#one piece x my childhood cartoons

[cupidjyu]

the sweetener you are

hyunjae x reader (idea from the anon who requested childhood friends to lovers!)

summary: when a mysterious man moves into the apartment next door, you realize that he’s your childhood best friend who’s disappeared for years. he changed, his life seeming to have soured. but you could just be his sweetener, the one to make him smile again

genre: best friends to lovers, and boy-next-door sorta thing, hurt/comfort for him because he deserves the world, nightmares, healing, one bed trope, youre forced to move in with him hahaha am i evil, back hugs, he acts "drunk" when tired (dont ask why, it was just an excuse to write him being clingy), hes flirty ish and teasing, hes shirtless for like one second (BECAUSE.), sleepy love confessions, kissing, is there tension? i can't tell myself, “sweetheart” good god notes: school started so expect much much less after this... so see you in a bit 🥲🥲but hope u enjoy!!! this is literally just yumi who needs to stop writing long interpretations of their love for hyunjae in the form of fics + song inspo! word count: 12.7k

You coughed. You choked. And then you glared straight at Younghoon who was staring back in complete alarm. Setting the unfinished glass down on the counter with a loud clink, you clenched your jaw with unspoken curse words that threatened to escape your lips.

“This tastes like dirt,” You garbled out. Rushing over to one of your cupboards, you pulled out one of those small sugar packets that you liked to swipe from those cute coffee shops. If it was free, why not take a few? Ripping the paper open, you poured it into the drink that didn’t even look like it belonged on this planet. It was both… green and yellowish-blue at the same time.

Younghoon gasped, slapping a hand over his mouth dramatically. “That’s not healthy!”

“But it tastes so bad,” You whined. “It needs a sweetener.”

He glared, dragging his hand all the way down his jaw in an unattractive way. “It’s an herbal drink. It’s meant to taste bad. Think of all the health benefits you could’ve gotten out of that without the sugar.”

“You made this?” You scrunched up your face in disgust.

“No, I–” He laughed nervously. “My mom did. I promised her I would finish it.”

You narrowed your eyes. “And you couldn’t because it tasted so bad. So you’re making me finish it.”

He gave you a pained smile as he stepped away. “I– who said that?”

“Why’re we even friends?” You questioned before jabbing a finger at the door. “Get out.”

Younghoon pouted but he eventually obliged, opening the apartment door. “You still owe me money for that overpriced tiny piece of cake by the way.”

“It tasted good!” You shot back.

“It did not.” He sighed. “It’s just you with your horrible sweet tooth. Don’t even– hey…” You noticed him peeking out of your door and into the hallway. And then he leaned back in, searching your face with wonder. “Someone’s moving in next door.”

You brightened with interest at that, practically jumping off where you were sitting on the kitchen counter. Bounding over to the door, you poked your head out under Younghoon’s, just like they did in the cartoons. Squinting your eyes, all you could see was a tall man with a cap on that covered most of his face. 

“Who’s that?” Younghoon said, slightly too loud for your liking.

With a groan, you elbowed him in the ribs. “Shh…how would I know? Though... he does look better than that old dude who constantly yelled at those courtroom TV shows like he was the judge.” It was like the apartment next to yours was cursed. Magic wasn’t real here. Or at least, in this world. But you still believed that a witch had strolled by and casually placed a hex on Apt 245 for the fun of it. For the time that you’ve been here, you’ve seen about five people move in there. And they were never happy. 

Once, there were two parents who had to deal with multiple children who would not stop crying. You hadn’t slept a wink the whole time they were there. They did receive a noise complaint though. Another time, there was a teenager who couldn’t even properly pay off the rent. He didn’t have a job. But he could somehow afford the loudest speaker where he would play the most gut-wrenching, saddest music ever. He got evicted.

But this man… well–he looked decent. Really. No evident curse here. Or at least, yet. When he turned around, you could see that he was very tall and… broad. Apparently, that was the first thing you noticed. He also seemed to pick up the moving boxes with ease and when he had stepped just the slightest to the side, you could see the impossibly perfect slope of his nose. Also a very odd thing to notice.

Younghoon grasped your arm, pulling you back into your own apartment.

“Don’t fall in love.”

You gaped at him. “What? I don’t even know who he is.”

He raised an eyebrow. “But he’s tall. And broad. And has a nice nose. I know you. I know your type.”

Shit.

“You do know me,” You mumbled sheepishly. “But still!” You poked him harshly. “I won’t fall in love. I probably won’t even see him for like– a month. Or he’s going to be cursed and moved out like the others. Don’t worry.”

Your friend narrowed his eyes in skepticism but he eventually nodded. “As long as you don’t bump into him tomorrow or something.”

You laughed, rolling your eyes. “Of course. I won’t fall in love.”

You didn’t fall in love. You fell onto the floor.

And you also happened to bump into him the next day ironically enough.

If only—if only—you decided to pick up your mail yesterday like you were supposed to, this wouldn’t have happened. And by this, you meant being distracted by a cup that rolled out of your new neighbor’s door and then walking straight into his chest. 

You squeaked in horror. “I’m sorry!” And then you stepped backwards, tripped on your badly-timed untied shoelace, and ended up on the floor in the middle of the hallway.

When you looked up, there was a pretty hand that reached out to help you up. Taking it with burning cheeks, you could finally see what this man looked like up close and without a cap.

And you would have expected maybe one of those boy-next-door romantic moments where you would fall into his arms and start dating the next day. Oh, and also kiss and eventually get married. But no, you—

“Hyunjae?”

The man—Hyunjae—gaped at you with comically wide eyes. 

“Y/n,” He breathed out.

As long-lost childhood friends, the most sensible thing to do was ask how he was. But you often defied expectations, positively or negatively, and so instead you lunged forward, wrapping your arms around his waist and pulling him into a tight hug.

Hyunjae, whom you’ve known since you were just young kids, has been your best friend for as long as you could remember. He used to be on the elementary school track team while you… were on the bleachers trying to tell the difference between subtraction and addition. But luckily, Hyunjae was both a smart and kind kid and so he had stopped in the middle of his running to sit with you and teach what your teacher couldn’t do properly.

He was always one year older, always more mature and experienced. But he tended to throw that away just for you and join in on playing games with you when he should’ve been studying for an exam. But he did so to cheer you up. He was sweet like that and you adored spending your afternoons after school with him.

The two of you even got to experience those dreadful high school years together, except there was always that haunting realization—that he would eventually graduate first. But he always reassured you.

“It’s just one year, silly,” He joked, pulling you into a side hug, one that perfectly portrayed his understanding of your worries. “I’ll text and call you all the time. Promise.”

Promises were often broken and this wasn’t any different. For when he had left for college, he never contacted you ever again. You had tried to reach out, but he never responded. And so, for your whole college term, you never saw Lee Hyunjae, your supposed “best friend,” ever again.

And you should have been mad—no, furious to see him again. You should have pushed him away and went on with your life while skillfully avoiding him. But just the simple sight of him brought back all those fond memories–baking cupcakes, falling asleep together just after screaming over a horror movie, holding each other when life just gets too much... And so you found yourself buried into his chest, holding him tightly.

“Hyunjae,” You whispered again, shutting your eyes in both contentment and fear of him pushing you away again. 

But you felt two hands snake around your middle, hugging you back. There were a million questions running through your mind at that moment, wondering why he had disappeared but welcomed you so easily. But you set them aside, choosing to just melt into his still familiar embrace.

Finally though, you managed to pull away, looking at him with a fond smile. He smiled back. He had grown even more handsome than before. He managed to become taller, broader, and more charming all at once. His features were sharp, more mature. Something about him–the way he was dressed in a literal suit–really portrayed to you that he really was an adult now, as opposed to the teenager who procrastinated on science projects.

“How are you?” He smiled, almost too polite for your liking. You could see the way he stood, awkwardly and with fidgeting hands. And that was when it all hit you like a truck.

Your eyebrows suddenly furrowed, your lips pulled into a scowl, and your eyes narrowed as you stepped forward. “How am I? No. How could you–” You banged a fist on his firm chest. “–leave me–” Another punch. “–like that–” He stepped back in growing alarm. “–and act all polite and uneasy as if we weren’t best friends for years?” Both of your fists lingered on his chest, your strength growing weak from frustration. 

“Y/n, I–” He winced.

“Actually, I hate you.” You glared. But your words differentiated from your actions when your hand came to smooth down his crumpled tie. “I don’t want to see you ever again. You’re an absolute asshole and I–” But your eyes met with his, his gaze amused and soft. And then you sniffled, looking down at the ground, the urge to cry suddenly overcoming you.

Hyunjae laughed quietly. “I’m sorry. If you would allow me to explain?”

“Great,” You grumbled. “Then do so. Since you’ve owed me an explanation after all these years.”

He glanced at his watch. “I have work. Tomorrow, maybe? Trust me.”

You looked at him in bewilderment. “Work? But you haven’t even unpacked yet.” You eyed his apartment with the door open. There were multiple boxes strewn about, some not even open yet.

“Emergencies,” He sighed. That was when you noticed just how exhausted he looked. “I have to go.”

“Oh,” You stuttered. “Okay. I– good luck?”

Hyunjae smiled, pinching your cheek just like he had done all those years ago. He seemed to be completely unfazed over the fact that you just punched him in anger. “Thank you.” And he was locking the door behind him and heading for the elevator. But just as he was walking away, you felt the need to call something out. Just a few words.

“Hyunjae?” You said.

He turned around, tilting his head. You never knew just how well work attire suited him. He looked almost… attractive. But god, what were you thinking?

“I missed you.”

He smiled but he never quite gave you a response as the elevator ding had interrupted him. Instead, he just gave you a small wave. 

It was odd. Awkward. But one step at a time, you figured. It’s been years after all.

The next day, as promised, he had shown up to your door. This time, since it was the weekend, he was wearing a simple white shirt. One that still never failed to accentuate his broad shoulders.

But initially, you thought it was Younghoon and not a guy who you haven’t seen for multiple years. So you may or may not have opened the door with your hair like a bird’s nest and your sleepwear on that… wasn’t meant for the general public to see. Apparently, Hyunjae fits in the general public category now. Best friend? No, you hate him.

Kind of.

Not really.

Stumbling to the door, you flung it open, your eyes barely open. Immediately, you were met with the sight of just. Long legs. Not very helpful.

“Who–” And then you looked up, only to meet Hyunjae’s eyes. Choking on your spit, you straightened up. “Hello,” You blurted out in a monotone voice.

He raised an eyebrow and tilted his chin down with amusement. “And who’s the uneasy one now?”

“Sorry, I…” Your eyes trailed down to what you were wearing. With an internal gasp, you stepped backward. “I’m going to– change.”

He widened his eyes and then his gaze also traveled down. His cheeks were oddly red and he cleared his throat, looking away.

You cringed and shut the door in his face before he could even say anything.

Now in proper clothes that were for the general public, you opened the door again. He was still standing there with that same smile. The same kind, caring one he always regarded you with even when you were just kids.

“Where should we talk?” You asked. 

His eyes glanced over to his own door. “My place?” He offered quietly. “I have unpacking to do.”

You stared at him silently. And then you nodded with an excited smile. “I can help.” 

“Oh no,” He laughed softly. “You don’t have to. I’m fine on my–”

“You don’t look fine,” You interrupted. And without thinking, your hand came up to cup his cheek, turning him to face you. “You look tired.”

He stared at you wordlessly before sighing. “I guess I am.”

“So let me help.” You grinned. “I’m using my vacation days from work right now anyway.”

He could only mutter a shy “okay” as he opened the door for you to enter. Looking around, you found that the only things that he had unpacked lacked much of any personality. He took out the necessities and a bunch of… work. Papers, a computer, work suits and the like.

“You seem busy,” You remarked as you walked over to the box labeled “decorations” only for there to literally be one single plant that looked like it needed to be watered. In fact, it was on the brink of death. Immediately, your face was contorting in worry and you turned to where he was just standing at the entrance with an embarrassed expression. “What… happened to your initial dream?”

He approached you and peered into the box. “What dream?”

“The one where you wanted to have a place full of pretty plants.”

“Yeah well,” He laughed bitterly. “Circumstances change aspirations.”

You gulped nervously at his change of tone. Something was bothering him. Something, in particular, caused him to move here. You led him to the couch and sat next to him.

“So what is it? Why did you cut everyone off and– disappear?” You asked cautiously.

He looked at you for a long minute like he was trying to figure out a response for himself. And finally, he just sighed in defeat.

“Problems.”

“Like what?” You prodded.

“A lot. And I wouldn’t want to lay them all on you.” He gave you a weak smile. You regarded him with a soft look in your eyes, searching his face for any sort of answer. All you could see was a flame that had long been put out.

“Then tell me one.”

“One?” He bit his lip nervously. “One…”

“Just one,” You said gently.

“Like the one where the place I used to work at didn’t treat me right? That they refused to give me anything?” He mumbled, his voice trailing off with embarrassment. “So I moved here so that I could get away? That one?” 

You froze at his words. You processed them and that was when it began to make sense. He wasn’t going to work yesterday. He was going to an interview. His computer was open to job openings and the papers weren’t reports. They were resumes.

“Hyunjae,” You whispered. But he was already distancing himself, standing up from the couch. You gazed at him with concern as you stood up, only for him to take a step backward.

“Why are you…” You frowned. “It’s okay, you know. Did you think I would look at you any differently?”

His jaw clenched. “Well, I did cut you off because I didn’t want to worry you. You always told me I would be successful, the best. So how exactly could I face you after they…”

“That’s not your fault. And I’m sorry for putting that on you,” You mustered, stepping closer. This time, he didn’t step away. He allowed you to do anything. He let you trail a hand down to his wrist, holding it gently. “It’s okay. You don’t have to tell me more. I’m sorry.”

He watched you with slight surprise, and with his lips pulled into a straight line, he whispered a small, “I should be the one who’s sorry.”

You shook your head with a smile. “Don’t be.”

He stayed silent at that, simply studying your features. You could tell he still wanted to apologize. But then the corner of his lips lifted slightly. “You grew up.” His tone was gentle, so kind, just like you’ve always known. It was a little quieter than before though, more closed off as if he was afraid–scared of what you would think of him.

You laughed bashfully. “And so did you.” Your hand trailed up to his shoulder. “Did you start working out?”

He smirked. “Why, do you like my progress?”

You snorted. “Could improve.”

He scoffed yet he only looked at you with fondness. The two of you simply stood there, in the midst of his empty apartment, just staring at each other. And then you giggled. He laughed as well before reaching forward and pulling you into his arms, squeezing you so tight that you felt the air leave your lungs.

“Ah–” You choked. “Hyunjae. You’re killing me.”

“I’m showing you my newfound strength,” He joked, stepping away. You were about to refute but instead, you felt your gaze wandering to his arms. Since when were they so toned and–

“Very funny,” You weakly replied. Escaping from his persisting soft gaze, you stepped away and approached the various boxes. “What can I help you with?”

Hyunjae didn’t have much. Apparently, all those large boxes contained about three small things. 

“I overestimated,” He replied with a sheepish smile when you asked.

Most of his things were put away yet when you looked around, the apartment was void of any joy or charm. The only boxes that were left were his clothes which he claimed he could do another day. After putting away his single cup and plate–that’s all he had apparently–you turned around only to see that he was crouched, bending towards that same plant that you pointed out. Its leaves were drooping and the stem wilting, as his fingers gently prodded at it. When you looked closely, you could see a melancholy look on his face, a small frown tugging on his lips.

It was true, that Hyunjae had many dreams when he was younger. That was normal for many people. But to witness it all dissipate before your sight, no sign of light behind his eyes, you couldn’t help but feel your heart clench.

Walking over, you crouched down next to him. He gave you a forced smile.

“Kind of sad,” He remarked with a disappointed sigh. “I bought it only for me to fail to take care of it.”

“You can always buy another one.”

“Mhm,” He hummed dully. “Sure.” 

You watched him wordlessly, observing the way his gaze fell when one of the leaves broke off. Shaking your head, you suddenly stood up.

“Let’s go out.”

He looked up at you in surprise. “What?”

“I’ll be your tour guide of the town,” You joked. “I know everything.”

Standing up with you, he stole a glance at his phone. “I can’t.”

“Why?” You pouted.

“I’m waiting for my result from the interview.”

You sighed and took his wrist in yours, pulling him to the door. “You need to get your mind off that for a second.”

“But–”

“Please?” You looked up at him, even batting your eyelashes. “Just for a moment?” You also exaggerated a pout.

He blinked in shock, his eyes trailing over your expression. “What are you doing?”

“Making you feel bad. Is it working?” You held back a grin.

He huffed out a laugh. “Definitely. Fine, just for a moment.”

You grinned and you were already pulling on your shoes and bounding out the door, leaving Hyunjae to smile to himself.

“This is a convenience store.” You pointed at it with a bright smile.

He rolled his eyes. “I know what a convenience store is.”

You laughed and led him to the next block before abruptly stopping. “This is the karaoke bar,” You said, pointing at the nearby building.

“Fun,” He muttered.

“We should go one day.” You smiled. “Actually no.” You scowled. “I got drunk there once and I think they banned me because I was dancing on the tables.”

Hyunjae turned to you in slight shock. “You? Drunk?”

“What?” You widened your eyes in surprise. “What is it?”

“I just… you always said that you hated the taste of alcohol,” He replied in wonder.

“Times change.” You grinned, nudging his shoulder. He gave you a small smile back.

Then, you led him to your favorite spot. The central park in the middle of town. It was a beautiful day out, the sky bright and blue. You loved to sit at one of the benches, watching birds fly by or kids play happily on the playground. 

“Wait here.” You patted the seat. And then you were running off, nowhere to be seen. Hyunjae simply sat there, observing the calm atmosphere. When you came back, you were holding a stick of cotton candy in your hand. It was large, almost covering your whole face. Hyunjae chuckled, taking it from you so you wouldn’t trip on the ground.

“Aren’t we too old for this?” He questioned.

You shook your head. “I still love it.”

He took a bite and turned to look at you with furrowed eyebrows. “It’s so sweet.”

“That’s why it’s good!” You stared at him like he was the craziest man alive.

“It’s because you’ve always had a sweet tooth.” He frowned, gently placing it back in your hands. 

“Fine,” You scoffed. “If that’s how you treat your best friend.” And you were taking a bite on the opposite side. When you pulled it away from your face, you were startled by a loud laugh. From Hyunjae, specifically. Turning to him with wide eyes, you could even see him smiling.

It was not like the other smiles that you’ve seen so far. Those ones were small, lacking much of any emotion. But this one was wide, full with amusement and happiness.

“Wha– oh,” You huffed, realizing that there was cotton candy on your nose. Hyunjae laughed even louder and suddenly he was leaning in to gently wipe it off with his finger.

“Cutie,” He whispered fondly, his other hand gently cupping the side of your face.

Your heart stuttered at the word. “Wh-what?”

He gulped, pulling away like he was burned. “Oh, I…”

You quickly recovered, instead scooching even closer to him so that your shoulders were touching. “You think I’m cute? Even when I’m all grown up?”

“Always.”

“I missed your smile,” You stated as the two of you were walking back to the apartment complex.

You had expected him to point out that he had smiled other times before. But instead, he gazed at you with soft eyes.

“I did too. It’s been a while since I’ve felt so happy,” He said. “All thanks to you.”

“Of course!” You beamed, looping an arm with his before pulling him closer. “You can always count on me.”

He didn’t respond this time. But his expression said it all. Thank you, thank you, thank you, was all you could see in his dark brown eyes. Smiling, you bumped your body playfully against his.

“Are you busy tomorrow?” You asked.

Again, you found yourself in his apartment the next day. Apparently, he had just gotten back from running and he needed to take a shower. So, you were looking through his boxes full of clothes. You sorted through them, folding them until you came across a hoodie. You didn’t recognize it, but the fabric of it was so… soft and warm. Your hands held onto it, contemplating what it would feel like if you just–

The door to the bathroom creaked open. You gasped and shoved it behind you, greatly hoping that he didn’t notice you staring at it longingly. But alas, you just had to have slow reflexes at this moment.

“Do you like it?” He asked. “Put it on.” 

You laughed awkwardly, turning to face him, only for your protests to come stuttering to a stop. Your eyes trailed down from his damp hair to his… whole torso. His bare torso. He was shirtless. Right out of the shower, water droplets sitting prettily on his collarbones, traveling all the way down to his chest and his– he definitely works out. 

“Oh,” You breathed out, your cheeks flushing red as you frantically looked away. This was not how you expected to reunite with your best friend after so long. 

“Sorry,” He replied, his voice low. “My shirt’s in there.”

You nodded, refusing to look up. It was quiet for a moment, too quiet that you contemplated just shoving his clothes into his hands while dutifully avoiding the sight of his bare chest. 

But then he was right beside you and he smelled so, so good as he leaned over you, his hand gently grasping your waist. To take a shirt. Very unnecessary but it still left you inhaling sharply. Feeling yourself go dizzy as you stood there, eyes trained on the ground, and every single muscle in all of human anatomy completely rigid until you were sure he was properly dressed.

Taking a peek, you were met with his teasing smile.

“Everything okay?”

“Yes,” You mustered.

“You were staring weren’t you?” He leaned even closer, his eyes searching yours with amusement. His hand gently lifted your chin up, making you swallow thickly at the way he was gazing at you with a small smirk. 

“I wasn’t,” You whispered shakily.

“Hm,” He hummed. “You look a little flushed though.”

“It was nothing,” You shoved him away, feeling like your face was on fire. “You shouldn’t just walk around like that. It’s…”

“Mhm.” He only continued to smile wider. “Whatever you say.”

You groaned, abruptly turning away to hide your reddening cheeks. But then your eyes landed back on that same hoodie.

“I know that look on your face,” He teased, picking it up. “You like it.”

“I don’t.”

“Okay,” He simply replied, shrugging and turning around. You were just about to question his suspiciously short response when out of nowhere, he whipped back around and pulled the hoodie over you. Immediately, you were encompassed in warmth and– did he always smell this good? And why was he staring at you so softly with that stupid fond smile and why was your heart beating a mile a minute and–

“Hyunjae,” You groaned. “What was that for?”

But he stayed silent, simply examining you wearing his clothes. You tilted your head.

“Do I look good?”

His breath hitched and now it was him with reddening cheeks as he backed away. You stifled a laugh as you stepped forward, cornering him against the edge of the kitchen counter.

“And I know that look on your face,” You teased back. “You like it.”

His eyes fluttered, almost like he was fighting the urge to look over your body once again. He inhaled deeply and then he straightened, leaning over you this time. With a subtle smile, he whispered something that left shivers down your spine.

“I love it.”

Oh my god. You treaded backwards, suddenly feeling conscious of everything. His eyes on you–all over you–the way the shirt clung to his body, the rushing thought of the fact that you saw him without it on just a few minutes ago–everything came over you like a bucket of ice water.

“I–” With wide eyes, he only continued to approach you, the scent of his shampoo overcoming you quickly. You couldn’t come up with a comeback anymore. At first, you thought that this was just friendly banter, the type that you guys would do in the school cafeteria. But this–this was something different. With the way he was looking at you with darkening eyes, you weren’t quite sure this was that “friendly banter” thing anymore.

“Shut up,” You blurted out as you pulled the hoodie off you and thrust it into his chest.

“Why?” He grinned. “I like this game.”

You raised your eyebrows. “What game is this exactly?”

“The game of making the other person flustered.” 

You stood there for a moment, thinking. You couldn’t quite come up with a verbal comeback. So you could instead…

Taking a step forward, you hooked a hand around the back of his neck, letting your touch linger there for a moment. A stuttering breath was caught thickly in his throat as he looked down at you in bafflement.

And then you let your fingertips trail around, down his neck, across his collarbone, slightly pulling down the hem of his shirt and stopping just at his chest where you could feel his heart thump erratically.

Your trace on his skin left sparks flying in your heart and when you had looked up, you knew that Hyunjae was experiencing the same thing.

He was looking down at you, completely speechless and his eyes round in shock. You smiled in triumph, leaning close to one of his reddening ears.

“Then I win.”

And you were heading for the door. But just as you turned around, you could see Hyunjae who was still leaning against the counter, cheeks now red as he stared down at the ground. You giggled, closing the door behind you.

The next time you saw Hyunjae, unsurprisingly, he looked exhausted again. In fact, he didn’t even recognize you at first with how he was gazing off into space rather than unlocking his own door.

“Come over tonight,” You offered.

He raised an eyebrow. “To do what?”

You choked. “Not that. Movie night!” You winked, patting his shoulder before leaving for the grocery store. You made sure to mentally add popcorn to your list.

And so, when it was pitch dark at night, you had opened your door to Hyunjae, fidgeting nervously at the entrance. You laughed, grabbing his wrist and pulling him in.

“Don’t be nervous.” You grinned. “It’s just me.”

As you set up the movie, you couldn’t help but notice Hyunjae looking around your apartment. He seemed to be taking in all of your decorations, and the fact that you had more than one cup and plate. You smiled.

“We can go shopping if you want,” You spoke up. “For your apartment.”

He glanced at you in shock. But he eventually nodded with a small smile, that same one you noticed that he often forced when he was tired and down.

Now sitting on the couch, side-by-side but never quite touching, the two of you watched a movie. It was a comfortable silence and whenever you would glance at Hyunjae, he would notice and turn his attention back to you. And every time you would make eye contact, you made sure to give him a bright smile, one that showed him that “I’m always here for you.”

"Staring?" He teased.

"In fact I am," You replied. "Forget the movie, you're the award-winning feature."

He laughed again. The same bright one at the park.

"I didn't take you to be such a flirter," He remarked.

"I'm not," You refuted. "You really are amazing."

He gave you a smile that wasn't so convincing. "If you say so."

Near the resolution of the film, you found yourself scooching over to him, letting your shoulders touch. But that wasn’t exactly enough, so you lifted his arm so that you could rest your head on his chest, his body warmth easily spreading to yours.

“What are you doing?” He muttered.

For a second, you thought he might actually be annoyed. But, when you looked up, you could see his softening eyes and the slight blush on his cheeks. You huffed in amusement and you only persisted, snuggling close to his chest. Eventually, he gave up on the whole tough act and he let his arm wrap around you, rubbing your arm in up-and-down motions.

You didn’t notice that you had fallen asleep.

Though you did briefly remember two… moments. One of them was him cautiously bringing you to your bed. The other being a warm hand softly caressing your cheek.

You woke up alone. Good! Who else did you expect? Rubbing your eyes, there was a constant sound ringing in your ears. The doorbell, you groaned. Stumbling to the door, you were hoping maybe… Hyunjae? But instead, it was your landlord. You furrowed your eyebrows in concern.

She sighed, shaking her head.

“Bad news.”

When it was Hyunjae this time who had invited you over, you were pleasantly surprised. Opening the door, you could see him sitting at the table, staring intently at his computer.

Tilting your head, you were about to ask what he was looking at. But then he suddenly jumped up, the chair almost falling over. There was a bright smile on his face as he rushed over to you.

“Hyunjae?” You looked at him in confusion.

“I got the job,” He exclaimed. “I got it.”

“You did?” You gasped. “That’s so– that’s amazing! Congratul–” You inhaled sharply when you felt two hands grasp onto your waist. And suddenly, your whole world shifted once you realized that he was literally picking you up and twirling you around. You laughed shyly as you allowed him to, watching fondly at the way he smiled so, so freely.

Once he had slowed down, there was an impending thought in the back of your mind that appeared from all of the adrenaline. He could put you down and you could lean in and maybe… maybe– press your lips to his as an extra cheer. Mentally slapping yourself, you felt your cheeks grow hot. Again, what were you thinking?

His hands were still on your waist, the both of you out of breath. You smiled, giggling softly. He smiled back, his eyes bright and sparkling.

“I’m proud of you,” You finally said.

“It’s all thanks to you,” He replied.

“Hm, well,” You huffed. “Guess who lost their apartment.”

He gaped at you. “What?”

“Not permanently,” You groaned. “But there’s been a technical problem that has to be investigated and fixed. So I can’t stay there for the meantime.”

He looked at you, deep in thought. And then his hands tightened on your waist. “Then stay here with me.”

Now it was your turn to gawk at him. “What?”

“Please.” He smiled. “I owe you.”

You blushed. “I didn’t do much.”

“You did.” He walked forward, nearly caging you against the wall. “Everything. You’ve helped me get this job.” Another step forward. “I’m indebted to you.”

“H-hyunjae,” You stuttered, trying your best to avoid stealing a glance at his lips.

“Just temporarily.”

You made a mental pro and con list. Pros–He was your childhood best friend meaning that he knew you best. Cons–what if things changed? What if you… fell? And you didn’t mean physically.

With a hesitant sigh in defeat, you responded quietly. 

“Temporarily.”

When you and Hyunjae had art class together, you learned a little bit more about him. He was always the one who enjoyed the sketching, the outlining with the black pen, and shading in grey. You, on the other hand, were the one who would color in between those lines with vibrant colors, brightening the picture into something truly complete. 

That was how you complimented each other. People often painted him out to be cold and blunt, but you always saw past that. It was always you who thought that he was the sweetest person you’ve ever met–the one who took care of you when you were sick and who pulled you away from passing cars.

Just like one of those art projects, you began to liven up his apartment with your own things. Of course, you didn’t bring everything, but the simple pieces of your toothbrush next to his and your coat hung up on the rack, were enough to make the puzzle feel just complete.

Soon enough, the evening came which brought the dilemma of where you would sleep.

“The couch,” Hyunjae spoke up, walking out of the bathroom again, with damp hair. But at least he was fully clothed this time. Still, that vision was practically ingrained into your mind.

“You’re right.” You nodded in agreement. “I’ll–”

“Not you,” He huffed. “Me.”

“Oh,” You breathed out. Abruptly you stood up in defiance. “No!” You blurted out. “That’s rude.”

He looked at you entirely unimpressed. “I’m being a good host. A gentleman.”

“Exactly.” You scowled. “You’re going to make me feel like I’m intruding. And look who invited me in the first place?”

He sighed, glancing at the bedroom door. “There’s only one bed.”

“Then we’ll share,” You replied, completely sure of yourself. Hyunjae didn’t respond so you lifted your chin high and walked past him and into the bedroom as odd as it may sound. However, in the corner of your eye, you could see that his ears were slightly red.

You may have underestimated the sheer awkwardness. Just a bit. Maybe a lot.

The two of you stood on either side of the bed, facing each other, contemplating the fact that this would be the first time you would be sleeping together. Actually, it wasn’t really awkward per se. It was more… hilarious. You pursed your lips, trying to stifle your laughter, while Hyunjae’s cheeks were puffed out in embarrassment.

Again, as the bolder one, you climbed under the sheets first. Still, Hyunjae was just standing, hesitating. You squinted up at him through the darkness. 

Even under the dim lighting, you could see that his cheeks were incredibly flushed. 

“I think I’ll just go back to the–” He couldn’t even finish his sentence because you were grabbing onto his hand and pulling him down into bed. He didn’t really protest though as you could sense him slowly melting into the warmth of it.

The lamp was off now and you were both succumbed to darkness. It was silent, only the sound of Hyunjae’s calm breathing. You weren’t exactly tired right now. You knew that it would take you a while to fall asleep. But that was fine! You would just wait until he fell asleep first.

Except, when you turned on your side to face him, you could see him staring back, big, round doe eyes on you. So, scratch that. And now you were cold which you weren’t used to. Your apartment was usually the perfect temperature, but this one left you shivering all over.

Unconsciously, you began to shift closer to his body. He’s always been the warm one. That used to be your strategy to not freeze to death when the two of you would walk down the winter festival together.

Suddenly though, you felt an arm across your waist and steady breathing on the side of your neck.

“Hm?” You hummed in confusion, wondering if the chest against your shoulder was just a hallucination. 

But then he replied in a quiet, lower voice.

“Is this okay?” He whispered.

Oh, this was more than okay. You were familiar with his embrace. But to feel it just moments before you fell asleep brought a sudden bout of tranquility.

“Perfect.” You smiled to yourself, curling up to his body in which he held you closer in response. It was warm, comforting, just perfect. It didn’t take you a while to fall asleep anymore. 

When you awoke, you were slightly—no, very confused about why it was still dark out. You were pretty sure the room should be bright with natural light from the sun. Or maybe you’ve just gone crazy. But that was when you glanced at the time. It was still the middle of the night.

When you turned to your side, that was also when you realized that it was Hyunjae who had woken you up. Unknowingly at that. His arm was still around your waist but this time, his hold was almost painfully tight. If you looked closely, you could see that his eyes were screwed shut, his eyebrows twitching with small stuttering breaths escaping him.

But, you’ve always heard the saying that you weren’t supposed to wake someone up from a nightmare. So you hesitated, keeping your hands close to yourself, worriedly watching. At some point, he jolted awake by himself.

Now, his breathing was even faster and he had shot up, looking around frantically. Blinking your eyes sleepily, you turned on the nearby light and sat up with him.

“Hyunjae?” You whispered, looking him over in concern.

He turned to you in a growing distraught state and he widened his eyes. “Are you–”

“It’s just me,” You muttered. “Bad dream?”

Hyunjae froze for a moment but he slowly nodded. And usually, it was you who initiated the hugs. But this time, he was the one who lunged forward, holding you close to his chest. His hands grasped onto you tightly as he buried his nose into your neck.

With the way he was holding you so tightly, so… desperately, you wondered if this had happened before. But still, you allowed him to just hold you close, your own arms coming around to gently pat his back.

You didn’t know when, but he eventually pulled away. He refused to look you in the eye and so you brought a gentle hand to the side of his face, coaxing him to face you.

“How long has this been going on for?” You frowned.

He shut his eyes. “A while.”

Your heart clenched at his quiet response. For the past few days, you had thought he was feeling better, less exhausted. But behind the bedroom door, it must be different.

“Do you… want to talk about it?”

“I don’t know…” He trailed off.

“You don’t have to tell me–”

“...what they’re about.”

“Oh,” You breathed. “The nightmares?”

He nodded with tired eyes. “But while I was gone–away from you–people I’ve loved, everything I’ve cherished seemed to disappear before my eyes. It wasn’t just work it was… a lot.” His voice was quiet, hard to hear but it was loud enough that you could hear each and every heart-twisting emotion.

You stayed silent, your hand finding his to stroke the back of it soothingly.

“I felt hopeless.” He frowned. “I guess those nightmares felt like I was reliving that all over again.”

He didn’t say anything after that. You watched him cautiously, wondering what exactly to do. But then you felt his hand tighten on yours slightly and that was your cue to shift even closer.

He glanced at you with an ashamed expression that only made the pit in your stomach drop even more. Slowly, slow enough so that he could back away if he wanted to, you wrapped an arm around him, pulling him close against you. Almost instantly, he was breathing out a low sigh of relief as he nuzzled even further into your embrace.

“You’re not alone anymore,” You whispered. “And… thank you for trusting me enough to tell me.”

He didn’t say anything, but when he held you back, it was a perfect answer. The two of you stayed like that, in the dead of night, just holding each other until you began to feel drowsy from his warmth. It wasn’t the first time that you’ve done so. The only difference was that it was always you who needed that extra piece of comfort. It was never Hyunjae. Seeing him open up was different but something that you were most grateful for.

“I never replied to you the day we met in the hallway,” He spoke, interrupting your thoughts. 

You pondered for a moment, recalling the memory. “When I said that I missed you?”

He nodded. “I didn’t reply because I was afraid you would still be mad at me for leaving you so abruptly.”

You smiled softly and shook your head, your hand coming up to the back of his head to stroke his hair soothingly. His eyes widened slightly in shock but he quickly melted into your touch. “I was angry at first.”

He laughed quietly, though his voice was watery with unfallen tears.

“But now I’m not,” You whispered. “I promise. I’m just happy to see you again.”

He pulled away to look up at you, searching your face to make sure that you were telling the truth. When you only gazed back with utmost sincerity, he let a small smile tug on his lips.

“I missed you,” He had finally replied, answering your statement from before. “More than you know. It was hard without you.”

Your gaze softened once you noticed the sparkle of a few tears in his eyes and when he blinked, your sleeve was immediately coming up to pat his cheek, drying the ones that had broken free.

“I missed you too,” You responded and gently, you were pulling him back into bed. And this time, without hesitation, he was hooking both of his arms around you, tightening you into his chest.

“...so much,” He muttered sleepily. “I missed you so much.”

“You have me now.”

“Always.” And you felt his hand grasp yours, guiding it to where his heart was, thumping in a soothing rhythm. “In here.”

You were the first one to wake up. It seemed that Hyunjae’s nightmare and tears had left him too exhausted to even notice you unwrapping yourself from his protective embrace. And so, you took it as your duty to cook something decent for him to wake up to.

Except maybe Hyunjae did notice because he opened the door shortly after. You probably should have placed a pillow in his arms before you left. He walked out and you had to stop yourself from cooing because that would be a little bit… weird. But you couldn’t help it because the sight of his hair tousled and messy, his eyes barely opened and puffy from the tears, and his lips pouted adorably, left you smiling with endearment.

“Morning sleepyhead.” You grinned, turning the stove on. 

He didn’t say anything. Instead, he shuffled over to where you were standing behind the kitchen counter. 

You tilted your head in amusement, wondering how he managed to navigate with his eyes barely open. “Are you feeling better?”

Again, still no response. You watched as he circled the counter, positioning himself behind you. And then you gasped quietly once you registered the strong arms that enveloped your waist, pulling you into a warm hug, your back now pressed up against his chest. You could even feel his nose nuzzling into the back of your neck, breathing deeply.

You simply just froze, unable to do anything. Once you realized he wasn’t going to move anytime soon, you turned the stove off and simply allowed him to hug you to his heart’s content. He let out a sleepy hum. Or was it a whine?

“You’re clingy in the morning,” You mused.

“Mhm.” Even his morning voice was cute.

And when you said sleepy, you meant it. Literally–you were pretty sure he fell asleep while back-hugging you in the middle of the kitchen. You practically had to hold on to the counter to brace his weight and when you stole a glance over your shoulder, you had to stifle a laugh. His cheek was smushed into your shoulder and his eyes shut in content.

“O–kay,” You heaved, forcing your body to turn around. And still, he would have almost collapsed into you if you hadn’t planted your hands on his shoulders to hold him up. His head lolled to the side as he peeked an eye open to look at you drowsily.

You chuckled and your hand came up to his hair to ruffle it. Immediately, he was leaning into your touch and when your hand traveled down to cup his cheek, he was nuzzling into it like a puppy.

“I missed you,” He slurred, his voice huskier than usual.

“Mm, you said that already,” You hummed teasingly, a smile threatening to spread across your lips. “Hyunjae.”

“Hm?” He smiled lazily.

“You’re acting drunk and it’s like–” You glanced at the clock. “Seven in the morning.”

“And what about it? I missed you,” He grumbled, an adorable frown on his lips.

“Ah,” You sighed, shaking your head. “Go splash water on your face, you dummy. Then you’ll wake up properly.”

He still didn’t budge. And so, using every single ounce of your strength, you had to carry him all the way to the bathroom as he was still clinging onto you like a koala.

After a few minutes, with the sound of the bathroom sink splashing in the background, you finally managed to start cooking something. But then the door clicked open and you looked up. Hyunjae, his eyes finally open, was blushing so hard that you couldn’t even conceal your laugh anymore.

“Missed me?” You remarked.

He winced in response, his cheeks continuing to flame red.

“I don’t know what got into me,” He muttered, refusing to look you in the eye.

You beckoned him over and he finally looked up at you shyly.

“It was cute,” You teased. “You’re cute when you’re sleepy.”

“And what else?” He quickly recovered.

Your breath hitched. Ah, you thought. There he was. The usual Hyunjae when he was fully awake. The one who loved to tease you until you were blushing and hiding your face. 

“Don’t do this again,” You groaned.

“Do what?”

“That.”

“You’ll have to elaborate on that, sweetheart.”

You raised an eyebrow at the nickname, completely unfazed. But when your eyes traveled down, that was when you realized just how close he was. He continued to lean forward until he was caging you against the counter, both of his hands on either side of you. It wasn’t the flirting that got you, it was his body encompassing you so, so effortlessly, making you feel smaller than you really were. 

He chuckled. “Cat got your tongue?”

Oh, this is definitely how best friends act. You were one hundred percent sure about that. 

He smirked, tilting his chin down, as his hand traveled from the edge of the counter down to your hip. 

Fifty percent. 

His eyes wandering elsewhere–somewhere along the lines of your lips.

One percent.

“The breakfast is going to burn,” You stuttered.

He simply licked his lips, his gaze fixated on yours.

“I can always try something else.”

You were screwed.

The first day of Hyunjae’s new job was the very last day of your brief vacation from work. With a sigh, you scrolled through the shows and movies, only for you to ultimately turn off the TV in boredom. You weren’t going to beat around the bush and refuse to admit that you felt lonely without him. Of course, you saw him in the morning, already dressed in a suit (that fit amazingly on him, dare you add), but it was only for a short moment.

He still had nightmares but they were becoming less and less frequent. Sometimes, when they happened, you would just pull him closer and he would immediately relax with a small sigh, almost like you had the superpower to eliminate his night terrors.

And sleeping together never was awkward again. In fact, you adequately enjoyed it–his arms around you and vice versa. Did best friends regularly cuddle at night and gaze at each other for so long that your heartbeat started to speed up? That… you weren’t quite sure about.

Yawning, you found yourself lying down, spreading across the couch. You didn’t even do much today yet your eyes still threatened to shut close.

At some point, you blinked your eyelids open once you heard the door unlocking. Sitting up, you smiled softly at the sight of Hyunjae opening the door. His tie was already loose and his hair was blown up from the wind. Squinting your eyes, you then noticed that he was practically stumbling into the entrance, almost like all of his coordination had dissipated. 

His eyes were droopy and his lips pouted from what you would guess to be exhaustion. Everyone’s first day of work was like that. You watched as he set down his work bag and walked over to you, very… very slowly.

“How was work?” You questioned, looking up at him.

And just like last time, he didn’t respond. Silently, he leaned forward and literally–very literally–laid on top of you. His body weight pulled you back down to lie on the couch and his arms were snaking around you as his legs tangled with yours. Speechless, you felt as he nuzzled back into your neck, just like he’s begun to do so often now.

“You look gorgeous today,” He whispered, his voice very oddly slurred.

Your breath hitched. “Are you drunk?”

He looked up at that and you practically choked on air once you realized how close his face was to yours. And then he smiled languidly and shook his head.

“Are you sure?” You searched him for any sign–red cheeks, the scent of the alcoholic drink–yet you couldn’t find any. 

“I’m just tired,” He mumbled, planting his face back into the crook of your neck.

“Okay,” You laughed. Gently, your hand came up to his broad back to rub it in circles, the material of the suit rough and honestly quite unsatisfying. But still, you persisted once you felt his tense muscles slowly soften. Slowly though, you came to a stop. “Hyunjae.”

“Hm?” He hummed.

“You need to take a shower,” You huffed. “C’mon.” With all of your power, you pushed him up and off you. Again, his head tilted to the side with a tired smile. You laughed and shoved him until he finally obliged and went off to the bathroom.

Meanwhile, you were left there, contemplating his strange behavior. He never acted this clingy before. Not even for the years that you’ve known him. It was only after that particular night that he started to… do this.

When he was done showering, he stepped out. You had hoped that he would be more awake now, but it seemed he was even drowsier than before–too tired to even dry his own hair. With a click of your tongue, you motioned him over to sit down. Like a puppy, his eyes brightened at the sight of you as he obediently followed.

“You’ll catch a cold,” You ridiculed with a worried frown.

After finding a towel, you stepped in between his legs. Carefully, you began to dry his damp hair, marveling at the way his hair curled up after a shower. You rubbed his scalp, making your way around and behind his ears. When you peeked at his expression, you stifled a laugh at the way he basically fell asleep under your touch.

Once you deemed his hair dry enough, you were about to walk away but instead, he abruptly stood up, swaying slightly. And then he fell forward, pulling you into a warm embrace.

You smiled fondly. “Tired?”

It seems that when Hyunjae was tired, he never answered any of your questions, funnily enough. A lot of his answers were just “I missed you” or a small hum. But this… this answer was different. It was spoken so quietly, so softly yet it perfectly resonated through your ears. 

“I love you.”

Before you could even say anything or really do anything, he was reluctantly pulling away and heading to the bedroom. Your lips parted as your eyes fixated on absolutely nothing. Just– space. Your whole body had gone rigid as you simply stood there, processing his words. You couldn’t even blink. 

Best friends… say that too, don’t they?

It started to become a pattern for the whole first week of his new job. When he was actually fully awake, he told you that the work was demanding yet he never looked so happy and content. Sometimes, you wondered what his past work was like, but you never prodded.

But, because the work was just so demanding, every single day, from Monday to Friday, he came home exhausted. And any person would expect him to just head straight for bed. But like you said, it was a pattern, a usual thing, that he would cling on to you. Apparently, something had shifted in him. Originally, when you saw him exhausted, he would become closed off. But after… that night, he acted almost intoxicated. Not on a drink. But simply off being tired.

You found it endearing actually. His voice was always quieter and he often stumbled over his words this way. His eyes were dazed and soft on yours and he also became ten times heavier as he liked to lay all of his weight on you when he pulled you into a hug. He constantly just seemed to be in a completely different mindset–one that was very… loving and… yeah– different.

He liked to say things too. Slurred and quiet, but he still very clearly said them. You could never figure out if he meant them or if he was just tired and rambling things for the fun of it.

He said “I misssed you” a lot. Occasionally, he would blurt out that you looked pretty or beautiful. Or, it would be a small “hi” accompanied by a shy smile. Sometimes, if he was too tired to say much, he would just giggle over nothing in particular. But… there was one specific phrase that he would say out of the blue.

“I love you.”

That one always left you perplexed. It could be a… platonic thing to say, right? Where did the word “love” come from? You didn’t think much of it, but you couldn’t help but feel some sort of spark of light in the very depths of your heart.

It was weird, really. An out-of-this-world, alien-like thing for a best friend to say. The words I, love, and you arranged in that particular order were never syllables Hyunjae ever let fall from his lips. He never spent any particular ounce of breath to say them. 

Yet now he did.

For some odd reason.

But again, he was just tired. Surely.

And just like before, the pattern started all over again. The week was coming to a close so maybe you wouldn’t hear those words again after this. But you didn’t really mind altogether. With a tired sigh, you walked out of the room, now changed out of your work clothes and into something more comfortable.

Right on cue, the main door was unlocking, and once again, the pattern began to unweave itself. He would walk in, with the occasional misstep and stumble. And like usual, he looked tired. Though, you envied his ability to still look… attractive. And then he would look up, search for a particular someone, and do that stupidly lazy smile–the one where his eyes weren’t focused on anything but you.

“What are you doing here?” He giggled–he giggled now, apparently.

You eyed him, completely apathetic. “You let me stay here temporarily, remember?”

He blinked at you with an adorable pout. And then he nodded. “You’re right.” He smiled. “Aren’t you smart?” He pinched your cheek. 

Scowling, you wrestled his hands off. And for the first time this week, you finally decided to question his bizarre behavior.

“Why are you acting like this?” You whined, holding him up by his arms so he wouldn’t fall over you like he had done the day before.

“Because I missed you,” He grumbled, his eyes struggling to stay open. “Now let me–”

“Agh,” You groaned. But still, your hands fell to your sides as you let him wrap his arms around your torso, bringing you close to his chest. Whatever made him happy, was your motive. And totally not, I secretly enjoy this.

It was quiet for a few moments, just the sound of his slow breathing against your earlobe. For a minute, you worried that he had fallen asleep already, but he spoke again.

“Have I mentioned how uncomfortable this suit is?” He mumbled. “It’s very hot and–”

You didn’t even say anything. With a sigh–one that wasn’t particularly annoyed, but more… doting–you stepped away. He stared at you in both drowsiness and slight confusion, but his eyes slowly widened once he realized that you were taking off the jacket for him. Gently, you pulled it off his shoulders and down his arms, your eyebrows slightly furrowed in concentration.

He was quiet, simply watching as your fingers grasped his tie, unloosening it with a sharp pull, causing him to lurch forward, his lips startlingly close to yours. 

“Interesting,” He teasingly remarked, but his voice was still slurred.

“Shut up,” You snapped yet there was no malice behind your tone.

Your hands then came up to his collar, unbuttoning the first few buttons to reveal slightly past his collarbones which… you’ve already accidentally witnessed before. With a friendly pat on his shoulder, you deemed him undressed enough. He slowly turned his gaze to you and your breath hitched at the sight– his work attire now loose with his hair slightly messy… ah. Not to mention, his tilted head and sleepy expression that only made things worse.

Clearing your throat, feeling your cheeks burn, you scrambled off somewhere to shove a change of clothes into his hands and left abruptly, your heart thumping. Soon enough–you didn’t know when because you were busy contemplating all of your feelings and the meaning of life–he walked into the bedroom. Undoing the made bed, you motioned him to climb in. Obediently, he followed and you pulled the blankets over him.

“Y/n,” He muttered, grasping your wrist before you could walk away.

“Hm?”

“...love you,” He whispered.

Again, he was just rambling. He was just saying things. He had stumbled over his words and his voice was quiet, so that meant that he didn’t mean it. He didn’t mean any of it. It was all fake–

“I love you,” He repeated—clearer, louder this time without an inch of hesitation. And this time, he was looking straight up at you, his cheeks slightly pink, flushed.

Maybe it was more real than you had thought.

The first week was over, meaning Hyunjae was more situated at work and most importantly, less exhausted. On the first day of his new, non-intoxicated-on-fatigue persona, he had simply greeted you and strolled past. You wouldn’t admit it fully to him but that simple interaction that did better fit what you guys were–best friends–left you feeling empty inside.

But it was fine. It was just a one-week thing.

Until it wasn’t.

The next day, the pattern appeared again, but it wasn’t… like before.

He was fully awake this time yet he still–

“Hyunjae?” You stammered. The arms wrapped around your waist tightened further as he stood behind you, hooking his chin over your shoulder, and breathing out a low sigh. And now that he was newly… conscious, he did more. His hands began to wander over you in soothing shapes and he pressed his chest further against your back.

“Just stay here with me.” 

You could see his soft smile in the corner of your eye. With a bothered huff, you glanced back at him, only for you to inhale sharply at how close he actually was and how… nice his cologne smelt. Oh, and his hands were still wandering.

“I thought you only acted like this when you’re tired?”

He shook his head, shifting even closer, his warmth encompassing you comfortingly.

“Do you want to know something about me?”

“I know a lot about you,” You joked.

But he was quiet, a serious silence befalling the two of you. You gulped and whispered a small “what is it?”

You could hear him huff out in amusement, his hands never failing to leave your waist. “While I was away–when I was at my lowest–I thought of someone all those years.”

And for some reason, you knew exactly what the answer was. 

But still, your voice tremored. “Who?”

A squeeze on your waist.

“You.”

Shutting your eyes, you breathed out a shaky sigh and looked down to where he was still hugging you from behind. Your heart was thumping and you were sure he could hear you. And even if he could make out the pounding, he never budged once. Not once did he stop tightening his arms around you and not once did he cease to bury his nose somewhere into your skin, leaving shivers down your spine.

With your heartbeat practically reaching your ears, you nudged him and turned around so that now, you were facing him. Without his dazed, sleepy look, it was just his soft eyes and the slightest tug of his lips, an endeared smile. Without his exhaustion that often left him sluggish, it was just his firm, stronger arms that held you so easily.

“Hyunjae,” You whispered. 

“Sweetheart,” He replied, his voice gentle and content. And before, you wouldn’t have paid a single ounce of attention to that nickname because it just seemed like how best friends would fool around. But now… things were different and you weren’t sure how exactly. And so the name sweetheart now left your cheeks flushing.

You swallowed thickly, your breath shortening. “Do you know how much you confuse me?”

His smile only grew. “Elaborate on that.” A pause. “Sweetheart.”

You sighed, biting your lip with mortification. “That. The nickname.”

“Sweetheart? You never said you didn’t like it, I can stop if you want—“

“Don’t!” You rushed to say. You blushed more once you realized he was teasing you again, his eyes glinting with amusement. “Not just the nickname. Everything.”

“Like what?” He stepped closer if that was even possible.

You gazed up at him and you were sure you looked frustrated right now, judging by his fond smile. He always said you looked cute when mad.

“You say that you miss me all the time.”

“Because I do.” He dipped his head lower to look at you with those foolish, puppy-like eyes. “I think of you whenever I’m at work.”

“But,” You exhaled shakily. “Do you realize that you say something else?” 

You were sure he wasn’t aware. He didn’t seem to be in the right state of mind whenever he was exhausted. So maybe, he would just stare at you in utter confusion, deny it, and this whole… feeling fiasco would be done and dealt with. But then—

“That I love you?”

Your lips parted in surprise and you peered up at him, wondering if he was just taking a wild guess. But no, the soft, genuine look on his face said it all.

“You… knew?” You stuttered.

“Of course I did,” He chuckled softly. “And I meant every single one.”

Eyebrows furrowing, you stepped backward from shock. As you avoided his eyes, you missed the nervousness and the unsureness that flitted across his face. But, just that one step away left chills down your body–as if being away from Hyunjae and his embrace wasn’t even natural anymore.

And so you stepped forward again. Immediately, you could hear a low sigh of relief escape Hyunjae’s lips and feel his hands snake back around your waist protectively. You weren’t sure what expression was on his face though, as you were very adamant on staring directly at his tie–his chest. You knew that he could still see your reddening cheeks, but you still preferred not to look him in the eye. 

“That,” He said quietly. “You’re also quite confusing too.”

“Wh-what?” 

“Stepping away and stepping back,” He spoke softly. “Looking me in the eye but refusing to when I say that I love you.” One of his hands left your waist to gently guide your chin up. “So look at me now.” 

“I…” You trailed off, feeling yourself go weak just from his soft, loving gaze.

“And one more thing.” He tilted his head teasingly.

A pause. A great moment of silence.

“You don’t say it but you show it.”

“Hyunjae,” You breathed out, your heart beating like a loud, intense drum.

“I wasn’t completely unaware.” He smirked. His hand had already left your chin and found its place back to your waist, yet you found yourself staring straight into his dark eyes, stuck in a trance. “I know that you dried my hair with a towel–that you even undressed me. I know that you took care of me.”

You did do that all on your own accord, simply because you thought that you were being a perfectly good friend. But now that you thought about it–you didn’t have to. You could have easily pushed him off, and told him to do everything on his own but you didn’t. And it was all because you–

“So tell me then,” He whispered, his voice quiet–only for you to hear, almost like he wanted you all to himself. “What are we?”

You held your breath, your cheeks growing hot. Your hands rested on his chest and you could feel his heart pound, exactly like yours. He felt the same, you realized. With a shaky sigh, you gazed up at him.

“What do you want us to be?”

He hummed, a soft smile on his lips. “What do I want?” 

He slightly reworded your question and you wondered why. But you nodded, your eyes studying his features. His handsome features. They were sharp when you had met him in that hallway. But his keen eyes, the angle of his eyebrows, his perpetual frown–they were just soft, soft on you. No longer was there a frown, but just an affectionate smile.

“What do you want?” You repeated his question, your voice hushed to a whisper.

He leaned in, his gaze warm and gentle, his eyes wandering over each and every detail of your face.

“I want to love you.”

You had expected to inhale sharply, gasp maybe–but no. Because everything made sense to you now. His kind words, his soft and fleeting touches across your body, it all pointed to one thing. And so, instead, you smiled shyly.

“Then love me.”

And just like that, his grip on your hips tightened and he turned you around so that your back was facing the door. He was walking you backward until you felt the hard surface against your shoulder blades and he was leaning down, close enough that if he inched further, he would be kissing you. But he didn’t–not yet.

“May I?” He muttered, looking over you with slight concern. 

You nodded, embarrassingly with a bit too eagerness. He laughed softly and then he was fitting his lips against yours as your eyes fluttered closed. The press of it was gentle and tender as he tilted your chin up and angled himself so that it was more comfortable. The kiss was unlike any that you’ve experienced before. It was like the tension that had built up before had completely broken down, as you allowed yourself to just fall.

Fall, physically, almost because you felt your knees go weak, with only the door behind you to hold you up. But his hand traveled back down to your waist, hooking you in against his body, keeping you steady as he muffled a groan against your lips. You couldn’t hear anything but his breathing and the thumping of your own heart. 

All you could think of was him–how he could so easily change from rough to soft, how he could push forward so quickly but pull away so easily to allow you a gasp of breath, and how he could make your heart pound yet lull it into a steady rhythm of love. He kissed like he could devour you, but if you decided to peek an eye open, you would see his adorably furrowed eyebrows and his flushed cheeks, showing that he wasn’t anything like that.

He was just a man who needed a bit of a sweetener in his life.

With a quiet noise, he pulled away. Immediately, his eyes searched over your features, making sure that you were okay and that he didn’t do too much. But, when you gave him a smile, your eyes flitting nervously, he grinned and leaned in to grant you another soft kiss.

“How long?” You laughed shyly.

“I came to the realization when you tried to cheer me up whenever I was tired. But I think I’ve already felt this way for a while.” He replied. He pinched your cheek again. “All those dates and extra care that you gave me…very cute thing to do.”

Your eyes went wide. “You… noticed?”

“I notice a lot of things, sweetheart,” He teased. “Like how you’re grabbing onto my suit to pull me into a kiss right now.”

“O-oh,” You stammered, letting go of his crumpled collar. “I didn’t realize I–”

He shook his head and before you could finish your sentence, he was cupping your cheek–something that he’s never done before–and guiding you back to his lips. And this time, his tongue swiped against your lip, making you gasp quietly.

“You taste like candy.” His gaze fixated on your lips.

“I didn’t know you could…” You had to stop for a second to catch your breath. And it wasn’t just because of his exceptional kissing, but it was the beat of your heart, of all of your love. “...you could kiss like that.”

“What can I say?” He tilted his head with a teasing look. “I guess I have a sweet tooth.”

“Trust me on this,” Younghoon whined. “I followed the instructions to the very dot. They’ll taste good. Promise.”

You eyed him skeptically but still, you picked up one of the cookies that he had baked. They looked a little… off, but it should be fine. Taking a bite, you took note of the odd texture, and then the taste started to register on your tongue.

You coughed. You choked. And then you threw the cookie back on the plate. 

“Bitter,” You gagged. “It’s so bitter.”

“What?” He cried. “Are you kidding me–”

Your eyes lit up once you remembered your boyfriend who was sitting next to you on the couch. He was busy on his computer, doing some sort of work report but you ignored that, turning to him and grasping his collar tightly. You pulled him in, pressing your lips to his, causing him to let out a small “mmph” in surprise.

But almost instantly, he turned into jelly from your touch, a smile growing on his lips as his eyes fluttered close. He had tried to deepen it desperately but you pulled away shortly after, leaving him to chase after your lips adorably.

Younghoon gawked. “I’m right here.”

“So?” You shrugged, smiling innocently. “At least he tastes sweet.”

“Oh my god,” Younghoon mumbled, getting up to throw the cookies into the garbage can. 

Meanwhile, Hyunjae was staring at you in a daze, his cheeks flushed. But, he quickly recovered and he was quick to pounce on you, pressing kisses all over you once Younghoon had left.

“A warning next time would be great.”

He was now hovering over you on the couch, caging you under his arms and his computer long forgotten. The position left you flushing but it was also the perfect one to knee him in the stomach.

He winced in pain. "What was that for?"

"A warning, you said," You mocked. "When literally yesterday you kissed me up against a wall in your own workplace."

"That's an exception." He smirked. "You liked it, didn't you?"

"I..." You blushed, remembering the way he had kissed you so fervently, dressed in that suit and tie, the thrill of getting caught still running through your veins. "It was alright."

"Sure, sweetheart," He whispered in a teasing tone. He looked annoying handsome like this, with that amused smile that contrasted his soft, loving gaze. "Then I'll make sure you like this one."

Oh, how you despised him.

And then his lips were on yours again, swallowing up any shy noises that threatened to escape you. But just before he did, he had whispered three quiet words against your lips.

"I love you."

And how you loved him too.

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could u please write spencer reid with male reader who hasn’t had a great childhood so he never experienced bubbles, coloring books or parks since his parents just never cared :( so he’s more childish than a normal adult but spencer js loves him and gives him all the color books and blows all the bubbles possible for him 😭

The Childish Kind of Love

Spencer Reid x Male!reader(he/him pronouns)

Summary: reader opens up about his childhood and Spencer does his best to fix what was broken

CW: mentions of childhood neglect, self conscious reader, a little angst, minor cursing

A/N: This is me coming out of my very random and long hiatus. I just kind of lost my motivation there for a little bit BUT IM BACK!! This is such a cute idea and I had so much fun writing this❤️

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“God Y/N you’re such a child.”

The laughter at the table stops abruptly, three out of the four of you taken aback from the sudden quip. You look to your other friend sitting across from you at the table, a genuinely confused expression on your face.

“Excuse me?”

Her eyes drill into your own and her voice is dripping with venom as she repeats herself.

“I said, you’re such a child Y/N.”

You don’t really know what to say to that, considering how abrupt the comment was and the fact that it came from none other than one of your closest friends. She had been a little quiet during the whole meet-up but you had just chalked it up to a late night out or a sour day. You certainly hadn’t been expecting this. She took your silence as an invitation to continue.

“I mean, I personally don’t even want to be around you anymore. All you ever want to do is talk about things like comic books and cartoons when the rest of us grew out of that shit by age seven.” She scoffed

You can feel your heart start to sink. You push yourself further into the booth seat, looking anywhere but at your friends.

“I…. I’m sorry I didn’t know I was annoying you guys with that stuff.” You press your lips into a thin line and swallow the growing lump in your throat.

She continued, ignoring the quiet apology.

“I mean seriously, you make dumb, unfunny jokes that we only laugh at because we don’t want you to feel bad about your childish sense of humor. When we hang out, it feels more like a babysitting job without the pay.”

You gain the courage to look at the other two of the group for some sort of sign that any of this was a lie. You were hoping it was all some sick joke and you guys could just go back to laughing and drinking coffee together like you usually would.

One of them just avoids eye contact, guilt written all over his face as he plays with his hands. The other looks like she’s trying not to laugh.

You can feel your heart breaking into little pieces at that moment. You clench your jaw in an effort to keep the tears in your eyes as you stood up. You internally thank yourself for deciding to sit on the outside of the booth, because at least now you can make a quick getaway.

“Well then,” you pull out your wallet and take out a couple of bills to pay for the coffee, slapping them on the cool metal table.

“Consider this your paycheck.”

Before they could say anything more, you promptly turn on your heal and make your way towards the exit.

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By the time Spencer got home, it was already dark outside and you had been crying for god knows how long.

The door opened with a slight squeak as light from the hallway illuminated the small apartment.

“Y/N?”

You could hear the floorboards creak when he stepped into the space, following the sound of the front door shutting with a click.

You stood up from your half-sitting-half-laying down position on the couch and immediately ran over to wrap your arms around his waist. After what happened this morning, all you wanted to do was hear his voice and feel his body heat.

He wrapped his arms around you in return, putting one hand under your shirt to rub soothing motions up and down your back. You could feel the tears coming back as you replayed what your friend said in your mind over and over.

“You’re such a child”

“The rest of us grew out of that shit by age seven”

“Spencer?” Your voice is slightly muffled by his shoulder when you speak, but he hears you.

“Hm?” He hums quietly.

“Do you think I’m too childish?”

He pulls back slightly to look at your face, his expression puzzled.

“No, why on earth would you ever think that?”

You avoid his eyes when you speak again. “It’s just-“ you stop and take a deep breath, realizing that this is something you want to tell him. It might do you some good to get it off your chest after all these years.

You pull away from Spencer and take his hand, leading him away from the front door and towards the couch. The two of you sit down on the small sofa, and you take another deep breath in preparation for this conversation.

“Earlier today I went out with my closer friends, and found out that hanging out with me is comparable to ‘babysitting without the pay’” you add air quotes to the last bit and let out a dry laugh.

Spencer stayed quiet, waiting for you to continue.

You sighed and looked down at your hands, trying to figure out the right words to say.

“When I was a kid, my parents weren’t exactly…attentive to my needs.” You started, swallowing the oncoming tears “I was the result of an unplanned pregnancy so they never cared that much about me.”

“When they weren’t out getting drunk or high, they were acting like I didn’t even exist. They couldn’t even bother to pick me up from school or feed me, so you could imagine their reactions when I would ask them to go somewhere fun or to buy me a simple coloring book.”

Tears were now flowing freely down your face, dripping onto your hands as you tried to steady your breathing. It seemed stupid that you were crying over such a simple thing.

Spencer pulled you closer to him on the couch, making you lift your head up to look at him. His expression was a soft one. It wasn’t a look of pity, it was a look of understanding.

He gently wiped your face with the sleeve of his cardigan before speaking.

“Give me a list.”

“What?”

“Give me a list of things you didn’t get to do as a kid, and we’ll do them.”

He smiled when your eyes went wide with surprise.

“Um, I don’t have a specific list but….I’ve never blown bubbles before.”

“Alright, get your shoes on, we’re going on an adventure.” He gets up from the couch, bringing you with him to the door.

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The two of you were now standing in a park, in the middle of the nights, with cheap blowing bubbles in hand.

Opening up the bottle, you were immediately hit with a soapy smell that made your nose burn.

“Are you sure these are safe to use?” You ask, pulling out the tiny wand inside the bottle and staring at it like it was another life form instead of just a piece of plastic

Spencer laughed at your hesitance and opened his bottle as well. “Yes, I’m sure.”

“Sooo, how do you do this, exactly?”

“You just dip the wand into the soap mixture, and blow through it.”

You dip the wand back down into the bottle and bring it to your lips, gently blowing into it.

A stream of bubbles flow from the wand before you can’t blow any more without dipping it back into the container.

You stare in childish wonder as they float down to the ground, popping on the blades of grass

“Magical, right?” Spencer laughs before blowing some of his own bubbles.

You continue to stare at them floating downwards, laughing as you blow some more and attempt to catch one in your hands. You frown when it pops and leaves a sticky residue behind.

“Not very durable, huh?” You say as you wipe your hands on your shirt.

“No, not at all. In fact, the bubbles are made up of three layers; an inner and outer layer made up of soap and a layer of water in between, like a water sandwich. Water evaporating from the bubble film is what makes it pop.” Spencer smiles at you, clearly proud of the built-in encyclopedia of information he has in his brain.

You move towards him and wrap your arms around his waist before pecking his cheeks, then his lips. He squeezes you closer when you try to pull away, drawing out the kiss longer than you intended.

When you finally pull away, he smiles a sweet thing.

“Well, was the bubble-blowing Everything you wanted and more?” He asks as he gently grabs your hands and runs over the ridges of your knuckles with his thumbs

“Yes, I’d say it was.” You beamed.

You both stand in silence for what felt like forever before he brings his hands up to your face, cupping it lightly.

His lips were pressed into a thin line, his brows furrowed as if he was trying to think of something. Then he spoke.

“I love you so much Y/N, childish or not, and screw anyone who willingly misses out on your amazing personality just because they think they’re too grown up for it.”

Tears started to well in your eyes for the third time that night. Except this time, it wasn’t because of pain or sadness or your shitty friends.

“Thank you, Spencer.”

And before he could speak, you pulled him in for a kiss that tasted only of blowing bubbles and happiness.

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Let me know what you think!

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[longwuzhere]

Some cool Easter eggs I caught watching My Adventures with Superman that I want to show to people so they can be in on it with comic book readers

My episode 1 easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

My episode 2 easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

My episode 3 easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

My episode 4 easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

My episode 5 easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

My episode 6 easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

My episode 7 easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here and here

My episode 8 easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

My episode 10 easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

(SPOILERS if you haven't seen the show yet):

After what happened to Clark in the last episode we see that Lois, Jimmy, and the Newskid Legion are searching all over Metropolis for him and they name drop some location found in Metropolis.

As you can see from the map of Metropolis in the DC Heroes role playing manual, Park Ridge and Bakerline are one of the six boroughs of Metropolis. Park Ridge makes its first appearance in the Adventures of Superman #447 (1988) while Bakerline first appeared in Action Comics #599 (1988)

As the General is interrogating Clark we het a hologram flashback to his time with Waller in the army and Waller name drops the General's first name Sam. So we can conclude that the General is General Sam Lane (this is double confirmed in the next episode).

Sam Lane makes his first appearance in the silver age in Superman Girl Friend, Lois Lane #13 (1959). He's the typical farmer dad that Superman saves and meets. Nothing too special about it.

Now, GENERAL Sam Lane makes his first appearance in the Adventures of Superman #424 (1986)

Like her MAwS counterpart, Lois' relationship with her dad is VERY strained as you can tell by the panels here from the comic (W: Marv Wolfman, P: Jerry Ordway, I: Mike Machlan, C: Tony Ziuko, L: John Costanza). In the comics he wanted a son and Lois became that stand-in whenever he was around and that ruined their familial relationship. And much like his MAwS counterpart he deeply cares about his wife who we can assume he lost some time ago in the past. Also will we see a Lucy Lane in MAwS? Who knows.

Man of Steel, typical moniker for Superman, you're guaranteed to have that in any Superman media.

Slade actually loses his eye to match his comic book counterpart.

Later in the ep we see him with the eyepatch. Matches with his comic book counterpart as seen in this fantastic piece by Deathstroke co-creator, George Perez.

After the Superman Revenge Squad Task Force X escape thanks to Ivo absorbing more and more electrical energy he comes this giant kaiju sized monster rampaging across Metropolis with an axe to grind at Superman. The glowy bits on him remind me so much of Shin Godzilla. Oh and btw if you want to see the Justice League fight 2 very well known kaiju, preorder Justice League vs Godzilla vs Kong. Heres the trailer for it:

The first issue goes on sale in October 17th.

With the way Lois is worried about Clark here it gives off very Death of Superman vibes kinda like this page from Superman #75 (1992) by Dan Jurgens, Brett Breeding, Glenn Whitmore, and John Costanza.

Jimmy is usually labeled as Superman's best friend/pal so that's a given when a reference like that shows up

As the names scrolled up on Jimmy's IG-esque live stream we see some familiar names. The first is a reference Josie Campbell, the producer for the cartoon and the latter two are references to Superman support characters.

Pete Ross is Clark's childhood friend who first appeared in Superboy #86 (1960) by Robert Bernstein and George Papp.

In the comic Pete keeps scrutinizing Clark and he suspect that Pete might be on to his Superboy identity, but it turns out he just wanted Clark to play Superboy in the high school play. In like most Superman origins and media, Pete Ross is always Clark's best friend, but here in MAwS Jimmy takes up that role as friend of Clark but in this case its since they were in freshmen year of college.

Like Pete Ross, Lana Lang was also a childhood friend of Clark's ad also his love interest when they were teenagers.

Lana makes her first appearance in Superboy #10 (1950) by Bill Finger, John Sikela, and Ed Debrotka. In the comic Lana becomes a house guest for the Kents while her parents are away and she begins to suspect Clark and Superboy are the same person. Most Superman origins and other media usually have Lana and Clark be childhood sweethearts back in Kansas and she will occasionally show up in Clark's life again when they are adults.

After Clark punches through the Parasite body to get to Ivo we see the body just freeze there kinda like Shin Godzilla at the end of the movie. Btw go watch Shin Godzilla, Shin Ultraman, Shin Kamen Rider, fantastic trio of movies! Shin Ultraman is a better Superman movie than Man of Steel.

At the end of the ep Amanda Waller takes over Task Force X and name drops Checkmate. The organization first appeared in Action Comics #598 (1988) (cover by John Byrne) where Checkmate is a branch of Task Force X that was founded by Amanda Waller as a government intelligence agency. Like with most spy organization in the DC universe, they are shady AF. In their debut they legit kill a high ranking official from a different country in the name of "American safety".

Thank you for getting this far down in the post. Be sure to check out the other posts to see what other easter eggs and references were in the previous episodes:

My episode 1 easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

My episode 2 easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

My episode 3 easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

My episode 4 easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

My episode 5 easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

My episode 6 easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

My episode 7 easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here and here

My episode 8 easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

My episode 10 easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

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Baby first Halloween ( morden au) 3/4

tsu'tey x reader

Happy Halloween month or spooky scary skeleton season, here is the started my first Halloween holiday or month one shote. I hope you all enjoy it.

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Marrying your best friend Tsu'tey made you happy as you two had been close since childhood, and grew closer together over the years. Always making sure to celebrate holidays together with each other and everyone else closer to the duo. Once you and tsu'tey had started dating celebrating the holiday had changed as well, and soon getting married had changed some stuff as well. The thing that had changed everything for the couple as the start of a family and welcoming their new family members their son.

y/n " good morning my little spider and happy halloween month, or to your uncles spooky scary skeleton season" you had entered spider bedroom as he was already up, and wanting out from his crib or baby jail in tsutey and jake terms.

y/n " now come on lets get this day started" you had gotten spider out of his crib and went downstairs with him, soon place them down on the rug and turning on the tv.

y/n " wait here sweetie mommy going to get you some breakfast" you had soon walked awya from spider he was sad that you left but soon become happy, when he heard the song of the cartoon. You had gotten done making him something for breakfast, when you heard clapping and laughing.

y/n " what made you so happy sweetie" spider soon pointed at the tv that was showing singing cartoon pumpkins and ghost, spider seem to be having a good time.

y/n " oh that it halloween honey" you soon gave spider a bottle and some small cut up piece of fruit, he started eating while watching the show always falling out laughing.

y/n " oh yes this will be you first Halloween with us honey, and even your cousin as well both of you will be celebrating this holiday"

????? " already trying to get him hook onto halloween"

y/n " well good morning handsome" you got up from the rug and walked toward tsutey kissing him.

tsu'tey " well I had to rush down here when I heard my son laughing so little buddy what go you, in laughing so much" spider soon points at the tv getting Tsu’tey attend as he saw the halloween cartoon.

tsu'tey " oh yes halloween this month so have you already plan the kiddo outfit"

y/n " maybe"

Tsu’tey " I'm going to take that maybe as a yes"

y/n " yes I found the cute family Halloween set for all three of us" spider and Tsu’tey soon looked at you, soon smile had grown on their faces.

Tsu’tey " I should of know that right away"

y/n " come on it will be fun and make a perfect picture to add here"

Tsu’tey " I wouldn't mind have some more cute pictures of handsome little guy" tsu'tey had picked up spider and soon started ticking his bellying making the boy laugh, and smile brightly.

tsu'tey " so little man will you be wearing anything your mama tries to get on you or will it be a fight"

y/n " well it going to be something we will all love so much and maybe we can get some candy while trick and treating"

Tsu’tey " but he can't eat candy"

y/n " well yes I know that but who eating the babies candy when it not the babies themselves"

Tsu’tey " us"

y/n " yes silly when he gets older he will soon be maybe to eat candy"

Tsu’tey " oh then he will be more hyper then he already this ... ahh sorry" spider had heard Tsu’tey words and seem to hit his father arm while glaring at him, soon spider was reaching out to you. You started laughing while taking spider from Tsu’tey arms and look at him.

Tsu’tey " oh buddy I'm sorry daddy didn't mean to make fun of you" spider that frist was not believing Tsu’tey but soon changed his mood, when Tsu’tey had taken him from you and did airplane with him.

Y/n " you two are funny and always cute" you soon kissed spider forehead and soon kissed tsu'tey as well.

tsu'tey " well I'm off to I wil see you two later today and I will pick up dinner on the way home"

y/n " that is lovely oh yes my bother and neytiri were wondering if we plan to join for for the fall festival, as this time it different as well have kids"

tsu'tey " well I will tell Jake yes when I see him today and you can tell neytiri on your guys walk"

y/n " okay bye my husband"

tsu'tey " bye my beautiful wife" soon Tsu’tey had left home leaving the mother and son to watch cartoons for a little while longer, until they left to join up with neytiri and baby neteyam for their stroll and talk. This was going to be an amazing Halloween and fall for spider and neteyam as their parents had shown them the good parts of halloween, getting very cute pictures as an result of the two babies having good time.

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prussia x reader: childish games

Hello Lovelies~ Was ridiculously bored at work, and this silliness was birthed. Please enjoy!

Over the years, you had compiled a list of all the things you most loved about your husband, and somehow, only slightly surprising, his zest for life and the itch to have fun easily slotted its way into your top ten.

 For someone nearing 1000 (a fact you loved teasing him with), you would have thought that he would have grown more reserved by now, bored and listless with the world. But the truth was that he was restless, and rarely allowed for a single dull moment.

 And while you had grown yourself- maturity and social obligations demanding a certain image, he had a knack for making you forget all of it, embracing that whimsy and playful energy that you refused to completely abandon in your childhood.

 Which was what often led to moments like these.

 Gil was sitting across from you at a table in some cafe in Constanța, eyebrows furrowed in an almost comical way as he glared down at the series of incomplete triangles on your napkin.

 A little riddle or trick- you couldn't really decide which- you had briefly remembered from your childhood, one you knew would annoy your husband to no end.

 As much as you loved him, he did have a habit of over-complicating things.

 So far, his guesses had all followed a pattern you had expected: an ECG, a triangular sound wave, and then he rambled off something nearly incoherent involving quantum theory which had you giving him a Look. Seeing your expression at that last one had him offering you an embarrassed half-smile, before he went back to staring at the napkin with annoyance. "I'm going to hate myself when you tell me, right?"

 It wasn't really a question, but you hummed in acknowledgement, fighting and failing to hide your grin. "Probably."

 To his credit, he had more guesses, a couple theories, even asked if it had something to do with your own work, eyes slanting towards you in curious consideration. When you shot that down as well, he huffed melodramatically in defeat, flopping back into his chair and gesturing magnanimously towards the offending piece of recycled paper and its 18 unassuming little lines.

 "Alright; you win. Hit me with it."

 You were enjoying this way too much, but you couldn't help it; he brought out the best and worst in you. "Sure you don't want another guess?"

 "Can't you just put me out of my misery instead?"

 You leveled him with another look, fond and irritated all at once, catching too easily on the smile hidden in his words. "No martyrdom before supper."

 "Wow. Rude."

 Ignoring his comment, you spoke with perhaps a little too much presumption. "Gilbert Wilhelm? Prepare for me to blow your little mind."

 "You already do that every day." You bit your lip at his fond murmur, digging in your pocket for a different colored pen. Carrying an assortment had become a bit of a habit as of late; Gil was constantly losing his, and sometimes you just needed a change from the monotony of black-and-white. 

 Finally, you pulled out a purple, a good offset to the black. Pulling the napkin back into drawing range, you motioned for him to watch.

 You took it slow, intentionally choosing the option that would take the longest for him to guess. He loved puzzles and thought experiments, and you wanted to savor this for as long as possible.

 Starting with the furthest edge, you connected every third triangle with an inverse arc, the temporary image almost reminding you of the base of cartoon campfires. Gil was hovering over your shoulder now, having swapped chairs sometime in the past few moments.

 You paused, intentionally drew your pen away long enough for him to analyze the new data, catalog the latest information. Some part of you had a feeling he would be trying the same trick on Vlad at the conference tomorrow, and you couldn't fight your smile. "Want me to keep going, or do you want another minute?"

 He hummed after a moment- a quiet acquiescence.

 For a moment, you stared at your work in progress, contemplating your next move. With a small quirk to your lips, you scribbled what looked like three clouds, one for the top of each of the tallest triangles.

 "Was zum Teufel," Gil demanded eloquently.

 That was enough to finally make you giggle, turning to him with a smirk and a feigned attempt at innocence. He leveled you with a look of his own, before indicating with a pointed glance that you needed to continue.

 You waggled your eyebrows in playful amusement, now turning to add two dots to each of the three connected shapes, followed by another cloud-like doodle at the based of each of the three tallest triangles.

 As it stood, you could argue for some funky mountains or some kind of sailboat, but you were only half finished.

 "One more guess?" you asked in an effort to be nice, to at least sound like you weren't secretly enjoying his suffering. Instead of a proper answer, your ruse easily seen through, you received a poke at your waist, the lightest threat to continue.

 Biting your lip, trying not to flinch away, you added six arrows- two per shape, each facing the center of its respective shape from the left and the right.

 "Wait..." Gil's voice was scarcely a whisper at this point, teasing your neck. "Are those..?"

 With a small triangle and two quick flourishes each, you announced the final results with pride, no longer holding back your giddy grin. "Behold: Three Cats in Party Hats!"

 It was worth it just to see him bringing his palm to his forehead, hiding his face in his hand. You could see him fighting a smile though, and knew the last few minutes had done more than enough to help him out of his prior languor.

 "I hate you sometimes; you know that?"

 It was too affectionate to be true.

 "Love you, too."

Inspired by my remembering learning this about 20-ish years ago from some random guy while I was helping out at a market stall. He also taught me how to draw a cat by stacking C-A-T atop each other. Anyway, have some kitties~

#prussia x reader #aph prussia #aph gilbert beilschmidt #gilbert beilschmidt #gilbert beilschmidt x reader #readerfic #hello lovelies! #my art #this is pure silliness but i'm not apologizing #eh formatting later

[cheylouwho]

i’ve been thinking about this a lot lately and i want to hear someone from SPHS’s thoughts.

i know you’ve noticed the “tiktok” fan base- the ones that only watch clips of the show and then say they’re fans. i read one of your posts talking about these types of fans and making blatantly incorrect headcanons. that’s something that bugs me, but another thing that bugs me is the fact i do not believe south park is tiktokable. i’ll use family guy as a comparison for my points.

first of all, compared to family guy, the humor is different, pretty much everything they explained in the cartoon wars two parter explains what i mean, m&t are not fans of interchangeable jokes and are able to give characters emotional progression throughout the episode. that’s one huge factor, i hope you get what i’m trying to imply with that. m&t are passionate about their story telling and it pays off in their episodes. i know not EVERY SINGLE joke follows this, but there are jokes made better by understanding the characters and the circumstance of the episode. the episodes work best in their entirety. (that was difficult to explain so i fear it can be misinterpreted easily)

the characters are another thing i want to mention. i watched the episode TSST with two friends awhile ago, one of which who had never seen an episode and didn’t understand cartmans character. she kept asking questions about him, or said how weird his hitler obsession was. the other friend hadn’t finished south park and said he hated cartmans character and it’s hes one of the bad pieces of the show. i believe even if you don’t like cartman as a personal preference thing, you should at least appreciate him as a character and his placement, it’s hard to understand him (despite us watching an episode that really dives into him, they still didn’t know much about him before). with family guy, one episode is enough to grasp the character, hell, even a single scene is i’d say, while m&t are very good at developing and fleshing out character personalities over time. it’s why they can pull off making sad episodes (like kenny dies and assburgers), heartwarming episodes (like tweek x craig and even bits of episodes like in raisins) all while still being a comedy show. they understand how to make the characters react in a way that can make you feel something while maintaining a good amount of jokes in the episode.

i dont know, theres more i could add but i’m just writing whatever comes to mind first so it might make no sense or it might be wrong. also, i’m by no means an old fan. i’ve rewatched the series quite a few times, watched commentaries, researched through wiki pages and am constantly trying to better my knowledge of the show, but i know i’m not quite there yet and could just be making a mistake GAHAH

No anon, I actually totally get this and agree 100%. SP as a show is not something that works well with out of context clips (and even then, the ones that do work are usually from very early in an episode before the plot fully gets established and stakes as drawn). Until pre s18 when they started soft continuity (and then s19-21s full continuity, after that is a whole other discussion entirely), the shows syndicated nature did make it easier to hop into any episode and watch it in its entirety and enjoy it without much prior knowledge of the show or it's characters. However, even then, you really needed to watch the *whole* episode to get the big picture of it's message.

And I get it, SP full length episodes are not as accessible as they once were. People these days don't know how or aren't willing to pirate things if they don't have the streaming service SP is hosted on, and beyond that, south park used to be free to watch on their website. Like, that's how I ended up catching up on the show when I finally decided to take it all in other than a handful of episodes and scenes I'd seen during my childhood back in 2013. It was all entirely available (save for Super Best Friends, 200 and 201, which I had to go track down on other websites) for free, with ads unless you used an ad blocker, right at your fingertips. And that's how M+T wanted SP to be consumed, because they explicitly noted that they didn't care about making money on streamed episodes, they cared about getting their show out there. (I will have to go find that interview, I know it's somewhere).

But still, regardless of that, you're right. SP is not something that you can consume short form as a brief tiktok video, and that's why I think we have newer fans with such big gaps in knowledge that seem like they would be easy to fill in. It's not that they're being willfully ignorant, they're just being fed a very piecemeal version of the show through social media, which is how we get people thinking Pip is a he//llpa//rk OC (augh!!! dont get me started) instead of realizing this dude was actually in the fucking show, or headcanons that are very easy to contradict with canon itself by watching like 3 episodes. That's not me knocking HCs btw, go wild and do whatever you want, but these people don't even know it's ooc, and that's a little troublesome. I've made some outlandish character decisions in the past but I at least KNEW they were not evidence based.

What that means for the fandom down the road I don't know, and its made a lot of discussion and analysis more shallow-- it's so hard outside of my SPHS friend group to find good breakdowns these days. I'm hoping maybe something will change, but who knows.

TLDR fuck tiktok and its watering down of media

#south park #analysis #fandom analysis #anon whoever you are can you message me???? i wanna follow you you sound cool

[agrossofworms]

being trans is giving yourself the 10 year old boy childhood you longed so fiercely for in your 20’s.

its the same as it was in 2009– crouched on the floor on a blanket, a cartoon movie playing in the background as i hunt through the pile of pieces for my older brother and father. he got an x-wing, i got the lego friends set— which took 20 minutes to assemble and was all pink and purple. my dad had a beer and my brother had a bottle of soda. i was sent to bed before they finished.

its the same as 2020– my older brother crouched over the legos while i sit on his bed. he’s hitting a vape that he hid from our mom. our dad is playing assassins creed. my brother sneaks me one of the white claws he stashed. it tastes fucking awful.

but now its 2023, and you’re 22, with 22 year old money. two weeks ago you went and bought two lego sets— two cars. you like cars now. you get a ferrari and a lamborghini. the ferrari sits on your disaster of a shelf while you jet off to your friend’s place two states away on the drop of a hat. you used your 22-year-old money on that, too. when you come home, you move it around for a couple of days. setting up the new room that you’ll be in just shy of a year, making it your save haven all over again.

this room is your own. nobody but you has been in it in any meaningful way yet. you pick a cartoon movie to put on, just like you used to. when you were eight, it was scooby doo. the haunted fall town movie, specifically. now, you choose spirited away and let it play as you slice open the bags and take a drag at your dab pen. this car is red— one of your favorite colors. youre sitting in your brother’s hand me downs in a room that smells like weed and vanilla.

you have a mustache now. you’ve got a collection of tattoos. you’ve got muscle, you’re stronger and your voice is deeper and oh lord do you reek, but you’re so damn happy to be where you are. the ferrari sits half-built as you go downstairs to grab a snack, switching on lights for your dad when he gets home. you’ll run downstairs to show him your progress, and it will mean more to him than you know. you got two cars so he could have one in his office at work, and you could have one in your room.

you look just like your dad. it’s more of a comfort now than it is a fear. you love him. you feel inexplicably closer to eight, when you were your dad’s little girl and he was your hero. now youre 22 and he’s 54 and he’s still your hero. now you’re just his mini-me.

being trans is repairing the wounds that poor little girl never even understood. its bridging the gap, slowly and tenderly, rebuilding and reinforcing the ties that bind. it’s telling that little boy inside that it’s okay, he’ll get there one day.

#web weaving #trans

[lolotheparagon]

One of the dumbest things I think you've ever said was that cartoon fans hate children because they don't like how certain child characters are written or because they think a reboot of a kids show is badly written. Like, you do understand there's a difference, right? Yeah, I totally want children dead or something because I children's entertainment can be better than those soulless, ugly nursery rhyme compilation videos that children are addicted to. Logic.

Cartoon fans always have a warped idea how children actually are. Because they forget WE WERE kids. Whenever they see a little kid character who is slightly overbearing and overenergetic, yknow what a little kid IS, the fandom calls the character "annoying", "brat" etc. And god forbid if a teenage character was their point of contention

I remember watching Transformers Prime and I thought Miko was my fave out of the human teens the Autobots looked after. Yet Ive seen so many fans complaining she was a rude, impulsive, bratty bitch and found her excitable attitude around the Autobots "annoying" because how DARE a 14 year old acts stupid and is excited to hang out with giant robots.

And this stems to how cartoon fans view children who are fans as well. I was in the brony fandom and I noticed whenever the show introduced more characters or spin offs for the sake of toys, a lot of bronies groaned how its so "girly" and "not what the show is" aka anything remotely marketable and feminine whatsoever. And they got mad when kids loved it cos it reminded them they're watching a girl's show. They outright pilloried G3 fans for liking such a baby's show when Friendship is Magic is literally no different than g3 outside of more consistent characters and its funnier. Heck, even when G5 came along and there was a poll of who their fave main character was and Pipp, the most feminine of the group who was a social media savant, had the least votes. Whereas Izzy, the g5 Pinkie Pie, was at no. 1. (which goes to show how cartoon fanbases are extremely biased to wacky comic relief characters with quasi-neurodivergent traits) Also I was exposed to a lot of fucked up shit, the porn of this fandom was unfiltered and incredibly easy to access on youtube and google. (this was before youtube kids was a thing) This is the same fandom that brought us Cupcakes and Fallout Equestria and Rarity's New Designs. All from a show thats about horse puppies being friends. And as for the little kids who were surrounded by this content, no wonder they grew up traumatised. Cos bronies didnt give a single pissing shit about the children. Look up brony horror stories. You'll see why.

Cartoon fandoms have this preconceived notion to muscle children out of the picture as possible so they can feel more secure watching kids shows without their parents judging them. They hate being reminded that the stuff they watch IS FOR KIDS IN THE FIRST PLACE. But the problem is 75% of media out there is made for children in mind. Star Wars, Disney, Pixar movies, Dreamworks movies, Batman, Spiderman, Marvel, Pokemon, Animal Crossing, Transformers etc.

As for the bad reboot angle, I always firmly believed the phrase "This X REBOOT RUINED MY CHILDHOOD" is always a defensive way of saying: "THIS CHILDRENS PROPERTY IS NOT IMMEDIATELY CATERING TO ME >:(" Like they treat a reboot like its an act of betrayal when its just a piece of media changing and evolving with the generations to appeal to the newer ones. If you want the same show you watched as a kid, just watch the original thing on youtube or collect dvds and merch of it. But if you want to watch this reboot, you've got to realise change is what reboots do and if you get mad at the small/big changes a reboot makes...

You're literally Patchy in this scene

As long as a show doesnt push racist/sexist/bigoted or any problematic themes in their faces, its fine. If the kids love it, the reboots done its job.

And as for the quality of children's entertainment, I dont really give a shit what soulless nursery rhyme collection or sanitised fluff kids watch. We all had our mindless fluff we watched as kids and we didnt get scarred for life because of it.

Just...leave the kids alone. Just act like adults and manage your shit carefully. Let the kids enjoy what they enjoy and for the love of god DONT GET SO FUCKING DEFENSIVE OVER LIKING A CARTOON AIMED AT BABIES. ITS ONLY WEIRD WHEN YOU MAKE IT WEIRD.

#tw bronies #cartoon fandoms suck #these ppl jus dont know how to adult #or how to interact with children normally #my head hurts

[inevitablemoment]

Love Me Whatever (Forever)

Word Count: 485

Warnings: Mentions of past spousal death from cancer

Fandom: Ghostbusters

Pairings: Egon Spengler x Janine Melnitz

Yay! This is my first time writing for Janegon, and I’m so excited! I mostly wrote this as a gift for @ariel-seagull-wings, so I hope you enjoy it!

Set in my AU where Cathleen still dies, but Egon keeps custody of Callie and ends up remarrying to Janine. This fic is set on Valentine’s Day 1985, so Callie had her fourth birthday the previous month.

I mention an OC of mine, Janine’s sister Pauline Melnitz, briefly.

Enjoy!

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“Again, I am sorry that we had to postpone date night again,” Egon apologized as he brushed Callie’s hair.

“Egon, I told you, I’m not mad,” Janine reassured him. “I’m the one taking all the calls, so I know how exhausting it’s getting. I’m just glad we convinced Peter to hire Pauline as extra help.”

Even though Callie’s focus had mainly been on the cartoon that was playing on the TV, she did speak up. “I like Pauline-- she’s funny.”

Janine smiled. Pauline had once entertained the idea of becoming a teacher, but decided that she would be all in on her dream of becoming a famous novelist.

“She told me that you went to Disneyland,” Callie told her.

“We did,” Janine recalled. “I got to meet Cinderella-- I almost fainted!”

Callie laughed at Janine’s exaggeration, and Egon set the brush aside.

“Okay-- bath time,” he told Callie.

Callie made a whining noise. “No!”

In her short years of living, Callie knew that each step in her nighttime routine was a step closer to her bedtime.

“Callie, please-- you do this every night, and it hasn’t changed anything before,” Egon tried reasoning with her, even though it never worked in the past.

“No!” Callie repeated.

“Hey, Callie, how about I give you your bath, and your dad and I will read you two books before bed?” Janine suggested.

Callie considered the offer before saying, “Okay.”

Janine was able to keep Callie entertained in the bath with her bath toys and telling her another story about her childhood Disneyland vacation. Callie always loved hearing Janine talk about her childhood in the same way that he loved hearing Egon’s stories about growing up. And Janine fulfilled her promise; she and Egon each read a book to Callie.

Both Egon and Janine kissed her goodnight.

“Good night, baby,” he whispered.

“Good night, Daddy,” Callie said.

“Good night, Callie,” Janine smiled.

“Good night, Ima.”

Both Egon and Janine froze as they began to walk out of Callie’s bedroom.

Ima.

That was Hebrew for “mother.”

Janine looked at Egon, trying to read his expression to guess what he would be thinking about his child calling his girlfriend of barely three months “mommy.”

She remembered when she had first entered the firehouse when she had found the ad in the paper, and she had seen Egon trying to entertain this beautiful child. Egon had described Callie as being the image of her mother, but Janine could pick out the pieces of him in her visage and personality easily.

Janine didn’t ever want to disrespect Cathleen’s memory, but she knew that it was also true that Callie barely had any memories of her mother. Cathleen had been diagnosed only a few months after Callie’s first birthday, and died two months after her second birthday.

But, somehow, she still felt a sense of pride at Callie’s words.

A sense that she was... cherished.

#My Writing #Janegon #Janine Melnitz #Egon Spengler #Callie Spengler #Mentions of Cathleen #Egon x Janine #Egon Spengler x Janine Melnitz #Ghostbusters #OTP: Do You Have Any Hobbies? #IWTKYS Janegon AU #Harold Ramis #Annie Potts #TW Past Spousal Death

[kickingitwithkirk]

Greetings from Austin

Summary: Jensen and Jared are at odds over a monumental decision that changes their lives in a way they couldn’t have envisioned.

Pairing: Alpha!Jensen Ackles x Alpha!Jared Padalecki x Omega!OFC

Word Count: 3689

Warnings:  a/b/o, J2 are married/mated, homophobia, bisexuality, biphobia, angst, cursing, jealousy, depression/anxiety, medical stuff, sexual dysfunction, infertility, IVF, surrogacy

*additional warnings to be added in future parts.

A/N: Here we go again with one my weird as hell dreams, series Inspired by this art.

A/N II: There is no intentional hate or malevolence intended towards any of the Ackles or Padalecki families. This is a purely fictional piece containing real and created persons/names/events set in the fictional A/B/O verse. Some dates/events were altered to fit the story.

*no beta-all mistakes are mine

*divider by @writeyourmindaway​​​​​​

*images found online

Part III

September 8th

7:30 am

Jensen was sitting in the makeup chair, clenching his substantial coffee container to help warm his hands after spending a second, uncomfortable night in his trailer on location.

Vancouver had an unusual cold snap this time of year, and with the covid restrictions, the director decided that everyone would stay on the site until done filming the scenes.

While Jensen wasn’t happy about the weather, missing his two-legged heater, he was also grateful for a brief break from Jared now that they were heading towards the next phase of their lives, starting their family.

Jensen jokingly said they needed a code name since they planned on keeping he, she, or they a secret, even from their families, until birth; Jared, being Jared, was trying out every cartoon from their childhoods. 

“Penny for your thoughts,” Frida says as she applies more concealer under his eyes, hiding the darkened skin from not sleeping well. 

“Huh?”

“You asked about my new job and haven’t heard anything I’ve said; wanna talk about it?”

“Sorry, just not focusing very well today.”

“Yeah, we’re all feeling out of sorts with this being the last couple of days. Too bad this virus messed everything up. It would’ve been a hell of a send-off if everybody could have been here.”

Jensen couldn’t believe after fifteen years; he had only two days left to be Dean Winchester. 

Alex and Misha left after finishing their scenes, but Jim Beaver was back. It was only fitting for Bobby Singer to be there at the end, having been such a pivotal influence in the brothers' lives. 

Frida continued chatting about random things while working when a PA stuck their head in calling him to the set. 

Stepping out of the trailer, Jensen spotted Baby the Impala sitting by the building used for exterior shots of Harvelle's Roadhouse and smiled, knowing she’d officially be his soon.

***

September 12th

“Jay, I’m taking out the bags,” Jared hollers seconds before their apartment's front door slammed shut while Jensen did one last check around for any forgotten anything, satisfied that only a few neatly marked boxes were left to ship back to Texas. 

He walked into the living room, stopping to gaze out the picture window when a pair of strong arms wrapped around his waist, molding him against the well-muscled chest of his mate. Tipping his head back as Jared kissed along his neck, he says, “I’m gonna miss this view.” 

Jensen hummed in acknowledgment, eventually saying, “we need to get going if we’re gonna make Seattle by seven.” Jared held him for a few heartbeats longer, reluctantly let go, and interlacing their fingers led him to the door. 

Jensen paused, turning them again to gaze out the window at their view.

***

September 21st

“This has been a great trip, but man, I’ll be glad to be in our bed tonight,” Jared remarks as they drive past a green highway sign saying Austin 312. “Can’t wait,” Jensen drowsily says, having not slept much the last few days. 

They had decided to road trip it back to Texas, stopping at a few places they had wanted to visit for a while. Jared somehow managed to finagle; okay, he played dirty with that mind-numbing blow job that always makes Jensen agree to anything gets him a couple of extra days to camp in southern Colorado.

Jensen enjoyed the beautiful scenery and hiking in the mountains but hated camping. Well, they didn’t technically rough it the way Jared liked but still a friggin yurt in late September?

What he was willing to endure for love.

Jared started singing along to some classic country playing on the radio as they drove through the desert Jensen dropped off.

***

October 23rd

Jared turned from the open fridge with a puzzled expression, sensing the same vague something he’s felt God knows how many times in the last couple of months. 

Shutting the door, he walked over to the kitchen island where his husband was seated, pushing his unfinished dinner on his plate.

“Jay, what’s going on? Are you worried about the implantation? Dr. Rodgers said the embryos were healthy and optimistic the surrogate took this first try.” 

What Jensen wanted to ask, the question that's been plaguing him since August, but he couldn’t figure out how to phrase without upsetting his husband, flew out, “did you pick that O because you knew that’d be the one I’d choose?”

Slapping his hand over his mouth, Jensens }{ eyes widened, disbelieving he blurted it out.

Jared worked to find a response squeaking an actual squeak before regaining control over his vocal cords, “that’s what I’ve been sensing!” 

Jared gripped the edge of the island with his big hands. “Are you seriously wanting to go there again? I was candid when I realized that was the O I reacted to, and you weren’t exactly in full control with her present either, Alpha!”

Jensen's jaw ticked, irritated at being reminded he let his control slip making Jared huff. “So all this time, instead of talking to me, you’ve conjured up some bullshit..”

“I’ve been racking my brains to figure out how to ask the question without upsetting you!” Jensen felt his wolf pace in agitation, get up and match its movement around the kitchen. 

 “For the past few years, I’ve sensed you felt something missing, kept telling myself it’s because you're biologically unfulfilled, but during that interview, you were all,”  Jensen waves his hands a vague gesture, “has I’m second guessing us.” 

His mate's physical reaction makes him come to a halt.

Jared’s eyes are glowing red, but the eerie wolf expression, its intensity, disconcerts him.

“I love you, Jensen. You are my mate, husband, my everything, but sometimes you..” Jared leaves whatever he wants to say unfinished.  “I thought you understood. In my mind, both of us having pups with the same donor means my offspring won’t be considered a step-relation and will grow up having strong familial ties with JJ, Arrow, and Zep.” 

Jensen started to speak when Jared’s low, reverberating growl warned him not to interrupt.

“I consciously listened to my wolf when it came to choosing the person who’s biologically contributing to our children and me,” Jared emphasizes, slapping his chest, ”I have no regrets picking her..but you do.” 

Taking a deep breath, he abstractedly says, ”the dogs need to be fed,” and walks away. 

Upon the sound of Jared’s SUV leaving, Jensen’s legs gave out, and he dropped to the floor, curling up in a fetal position, and wrapped his arms around himself, feeling Arlo and Koda lay down on each side with him between them.

🐿️🫎🐿️🫎🐿️🫎🐿️🫎🐿️🫎🐿️🫎🐿️🫎🐿️🫎🐿️🫎

Thanksgiving 

“The kids are in a tryptophan coma,” Jensen announces as he walks through the kitchen's back door. He had followed Danneel home afterward, helping get JJ and the twins cleaned up and put to bed, “they’ll be out till Monday.”

“Good, 'cause I’m dead on my feet,” Jared yawned while loading the dishwasher. It had been their turn to host the holiday with Dani, the kids, Gavin and his, Clif’s family, Jared’s parents, siblings, and their broods. 

 “I told you to wait, and I’d help finish cleaning up when I got back,” Jensen said as Jared started the machine.

“I figured you’d wanna stay awhile and be too tired, and I didn’t want to deal with it tomorrow. All that’s left is to put the trash and recycling out. Could you grab it?”

“On it,” Jensen picked up the bags, walked around the side of the house, and dropped them into their designated receptacles.

When he returned, Jared had already switched off the downstairs lights, made his way to their bedroom, and took the first turn in the bath, getting ready for bed.

Jensen was sitting with his back against the headboard, checking his messages, when Jared dropped heavily beside him. “I plan on sleeping for the next three days,” he mutters, resting his head against Jensen’s shoulder. 

“Sounds good to me, babe. Glad we didn’t schedule anything extra this weekend. It’ll be nice to spend some alone time,” he wiggled his eyebrows.

“Hmm.  Hey, do you remember the last Thanksgiving?” 

Jared closed the door, pushing Jensen against it seductively, lowering his fox-slanted eyes, and huskily whispered, “I’m so fucking horny I need my dick in you now!”

“Dude, we're in my sister's kitchen pantry! Anyone could hear..“

“..then you’ll have to be quiet,” Jared dove in for a deep, dirty kiss, grinding against his mate until he was begging to be fucked.

“You’re the one who got us busted..”

“..always so fucking tight...fuck I’m not gonna last.”

“Mac said it sounded like your dick..” Jensen broke off when Jared slowly ran his tongue up the column of his neck and bites on his earlobe softly speaks.

“You gotta admit,” his husband’s huge hand is moving under his sleep shirt, “our sex life,” those long fingers tip-toeing up his smooth, freckled chest teasing his left nipple, ”is never dull,” Jensen moans in response, tipping his head to expose more of his neck to Jared’s wondering lips, enjoying the scratch of his short beard.

“I thought you were sleeping the next three days.”

Jared answers by removing his hand and taking the phone, placing it on the nightstand, then straddling his husband's thick thighs and starts nibbling along the other side of Jensen’s sensitive neck, working his way to his slightly raised claim mark, flattening his tongue and licking it feels Jensen sliding his hands up his back finding a grip in his shortened hair, unhappy about how much he’s cut off for Walker, unable to tangle his thick fingers into the soft tresses like he used to, something that always drives his boy wild.

Finding a purchase, he pulled hard, making Jared gasp, and tugged until his head back was the perfect angle for him to run his tongue across those candy pink lips, teasing the seam for him to open, granting him access and Jensen teased, alternating between caressing Jared’s tongue with his and sucking on his lips.

Moaning, Jared rocks his hips, seeking friction, and breaks their kiss long enough to work Jensens' sleep shirt off, wrestling with it before tossing it off the bed as Jensen’s lips attack his neck desperately.

A signal taps to his thigh, then Jensens rolls them and kneels between his sleep pant-clad legs as Jared, knowing what his mate wants, reaches up to grip the strategically placed bar in their custom headboard with both hands, pecs flexing in anticipation of what’s to come. 

Not breaking eye contact, Jensen bends forward, stopping a hair's breadth from Jared’s lips, and slowly slides backward, caressing the acres of golden skin beneath him using only his warm breath, paused to hook his fingers in the pants waistband pulling them with him as he continues journeying south. 

He slowly makes his way back, leaving wet, open-mouth kisses along those extra long, muscular legs he loves, sucking on the inside of both thighs and biting down hard enough to leave marks before arriving at his designated stop. He hasn’t touched Jared’s beautiful cock, yet it’s fully engorged and vigorously leaking on his flat stomach. 

Jensen ran his tongue over the quivering skin, lapping up precome. He loved how sweeter than salty Jared tasted made him roll his hips, rubbing Jensen’s teasing tongue along his dribbling slit, wanting those plump lips wrapped around his velvety cockhead. Taking the hint, Jensen rests his head on Jared’s lower stomach and sucks on it.

Jared wants to let go of the bar but doesn’t. Instead makes nonsensical noises as his toes curl up at the mixed sensations of his mates' silky beard tickling his lower regions while suckling on his cockhead, alternately swirling his tongue over the sensitive nerves underneath and through his slit. 

After all these years, Jared’s still amazed at Jensen’s knowledge of his body and his ability to keep him on edge for however long he’s in the mood to play.

“Jen..pleeeease..need to cum..fu..need it so fucking..ugh...fuuuckk...Alpha!”

Raising on a forearm, Jensen starts bobbing up and down his shaft, pausing on each low pass to work his throat open, taking Jared further in until his mate's substantial cockhead is in his throat swallows, and Jared’s knot begins inflating, pushing his mouth open wider and cuts off his breathing. 

Letting the knot pop out from between his plump lips, Jensen wraps a hand firmly around it and starts vigorously bobbing, drawing out a litany of obscene noises, feels Jared’s balls drawing up and backs off till only the head in his mouth fills it with sweet, thick nectar swallows hears Jared hiss, too sensitive for anymore pulls off kissing the tip one last time. With enough energy, he crawls up the bed, faceplants on his pillow.

“Dude, you’ve finally sucked out my last brain cell.”

Purring deep in his chest, Jensen turns, giving Jared a self-satisfied smirk that made him mutter, “I wasn’t trying to give you a bigger head.”  

Rolling onto his side Jensen displays his turgid cock, “okay, he’s the bigger head,” Jared concedes, reaching down runs his fingers over the weeping tip to wet them before firmly gripping Jensen’s pulsing thickness, hand rubbing up and down excruciatingly slow. 

“So,” his honeyed voice lowers an octave while watching Jensen dissolve into a breathy mess, “how does he want me?”

Jensen opens his mouth to answer when a ringing phone makes him growl and, glancing over his shoulder, says, “Not mine.”

 “It’s the clinic. Why would they call us on a holiday?”Jared let go of Jensen's cock and sat up against the headboard listening before his wondrous smile appeared.

“Our surrogate is pregnant!” 

Jared practically bounced on the bed like a kid on a sugar high and began discussing what came next. Jensen feels his erection diminish, gets up, heads into the bath, turns on the shower, and leans against a wall, forehead resting on crossed arms and letting the hot water flow over his back.

He knows he should be elated-his mate has hopefully sired a pup (or pups), and the possibility of propagating himself again. 

Instead, he’s seized up in conflict. 

***

After that god-awful argument last October, he ended up at Josh’s. His brother confessed his mate, and he was seeing a counselor because they were having marital issues, too, and spent the night drinking and reflecting. The following day Jensen came home to an angry because he didn’t know where the fuck he was all night, husband. 

After telling him about his talk with his brother, Jared seemed somewhat mollified but a few nights later.

Walker star Jared Padalecki was arrested near the anniversary of the Stereotype bar altercation.

· Jared Padalecki was arrested again in Austin, Texas, early Sunday morning on one count of public intoxication.

When he got released, Jared sat Jensen down, pleading with him to sit in on his next therapy session, saying they couldn’t keep going on like this; it was tearing him apart. He wants..no..needs Jensen to completely open up, stop trying to protect him, and discuss what’s happening in his head.

Jared’s therapist started by informing them he wasn’t a marriage counselor. Still, after a discussion with Jared, they knew the situation had an apparent detrimental impact on his mental health.

They listened to them separately, then together, about their observations and thoughts on each other’s behaviors and came up with a hypothesis: Jared’s inner wolf had an attraction to this Omega they’d encountered, and since this was the first time he’d shown interest to any female since mating, Jensen, and his wolf, was envious. 

Jensen outright objected, pointing out that yes, he could be possessive of Jared as any other mate would, and yes, he also found her attractive because, well, okay, she’s more his preference of a female but was most definitely not envious since they prefer different types, look at their ex-wives. 

The therapist raised an eyebrow and said, “not anymore.”

Jensen opened and closed his mouth several times, unable to find an appropriate response, said something about motherfucking psycho-babble, and slammed out the front door.

***

Lost in thought, Jensen didn’t notice his husband stepping into the shower stall until his considerable frame was blocking the water turns and found himself leaning against the wall trapped between Jared’s large hands as he gazed into his spring-colored eyes that captured his mate's heart the moment their eyes met years ago.

 “Hey, no matter what happens next, we’re good.”

***

December 16th

Jared was sitting in his chair chatting with Lindsey and Keegan while the crew was finishing setting up for the next scene and felt his phone vibrate. He didn’t recognize the number but excused himself to answer privately. There was visible tension in the big Alpha's shoulders that caught his co-stars' attention. 

“Hey, everything okay?” Lindsay asked

“Umm...I’m not sure. Need to make another call,” Jared said, waving the phone, “let us know if you need anything, okay.” Keegan says, and Jared nods while pulling up another number. “Hey, Clif, I need a favor.”

***

Clif pulled the SUV into the parking lot of the old motel in a questionable, rundown area of Austin while Jared looked around and asked, “are you sure this is the right place?” 

“This is the place the guy mentioned,” Clif replied, getting out and heading for the office. A couple of minutes later, “the manager said to try the laundry out back,” started the vehicle, drove to the rear of the property, got out again, and knocked on the building's door. An older Hispanic woman answered, engaging him in a brief conversation before stepping back inside. 

Clif nodded to Jared, and as he got out of the vehicle, the scent of orange blossoms mixed with spices hit him seconds before the door reopened, and the person they'd spent days searching for froze in the doorway upon seeing him.

🐿️🫎🐿️🫎🐿️🫎🐿️🫎🐿️🫎🐿️🫎🐿️🫎🐿️🫎🐿️🫎

December 22nd

Thanking his driver, Jensen claimed out with his carry-on bag and walked up the front stone pathway, relieved to be home after his hopefully final costume fitting for his role as Soldier Boy. 

He had been flying back and forth every week from LA for the last couple of months, had gotten old quickly, and was planning on enjoying Christmas at home.

His in-laws were coming to stay for a few days, as were Danneel and their pups. Josh said he was still planning to drop by a few hours after Christmas Day since he and Mac were scheduled to spend most of the holiday with their parents.

Jensen felt that mixture of anger and sadness he got thinking about his parents. They raised their offspring in the church's beliefs and though he never believed in it, respected their choices.

 Too bad they couldn’t reciprocate.

***

Alan and Donna Ackles belonged to an ultra-conservative church that touted the foundations of child-rearing from the book, and in the Ackles household, spare the rod, spoil the child, was a gospel that fit their viewpoints since neither was the physically or emotionally demonstrative type, only offering a reserved affection.

The saving grace of the Ackles children was their Beta nanny, who gave them unconditional love, especially Jensen, who was shy as a child, already knowing he was different from his siblings. The Beta instilled confidence in them to discover who they were and encouraged Jensen to come out before moving to California. 

Shortly after graduating, he told his family he was bisexual, and his boyfriend was moving to L.A. too. Alan and Donna try to stop him, insisting he goes to their pastor and confesses his transgressions, begging forgiveness for his sins against the church and its teachings. 

When Jensen declined, they threatened to pull the agreed-upon six-month financial support while he auditioned for parts. He refused, packed up what would fit into his car, and left with his boyfriend. His first break came shortly after arriving, and Jensen quickly learned Hollywood didn’t care what his sexual orientation was as long as he kept it behind closed doors. 

His management agency would set him up on dates to events with many up-and-coming female artists of the time for publicity, which wasn’t a problem playing along when he wasn’t dating a woman. 

Jensen bounced around doing guest roles before joining Day of Our Lives for three years, then onto a few others before testing for Sam Winchester in a new series created by Eric Kripke. The moment he met former Gilmore Girls heartthrob Jared Padalecki and he flashed his incredible color-shifting eyes, easy smile, and dimples in his direction, Jensen knew he was gone for anyone else. 

It’s easy to see where Jared’s personality comes from. His Om, Sherrie, is overly affectionate, excessively physical, and verbal with everyone she considers family, biological or not. The first time he accompanied Jared home on a holiday break, Jensen ended up bowled over by the five-foot-nothing Omega and instantly became part of her brood.

He might not have his biological parents anymore, but his now in-laws, the complete opposite of the Ackles, helped make that gaping hole smaller.

***

Barley getting the front door open, Jensen’s struck with the scent of orange blossoms and spices he couldn’t quite place. 

Dropping his luggage in the foyer, he follows the scent further into the house as Arlo sits near the large picture windows facing the backyard where he and Koda were napping, gets up, and crosses over to greet him.

Rubbing around his ears as he liked asks, “where’s daddy at?” He thought Jared was supposed to be in a meeting with Anne Fricke, headed towards the kitchen where the scent seemed to be coming from, “babe, is that coffee shop you love with back open, what’s it called? The house smells like those sweet rolls you’re obsessed with,” he abruptly stopped and blinked not believing what was in front of him. 

More accurately, whose standing in front of him.

“Babe is on a call; dinner will be ready in twenty.” 

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?”

tbc

Part IV

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[spacebatisluvd]

I have a few reasons why I think Horde Prime's mistreatment of the clones isn't addressed in an Overly Direct Children's Show way when most other instances of even lesser mistreatment (Catra bullying Scorpia, Shadow Weaver manipulating Adora, etc.) are. One, Horde Prime is very obviously evil, and isn’t redeemed, so it isn’t going to be… “why did they not address Bad Thing X when they redeemed this character? That’s bad writing.” Two, the structure of it. The people in charge of doing the Overly Direct Children's Show thing are almost always those on the receiving end of the mistreatment (“You’re a bad friend…” “You’re bitter and cruel and you’re the one who used me…”) and the clones cannot do this because they’re brainwashed. Three, Horde Prime is just too scary to be in a children’s cartoon about the power of friendship if you think deeply about the things he does, so we’re not allowed to say anything. It’s expected that… if you get it, you get it, and you’re probably an older child or a young adult, so we don’t need to point it out to you. But if you don’t get it, you’re probably a smaller child, and, well, at least he doesn’t ruin the TV-Y7 rating. Like, there is a certain limit on the level of abuse, and the capabilities that other characters have, and Horde Prime goes beyond that. Which was intentional on the writers’ part. Observant people like yourself can notice it, but Horde Prime is so terrifying that the show cannot acknowledge it. Maybe you’ve already thought of these things. I don’t know.

I mean…I hear what you’re saying, Anon. I’ve heard it before. I’m still going to think it’s bad writing, for reasons I feel I’ve already laid out.

They didn’t handle the themes they introduced in the last season well. They very much could have used Wrong Hordak to address the suffering of the clones in an accessible, child-friendly manner. I’m not saying they should discuss the rape metaphor in blatant language—but simply treating WH’s breakdown as anything other than a joke would have been an improvement.

I think children could have understood, “Oh. Wrongie is hurting because Prime was really mean to him. He was mean to Catra and Adora too. And to Wrongie’s brothers! He was even mean to Hordak!”

That widening circle of empathy is something we start to piece together in childhood. We start to see that the things that hurt me also hurt other people. Even people who don’t look like me or who grew up differently than I did.

It’s an important step in building empathy. Children at 7 can and should be shown that other people—especially people that aren’t exactly like them—can feel pain and deserve empathy. You can show that without fully dissecting how horrible living under Prime is. They sure as shit did it with Catra.

Hence my frustration. It’s like the show is incapable or unwilling to examine the pain of people who don’t fit a specific mold. It’s honestly even beyond just Prime and his clones. Glimmer, Entrapta, Mermista—lots of major characters are short-changed in favor of either ignoring their pain or treating it like a joke.

Sorry, Anon. I’ve considered your points—even before you sent in your ask. I don’t agree. You’re free to enjoy the show, free to be happy with it, but I’m a writer. Storytelling is part of who I am. Pulling apart bad storytelling is part of that. And this? It’s badly handled and I’m entitled to hold that opinion.

#and no #i’m by no means perfect in my storytelling #a story can be enjoyable without being perfect #but this specific issue is like a thorn in my paw or a crack in my tooth #I can’t see past it #I’m glad you can anon

[torra-and-the-toons]

Are there any other shows/games/fandoms you’re interested in aside from EENE? :0

Ed Edd n Eddy is really the only cartoon from my childhood that I'm invested in as hard as I am. I've tried to rewatch others, but none I found quite as charming and fun as the Eds in my adulthood.

I'm kinda a huge anime weeb, I love shows like Noragami, Fullmetal Alchemist, Spy x Family, etc but my biggest love of anime is in One Piece! Anything with action, adventure and comedy is sure to hook me immediately lol. I used to be more into My Hero in it's early days but I'm not a huge fan of how fast Horikoshi has progressed the manga lately, it feels so rushed.

As for games, I play A LOT of Guild Wars 2 on and off. I absolutely ADORE how this mmo tells a story and yet has this massively multiplayer online world at the same time. Plus it's lgbtqa+ friendly, even has lgbtqa+ characters in the plot! And I get to play as a giant kitty monster XD (whose females aren't overly sexualized either which is nice) I used to play WoW but I hate Blizzard and their damn subscriptions. I also have a TON of games on steam.

#friday night sleepover #feel free to ask about specific shows/games too I'm into way too many to list a lot of specifics lol

[siglai]

Michael Holbrook Penniman Jr.[6][7][8] (born 18 August 1983), known by his stage name Mika (/ˈmiːkə/ MEE-kə, stylised as MIKA), is a Lebanese-born British singer-songwriter.

After recording his first extended play, Dodgy Holiday, Mika was named the number-one predicted breakthrough act of 2007 in an annual BBC poll of music critics, Sound of 2007.[9] Mika released his first full-length studio album, Life in Cartoon Motion, on Island Records in 2007, which sold more than 5.6 million copies worldwide and helped Mika win a Brit Award—winning Best British Breakthrough act—and receive a Grammy Award nomination.[10] He topped the UK Singles Chart in January 2007 with "Grace Kelly". He has since gone on to record four more studio albums (most recently My Name is Michael Holbrook released in October 2019), as well as serve as judge/mentor on both the French version of The Voice and the Italian version of X Factor. Mika has also starred in his own television variety show in Italy, Stasera Casa Mika [it], which won the 2017 Rose d'Or Award for Entertainment, and co-hosted the Eurovision Song Contest 2022.

Contents

1Life and career

1.11983–2006: Childhood and early career

1.22007–2008: Life in Cartoon Motion

1.32009–2010: The Boy Who Knew Too Much

1.42010–2014: The Origin of Love, X Factor Italy and Songbook Vol.1

1.52015–2018: No Place in Heaven

1.62019–2020: My Name Is Michael Holbrook

1.72021–present

2Personal life

3Discography

4Filmography

5Tours

6Awards and nominations

7References

8External links

Life and career

1983–2006: Childhood and early career

Mika was born in Beirut, the third of five children (three sisters Yasmine, Paloma and Zuleika and one brother Fortuné), to an American-born Lebanese mother and an Israeli-born American father, Mary Joan "Joannie" (née Mouakad, daughter of John Mouakad and Odette Farah) and Michael Holbrook Penniman (son of William Frederick Penniman III and Dorothy Dyar). His father was a banker[7][11] and was born in Jerusalem, where his own father – Mika's paternal grandfather William Frederick Penniman III – was a diplomat.[11][12] Mika's maternal grandfather John Mouakad was Syrian (from Damascus).[13][14]

When Mika was a year old, his family was forced to leave war-torn Lebanon and moved to Paris, France.[12][15] The first piano piece he learned to play was "Les Champs-Élysées", by Joe Dassin.[12] At the age of 7, he wrote his first song, a piano instrumental called "Angry", which he describes as "awful".[7] The family moved to London when he was 9 years old. There, he attended the Lycée Français Charles de Gaulle, where he experienced severe bullying. He also had problems with dyslexia. In response to these experiences Mika was home-schooled by his mother at the age of 12, for six to eight months.[7] He then attended St Philip's School in Kensington, where he was the head of the Schola Cantorum (the St. Philip's Choir). Later he attended Westminster School and the Royal College of Music, which he left to record his first album at Casablanca Records.[16] As a child Mika was trained by Alla Ardakov (Ablaberdyeva), a Russian opera professional.

Mika's first single was a limited 7"/download release called "Relax, Take It Easy" (2006). It was play-listed by UK's BBC Radio 1 and was made Record of the Week by DJ Scott Mills. The Dodgy Holiday EP also became available for download. The song "Billy Brown" was available for free download for a week from the iTunes Store. A song titled 'Over-rated', which was recorded in 2004, was "unofficially" released online. His debut radio appearance was on Dermot O'Leary's BBC Radio 2 show in September 2006.

2007–2008: Life in Cartoon Motion

WHO

[steviexwagner]

Task #002 - A Few of my Favorite Things

Food and Drink

Favorite fast food restaurant? Wendy’s

Favorite ice cream flavor? Ben & Jerry’s Half Baked

Favorite chocolate candy? Peanut M&Ms

Favorite fruity candy? Starbursts

Favorite kind of sushi? Sashimi

Favorite Asian dish? Chow mien

Favorite Italian dish? Carbonara

Favorite food of all time? Her grandmother’s chicken pot pie

Favorite pizza topping? Pepperoni

Favorite breakfast food? Fried eggs, hashbrowns, sausage, and toast

Favorite fruit? Strawberries and peaches

Favorite vegetables? Green beans

Favorite comfort food? Grilled cheese

Favorite dessert? Strawberry shortcake and peach cobbler

Favorite dish at Thanksgiving? Stuffing

Favorite thing to cook? Anything someone she loves likes

Favorite drink? Peach lemonade

Favorite alcoholic drink? Brachetto D'acqui wine

Favorite flavor coffee? Hazelnut

Television and Movies

Favorite ‘80s movie? Pretty in Pink

Favorite Harry Potter movie? Half-blood Prince

Favorite TV sitcom? Saved by the Bell

Favorite cartoon? Josie & The Pussycats

Favorite scary movie? Jennifer’s Body

Favorite funny movie? She’s the Man

Favorite celebrity? Julia Roberts

Favorite chick flick? Pretty Woman

Favorite Pixar movie? Wall-E

Favorite Disney movie? Sleeping Beauty

Favorite actress over 50? Meryl Streep

Favorite Marvel movie? She hasn’t really seen them

Favorite TV show? Gilmore Girls

Favorite movie? Pretty Woman

Favorite classic movie? Breakfast at Tiffany’s

Music

Favorite band or music artist? Shania Twain

Favorite music genre? Pop-country

Favorite ‘80s song? Girls Just Wanna Have Fun by Cyndi Lauper

Favorite song? Man! I Feel Like a Woman by Shania Twain

Travel and Recreation

Favorite state you’ve visited? Connecticut

Favorite country you want to visit? France

Favorite vacation location? Coastal town, Universal Studios

Favorite way to travel? Driving

Favorite place to go with family? The beach

Favorite vacation you’ve taken? Universal Studios for the twins’s 11th birthday

Favorite fictional place you’d want to visit? Hogwarts

Nature and Animals

Favorite breed of dog? Yellow lab retriever

Favorite season? Summer

Favorite flower? Peony

Favorite animal at the zoo? Giraffes

Favorite thing about a rainy day? How green everything looks (in the spring)

Favorite thing about spring? The flowers

Favorite thing about summer? Kids are out of school

Favorite thing about fall? Leaves changing, pumpkin spice lattes

Favorite thing about winter? Ice skating, hot chocolate, Christmas

Favorite animal? Starfish

Sports

Favorite sport? Soccer (because of the twins)

Favorite extreme sport you’re too scared to do? Cliff diving

Favorite Olympic sport? Ice skating

Favorite winter sport? Ice skating

Favorite sport as a hobby? Swimming

Favorite sports team? New York Giants

Childhood

Favorite nursery rhyme? Hush Little Baby

Favorite childhood memory? Sleepovers with friends, going to Camp Morningstar

Favorite board game? Life

Favorite toy as a child? Sky Dancers

Favorite thing about school? Being with her friends & Johnny

Favorite age? Seventeen

Favorite Christmas present? Spice Girl dolls

Favorite Dr. Seuss book? Green Eggs & Ham

Favorite Halloween costume you’ve worn? Princess Aurora

Favorite superhero? Wonder Woman

Favorite fairy tale? Rapunzel

Favorite game to play outside? Red Rover

Fashion and Beauty

Favorite place to shop? Target

Favorite perfume/cologne? Bare Vanilla from Victoria’s Secret

Favorite hair color? Blonde

Favorite makeup you can’t live without? Toner

Favorite shoes? Heels

Favorite occasion to dress up for? Weddings

Favorite hairstyle? ( x )

Favorite outfit you have? For work ( x ) / For home ( x )

Favorite soap scent? Strawberry & Vanilla Taffy by Native

Favorite article of clothing? Comfy sweaters

Favorite piece of jewelry? Her engagement ring, a necklace the twins gave her

Favorite thing to wear to bed? One of Johnny’s shirts and shorts

Other

Favorite book? A Little Princess by Frances Hodgson Burnett

Favorite video game? The Sims (when she was young)

Favorite holiday? Christmas

Favorite decade? 00s

Favorite candle scent? Sugar cookie

Favorite hobby? Baking, dancing

Favorite way to relax? Watching a movie with the family, girls nights, baking, yoga

Favorite place to meet up with friends? Her house, Patty’s

Favorite color? Powder blue

#easthaventask002 #stevie wagner ;; hcs

[ao3feed-sheriarty]

Propuesta Constitución Política de la República de Chile 2022

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/EyBxGDU

by mintgreenish

Nosotras y nosotros, el pueblo de Chile, conformado por diversas naciones, nos otorgamos libremente esta Constitución, acordada en un proceso participativo, paritario y democrático.

Words: 31992, Chapters: 7/11, Language: Español

Fandoms: Twilight Series - Stephenie Meyer, Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS, My Little Pony, One Piece, Hunter X Hunter, 鬼滅の刃 | Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba (Anime), Naruto, South Park, Homestuck, Undertale (Video Game), Steven Universe (Cartoon), Adventure Time, TWICE (Band), BLACKPINK (Band), Marvel Cinematic Universe, DCeased (DC Comics), The Sandman (TV 2022), Better Call Saul (TV), Breaking Bad, 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game), Sonic the Hedgehog - All Media Types, Jesus Christ Superstar - All Media Types, Dragon Ball, Star Wars - All Media Types, 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia, Glee, Sherlock (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con, Underage

Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi, Other

Relationships: Uchiha Sasuke/Uzumaki Naruto, Mikasa Ackerman/Eren Yeager, Armin Arlert/Eren Yeager, Bulma Briefs/Vegeta, Kylo Ren/Rey, Jasper/Lapis Lazuli (Steven Universe), Bakugo Katsuki & Luisa Madrigal, Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku, Monkey D. Luffy/Roronoa Zoro, Roronoa Zoro/Vinsmoke Sanji, Jacob Black/Edward Cullen, Jeon Jungkook/Kim Taehyung | V, Jeon Jungkook/Park Jimin, Hatake Kakashi/Maito Gai | Might Guy, Rachel Berry/Quinn Fabray, Sherlock Holmes/Jim Moriarty, Alice Cullen/Bella Swan, Craig Tucker/Tweek Tweak, Kyle Broflovski/Eric Cartman, Hatake Kakashi/Umino Iruka, Jennie Kim/Lalisa Manoban | Lisa, Raquel Argandoña/Patricia Maldonado

Additional Tags: Friends to Lovers, Enemies to Lovers, Breeding, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Watersports, Mpreg, Fisting, Childhood Friends, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Slow Burn, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Alternate Universe - Childhood Friends, Unrequited Love, Anal Fingering, Vaginal Fingering, Scissoring

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/EyBxGDU

#ao3feed #fanfic #sheriarty #sheriarty fanfic

[axvwriter]

If you receive this, you make somebody happy! Go on anon and send this to ten of your followers who make you happy or somebody you think needs cheering up. If you get one back, even better! <3

Saved these for quite a while since I wanted to wait until a moment when this trend dies back down. So I could send some positive anon asks to brighten peeps days up hopefully. Since well, I think positivity trends are nice. Though trends do tend to die out, so if we can have the trends run back up every now and again, I think that would be cool.

Thank you anon, Abel, and Indulgent for these!

Cats, animals in general but mostly cats. I've grown up with cats and positively love them.

2. Art, usually most art makes me happy as I just enjoy seeing all the different styles. Not a fan of american adult cartoon art styles though. They feel intentionally ugly to look at. Probably to help americans realize it's not for kids since there are americans that associate anything animated as being made for children.

3. Bionicles, they're a big part of my childhood. I still have them. Sadly they aren't made anymore. I think some people mistook them as bootleg lego, not realizing that Lego officially made them. They did try to reboot the series, remaking the pieces in a friendlier and hopefully long-term sturdier way. Yet I think that failed because they took too long to actually produce any interesting pieces.

4. Saiki K. It's a funny anime that I enjoy rewatching. I also enjoy rewatching Star Trek: Deep Space Nine. Odo and Quark's interactions are great. I don't rewatch these two shows all that often. At most I think I've only rewatched them both twice... but I can see myself watching them again and again every now and then. I think Odo inspired my X-Experiments characters. While I kinda want to put Hunter x Hunter down as well, I'm not sure about rewatching. There's a lot of episodes. I watched it with my brothers too and it felt hard to pace ourselves at times as it's hard to stop watching.

5. Creating characters. I have over 100 characters surely. I enjoy making them up, making up stories for them, and just designing them. I'm tempted to think that maybe going into a path of character designer as a job may be a good idea, but I'm worried that I'll get too attached to certain designs to actually let them go.

#asks #random #positivity trend #nice asks #did anyone find this trend annoying? #i dont entirely like the part saying to send this to ten people #makes me think of those dumb bad luck if you dont share chains #and also feels perhaps a bit forceful #5 things that make me happy #long post