May 25
It’s amazing how much writing one can get done on the Notes app on a phone when one is away from home and can’t access a laptop. 😊
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It’s amazing how much writing one can get done on the Notes app on a phone when one is away from home and can’t access a laptop. 😊
hey mootie i hope youre doing great
i had sapnap brainrot so naturally i went to your blog 🫥
dream's cousin, sap's crush
masterlist & descrip. pg. 13+.
a/n. hi dearie i’m doing quite well & i’m honoured to be the sap brainrot blog 🫡🫡 anyways here’s some more sap content just for youuu but plot twist, you’re dream’s cousin bc the bfb trope is old and also dream has enough sisters
another plot twist, your first interaction isn’t because of dream. your first ‘interaction’ with is sap at a tesla dealership, he’s looking at extra detailing and you’re just window shopping when he notices you out off he corner of his eye. when he looks at you, your expression is kind of blank while the salesperson talks at you. pretty quickly, the salesperson is off to another potential customer and you get a better chance to look at the car, a bright smile forming on your lips when you peek inside. sap’s left almost breathless, you’re pretty and your smile is to die for. but of course, he doesn’t do anything and fights to bring his attention back to his shopping. when he leaves, he starts to regret not talking to you, not saying anything or introducing himself. little did he know, he’d caught your eye too and you had hoped he’d come talk to you so you were a little disappointed.
there’s a knock on the door and dream yells at george to get it, who yells at sap to get it. the door opens and you expect to see your cousin but instead, it’s the boy from the dealership. there’s a glance of recognition. “hey-” “hey, nick, where’s clay?” you weren’t alone, clay’s sisters had been out with you all day and you were just dropping them off. sap tore his eyes away from you to the teenager. “in his room.” he pushed the door open and the girls ran off, leaving you and sap alone.
“ah, so you’re nick.” you smile, your hands tucked into your back pockets. he nods, “yeah. you must be..” it looks like he thinks it over in his head. “y/n, clay’s my cousin.” he mentally hits himself. of course you’re his best friend’s cousin.
he ends up inviting you in and you oblige. you’d been in the house but he was never there, always flown out for some job event. there was a moment of silence when you stepped in, aside from the sound of clay and his sisters yelling upstairs. “you know i uh, saw you at a car dealership the other day.” you look up from the floor to him. “oh, really? i didn’t think you’d have remembered.” that smile that’d warmed his chest the first time he saw you returned to your face and he smiled back. “i could never forget that smile.”
pray4saint© do not copy, translate or repost my work without my express permission.
Hi here have a very short one-shot, wordcount is ~350 so it's like barely a drabble for me. (Yes I know a drabble is a 100 word fic don't @ me-)
Subject of the drabble? .... shovel talk. That's it that's the fic-
🥵 “Like what you see?” + Klaus x Reader
A/N: you didn't specifically ask for it, but he's horribly distracting, so have some 60s Klaus.
Also the smut is sort of...implied because I'm bad at this. Whoops.
When you introduced yourself to a few of the others in the crowd, trying to figure out what was going on, a hush rippled through them.
"Come with us," one of the women said, taking you by the arm and leading you off toward a cluster of tents before you could protest. "Oh he'll be so happy to see you! But you cannot go in that. It's so...conservative."
You gaped at her. Conservative? You were already practically half-naked compared to what you were comfortable. Who was "he", why did he care about you, and why shouldn't you be "conservative" for this meeting? Before you could ask any of your questions, you found yourself in one of the tents. The woman and two others waiting inside started in like a tornado and the next thing you knew you were in a gauzy, practically see-through crop top and a brightly patterned sarong, barefoot with a crown of little pink flowers on your head.
"Perfect," they declared in unison, eyes roving over you in a way that felt distinctly objectifying.
You flushed and stayed quiet as the first woman took your hand and led you away once more. She paused outside a second, much larger tent (pavilion might have been a better word actually), making you wait outside while she entered.
"Sir, there's a Y/N here to see you?" she announced.
You heard an indistinct commotion before she came out and sent you in.
"Like what you see?" the man before you asked, wiggling his eyebrows at you as he stretched languidly on the large, plush pile of pillows, naked but for a thin blue silk...scarf?...draped over his 'bits.'
You smiled brightly, the first time you had since finding yourself stranded and alone in the 60s several weeks before. His hair might be longer and his skin tanner, but there was no questioning that it was Klaus, your Klaus.
"You know, the Jesus look has never done it for me before," you said, faux-thoughtfully. "But I can work with this."
Rolling to his feet, the scarf falling away completely, he sauntered over to you and placed his hands on your hips, warm fingers brushing tantalizing over your bare skin.
You looked him over, smile becoming a smirk. He looked damn good.
"Oh yeah, I can definitely work with this."
He laughed and pulled you close.
"I've missed you," he mumbled against you as he pressed heated kisses to the crook of your neck.
"Show me how much," You purred, carding your hands through his new long locks.
Slowly, he sank to his knees.
"Gladly."
more ben aus pls
a little drabble to get those gears turning. this can really fit for either piece i wrote.
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“How do you do it ?”
When you aren’t tempted by sticky donuts or overcrowded booths, the two of you sneak away to your peaceful oasis. You’re fifteen now with a little more freedom.
Autumn is your favorite time to visit the overlook. The whispers of winter creating a nice enough breeze to accompany the glittering lights of the city below.
You’re leaving back on your hands, you legs casually sling over your boyfriend’s lap.
Ben had been quiet when you’d brought up the question. But in truth he’d been wordless for weeks leading up to now. His touched were less too, as if he thought the briefest affection would scorch your essence.
For longer than you’d like, you had rolled with the change. Unable to do anything but allow the gap to get wider as you bid your time just trying to understand.
Klaus had been tight lipped about the subject, but it turned out that you didn’t need words for an explanation. You could see the haunting look in his eyes.
It was the first time you began to wonder, had Superman ever broken down?
Ben’s little finger twitches against your own it he doesn’t follow the urge. His gaze strays for a second,” Do what?”
No playful guess, or ticklish prodding. Just a dry response.
You try to fill the void, offering a timid smile that trembles. This was a deep dive for your relationship abc he was so far under.
What happened if you couldn’t make it back to the surface?
Your hand clenched around the ground before extending, gaining just enough to brush his fingertips. He hesitates but doesn’t pull away yet.
“Do all the stuff you do l?” Biting the inside of your cheek, you feed off the pain to root your resolve. “You’ve been doing this so long but … Ben- does it hurt being a superhero?”
“Yeah, it hurts.” It starts off slow. A few pebbles sprinkling from above.
You don’t expect him to awnser. To hear his voice crumble, rocks sliding together in a downpour of emotion.
“Were not invincible- except maybe Luther. But it doesn’t fucking matter because we’re kids. He forgets that we’re children who didn’t ask for this.”
Your hand hovers at his back, trying to find the right time to intervene with comfort.
“But he bought us fair and square so I guess it’s his choice, right ?”
Your legs slid against his as you decide instead to give him space. The stout pillar of sadness was degrading into a pile of salt.
But he catches you by the waist before you can move, your gasp heating his cheek as he drags you closer. This time your legs part to let him in, arms confident as the looped around his neck.
This is the closest you’ve been in weeks and it feels so good.
“No, Ben, it’s not okay. “
But you’re only fifteen and with all the power between you, you can’t change anything.
Yet.
On your own two feet
There's something oddly serene about watching Chase with a blindfold on. Chase is more still and quiet than he usually is, save for his hands. His fingers dance up and down the length of the bow, chest rising and falling with a slow pace that would almost be fitting for rest, were he not standing in the backyard.
Marvin admittedly isn't used to this. He's grown used to Chase with his face buried in a pillow, staining the fabric to an off-color with tears of pain and grief. He's gotten far too used to Chase shuddering with unspoken torment, always clutching at his temple in rapid movements almost too quick for anyone to notice. He's not used to the rapt focus, the utter confidence that radiates from his body.
Marvin feels an ache in his chest.
He might be sitting back there with Chase, rocking himself on the swinging couch, but mentally, Marvin's still trying to figure out when Chase started on the road to recovery. The recent surgery wasn't the turning point, but no amount of concentration lets him remember.
No, there is something.
Marvin remembers a year ago, Chase had left the manor. At the time, Marvin hadn't paid it any mind. Chase was always drunk and storming off for various reasons, but he had always come back. This particular incident had left him missing for almost three days, with Jack finally dropping Chase off at home. Come to think of it, Marvin can't recall seeing Chase touch any sort of alcohol since. He'd smoked pot plenty of times, but the supply of whiskey and rum had never replenished itself.
Had he been too self absorbed to notice? Marvin winces, turning away with a pained groan. He's missed out on being there for Chase for an entire year, while claiming a 'best friend's status. The Chase he's looking at now is someone much more muscular, more energetic, and happier.
"Marvin? You okay?" Chase's concern snaps Marvin. back to the present. He blinks a couple of times, trying to shake off the wave of depression and negativity.
"Uh, yeah? Yeah, I'm still watching," Marvin quickly replies. "Just thinking of some things."
The bow is lowered, with Chase also lifting up one side of the blindfold so he can squint at Marvin with suspicion. "Things," he repeats flatly. "Let me guess, things about me?"
Damn, Chase knows him too well. Marvin hates whatever psychic link they maybe have with each other. This is one of those times where it feels too intrusive. He could imagine a wall in between them, but Chase would find a way to tear it down anyway.
He decides to be honest. "I don't think I've been very kind to you lately," he admits. "How am I just now noticing how different you look?"
Chase sighs heavily before tearing the cloth away completely, letting it drop to the grass. "Marv, it's only been a few months."
"Try a year," he counters. "You went off with Jack last year. Why?"
Chase slides onto the cushions next to Marvin, still fiddling with his bow. "I didn't want to talk to you guys here." There's a sigh, followed by a raised eyebrow as he glances over at Marvin. "Would you have honestly listened if I told you I was on a downward spiral?"
Marvin opens his mouth to object. His instinctive response is to defend himself, but a pointed stare gives Marvin pause. Perhaps...Chase is right.
"Probably not," he concedes. "I'd probably have chalked it up to you being a depressed drunk again. Or...we all would've."
"I stayed with Jack, because as much as I love you guys here, I needed some space. Someone who would actually listen instead of judging me." There's a melancholy smile on his face. "He helped get me into some meetings, see a therapist. That only lasted about a month."
"I had no idea." Marvin is torn between feeling okay that he wasn't so attentive, or feeling upset that Chase had lied by omission. There's still an ache in his chest.
"I didn't want anyone to know." Chase's voice has a hardened edge to it. "I still don't, because I don't want to hear it. I made a lot of progress in a year, and I want to continue."
Marvin doesn't object this time. He can understand Chase's unspoken message: he doesn't want to be coddled. Much as Marvin wants to care and provide for him, Chase needs to be able to stand on his own.
"I won't say anything." Marvin offers a reassuring smile. "Are you going to show me your trick?"
The conversation is over. Marvin feels confident in closing that book; it's clear Chase doesn't want to dwell on it.
"Thanks, yeah." Chase gets back to his feet and approaches his spot. Bending down, he picks the blindfold back up and shakes it before tying it around his head again.
Marvin settles back, resting his hands in his lap as he studies Chase. His breathing is slowing down again, and he's got all the swagger and confidence he needs to practice trick shots. Marvin can only support him.
Maybe in another lifetime, he'll offer the support Chase secretly craves. But for now, he's happy to watch from a distance.
An eye for an eye~
@delightfulwickedness
"Welcome.." said Lord Voldemort creating a singular sight before Mika.
He stood tall in the formals drawing room square shoulders held back. His black robe pooling at his feet upon the burgundy rug. Looking off in his own dreaded form but that was not what was off.
At his feet the Master of the Manor kneeled before him. Or what looked like humble kneeling. Abraxas chin was touching his collar. His chest heaved like in a deep set cough or a sob. He did not glance up at his foster daughter.
"Close the door.." Said her Lord a edge to his voice.
@skymade
The wind howled outside and Fearling was nestled securely into her bed when there was a loud crash and a shouted swear from the other room. She is up and out in an instant, melting through shadows to lurk and see a particular purple skinned alien laying on her floor, panting.
"Care to tell me why you're bleeding out on my floor? "
She had let her voice appear before her physical self, an old habit thats hard to break.