemed to be feeling a bit calmer now. A change to a lighter topic was in order.

She asked him if he knew about TV shows.

So confession time: I actually never have owned or played a single Pokemon game in my entire life. I have recently been thinking about picking up one just to try it, but yeah. The mention of the GameBoy Pokemon Pinball thing is legit the only game I've ever played. Funny, right? Of course I remember the original series, I had a few toys and even some of the movies, but I was never really into the franchise. Would not have seen myself doing this at any point in time but hey, life's weird like that.

Part 5: here

Part 7: here

#glitchy red #pokepasta #my writing #fanfic #yes i know i'm taking many artistic liberties here #this was never supposed to be a retelling though #think of it as a sort of alternate “what if”#one that's mostly comprised of my own headcanons for glitchy #it's still gonna make some mentions to certain things from the original creepypasta #and i think it still works regardless of if you think this takes place after the original story or if that never happened #or maybe it doesn't #idk #connection

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freakymcnastys · 12 days

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sparks. - chapter 4 [show me how]

━━ . ˚₊ ꒱ "I promise you this. I will always look out for you."

january 20th 1991

AFTER NIRVANA had officially finished their show (since the audience wanted an encore) and the band made their way to the dressing room the venue provided.

"I'm so unbelievably tired" Sam sighed, taking a seat next to Dave on the couch. The band had just performed and now they're just waiting for the crowd outside to die down so they could leave peacefully. "I hear that—oh look pizza!" Krist said, opening a box of still warm pizza. Nirvana was just hanging out (with the addition of Courtney).

Sam was not lying when she said she was tired because after putting on one of her extra 'metallica' hoodie that Kirk and Cliff insisted she needed. She lay on the couch facing away from the rest of the room with legs on Daves lap because he refused to move and fell asleep. All anyone could see was the back of her hoodie and dirty blonde hair.

"No way she's actually sleeping.." Courtney laughed earning a few light laughs from the others since no one thought Sam was that tired to actually fall asleep in the dressing room. It was surprisingly quiet after a show.

Well that was until a man with a hat and mic with another man with a camera enter the room. "Hey its nardwuar!" Courtney said, pointing her finger in his direction. "Yeah hi! Thanks by the way!" Nardwuar said moving to give a hand shake or wave to everyone. Shortly after that Nardwuar started his interview with nirvana (mainly kurt).

"Hello Kurt!" He smiled at the blonde and so the interview began. Although Sam wasn't aware this was happening since she was sleeping. But after a few minutes she turned over on her back to face the ceiling, annoyed since she couldn't sleep over all the noise.

The camera man pointed to Sam who got up off the couch. "Hi..?" She just waved at them before walking over to the table where Krist was eating pizza. Grabbing a slice and starting a small conversion with Krist. "What the fuck is going on?". He shrugged, "Some kid wanted to interview us."Sam just chuckled a bit. After talking a little more before she walked around the table to pull up a chair next to Kurt, sitting criss crossed.

"Hello Sam! Thank you for joining us!" Nardwuar said, enthusiastically pointing the mic to her. "Hi! And of course I hope no one has been bothering you!" She smiled at him. Sam was somewhat paying attention to the interview but not too much to keep a conversation with him.

"Well everyone has been lovely don't worry! How was your nap?" He laughed. "Oh! actually kinda good considering the amount of times Dave got up and sat down!" She jokingly scolded Dave who was talking to Pat. He just made a face while everyone laughed.

"Actually Sam I do have a question for you! Is it true that you and Kurt did not meet in high school but by you babysitting his younger sister kim?" Naurwar questioned, waiting for Sam's response. And Sam just looked at Kurt who looked surprised. "Whoaaa! How the hell did you know that?" Sam said, taken aback.

"Like I said he just knows this shit.." Courtney said, eating more pizza. "Well it's my job to know Sam!" Naurwar smiled. "Well you are great at your job because that totally true! Yeah uh I knew Kurt from before freshman year–thats so weird how you know that–not even Krist knows that.." This made Krists ears perk up. "Know what?" He asked. "That me and Kurt met through me babysitting Kim?" Sam smiled and Krist just looked confused making everyone in the room laugh at his reaction.

"Sam I hear you like all kinds of music, could you name a few?" Naurwar asked. "Oh I love this question! I think umm–uh I just listen to whatever just sounds good?" She went quiet for a second thinking of what to say, when Courtney scoffed.

Sam couldn't believe she started to act this way again. Well she could believe it but still. "Um—uh I've been really liking Biggie and Tupac although they've not been liking each other recently.." She trailed off, playing with her rings.

After a few minutes more of the interview, Naurwar said that he was done and bid his farewells to the band. "Well that was fun!" Sam laughed half sarcastically. "I kinda like him.." Kurt smiled, fixing his flannel.

When the phone of the dressing room rang. Sam got up to pick it up and when she heard the voice it made the smile on her face disappear. "Sam? It's Jeff, could we talk?"

"Jeff, how the hell did you get this number?" She whispered into the phone as to not have anyone hear their conversation or who it was."Sam? Sam please just listen to me! I'm—ugh I miss you! I'm sorry.."

"Sorry about what J?" She knew the answer but never once in the entirety of their relationship did he admit to his mistakes without any prompt.

"About..about everything..how i treated you, how i acted..I—" Jeff was about to say something else but cut himself off.

All Sam could think in her head was 'please don't say you love me'. She knew if he did she would feel guilty for still harboring old feelings while the person she truly liked was sitting on the couch.

Whilst this was happening Sam didn't notice the room growing quiet. The rest of the band (plus Courtney) had been listening in on Sam and Jeff's conversation. "I know I know—I forgive you just..get home? Safe please?" Sam had this feeling in her stomach, call it intuition but she felt Jeff was drunk and she knew how he got when he was.

"Yeah of course—can I—I sleep on your couch?" This made a smile creep up on Sam's face. "Mhm.." Before she could hang up the phone, Jeff said what Sam's been dreading. "I love you—bye." He said quickly, maybe not realizing his words.

Sam just stood over the now hung up phone. "Shit.." She mumbled before turning back to the room where everyone was pretending to not pay attention, badly.

"Ok what?" Sam sighed, sitting between Pat and Dave. Pat’s high pitched "Whaaat?" made Dave just smacked him on the shoulder. "Who was that?" Dave asked. "Jeff.." Sam sighed.

Kurt just let out a sigh. "What? What did you want me to do hmm?" She started to get annoyed at this point because of the previous events that just happened. "Maybe not forgive him Sam!" Kurt's voice got louder than his regular speaking voice.

"Yeah you know how you got when you guys broke up..." Dave shrugged. "Why did you even continue talking to him when you picked up the phone?" Krist asked, still eating his pizza. "Who's jeff?" Pat whispered to Courtney.

"Fuck me..." Sam whispered to herself. "I think I still love him..in a twisted way" She ran her hands through her hair, clearly stressed. That's when Kurt gave her this look of disappointment. "Don't fucking look at me like that.." She sighed.

"I don't want to see you go through that again Sam—" Sam cut Kurt off. "Me neither but I can't not care about him!"

She scoffed and crossed her arms over her chest, now directly speaking to kurt. "I was there for you when Courtney, basically, tried to break up the band! The band, may I remind you, you made and loved!" Kurt just looked at her with furrowed eyebrows. "Loved?" He questioned.

"You—that's not what I—" She sighed and stood up before saying. "I can't do this right now." And with that Sam stormed off and out of the dressing room.

The rest of the band looked at each other worryingly. All of them looked at each other unsure if they should go after her or give her space. Krist just sighed and wiped his hands on his jeans and walked out of the room.

As he caught up to her, which wasn't difficult since he's tall, they were both near the exit of the venue (the alley). "Sam! Sam, wait up man!" He called out. Sam just sighed and turned around, arms crossed over her chest. "Leave me alone Krist."

"Come on Sammy tell me what's wrong..I know it's not just Jeff" He nudged her arm. That nickname. Only Kurt and Krist called her that ever since freshman year, it wore off once the band took off but for some reason they still called her that.

"I'm–I went to the doctors the other day because I wasn't feeling good and I–" Sam started to get clearly more stressed as she continued which Krist noticed and he gave her a side hug, reassuringly. "You're not gonna tell me your dying right?" He half joking, unsure if he was right or not and well anything could happen at this point.

"No no um–uh I'm pregnant.." She smiles up at Krist, it soon drops when she saw Krists shocked expression. A few seconds passed by before Sam pulled away, scared of what Krist might say. "Shit I'm sorry I know its weird and–" Krist pulled her into a hug cutting her off. "No–no its–its great..i'm really happy for you Sammy."

He pulled away with a upside down smile, still with both hands on her arms. "Really? I'm actually really scared about this haha.." She dryly chuckled, earning a frown from Krist. "You'll be fine! Plus you got me! And Kurt and Dave and Pat and maybe...Courtney?" The two burst out laughing at the thought of Courtney actually getting along with Sam.

"So um–do you know whos the dad?" He slowly questioned, unsure if he wanted to know the answer because he had a feeling he knew. "Wanna take a wild guess?" Sam joked, wanting to make light of the situation but really couldn't find it in her to do so. "That's why you were so stressed about Jeff.." Krist muttered to himself but Sam heard and let out a small 'yup'. "What are you gonna do?" He asked. "I dunno I guess I should tell him but then I'd have to get back together with him." She shrugged, turning to open the door to walk back into the venue.

"Well you don't have to, you have a choice ya know?" Krist suggested before they made it back to the dressing room which only held Kurt and Dave. Best guess was Courtney left and Pat went to talk to one of his many friends. "Hey guys.." Sam said uncomfortably, embarrassed from what had gone down before. "Well well well.." Dave joked, crossing his arms. Krist just slapped him on the arm before taking a seat next to him on the couch.

Sam just pulled the seat Courtney was sitting previously closer to Kurt so they could talk. "What's up KC?" Kurt just raised an eyebrow before he threw his leg over the other to be crossed. "I'm sorry man–I said all those things because I was scared.." She admitted, hanging her head slightly low to not make eye contact. "About what?" Kurt asked, puzzled. "I'm–" She sighed, rolling her eyes. "Pregnant—uh surprise!" She joked as she nervously fidgeted with her hands.

When Sam didn't hear a response from Kurt she feared the worst but actually when she looked up from her hands he was sitting there with a smile. "I'm happy for you Sammy." He said into her shoulder when he brought her into a hug.

"Thanks Kurt.." She felt a smile creep up on her face. She felt a mix of happiness and relief—well until Kurt asked a question that made her smile droop to a frown. "So—uh who's the dad?"

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a/n: MIC DROP. I wasn't sure if I wanted to keep her pregnant bc I felt like it was too much but ykw yolo all drama is good drama 🤭 also I know this interview happened in 93' but I needed it to be in 91' for the storyline anyway hope you enjoyed <33

- love always, kat

#nirvana fanfiction #nirvava #kurt cobain #dave grohl #jeff buckley

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black-and-yellow · 3 years

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The lesser-known Mic quotes.

Mostly from the School Briefs light novels, but there's a couple from the short audio drama too. I only listened to a guy on YouTube read one light novel chapter, so I don't know how accurate the quotes themselves are.

#not that anything he says in the anime is less weird #there's more than this that I left out #like 'who wants to hear my frosty cool plan'#and other such lines #there's a specific part in the audio CD where he says 'do you understand' in English #and it sounds like he's speaking in cursive #anyway I don't think I've ever mentioned this here before #(correct me if I have)#but one time I had a dream that Aizawa and Mic took some of the students to this... not an island #I think it was the edge of a city that was on the waterside #and there was this train that went over the water #Mic had a show so he said the kids could go do whatever they wanted #so they went on the train across the water but I don't think it had passed safety regulation #because Shinso's head just came clean off #he didn't seem bothered #same thing with Iida #and then Izuku was like 'I have to get help' and started flying back to the stage #and the dream ended with a very dramatic cut back to Mic's show #as he stood on the stage with this look in his eye like he knew something bad had happened #I think about it quite often #anyway #bnha #mha #hizashi yamada #present mic #dadmic #do i need a tw just for the tags #don't worry Shinso was fine #not sure about the others #I think Aizawa was asleep the whole time

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p0et-is-my-persona · 2 years

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Unwanted visitor

Shota Aizawa X Reader

Mentions of Mic and Shinsou

Warnings: Stalker/ Squatter, Cursing (As if that isn't a usual thing in things I write), (Briefly) angry Shota.

A/N: Thought this would be something small like a head cannon but NOPE! Brain said write more so here is like a half-fic let your imagination run wild!

Summary: You find yourself a unwanted, uninvited and quite scary visitor in the middle of the night.

A/N: Thought this would be something small like a head cannon but NOPE! Brain said make a fanfic so here you go!

You tried to pick up your phone but only resulting in you dropping it. You heard the clicking and saw the flash go off. Whatever you think I'll delete it or something. You picked your phone up and went to delete the photo, and you saw something.

You saw a person in a black hoodie their back was turned away. You had to stop yourself from screaming or running, in fear that the 'squatter' would run after you. You sat there almost powerless. You turned over to your partner. Shota can do something about this. Right? You shake him slowly as to not shake the bed.

"Mm?" Shota groaned. "Hey Sho," you continued "I'm going to go to the store-"You were interrupted "Y/n, love of my life it is 2:03 in the morning. Why are you going to the store?" ShitShitShitShit. "Because I want to pick out something-," you quickly thought of the boy he was mentoring on the side "for that Shinsou kid you were mentoring." "Oh?" He questioned "Why not do it in the morning?" Um. Maybe because I don't want to take the chances of being stabbed! Is what you wanted to say but you still had to play it smart. "Well, I'll forget about it by then and I think you'd be less panicked if I told you where I was going. -" You tried to give a fake explanation. Heavy sigh left your lover "Let me come with you," This caught you by surprise. "it would be safer that way." He got up to get his shoes on. Already ready to go because he could care less what he looked like right now. "Okay." You responded. Putting on your shoes aswell.

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You had made it to you and Shota's car when he asked a question "Why do you actually want to go to the store Y/n?" He demanded. "I have absolutely no clu-" "DO NOT! Lie to me. I know for a fact that you know barley anything about that boy. SO, you will explain to me why we aren't asleep all comfortable in bed!" He Yelled. All of your thoughts went quiet, your words had died in your mouth. "Shota, I need to get out of there," you uttered "there was someone under the bed." Shota's face went pale. "You are sure you weren't seeing things?" "I'm sure. I have a photo of the intruder." You showed him what your phone had captured.

He started "Y/n You need to go-," "no". It seemed as if he doesn't know what to do with you. He doesn't want you to be outside alone even if it is in the car. But he can't risk you following him inside. Ge shot up. "Go to Yamada's radio station! Go inside and stay in the lobby explain the situation to Mic, he'll understand. I'll text you when it is resolved. Okay?" He explained fairly quickly. "Okay, love you.". You saw him run back to the door as you got in the car. I hope he'll be okay.

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blu-joons · 2 years

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HUSBAND STRAY KIDS A⇴Z HEADCANON ⇴ Seo Changbin

A ⇴ AFFECTION

If there is one thing that Changbin never bores of whilst being with you, it’s affection. He loves just being around you, whether it’s holding your hand, hugging you, or kissing you, Changbin is always happy with whatever he can get.

B ⇴ BOYS

You warmed to the boys almost straight away after Changbin put in a lot of effort to get you bonding with the boys. He talked constantly when you first met them, sharing plenty of stories about you, and the boys too so that you could get to know each other and soon find yourselves laughing at each other’s expense too.

C ⇴ COMFORT

As much as he loves to laugh and joke around, as soon as Changbin can tell that you’re having a difficult time, he always makes sure to be there for you. He knows he’s not the best when it comes to advice, so instead he’ll just try and hold you, prioritising drying your tears and helping you to stop crying.

D ⇴ DOMESTICATED

He loves to try when it comes to being domesticated, especially when it comes to building things and completing the manly jobs around the house, but truthfully, you and him both know that he is just rubbish at doing chores. It doesn’t take long most of the time before Changbin is calling you for help, unable to understand where he’s gone wrong with things built the wrong way round or screws sticking out where they shouldn’t be.

E ⇴ ENGAGEMENT

As much as you didn’t see the need for a big fuss about your engagement, Changbin absolutely had other ideas. He couldn’t wait to throw a party so that he could show you off to everyone, wanting as many people as possible to know how happy he was to get to be the one to spend the rest of his life with you. It ended up being a celebration of you more than Changbin, but he wouldn’t have had it any other way.

F ⇴ FAVOURITE THING

Changbin’s favourite thing about being with you was that he always had someone there for him. Being by himself wasn’t something that Changbin tended to enjoy, he liked having someone to talk to and make memories with most of the time, and so knowing that he could talk to you whenever he wanted to and make plenty of memories with you along the way too was the perfect combination for him.

G ⇴ GOING OUT

The two of you were quite well known between your friends for being one of the more sociable couples of your friendship group, it was very rare for the two of you to turn down the chance to head out and have fun, especially when mentions of the karaoke were made, you’d both be straight there on the mic.

H ⇴ HONEYMOON

Because the two of you were so busy, you ended up not really having the chance to have a honeymoon, and more of a trip around the country instead. You didn’t have much time, and so you ended up doing plenty of daytrips, visiting all of the spots that you had dreamt of visiting but never being able to.

I ⇴ “I LOVE YOU”

The last thing that Changbin told you every single night was that he loved you, it was something about him that he never wanted you to forget. He quite liked the idea of you falling asleep with what he had said, hoping that it would be enough too to make sure that you dreamt something nice to help you fall asleep.

J ⇴ JEALOUSY

Whilst no one else would ever be able to tell that Changbin was jealous, you knew the look almost straight away. You’d always be able to tell by his smile especially, noticing how the corners of his mouth were ever so slightly turned up as he tried his best not to stare. Changbin wasn’t quite sure how you managed it, but you’d be by his side in no time picking up on him whenever he was feeling jealous.

K ⇴ KIDS

Over time the two of you found yourselves talking about kids a little bit more, but you still didn’t want to rush things after the two of you got married. There was a little bit of extra pressure on you from your families too, but you both stood your ground and knew that a family would be when you were ready only.

L ⇴ LAZY DAYS

You could never quite have a lazy day with Changbin, he had a little too much energy to be able to spend the day doing nothing. To combat this, you usually headed out for a walk in the morning, picking up snacks and resources for the rest of the day so that by the time the afternoon rolled around the two of you could crash on the sofa and watch something, with plenty of treats to be able to enjoy too.

M ⇴ MORNINGS

Out of the two of you, you were always the one to wake up first in the mornings, often having to shake Changbin awake to get him up for work too. His alarm was an annoying sound on purpose to encourage him to switch it off, although you usually were the one that ended up turning it off as he slept through.

N ⇴ NIGHTS

After the two of you had been out for the night, bed was your spot straight away. You crashed and burned quite a lot of the time, forcing yourselves to move enough to do your teeth and take your makeup off before sleeping.

O ⇴ OBSESSION

Changbin was obsessed with your heart, he loved how well you looked after him and how special you made him feel. It was never in doubt for him, he knew just how much you loved him, and how happy you were too.

P ⇴ PRECIOUS MOMENTS

On the rare chances that the two of you were able to be with your families, those moments meant a lot to Changbin. There was something about seeing you talk to his parents, with everyone smiling and joking around that made him smile, seeing you get along with his family was all that he had ever wanted with his partner.

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS

When lyrics randomly found their way to his mind, Changbin would often ask you for your opinion on them before he took them to Chan and Jisung, wanting to make sure that he wasn’t just thinking of nonsense.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS

For whenever you joined him on the road, Changbin had your own merch made up for you with a statement on the back where your name was written to make sure that everyone knew that you were married to him. He loved for people to know that you were married so that they’d make sure to look after you.

S ⇴ SILENCE

Having silence between the two of you wasn’t something that tended to last for too long, if you were quiet for longer than Changbin wanted, he would quickly break it. Quite often he would ask you a nonsense question, but as long as he got a response and heard your voice, then Changbin wouldn’t care at all.

T ⇴ TIPS & TRICKS

Changbin’s biggest tip for making things work with you was effort, the two of you never just settled after you got married, you still tried your best to surprise each other and do plenty of sweet gestures for one another too.

U ⇴ UPSET

The first thing he’d feel whenever he saw that you were upset was anger, nothing upset him more than knowing that something had upset you.

V ⇴ VISITS

Both of you were good at making time for each other, whenever either of you had time off then you’d make sure to be there for each other, checking in and seeing if the other wanted something bringing over.

W ⇴ WISH LIST

He supported you a lot, and so Changbin was always rooting and wishing for you to try and help make sure that you achieved your dreams.

X ⇴ XXXX

Quite often Changbin would try and tease you with his kisses and try and initiate something, but in doing so he would also get quite flustered and usually end up laughing and getting shy before he could push your buttons.

Y ⇴ YOU

You were his rock, Changbin knew he always had you in his corner cheering him on.

Z ⇴ ZZZ

Being able to hold onto you at night is a must for Changbin, if you try and wriggle out of his grip, it won’t be long before he’s pulling you back, wanting you tucked into his side so that he can make sure that you’re safe.

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quirkless-accident · 2 years

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Danny, a gen ed student cuz he still believes that all school are biased to quirkless and thus still hiding, meets shinsou and trains him to be a hero. If only he could hide from nedzu...

Bonus: Danny is vigilante

It took almost no effort on his part to get unto U.A.

To be fair, he hadn't taken the hero course test. Just the one for general education, because he's pretty sure people would ask a lot of questions why he suddenly manifested a quirk six months ago, and he can't afford being subjugated to all of the questions that might come his way. They might get taken from his parents, or he could be sent to the government, or whatever else.

Sam says U.A. is different.

And maybe it is. He has, after all, seen a hero course kid walking around with the same red shoes as him.

(But that same kid had a quirk. He wasn't a ghost, though. Maybe a rare kind of late bloomer?)

But he doesn't want to chance it. Especially since he's most definitely met their homeroom teacher out on patrol as Phantom. He's sure that if he was in that class, he's have been found out a long time ago.

He knew how strict the laws were against vigilantism but technically those only applied to the quirked, and he didn't have one. He was just dead.

Arguably not much better, but. Well. Silver lining.

Plus it was his fault in the first place that ghosts were even running around Musatafu, so it was his responsibility to wrangle them up and dump them back in the Zone. Plus, he was the only one who could actually stand in the same ring as them. No other hero he knew of could fight the ghosts and do what they do because none of their quirks factored in the natural baseline powers all ghosts had-intangibility, flight, and invisibility. Most have some kind of ectoblast, sure, but a lot of them have to have special ways to channel them, like Ember and her guitar. So that wasn't too big of an issue.

Plus gen ed wasn't that bad. Sure, he couldn't be in the same class as Sam, but he had already made another friend. And considering how little he had, it was quite the accomplishment.

"At the sports festival I'm going to win," Shinsou was telling them as they walked back to Mic's class. "That's why I've been so tight lipped about my quirk. If that information got to anybody, I'd be down for the count before I get the chance to get started."

"I can help you," Danny said without really thinking about it. "I mean-I've been working out, and fighting and stuff. And I can process quirk information pretty quickly. I could help train you, if you want."

"Sure," Shinsou replies. "A little company from the only other sane person in this school definitely wouldn't hurt."

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"Dude," Shinsou coughed from his place on the floor. Danny was standing over him with a sheepish smile as he helped Shinsou back to his feet. "How are you so fast? And strong? Is that your quirk?"

"I don't kiss and tell, Shinsou," he said with a sly smile. "Now, let's try it one more time."

Shinsou nodded before getting into a defensive stance. His arms were in front, protecting his face like Danny had showed him. They had three weeks until the festival, and it turns out Danny is actually really scary when he gets into a fight. He was going to make this time count.

He lunged.

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"Hey, little listener," Mic said as he strolled up to Danny. He passed him a note. Danny took it, eyeing Mic warily. "Principal Nezu wants to speak to you."

Mic didn't sound super worried, more confused, but the small, "good luck" he gave him on the way out the door just made Danny's nerves worse.

He hadn't done anything to warrant a visit from their esteemed principal. Maybe they finally looked at his file and realized he was quirkless? Sure, he had updated his information with the government and everything, but they were still going to ask why it took so long for it to bloom, and why he's got so many. Maybe he can make an excuse of his body not being ready to handle to many powers at once. Not until he bulked up. It could be passible, since his late night escapades did give him some muscle, but he was a shitty liar and he knew it.

Someone was bound to find out about his quirklessness sooner or later. He just wishes he'd had a chance to show U.A. what he was made despite the fact.

When he gets there, the door opens by itself, because of course it does. Inside sitting at his big desk in his big chair is the tiny principal of U.A. His nose twitches excitedly as he gives Danny a toothy grin. It doesn't feel predatory, but it still has this edge to it that Danny can't quite place.

"Hello. Uh, you wanted to see me?" He asks as he walks up to the desk. He holds back a wince. Being socially isolated your entire life will make some day-to-day things a bit awkward, and it seems like this is one of them.

"Ah, yes! Mr. Fenton, I have been very excited to meet you since the entrance exam! Though with the business of getting everybody set up for school and then the unfortunate USJ incident a few days ago, I haven't had much time. Nevertheless, I am excited to finally speak with you. Please, sit."

Danny does. The steaming cup of tea that's already in front of him doesn't go unnoticed, but he makes no move to pick it up. His stomach is rolling over so much that just the thought of drinking it makes him want to hurl.

"What is this about, sir?" Danny asks, and he's proud of himself that his voice doesn't waver like it usually does when he's under pressure.

"I wanted to speak to you about your, uh, extra curricular activities," Nezu says. He sounds much to cheerful for what is about to come, Danny thinks. "I'm well aware of your vigilante persona, Mr. Fenton."

Danny's blood turns to ice as he tries to school his features, but Nezu has been analyzing him since he walked through the door. There's no way he didn't see the panic in Danny's body language, which all but confirms it for the principal. And, again, he was a shit liar. There's no way he'd believe anything that came out of Danny's mouth if it wasn't some kind of confirmation.

"Tell me, Mr. Fenton," Nezu continued. "Why did you decide to become a vigilante? Surely with your quirk-or rather, quirks-you could have gotten into the hero course easily. You didn't even bother applying, though."

"I was afraid you'd be like every other school," Danny replied after a few tense moments of silence. He picked up the tea in front of him, but didn't take a sip. He just needed something in his hands to keep him from fidgeting to much. Teachers didn't like when he did, and he was definitely on thin ice right now. He couldn't risk anything.

He couldn't help the hunch in his shoulders as he subconsciously tried to make himself smaller. It was the only way he was going to survive, after all. Be weak and submissive and they'd take pity on you.

"Would you care to elaborate?" Nezu asked.

"I got my quirk like, six months ago," Danny's voice is so quiet even he can barely here it. But judging from the small flick of Nezu's ears, he heard him perfectly. "I grew up quirkless, and until my powers came in, I was treated as such. When I was applying to schools, most wouldn't even accept my application. I didn't think I'd be able to get in at all, let alone the hero course."

"A fair observation," Nezu told him. "I assure you that U.A. will not have such discrimination within our walls. Now, I don't normally advertise this, but if those who are in the gen ed course do well enough in the sports festival, they can be transferred to the hero course."

"I know, I've been helping Shinsou with his training the past few days." Danny replies.

"Have you considered trying for the hero course yourself? It would certainly be easier than going down the road of vigilantism."

Danny looked up at the principal, confused. "You mean you won't expel me?" He asked, daring to hope. But this whole situation was also very confusing, because then it begged the question, why? Why wasn't he being expelled on the spot right now?

"No, I am not."

"I'm confused," Danny admitted. "Why?"

"Because you show potential to be a proper hero."

Danny does not jump ten feet in the air. He doesn't.

No, instead he turns around, where Eraserhead has been leaning against the wall. When did he get there? Knowing him, probably the whole time. Danny, with his luck, probably just walked right past him without even noticing.

But this just caused more problems. Because Eraserhead was the underground pro assigned to bring him in. He was the pro who he'd been flying circles around for the past six months, taunting him while fighting off ghosts and the occasional purse snatcher. Danny paled as he walked towards them.

"And because, as of right now, we find that you are the only one who can defeat the new type of villain that's been popping up everywhere, all with a similar powerset as you."

"They're ghosts," Danny says with a shrug. If he sound casual about it maybe they won't ask him if he's one, too, even though the answer to that now is a very obvious yes. "My parents are ghost hunters. I'm the only one who's actually been able to fight them. And has the technology to fight them. Since I got my powers it's either vigilantism to stop ghosts or just sit idly by while Technus takes over every electronic store in Musatafu. One of those options is significantly less annoying than the other."

"It still doesn't negate the fact that you've been breaking the law," Eraserhead says. "However, if you're willing to work with us, we can come up with some kind of plan to take care of these so called ghosts without you having to interfere."

"Why go through all of this trouble to help me?" Danny asks him. Because it is a foreign concept to him. His whole life he's been pushed around and beaten to a pulp. When he was twelve he was almost kidnapped by human traffickers picking off quirkless kids like him. And the amount of times he's had to replace his middle school desk is astronomical. And every teacher he's ever had-with the exception of Mr. Lancer from middle school-has just stood idly by and watched the abuse happen. And it's the instincts that come with living quirkless for a decade that have saved him, both physically and emotionally. And it's not that he doesn't want to trust them. He does. He wants to, so fucking much.

He just has no idea how.

Aizawa seems to consider this for a moment, looking down at Danny with dark eyes and a blank expression. Though it's not calculating like Nezu's gaze. It's like he's getting confirmation from all the words Danny never said.

"Why do you want to be a hero?" He asks.

And man, isn't that the million dollar question.

Why did he want to be a hero? Was it because he know what it felt like to be absolutely powerless? Or because he had grown up in the armpit of society, ostracized at every turn over something he couldn't control? While they were true, neither of those answers felt quite right on his tongue.

Because how can he describe the feeling of rightness when he saved someone from a ghost of a villain? How was he going to explain the hum in his core at the relief he saw from those he's rescued. How triumphant it felt as he stood on his own two feet after a hard battle won. And even though the sting of failure was at the forefront of his mind, there was a sort of comfort he felt every time he pushed past that fear to do the right thing.

"My entire life, I've never had any power. Growing up quirkless was absolutely terrible. But then one day, I started getting my quirk. And then I was able to do all of these things. And then I had to ask myself, now what? I can either do what everybody expected of me and join the dark side, or I could lend people the hand that I had never had the privilege of receiving. Doing unspeakable acts to the society that never cared about me, or lifting people up in their time of need. When I asked myself that question, it wasn't really a choice at all.

"The first time I saw a ghost attack, it was like my body moved on it's own. I don't even really remember the fight, it's all kind of a blur. But I just knew I had to protect them. If I didn't, I don't know what I would have done with myself."

It was a long winded backwards way of saying he wanted to protect those in need, but judging by the soft, almost fond look on Eraserhead's otherwise blank face, he figured he answered correctly.

"You're going to teach me how to fight ghosts," Eraserhead said eventually. "And I'll help you become a hero. And Shinsou too, since this school does still have its obvious biases," he said, shooting a look at Nezu. Then he turned back to Danny with an expectant look. "Do we have a deal?"

To Danny, this wasn't really much of a choice either.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #eraserhead #shouta aizawa #nezu #principal nezu #bnha #my hero academia #mha #boku no academia #vigilante phantom

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Alex Quackity x Reader, Oneshot!

Word Count: 10661

Warnings: Some curse words and overthinking. This one got a bit long!

Summary: After a CC Convention is announced, you and your friends plan to meet up for it. You expect to enjoy yourself with friends but instead are forced to deal with feelings you didn't even know you had. Luckily, your friends are there to give you a push in the right direction.

"Okay but height comparison between Quackity and Sapnap when??" You asked midst all the chaos occurring on that wonderful night. Despite your busy schedule, you'd gotten some time off to finally stream and some friends to keep you company.

Which resulted in this mess of a stream you were now broadcasting.

Your question caught their attention, and a soft scoff could be heard from Sapnap's mic.

"You're kidding, right? You're basically saying you need to CHECK that I'm taller when we already know that's true. You're insulting me." Sapnap said, the cockiness evident in his tone. You couldn't help but stare at your monitor in amusement at how sure of himself he sounded.

"That's not true. Literally check the height check Karl and I had versus the one Sapnap had with him." Quackity argued back, earning scoffs from almost everyone on the call.

"I know you're trying to use that to back you up, but you're just proving my point." Sapnap was intense whenever he became competitive or got into arguments, so you could only raise your brows as you watched chat fly by with their own opinions on the discussion, including their very questionable comments regarding Sapnap and how attractive he was being.

"Well, personally," Bad quipped in, "I think Sapnap's the taller one. Just makes the most sense since Quackity gives off Short Person Energy."

"Yeah? Well keep that WRONG opinion to yourself. That shit's embarrassing-"

"Language!" Bad interrupts Quackity, eliciting a laugh from everyone on call.

"You know chat," you call out after pondering on a solution for a bit, "We can figure this all out during the meetup!"

"Meetup?" Bad asked, confusion evident in his tone. You could almost see his furrowed brows and confused smile.

"Yes, Bad, meet-up. All four of us. Plus the others. And you guys, if you decide to go." The last bit was directed at the viewers. "Don't you remember? The convention is a thing that's supposed to be happening this year."

"Ohhh." He let out a small sound, as if his memory was finally coming back. "I haven't decided if I'm going yet." He admits softly.

"You most certainly are! You have to be there so I can beat BOTH Sapnap and you up once we all find out I'm the taller one." Quackity chimes in finally, teasing tone evident.

"As if," Sapnap scoffs, "Bad and I will literally kick your ass."

"Language." Soft as ever, and also a sign that it's getting late. You look over at your monitor, which displayed the time before letting out a small gasp.

"Oh- it's late. I hope I haven't been keeping you guys awake for too long. It's probably best we end for tonight anyway." You hum softly as you click some tabs away, noticing the faint sounds of stretching heard in the background of the call.

"It's fine, I wasn't even tired until you mentioned how late it was. You should've kept quiet." Quackity says with a patronizing tone, to which you simply chuckle.

"Thank you guys for sticking around. I really had a lot of fun.. we should do this more often. Us four." It was an honest confession, but perhaps too soft for them all and too personal for the audience to listen in on too.

"I had fun too, you should invite me to your streams more often, or, whatever." Sapnap mumbles, sounding a bit tired as well, but sincere despite the lack of care in his words.

It results in a small smile on your face anyway.

"Bye!! Thank you for inviting us, I'm gonna miss messing around with you all. Sleep well." Bad adds, a small whine to his voice as they all start saying their goodbyes.

As they finish up their goodbyes, you quickly deafen to start saying your own goodbyes to chat and thanking the last minute subs rolling in.

After all is over, you finish closing up the tabs, leaving the discord one last. As you're about to officially leave the call, you realize there is still one person there. He hadn't left.

"Quackity-?" You'd voiced out in confusion after undeafening. You'd thought they'd all leave while you took your sweet time saying goodbye.

"Yeah?" He sounded confused by your own confusion. You couldn't help the small smile that appeared on your face.

"Were you waiting for me to end or did you just forget to leave the call?" It was a genuine question, but perhaps a teasing tone slipped in towards the end.

"I was waiting, I'm not an asshole nor a dumbass." He lets out a laugh before continuing. "I just wanted to say I had fun tonight."

You hummed softly, "I'm glad you did. I had fun too."

"If I'm being honest, I wasn't feeling all too well, and just, joking around with you.. Sapnap, and Bad.. well it was just really nice. Thank you." His tone was soft, filled your headphones so nicely and brought comfort into the air.

"Oh, well it's good that you're feeling better now, but if you ever aren't feeling up for a stream.. please tell me, okay? Your wellbeing is much more important to me than a scuffed stream."

"No no, it's fine. I needed something to distract myself with and you all helped so much. It really got me excited for the meet-up. I- I can't wait to hang out with you in person. With all of you, I mean."

The smile on your face grew, almost to the point where it had your cheeks hurting. "I can't wait to hang out with all of you either. Good thing we won't have to wait long, hm?"

Faint sounds in the background of stretching and even softer yawns. "Mhm. Do you wanna switch to phone call?"

It was the usual invitation to fall asleep on call together. At this point, it almost felt strange whenever you headed to bed without Quackity mumbling stuff about his day to you or hearing the soft breathing sounds from his end of the call.

"Sounds good. Talk to you in a bit." You smiled, hearing a small bye from him before leaving the call. You turned off your whole setup for the night and headed straight to your bed.

It didn't take long for the phone to start ringing a few moments after you'd managed to lay down.

"Hi." You answered softly, placing the phone next to your head as you covered yourself with your blankets. It was only a matter of time before the sleepiness took over, but for now you'd enjoy Quackity's company.

"Hey." Was his response, voice sounding much closer now that you were laying down with your phone so close to your ear. It almost felt like he was laying down beside you.

You wondered for a split second what that would be like, if he'd be warm and welcoming or if he'd value his personal space while sharing a bed. As friends, of course.

You refocused on his voice as he began talking about his plans for the meet-up, and all the things he wanted to do once you all were in person. It was so sweet to hear how excited he was, and just how much he wanted to do with you all.

Sweet moments like these make you hyper-aware of the amazing friends you have, and how much love you have for them all. Tonight couldn't have been better, all thanks to them.

—

As the meet-up date gets closer, and more interactions happen during streams / calls / messages, it becomes more evident how much your friends mean to you; just how badly you want to meet all of them.

And as the date for the meet-up gets closer, responsibilities such as packing for your trip join your very long To-Do list.

You're on the phone with Bad as you both choose clothes to take, folding and packing them nicely. Making conversation, with Rat barking in the background occasionally, as the cherry on top.

Moments like these make you realize how good of a friend Badboyhalo is. He's kind, always knows what to say to help people feel better. He's funny, he's charming, full of love and support for his friends.

You two had been joking around on FaceTime for quite some time after you'd packed all essentials. He showed you tricks he'd managed to teach Rat, and you gave him an apartment tour.

Neither of you seemed to be getting tired, so you stayed on call until somehow you ended up sprawled on your sofa, laptop at hand, screen sharing YouTube videos. Bad was resting comfortably on his bed as small giggles left him at the absurdity of the videos you two were watching.

Every few minutes a small "We should do that," or a "Imagine Sapnap doing that," or a "I want to meet you all so bad," would be murmured into the air with only a hum of agreement to compliment it. It only made you yearn for your friends even more.

"Bad." You called out after quite a few random videos and lids getting heavier with each second.

"Yes?"

"When I see you, I'm gonna hug the shit out of you. I hope you know that." You said, small smile on your face as you watched his head lift up from the pillow at such a fast speed.

"Language-! But well, that would be nice. I will also be giving you tons of hugs. To all of you." He pauses for a second before continuing. "I was actually kinda nervous for the meetup, but now I'm just so excited."

"I'm really glad to hear that, Bad. I will make sure you enjoy yourself to the max."

"Thank you y/n," he replies softly, resting his head against the pillow again, "I will make sure you enjoy yourself too."

You smiled at the state he was in, you two would fall asleep in no time, so your thoughts were honestly incoherent, and your tongue could not be tamed as your thoughts wandered aimlessly.

"Do you think I can take Sapnap and Quackity in a fight? In case they try to beat me up?"

"I doubt they'll try to beat you up, they'll be too busy fighting each other, and he'll be too busy thinking about how cute you are." His words were slightly slurred at this point, and all you could do was laugh as you imagined a fight between Sapnap and Quackity as fans tried getting a picture with them.

It crossed your mind for half a second to ask who exactly would be thinking such a thing, but any sign of a functioning brain between you two was nonexistent at that very moment. So all you really said was, "Good. But I'm still going to be prepared just in case."

—

After so many excited calls and planning, the day was finally here. Everyone would be traveling out today to meet up at the house you'd all managed to rent for the week / weekend you guys would be staying there. This way, you'd all be able to maximize the time spent together, and also save money. It sounded like a wonderful idea, really.

After arriving in the city, you patiently waited for the driver that'd be taking you there. You couldn't help but realize just how anxious you were starting to feel. The moment when you'd meet all your friends was getting closer and closer. What if it wasn't everything you'd expected? Or if it was awkward?

The ride there was too quick. Before you knew it, you were pulling your luggage out the trunk and heading up the path that lead to the front door. You stood still for a few seconds before your knuckles were knocking against the firm wood. The noise echoing for a few seconds as you stood in anticipation.

The door swung open, and with a big grin, you were pulled into a hug by no other than Badboyhalo. You quickly wrapped your arms around him as well, not wanting to let go. He was finally here! And he was real! Real, so so real. Any concerns you had on the way here slowly dissipated the longer he had you in his warm hold.

"Bad!" You said happily, slightly squishing him as your embrace tightened for a few seconds. Seriously too good to be true, but true nonetheless.

As he finally pulled away to smile at you, you felt lightheaded at the insane rush of dopamine in your system. As your head finally cleared up, you realized someone else was walking towards you two.

He wore a small smile on his face as he approached, it slowly growing as he got closer and as excitement became harder and harder to contain.

"Quackity." You called out, face lighting up immediately at the sight of him.

"Hi." He responded, sheepish smile on his face. Had he always looked this good?

It only took a few steps before your arms were around him, pulling him close. Although your firm grip caught him off-guard, he managed to melt into the hug soon after, arms wrapping around you as well.

"Big Q! Quackity! Alex!" You smiled as you pulled away, hand reaching up to give his cheek a light squish. You couldn't really help yourself, he was just too pleasing for your eyes. If the dopamine from earlier wasn't already too much, having him this close and feeling oh so real was even more deadlier.

He laughed at your affectionate touch, obviously not having enough of you either. It didn't take long for him to pull you back in for another embrace. "Holy shit." he mumbled into the hug, "You're actually fucking here. I can't believe it y/n." His tone was soft and it had you melting into his embrace all over again. It was intoxicating in the best way, but eventually you both pull away, smiling at each other with so much appreciation.

You hadn't really taken into account just how excited you were to see all your friends, especially someone as important as Quackity. The one you told almost everything to during late night calls, the person you could honestly consider a best friend. All of them were that to you, but it just felt so much stronger with him. You didn't really know how to explain it.

Before you could even give your mind time to dwell, Quackity was being pulled off you by none other than Sapnap and Karl, which quickly replaced Quackity's arms with their own.

"Guys!!" You called out happily as you hugged them back just as tightly. "Am I really the last one here? Where's Dream, or George?"

"We've literally been waiting like an hour for you to get here! We were all getting impatient." Karl laughed as he finally pulled away from the hug.

"Seriously impatient." Mumbled Sapnap into your shoulder before letting go from the warm embrace. "What took so long?"

"Sorry that I don't live as close to here as you guys do. My flight took longer than expected too."

"Who cares! At least you're finally here." Dream's voice, followed by heavy footsteps on the floor, and laughter as George ran over to where you stood with your suitcase.

"Y/N!! We're all finally together." You almost closed your eyes instinctively from how bright his smile was. George's energy was so contagious, you couldn't help but return the energy he was giving you.

Finally, you turned to Dream, who was standing there in all his tall glory.

"Holy shit." You mumbled as you eyed him from head to toe. "You're so fucking tall."

Laughter erupted from everyone before big arms wrapped around you, filling you with warmth and love. You were finally here with all your friends, and it was better than you could've ever imagined.

"Okay," Karl announces once everyone had greeted each other and given all the much needed hugs, "We were actually thinking movie night so we can all just relax and enjoy each other's company. What do you think, y/n?"

"You aren't getting any complaints from me. What movie are we watching?"

At that, Karl and Sapnap raced off to see who could get the remote control faster. You assumed it was in regards to who had the power to choose what everyone watched.

You watched in amusement as Karl and Sapnap argued over what movie to watch, George chiming in here and there just to fuel the lighthearted argument.

"Did you think they'd be just as annoying in person?" You jumped slightly at the sudden voice coming from behind you, but quickly relaxed as Quackity stood beside you.

"No, I also didn't think it was such a big deal who got to choose the movie." Your eyes trailed back to the arguing pair.

"Oh hush. The food Dream ordered isn't even here so really we're doing you all a favor. Taking our time to choose wisely." Karl argued back, to which Dream laughed.

"I guess that's one way to see it, but it's almost here according to the app, so hurry up."

Silence, before the arguing resumed and filled the living room with a pleasing buzz.

You watched as Dream headed over to you and gently placed his hand onto your shoulder, "Let me show you where your room is so you can get all comfy before movie night starts, yeah?"

"Thank you, Dream. I'd actually really appreciate that." With that, you gave Quackity a small wave before following after Dream. Freshening up after sitting in a plane for hours would certainly help make the rest of the night 10x more pleasant.

—

Once you'd walked back out into the living room, you saw everyone had their plate of food, everyone already comfy in their spots.

You looked around before spotting the empty seat beside Alex and the plate of food you assumed was for you.

"Hurry! He's not gonna bite. Sit down so we can finally start movie night." Sapnap whined the longer you stood around.

"I wouldn't be too sure about that.." George mumbled before receiving a stiff elbow in the ribs from the person seated next to him.

"Language." The last fatal blow.

Dream chuckled before pointing at the available seat. "We even waited for you in order to start eating, so sit your ass down."

You playfully rolled your eyes as they all started complaining about how long you were taking. You sat down beside him, giving him a glance before picking up the plate of food before you. It was still nice and steamy, just like Dream had said it would be after dropping you off in your room. You hadn't realized just how hungry you were until now.

After taking a few bites and hearing the movie start, your gaze returned to the person peacefully sat next to you, taking a few seconds to truly take in the sight before you.

He was wearing a plain black short-sleeve shirt, and some basketball shorts. He looked so comfortable. And even indoors with friends, the beanie kept his hair away from his face and hidden, poorly, but hidden nonetheless.

You smiled as you got comfortable as well, admiring how the light from the TV illuminated his face before finally deciding to focus on the actual entertainment Karl and Sapnap had worked so hard to pick. All for movie night.

The movie was interesting, and you couldn't help the few times you almost choked on your food due to all the jokes being slipped in throughout the movie. Maybe Karl was right about how it takes time to pick the perfect film that fit the mood. A good laugh, some good food, and the company and comfort from friends was the best thing to do on the first day together.

Before you all knew it, you were 2 movies in and all in drowsy states.

Everyone excused themselves, the exception being George and Quackity whom had fallen asleep towards the end of the second movie. Dream agreed to wake George up, meanwhile you turned to the sleeping figure next to you.

He looked too cute, mouth slightly open from the uncomfortable position he'd fallen asleep in. You gently shook his shoulder. "Alex." You called out a few times, until finally his eyes fluttered open and he slowly looked around in confusion.

"You fell asleep during the movie. We're all heading to bed for the day, come on."

Regardless of his sleepy state, he stood and followed as you two headed to your rooms.

"Goodnight, Alex."

"Night, y/n."

As you finally laid in your bed for the next week, you couldn't help but feel so fortunate to have such a wonderful opportunity to meet all of your friends and share a home with them.

You couldn't wait to see what tomorrow had in store for you all.

—

It was a lazy morning and lazy afternoon the next day, the only exceptions being going out for lunch, but besides that everything was done in the comfort of their home.

Dream, Sapnap, and Karl were busy playing a multiplayer game in the living room while Bad, George, and Quackity messed around in the kitchen, eating snacks and making up the absolute dumbest shit to stay entertained.

It seemed difficult to choose which group to spend time with, but you found yourself headed towards the kitchen within seconds of contemplation. Sitting on a chair laughing at George's dumb jokes, egging Bad on, and laughing along to Quackity's contagious laughter.

You found yourself coincidentally seated beside Alex as you all continued to chat and mess around. After some time, the other three joined in, and dinner was ordered so they could all eat together after a long day of lazing around.

You'd all rented out the house for a few days before the convention in order to be able to enjoy more time together, so lazing around today hadn't really seemed like a waste of time, or like it could've been spent better. You'd definitely suggest actually going out for dinner rather than just ordering online for the rest of your stay though.

Before you knew it, chaotic dinner was over and people were headed straight to bed, a certain pair deciding to stay awake just a bit longer in the living room.

You rolled your eyes at their bullshit excuses before heading straight to your room. You quickly changed into sleepwear before sitting in bed and simply scrolling through social media. Honestly, you were tired but not to the point where you could easily doze off. Something felt like it was missing, and you silently racked your brain for answers while continuing the mindless scrolling on your phone.

About 30 minutes later, there was a soft knock on your door. Any distraction was welcome at this point, so you called out to let them know they could walk in.

Before you stood Alex, who seemed to be fresh out of the shower. He was in his sleepwear as well, but the beanie was nowhere in sight. His black hair was out in display, most likely to let it dry, but such a sight still had you in shock.

Not that you hadn't seen it before, but it always surprised you. No matter how many glimpses Quackity provided you with.

You stared in shock for a few seconds longer before snapping out of it and telling him to come in. He smiled and sat down on the edge of your bed.

"I couldn't sleep." He stated, before deciding to further explain. "I almost called you right now before going to bed.. I guess that's just how used I got to our calls-? But then I realized you're literally in the same house as me."

Ah. So was that what was missing? The reason why you couldn't doze off as easily? Because you weren't on call with him?

"That's true, I guess." You hummed before chuckling, "What's wrong with talking on the phone while we're here too?"

"You kidding? I'm not trying to be like Dream and Sapnap who still voice call and barely see each other even though they literally live together." You laughed at his comment, making him laugh as well at the absurdity of that situation.

"So what does that mean? You came to sleep here or something?" It was a joke, really. But I mean, why else would this dude be standing here by your door, talking about how he wanted to sleep call but instead found himself here.

"If you'd let me."

You almost choked at how easily he answered, was he joking too or was he actually expecting you to let him climb into bed? To sleep, of course, but it still had you taken-aback.

"You're serious?"

"Does it look like I'm joking?"

You stared at him for a bit before shrugging, "Get in then."

Nothing wrong with 'sleep calling' in person, right? Laying in the same bed, chatting until each other's voices lulled them to sleep. I mean, just because it was in person this time didn't make it any weirder. They'd slept on call together too many times to count. This was fine.

Alex smiled as he closed the door behind him and headed onto your bed, starting to get comfortable.

As you two lay there, you couldn't help but turn to your side and simply stare over at him. His hair to be exact. He'd never had it visible for this long, on group calls, normal calls, or just showing glimpses. It felt so surreal.

"What?" He mumbled.

"It's just- your hair. It looks so nice. You look nice." You smiled at the sight before adding, "You should do a hair reveal already so everybody can see this."

He turned to lay on his side as well so he could be facing you. "Hell no. Plus, doesn't it make you feel special? Being one of the few people who have seen it? Especially up close and personal."

The last part made you realize just how close you two had gotten within the last few seconds. Being at this proximity made you realize a lot more facial details you hadn't noticed before, probably due to camera quality and pixels.

Your hand slowly reached out, coming to a halt next to his head. He realized what you were trying to do and came a bit closer, letting your fingers gently run through his hair. After a few seconds, it all felt too natural.

There you were, laying in bed with Alex, gently playing with his dark locks as you talked about who knows what and simply enjoyed each others company.

This is basically what those late night calls felt like. Except this was definitely way better. It had the physical aspect of it that calls did not. You got to see him in such perfect resolution face to face, without worrying about any possible lag. You both were real. Basking in each others presences happily.

It didn't take too long for you both to fall asleep, and it didn't take too long either for your sleeping bodies to find comfort in the heat sources nearby.

What started as a simple arm draped around the other to steal a bit of body heat turned into having him close enough to smell the scent that lingered on him from his shower. Close enough for his grip on you to feel just a bit too intimate. Close enough where maybe their noses touched.

That was possibly the comfiest 9 hours of sleep either of them had gotten in a long fucking time.

—

The warmth you find yourself surrounded by makes it hard to get out of bed. As you attempt to fall back asleep, you realize that you're not tired. On the contrary, this might be the most satisfied (in terms of energy and sleep) you've felt in a long time.

What the fuck??

That's when that warmth you'd loved not even a minute ago comes to mind. At first you'd thought it might've been the blanket, but one glimpse to the side answers all your questions.

Alex was the one providing you with this comfortable and lovely warmth. He'd come over last night talking about 'sleep calling' in person. How could you forget?

The tension that had spiked in your body at the realization that someone was in bed with you oozed away as you looked at his peaceful state. He looked.. cute.

A few hair strands were on his face, and you couldn't help as your hand instinctively reached out to get them off his face. You hoped it wouldn't wake him up. He looked too peaceful.

As his face came into full view now, you openly stared, noticing the little moles he had all over his face. It was like stars splattered on the night sky.

As your gaze lowered and lingered on his lips, you realized just how pink they really were. And how unbelievably soft-looking they were. It brought you back a memory of his smile from yesterday while you both ate and watched the movie. You hadn't really caught the bit that had made him laugh since you were staring at him. He had a really pretty smile.

Your thoughts were interrupted at the realization that his eyelids had fluttered open, and were now staring up at you.

Oh God. You probably looked like such a creep right now. The heat that was rising up your spine and onto your cheeks must've been obvious, since he let out a small laugh.

"Were you enjoying the view?"

His morning voice took you by surprise. Sure, you'd heard it during calls sometimes, but this was on another level. It was wonderful.

"I was debating whether or not I should wake you up. You looked too peaceful." You answered, trying your best to steady your embarrassment. It wasn't necessarily a lie. He just didn't have to know all the other thoughts that crossed your mind.

He chuckled at that, before stretching a bit. "Thanks for letting me wake up on my own." He sat up, looking over at you with a small, satisfied smile. "That might've been the best sleep I've gotten in a while."

"Me too." You admitted, soft smile on your lips meant for him and him only. He stared back before returning the smile.

You two stayed in peaceful silence before deciding now was probably the best time to get up and get some breakfast with the rest of them. "We should get dressed so we can go eat."

He simply nodded before giving a small wave, heading back to his own room.

It didn't take long before you were heading out of your room and following the faint laughter into the kitchen. They were seated at the table, barely setting plates down and getting ready to eat. Just in time.

"Y/N! Good morning." Karl smiled, waving you over to the available seat beside him. Everybody else called out their good mornings as you got settled into your seat.

"Was wondering when you'd wake up." Sapnap mumbled from the seat across you. "You and Quackity sleep so fucking much."

You tensed a bit at that. Did they know you two had slept together? In the same bed? Had they tried waking you up and found you two together?

It's not what it looks like, is what you'd probably say as an explanation. Even if they didn't ask for one.

George nods in agreement, "Sapnap and I almost went and knocked on both of your doors. But we figured you both must be tired, so we just came to get breakfast ready."

Okay, perhaps they didn't know. Afterall, they were suggesting that Quackity was still in his own room. "I'm sure he'll get here in a bit." You responded, thanking Dream as he set a cup down on the table for you.

"Finally! Sleeping beauty chooses to come grace us with his presence." Sapnap greeted. You turned your head to see none other than Quackity flipping Sapnap off as he walked into the kitchen. He was dressed for the day, and had his hair hidden away with a beanie.

"How'd you sleep?" Bad asks as Alex finally sits down at the table.

"Wonderful. Best sleep I've gotten in a while." His eyes meet yours for a bit, and you can't help but smile at the implications of his words. You'd helped him sleep well. He felt comfy with you. He smiled back before looking back to the cup being given to him.

"Mm that's good." Bad nodded, before serving whatever breakfast him and Dream had managed to cook for everyone. Bad never failed to amaze you, talented as always.

"We were planning on going out today, is everyone up for it?" George asks, looking around the table for any signs of complaints.

"Honestly I'm all for it. I want to spend time with you all, exploring or just looking around." Sapnap answered, to which you cooed.

"Aww Sapnap, we'd love to spend time with you too."

"I'd fucking hope so. Now where did you want to go, George?"

"Dream and I were researching fun things to do here and we found a pretty good list. Just need you all to say yes and we can head out after breakfast."

He wasn't getting any no's, so the plans were set. Everybody ate their breakfasts before heading out the door to wherever Dream and George planned on taking them.

As you all walked to your destination, which wasn't too far according to George, you found yourself walking beside Bad.

"So, Quackity huh?" You ripped your eyes off from where they were to look back at him.

"Huh?"

"You and Quackity." He wasn't elaborating any further, which left you confused.

"What? What about him?"

"Well, you were staring at him right now and-"

"Oh. I zoned out, Bad. I'm sorry. Hopefully you didn't get the wrong idea." You interrupted him, letting out a small laugh.

"Well, that's not really what gave me the 'wrong idea'.. it was mainly the smiles and stares you two were giving each other this morning. And well, in general. Wanna fill me in on something?" He raised his brow, putting some space between you two and the rest of them by slowing his pace.

Your eyes widened slightly as you slowed down as well. "He was staring at me?"

He nodded, before adding "As much as you were staring at him."

You opened your mouth to try and explain yourself, before you heard Dream calling out to you two, saying they found the place. You gave Bad an apologetic smile before walking with him to where the others stood.

You'd come to a place with food, alcohol, and arcade games. You couldn't have expected less from Dream and George. It was perfect for this group.

You watched as Karl and George bought the cards you'd all be using to play the games. Soon after, they came back and handed everyone their card. Everyone was ready to split off to play different games.

"Y/N and I are going to fetch a table so we can leave our stuff there." Bad said with a smile. You looked over at him knowingly before nodding in agreement.

The rest of them nodded, Sapnap grabbing Dream's arm and racing off with him to the games. Karl, George, and Quackity went off to another game, excited chatter following them.

You walked beside Bad in search of a table quietly, watching as he looked around before finally approaching a table big enough to seat you all.

He sat down, looking at you expectantly. You did the same and cleared your throat as his gaze remained on you. You let out a small sigh.

"Okay, okay, I'll tell you." He smiled a bit at that. "I mean, he came to my room last night, said he couldn't sleep, and then we slept together. That's it."

You watched as his eyes widened slightly at the information he'd just gotten before your own eyes widened.

"Wait- no no! Not like that. I meant he literally slept with me. Like we fell asleep together." You could feel the heat rushing up to your face. "He said he got used to our sleep calling and I just let him sleep in my bed. It was really comfy."

You looked up, his stunned face making the heat rise faster. "Woah. I thought the cheeky little glances you guys were giving each other was things starting to get good, but you already shared a bed with him??" He let out an amused laugh.

"It's not that big of a deal, Bad. We sleep call all the time.." You felt sort of embarrassed, hearing his reactions and telling him things that felt more intimate than they should be.

"Uh? Not a big deal?? You're kidding right?" He let out a laugh, happy smile on his face. "You guys like each other!"

"Bad-! Keep it down please.. and we certainly do not." You were sweating at this point, Bad was so energetic and happy right now, and the thought of Alex hearing any of this had you on edge.

But the most discomforting part of it all was how much truth his words held. Did you actually like him?

"Am I lying, y/n?"

I don't know, is what you would've said, if it wasn't for the confusion clouding all your senses.

"y/n?"

You looked over at him, mouth slightly open, trying to form your thoughts. "You really think I like him?"

"I mean, I've been having a feeling. Since before the meet up."

What? Was it obvious for everyone? How had it taken this long for you to realize it? Those intrusive thoughts while you were staring at him this morning in bed. Had those always been there? Was he aware of your possible feelings?

"Holy fuck, Bad. A lot of it is starting to make sense." Your eyes were slightly wide from the fear of what this implied. What this meant for your friendship with him. "I-I think I do like him."

He seemed to notice how tense and shocked you looked, so he reached out and held your hand, giving it a comforting squeeze.

At the moment, you were connecting all the pieces, and things were slowly starting to make sense. Why you acted a certain way around him, random thoughts thinking he was cute, the need to meet him as soon as possible. God, why had it taken so long for you to realize?

"I mean, at least you ended up liking a nice muffin, right?" It sounded more like a question, which had you letting out a laugh. "What I mean is that he's a good guy, liking him isn't horrible. I can see why you'd end up liking him. Plus- I think everyone can see you two are pretty close."

His words helped ease the tension building up in your shoulders, but your head was still spinning. "I know he's nice, but in what sense? As in, I'll confess and he'll reject me nicely?" You paused, tensing up at just the thought of how awkward that would be. "I'd hate to ruin our friendship just because my dumbass caught feelings."

"Language." He mumbles, before letting out a small sigh. "He's nice as in he'll be understanding if he DOES reject you. But did you miss the last part of my speech? I said your friendship with Quackity is very different, anyone can tell you guys are really close. I can see where these feelings might've come from."

"Just because we're close doesn't excuse me having feelings for him. I mean, what does that say about me? Unable to have close friends without growing romantic feelings for them?" Your voice sounds hushed, as if it's dangerous to admit your feelings out loud.

"I'd say we're close friends, do we have romantic feelings for each other?" He asks softly, playing with your fingers absent-mindedly.

"I mean, I love you tons."

"I love you too, but it's not in the way you like Quackity, right?"

You kept quiet, gently biting at the inside of your cheek. Your brain was looking for ways to invalidate your feelings, tell you it wasn't right, but Bad was fighting through that and trying to reason with you.

"We both love all of our friends, and are really close to them.. but what you and Quackity have is different. I can see why you ended up liking him. Plus.. I really don't think he'd reject you. In fact, I think he likes you too."

"Bad." You warned, unsure you could handle overthinking the possibility that he liked you too right now. The realization of your own feelings was already too much.

"I'm just saying." He says, raising both hands in playful surrender. The sight elicits a small laugh from you.

But maybe.. maybe you were a bit curious. "You really think so?"

"I wouldn't have said it if I didn't. Plus, this is coming from someone who's been friends with both of you for a very long time. I see and notice things."

"Thank you, Bad. I really appreciate you and just‐ thanks for talking this through with me." It's honest and raw. He'd watched you sit at this table, trying to work everything out in your brain, and had just been endlessly supportive.

"Of course. I'm here if you need anything, alright? Now, just relax and let's go play some games, yeah?"

"Okay.. let's go!" You smiled and tugged at his hand, leading him over to where Sapnap and Dream were playing.

There was no way you were letting your own feelings ruin the fun of good food and some arcade games. You'd deal with that later.

—

Bad's advice and pep talks are top tier, but sometimes he oversteps. He doesn't mean any harm, but at times it is just too much. This is one of those times.

There's just a few days left before the big convention, and honestly the time spent together so far has been an absolute bliss. And well-spent considering you've all been out and about more often.

You find yourself in the living room with all of them, joking around and making up stupid songs while Quackity plays a beat he claimed to have made himself on his phone. It's peaceful, and no joke is taken too far. Until Bad starts trying to be the 'best wingman', as he likes to claim.

"Quackity, you should write a song for them, and perform it here in front of everyone." He says as he nudges you suggestively, a knowing smile on his face. It's so sudden and you need to make sure you heard correctly. You can feel yourself tense up at the thought of Quackity making a song dedicated to you. Specifically you. No one else.

Of course, it comes off as a joke, but since Bad knows you like Quackity it just seems way more personal. It seems like he's making it so obvious, but maybe everyone else is painfully oblivious. Clueless.

"Wow Bad. You just want him to roast the shit out of me, don't you? That's messed up." You make a noise of disappointment, trying your best to sound calm and collected.

George laughs at that, "Wowww Bad, that's pretty messed up. But you should, Quackity. Make one about Y/N and their muffins. It'll be funny." George didn't know a thing, but it felt like he was making it worse. As if there was a specific reason why they teased him into making a song about you.

With the playful cheering of everyone around him, he cleared his throat and a new beat started to play on his phone. Before you knew it, he was singing about your fictional muffins and how he would order a dozen, and found a way to include Rat slander in there as well.

Maybe you were stressing out for no reason at all. Perhaps you were the only one taking it weirdly and everyone else was just joking around making stupid songs up on the spot. You took a deep breath, and began to relax.

As the night continued, you tried to avoid any possible spotlight, focusing on getting George and Sapnap to go at each other, and the others egging them on so all you really had to do was watch the chaos ensue. It would all just lead to Sapnap calling the rest of them out and starting more playful fights.

As arguments kept coming up, the one you'd all been talking about on that one stream came to mind.

"Wait.. we still haven't done that height check between Quackity and Sapnap." Karl said with a shocked laugh. "How many days have we been together exactly?"

"Too long." Dream chimed in, eager to see the short people fighting over height they didn't have. At least not compared to him.

"Oh yeah huh." Sapnap said in realization. "Stand the fuck up right now, Quackity." He stood to his full height, puffing up his chest to try and appear taller or bigger.

Quackity rolled his eyes, "You guys only brought that up because I was clearly beating you guys in that argument."

"Okay? Stand up then."

If you were a person passing by hearing this conversation, you'd think a brawl was about to break out. Maybe you'd call security. But having context, it really was just Sapnap in his arguing mood, petty and trying to prove a point. There was no way he was sitting down until he proved he was taller than Quackity.

A small grumble of disapproval left Quackity's mouth before he stood to full height. Bad walked over and lead Quackity towards Sapnap, telling them to stand back to back so everyone could see the height difference.

You sat there in anticipation as Bad got them set up, watched as they compared heights very carefully, watched as the results were announced, and watched as Sapnap cheered and screamed some shit in Quackity's face when it turned out he was a few inches taller than Alex.

To make things funnier, Dream walked over in amusement and checked their height difference himself, making the other two look so much smaller than they already did. It was always a pleasant shock seeing just how tall Dream was compared to the average person.

This lead to height checks between all of them, trying to figure out who was the tallest (easy) and who was the shortest.

After everyone had gotten tired from the playful arguments and day they had, they began leaving to their rooms to freshen up or get comfy, probably needing a break from the banter.

Dream, George, and Karl had agreed to go pick up something to eat while the rest of you guys stayed in the living room. Just chatting now, relaxing, no height wars or petty arguments. Kinda.

"By the way, I found this one cool shop with a bunch of anime stuff. You're coming with me to check it out, right?" Sapnap asks, breaking the peaceful silence that surrounded you all while scrolling on your phones.

You looked up in confusion, not sure who he was talking to. His eyes met yours, and he gave you a look that said he was waiting for your response. "You wanna go with me?" You ask, a bit shocked since you'd expect him to go with Karl or something.

"Duh. We could look through the whole shop and see what we can find. Maybe go eat afterwards." He explains with a smile. He seems excited, and his energy is just so contagious, you can't help but smile as well.

"Well, since we're all here I'm assuming we're invited as well. Right, Sapnap?"

It's Quackity, inserting himself into the conversation, eyebrows raised and lawyer voice on, ready to fight Sapnap on this. This earns him a scoff from Sapnap.

"Don't think you'll wanna come with us. I know it's not really your thing."

"Sapnap, I'm sure he can join. Don't you see he's pouting? Plus, I'm sure food will cheer the baby up." You tease, watching as Quackity's facial expression changes into a scowl.

"Yeah right. Plus, it's rude to ask them out in front of Bad and I. We're literally their plus twos."

Bad snorts. "Plus twos? He's definitely not letting us tag along now."

Sapnap nods. "You literally have so many other days you can spend with them. Let me have my moment. Ask them out yourself if you want later."

You stiffen at the implication he's making, unable to stop the confused frown that appears on your face.

"Whatever." Quackity mumbles, before quickly switching the conversation to his beanie and what he should do to stop fans from snatching it off his head.

The topic of conversation is interesting, and quite frankly very funny, but you can't help but focus on Sapnap's comment.

Surely, he meant no harm. But you can't help the feeling that your little secret you'd shared with Bad was growing more noticeable. And if Sapnap knew? How long would it take for Quackity to realize and push you away?

"Y/N?"

You blink away your state of confusion as you refocus on the conversation. "Huh?"

"I said, how does superglue sound? For his beanie and stuff." Bad had been calling out to you, trying to reinvite you into the conversation. Apparently, you'd been quiet for a while.

"You're such an asshole, Bad. You just want to see me bald so bad." Quackity huffed.

"Not true! Also language."

Bittersweet. Your own thoughts were ruining the fun conversation your friends were having. How to answer this without seeming too obvious? Not like a pining idiot?

"I mean, so what if your hair falls out? The beanie will cover it. It's worth it."

"Plus," adds Sapnap, "your fans have been saying you're bald anyway. Prove them right."

"You're all no help to me and my problems." Quackity finally mutters, earning a laugh from the three of you.

His problems. You wouldn't wanna add another by making him have to deal with a friend trying to get out of the friend zone. You really need to get your feelings in check.

Honestly, you need to get better at hiding this shit. You can't just keep going quiet or getting lost in thought whenever someone suggests anything NOT platonic between you and Alex. I mean, it's ridiculous at this point. Bad is giving you stares, Sapnap might know by now, George might know. Hell, maybe even Quackity knows.

Too much. As soon as the others get back, you excuse yourself and call it a day.

—

Sapnap had been serious about going to that Japanese shop. He'd woken you up early, made you get dressed, and was dragging you out the house before the others could bat an eyelid.

Honestly? You'd had a lot of fun. Watching him look through all the items, picking out everything he wanted, getting matching plushies and these tiny figurines that ended up being too fucking expensive for their size. He'd been so happy, you even offered to pay for his meal in exchange for what he'd bought you earlier.

Throughout your adventures with Sapnap, you received a few notifications from Quackity, asking what you guys were up to, when you'd be back, and whether Sapnap was forcing you to stay over there with him. Sapnap and you rolled your eyes at that last bit, sending him a picture of you two flipping off the camera. All jokes, of course, and in return you received a picture of Quackity doing the same. Then he began claiming that you guys could stay there all day for all he cared.

"Seems like someone is jealous." Sapnap had said after reading Quackity's messages. You looked over at him in surprise before he quickly pocketed your phone, dragging you along to a new section of the store he'd wanted to check out.

Did Sapnap really think so? Could there be a chance Alex actually liked you, like Bad had suggested?

Beside your overthinking, the day had been well-spent, and by the time you got home, you were ready to get out of your outside clothes and into your PJs.

As you finally walked out into the living room, you watched with an amused smile as Sapnap sat with the rest of them, showing them everything he had bought at the shop, including little gifts he'd brought for them all.

No matter how 'careless', he came across, Sapnap was truly a softie. It was endearing watching him hand out the gifts you two had bought at the shop.

You made your way over to the couch, sitting beside Quackity and giving him a smile as he raised his brow. "Don't think I forgot that picture you sent me earlier today."

"You know I didn't mean it." You mumbled as you returned your gaze to Sapnap and his cheerful smile.

"You owe me an apology. And you need to make it up to me."

You scoffed at that, "You flipped me off too."

"And? You did it first. I'm the injured party here."

"Fine." You sighed, turning you gaze back at him. "How can I make it up to you?"

"Mmm.. how about we 'sleep call' again?" You froze at his suggestion, looking over at the others to see if they were listening in on your conversation.

They weren't, all too entranced with the small rant Bad was going on about a certain manga Sapnap had bought.

How could this man just admit that you two slept together with his whole chest. Without a care in the world for who was listening.

"Is that really all you want?" Stunned was the only word to truly describe how you were feeling at the moment.

"I mean, for now. I'll have to see tomorrow if I feel any better."

You rolled your eyes at that. He would most likely take advantage of that and drag it on for as long as he could. "Did you really miss me that much, Alex? Need to make up for the time lost today?"

"Wow. You're trying to make me look desperate now?"

"I just think that's how an outsider listening in on our conversation would interpret it."

"Y'know what? Let's go right now. Since you wanna call me desperate."

Again. Stunned. How was this man acting like it was nothing? This shit wasn't normal. Last time wasn't too bad because you didn't know, but now? You'd be too focused on not making it seem romantic, just purely platonic laying on the same bed together with your friend who you don't have feelings for.

It didn't take long for everyone to start heading to their rooms. He excused himself, and you followed a few minutes after, heading to your room in a daze.

As you waited for him to come to your room, you couldn't help but wonder if it'd be the same as last time. Would you be able to play with his hair or cuddle close in a strictly platonic way? Maybe you could call him bro a few times so it didn't seem like you liked him.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the door opening and revealing him in all his glory. He looked so comfy, and the beanie was once again nowhere to be seen.

Perhaps you were overreacting, but you felt this was his way of letting you know he trusted you. That he was truly comfortable around you.

This time, he felt more at ease entering your personal space. He got into bed and got comfy on his own. It didn't take long before he was facing you again, just like last time.

You smiled at him and did the same as him, your previous plans of putting distance and calling him bro getting thrown out the window at this new sight of him.

He looked so cute, just laying there and looking at you. He looked so warm too, you couldn't wait until you actually got to pull him close and blame it on your sleepy state.

"So," he started, "how was your date with Sapnap?"

Huh? The tone really caught you off guard.

"It wasn't a date. We just went to look at some manga he wanted, and got little gifts for everyone. Went to eat."

"Sounds like a date."

You narrowed your eyes at him. What the hell was that supposed to mean?

"Well, it wasn't. Why does it matter to you though?"

"It doesn't."

"Then?? You jealous or something?" You raised a brow, genuinely confused, but also wanting to see his reaction to the last bit. Maybe it'd give you some insight on his feelings for you. If there was any.

"I'm just making sure! Sue me for trying to respect anything that could possibly be going on between you two." He paused. "I wouldn't want to be asking you to sleep with me and then it turns out you and Sapnap are a thing."

You paused and simply stared at him. Was this dude serious? He was worried about you and Sapnap dating, when in reality you liked HIM? Sick and twisted.

"Well, you don't have to worry about that. Sapnap and I aren't a thing. I like someone else." You answered, and honestly you don't know why you said that.

He paused for a bit, expression unreadable before simply nodding. "And is it possible to know who this someone is??"

How did you end up in this position? It wasn't that long ago that you were confessing to Bad about your feelings for Alex while surrounded by fucking arcade games. And now you were in bed with him while he asked who your crush was. Leave it to you to mess up this badly.

You took a few more moments to just lay there with him, hand eventually going to his hair and gently playing with it. "I don't want to ruin anything." You finally responded.

It was the truth. You could just tell him, but you wouldn't be able to live with yourself if your revelation lead to him growing distant, or him rejecting you and ruining the rest of the trip.

At that, he sat up, making your hand slip out from where it had been playing with his hair. "Are you afraid you'll hurt my feelings?"

You sat up as well, staring at him for a bit before shaking your head. "I'm afraid you'll hurt mine."

"I wouldn't dare." He said reassuringly, hand reaching out to intertwine with yours.

It might've been the adrenaline rushing through your body, or the pessimist in you just telling you to get over with it, but you sat there and confessed that you liked him.

At first, there wasn't much of a response beside his wide eyes and stunned smile. You didn't necessarily know what that meant. Was he on the verge of laughter or was he shocked because he liked you as well?

The silence was killing you, and you swear you could feel tears threatening to spill as he continued to just stare. Nothing could've possibly been worst than his silence at that moment.

"You really do like me? Me, Alex Quackity?" Were his first words, and you watched as he shook his head, as if he was trying to make sense of it all.

"I don't expect you to feel the same or-"

"No no. You like me?"

He was trying to get you to repeat it, or admit it again, but it was torture.

"... I do."

He smiled at that, coming closer and using his free hand to cup your cheek. "Yeah? Well, it's your lucky day because.. I like you too."

You really couldn't believe what you were hearing. Bad had been right about him liking you as well. If he found out, he'd brag about being right and being the 'best wingman' for so long.

"Seriously?" It never hurt to double check.

"Yeah."

And with that, the distance between you two was closed. Soft lips pressed against each other awkwardly at first, not used to kissing your best friend, but it soon melted into a sweet first kiss.

After he pulled away, you gently cupped his cheeks as well, smiling at just how unbelievable this was. The guy you'd been unknowingly pining for this whole time actually liked you back, and you'd just kissed him on your bed. Bonus: he was staying the whole night for some cuddles.

You laid back down, pulling him with you and simply wrapped your arms around him, leaving small and shy kisses on his cheek, not used to this at all, testing what was okay and what wasn't. But his smile and kisses he was giving you as well told you he was more than fine with this.

"Does this make up for it?" You mumble against his own lips, teasing tone evident.

"Yes, yes it does."

—

The next morning was when the countdown finally came to an end. The day you'd all been waiting for; The Convention.

You knew this meant getting up, eating breakfast, and starting to get ready. It was a big day.

But when Quackity wanted to lay down for just a bit longer, how could you possibly say no?

This lead to you both having to walk out of your room and head straight to the kitchen 15 minutes later. There was no time to waste by pretending to have come out of your own rooms and at different times.

As you both approached the dinner table and sat down, you realized the table was dead silent, all eyes on both of you.

You looked up, making eye contact with Bad. He had this knowing grin on his face, and you couldn't help it as you felt the heat rushing up to your face. Quackity seemed unfazed by it all, simply yawning and beginning to eat his breakfast.

"So did it work or what?" Sapnap broke the silence, an expectant look on his face as he stared between you and Quackity.

"What are you talking about?" You asked, now feeling very confused.

Bad couldn't hold in his laughter any longer, and burst out into happy giggles.

"Well we were trying to make Alex get jealous so he could finally make a move. Did he do it?" Sapnap asked. Karl was smiling wide, trying to cover it with the sleeve of his sweater.

Did this mean that Karl, Sapnap, and Bad all knew you two liked each other? Had these three plotted this shit? Getting you two to realize your own feelings?

"What? You did that shit on purpose?" It was Quackity's turn to be dumbfounded.

"Duh. We figured we'd give you guys a little push in the right direction." Sapnap had a satisfied smile on his face.

You couldn't help but feel embarrassed. Your friends had worked together to make you both come to terms with your feelings. Since you two were so oblivious. Wow.

"I hate to say it since it means you actually helped,,, but it did work. We talked last night and well.. we both confessed." There was a soft smile on his lips as he told the others about what had happened.

Bad let out a small cheer, clapping his hands excitedly before congratulating you both on talking out your feelings.

"Okay now that the lovebirds are finally together, let's finish breakfast and start getting ready. Remember today is a big day!" Dream said, sounding quite excited himself.

You'd honestly forgotten for a few minutes because of the whiplash of your friends confessing they were playing cupid.

Today was the convention. The whole reason you'd all traveled out here. This whole trip had been lovely, leading up to the final event.

And you'd be leaving with a date, and good memories spent with fans and friends.

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Love Is On Air

Genre: fluff & smut Words: 8.722 Prompt: radio host Johnny x secret admirer female reader Warnings: soft dom Johnny, oral (f receiving), safe sex, dirty talk

A/N: Finally: My entry for the February event of my lovely network @neosmutcollective. This is totally not the fic I planned on writing. In fact this was started way later after I realized I was never going to finish my original fic on time. Not that this one is on time... Special thanks to everyone who sent our lovely DJs some music recommendations @sly-merlin, @moonctzeny, @lenaluvs, @lucas-wongs, @burtonized and to @ncteaxhoe who helped me figure out this idea. I hope you enjoy this even though it’s wayyy too late.

You hurried home to your apartment after your last class of the day that was horrifically late because of whoever had fucked up your schedule this semester. Panting heavily, you busted into your room and threw your jacket and backpack somewhere onto your couch, diving straight for your laptop that was perched on your desk. Cursing the old thing, you waited for agonizing minutes until it had booted up and your browser was open. You quickly opened the familiar page of your university’s campus radio just in time to hear the familiar voice saying: “Hi I’m John-D, welcome to NCT Night Night.” After that both hosts chuckled lowly before Jaehyun spoke: “Tonight we’ll read some of the letters you wrote us over the week again and we will try our best to help you out with whatever problems you throw our way.” “Exactly. Right after we play this song that was suggested by evangelie_99 over on our Twitter, it’s Pluto Projector by Rex Orange County and she said that she loves our show. We’re glad you like it so much, darling. This one is for you,” Johnny softly said before the soft tunes of the song filled your little one-room apartment.

Sighing, you leaned back in your chair, carelessly toeing your shoes off. Listening to NCT Night Night was your escape at night from the stress that classes brought you. The two DJs that were on air every Tuesday, Thursday and Sunday were your favorites though. Not only did they have great chemistry but they both could be incredibly funny as well as soothe all your nerves with their calming voices – especially Johnny or John-D as he was called on their show. You might have developed a slightly embarrassing crush on the fratboy with a heart as sweet as his voice from what you knew about him from his radio shows and your shared classes. Since they had started their weekly segment where they would read out letters that students could send them, you had gathered the courage to send Johnny little messages about how you were crushing on him and it had quickly become a running gag on the show. Jaehyun would tease Johnny about it every week while Johnny kept insisting that his secret admirer should just talk to him. But how could you do that? Johnny was everything one could want in a boyfriend. Not only was he ridiculously tall and devastatingly handsome but he was also smart, always seemingly staying on top of his classes and he also went to the gym regularly if his thirst traps on his Instagram stories were anything to go by. When he wasn’t giving out advice in a gentle voice on their radio program, he was out partying with his frat brothers on the weekends more often than not complaining about headaches on their Sunday show. How could you just walk up to him and talk to him? Right. You couldn’t. So you had to resign to sending him anonymous love letters through his radio show.

“Welcome back, hi,” Johnny chuckled once the song had gently faded out and you couldn’t help but giggle along. “That was Pluto Projector by Rex Orange County,” Jaehyun tried to stay on script but you could almost hear the grin on his face because of Johnny’s antics, “If you want your song to play on today’s show, please suggest something over on our Twitter with the hashtag,” Jaehyun paused momentarily and let out a dramatic sigh before continuing, “hashtag JohnDplaymelikeaviolin.” Jaehyun hadn’t even read the whole hashtag out loud when Johnny was already bursting out in laughter and how could you not laugh along with his melodic laughter. “I swear to god I am never letting you choose hashtags for our show ever again,” Jaehyun groaned while Johnny sounded like he was still dying in the background. “Don’t be mean to me Jaehyunie,” he whined and even though today’s episode was not viewable, you could vividly imagine how he was pouting. While the two friends were busy bickering and talking about what they had done since their last show, you pulled up your own Twitter to send a recommendation in.

“Aaaah, I see we’re already getting plenty of suggestions. Sly-merlin suggested us Sexy Dirty Love by Demi Lovato – a great song – and added ‘I wish John-D would actually play me like a violin.” After a potent silence, Johnny broke out in laughter again. “And this is why you won’t choose any more hashtags,” Jaehyun groaned again. “Baby,” Johnny rasped into his mic and even though you weren’t wearing headphones, it sent tingles down your spine, “Just come to our frat party on Friday and I’ll see what I can do.” “Stop plugging our parties on the radio,” Jaehyun scolded the elder, the slap audible over the radio, “Also sly-merlin has to stand in line. You still have your number one admirer who has sent in a letter yet again.” “She still hasn’t come up to me,” Johnny shared, “I can only keep up my chastity for so long. I am saving myself for this girl.” You know he was joking but you were just a simple woman and even in your secluded home, you felt heat rising to your cheeks, your thumbs stopping on your keyboard where you had typed out your song recommendation. Both DJs shared a quiet laugh before Jaehyun asked: “And you really don’t know who she is?” “I really don’t man,” his friend sighed, “Like I have my suspicions because she has to be in my major if she sees me in class that often. That or she’s a stalker which I do not want to think about. But for real, hit me up. I’ll take you out for a coffee.” “Now everyone is going to come up to you and claim that they’re her.” “I’ll take that risk,” Johnny laughed, “Maybe I’ll finally meet the love of my life and settle down.” At that Jaehyun snorted loudly. “The woman that can make you settle down gets free coffee for like a month from me.” “Watch me have a wife and kids at 25 Jae, just to spite you,” his friend snorted, “But up until then, let’s play sly-merlin’s song recommendation: Sexy Dirty Love by Demi Lovato.”

While the song was playing, you finished up your own tweet and hit post before you grabbed your bag that you had carelessly thrown away before to get out your notes. You actually had to start a project for one of the classes you and Johnny actually did share. The professor had announced that he would announce the pairings for a group project tomorrow and you didn’t want to seem like an actual idiot if your group would decide to already meet up and discuss after class. So while you listened to your favorite DJs discuss the questions and worries of whoever had sent them to their email address, you worked through the notes you had taken over the last couple of weeks, trying your best to organize them to remember the key points.

“Oh John-D, I have a very special letter here,” Jaehyun said, waving the paper in front of the microphone so it would pick up the wiggling noises. “What could that be?” Johnny asked with over-exaggerated interest. “It’s from your secret admirer, John-D. So I think you should read it out.” Just like every time, they read your letter, your heart began beating faster and faster in your chest until you were sure, it would break free from your ribcage. “Okay, here I go,” Johnny announced while Jaehyun was playing the same cheesy music he always played when they were reading your letters, “Happy Thursday, John-D. The weekend is almost in reach, keep up the energy for the last day of classes! – she’s so sweet, I’m holding up alright – One of my professors will announce the pairings he made for a group project soon and I am nervous. I don’t have many friends in the course and I’m praying that I will get good group mates I can work well with.” “Oooh, I get that struggle,” Jaehyun interrupted, “I once had to work with a bunch of stoners and ended up doing all the work for a presentation that made up 30 percent of my grade. Worst experience of my life, would not recommend. But we’re wishing you all the luck.” “But you know what’s more interesting about this story?” Johnny tuned in, “Coincidentally my professor for my literature class is assigning our group projects tomorrow as well. Say, my sweet admirer, are you perhaps in the same literature class as me?” In your otherwise silent room, the panicked squeak you let out was loud even to your ears. There was no way Johnny could figure out who you were, there were probably at least 20 more girls with a crush on him in that class alone, so you were safe. “Oooh, so maybe she’s a lit major so that’s why she’s writing love letters.” “Could be but lots of people from different majors are taking that class,” Johnny argued, “Anyways, back to her letter. But I won’t let that disturb me! I will be doing my best regardless! – That’s the spirit – I’ll work through my notes as I listen to your honey voice so I can be prepared. I’m glad you don’t do viewable radios on Thursday’s or else I wouldn’t be able to get anything done, you’re just too distracting John-D,” at that Jaehyun let out a fake gag while Johnny just giggled softly, “Thank you secret admirer, I do clean up quite nicely if I do say so myself. – On last Sunday’s episode you melted my heart when you hid in your hoodie for half the show. – God that was the worst hangover I had in a looong while, I was so miserable.”

“You should have seen him at home,” Jaehyun laughed, “I had to physically drag his whole 180-something-centimeters body first into the shower, then into the car and into the station. He is the biggest crybaby when he’s hungover.” “Don’t expose me like that, Jaehyunie,” Johnny whined loudly, “I was dared to drink a bunch of tequila and my mother didn’t raise neither a quitter nor a coward.” “No, but clearly an idiot,” the younger DJ laughed his deep laugh. “Let me read my love letter in peace,” the other grumbled, “I couldn’t follow for half the show because I was so focused on watching you. Not in a creepy way of course! – Of course not,” Johnny chuckled, “I hope you finished that essay you had to work on after the show in time and still had some time to relax. – I did, don’t worry.” That you already knew when Johnny had handed in his essay in another class you two shared just before you had handed in yours and he had thrown you a little smile that had kept you going through the whole day. “Take care of yourself and keep smiling your beautiful smile, I look forward to seeing you again on Sunday or in classes. And fighting to Jae-D as well of course! – I look forward to hearing from you again, secret admirer. I bet your group project will go just fine, don’t worry too much. If anyone is mean to you, just expose them here and we’ll fight them for you.” “Love that she acknowledged me in one sentence as well,” Jaehyun grumbled, cutting off the cheesy music abruptly. “You’re just jealous you don’t have a sweet admirer who sends you cute messages,” the other teased his friend. “Yeah, yeah, shut up and put that letter in the box under your bed.” “It’s in my sock drawer, thank you very much.”

Giggling, you listened to the two friends bicker, your chest warm with a feeling you were scared to put a name on. “Anyways, I think it’s time for another music recommendation you can still send in via our lovely hashtag JohnDplaymelikeaviolin. This one is from lenaluvies and she says: Please play Hurts So Good by Astrid S thank you. No, thank you for sending something in darling. This one’s for you,” Johnny announced and you couldn’t help but laugh a little pained laugh. That song title hit a little too close to home for your liking. The rest of the radio show went by smoothly and Johnny and Jaehyun tried to help a handful of more students with their problems that couldn’t be more diverse. From a boy who had fallen in love with his best friend which had send him into an identity crisis over to a girl who was failing her classes because she claimed the professor hated her to a freshman who wanted to apply for a fraternity but was scared because of the rumors surrounding them which the DJs quickly debunked since they both were in the same fraternity. In the end they had to cut themselves short, asking their viewers to vote on a poll they would make if people wanted a whole Tuesday episode surrounding fraternities.

“So.” “So,” Johnny copied his friend. “We’re almost at the end of our time with you guys. We couldn’t get through all of your submissions but we hope our team picked a few good ones and at least some of you could get some advice.” “As always you’re free to send us your own stories to our e-mail [email protected] to get some advice next Thursday from your favorite DJs: John-D.” “And Jae-D. Every Tuesday, Thursday and Sunday on your campus radio on 127mHz. On NCT-“ “Night Night,” they said their ending together and just like every night with them, you said goodnight to your computer screen, closing the tab which draped your little apartment in silence. Sighing loudly, you looked over your notes that needed a little more work if you wanted to make a good first impression on your fellow students tomorrow. Because you couldn’t stand the silence, you opened your Spotify to play the NCT Night Night playlist Johnny and Jaehyun had made with the songs that had been recommended to them, still missing the new additions from tonight.

The next morning found you in your literature class, sitting two rows behind Johnny, staring at the back of his head while doodling on your paper rather than taking notes on whatever the professor was saying. If you were to let your eyes wander, you’d see that almost everyone in the big room was paying as much or even less attention as you were; the students in different states of excitement and anxiety over the group projects he had yet to announce. “I’m sorry professor,” Johnny’s voice suddenly cut through the room, “I’m sure you have already noticed that no one is paying attention to whatever you’re trying to teach us right now. Could you please just announce the groups for the project?” That moment you swore you would be able to hear a pin drop until your eccentric professor chuckled lowly. “I like you, Suh. I was waiting for someone to mention it,” he spoke, getting the dreaded list out of his bag, “Listen closely now, you’ll be assigned in groups of four and each group will get a specific novel to work on. Deadline will be by the end of the semester and your individual paper combined with the group presentation will make up 40% of your final grade.” That made a bunch of people, including you, gasp out loudly. A group project with this much credit to your final grade was always dreaded. “I don’t want to hear any complaints, that’s how it’s always been. Now listen carefully, I won’t repeat myself but the list will be hung on our blackboard as well.” With that being said, the professor began listing names and novels in the most monotone voice he could muster. To say you were basically vibrating off of your seat was an understatement when he got further and further down the list and neither yours nor Johnny’s name had been called yet. “And lastly, an all-time favorite: Romeo and Juliet.” You didn’t even register anything else after the professor had announced that the group featured both Johnny and you along with two other students you didn’t know. Your brain was reduced to static noise while everyone else was getting up around you to pick up the books that had already been stacked in a corner, probably by a poor TA. Only when a person bumped into you, you broke from your stupor to quickly pick up your stuff as well to hurry down to steps to where a crowd of students had already gathered.

Luckily Johnny towered over most of the other students and you could easily spot him and the rest of your group that were two other boys you didn’t recognize. “Hey, you’re the last one we were missing,” Johnny smiled and handed you over your copy of the book. “Y... Yeah, sorry for making you wait,” you stuttered, clutching the small book tightly in your hands. “No big deal,” Johnny played it off, “Do any of you have any more classes today?” When everyone declined, you all agreed that you should get a head start on your project as it would be hard to make a good project out of such an overused love story. While walking over to the student center to decide on a concept, conversation flowed easily between the four of you even though you were still really nervous to be around Johnny. God, you really hoped he didn’t think you were stupid or something just because you were nervous.

The little study session went by in a blur and only further confirmed that you were so whipped for Johnny it wasn’t even funny anymore. You found yourself attentively listening to all of his ideas and laughing at every of his stupid little jokes and only mildly spacing out while looking at Johnny when the others were discussing ideas which had led to one or two mildly embarrassing situations where you would lose track of what you were actually discussing, your mind blank of any input when they asked for your opinion.

Soon you found yourself parting ways with your groupmates, leaving you and Johnny alone because his frat house and your little apartment were located in the same general direction. “Anything fun you’re doing this evening?” Johnny asked, trying to make some light conversation to fill the silence. “No, I’ll just binge watch some shows maybe or listen to the campus radio,” you shrugged it off. While today’s show wasn’t your favorite, you quite liked the DJs soft and gentle voice. “You listen to the campus radio? I have a show on there,” Johnny smiled. “I like listening to you and Jaehyun,” you confessed, trying to fight the heat that was licking at your cheeks. “Oh.” “You seem surprised.” “Yeah, it kind of still seems weird that people enjoy listening to Jae and me rambling for hours on end. You know with him it just feels like I’m hanging out with my brother rather than work.” “Your voices are really soothing, you know,” you tried to explain what you were feeling when listing to them, “And your friendship is kind of adorable. Like we can feel how much you care about each other and you always genuinely try to help your listeners without making fun of them.” For a while Johnny didn’t say anything and you thought you had fucked it up, that he thought you were weird now. “Thank you,” he suddenly said. “Huh?” “It means a lot hearing that. We do lurk on Twitter to see what people think of our show but hearing it like this is something else entirely.” “It’s nothing,” you mused, playfully hitting his arm, “No need to get this soft.” “Hey,” he laughed, “I’ll have you know that I am 180 centimeters of walking softness despite what people might say about me.” Smiling softly you caught his eyes for the first time since you two had started walking and the way his honey eyes were smiling back at you momentarily took your breath away.

“I- My room is right around here, sooooo,” you stuttered. “It was nice working with you. Even though you were spacing out half the time,” Johnny teased, “Thinking about a special someone?” You. The word sat on the tip of your tongue, the low light of the afternoon sun making you bolder than you actually were and Johnny just made you feel incredibly comfortable. “No... No- I- I’m single.” “A crush then?” “Something like that,” you mumbled, your fingers nervously playing with the hem of your jacket. “Talk to him. Or her. Or them,” Johnny advised. “I really can’t,” you sighed, “He doesn’t even know I exist.” “Well you don’t need to confess your undying love for him,” he laughed, not knowing he was the boy in question, “Just you know. Casually talk to him. Get to know him.” “I’ll try?” “Is that a question?” “Yeah?” “Have more confidence in yourself,” he gently nudged you, “You’re nice and very easy to talk to.” “Nice... Wow.” “Shut up,” he laughed, “I usually give better compliments but I have yet to get to know you better.” “Would you... Would you even want that?” “Sure,” Johnny shrugged and your heart skipped a couple of beats, “I have to get going or everybody will already be drunk when I arrive. So... I’ll see you in class? And you’ll hear me on Sunday?” “Yeah sure. Don’t drink too much or you will be miserable all show like last week,” you giggled. “Don’t remind me,” he groaned, “I’m never going to drink tequila on a Saturday ever again.” “Goodbye Johnny,” you smiled, really liking how his name sounded when you said it out loud. “Bye,” he waved before going his way.

Once you were sure he was out of hearing distance, you let out a little happy squeak and jumped up and down excitedly. You did it. You had actually done it. You had talked to your crush. And managed to not make a complete fool out of yourself in front of him. Which was a win in your books. A huge win. With a little spring in your steps, you stepped by one of your favorite pizza places to treat yourself before heading home where you spend your evening daydreaming about none other than Johnny while watching reruns of old dramas.

“Hi, I’m Jae-D.” “And I am John-D. Welcome to NCT-“ “Night Night.” “John-D.” “Yes, Jae-D,” Johnny chuckled. “It’s Thursday again which means it’s time to tend to our listener’s worries,” Jaehyun read off of the script, not getting distracted by his friend’s antics, “And today is a very special episode.” “Special?” Jaehyun barely repressed to roll his eyes at his friend’s over-exaggerated acting before continuing: “Yes, since tomorrow is a day off for all students, we have decided to make this episode extra lengthy and-“ he shortly stopped to flash the camera a peace sign, “Viewable despite it being Thursday.” “Do we look okay?” Johnny laughed, checking himself out in the video that was playing on one of their monitors. “Aaaaah, the comments say we look good tonight, thank you,” Jaehyun mused.

And they really did. Not that either of them had to do a whole lot to look good but today they were both wearing white button-downs with their sleeves rolled up to expose their forearms. Jaehyun had even gone so far as to put on some fake glasses. “And if you’re following us on our Twitter you also already know that this week it’s all about love on our campus radio and our show today is no exception,” Johnny read his part of the script. “Today John-D and Jae-D are Loveholics, trying our very best to help you with your problems surrounding love,” Jaehyun completed, “You can send in song recommendations through the hashtag JohnJaeLoveholic just like taryn1026 did – I hope I said that right – but they recommended Paris in the Rain by Lauv to set the mood for today.”

The soft tunes of the song made you relax a little into your sofa where you had chosen to watch today’s episode of NCT Night Night. You had to say that you were kind of nervous for today’s episode. Just like every week you had written your letter to Johnny, telling him about your week and cheering him on for your group project. At this point it should have been pretty obvious just who exactly you were and judging by how Johnny was acting towards you, his flirting leaving you flustered after your study sessions and your group mates mildly annoyed, he seemed to already have put together the pieces. But yesterday while writing your letter you had felt extra bold (and maybe also extra riled up and horny from Johnny’s shameless flirting) and had written him a message that should confirm all his suspicions and would hopefully lead him straight to you and into your bed. But until the end of the show or at least until they read your letter, which you really hoped they did today as well, you had to wait sitting in your apartment, for once not in comfortable clothes but in a nice shirt and pants.

“That was Paris in the Rain by Lauv, recommended to us by taryn1026 through our Twitter with the hashtag JohnJaeLoveholic,” Johnny’s raspy voice filled your apartment when he leaned close to the mic, “Jae-D are you ready to make some love happen?” “I already had my love juice,” Jaehyun answered, showing his pink Starbucks drink to the camera, “And my reading glasses are on.” As to prove his point, he hiked his glasses up his nose before scratching his eye through the holes in the frame, making both DJs chuckle. For the next hour Johnny and Jaehyun tried to solve several relationship dramas as well as a very tricky friends-with-benefits situation and telling a boy to break up with his cheating girlfriend which had been a rather heartbreaking discussion. “So after this,” Jaehyun sighed, “Let’s play another song recommendation. Burtonized has sent in a very fitting song, I hope you all don’t mind a little Korean: It’s God Damn by I.M – a song about heartbreak.”

While the foreign song was playing, the two DJs stretched their backs and sipped on their respective drinks: Jaehyun still on his pink sugar concoction and Johnny already on his second iced Americano. Jaehyun must have found something funny on his phone, nudging his friend to look at him but Johnny was busy typing away on his own, only acknowledging his friend after he had typed his message. Just after that, your own phone buzzed with a message, showing Johnny’s name on the screen.

From: Johnny Are you watching our show?

To: Johnny Sure, you look good today

From: Johnny Make sure to listen closely ;)

“That was God Damn by I.M suggested by burtonized over our Twitter hashtag JohnJaeLoveholic,” Jaehyun’s smooth voice tore you from your spiraling thoughts about the winking face Johnny had sent. “Sadly our show is coming to an end even with our extended airtime.” “But John-D a very important letter is still missing before we close our show. Dare I say it could be the highlight of our show,” Jaehyun joked, already playing the cheesy music he was always playing when Johnny would read your letters. “You’re right Jae-D my lovely secret admirer has sent in another letter,” Johnny mused, arranging himself so he could read the printed out letter while being as close as possible to the mic for it to pick up the rasp in his voice, “Happy Thursday John-D, I hope your week has been more exciting than mine. I have just been going from class to class without much thought, the only high points are my group meetings for the group project we have to hand in soon – That seems very familiar, baby – But since today is all about love, I’ll tell you about a little problem I have: – get your love juice ready, Jae – There is this boy in my group. And boy isn’t really the right word to describe him, he’s a man really,” at that Johnny couldn’t hold back a low chuckle, “I’m sorry, I’ll be serious – And he is flirting with me. Has been for a couple of weeks now. And it has gotten to the point where our groupmates are kind of annoyed at us. He has also walked me home a couple of times but he never so much as touched me. At this point I am so frustrated with him. Is he just playing with me? Or is his mouth bigger than his actions actually are? He has been riling me up all day today and I was ready to let him have his way with me but he only wished me goodnight and left again, leaving me to deal with what he had done all by myself – oh wow, I,” Johnny stuttered, sharing a gaze with his friend who was only barely repressing his laughter, “Wow, okay, I hope we’re in the good for reading this out and it’s late enough,” clearing his voice and raking a hand through his hair, Johnny continued, “John-D I hope this man hears what he has done to me and will deal with the consequences of his actions. Would you play Animal by Jin Yosef and RIELL for me? Just in case this letter hasn’t gotten my point across? – Y... Yeah sure, darling. We’ll play that once our show is over.”

“So John-D,” Jaehyun grinned while loudly slurping on his ‘love juice’, “What would you advice your secret admirer to do about this problem?” “Well if I were her,” Johnny started, his gaze going straight to the camera where he knew you were watching and it felt like he was looking straight into your soul, “I’d wait for him. I’m pretty sure he can prove that his actions speak even louder than his words.” For a while it was quiet between the two DJs, safe for Jaehyun’s obnoxiously loud slurping noises but even if they would have been saying anything, you weren’t sure if you could have comprehended any words with how furiously your heart was beating. “Anyways,” Jaehyun eventually broke the silence once he was sure there was nothing left in his ‘love juice’, “I’m afraid that was it for tonight. This has been your extra lengthy episode of Jae-D and John-D and we will leave you with this wonderful song recommendation: Animal by Jin Yosef and RIELL. If you’ve liked today’s show, we’re here every Tuesday, Thursday and Sunday night on your campus radio on 127mHz to listen to all of your worries on NCT-“ “Night Night,” Johnny joined in and they both waved into the camera as your song of choice started playing. The video stream didn’t cut off immediately, showing the boys gathering their things and if your eyes weren’t betraying you, you swore you saw Johnny tense up when the song turned a little more explicit. The two DJs waved to the camera one last time before the stream cut off, leaving the screen of your laptop dark.

That was when it dawned on you what you had done. Shit. With how Johnny had sounded, you probably had about fifteen to twenty minutes until he would be at your doorstep. Oh god. Shit. Taking a couple of deep breaths, you tried to ground yourself before hurriedly closing your laptop and cleaning everything that seemed messy in your little one-room apartment. That was until you heard a knock on your door.

With shaky hands, you slowly opened the door and while you knew who would be standing on the other side, you weren’t ready for how he was going to look like: Johnny was leaning against the doorway casually with his arms crossed over his chest so the tight button-down he was wearing would strain over the planes of his chest muscles but what really reeled you in was how dark his eyes looked when he raked them over your body. “Good evening miss,” he drawled. “Hi,” you breathed. “Tell me what you want so I’m not misinterpreting any of this,” Johnny all but growled, one of his hands coming up to cup your face. “I want you to have me.” If you thought his eyes were dark before, they turned into bottomless black orbs once the words had left your lips. “You don’t know what you’re asking for, baby.” “Please,” you whimpered and that seemed to break Johnny’s resolve as he pulled you close to him and all but crashed his lips into yours. The kiss wasn’t delicate in any way, shape or form with how Johnny was licking into your mouth the second a moan left your lips. His tongue was intertwining with yours messily and in no time both of you were panting into each other’s mouths. “Inside. Now,” you rasped. “All with due time,” Johnny chuckled but let you pull him into your apartment, slamming the door shut to crowd you against it, one of his strong thighs slipping between your legs like it belonged there, “If you’re a good girl and listen well, I’ll give you anything you want.” “Fuck,” you cursed before slamming your lips together again, a new neediness bleeding into the kiss as you tugged on the longer strands of hair at the back of Johnny’s neck which made him growl lowly. “Anything off-limits?” Johnny breathed into your skin as he kissed down your neck to suck a mark there while his hands were busy pulling your shirt from your pants so he could rake them over your naked skin. “Just,” you had to cut yourself off with a moan, “Don’t be mean to me.” “Never,” he promised, “You’ll be my pillow princess.” His sweet words were in stark contrast to how hard his hands were gripping your hips and how his teeth were grazing over your neck that must be littered with marks already. “Take me to bed,” you heaved breathlessly, positive your legs would give out if it wasn’t for Johnny holding you up.

Listening to your demand, he slowly started walking you backwards towards your bed until the two of you were toppling down on top of the covers, his lips never leaving your skin. Whoever had spread the rumors about Johnny being a great lover had been absolutely right, he knew just how to touch you to have you gasping for air and judging by the grin on his lips he hadn’t even started yet. “Please,” you whimpered, arching into his touch, not exactly sure what exactly you were asking for but Johnny seemed to know all the better when he freed you from your top and pants to leave you in your matching lace set while he was still fully clothed in his by now wrinkled button-up and pants. “All for me?” He chuckled and pressed a kiss right between the valley of your breasts, his big hands cupping the soft flesh to squeeze it gently. “Have me,” you gasped out and you could feel the growl he let out vibrating where you were pressed together. “I’m going to ruin you,” Johnny promised, pulling down the cups of your bra to wrap his plush lips around one of your nipples to tease the soft nub until it hardened under his ministrations, sending waves of pleasure down your spine and straight to your core where you could feel your wetness starting to seep into the fabric of your panties. “Johnny,” you mewled and arched into his every touch, his calloused fingertips setting your skin alight when he let them travel down your body to tease over your lower stomach. As if by reflex, you let your thighs fall open for him to finally touch you where you needed him the most. “Such a good girl,” he smiled, blowing cold air over your spit-slicked nipple to watch you squirm beneath him. Your remark got stuck in your throat when he finally cupped you through your panties, feeling how damp the fabric had already become. “Naughty,” he chuckled, his eyes never leaving your face as he circled your clit through the fabric, watching your eyes fluttering shut when his gaze became too intense.

“Johnny,” you sighed, forgetting all other words except for his name. “Relax, princess,” he rasped and kissed his way down your body, leaving love bites on the sensitive skin of your stomach and thighs that shook with anticipation. If you’d say you hadn’t dreamed about his lips on you like this, you would lie and you weren’t going to miss the sight of this for nothing. Fighting back the fog that had started to cloud your mind, you forced your eyes open to look down to where he had settled between your open thighs to find him staring right back at you. “Good girl,” he praised you again before pressing a kiss over your clothed sex that made your head fall back already, the anticipation of what was to come making you push up your hips which made Johnny chuckle lowly. He didn’t leave you any time to feel embarrassed by how needy you were when he hooked your panties to the side unceremoniously and licked a broad stripe up your center, tasting your arousal. “Oh fuck,” you breathed out, your hands flying down to tangle them in the long strands of his hair. Johnny worked his tongue in slow and clever strokes, leaving your mind reeling with pleasure and taking his time to take you apart piece by piece, not even paying attention to your leaking center or your aching clit. But when he did wrap his lips around your clit to gently suck on the nub, your mind almost went numb with how intense his touch was, your thighs clamping shut around him. To make it even worse, he started humming around you while prying your thighs back open, holding you down with his large hands. You felt your orgasm approach almost embarrassingly fast now that he was altering between teasing your clit with his tongue, lips and even his teeth and fucking your velvety walls with his tongue, setting your nerve endings on fire. “Johnny I’m close,” you warned him but instead of slowing down, he stretched his jaw wide to press his tongue further into you, his nose bumping into your clit in the process and with the combined sensation and his doubled effort, it took no time for your first orgasm of the night to wash over you, a scream of his name leaving your lips as you shook through it, your mind going equally as numb as your legs.

When you came back to it, Johnny had straightened up between your legs and he was grinning down at you while he was unbuttoning his shirt, his face still shiny with your arousal. “That was the first one,” he spoke darkly. “Come here,” you whined, making grabby hands for him until he took pity on you and covered your body with his before connecting your lips in a bruising kiss. You could still taste yourself on his lips but that somehow just made it even hotter.

“Want you inside me,” you panted against his lips when Johnny broke the kiss in favor of raking his teeth over your racing pulse. “Yeah?” He rasped and ground his hips down into yours, making you feel him strain against the fabric of his pants. “Need it,” you moaned at the sweet friction. “Think you can take me?” He laughed as he leaned back on his hunches to pop open the button of his pants, pulling down the zipper agonizingly slow. With wide eyes you watched him push his pants down his narrow hips, leaving him in just his navy boxers that showed the sizable imprint of his hard cock, the fabric against the head dark from where he had leaked precum. Chuckling, he stroked over the outline and just the sight alone made your mouth water. “Show me,” you breathed, spreading your thighs so he could see your needy core, clenching around nothing. “Hmm,” he hummed, dragging one of his fingers that wasn’t preoccupied with teasing himself through the mess of arousal and his saliva between your legs, only barely dipping it into you to feel the muscles trying to suck him inside. “Don’t tease me,” you whined high in your throat. “But I like seeing you squirm,” Johnny grinned but took mercy on you and sunk his finger into you up to the knuckle, gently pumping it inside you. Still sensitive from how intense your last orgasm had been, you were torn between pulling away and wanting more but Johnny made the decision for you when he pulled his finger out, wiping your arousal onto your thigh.

“Eyes on me,” he commanded and finally freed his cock from his briefs. “Fuck.” The curse left your lips without even noticing at the sight of his flushed cock, too heavy to properly stand up against his toned abs. The tip was tinted red and shiny with precum that Johnny generously spread down that whole length, his eyes not leaving yours as you watched him lazily jerk himself. “Like what you see?” You eagerly nodded your head. “Want it inside me.” “Yeah? Show me.”

Throwing all caution out of the window, you quickly sucked two of your fingers between your lips before guiding them to your weeping core to slip them inside you, letting out an over-exaggerated moan as you crooked them. “Oh you’re so naughty, baby,” Johnny groaned, squeezing the base of his cock tightly as he watched you fingering yourself and if you had even one coherent thought left in your head, you’d have the decency to be embarrassed because of how intensely he was staring. “It’s not enough,” you pouted, pulling your fingers free and spreading them to look at the slick covering them, “I’m so wet for you.” “Such a dirty mouth,” he groaned, quickly grabbing his pants to fish a condom from his wallet to roll over his hard length. “Please, Johnny,” you hiccupped, winding your legs around his waist to pull him closer to you. “Sssh, princess,” he soothed you, running his hands over your torso before bending down to press tender kisses to your stomach, “I’ll take care of you.” “Please kiss me.”

Dropping his elbows next to your head to support his weight, he covered your body with his and caught your lips in a kiss much too tender for your current situation, taking his time to explore your mouth until you were perfectly pliant beneath him. “Tell me if it hurts,” he whispered into the small space between you while he snaked a hand between your bodies to guide his cock to your core. When the head slipped in without much resistance, both of you let out twin moans of pleasure. Painstakingly slowly Johnny pushed inside you, centimeter by centimeter until his hips were flush to yours. “Breathe, princess,” he reminded you because you indeed had held your breath and had buried your nails in his biceps. “Shit, you’re big,” you cursed. “So I’ve been told,” Johnny chuckled and peppered your face and neck with little kisses while he slowly ground his hips so you could get used to him inside you.

“Move,” you demanded after a while. “What’s the magic word baby?” He grinned. “Please, Johnny,” you whimpered, clenching down on him. “Once more.” “Don’t make me beg.” “But you sound so pretty when you do,” he chuckled, only barely moving his hips. “Johnny please,” you whined, trying your best to move on his cock on your own but the angle was just not working out. “Oh, you want to do the work?” “I want you to move,” you groaned, pawing at his chest.

“But I think you’d look so pretty riding my cock,” Johnny rasped and in one fluid movement, he had sat up and pulled you onto his lap. Shit, it felt like he was even deeper now. “Come on, princess.” Whining, you wound your arms around his shoulders and pulled your legs beneath you so you could lift your hips up to make his cock smoothly slide out, the friction just right before you slowly dropped back down again, earning you an appreciative groan from Johnny. “That’s right, baby,” he praised you as you slowly found a comfortable pace, swiveling your hips until the angle was just right. Tightening the grip you had on his shoulders to use it as leverage, you began riding him in earnest, impaling yourself on his cock over and over again until your head was spinning and your thighs started to burn. “Come on, doll,” Johnny grinned, catching one of your nipples between his lips. Whining, you rolled your hips faster until your thighs began shaking. “Need help?” He just grinned, his big hands holding onto your hips to help you move up and down his cock at a steadier pace. “Please Johnny,” you hiccupped, hiding your face in his neck to ground yourself, “Please fuck me.” “Am I not doing just that?” He chuckled, filthily grinding his cock inside you. “Do it right,” you panted into his skin, “Fuck me like you mean it.”

“Then get on your hands and knees for me, baby.” He didn’t have to tell you twice, it was almost comical how quickly you obeyed his command and arched your back for him. “Hmm, that’s it,” he praised you, tracing the curve of your spine with his hands until he reached the space between your shoulder blades where he gently pushed down to make you arch even further. “So good and pliant for me, just waiting to be filled.” “Please,” you just whined again, past the point of caring about how pathetic you sounded, begging for his cock. “Say it baby,” he demanded, slapping his cock against your wet folds. “Please fuck me Johnny. Please. I want your cock inside me so badly. Want you to fuck me until I can’t even remember my own name anymore. Please I need it. I-“ your frantic rambling got cut off by the surprised moan leaving your lips as he thrust into you without any warning. “Don’t hold back baby,” Johnny rasped before gripping your hips tightly to finally fuck you in earnest, the sound of skin slapping together loud in the otherwise silent room. “God, your ass looks amazing,” he moaned, burying himself in your tight heat over and over again, mesmerized by how his cock was glistening in the low light and how easily your body opened up for him, “You’re basically made to take my cock.” You could only mewl at his dirty words and fist the sheets tightly in your hands as you tried to meet his thrusts as best as you could while you felt like you got your soul fucked right out of you.

“Feels so good,” you slurred when you felt the familiar knot in your stomach ready to snap, clenching around Johnny’s cock. “God baby, if you keep clenching like that I’m gonna cum,” Johnny cursed, grabbing you by the neck to pull you up against his chest, the pace of his hips only getting faster. “Please Johnny. Want it inside,” you whined, letting him use your body how he wanted to relish in the low moans he let out. “You want me to fill you up baby?” “Want it so bad, Johnny,” you mewled. “Then cum for me. Cum on my cock and I’ll give you anything you want.” And oh god. You had never thought that the strained sound of a couple of words could be enough to actually trip you over the edge but the rasp in Johnny’s voice had you falling apart in his arms, your orgasm ripping through you so hard it had your thighs shaking. “Such a good girl,” Johnny praised you before he let out a low guttural moan and fucked into you once – then twice – before his hips came to a halt, emptying his cum inside the condom.

For a while you two just panted loudly before Johnny gently laid you back down onto the mattress, chuckling lowly when you whined at the loss of his cock. “Shit,” you giggled while he quickly got rid of the condom, throwing it in the general direction of your trashcan. So tender you could have missed it, Johnny pressed a row of kisses down your spine until he reached the swell of your ass. “Cuddle me,” you pouted, making grabby hands at him. “We’re sweaty, princess,” he laughed but gave in when you kept pouting. “I don’t care,” you whined, fitting your head beneath his, wrapping your arms and legs around his body to cling to him like a koala. “You’re cute,” he smiled, pressing his lips to your forehead.

“For how long did you know?” “Know what?” Johnny asked, clearly confused. “That I was your secret admirer.” “I didn’t.” “It was so obvious,” you groaned. “Okay maybe I got a hunch after we started that group project. But you never said anything.” “What was I supposed to say? Oh Johnny, by the way, I’m the one who has been writing you cringey love letters for like half a year already. Please go out with me?” That made Johnny laugh, the sound melodic in the quiet of your room. “I would have said yes, you know?” He spoke lowly, “I’ll miss your letters.” “What makes you think I will stop writing them?” “Because you can tell me all that stuff in person now when we go on dates.” “We’ll go on dates?” “That’s what people do when they like each other, princess,” Johnny chuckled, “And I really like you. Both as my secret admirer and my classmate.” “Oh my god stop,” you whined, hiding your hot face in his chest, feeling shy all of a sudden while Johnny was just laughing.

“I like you too,” you eventually mumbled once it had gotten quiet again. “I figured,” he teased you. “I changed my mind,” you immediately shot back, rising from where you were cuddled into his chest but every other protest died on your tongue when you saw his dreamy expression, his honey eyes finding yours and completely ignoring the fact that you were still very much naked. “Date me,” he said. “Okay,” you answered, easily meeting his lips in a sweet kiss that wouldn’t be the last one you two shared tonight.

“Hello and welcome back, that was Middle Of The Night by Monsta X, suggested to us by raibebe through our Twitter with the hashtag JonJaeLoveTalk. We’re your DJ’s John-D.” “And Jae-D on NCT Night Night. Hello again to all of our listeners. John-D.” “Yes Jae-D,” Johnny chuckled, leaning back in his chair. “Something is off today. I looked through our mail and there was no letter from your secret admirer.” “Oh really,” he feigned surprise. “Either they didn’t send anything in or our director got sick of the pining.” “I can calm you right back down Jae-D,” Johnny smiled, “Because she simply doesn’t need to send any more letters. I finally found her.” “No way. For real? And you didn’t tell me? I have to find out through our radio show? Friendship is dead,” Jaehyun sighed dramatically and you couldn’t help but chuckle. “Jae-D you know you’ll always be the number one in my heart, you know that.” At that Jaehyun let out fake gagging noises that made both friends chuckle.

“No but for real. I finally found her and asked her out. It’s going great so yeah,” Johnny shrugged, “In case you’re listening baby: I’m dropping by later and bring sushi.” “This is so domestic already,” Jaehyun sighed dramatically, “Where is my secret admirer?” “Maybe you could find love as well if you stopped acting like the textbook example of a frat boy.” “What is that even supposed to mean?”

Smiling, you leaned back on your sofa and listened to your boyfriend bickering with his best friend. Boyfriend. That sounded good even though it still felt unreal. Love Letters weren’t dead after all it seemed.

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