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heejayy · 1 year

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Shuri U. || A+ pt2

Warning • swearing, fingering, cunnilingus, praising, switch Shuri, switch reader, overstimulation

Genre • smut, fluff in the end ?

Pairing • Professor! Shuri x student! Black Reader

Wc: 2.4K

A/n: ignore any mistakes I’m sick and don’t feel like fixing them 😭

Dinner with your professor? In public? Has she lost her ever loving mind? If you two get recognized it’s over, you’re getting expelled and she’s getting fired. You sighed shaking your head, this better be worth it.

You grabbed your fur coat and hand bag making your way outside, she stood against her car already waiting for you.

You give her an apologetic smile “Sorry if I kept you waiting” she shook her head waving you off.

“No it’s fine I got here not too long ago” she smiles as she takes in your appearance, she must’ve liked it, her eyes continued to linger on your cleavage area. She knew you noticed because of the way you smirked “let’s save that for tonight, shall we?” She reciprocated your smirk leaning off the car, she held her hand out and you took it.

She led you to the passenger side opening the door for you “get in pretty girl.” You bit the inside of your cheek as you feeling your stomach flutter.

The car ride wasn’t so chatty, but filled with tension. You two usually don’t have to hold a conversation because it jumps right to the sex part. To pass time you watched the street lights outside pass, listening to slow Afro beats play low on the radio. You felt her hand creep up your thigh as she began massaging your it, she sent you a slight smirk before putting her focus back on the road. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little wet right now.

When you both arrived to the restaurant she hopped out the car and ran over to your side to open your door.

“That’s sweet of you but you don’t have to open my door for me Shuri I’m very much capable of doing it myself” she shook her head chucking.

“Nonsense, I asked you out so I’ll treat you” she held her hand out for you to grab, heat rushed to your cheeks as you grabbed it.

She led you to the restaurant door and opened it for you, the restaurant was gorgeous. Dim lightening with a classical music playing low off in the background. You were greeted by a hostess with a big smile who led you to your seats

“You like it so far?” Shuri asked as she peeked at you through her lashes all while trying to read the menu, you nodded with a smile. You couldn’t deny you were feeling some sort of nervousness sitting across from your very attractive professor. As your eyes nervously glossed over the food options, you could feel Shuri’s eyes flicker from her menu back up at you.

“You find something yet?” You pursed your lips sitting down the menu, “yeah.”

Shuri hummed.

“Why are you so suddenly quiet, normally you have more to say.”

“I don’t know, just a little awkward I guess.” Shuri chuckled.

“Don’t be nkosazana.”

Some time passed and you ordered your food, the longer you talked the more comfortable you got. Disregarding her being a strict professor she actually had a really warm personality. She’s funny, a bit sarcastic and very flirtatious.

“So what do you plan on doing after dinner?” She asked wiping the corner of her mouth with her napkin. You shrugged taking a sip of your drink.

“I’m not sure, what are your plans?”

As if a switch flipped she gave you a sly smirk, “well I wanted to know if you would like to come back to my place, have a little wine, maybe talk a bit?” You chuckled at her trying to be discreet, while simultaneously implying something else.

“Baby if you wanna fuck just say that” She chuckled putting down her glass.

She laughed “Well that too.”

“Well then, we should get going” you smiled flirtatiously caressing her hand across the table. Shuri wasted no time calling the waitress over, paying for the bill then rushed you outside to her car. It was almost comical how eager she was to get you home.

The ride to Shuri’s place went smoother than expected. You opened up and talked more, come to find out you and Shuri have more in common than just, using each other for good grades and pleasure.

“Well that’s the end of the tour, do you like it?”

“Like it? I love it your home it’s beautiful, it screams regal but yet humble” she let out a small chuckle at your compliment.

“Thank you, usana.”

She pulled out a chair near her island and you took a seat, “would you like a glass of wine?” You nodded watching unlock her wine cabinet, of course she had her own wine cabinet.

“Here,” you two migrated from her kitchen to her couch, sipping on wine, cup after cup. Talking, flirting, and feeling on each other. Your legs were draped over her lap as she caressed your thighs. The way she was looking at you made your body shiver, and to make things worse the wine was starting to get to you.

Shuri bit her bottom lip raking her eyes over your body, her eyes kept flickering back to your exposed breast, “have I told you you looked nice tonight?” You smiled looking away feeling heat creep up to your cheeks.

“Don’t get shy now usana, I’ve seen how you act when we’re alone.”

“Mmm I only act like that for you” you whispered on her ear as you played with her curls. Shuri’s body slightly flinched from the feeling of your breath tickling her ear, it sent shivers down her spine and she liked it.

“Listen Shuri you don’t have to wine and dine me to get what you want I know why you brought me home so let’s cut the middle school shit and get to it” Shuri let out a chuckle as she rubbed her chin.

“Well damn I was trying to make you feel comfortable but alright let’s head to my room.”

Well now you felt bad.

“I didn’t mean to sound rude I just- I just don’t want to get all attached and shit, we ain’t never done this before so why now?” Her expression changed to an unreadable cold one.

“Not sure” was all she said, she slid your legs off of hers so she could stand, she grabbed your hand lifting you off the couch with ease “let’s go, now.”

You listened to her without question following her to her luxurious bedroom she showed you mere hours ago. Her aggressive grip on your wrist sent you into a frenzy, your pussy began to throb imagining her grip on your hips as she pounded into you.

“Get on your knees now.” She demanded closing the door.

“Yes ma’am” you lowered yourself to your knees and began tying your braids in a ponytail, you knew the routine.

“Good girl” she smiled caressing your chin before taking a seat on her bed, she unbuckled her pants pulling them off along with her boxers and threw them to the floor.

Her eyes hung low as they lingered on you “Come here sithandwa sam” you innocently looked up at her through your false lashes, she was leaning back on her elbows wearing a smug grin.

“Go ahead, I thought you weren’t shy” now annoyed with her you rolled your eyes and spread her pretty pecan brown thighs. To your surprise she was soaked, basically dripping. Her pussy was glistening in the dim light that lit her room. You gently ran your thumb over her clit, you watched her hips bucked wanting more.

“Do you see what you do to me usana?” This feeling was unfamiliar, this sense of control made you giddy. Normally when you eat her out she controls it, but now it’s like she’s giving herself to you. She looked so vulnerable laying there waiting for you to taste her. Not wasting anymore time you dove in, you gently kissed each of her thighs spending a little more time on one making sure to leave a mark. Hearing a soft moan come from above you made you smile.

“That feel nice baby?” Shuri nodded with a slight whimper. You parted her lips leaving a kiss on her clit, before sucking on it.

“O-oh shit baby!” Hearing her so pleased made you eager to continue. You snuck two fingers in and her hips bucked up aggressively. You slowly pumped in and out of her wet pussy feeling her slick walls against your fingers.

“Bast!” She moaned arching her back.

She moved her hips against your tongue wanting more. You picked up your pace not wanting to deny her anymore pleasure, “am I doing well?” You asked looking up.

“Y-yes baby, you’re doing good keep g-going.” God her fucked out voice made you insanely wet, you had to clench your own thighs to stop the throbbing sensation.

You slid out your fingers and gripped her hips to hold them down, “baby you have to be still” she just whined in response, she was close and you could tell. To calm her you caressed her hips in a circular motion with your thumbs but the more you did that the squirmier she became and the louder her moans got.

“My baby’s close?”

“Nnghhh fuck!”

“I take that as a yes” you giggle, wanting her to reach her high fast you sucked and licked on her clit, abusing it as if it was your last meal. Before you knew it she was cumming, no matter how fast you tried to lick up her juices she kept cumming. “Oh shit!” her hands gripped your braids as a wave of pleasure went through her. You gave her pussy one last kiss before coming up from between her thighs. You licked your fingers clean of her cum smiling, she tasted good.

“Damn,” she huffed trying to level her breathing. You giggle feeling an instantly shy afterwards.

She sat up with a look in her eye, “come here” you knew what she wanted. She grabbed the back of your neck pulling you in to kiss you, she had a thing for tasting her cum on your lips.

She pulled back with a smirk, you know that look. She was about to fuck your shit up.

“Take off your clothes and get on the bed.” You did as she asked slipping your bodycon dress off letting it pool down to your ankles. Her eyes watched your figure up and down as if she was ready to devour you, a smile appeared on her lips.

“You look good in white” she complimented referring to your lingerie, you smiled feeling your cheeks become warm. While you crawled on the bed she hopped off walking to her nightstand, you knew what she was getting.

She came back to your side of the bed holding a harness “strap on or no?” You took a second to think.

“No strap on” she smiled unhooking the dildo from the harness.

She climbed on top of you lowering herself to kiss you, she kissed down your jaw, neck and back up to your lips. She was eager and wanted you bad.

“Baby don’t tease me please” wanting to give you what you want she lowered her self near your hips taking your panties between her teeth. She slowly pulled them down discarding them on floor with the rest of your clothes, she then reached her tatted hand up your back to unclip your bra throwing that too.

“Usana spread those pretty legs for me” you did as asked.

She smiled gliding the tip of the dildo between your wet folds, you let out a small whimper immediately wanting more “behave now I haven’t even started yet.”

She slid her dildo in, not even giving you and chance to adjust to it she started pumping it in. The deeper she went the father your back arched, she knew exactly where your spot was to send you over the edge instantly. While she occupied your pussy she crept her other hand up your body to tease your nipples, pinching and turning them just how you liked. Your

“S-slow down baby I don’t wanna cum j-just yet” did she listen? No. She kept going at that steady but rapid pace. Your whines echoed off the walls as you began to clench around her dildo. Your eyes were screwed shut so tight you were seeing dots, when you tried to clench your thighs she immediately grabbed one holding them open.

“F-fuck Shuri I’m close, I’m close! Please!” Shuri stayed silent enjoying your body unraveling under her touch. She watched the dildo appear and disappear out of your pussy as a white ring started to form at the base, she wanted to lick the cream off so bad.

A few more pumps and you were cumming all over her, “oh fuck!” She hummed in satisfaction watching you fall apart as cum slid down your thighs. Shuri then slid out her dildo and before you could protest she replaced it with her mouth. Licking and sucking up you juices, she hummed against your clit with her eyes focused on you. Your eyes were glossy as a single tear slid down your cheek.

“Fuck Shuri! Don’t stop d-don’t stop!” She slipped two fingers in pushing up against that one spot, fucking you with her fingers until she felt warm liquid against her tongue.

When she thought you’ve had enough came up from between your legs and softly kissed you on the lips, she stroked your braids giving you another kiss on your forehead.

“Good girl, you did so well” you whined still feeling hazy and sensitive. Shuri got up to get a warm rag cleaning you and herself up. Feeling a little weak herself she got back in bed pulling the covers up wrapping you both in them.

“Shouldn’t we shower?” You mumbled laying against her chest.

“Shh we’ll clean up later” she hummed softy as her accent smoothly rolled off her tongue.

Shuri knew she was making a mistake. She was going against her rules but she couldn’t help it with you, she was more than attracted to you, she genuinely liked you and that was dangerous on its own. She sighed watching you lay on her chest drifting off to sleep, you looked so pretty and peaceful. So peaceful that she might even give this so called situationship a chance.

“Goodnight y/n.”

“Mmm night Shuri.”

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discluded · 1 year

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My Top 10 memorable 2022 MileApo moments 💚💛

In no particular order,

Mile defending Apo and telling him he's not weird. Mile Phakphum #1 apocolleague #1 Apo defender #1 Apo protector 😖

2. Whatever they put in the water that day at the XBlush shoot 🥴

3. The Moon Represents My Heart at KPWT Taipei (curse you one video per post Tumblr limit). The audible gasp and excitement from the audience when they realized what song it was!!!

4. MileApo at the Vogue Thailand Gala. Everything about them and how beautiful they were... Mile had just gotten out of COVID isolation #2 and now they had a Vogue spread and were mingling with the movers and shakers of the Thai ent industry. Also specifically these boyfriend soft launch selfies 😖

5. Paper Mile at the KPWT send off. This one was bittersweet and making the best of a bad situation... Apo was doing his best to have Mile be included but even Apo was not his usual sparkly self. The appearance of paper Mile per the request of quarantined Mile really put the smile back on his face.

6. Sharing dessert and water in the Red Sea Film Festival IGL

7. Apo taking this sexy photo of Mile in Phuket and immediately being exposed as the photographer. Thank you @ apovision for God's work and thank you @/may for exposing them.

8. Mile replying to this tweet. Yeah it's a tweet. Yeah he interacts with many fan tweets. But trust me, this is the one that made all of us deranged. It's the reason why I'm deranged now. I think about this all the time.

9. Mile and Apo kissing live at KPWT Bangkok. I'm just going to make peace with the fact that we're likely never gonna see another live kiss at a KPWT show again. But we got this one.

10. Holding up the pride flag together at KPWT Taipei. Wasn't Taipei beautiful!?! 😭 It was a beautiful moment for the entire cast and the audience, since it was Pride Week in Taipei 🌈

Bonus: 11. Meeting all of you 🥰💕 Yeah I'm sappy as heck, what are you gonna do about it.

If you've ever sent me an anon or liked or reblogged one of my posts or followed me or stalk my blog but don't have a Tumblr or written fic or drawn fanart or written meta or made gifs or made edits or trended for MileApo, thank you for making fandom a fun place. If you've learned anything new about yourself or the world or changed your perspective in life because of anything I reblogged, I'm glad something I said or did affected you 🥰

We often talk about about when being in fandom is annoying, but really, it's a community. If you've stayed, thanks for embracing respecting each other and loving KinnPorsche and loving Mile and Apo and the people in their lives (which includes all of us!)

Maybe the real MileApo was the friends we made along the way 🥹🥹🥹 (Mile would agree because he is equally sappy like me).

Many other beautiful memories I wanted to include... but I loved these so much. It was hard picking favorites, but I'm gonna 😤

Bonus runners up:

Looking like a royal couple at their first fan meet

KPWT Seoul date (are you going to give us the video or not BOC...)

Apo lifting Mile in the KPWT Taipei behind the scenes video

Mile discretely rubbing Apo's waist underneath his suit jacket at the D7 event 🤭🤭🤭

KPWT Taipei goodbye (x2)

(alright no more for real or else I'm gonna be here all day)

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neopuppy · 1 year

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Alpha Stepdad Johnny🥺

lmao you are soooo…

warnings. a/b/o, stepcest, covid mentioned(listen…I saw a tweet..), pre-heat, masturbation

“Took a good few months for my taste to come back after I had it.” Jaehyun shrugs. “Smell took a while longer, I think maybe 8 months.”

“It’s frustrating.” Johnny sighs, shoving his plate of food aside. “Waste of money coming to eat here, $80 steak I can’t even enjoy.”

“Have you tried those tricks people recommend online? Like burning an orange peel or something.”

“Hmm, no.” Shaking his head, Johnny grabs the bill to cover their lunch. “On me.”

“Thanks man,” Jaehyun clasps his friend's shoulder, eyebrows raised up. “How’s everything been at home?”

“A little quiet ever since she moved out,” he shrugs, sharing a knowing look with his most trusted friend. “It’s been nice to you know.. have our time alone, but my mate works a lot. She doesn’t have to either but, you know how it is.”

“She’s a real independent Omega.” Jaehyun says, scooting closer. “I know how fond you are of your step-daughter though, I’m sure her absence around the house is hard to get used to.”

Johnny’s lips pout, reaching for his phone to open a text with you, his routine daily check in. The usual, asking if there’s anything you need, offering to swoop by on the way home and bring you food. “Hmm, that’s weird.”

“What’s up?”

“I texted her earlier before meeting you asking if she wanted anything to eat.” Johnny’s forehead wrinkles, locking his phone. “I’ll just order her favorite to-go and drop it off when I pass by.”

Jaehyun laughs through his nose, nodding sarcastically. “You care about her a lot, as if she could be your actual daughter.”

Johnny smiles to hide a grimace, signaling for a waiter. “She’s a good girl is all.”

“Yeah, I’ll bet.”

Johnny tries to call once reaching your building, eyebrows wrinkling together when you don’t answer his second try. That’s unlike you, bothering him the more he sits and rechecks your messages. Maybe you went out.. but even then you’d always sent a heads-up to your family group chat to be safe(after much lecturing from him).

It won’t hurt to double check and make sure everything’s fine, maybe you were still asleep. You always left a spare key hidden inside of the lamp by your door for emergencies especially because of your habit of locking yourself out.

Johnny really disagreed with the idea of you living alone, a young pretty Omega that turned the heads of Alphas with every step you took living independently all on your own left an uneasy tight sensation in his chest, he’d do anything to take care of you. Despite not being blood-related, he’s always felt extra protective of you, having to control himself to not overstep his boundaries and smother you with love even worse after you’d presented.

Pocketing the key to your place, he knocks first, waiting for you to at least call out a response, maybe check your phone.

“Hello?”

Scanning the place, nothing seems out of the norm, your shoes and coats by the front, minimal decorations all in place, a purse flung down on the couch. He tries to sniff first, mentally cursing at the lack of smell hitting his senses. The bag of takeout in his grip a reminder of why he’s here to begin with, not because of his innate obsession of knowing your every move at all times.

If she’s asleep, let her sleep. He nods, quietly shuffling to your kitchen to drop off the food. You’ll wake up and break into a smile upon discovering your favorite meal waiting for you, and then you’ll call him up with your usual ‘Thank you so much daddy, I love you.’

Johnny tingles at the thought, clearing his throat as he strides toward the door only to stop in his tracks as an anguished moan sounds from the hallway leading to your bedroom.

“Alpha, please! please, it hurts!”

Your voice rings through his ears, broken whines following each word leading him closer to the sounds of your heavy breathing, painful cries. Johnny swallows, throat instantly drying up as he walks down the hall, the air thick and humid emitting from your cracked bedroom door.

“Please! Alpha!”

Scuttling ahead he nearly crumbles, feet tangling together having to grab the nearest wall as he reaches your door. Moans burst out louder, singing cries of pleasure between hisses of pain, desperate whimpers.

Fuck, he can’t smell anything, can’t taste your beautiful sweet scent.

Johnny’s neck cranes, inching closer to the doors opening, practically swallowing his tongue as he catches the sight of you sprawled on all fours jamming your fingers into your cunt repeatedly.

“Daddy..”

Snapping to your face he’s relieved to see your eyes squeezed shut, moaning and biting down onto your bedding with each fierce fuck of your fingers in and out. “Daddy, please, please fuck me.”

Johnny wipes at a trickle of spit sliding down his chin, gulping to alleviate some of the dryness filling his lungs.

Fuck, fuck fuck fuck. He should leave, he shouldn’t watch, he needs to pretend this never happened..

“Alpha…”

Each little wanton cry you let out echoes off your bedroom walls, swiping a palm across his face to calm himself as you reach between your thighs circling around your clit with a hiss. “Fuck, you’re so big daddy, please.. need you so bad.”

Johnny can’t tear his gaze away from each pitiful pinch your rim gives, the way your hole pulsates around your digits, pumping desperately as if three of your useless fingers could ever compare to what he could really give you to satiate your thirst.

Tucking in his bottom lip to suppress a curse, he reaches lower, palm dragging down to push in past the waistband of his slacks to grip around his hot girth, blood filling up his size painfully fast throbbing every vein lining the way down.

Harshly breathing through his nose he strokes just once, applying pressure around himself at the tip, thumb smearing the mess of pre-cum around his slit as his gaze burns into your core imagining how fucking tight you’d suck around him.

You’d beg, beg for him to stop, slow down, and give you more all at once. Johnny curses again, mind too foggy to even realize just how far gone he is, vocally muttering under his breath.

“Daddy?”

Oh fuck.

#anon #nct hard hours #nct 127 smut #nct smut #johnny hard hours

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imaginecolby · 1 year

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collaborators || c.b.

summary: after a couple of collab videos, you and colby are shipped together more often than usual. however, this time, you think you're ready to take that next step in your relationship.

you and colby had been friends and collaborators for a long time. you and him were both youtube creators, and had been in each other's videos many times.

as he'd taken some time away from his personal channel to focus on his duo channel with long time partner, sam golbach, it was more often that he appeared in a video on your channel than you did on his.

today was a film day for you, and he'd shown up to your apartment to film a mukbang with you. this was your favorite type of video to film with each other, as there were no heavy pressures to put on an act. it was something where the two of you could be yourselves, two friends hanging out.

you made your way through the video, enjoying your meal, talking and answering questions. it was the first time in a while that you and colby had seen each other and had a lot of catching up to do, which made for wonderful conversation.

"thank you for dinner." colby said as he plopped back down on the couch after taking the trash out.

"of course. thanks for coming over and filming with me." you said, and he nodded. he hung out for a little while before he had to get back home.

once your upload day came around, everyone was excited to see your video. you'd hinted at colby's appearance, and sent everyone into a tizzy.

"finally! my favorite duo has reunited!"

"my babies! my favorite besties!"

"i missed these two together so much i needed this collab"

many other tweets flooded your timeline of fans being excited to see your video. you loved that everyone was as excited as you were to post it.

after it was up for a while, you scrolled through twitter and liked and replied to a few tweets of screenshots and clips of funny moments from your video.

a few tweets you came across were screenshots of you and colby smiling and laughing together, saying how cute you were with each other.

these types of tweets were pretty common, especially more after you and colby were seen with each other. you didn't mind seeing things like this, because you knew the reality of your relationship, and you only ever saw positive things in response.

after a couple more videos though, you noticed that the shipping tweets began to increase. more and more people were posting you together, and agreeing on the fact that you and colby would make a cute couple.

you and colby had an intense connection, one that was stronger than either of you had with any of your other friends. there was a palpable tension between you every time you were together. and you and he both knew that if you really wanted to, you would. you'd spoken about these feelings you shared only once, after sharing a drunk kiss, but you knew you would both be into it if either of you acted on them.

seeing all these tweets only made your feelings for him stronger. you liked him a lot, and you flirted with each other constantly. but you didn't know how he was feeling now. you just hoped these messages weren’t scaring him away.

a few days passed since you uploaded, and you were at home watching a movie. the end credits were just rolling when you heard a knock on your front door. when you answered it, you found a disheveled colby who looked like he'd been lost in thought for the few minutes he stood waiting for you to answer.

"hey, are you okay?" you asked as he walked into your living room.

"i need to talk to you." he said softly, hands in his pockets he looked at you with a softness in his eyes. the same look he had after the kiss you shared.

"okay. let's talk." you said, walking over to your couch. he sat next to you, twiddling his thumbs as he gathered his thoughts.

"i know you've seen twitter over these past couple of days." he looked up at you, and you nodded.

"colby, you know these types of tweets are expected. especially with us. they always happen when we're seen together." you said.

"i do know. but this time it felt like there was a ~lot~ more. but i got me thinking," he paused and took a deep breath, "and i assume you must have been thinking the same, considering you liked a bunch of them."

"oh, so you've been stalking my twitter now?" you teased, but he just shook his head and laughed.

"anyway, they've got me thinking. what if you and i took this to the next step. i feel like that you and i have always been on the same page about our relationship, and i think we could possibly consider being a real couple."

"i've been thinking about that a lot recently too. more over the past couple of days than anything. but i do agree. i’ve had feelings for you for a long time, and i feel better knowing that you feel the same."

“okay then. since we’re in agreement,” he trailed off as he moved closer to you. you fell into his arms as he held you tight, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

as you kissed him, you could tell that the feeling of his lips on yours was quickly going to become a favorite feeling of yours. you could already tell that it was something you wouldn’t be able to live without.

as if he was reading your mind, colby quickly deepened the kiss, his arms tightening around you waist to pull you closer into his chest.

pulling away only to catch your breath, you locked eyes with each other. lust heavy in your eyes as well as colby’s.

you spent the rest of the night with each other, connecting more intimately than ever. if the events of the night were any indication as to how your relationship was going to turn out, you didn’t want anything to change.

#colby brock #colby brock imagine #colby brock fanfic #colby brock fanfiction

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goldsainz · 2 years

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MASTERLIST.

A/N: this is based on a request @ateliefloresdaprimavera sent me!! so thank you sm for requesting, hope you all enjoy [gif cred: @colewald]

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Y/N Smith and Matt Smith React To Your Tweets About “House of the Dragon”

You were excited to do an Interview with Matt after such a long time. You’d done a couple talk shows spontaneously over the years, but this was formally about a project you were both so enthralled by.

In a way, the mood was different. You were now a married couple who had two beautiful kids, and had been friends for over ten years. Time really flew by.

As the interview began you were sitting next to your husband, a bowl full of papers in front of you.

“I am Matt Smith,” You started, looking at Matt expectantly.

“And I’m Y/N Smith.” He continues, a victorious smile on both of your faces. The multiple failed takes definitely made its way into both of your minds.

“And we’re here to react to your tweets about ‘House of the Dragon’!” You both say in unison, high fiving each other as you let out a laugh.

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“We were told you guys many things to say about the show when it's not even out!” Your voice was amused, while Matt looked at you with a small smile.

“The internet is truly surprising” Matt lets out, making you shake your head.

“Okay, so here’s the deal. We’ll both be reading some things you’ve posted, and we’ll react on the spot.”

“No judgment on our side.” You shot Matt a look, “Maybe just a little.”

“Can I go first, please?” You ask, slightly pouting so he would say yes. You knew he could never truly refuse you if you made that face.

“Of course, my love.” The grin on your face at his words was all Matt would ever need in return.

You reach for the bowl and shake it, “So nobody can say we cheated!” You tell the camera, pointing your finger like you would when warning your children about something.

“Nobody’s going to say that now, Y/N.” Your husband says amusedly, finding it adorable that your tendencies as a mother made its way into other moments.

“@/ynmywife says “Whoever casted Y/N as a Targaryen in the show, will have my therapy bills delivered to their house😭” and then there’s a crying emoji.” You then roll the paper and throw it in a basket below the table.

“First off, I’m her husband so she’s not your wife,” Matt points out, jokingly placing his arm around your shoulder to show off his ‘dominance’, “Secondly, I agree with that statement.”

“You don’t even go to therapy!” You exclaim, looking bewildered by his words.

“The point still stands, but seriously, how did being cast feel?” He turns the conversation around, trying to bring back some seriousness, his arms still placed around you.

“It was surreal. I actually hadn’t auditioned to be a Targaryen, but I guess my vibes were those.” You started your answer, “My agent called and said I got the role of Valenya Targaryen, I remember being so shocked but I accepted instantly because I knew the experience would be amazing, and it was!”

“My story for being cast is much more boring compared to yours.” Matt murmurs, a small laugh leaving his lips as he reaches for the next paper in the bowl.

“I’m sure it's not.” You tell him, kissing his cheek.

“@/valyrianbiatch says “Are we gonna talk about how hot Daemon and Valenya look in those teaser pics???” with three question marks, it seems like they really want some answers.”

“We should talk about it more, tell us Matt, how does it feel to be married to such a hot person?” You teasingly say.

“It feels amazing.” Matt responds, as you make an “aw” sound that some of the crew backstage copies. He just places his hands in a way that is supposed to show you off, like he doesn’t need to further explain his answer.

“I think Daemon and Valenya exude this badass energy, which instantly makes them attractive to the eye.” Your words are slightly more serious, trying to actually get the interview somewhat correctly done. But you’re sure the fans will only concentrate on the more unserious bits.

“Plus they’re interpreted by stunning people, what’s not to like about that?”

“Exactly!” You exclaim, taking another paper from the bowl.

“@/dracaryss_ says “It feels illegal to watch HOTD knowing Matt and Y/N were casted as siblings!!” with two exclamation marks at the end.” You read out the paper, playing with it while thinking of a good answer.

“It’s definitely less weird now, the Targaryen family tree really is a circle of incestous people.” Matt answers jokingly.

“I feel like we’ve been in this job long enough to separate our actual lives from fiction, which I feel everyone should be able to do.” You say, looking at Matt after.

“That’s also very vital to the process, and they don’t really behave like siblings so most of the time it wasn’t as awkward.” He ends with a laugh, as you smile in return.

“The show may not be to everyone’s taste, so please be cautious while watching!” While you speak Matt reaches for another paper.

“Let 's see… @/lannisterlions says “And when I faint from the beauty of the Targaryens? Then what?””

“I would recommend some water, some ibuprofen even.” You were being sarcastic, but your voice had a motherly edge to it which made Matt almost melt in his seat.

“I fear they’ll be fainting a lot, they’re the stars of the show.”

“That too.” You agree, chuckling slightly.

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You’ve already responded to a couple of tweets, some responses more serious than others in which you’ve just taken the piss out of their silly comments.

“I feel like I’ve answered tweets for a lifetime now.” You let out, your head resting on the shoulder of your husband, his arm wrapped around your waist.

“I know I have.” Matt tells the camera, nodding slightly at his own words.

“It was very fun, though.” You add while smiling.

“We had a blast, thank you for all of the amazing tweets.”

“And don’t forget to tune in every sunday for a new episode of ‘House of the Dragon’ available on HBO.” You end, blowing some kisses to the camera as Matt waves his hand.

The video ends with Matt whispering something inaudible to your ears, making you throw your head back in laughter as the video fades to black.

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*NOT CLICKBAIT!!!* when asmo learns that you, the newest exchange student has a youtube account and following somewhat comparable to his own, he decided right then and there not to like you. however, after an unfortunate (and misleading) exchange goes viral, he has no choice but to fake date you in order to save face. will asmo crush you and put you into place like you deserve? or are those funny feelings in his stomach not hate, like he had thought? like, subscribe, and maybe fall in love (with this smau) to find out!!

you know when asmodeus arrives by the way those remaining in the classroom break out into hushed chatter, followed by excited glances sent your way. gritting your teeth, you finish packing and sling your bag over your shoulder.

“hey,” asmodeus greets you from the doorway as you walk over to him, and really, could he sound any more enthusiastic?

“hey!” you force a smile. “how was your day?”

“it was good. yours?”

you know neither of you care about the answers. you’re only trying to keep up appearances. the ‘pleasant’ conversation lasts until you exit rad, and once you reach the parking lot, asmodeus steps a bit away from you, putting some space in between your shoulders.

“i meant to ask,” you begin. “how’d you know which class was mine? i forgot to tell you what my last period of the day was.”

he stiffens, then shrugs. “i don’t know, i guess i must have overhead someone say it. i swear, when everybody should be talking about me, they’re only talking about you. it’s honestly ridiculous!”

“someone’s jealous.”

the look you get is scathing. “i can’t believe i have to do this,” he groans, tapping something out on his phone. probably a tweet or something, knowing him. “you really should make some friends.”

“i have friends, thank you,” you reply frostily. “they’re just busy. and don’t act like this wasn’t your fault in the first place.”

“how is this my fault? you’re the one who needed to go shopping?”

“and you’re the one who wanted to ask me out.” your tone is sickly sweet.

“whatever,” he scoffs. “i told you you should just have ordered it online.”

“and i told you, it needs to fit my brand. i figured you, of all people, would understand the need to make content off of this.” too busy rolling your eyes, you don’t notice the car pulling out from its space until asmo’s yanking you back, a hand on your arm.

“i swear,” he says disgustedly, “some of these drivers need their freaking license revoked. i almost get hit in this lot all of the time.”

you laugh, a little nervously. “i’ll have to keep that in mind. thanks, i guess. turning into a human pancake wouldn’t have been a good start to the year.”

your words bring a small, non-sarcastic smile to his lips, and you’re stunned by how normal he looks. one could even call him handsome.

not you, though.

he catches himself quickly, flipping his hair with a sigh. “please, the car wasn’t going that fast. you’re so dramatic. oh look, there’s satan.”

you follow his gaze to a nicer car that’s already running. asmodeus wastes no time getting into the passenger seat, leaving you to climb in the back.

“hello,” you chirp, examining satan. “thanks so much for the ride! i really appreciate it.”

“hello,” he says pleasantly. “it’s nice to meet you. and it’s no trouble at all, especially since i hear you’re being so kind as to buy me dinner in exchange.”

damn asmodeus.

“yep! gotta show my gratitude, right?”

he chuckles, shakes his head, and reverses out of the parking space. “well, i’m looking forward to it. i can’t wait to get to know you better. i’ve heard so much about you through asmo.”

“all good things, i’m sure,” you reply drily.

“satan,” asmodeus hisses, slapping his brother in the arm. “don’t you dare.”

“dare what?” satan asks, flashing you a mischievous look in the rearview mirror. “i’m just getting to know your partner. and doing my duty as an ambassador of the demon realm. nothing more, nothing less.”

“yeah,” you put in. “at least somebody’s showing me a modicum of politeness.”

“introducing the two of you was a mistake,” asmodeus says, sinking down in his seat. “and satan, you know damn well that they’re not my partner. so don’t be a prick.”

“i’m afraid i don’t know what you mean,” satan says cooly, and you realize you might be in for a night of brotherly arguing. oh, yay.

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just-my-type-x · 2 years

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Could we get some angst with B? It could be anything really, maybe like a fight before a concert that makes reader leave the venue or something? An angsty ending would be great 🤔. I love your writing btw!

A/N: first, it means a lot ♥️ second, whatever i say in this imagine is purely fictional. In no way am i saying stuff to make anons feel bad/guilty/hurt, I'm just using the stuff that we've been discussing to build the story of the imagine, cuz it helps through the most part. In no way am i using the stuff people have sent to mock them or to make fun of them. In no way am i targeting Brad of having this type of behaviour and in no way am i projecting his behaviour in this imagine as being real in his day-to-day lifestyle.

I hope u'll like it ♥️

Showstopper

"We still need to talk about that, eventually", i tell Brad as i close the room of the backstage room. The boys went out to get some things from the tour bus, but Brad and i both know they left because of the tension between the two of us.

"What if we postpone it until tomorrow, love? I have a show in 30 minutes, i don't want to go out there angry", he gives me a quick smile and turns his back to me, giving his curls a shake in the mirror to fix his hair. I roll my eyes at him in the mirror. He sighs. "Fine, mess the good state that I'm in. What's even the matter?"

I scoff

"Well, you'd know if you paid some attention to me in the past few days", he turns to face me and i walk closer to him. "since we left for tour, you barely took the time to spend time with me", i cross my arms at my chest

"I did pay attention to you, i always do. And I'm sorry i didn't spend as much time with you as you wished, but you saw the madness of the tour", he puts a hand on my cheek, but his eyes stare me down. I know he is mad at me for blaming him of not spending enough time with me. I know he is busy as hell most of the time, but at least on tour, when the most busy part of the day is going on stage, i wish he could spend with me some more quality time.

"It's ok, but at least hear me out when you see me sad. When was the last time you asked me how I'm feeling?", he frowns at me, taking his hand away

"I always do. I can ask you the same thing tho. When was the last time you actually checked on me?", he opens his eyes wide in curiosity. I just look away. "I thought so too", he walks away from me, but i follow him. "Anyways, what's on your mind that you need to tell me right now?", he sighs

"Brad, don't be an asshole, i really want you to listen to me. Do you ever listen to me?"

"Yes, i do, y/n"

"No, i mean do you really listen to me?"

"Yes, i do, whenever you're sad or angry, i pay attention to every word"

"Good", i say and take a seat on the armrest of the couch. "I've been getting a lot of dms recently and i don't feel comfortable receiving stuff like that"

"What dms?", Brad frowns and crosses his arm at his chest

"Since nobody knows we're dating, some fans blame me that you and your ex broke up because of me, because you either like me or i came between you two. They accuse you of cheating, first and foremost, then they call me a bitch, a liar and a home wrecker. I couldn't give a shit about what they call me cause i know it's not true, but i hate it how they call you."

"Oh so you hate the way they call me like you can't just ignore it because it is not true, right?", Brad rolls his eyes and i press the palms of my hands to my forehead.

"I can't believe you just said that"

"Tell me more, actually, what else is in there? That you believe about me, might i add", he crosses his legs and i see his cheeks getting flustered with anger. Brad is so sweet all the time, always smiling and making sure that everyone's comfortable around him, but it's days like this when we fight when i just want to punch him in the face. And then hug him.

"Brad, stop it. You know very well that these things wouldn't come up if you could post a fuckin picture or a tweet about us, making things official and then disappear from social media like always.", i get up and start walking around the room. I hear footsteps behind my back and Brad gently turns me around to face him.

"You can't throw this at my feet whenever you are mad about the fact that nobody knows we're dating. You know very well how i feel about that, but it looks like you just can't respect my decision whatsoever", he walks away and finds a water bottle to toss across the room. I sigh loudly and i bite the inside of my cheek to hold back my tears. I know how sensitive this subject is for him and i hate bringing it up, but he can't be like this all the time. Maybe he knows too, but he surely doesn't show it.

"It's been one year. One year and when people see us together, you still tell them we're best friends and we met while you were golfing. It's the lamest thing I've ever heard someone lie about. At least try harder."

"I'm trying to protect you!", Brad raises his voice and i frown, taking steps in his direction, my index finger pointing at his chest.

"You protect nothing, cause people are going to talk anyway. You only make it worse by keeping the truth away from people and you just can't see it, for the love of God. Do you even know how hard it is to have thousands of photos together and not being able to have one as my lockscreen? Or do you even know how hard it is for me to see your lockscreen being a picture of Jack that i have taken? Knowing that I'm behind that damned phone and in reality i do not exist as being yours, yet the worst thing about this is that it's because of you? ", his eyes fall on my cheeks that are soaked in tears. He opens his mouth to talk, but closes it right after. Brad puts a hand on my cheek and i put his hand away. He takes a step back and removes a tear from the corner of his eye, looking throughout the room, as to find a way to walk away from me. I look down at my feet, biting my lip, trying my best not to break down in front of him. Of course he has seen me cry many times because of stress, missing him and also he's seen happy tears from me, but i don't want mercy words from him just to calm me down. I've heard 'in a few weeks, I'll make it official' too many times for this to actually make me happy.

"Five minutes till stage time. I don't know what's wrong with the two of you, but wrap it up and discuss it later", Joe shouts from behind the door. A tear manages to fall unannounced right when Brad came next to me.

"I'm sorry you feel that way about me. I'm also sorry i couldn't give you whatever you were longing for. If us being official is the only reason you want to be with me, i can't have you stay with me for that. I know I'm not perfect, never have i felt like i was perfect. I know I'm not the best at handling relationships, but i know for a fact that i knew how to make you happy and feel fulfilled next to me. I know i gave you the purest form of love I've ever given someone. The most truthful i love you's. You've seen me at my worst and at my best, I've seen you at your worst and at your best. We've been through the most wonderful times together, yet there were horrible times when i never thought you'll still stick by my side. And you did. And look at you now", his voice breaks, my body hurting with every word he says and anticipation of his next lines. "Throwing all of that away because i can't, fuck, i don't even know if i want to, make us official in a world where everything can be destroyed so easily. All this time, i never wanted anyone to take you away from me, because i was so afraid you'd choose someone else because i wasn't good enough for you and I say that because I've been told many times how my girlfriend would look next to x or y. Even close friends of mine talked about you. And guess what, i did tell them about us. Did they ever say anything else about you ever again? No. But every time i spent time with them i replayed in my head their words. And it hurts. It hurts knowing that you could've easily left me for someone better.",his tears stain his cheeks and i put a hand on my stomach, feeling nauseous. I inhale deeply, trying to say something before he does.

"But i would've never considered leaving you for someone else. I love you", my voice cracks

"Brad, 1 minute", Joe shouts and Brad leaves towards the door, drying his cheeks with his hands. I follow him and stop right at the door, when he turns around.

"I don't know why you would feel better if people knew about us. Isn't giving you everything i have enough? Selling our image isn't love for me, but if it is for you, tell people we used to date"

Before he gets out of the door, he kisses my forehead one last time, before getting on the corridor with Joe and the boys. I drop on the couch and let go of all my emotions, crying and feeling my lungs set on fire. A few moments later, Joe comes back to check on me.

"I think i better go", i say, chocking on my own crying. "I'm sorry for your shirt", i point to his black t-shirt, now soaked in foundation and blush.

"You don't have to worry and neither do you have to go. I'm sure you just have to talk this through. You're both short-tempered these days. It's stressful being on tour", he tries to calm me down. We exit the backstage room and i make a quick stop to see the boys performing. I see Brad running around the stage and singing at the top of his lungs, leaving our conversation for later, not to disappoint his fans. I watch the fans clap, jump and scream the lyrics along with them. I smile at the view and i sigh when i realise how wrong i am to choose to be seen as his girlfriend over being treated the absolute best by him. It's true, he has flaws, but i learned to embrace them and i know for a fact that i don't want to let him deal with them alone. Brad is, indeed, a showstopper.

Before i leave outside the venue, Brad catches a glimpse of me and i can see that the mask he's put on for the show is slowly fading away. His sad eyes eye me up and down one last time, before turning back to pleasing the crowd. I look down at my feet and i see Connor giving me a thumbs up, which i reciprocate before finally leaving.

#brad simpson #the vamps #brad simpson imagine #brad simpson smut #brad simpson headcanon #brad simpson angst #brad simpson x reader #brad simpson x y/n

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Sorry, person who sent the Amity ask here. I saw your tweet along with the blog response. Firstly, i didnt mean for my ask to be upsetting so im sorry about that.

Secondly, i kinda wanna clarify that i meant the fandom knows Amity isnt a morally good person not so much a bad character? (although yes her writing is not that great in s2 and arguably in s1 it is 'eh' handled too.)

I think the writers really could have tackled that morality issue and possibly tried to integrate Amity KNOWING her flip was selfish, it could have been an interesting s2 dynamic with Willow.

(but ofc... Hunter, who devours screen time. sorry i hate this guy, he is so pointless in every way. familial abuse? already being done with Amity. Setting up caleb? could have been done in so many other ways that didnt make characters like Gus and Willow have like no real development. showing Belos is evil? Vee is RIGHT THERE as a experimentation victim. and ykno, trying to commit genocide is a pretty big tell of e v i l.)

No need to apologize. It's not your fault and honestly, I could in theory try to hold myself back doing these and not get as emotional. I prefer how I'm doing them now because I think A: it just shows my passion for writing which... you know, it is my job, B: it shows that I'm not just doing this to prove I'm 'better' than The Owl House or any shit and C: that all of this comes from a place of... Well, sympathy to anyone else who is like me. Anyone else who adored the show and could ignore its flaws until it just turned into something so much rougher, meaner and blatantly unplanned. I agree that tackling Amity's flip as having been selfish and only around one person would have been interesting. It also would have meant painting Lumity as a non-universal good thing and that is clearly not something they want to do, despite everything they have Luz do post them getting together. They WANT that title of healthiest couple in media for their little Disney lesbians even if they've lost that possibility long ago. So I don't blame them for not following that specific angle. But I also made my blog last time the way I did because... By the end of season 2, how much do YOU believe she's still a morally gray character? Even if she's still mostly motivated by Luz, this is a character who won't snoop, won't be mean, tries to emulate her version of Luz, which is the sweet version of Luz, when faced with a dilemma, etc. like that. She is a good guy through and through, and especially more so than Luz because she has a problem with someone and she opens up communication, despite that making NO SENSE. Then again, much of Amity's actions post becoming Luz's girlfriend don't make sense in the context to what love, acceptance, etc. like that means with the only explanation for it being that Eclipse Lake was all it took to clear all that trauma and mistreatment because "It's Luz! What was I thinking?" *siiiiiigh* And then S3, from the clips I've seen, push more her being sweet or a complete fucking disaster, continuing something that has been happening since S1 even. After all, "Watch it, nitwit!" is like... the last mean thing Amity has said or done to someone who wasn't framed as deserving it. But she has been a fucking saint ever since then. And as a note, because I call even Amity's character arc bad, this is not a bad place for it to have ended. HOWEVER, the lack of her past self, her past actions, any personal goals or the like... It'd be like if Zuko joined the gang and then immediately was smiles, rainbows and totally not interested in killing his dad because that can wait, I just want to fish! At that point it's just an entirely different character and there are definitely points at which Amity just feels like she must have an entirely different history and personality than the one we knew and were told.

And as for Hunter, I've covered some of my feelings about him when someone asked me if I thought Lunter would have been better for the show *gags* but there's obviously more I could talk about with just a piece dedicated to discussing the character. When the baseline of your character is "Discount other character", you know things are in for a rough time. The fact that he's a discount Amity when I already think so poorly of Amity's handling... OOOOOOH BOY.

#TOH #Amity #Rambles

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I think ppl are sosososoososo soooo silly for getting mad at doja saying she hates her fans lmao

Like.... lol yall have sm time ig 😭😭

Idk like... I have no idea what's up with the drama with her boyfriend or whatever, I don't care enough about celeb drama to look it up or waste my time reading about it but if he's as bad of a guy as everyone says he is, that's definitely rough and her endorsing someone who has done smth hurtful or bad is like a bad thing, but she's an adult woman lmao, she has the brain capacity to make her own decisions. Probably more mindfully and logically than the ppl who don't know them typing on the internet...

That aside,

Ppl that say they hate her cause she called her fans out saying they're cringe, or that she hates them/doesn't love them or whatever or says they're cringe, LOL as a doja fan, I think that's some queen powerful pussy shit, like that's so funny girl😭😭 like idk how ppl are so sensitive to take that so personally, like you're telling me, you walk about your day, ahitting your pants over a GENERAL TWEET doja SENT TO TO GENERAL INTERNET saying her fans are whatever?? You're telling me, you care so much about what this person who has never met you, talked to you, or seen you said about a group of ppl??? That's like me saying I hate Cheswick the 3rd... who is Cheswick the 3rd I don't fucking know he could be somebody out there never met him, what's the impact you might ask?? Absolutely nothing, I'm talking straight outta my asshole. What I'm saying doesn't matter especially in context to cheswick. Idk it's ao wild to me that ppl walk around feeling sad that doja cat doesn't love the people she has never seen and met her, and told her she's ugly, or objectified her or whatever. Like ofc that's a group of ppl only, but I get how it can get to a person. Idk this new edgy style she's going for I think is smth she's doing for herself and smth she wants to show she can break out from what her label which she obviously hated made her make lmao ppl are so simple minded and so binary with their thinking, like im not even gonna label what the reason behind her style change is cause ppl ate complex and maybe if I keep guessing I can get to the ballpark I could get it, but I'll never really get the exact reason lol cause that's smth for her lol. Ik it's like ironic to be like meeeh why are ppl blah blah blah they have sm free time to think about mee mee mee l and I'm literally writing an essay abt it. But Idk I peeped her comments and was just kinda thinking so thought I might as well rant abt it in my diary to myself. Idk I'm not pissed off or being dojas keyboard warrior cause I think she's prolly at fault for whatever bf drama is, but when it comes for being an ass online to fans, is it proffessional?? No. Do I care??? Not really it's kinda funny. Do I think she's doing this to lose fans purposefully cause she's over being a celebrity and is still under signature??? Probably. Is she doing it for press??? Yk what they say all press is good press I guess. Was that bars I just spit??? Absolutely yes. Anyways to my main point ppl are so parasocial sit ur ass down, she never lived ur ass uhhhhhh she's not going insane prolly yall sound like mothers being like what hapoened to my sweet beautiful smiling girl 😭😭 when your daughters turns emo uhm, just like idk stop being cringe its her life you dont know what's best for her lmao you don't even know her.

Anyways... deuces

Also ps (edit)

In the song I literally linked there's a FUCKING LINE IN THE SONG THAT SAYS

Quote-> "fans ain't dumb, but extremists are"

Lol stew on that a little yall then rethink yourself

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i think if i could replace a part of what i want/ need with content consumption i would man. to have a crush or feel in love is just agony and pure raw dogging of emotions man. cant believe the hold she has on my emotions, where she is in terms of my priority wrt where i stand for her. all i do is talk about her or think about her and think you know this message is good or yk i can get her this or idk lol. cant watch a fucking movie cause all i was doing during the course of that movie was think about why did she not think harder about her masters, like she could have genuinely done one at germany or something and yk i could have joined her in europe or something but she is just running on pure vibes.

neither do i think she understands the affect she has on my emotions. that talk after i crawled back to her after saying gn to g was such a favorite and beautiful moment for me, my heart was so :3 and everything when she was like maybe i did think of you romantically and everything and like when today she sent me a voice note out of the blue i was smiling like an idiot in front of another dude irl lol. i was just so happy and somehow in my stupid head that was a sign of something yk, that she trusts me with something and wants to send me vn and get one back from me and so on. on the other hand it was honestly just heart breaking when she was telling me in december how she is going on date with different dudes and making out with her ex, wink wink theatre eh. heartbreaking when i saw her tweet in jan about ex, heartbreaking when she admitted to me that she still likes her ex at times, heartbreaking when she was like she was on video call with her ex on her graduation prom, heartbreaking when i saw those songs on her loop list.

it just sucks so much that she is not the wrong person at any point here lol. i just get delusioned everyday with every other message of hers, think yk maybe she wants me when she has never really flirted with me et al. everyday i wake up thinking about her and what i can talk to her about and what reel i might have bookmarked is a perfect fit or anything and idk if she cares really. i get delusioned and then get hurt because she did not live upto what she never promised me lol, ive just been stuck in this loop for so long. that tweet of hers about homoerotic friendship with woman is just me with her, she is making out with some guy and telling me all about it and god i dont know. i had ig somewhere in my heart thought we would go out yk, maybe she will enjoy it, maybe i will see things moving in the right direction. that is not really the case honestly.

i just keep thinking yk wouldnt it be nice to be loved by her. holding hands with her, being intimate with her. i keep thinking about the hug she gave and how warm i felt at that moment lol people around me have gotten in relationships and made out with multiple women lol i can say whatever i want to say but that is obviously something in my head. another thing that does suck is that dating to a relationship rate isnt particularly high, so many factors in that and most probably if there was a romantic thing that would wither out asap and it makes no sense to be stuck on a gurl like that lol. just keep on thinking about a hug lol when she is so much into her ex lol. wdym sometimes i ignore his drunk calls and texts if im busy, i thought your notifications were off man. i just wish after a long day lol, where im just drained out completely and dont wish to talk i could sit by her and just hug or cuddle her or just lay in her lap like the kafka quote. i bet that would feel wonderful. might get greedy and kiss her a bit eh. i dont know man. i wish it was different.

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Things I Love

I love being waken up by the sound of the rain especially when i know that the next day's an academic-free day. I love sleeping without worrying about anything. I love Taylor Swift, her songs, her wit, her wisdom, and the way she handles everything especially the things that mean so much to her. (you found a swiftie over here!!) I love yellow, pastel colors, black, white, gold, sky blue, but above all PASTEL YELLOW!! I love when people laugh at my corny jokes even though most of the times they are desperate attempts. I love when people appreciate what I give to them. I love when people remember the tiniest detail about myself that I said or they noticed that I, myself, didn't know and forgot about. I love books. I love being alone most of the time. I love when I get a high grade on a subject that I work so hard on. I love the feeling of slowly connecting to new people and realizing they are turning into friends. I love laying on bed all day. I love the rare glimmer of hope and motivation that I feel when I am starting to doubt myself. I love it when my family stays in the living room together and just jokes and talks about silly things. I love hearing my parents' laughter. I love seeing them smile. I love knowing that they are healthy. I love it when my family is proud of me. I love chocolates especially when I am reviewing for exams. I love it when my friends and I spend time together and jam to our favorite songs. I love it when someone opens up to me about a personal problem that they don't tell anyone about except me. I love it when my friends randomly message me just to know how I'm doing without the intention of asking for my help or doing them favors. I love writing poetries. I love it when words rhyme and phrases make sense knowing that all of them are a product of my heart and mind. I love people telling me that I am a good writer even though I don't really feel like one. I love it when my classmates and friends believe in me as a leader. I love academic compliments especially by teachers (i consider it as my own personal validation. sucks, i know) I love it when people like my tweets!! I love having and collecting journals and little notebooks even though sometimes I don't write anything on them. I love discovering and watching a Netflix series that makes me want to binge watch it. I love achieving things I never thought I can achieve. I love writing (in general). I love it when my friends greet me at 12 am on my birthday constantly. I love reading and seeing their birthday greetings and birthday instagram stories and posts dedicated to me. I love it when my friends understand my ghosting phases. I love mango juice or shake or ice cream. I love ripe mangoes. I love it when people listen to the songs I sent them. I love knowing that they think of me when they listen to a song that reminds them of me. I love the few moments when my friends and I talk about the things that I am excited and happy about. I love taking pictures of the sky and the moon. I love it when I get a good picture of me which is really rare because I don't have many good angles. I love staying under the stars with just music and my closest friends. I love talking about life deeply. I love the feeling of freedom.

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harlowsbby · 2 years

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Petty too

Part 1

Liked by normani, nickiminaj, urbanwyatt, megantheestallion, theshaderoom and 2,709,604 others.

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“I can’t believe you posted that you know his new girl is going to be off her shit.” Your friend Mariah told you as she went and liked and reposted your latest Instagram post.

You scoffed and rolled your eyes truly not caring what she had to think or Jack.

“I don’t really care Mariah I broke up with his ass it wasn’t the other way around and besides I don’t see why he would care he’s so happy with her or that’s what he claims to tell Druski.”

Jack and you had broken up back in December of 2021 due to his busy schedule and your busy schedule as well. The two of you barley had any time for each other anymore so you broke it off.

According to Druski he told you that Jack had a new girl and of course you being you went hunting and found her Instagram page and a few fans of yours tweeted @ you the other day saying how his new girl Nina was throwing shade and talking mess about you and sure enough she was.

There was screenshots of tweets of her dissing you and saying how Jack was so much happier and in a healthier mindset because of her. Which got your blood boiling because you were always there for Jack and always making sure he was okay mentally and physically if you know what I mean.

One of the main disses that caught your eye was the fact that she said your body is similar to a botched up bratz doll and you honestly weren’t having it which leaded into your recent Instagram post that sent your fans and Twitter into a spiral.

“Do you honestly ever miss Jack? And be honest you know you can’t lie to me.” Mariah said making you sit up and think about it cocking your head to the side you truly thought back to your relationship about Jack. He was everything and more he truly was one of a kind but somethings just don’t work out you supposed.

“I do miss him at times, but he was always so busy and so was I and I mean if we’re meant to be I know God will bring him back to me.” You told Mariah she nodded understanding your situation you sighed tossing your phone on the bed not in the mood to read or be bothered by anything else Nina had to say.

“Enough of this sad girl shit let’s go out tonight Druski is having one of his many streams tonight where he does those weird ass blind dating games let’s go shall we?’ You asked Mariah as you stook your hand out she laughed grabbing it as the two of you skipped over to your car. You were ready to let go and turn up tonight.

“I know that isn’t my twin flame pulling up in that 2022 Rolls-Royce Culliannnn okay big money I see you twin.” You heard Druski yell from the front of the house making you roll your eyes but deep your horn a sign that you were saying hi and agreeing with him. Once at the front of the door Druski pulled Mariah and You into him for a hug before pulling away.

“Also, just a heads up Jack and his malibu barbie for a girl are inside on the stairs.” Druski said. You sighed and smacked your lips resting your hands on your hips and glaring at Druski.

“What are they doing here? If they were going to be here I would’ve and could’ve stayed home Druski.” You told him before pushing past him andd going inside his house with Druski hot on your heel.

“To be fair I missed the two of you together and his malibu barbie she needs to go. She’s been complaining the entire time she’s been here, and she eats that raw ass sushi shit.” Druski told you as he pretended to gag before taking a drink of his cup of Hennessey you rolled your eyes before heading in you hugged a few of your friends and was all smiles well till you saw Jack.

“Y/N?” Jack smiles when he sees you. You mentally sighed before forcing a smile on your face.

“The one and only.” You smirked once noticing his little girlfriend was sat next to him on the stairs.

“What are you doing here? I thought you were going to be too busy with all of your interviews for your upcoming album.” He asked as he stood up now leaning over the railing of the stairs.

“Oh, I am but I’m doing a few radio shows in Atlanta, and I needed a little break so here I am.” You said sarcastically luckily, he didn’t catch the sarcasm dripping from your voice like venom.

“Oh well this is Nina she’s my girl and Nina this is Y-.” Before Jack finished his sentence you cut him off and smirked at Nina who acted like she couldn’t face you.

“Oh I know exactly who she is and she somehow does not know me but has a lot to say about me isn’t that right Nina.” You told her, Mariah chuckled truly seeing and loving how scary Nina was acting now like she wasn’t just running her mouth all over twitter.

“What are you talking about Y/N?” Jack said he looked between Nina and You before you waved him off.

“Oh, I’m pretty sure you’ll hear of everything that happened on TheShadeRoom later because it’s trending all over twitter. But if you excuse me, I got a party to enjoy.” With that you walked away what you didn’t see was Jack’s regretful eyes.

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straighttohellbuddy · 3 years

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don't threaten me with a good time {Dream}

Request: if you’re still taking requests- cc!dream and reader who is part of the dream team being the typical will they/won’t they couple

Summary: Y/N sends Dream their address mostly as a joke, and it's all uphill from there.

A/N: 5653 words. WHY IS THIS 5.6k?! WHY AM I LIKE THIS. seriously though im kind of really in love with this fic. im sorry there's not thaaaat much of the dream team but this is set after sap and dream move in together. also i was listening to the FOB song of the same title for a lot of this, but i think Cake By The Ocean fits the fic better??

Warnings: many many suggestive jokes but it's sfw, almost painfully fluffy at the end

{ Idiots-To-Lovers 'verse } | { 1 / 4 }

"Fuck you," Dream muttered, which wasn't uncommon despite the fact that you considered him one of your closest friends. Years long friendships, knowing how to push one-another's buttons, it tended to illicit that kind of response. Your particular brand of friendship with Dream, however, meant it was not uncommon for your response to be along the lines of -

"You wish," you were grinning from ear to ear, gaze flitting around the screen looking to see if there were any more mobs advancing on you, or if you were finally in the clear.

"And so what if I did?" He retorts, voice sliding from irate to challenging, something familiar and teasing about his tone, his energy, that you knew you could match with ease.

"Alright bet," since your character seemed to be safe for the moment, you slouched back in your seat, lazy smirk on your face as you picked up your phone.

"Wait, what?" He half-laughed, a little confused at your response, before you heard his phone go off with a text notification, and you waited for a beat before he started to laugh his ass off.

"I said, alright bet; come romance me, green boy," you snorted, leaning back in to your computer, glancing at chat for a moment, before Dream's shouted through the VC;

"Did you just send me your fucking address over a bit?!"

"Well I didn't think you were fantasizing about sticking your dick in my PO box," you said blithely, which, after a moment to process what you'd just said, the comment seemed to break Dream. It sounded like he'd left his desk, laugh faint and echoing.

"Fuck you, Y/N," he came back with, and though the sound of his smile in his voice warmed your heart, you couldn't help yourself.

"You have my address," tone coy, you heard him mutter something indistinctly, but didn't push the bit any further, instead attempting to gather together what you'd need to make several beds and start strip-mining the Nether for Netherite.

You don't expect much to come of it; the address was sent on a whim but you did actually trust Dream. Well, you trusted him not to give out your address, or use it for evil, though it still comes as a shock the next day when the buzzer by your door goes off, and when you ask who it is, an unfamiliar voice identifies themselves as being from a flower delivery company.

[you motherfucker] You text him, alongside a photo of the elaborate bouquet of roses you bring up to your apartment.

[consider yourself romanced 💖🖕] Is his response, but all you can read into is your move.

When you tweet a photo of the flowers, you caption it 'a simp found my address. should i move or wait for more things to show up?' to which Dream, with all the subtlety of a blimp, responds 'you're gonna die waiting'. Ass. It does makes you laugh, though.

But it comes up again, several days later you're doing an alt stream, taking uquizes people are recommending on your Discord, when someone asks about the flowers in your background, right as someone else is asking if Dream ever actually showed up at your apartment.

"The flowers are actually from Dream, I tweeted about them a few days ago but I don't think I actually made that clear," your tone fond as you gaze over your shoulder at the flowers, you take a moment to let that fondness flourish in your chest; he didn't need to do anything, and yeah, maybe it was for a bit, but he still didn't have to send them at all. Clearing your throat, you turn back to your camera, "because he's too chickenshit to show up himself." You grin sharply, unable to stop yourself from teasing him, even when he wasn't here to defend himself. Or so you thought.

Your phone goes off.

"Are you watching my stream?" Is how you answer the phone, met with an indignant Dream -

"I'm too chickenshit to show up? You're the one who said you wanted to be romanced; I didn't think showing up to your house was romantic I thought it was fuckin' creepy, excuse me for being a gentleman!" Then, after a moment with no response from you, he adds, "stop laughing, Y/N, I'm protecting my own honour here," but he was clearly smiling, holding back laughter of his own.

"Dude, you wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid," you wheeze, to which he hung up.

Then, a minute later, a donation of a hundred dollars from the man himself 'And what if I did just show up? What then? Hypocrite❤️'-

"Thanks for the donation, Dream, why don't you show up then, in the pouring fuckin' rain, put your money where your mouth is," you smirk, ignoring his follow-up dono of 'you wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid and underline the second you!'. You roll your eyes instead, favouring other messages.

So imagine your shock when after forty minutes of radio silence, you get another dono from him reading 'FBI open up' as the buzzer on your door goes off.

Your chat is on another fucking level of crazy as they immediately put two and two together, and suddenly you can hear your heartbeat in your ears as you look at your door.

"Shut the fuck up," you breathe, mostly to yourself; you'd tried to call his bluff, but he seemed to have turned the table on you, calling yours. You leave your mic on, mostly because this has great content potential, and you leave the frame to press the little microphone button that leads to the door of your building.

"If you're minecraft speedrunner DreamWasTaken, I'm going to throw rocks at you," is what you decide on, and there's a moment of silence before his incredibly familiar voice buzzes back up.

"So in answer to the question 'what would you do if I did show up' the answer is, you'd throw rocks at me? Not gonna lie, less hot than what you'd been implying," and then, after a beat, he laughs, "I can hear myself through your stream, that intercom is so loud."

You buzz him in.

You go back to your computer, only to see your viewers have increased significantly, and everyone is begging to know what's happening. You just sit, as if deflated, in your chair, awaiting your comeuppance to knock at your door.

The first and most obvious thing about Dream when you open your door to him, is that he's fucking soaking wet.

"Why are you moist?!" You demand, ushering him inside.

"I ran here!" He's grinning from ear to ear, "consider yourself romanced!" And the elation in his voice is enough to quell your nerves, and you look him over for a moment, see his phone in his hand still with your stream open, with an earphone in one ear, and you sigh gently, smiling.

"You live within running distance?" You asked, an eyebrow raised as you head to your bathroom. The stream catches you opening the door to the bathroom behind you, but Dream stays where he is, out of shot, for good reason.

"Actually yeah," his tone drops to something far more conversational, and when you come back, towels in hand, you see him looking around your apartment. You hand him the stack of towels and head back to your set-up, muting your microphone and putting up your 'We'll Be Right Back' screen for the time being.

As soon as you were no longer being watched by over a hundred, thousand viewers, you dropped your irate act, beaming at Dream.

"I cannot begin to believe you, dude!" You found yourself laughing, "oh man, you win this round, okay, you definitely win this round."

"I fucking knew it! Calling me chickenshit, you little hypocrite!"

"I didn't think you'd actually come over!" You exclaimed, eyes wide and amused, watching as he dried himself off as best he could, "dude, you're soaked, you could have caught a cab."

"As if, this is so much more dramatic."

"You'll catch your death like that," you gave a longsuffering sigh, already heading to your drawers.

"I can't believe you thought I wouldn't follow through," he clicked his tongue.

"Sorry for underestimating you," your conceded, rummaging around your pyjamas, looking for - a-ha! "A friend of mine left these after couch surfing here, they should fit you," you offer, and Dream, who'd been focusing on trying to wring out his jeans with little success, seems surprised by the kind offer, looking to the clothes in your hands.

"Are they pyjamas?"

"They're all I really have that would be comfy for you," you said, a little helplessly, he carefully reaches out and takes them.

"They've got ducks on them," he says quietly, almost to himself, marvelling at them, and you hesitate before adding -

"And I've got... my Sapnap hoodie came out of the dryer this morning, actually, I bought it a few sizes too big, it's pretty cozy," you offered, and at that his expression turned fondly amused.

"That's adorable -"

"Shut up," you mumbled, "you want the hoodie or not?"

"I didn't think I'd be staying," he admitted, "I just kinda showed up to make you eat your words, I can go -"

"You ran all this way, let me wrap up my stream, and stay for dinner, I was thinking of making myself stir-fry but I've got enough for two."

"You sure?" He asks, tentatively, and you finally look to him; it hits you in this moment that you've never even seen a proper photo of him, and yet you'd known immediately who he was. This feels... inevitable.

"Yeah, absolutely," you grinned, ducking your gaze, "I'll throw your clothes in the dryer too, if you wanted to get changed that is, you don't have to -"

"I feel like I'm wearing a fucking mop; I'm gonna get changed," he says with a grin, heading through to your bathroom when you gesture to it. Stopping at the door, however, he gives you a genuine, fond smile, "thank you."

"I'm gonna do a bit where I call Sapnap and ask him to pick you up," you tell him bluntly in return. He snorts a laugh, and closes the bathroom door behind himself. "Give a knock when you're done and I'll cut the camera for you."

"I appreciate that," he calls back.

You go back to your idle stream, only to see your viewers had doubled, and when you pick up your phone, the first thing you see if several messages from friends telling you you're trending on Twitter. You turn on your camera and mic again, and open your phone.

"Ah hello, was wondering when I'd be getting a call from you," when Sapnap picks up, he sounds all kinds of smug.

"Can you come collect your man from my home?" You asked flatly, to which he was already cackling with laughter.

"He actually ran, didn't he? He fucking ran there, is he still there?" He asked, sounding absolutely delighted by the whole ordeal, "it's your fault for giving him your address in the first place."

"I didn't think he'd actually show up!"

"As if you wouldn't show up to our house out of spite if he gave you our address," Sapnap pointed out, which shut you up fast, "you both wanna fuck each other so bad it makes you both look stupid," he cackles before hanging up.

You sit, pretending to sulking in the silence, just quietly reading your chat, while dwelling on the fact that fucking Dream is now in your apartment. The man you'd both been aggressively, albeit mostly jokingly, pursuing, and been pursued by online, publicly, for over a year. The shock of his arrival was finally wearing off, but your nerves were alight for all new reasons; you try and push those thoughts out of your mind as Dream knocks gently on the bathroom door.

The blurry photo you take of your floor, with Dream's knee in the corner, wearing your friend's duck pyjamas gets several hundred thousand likes, and the stream itself is your most popular by a longshot.

It went on longer than you intended, as Dream sat on your bed, half watching your stream on his phone when he couldn't read your monitor properly from where he was, and you gently bullied him into taking a few quizzes himself, with you clicking the options for him. Despite the unexpectedness of the situation, it's one of the best nights you've had in a long time, and you're rather sad to see him go, waving goodbye as he climbs in the taxi after dinner, wearing his now-dry clothes.

#Y/NWasTakenMeetup trends. Most of the fandom appears to be under the impression that you've made good on your constant threat-slash-flirting, and those who think you're dating were seemingly in a heated war with those who think he's dating George. You tweet 'don't it always seem to go that you don't know what you've got 'til it's gone' which appears to confuse everyone in the replies, apart from a few who get your reference to the song. Dream replies with 'love watching you get ratioed vaguing about how i went home in a taxi. you could have just asked me to stay'.

[you're a fucking menace. at least you got the song reference] you texted him.

[i googled it you hipster] Is his only response.

And things, on the surface at least, return to normal after that, your chatter seeming just as teasing and flirty as it's ever been. But there's something new to the interactions, a new... familiarity. You've seen his face. He's been in your house. You've actually had dinner together. You've heard his laugh in person.

It's not that you were particularly subtle before, but one late afternoon while hanging out on the server with George, after you make a particularly forward joke, Dream very pointedly reminds you -

"Last time I was in your bed, you didn't even do anything about it, so, how'd you put it, put your money where your mouth is?" God you can tell he's smirking, but you're not one to back down.

"You're the one with my address; you wanna run all the way over here again?" You retort, smile sharp, only for you to hear Dream, in an echo-y way, like he's no longer at his computer, holler for Sapnap, and your whole body freezes. George is the only one who's actually live right now, cackling with laughter.

"I cannot believe he ran to your house in the rain," George is grinning as he's mining peacefully.

"The only reason he hasn't run to you is because he's physically unable to run across the ocean," you point out, and George gives a fond chuckle, conceding that you were right about that; if he ever figured out how, both you and George were sure there was nothing that could stop him then.

Some noises come from Dream's end of the call, some scuffling, of typing, then your phone goes off, right as he says, obviously close to his mic -

"Money. Where. Your. Mouth. Is." He demanded.

You look over the address, before plugging it into your maps app.

"That's an hour walk and you ran here in the rain!? It would've taken you ten minutes to drive!" You hollered back.

"You're the one who said, and I quote, romance me, green boy, and so I ran through the rain because it's fucking romantic!"

"I'm not running to your house!"

"I never asked to be romanced! You're the one with the high standards!"

"You assholes are as bad as each other," George snorts, but you're already shoving your phone in your pocket, leaving your mic on as you rummage and grumble around your little flat, looking for a jacket and your keys.

"Fuck you, Dream," is the final thing you say. You do, however, he's his teasing response before you're logging off and leaving. He's parroting your words back at you, smug ass.

"You have my address."

Sometimes you wish you weren't so motivated by spite, but you do end up walking to Dream's house out of spite, only stopping at a florist when you're almost there, picking up a cheap, but pretty bouquet.

When you hit the intercom, you hear Sapnap asking tentatively who it is. You tell him your name, and he sounds ten times more exasperated when he tells you he hates you; he's of course joking, and lets you into the building. He also happens to be the one who opens the door when you knock, and at the sight of you holding a bunch of flowers, he tells you he really hates both you and Dream, and closes the door on you.

You knock again.

"Clay get the door," you hear Sapnap call, and Dream's beaming from ear to ear the moment he opens it, and sees your exasperated face and bouquet of flowers.

"Please let me get a photo of this," he basically begs, holding back his laughter, and you obligingly wait in his doorway for him to take the photo before he lets you inside. He shows it to you - you look a little abashed, flowers half covering your face - and you give a faint smile, spiteful determination already wearing off, fading to something warm, glad to see him.

"Wait, no that's not -" you hear George all tinny through Dream's headphones as you follow him to his office space after Dream takes the flowers from you and puts them in a jar with some water.

"I got flowers, George," Dream sounds so genuinely delighted, voice all pleased and soft, that you turn away for a moment to hide your smile, if only from him. Making him happy like this effected you so much more than you wanted to let on, only for him to go on to say, "I'm being romanced." And though there's a half-teasing edge to his words, you can feel your heartbeat quickening in your chest. Why had you come here again? Just for a joke? A joke about sleeping together?

But nothing ends up happening. Again. All the build-up with no follow through because you don't actually talk like that without the safety of the computers between you. He's still so easy to be around, to joke and talk with, you don't feel as if you've got all the flirting, all the coy suggestions you'd both made about what would happen when you met up, hanging over your heads; it was all a joke anyways, you told yourself, it was all a bit for entertainment purposes. You guys shoot the shit, and he makes you dinner, repays the favour you so kindly had done for him, and you have dinner with him and Sapnap, who, after the shock of seeing you at the door with flowers, shakes his head and points out that you'd only had their address for less than an hour before you'd showed up. But he lets it slide, and has dinner with you both.

You watch a movie with a name you're already forgetting, and Dream's only half paying attention, mostly on his phone, while yours ends up vibrating with a notification. He's trying desperately to look innocent, like he hasn't just tagged you in something.

Its the photo of you in the doorway captioned 'i'm not running to your house they said. i'm not gonna romance you they said.' so of course you had to respond with a blurry image of the TV in front of you, of the movie you're only vaguely invested in, replying with it, along with the caption 'tryna netflix and chill but honestly more invested in whatever this is u gotta step up your game buddy' and a few moments after you post it, you see him grin out of the corner of your eye, and he huffs a quiet laugh. Sapnap asks if anything's going on, and you show him your screen instead of answering, smiling, altogether too amused with yourself.

"Your poor fans," he snorts, "you're as bad as each other," and then he proceeds to pull out his own phone.

'i'm literally on the sofa next to you both while you giggle like children at twitter instead of watching the movie please stfu'

And he wears a pleased little grin of his own at the way both you and Dream crow with laughter once you see his response.

And when the movie's over, when you know you should be going, when you've nervous that you're overstaying your welcome, you can't help but hesitate. You don't want to stay... but also you kind of really want to anyways. Maybe you're just cursing that you walked here, and now it's too late to walk back, and you're gonna have to call a taxi or an Uber, or maybe it's just that you can't help but enjoy their company and you don't want to go back to your empty little apartment, but your thumb stalls over your phone for a moment before you book an Uber. It's the right call, you know, and you just hope Dream hadn't seen your hesitation, hadn't read anything into it.

"You ever wanna hang out again, grab dinner or just chill, well, you know, the seal's broken, you know where I live," he's sitting with you on the steps of the building while you wait for your ride. It's cold, but you're shoulder to shoulder, both with your knees drawn up close to yourselves, attempting to preserve heat, and he's so fucking warm.

"Same goes for you," you tell him sincerely, and he gives an appreciative hum, leaning against you as a moment of affection.

Maybe you should leave Twitter, you think, when you get home to see that once again #Y/NWasTaken is trending. Maybe you should stop feeding the fans lies when nothing's even happened beyond any sort of casual contact.

But then he's asking if you're free for lunch, because he's bored and wants company on a Tuesday afternoon. And you say yes.

But then it's a Saturday night and you have no plans and he's five minutes into a stream and you ask if you can come and lay on his floor for company because the highlights video you've been trying to edit is giving you a headache. And he says yes.

But then it keeps happening, every other week you guys seem to physically be in each other's streams or videos, and you hang out when you're not working, and your phone connects to his wifi automatically, and you fall asleep on his shoulder while he's working on some coding, trying to explain it when he's not getting lost in it. And you wake up tucked into his damn bed, only to stumble out apologetically seeing him still awake, looking at his phone with bleary eyes.

"Did you get any sleep?" You asked, voice rough but full of concern.

"No, I've been- I'm alright, I'm fine, you sleep alright?" He asks, attempting to rub the tiredness from his eyes; it doesn't work. You nod, something warm and fond overruling your concern for him as you give a genuine thanks. His laugh is rough as he tells you not to worry about it.

"Go to sleep, dude," you urge, pulling out your phone to order yourself a ride home.

"No, I'll- I'll-" he yawns loudly, "I'll see you off, don't want you to get stabbed or anything."

"I'm not going to get stabbed," you try and assure him as he's getting to his feet.

"Don't argue with me," he shoots for stern and misses, thanks to another yawn, but you keep your mouth closed anyways, obliging him.

You sit on the steps of his building together, as you always did, like tradition, but this time is more quiet than most. You're watching your ride get closer on the app, and he's leaning against you, head on your shoulder, scrolling through Twitter, though his hand goes still, and his phone screen dims, and he really needs to go to bed if he's falling asleep on you too.

"My ride's here," you say gently as it pulls up, and he makes a noise of acknowledgement as you get up, helping him to his feet. When he hugs you goodbye, it's different to usual, and you can't place exactly why until you hear his gentle, sleepy sigh; warm and full of unguarded affection, he holds you close, and you let yourself melt into this moment.

"Text me when you get home safe," his words blur together a little, and he presses a kiss to your temple, before he's pushing you softly to the Uber. He doesn't even seem aware of how he's broken the script of your goodbyes with one single moment. He waves you off with a blithe smile and you wave back, trying to figure out how to process this all, gently touching at your own temple for a moment.

Oh.

Everything changes and nothing changes after that. You were so uncertain if it was a fluke, a sleepy mistake or just platonic affection on his part, but it had lead you to a realise you couldn't come back from. Now you're nervous that all the tweets about how you and Dream are actually in love are seeing through the jokes and banter and bits to what you may have been projecting. Fuck.

But you're not gonna let it change your relationship with Dream, not until you know more, not until you know if he is just outright joking, because either way he's still your best friend.

So of course, when he Tweets a photo of Patches in his lap to promote his merch, you reply with 'never have i wanted to be a cat so badly in my life 😻😻'. It takes almost five minutes for a response.

'I saw your pokemon streams i know u own cat ears. 💵👄' and you hear his voice in your head - if you're gonna thirst tweet, you better be ready to put your money where your mouth is.

[bet. thats fucking funny as dude] you text him moments later, hunting through your drawers for the cheap ears you'd bought mostly as a joke.

You're in an Uber on the way to his apartment when your phone goes off again. Dream's tweeted again, but he wasn't the one who @'ed you.

'@Corpse_Husband ever think about doing a more gender neutral version of Cat Girls Are Ruining My Life?....... asking for no reason in particular' to which Corpse had simply responded with '@Y/N this your man??'

Everyone knows. Everyone knows. Fucking everyone can tell.

Oh this may have been a mistake.

But you play along, like always, putting on the ears and taking a selfie in the back seat of the Uber, telling Corpse that he could use that as the cover for the song. Within seconds your replies are flooded with confusion and thirst and people losing their minds.

Sapnap opens the door for you, and tells you Dream's in his room, but as you go to pass him, he grabs your wrist gently, stopping you in your tracks.

There's a pause, a hesitation. He's looking at you, analysing you for a moment, as if formulating how he's going to phrase whatever he's going to phrase -

"I wouldn't say anything," he starts, voice soft enough to ensure he wasn't overheard by Dream, which already has your nerves spiking, "but George kindly pointed out to me that you may be as dense as Clay is about this -" oh fuck, oh no, what - "you know he's in love with you too, right?"

"Too?!" Your eyes, go wide, and you immediately drop your volume, trying to limit your reaction, though it's certainly difficult. Poor Sapnap looks like he's quickly forming a headache, "you know I -? Fuck, of course you know- wait-" you mutter, freeing yourself from his grip to nervously fidget, before getting back to the part of that sentence you should have properly been focusing on.

"He what?!" You hissed. Sapnap screws his whole face up like he's bitten a lemon.

"I'm not playing match maker, you're adults," he nudges you towards Dream's bedroom, "and I say this with love of my own for both of you: you're both so fucking stupid sometimes." And so with those words of encouragement out of the way, he's absconding to his own room to avoid further questions.

The few steps to Dream's bedroom feel like a haze, feel like a lifetime.

"You really wore the ears, you're adorable, you know that?" Genuine, warm, you can hear the way he's smiling rather than see it, sunlight silhouetting him where he's sitting on his bed in this golden afternoon, this golden moment. You want to freeze this moment, this single, perfect moment before you're about to make a fool of yourself.

You step inside and close the door, leaning against it.

"You okay?" He cares. Oh God, Sapnap's right and you can hear it in his voice.

"Can we... can we talk about the stuff we don't talk about face to face?" You hear yourself say, and he shifts out of the light; you can see the concern on his face.

"We don't talk about a lot of stuff, you have to be more specific; is this like, general, like something terrible's gone on in the world, or is this, like... like us?" Brow furrowed, he's still looking at you, still watching you. Your heart is in your throat.

"Half the time we're online together we're joking about- about- about- about hooking up," you're trying to keep your nerve to get through this, looking out the window rather than at him, "and I'm so unbelievably cool if they're just jokes, dude, you're probably my best friend and I don't want to jeopardise that, so I'm kind of glad nothing has come of it yet, and we don't really talk about it... but also," you swallow hard, and he gives you your moment, "if they're not just jokes, that's also unbelievably cool."

"Oh!"

"And- and Sapnap was saying some stuff just now, mostly because he thinks we're kind of dense - and depending on how this goes he might be right about this -" you add, finally, finally looking at Dream and his hesitant, but pleasantly surprised expression, "and I think if I don't tell you now that I'm kind of in love with you I might never get the nerve to do it again."

It takes a moment for him to process all of that. Then a second, then a third, then a slow smile stretches out over his face.

"You love me?" He asks, gently. There's no reservation, there's only delight.

"I love you," you tell him, firmer this time. Pushing yourself up from the door, adding, "more than kind of; kind of a lot, if that's okay. I love you kind of a lot."

"Kind of a lot is great," he tells you. His smile keeps getting wider with each word you say, "kind of a lot is so fucking great!" And he stands, elated, crossing the room to you, to wrap you up in his arms; it's like a great weight has been lifted from your heart as you meet him for a kiss. It's enthusiastic and feels inevitable in a way that has you lighting up from the inside out with warmth -

"I love you too, kind of a lot," he grins, pulling back for a moment to clarify, "if that wasn't obvious. I thought I was being obvious, so I'm sorry that I wasn't, I don't know, more obvious? I didn't want to make you uncomfortable and push it if you'd already read what I was trying to-" he isn't mad when you interrupt him since it means your mouth on his.

Later on, the two of you attempt to cram onto the sofa to recreate his earlier photo with Patches, and the minute you post it, alongside the original image for context the likes begin to skyrocket into the hundreds of thousands.

'i apologise for ever doubting the power of manifesting what you want' you caption the images, tagging Dream in it. You're both still on the sofa, though you've moved to a far more comfortable position, and he's pulled the crocheted green blanket to cover you too. A few moments later, the replies from your friends are coming in. Corpse says this should be the song cover. Sapnap, however, tags George, and simply says that he's sorry for saying anything. No-one else gets it, not yet, though you're sure it won't be long until this whole messy situation finally gets explained, becomes public news. You like the Tweet, and Dream snorts a laugh beside you.

"We are kind of dense," you said softly, "I'm glad he said something."

"If it means I get this, I'll forgive him for being a snitch," Dream gives you a squeeze, and you give a content little sigh, pressing against him further for just a moment.

"I think I've properly had feelings for you... ever since you ran to my house in the rain," you admitted.

"Because it's romantic- wait, that's like-"

"A long time," you sighed sheepishly, "yeah; I didn't really fully realise though -"

"No, no, that's a long time, yeah, but," and he's struggling not to laugh, and doing very poorly, "I realised I might actually love you the day you showed up at my door with flowers after only having had my address for an hour."

"God we joked about it so much but we genuinely romanced each other," you mused with something both horrified and awed, right before bursting out into laughter, "oh I kind of already hate us, that's sickeningly cute, what the fuck?"

And as you wriggle awkwardly to face him on the sofa, he's regarding you with fond adoration.

"I love us, we might be the worst," he concedes.

And you hum with delighted agreement as you kiss him again.

{sequel: its a hell of a feeling though}

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