#(hint towards the one i’m working on rn — it’s an au and it’s one where the format requires that only one character survives)

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i don’t have my computer with me on holidays so i can’t finish the fic i was writing, but i’ve been planning another one on my phone and i may even start writing it.

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More quick shot ideas on Tf 141: Mafia AU!

Don’t know much about the other charas in CoD like Horangi, Konig, Roach, etc.. (i’m still making progress in watching all the campaign vids- so far tho, finished MW1 and MW2, and in the middle of MW3 right nowww~ So, won’t be able to do much of them but ohohoho- Alejandro? Rudy? Alex? Graves? Nikolai? Oml LETS GET TO IT !!!

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Of course there were other families in this quaint middle ground of a city. As the place of commodity and exchanges, bumping into one another was inevitable.

Although, more predictable for you at this point in your job

Like clockwork, every Wednesday afternoons, people would flock in after the usual 5pm check out hours

Those people being the mafiosos.

“Hey sweet cheeks, got anythin’ new f’me?” Graves asked with a raised brow, lips curved into a smirk as he sees the twinkle in your eyes

“You’re lucky I do actually,” you roll your eyes playfully, “you’re my first so take it easy on me!”

After leaving real quick to grab a slice of the new blueberry cheesecake you made, you plated it and slide it on the counter for him to grab

Leaning over the counter, he smiles and thanks you for your hard work, “I bet this will be your finest one yet!”

He winks while you playfully gagged, all the while pushing his shoulder to get him off the counter

You chuckle and wave him off, “nah, I still have much to learn from Nonna.”

He nods knowingly, grabbing a fork by the register, “she keepin’ you on your toes?”

You nod with a sigh, “when is she not really?”

Laughing, he decides to eat while chatting you up- so he could compliment you directly. He slides his fork in to eat a piece while, humming in the delight at the sour hint of the blueberries and the soft berry cream which complements into mix of flavors, he couldn’t help but savor it.

“Good?” You ask, swaying from side to side in anticipation for his comment. A wonky smile on your face, unable to hide the anxiety creeping beneath your skin

If there was one thing you could trust about these people, it was their comments when it came to food

From their instinctual body reactions to their initial facial expressions- you took all into consideration, which was quite cute of you to do of course

Graves knows this by how your forehead would scrunch lightly, your glasses falling down the bridge of your nose, lips pursed or bit (depending on how serious you were about the feedback), hands wringing, with small bits and pieces of baby hair framing your face.

He adores that part of you so much that he’ll take every opportunity to see it— just like this moment

He hums and pats your head, “very much so, sweet cheeks~.”

You cheered, immediately ran to the back, telling the two busy couple of what one of your customers said.

Family! They both shout at you back but all you can do is giggle, feeling all fuzzy being complimented for your hard work.

Graves could only stare from afar, seeing how you bounced with each step in happiness- all because he said it was really good.

The unintentional effect you had on each other was not to be underestimated…

But he wasn’t the only one-

"Mi hermosa! It smells especially good today!"

Hearing the chime of the doorbell out front made you quickly go back to your station

Only to snicker in amusement at how huffy Graves was being held closely to the ever friendly Alejandro.

"why thank the cooks at the back!" you proudly claimed with a thumb jutted towards the direction of the kitchen, where the couple waved at the two from their places.

"they're always cookin' up something good for the soul," you hummed, basically vibrating in your spot at how maybe you can ask for Alejandro's opinion on your newly made creation

"it's why we always come back," Graves agrees, finally able to get out Alejandro's grasp with a cheeky grin of his own

"Thanks again for the cake sweet cheeks," Graves waves to you while approaching his table, "be a dear and send me my tea when you're done?"

You nod at his follow-up, giving him two thumbs up before turning to Alejandro who couldn't help but feel a lil' jealous from how giddy you seemed with the dirty americano

With a silent huff, he places the pieces together and now begs for a slice of whatever Graves has on his plate

"Its still a work in progress," you admitted embarrassingly, "I hope you don't mind- and no need to pay either! Think of it as a free sample."

Alejandro clicked his tongue while shaking his head, still opening his wallet and sliding the usual amount to you.

"Paying hasn't and will ever be a problem with me, Mi hermosa."

He admitted seriously and you couldn't help but look away with a light tint to your cheeks.

Seeing this side of Alejandro always made your head feel light...

"Fine!" You shoved the plate in his hands (albeit still carefully), "just tell me how it taste then!"

"Call it even, eh?" He winks, a chuckle rumbling even through you as you practically get swooped into his aura alone.

Call it swooning or whatever but only this man has the chops to make you go dumb from his presence alone

"ye-yeah, but how is it though?" you quickly pivoted again in nervousness as you see him finally take a bite of your work

Deciding to play with you a little, he takes a while to comment- appreciating each chew even though he already swallowed a couple seconds ago

Still, he liked having your eyes so focused on him

"sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo?"

You begged, tugging on his sleeve desperately, the wait killing your soul so slowly that it makes you pout

Seeing this, Alejandro cackled and pinched your cheeks teasingly

"It was delicious mi hermosa," he finally admits, "good balance of sweet and sour too."

Cheering, you- in the heat of the moment and unable to hold back your inhibitions- pulled him closer by the sleeve, catching him by surprise by how strong your grip was and how soft your lips was on his cheek.

"You're the best Ale!"

You giddily leave him by the front, unknowingly leaving a dysfunctional alejandro.exe behind with a slightly panicky Rudy just right behind him.

"Boss!" Rudy shouts, finally snapping Alejandro out of his stupor

He was ready to glare at his friend until he saw the look on his face and the words that accompanied it

"Oi! Los Vaqueros!" Alejandro called out to his men hanging around the cafe, "let's go!"

"you're leaving already?" you asked sadly, coming right outside the kitchen with a take-out cups in hand.

"Yeah," Alejandro quickly walks up to you and kisses your temple before taking one of the cups from your hand. "Can't wait to try more of you-r sweets."

You grin and nod, "take care!"

"Gotta go too sweet cheeks," you turn in shock to Graves who surprisingly got to your behind, stealing the other cup from you just as quickly.

"Thanks again for the treats!"

He squeezes your hips in appreciation before leaving with his crew, making you grumble under your breath at how careless the man was being.

"Don't let the cat get you on your way out back!"

You warned, grabbing a broom to clean up the place once more.

"I won't- AAAAHHHH DAMMIT!"

you chuckled to yourself, proud at how you trained that cat to jump Graves- who for some reason loves exiting through the back side of the bakery every time.

"Alright,~" you stretch and fetch your earphones, "back to work..." ... .. .

"We're back lassie!"

"Oh for fucks sake..."

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﹆₊ 窃盗 ‧₊˚ TAKIN WHATS NOT YOURS, KAMO CHOSO

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ﹆₊ 概要 ‧₊˚ it doesn’t matter what it is. whenever he wants something, he’s gonna get it—that includes you too. wc, 4.12K. dark mode recommended.

␥ note. i’m back guysss. this story is based off ‘taking what’s not yours’ by tv girl. there’s also a fanart of choso that inspired this. me and @5kstxrz was cookin again so i had to get on 🤭

(edit: me writing rn is a coping mechanism for what i heard about chp 259..) hope ya enjoyyy. reblog to support meee (also play the song while you read so you can immerse)

␥ tags. 90s AU, female anatomy, reader already has a boyfriend, delinquent!choso, smut, creampies, mentions choso stealing, choso with his hair down, lmk if i missed anything

␥ misc. masterlist AO3

as the classes ended for the day, the hallways of the school were filled with numerous students, who were all visibly exhausted from their long day of hard work. amidst the chaos, one could spot a well-known delinquent of the school, choso, leaning against the wall with a cigarette between his lips. he was a muscular guy, carrying his wooden staff, which he always kept close to him, ready to use force if needed. his attire comprised all black, as usual, from head to toe.

he wore a leather jacket with a jet black wife-beater tucked beneath his black cargo pants, which had a belt looped around his waist. his black combat boots were rugged and sturdy, and he had a dog tag necklace, which completed his look. despite being a delinquent, he had a charming aura around him, which made him stand out from the rest.

“she ain’t gettin’ this back,” the silver chain glinted in the sunlight, swaying back and forth in choso's hand before he hooked it around his neck with a satisfied smirk. the delicate charm dangled against his chest, catching the light and reflecting it in all directions as it accompanied his other necklace. with one hand running through his thick, dark locks, choso's intense gaze locked onto you.

he had been eyeing you for a while now - drawn to your quiet demeanor and shy smile. but you were not without a reputation at school - known as a strong-willed and independent girl. unfortunately for choso, you already had a boyfriend. the thought of this obstacle made his nostrils flare in frustration and determination.

choso was lost in thought, daydreaming about being with you, when suddenly another student bumped into him, jolting him back to reality. as they both turned to face each other, choso's expression darkened. his deep voice rumbled, similar to the sound of thunder just before a storm, as he growled, "watch where ya goin’, punk." the other student flinched at his menacing tone and quickly apologized before scurrying away, leaving choso to chuckle to himself in amusement.

“that was a real dick move, you know that?” a sharp voice pierced through the air, directed at him. choso rolled his eyes in annoyance, ready to start a heated argument once again, but he paused when he saw you standing there. his stoic features suddenly transformed into a mischievous grin, with a hint of malice and flirtatiousness shining through. his dark eyes gleamed with amusement as he locked gazes with you.

he knelt down, bringing himself to eye level with you. a mischievous grin played across his face as he spoke, "aw, 'm sorry princess. do you want me to go apologize to the poor kid?" his deep chuckle rumbled through his chest. "they’re the one that ran into me, so i just kindly reminded ‘em to watch their ass." as he stood back up, his leather jacket creaked, and his scent of cologne mixed with cigarettes in the air. you couldn't help but feel a flutter in your stomach as his piercing gaze met yours again.

choso's piercing gaze roamed over your body, imagining undressing you with his mind. his hand tightened around his wooden staff as he lifted it towards your chest, where your delicate necklace rested. "you got a real nice piece there," he commented, his voice low and smooth like honey. “where’d you get it?”

the contrast between the cold wood of his staff and the warmth of your skin sent a shiver down your spine. but what really caught you off guard were his words, unexpected and oddly charming. you couldn't help but tense up at the closeness of his weapon.

you shifted on your feet, the words tumbling out of your mouth in a hasty, practiced manner. "i dunno," you lied smoothly, avoiding eye contact. "i found it one night in my jewelry box and just started wearing it." your hands fidgeted with the delicate chain, its weight, and warmth a constant reminder of your deceit.

the silver pendant glinted in the light of the sun, casting shadows across your face as guilt prickled at the edges of your conscience. but you couldn't bear to part with it, to give up the comfort it provided in an uncertain world. so you wore it like a mask, hiding behind its simple beauty and intricate design.

choso simply hummed, indicating that he didn’t entirely buy what you were selling. “yeah? you just found that necklace lying around, huh? i’m not buying it. but i’m intrigued…why don’t you tell me the real story, and maybe i’ll spare you the trouble of having to keep track of that lil beauty.”

a surge of electricity courses through your body as choso removes his staff, only to replace it with his fingers, lightly grazing your collarbone. your heart races as you try to come up with a plausible response to his accusations.

"i don’t know what you’re talking about," you stammer, your voice barely audible above a whisper. but your mind is already spinning, trying to find a way out of this situation.

"don't play coy with me," choso purrs, his warm breath tickling your skin. "i know there's more to this story. tell me the truth and maybe i'll let you keep that precious necklace… for now." he leans in closer, his voice dropping to a seductive whisper. "who knows, i might even surprise you with something else you'd like to wear." his words send shivers down your spine as he runs his fingers along the curve of your neck.

your voice quivers with uncertainty as you try to hold the male's gaze. you can feel your heart beating rapidly, a mix of fear and defiance bubbling up inside you. "i don't know what you're getting at," you say, your words laced with frustration and confusion. "the necklace is mine, plain and simple. i don’t know what else you want from me."

your hands grip tightly at the fabric of your shirt, trying to ground yourself in the moment and push away any doubts or accusations. but the tension in the air is palpable, and you can't shake off the feeling that something is amiss.

despite your attempt to remain composed, your body betrays you as you lean into choso's touch. your cheeks burn with a mix of exhilaration and trepidation, the heat spreading from your core to your extremities. your heart races like a wild animal, caught between the fear of the unknown and the thrill of potential ecstasy. every nerve in your body tingles with anticipation, craving more of choso's intoxicating presence.

the tone of choso’s voice was smooth and confident, a playful smirk curling at the edges of his lips as he tightened his grip on your necklace. his gaze burned with determination as he leaned in closer, his breath ghosting against your skin.

"oh, i want a lot from you," he murmured, his words laced with desire. "and i’m not going anywhere until i get what i came for." you could feel the intensity of his gaze and the weight of his words, like a physical force pressing against you. the air crackled with tension as he held onto your necklace, a symbol of the power he held over you.

with a sly smile and a low, suggestive tone, choso suggests, "let's go somewhere private, yeah?" his eyes glint with a dangerous intensity as he takes a deliberate step closer to you. "we have a lot to…discuss." the air around you suddenly feels charged with tension, like the calm before the storm.

you can feel the weight of his words hanging in the air, and you can't help but wonder what exactly he wants to discuss. as his gaze locks onto yours, you can sense something primal stirring within him, and you can't deny the unexpected rush of excitement that courses through your body.

you pause, feeling the powerful magnetic pull of choso's alluring charm. however, your wariness of his unpredictable nature holds you back. "i don’t know," you say slowly, scanning your surroundings with a skeptical eye. the air is thick with tension and the scent of danger lingers on every breath. you can't shake off the uneasy feeling in the pit of your stomach as you try to weigh the consequences of giving in to choso's allure.

"come on, love," choso says, his voice a playful yet menacing lilt. he leans in closer, a mischievous glint in his eye as he speaks. "what's the worst that could happen? you ain't gonna die." his words drip with confidence and bravado, as if tempting fate itself.

a gust of wind blows through the air, carrying with it the scent of garbage and decay. the dim glow of streetlights casts eerie shadows on the walls around them. despite the unsettling surroundings, choso's smirk remains firmly in place, taunting and alluring simultaneously.

you felt your resolve wavering under the intense pressure of choso's gaze. you knew better than to trust someone who seemed so charmingly dangerous, but the thrill of doing something reckless was too hard to resist.

finally, you give in to temptation and nods, a keeping your skeptical expression. "okay...lead the way then ," you say, your voice barely above a whisper.

"good girl," choso purred, releasing the necklace from his grasp as he stepped back. he gave you a once-over, his dark purple eyes filled with undisguised desire. "follow me."

he turned abruptly, his tall figure disappearing into the shadows. you had no choice but to follow him, your heart pounding against her chest like a war drum. the male lead you into a dimly lit classroom. it was silent and eerily still as choso closes the door behind them, sealing you inside with him. the air seems to thicken with tension as he turns to face them, a dangerous glint in his eyes.

"so," you began, your voice low and nervous, "what did you wanna talk about?"

"ya really are a curious one, aren't ya?" choso chuckled softly, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "but since you asked so nicely..." he moved closer to you, his tall frame casting a shadow over yours. "i just want to get to know you better.” he says your name. “understand things about you that nobody else does."

his hand reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair away from your face. "things that only i will know," he added, his voice dropping to a husky whisper.

you instinctively took a step back, the sudden intensity in his gaze causing your heart to race. his words hung heavily in the air, swirling around you like smoke from a fire. "why do you wanna know more about me?" you asked, trying to control the trembling in your voice.

"because you intrigue me, darlin'," choso replied simply, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine. his eyes never left yours, and you could see a hunger and curiosity burning behind them. "you're different from anyone i've met before. there's a fire within you that draws me in…fascinates me."

he moved even closer, his warm breath caressing your skin as he spoke. "and i like playing with fire," he added with a sly grin, his fingertips lightly tracing along your jawline. the air crackled with electricity between the two of you, and you couldn't deny the pull that choso had over you.

"and how do you plan on getting to know me?" to hide the apprehension in your voice, you cleared your throat and raised an eyebrow.

"well now, ain't that the million dollar question?" choso drawled, the corners of his mouth turning up mischievously. his dark purple eyes sparkled with a tantalizing mix of curiosity and amusement. "i suppose we'll just have to wait and see, won't we?"

he took another step towards you, closing the gap between you both entirely. the heat of his body radiated towards you, making your skin tingle. "but let me tell ya this much," he whispered, leaning in close enough for your noses to nearly touch. "it involves a lot of getting to know each other intimately."

"intimately?" you repeated, your cheeks flushing pink at his forwardness. "isn't that a bit…invasive? i mean, you hardly even know me."

"that's the fun part, love," choso murmured, his fingers tracing a path down your arm. "getting to know someone intimately is all about peeling back layers, seeing what's underneath. finding out who they truly are."

he leaned in closer, his lips hovering just barely above yours. "and i can't wait to start peeling those layers off you," he whispered, saying your name again.

you swallowed hard, your heart hammering in your chest as you looked up at him. "that sounds nice but…" you paused briefly, your voice barely above a whisper now. "you do realize i have a boyfriend, right?"

choso's fingers trailed lower, dangerously close to your waist, as he spoke nonchalantly. his words hung in the air like a challenge, his wicked grin flashing at you. "oh, i know," he said nonchalantly, his fingers trailing lower until they were dangerously close to your waist.

"but remember what i said earlier about playing with fire, love?" he flashed you a wicked grin before pressing himself even closer against you. "i live for that shit," he murmured, his voice a husky whisper.

your breath caught as his hand descended further, finally reaching your waist. "i thought you wanted to get to know me," you asserted, trying to maintain control of the situation. "not just sleep with me because you find me 'different' or 'fascinating'."

choso raised an eyebrow, his smirk growing wider. "who said anything about sleeping together, love?" he drawled, his grip on your waist tightening ever so slightly. "i told you, i wanna know you intimately."

the male leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your earlobe as he spoke. "and believe me when i say that intimacy doesn't always involve sex," he whispered seductively. a shiver ran down your spine as choso's warm breath ghosted over your ear. despite your words, your body betrayed you, leaning into him involuntarily.

"but that's what you want, isn't it?" you asked, trying to resist the pull towards him.

"maybe," choso admitted with a sly grin. he pulled back slightly, locking eyes with you. "sometimes the most thrilling thing is not knowing what comes next," he murmured in a sultry voice.

you sighed in defeat, feeling yourself giving in to him. "fine," you conceded, your voice barely audible. "but don't expect me to just roll over for you."

"wouldn't dream of it, love," choso murmured, his fingers dancing in slow circles on your waist. his touch sent shivers down your spine, and you couldn't help but lean into him. "i do love a challenge, it's what keeps things interesting."

he leaned in closer, pressing his body against yours in a deliciously tantalizing way. "now," he purred, his voice dropping to a low whisper. "let's start with something simple."

choso’s lips brushed against yours in a teasing caress, his tongue darting out to trace the delicate seam of your lips. the sensation was electrifying, and you couldn't help but let out a small gasp of pleasure.

you gasped as his lips met hers, your hands instinctively moving to push him away. instead, you found yourself pulling him closer, kissing him back with equal passion.

your mind screamed at you to stop, to pull away before things went too far. but your body had other ideas, responding eagerly to his touch as you melted into his embrace.

choso groaned into the kiss, his body reacting instantly to the feel of you in his arms. his hands moved lower, slipping beneath your shirt to rest on your hips.

he deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring the depths of your mouth as his hands tightened on you. he could feel your body squirming against his own, and he couldn't help but press himself closer, grinding his hardness against you.

breaking the kiss, he trailed hot kisses down your neck, nipping at the sensitive skin there. "God, you taste good," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

you whimpered as he kissed down your neck, your head falling back to give him better access. your hands gripped his shirt tightly, pulling him even closer. "choso..." you breathed, your voice barely above a whisper. "we shouldn't..."

"shhh, love," choso hushed you, his lips continuing their downward trek. "no one needs to know," he murmured, his voice a low rumble against your skin.

his hands moved to unbutton your jeans, sliding the zipper down with practiced ease. he slipped his hand inside, fingers curling around the hem of your panties as he began to pull them down.

you moaned softly as he undid your jeans, her body betraying her despite her protests. you didn't resist as he pulled your pants down, stepping out of them once they reached her ankles.

"are you sure no one will find out?" you asked, your voice low.

" ‘m positive, darlin’," choso assured you, his voice a low murmur against her skin. "and if anyone does happen to find out," he added, his fingers tracing teasing circles on your thigh. "we'll just have to come up with a good lie."

his hand moved higher, slipping between your legs to tease at your wet folds. "now," he continued, his voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "why don't we let our bodies do the talking?"

you couldn't help but bite your lip as his touch sent shivers down your spine. despite your reservations, your body arched into his caress, betraying your desires. "okay…" you said softly, feeling a mix of nervousness and anticipation. choso smirked, his fingers tracing teasingly along your inner thigh before dipping lower to tease at your entrance.

a shiver ran through you as his husky voice purred "good girl," the sound dripping with desire and commanding you to submit to him. the air around you seemed to thicken with tension as he leaned in closer, his growl sending waves of pleasure through your body.

choso’s free hand moved to the waistband of his pants, pulling them down over his hips and freeing his hardened length. his fingers traced along the length, feeling its familiar weight and girth. a bead of pre-cum had already formed at the tip, glistening in the dim light of the room. "are you ready, love?" he asked, his voice low and husky.

you nodded, biting your lip as you watched him stroke himself. the sight sent a shiver of anticipation through your body. "yeah," you said quietly, your heart pounding with a mix of nerves and excitement.

"that's my girl," choso murmured, his hand stilling on his throbbing cock. he moved forward, positioning himself between your legs, the heat of your bodies radiating toward each other. "just relax, okay? i promise i'll take care of you." with those words, he’d thrust inside you, a low groan escaping his lips as he bottomed out within the velvety walls of your tight heat.

you couldn't help but arch your back and moan in pleasure as he began to move, each deep thrust igniting a fire within you. the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the air, accompanied by your combined gasps and moans.

you cried out as he entered you, your nails digging into his shoulders. you had been expecting pain, but all you felt was pleasure. you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside you. "oh god... choso..." you moaned, your head rolling back as waves of pleasure washed over you.

choso groaned at the feeling of your pussy squeezing him, his hips beginning to move in a slow, steady rhythm. "fuck," he groaned out, his voice strained with pleasure.

his hands moved to grip your ass, lifting you off the desk as he’d thrust into you harder and faster. "god, you feel amazing," he muttered, his breathing ragged as he pounded into you.

choso groaned at the feeling of your pussy squeezing him, his hips beginning to move in a slow, steady rhythm. "fuck," he groaned out, his voice strained with pleasure.

his hands moved to grip your ass, lifting you off the desk as he’d thrust into you harder and faster. "god, you feel amazing," he muttered, his breathing ragged as he pounded into you.

you moaned loudly as he fucked you, your nails digging into his shoulders. "more... please... choso..." you begged, your hips meeting his consistent thrusts.

you were lost in the pleasure, unable to think about anything else. all you knew was that you wanted more, needed more of choso.

choso grunted in response, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chased his release. "fuck, i'm close," he warned, his pace not slowing despite his warning. his hand moved to cup her face, thumb brushing over her bottom lip. "you gonna cum for me, love?" he asked, his voice husky with lust.

your body trembled and arched against his as he relentlessly thrust into you, each movement sending jolts of pleasure through your entire being. you whimpered and moaned, unable to form coherent words as you surrendered completely to the sensations. "mhm…" you hummed in response to his unspoken question, your voice barely audible over the sounds of your entangled bodies.

as the intensity built within you, your grip on choso tightened and your movements became more erratic. your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave, overwhelming every nerve ending and leaving you gasping for air. his cock continued to fill you with blissful waves of ecstasy, your pussy clenching and milking him uncontrollably as he filled you with his seed.

finally, as the last shudders of pleasure subsided, you collapsed against choso's chest, panting and spent. the scent of sweat and sex filled the air around you, a physical manifestation of the passionate release you had just experienced together.

his breath hitched as he came down from his high, panting heavily as he tried to regain control of his senses. "that was... fucking incredible," he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction.

you sat there panting, your body still trembling from the intensity of your orgasm. you could feel choso's cum starting to leak out of you, staining the floor beneath them.

"i never thought it would be like that," you admitted, your voice barely more than a whisper.

choso chuckled, his arm tightening around you as he pulled you closer. "it gets better every time," he promised, his voice a low purr against your ear. "but right now," he added, his hand moving to stroke your hair. "we should probably clean up before someone sees us."

you nodded, though you made no move to actually get up. you were content to stay there in his arms, even if you both were covered in sweat.

"i guess you're right," you finally agreed, your voice soft.

as you walked through the threshold of your home a few days later, a sudden urge to declutter and organize took over. your room, once cluttered with knick-knacks and forgotten items, was now being tidied up in a frenzy.

you discarded things that no longer held meaning or were not even yours to begin with - like the half-filled box of lentils or the dusty laura nyro record that had been sitting untouched for years. as you sorted through the chaos, a sense of renewal filled the air, as if shedding unnecessary possessions would bring clarity and order to your life.

and just like the various items you threw away to declutter your living space, you also threw away your three year relationship to be with that little devil that crept into your life, a cigarette in hand and a blood red harley to take him wherever he wanted to go.

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[apocalypticgargoyle]

𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙀𝙉𝘿. ҂ 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢

request:

Hi!! Idk if you’re taking requests rn lol but I was wondering if you can write a clay imagine? It can be smut or anything lol

pairing: dream x fm!reader

warnings: nsfw (18+ minors dni), smut, calling dream clay, cliche apocalypse au, blood, kinda sad ngl

word count: ~3000

links: ao3

a/n: Hi everyone. I have no idea what this is, but if you like it let me know! I was struggling with coming up with something for dream but here we are on a crackpot tangent. N E WAY, thank you for all your support and requests! Have a great week and happy reading ♡ ᵍᵉⁿᵉ

Soapy bubbles clung to your arms as you pressed your hands into the hot water, sighing as you reached the bottom of the sink. You didn’t care about the murky discoloration of the water from the stack of dishes you had just polished off. You attempted to let the stress of your day roll off your shoulders to mix into that same water. Call it a baptism, but the solace you got standing before the sink, pouring your emotions into the dark, louring water was comparable to nothing. The radio buzzed with slight static as the station attempted to break through the heavy interference.

That was until three long pulses echoed over the station, making your skin crawl as if an unseen force were intruding on your alone time. You stood up straighter, water dripping down your arms and splashing on the linoleum floor beneath you as you listened to the grizzled news broadcaster read from an obviously unedited announcement. The world outside of your apartment seemed to still, silence echoing through the streets where shrilling sirens lived only moments before.

“Breaking news… NASA has just verified that the mystery asteroid is, in fact, in danger of crashing into the Earth… As of this moment-” His voice cut out, your radio buzzing into static. In a panicked effort, you vaulted across your kitchen, slipping on the dishwater in the process as you tumbled to the ground. Before the pain could set in, you climbed to your feet, smacking your hand atop of the radio. It finally crackled back to life as you twisted at the dials feverishly. “... three days. To repeat, there is a countdown on the NASA website… take shelter when the time nears.”

Your ears rang alongside the three pulses to indicate the message was over. You were in denial, figuring there was no way this asteroid was actually going to obliterate the Earth. Surely, it was a joke. Everyone had been making memes of the space rock since it was picked up on NASA’s radar a month prior. Surely, this was just a test.

You waited for the city to come back to life, but everything remained still. After everything you’d all been through in the last year, an asteroid was going to be the end.

A sharp and urgent knock hammered against your door, making you jump a few feet in the air. Before you could move to see who it was, the person was already through the threshold. You peered around the corner of the kitchen and down the hall, your gaze meeting a pair of dark green irises. Clay’s towering figure stalked toward you, his eyes brimming with tears and panic. He pulled you into his embrace rather hurriedly, as if he’d been itching to wrap around you before he broke down.

The hint of cologne clouding the air around the two of you suggested that he was on his way out. As your hands followed their muscle memory to grip onto his clothes, he dug his face into the crook of your neck. It was becoming clear that even if you weren’t responding to your best friend’s need, he was going to take it from you.

He pulled away from you slightly. Your mind had gone completely silent as he looked at you, his attention struggling to focus on one part of your face. Your body felt numb and your tongue had gone dry. His gaze traveled towards the ground and he stepped back slightly, worry spreading across his features as he clamped his hand around your forearm.

“Why are you bleeding? What happened?” His voice cracked slightly as he dug into the drawer beside you to find a towel. You furrowed your brows before finally catching sight of the blood seeping from your arm and between his fingers. His hand was large enough that it nearly served as its own bandage.

He tugged you behind him towards your bathroom. “I fell…” You mumbled, your mind now racing with questions. Why couldn’t you feel the cut? Or his hands? He pushed you upwards to sit on the bathroom counter, his crimson hands shaking slightly as he rinsed them off. Your fingers tightened around the towel holding your wound together. As he focused on the task before him, he seemed to calm down ever so slightly. He rolled his head on his shoulders and took a deep breath to steady himself as fished through your First Aid kit.

“I was on my way to Nick’s and I heard the news. I’m…” He brought his arm up slightly to brush away a few tears against his shoulder. He pulled open a package with his teeth. You watched him carefully as he worked to clean you up. His blond locks hung over his eyes, curling around his ears and twisting about as he focused and you could almost hear his mother’s voice telling him he needed a haircut.

Your chest ached. “Clay, I think I’m having some kind of a breakdown,” you mumbled, your own eyes prickling with tears as he looked up at you quickly. Usually, you were the one that kept it together. It had been like that since the two of you were teenagers. Despite the fact that Clay’s tall, muscular stature gave off the appearance of an intimidating being. In actuality he always let his emotions get the best of him, leaving you in charge of being the rational one.

But as he patched up your arm and struggled not to fall apart, the reality was settling in to weigh heavily on your shoulders.

He began to talk softly to you---much like you usually did for him---making sure his touches were delicate and slow. While his hands were coarse from years of football and building decks with his dad in the summers when the two of you were younger, they were so tender when dealing with you. He cradled you as if you would break at the slightest flex of his finger.

“Why didn’t you just go to Nick’s?” You asked him once he’d finished bandaging your arm and had begun rewashing his hands. The scarlet water in the sink looked almost surreal after you’d been staring so long at the caliginous dishwater. He rested his hands on the edge of the sink, his eyes flashing up to look at himself in the mirror before chewing on the inside of his cheek.

Your hand traveled up his arm, his skin warm beneath your touch as you tugged on his bicep to bring him closer to you. He moved to wrap you in his embrace once again, his breath melding into your hair as his fingers closed around the fabric of your shirt. “I’d rather spend the end of the world with you,” he barely whispered, pressing a kiss to your shoulder softly.

You pulled away from him gently, his forehead moving to rest against your own. One of his hands moved to brush into your hair, his fingers finding purchase against your neck. The familiar smell of smoky vanilla and sage seeped into your mind at his closeness. You thought about your first kiss shared in “the name of science,” after you turned fourteen. Clay had been so awkward in his body at that time; his hair shaggy, stretch marks along his knees from his growth spurt, and a growing realization that you were in fact, a member of the opposite sex.

The Clay before you, even in his state of anguish and anxiety, stood with a cockiness that that Clay couldn’t have even dreamt of. His thumb glossed over your jaw, his eyes cast down as if his mind was wreaking havoc on his movements. Cautiously, you leaned towards him, sealing the space between the two of you as your lips pressed against his. The air of catastrophe seemed to dissipate around you as he pulled you tighter against him. The taste of mint and a faint whisper of fruit from the gum he always chewed blended against your tongue. Your arms moved to wrap around his waist, wanting him pressed to you as close as he could be.

He wrapped his hands around your thighs, pulling you up and into his arms as he made his way to your bedroom. As your back hit the mattress, Clay’s lips were back on yours, your fingers slipping beneath the hem of his shirt to tug the fabric over his head. You sighed as he hesitated before nipping at the skin of your collarbones, his tongue ghosting against any mark that formed on your skin from his teeth. You drove your hands into his hair, your fingers locking around the slight curls forming. He pushed your shirt off and you wiggled out of your sweatpants.

His hips dug into yours, the friction bringing a lazy smile to your face as you bit your lip. You tugged on his hair, making him moan into your ear to mix with his motions. “I want you, Clay,” you stated, your voice falling from your lips in a slightly deeper tone, your breathing uneven with passion. He moved to look into your eyes, pausing for a moment before his hand slid between your waistband and your hip to remove your underpants. It was clear that even as the timer clicked away the minutes the two of you had together, you wanted to savor him. If the world ended now as the two of you were in each other’s embrace, you would be fulfilled.

He smirked slightly at your words, his lips finding your neck once again. “You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to hear that,” he moaned, pressing a kiss behind your ear. He slunk down to press his lips against your stomach, moving slowly up your body to bury his face in your hair, grinding his hips against yours. You fought not to roll your eyes as you hooked your fingers through his belt loops, pulling his pants off. He pressed his lips against yours, humming into the kiss as you wrapped your leg around one of his. You slipped your tongue into his mouth, grinding against him.

As Clay pushed himself into you, your whole body relaxed as if he were made for you. He dug his face into the crook of your neck, letting you adjust to him. You hummed slightly, taking your bottom lip between your teeth as he began to move. He gripped the edge of the mattress beside your head as he leaned his weight on his forearm, the angle bringing your thigh to rest against his side. You wrapped your arm around his shoulder, bringing your hips up to move with his. “You’re so beautiful…” he mumbled, his lips brushing against your collarbones again as his thrusts into you became deeper.

You began to feel every inch of him in you as his hips ground against yours. Clay’s lips left yours to press against your jaw and your ear, one of his hands interlocking with yours, binding the two of you further together in the act. It was his carefulness of your forearm that sent a shock wave through your body as you were bitterly reminded that instead of a lifetime of cherishing moments like this, the two of you were cursed into his disaster arc.

His hand pressed into the mattress, fingers curling around the sheets as you pulled him down to you again, his lips melding to yours. You groaned, finding your sweet spot as he did so, making him pick up his pace. His other hand pressed against the side of your neck, bringing your skin closer to his lips as he pressed open mouth kisses to the landscape of your neck, thrusting into you and making the tension in your body tighten with pleasure. Your arms moved to wrap around Clay’s torso, pressing your lips against his shoulder as he moved. Your toes curled as you finally reached your orgasm, calling out his name and feeling him release as well, riding out your pleasure.

As you laid beside him, he played with your fingers, the quietness between the two of you nearly comforting. There was almost the question of “what now” hanging in the air.

A knock came at your door once again, your heart dropping slightly at who the person could be. You shot a look to Clay before pulling on one of the discarded shirts and your shorts from earlier. Your apartment was cold after being in bed with Clay, the air nipping at your skin and sending a shiver down your skin. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed the billboard beside your window had the countdown displayed in heavy red numbers. You swallowed your uneasiness and opened your door.

Nick stood before you, his eyebrows slightly perked at---what you could only assume---your unkempt appearance. He wet his lips briefly. “Dream’s here right?” He asked, peering over your head a bit. You silently opened your door completely, letting him inside. Clay came out of your bedroom, tugging a hoodie over his head that he had previously shoved in one of your drawers. As Nick eyed him, it seemed like he’d forgotten whatever serious matter he needed Clay for. Instead of the skittish expression, Nick’s face twisted into a knowingly smug quip.

Clay ran his fingers through his hair, moving down the hallway and into your kitchen. “What’s up?” He queried Nick. You followed the two of them as Nick began to ramble about the end of the world.

Your chest tightened at his words as you took a seat at your kitchen counter. Clay uncapped a beer, leaning on the marble across from you. “There’s a bunker nearby. It belongs to some random old guy but I know some people who can get us a spot,” Nick muttered almost as if he were worried your neighbors would hear and sabotage his plans. He looked between the two of you quickly. “I think it’s worth a shot.”

You watched Clay closely as he thought, his expression nearly blank due to his somberness. You could practically hear the clock ticking away outside as the red light began to seep into your apartment. Clay chewed the inside of his cheek. “What do you think?” He asked, suddenly breaking the deafening silence and turning to you. “I wanna go where you go.” He looked almost like a child as he said this, but you were grateful he wanted to be with you in the end.

You tore your eyes from him, focusing on the ring forming in your sink from the dishwater that you hadn’t had the opportunity to drain. Your mind raced with the possibility that Nick was offering. “What’s the worst that can happen? We’re dying anyway, right?” You responded wearily.

And that’s how you found yourself packed into an underground shelter, Clay’s body pressed against yours as nameless people crowded the dense area. Nick huddled against the two of you, the asteroid’s timer serving as a foreboding heartbeat as it reminded you all that these were the last moments of your life. Clay’s arm tightened around your shoulders as you buried your face in the softness of his sweatshirt. Your legs were going numb from sitting on the ground with your knees folded to your chest, but you didn’t dare move from his grasp. Nick’s side dug into your own as he attempted to shrug away from the hysterical woman beside him whispering to herself.

Only the mumbling of prayers and lamenting sobs broke up the lulling music playing over a small Ham radio resting on a bookshelf in the corner. The tune reminded you of an eerie scene in a movie from the ‘60s. As the song faded, a newscaster began to discuss the timer, wishing that everyone was with loved ones and had spent the last of their money.

And then the final ten seconds came. Your fingers threaded with Clay’s as he pressed a lasting kiss to your forehead.

“... Nine. Eight…”

Nick leaned into you. The two of you had never really been close, but on your journey to the bunker, he'd become a companion to you just as much as he was Clay's.

“... Seven. Six…”

You let your mind travel to your past, prom in particular. When Clay shut the skirt of your dress in his passenger door by accident. You were so mad at him for finding humor in the situation.

“... Five. Four…”

You thought about the week prior when you were considering skipping a lecture because you were tired. What you wouldn’t give to go back to the simplicity of problems like that.

“... Three. Two…”

You hugged Clay tighter to you, hoping that if you both got blasted into whatever kind of eternity was waiting, you’d land at the same time.

“... One.”

Everyone seemed to hold their breath, even the newscaster. The silence was painful as you all waited.

Clay and Nick moved quickly, looking around the room. You furrowed your brows at them, your grip tightening around the front of Clay’s sweater. “Do you hear that?” Clay stated, his voice coming out rushed. Nick nodded, watching as the rest of the men in the bunker began to talk amongst themselves. You couldn’t hear anything, worry settling.

“What?” You asked, barely above a whisper.

Clay pushed himself to sit up away from the wall, dragging you up with him. “How can you not hear that?” He urged mildly. Fear began to pick at your nerves as you noticed the same reactions filling the shelter. Nick stood up, following some of the other guys who heard whatever they were talking about. Clay slipped from your grasp. “I’ll be right back,” he muttered and you grabbed his hand. His eyes flashed a different color as he looked at you.

A few of the women followed the group, attempting to get their companion’s attention before one of them opened the shelter door.

[unstoppableforcce]

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—CHAPTER ONE: dusk

pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi x reader ( royal au )

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a/n: oo so this is a long time in the making and was finally decided to be an obi wan fic, my first one!! I hope y’all enjoy this two being sickly sweet bc I’m so soft for them rn !!

There was a beauty to the onset of dusk, the last minutes of light as the two suns began to lower down to the horizon.

The light was warm, incredibly warm, pouring over the valley, illuminating the fields outside the city walls and the spires of the palace in an overwhelming surge of orange and yellow. And as the minutes passed, the warmth began to disappears but the colors only became more and more electric, streams of red flowing to purple, the whole valley a glowing landscape that you couldn’t pull your stare away from.

“I knew I would find you out here...”

Part of the beauty was the silence, you would be eager to remind him, but doing so would only further break the silence. Besides, for being fleeting on his feet as a solider in a fight, he had already shattered the quiet with his boot steps through the grass as he came up behind you.

All you wanted was to breathe outside the palace walls, all you wanted was to watch the sunset...

He took a step closer behind you and you couldn’t ignore him anymore.

“Where else would I be?” You countered, reaching down to pick at the grass that poked up around the fabric of your dress where you sat.

His chuckle was deep, verging on mocking in tone but never quite getting there, he had too much respect for you to ever really mock you, “I believe there were some diplomatic meetings that were awaiting your presence.”

“They can manage without me, they always do.” You let out with your somber sigh, exhaling as the wind picked up, whipping over the crest of the hill where you sat and blowing your hair back from your face, jostling the grass around you.

It was a beautiful sound, the wind echoing through the surrounding nature. All you could hear back in the palace was the sound of guards pacing by and people coming and going, coming and going...

Taking another step forward, he finally came into your view even as your head remained pointed dead ahead, his boots and his legs peaking into your peripheral. You couldn’t help but spare a glance to them, the leather over his feet somehow immaculate even after having made the same hike you had to get up to the top for the view.

“It angers him that you sneak out. Eventually he’ll lock you up for good, you realize that, don’t you, your highness.”

Your lips pursed on their own as your head gave a minuscule nod, just enough for him to recognize as a response, but even then, unnecessary. He was a man trained to spot a threat from miles away, a man ordered to protect you no matter what, and from this distance, he could pick up on even your subtlest of emotions without batting an eye.

Even now, he was searching the surrounding wilderness for any sign of a threat, scanning every inch of land that he could see, which from this vantage point, was nearly everything.

As he finally finished his scan of the terrain, he took another step forward and settled in on the grass next to you, “If you keep doing things like this, I’m inclined to agree with such actions.”

The piercing color of his eyes could kill, you were sure of it. Why keep the blade strapped to his thigh all hours of the day when surely one look from him would be enough to ward off even the largest of threats?

“I don’t believe you.” Pulling your knees up to your chest, you held them in snug with your arms wrapped around, turning your head to lean against them and gaze to him at the same time. Though, he didn’t turn and look back to you as you did to him. His stare held forward, his shoulders tense and his back sat painfully straight, just waiting for an attack that had yet to come your away, always waiting.

“To keep you safe, there is little I wouldn’t consider.”

“And yet, you let me come out here.” You mock, not quite as quick to hold your tongue as he tends to be. “You know that I leave the palace, you have to know, but you let me.”

There had to be some tell, some shift in his stoic disposition to give something away, something to allude to there being a real man under the soldier who stayed so close to your side. But all the setting suns illuminated was the blonde in his hair, on his head and face. He was a painfully blank page that you had been trying for months to figure out how to read, yet, still nothing.

“It is not my responsibility to get you to your meetings, just to keep you safe,” he sighed, finally dropping his eyes from his continuous scan, considering the grass mindlessly for a moment before letting his stare drift to you. “If you’re here and I know you are, you’re safe.”

Your own chuckle fell from your lips as you held his stare, “locking me up would certainly save you the hike.”

“I don’t mind the hike,” he shrugged as he turned back to his scan of the perimeter. “It’s quite the view.”

Getting to his feet, he reached down his legs to dust off some grass and dirt before finally offering a gloved hand your way.

“I’m not leaving.” Your shrug came just as easily, rolling off your shoulders almost too nonchalantly as one of your brows raised in a challenge his way.

“Your highness...”

“I came up here to watch the suns set, Obi-Wan, I’m not leaving.”

He dropped his stare from the surroundings again, back to meet yours, but found nothing that hinted at surrender behind your eyes, only the stubborn nature he had swore he would never grow used to.

“I have orders to bring you back to the palace.” He reiterated but you only moved your focus back to the glowing horizon.

Shades of purple began to fall over you as the clouds pulled away and the setting suns unleashed a marvelous palet across the sky, illuminating every inch of your complexion, making you a radiant light against the green grass of the hill. The wind blew through again, this time coming in from a slightly different angle and blowing your hair into your face instead if away, forcing your hand to slowly lift and tuck it back behind your ear. It was such a small movement, but so languid, so distracting—

“I’m not going.” You added again, maintaining your tone of finality even as he kept his hand extended to you.

“Yes, you are.” He urged, gesturing with his hand again but you still held in your conviction. “I don’t wish to carry you back down the mountain, but we both know that I will, your highness.”

You bit your tongue but the words came out anyways, “to keep me safe?”

It was a challenge this time, he was sure of it.

A challenge to which he wasn’t sure if he knew how best to respond to, so he kept his hand out towards you and pleaded with his stare for you to take it, to make this as simple as possible.

“Your highness?”

Sucking in a deep breath, you finally conceded as you realized you didn’t have much of a choice in the matter. You would thrash the whole way down out of stubbornness, but he’d still carry you, the same conviction running through his veins. It wasn’t his fault, you reminded yourself, he was doing his job.

Slipping your hand delicately into his, he easily hoisted you to your feet, the soft edges of your fingers digging into the worn leather of the glove until you were stood toe to toe with him and his the more rational side of his brain forced his hand from yours. He took a substantial step back, holding out his arm to gesture you ahead of him, and surprising both of you, you nodded and followed the direction.

The path wasn’t paved, it wasn’t even well maintained, but you had navigated it enough times to know nearly every pebble by heart, and it seemed that either Obi-Wan did too or that he trusted each step of your foot enough to take the same one as he followed close behind. Though, he had a significant advantage in his boots where as your feet were bare, dirt and grass bending beneath your toes where each step he took sounded off with a crunch.

It was your element, it wasn’t his.

And as another gust of wind whisked around the two of you, you turned back over your shoulder to catch sight of him, a half smile working it’s way to your lips while he had on his same stone-cold disposition. He wasn’t even looking at you, his chin up and his eyes continuing to scan while his hand rested on the sword sheathed to his side.

The soldier was not exactly a conversationalist, not that he was lost around a discussion, but more in the sense that he wouldn’t be one to initiate. And apparently he was sticking to his own tendencies as you looked back at him, hoping to catch his attention, and came up with nothing, not even a glance.

A couple more minutes down the path, the suns coming to touch the horizon just before dipping below, you stole another glance over your shoulder, appearing in his vision sun-coated and absolutely glowing. But he still said nothing, leaving the game in your hands.

“Why do you chase after me?”

His step almost faltered, almost.

Thankfully, he was trailing behind you on the path only wide enough for the two of you to go one-by-one. Even though you were staring, you didn’t catch it, your eyes remaining secure on his face and the way it was equally illuminated by the setting suns.

“It’s my job, your highness.” He answered with a steady voice as he kept pace behind you.

Your laugh this time was softer as you turned back to focus on the path before you. “I certainly don’t make it easy for you.”

“No, you don’t.” He sighed as the path widened out and he stepped up to walk alongside you, “that doesn’t make it any less my job.”

You stole a glance to the side as he settled into pace, boots hitting the ground in time with your simpler steps, “no, I suppose it doesn’t.”

Your pace began to slow, forcing him to adjust and slow beside you until you came to a full stop, leaving him no choice but to stop as well. Clearly something was weighing on your mind, he didn’t need to be an expert in you to see that as your feet twisted in the trampled grass of the path.

“Your highness?” He urged as he noticed the first sun finally dip below the horizon, the air around the two of you dropping in temperature almost immediately. But as he glanced back to you, he found your brow furrowed on your face, the skin between your brows crunched together as thoughts clearly poured into your head. So, he urged again, “your highness?”

“What if it wasn’t your job?”

There was no response he could give. There was one he wanted to give, there was the truth, but he wasn’t entitled to either of them, even as you took a step forward, closer than he typically allowed you to get.

He wasn’t allowed to answer questions like that, he wasn’t your friend.

He was employed to keep you safe; he was bound by the position and his duties to professionalism just as he was bound by his place in the world, several miles below yours. You always aimed for casualness, and he tried his best to give you that, to not put you on the pedestal he knew you resented, but sometimes he couldn’t.

Sometimes the best he could do was his job, and sometimes that meant keeping a strong line in the sand even as you tried to blur it with your bare feet.

“Your highness,” he tried again to urge you forward, to move you back down the path but instead, you took another step forward and his breath caught.

“What if it wasn’t your job?” You repeated, your brow no longer furrowed in confusion but your stare twisted into a desperate plea for an answer he just couldn’t give.

“The sun has set, princess, we need to keep moving—“

“You didn’t answer my question.”

No, he didn’t, nor did he expect you to move on without realizing he was avoiding it, but he had to try.

“I know. We need to keep moving—“

“What would you be doing right now if this wasn’t your job?” There weren’t many inches left between the two of you and you stepped up to take one of the last ones, making it possible for him to avoid your stare now, no matter how hard he tried.

And he really did try. But eventually, after a deep breath in, he stopped fighting and allowed his stare to meet yours directly, “I don’t know.”

Your head quirked, like another question was brewing in your head as a smirk began to rise to your lips. It wasn’t a question surging behind your eyes, not as your stare grew sly, it was an idea.

And he didn’t like the look of that.

You took one step back up the path and he gave a brief warning, “your highness...”

It didn’t work.

As the second sun dipped behind the horizon, the temperature dropped again and your took another step up the path, forcing him to take another step to follow. “What are you—“

You stole a few more steps back before trying to run, but it didn’t last long. He was much quicker, catching up to you and stopping you with a hold of his hand, not touching you but easily keeping you from going any further. He didn’t have to warn you this time, his stare and broad shoulders did it even with his mouth remaining shut.

But instead of trying again, you lowered yourself down to the ground on the grass there and sighed.

“Your highness...” he extended his hand with a disappointed sigh of his own.

“Why don’t you call me by my name?” You asked next, angling to look at him as the light continued to decrease around the two of you.

The purples grew deeper and deeper as his stare grew more and more aggravated, the highlights of his cheeks bones cascaded in midnight blues while his hair bounced back the last traces of light, sparkling like the stars that slowly became more visible as the clouds pulled back.

“I cannot, your highness...”

“You can, I’ve told you a thousand times that you can—“

“We need to get going, your highness.” He pushed his hand further into your line of sight, trying to urge you forward, to grab it and get going but you merely stared at the worn leather grasp he was offering. “Please...”

“If I didn’t have to be here, I’d be anywhere but...” you sighed, leaning back into the grass, further from his hand. “I’d travel, take my horse and just ride as far as I could... I’d go to the mountains, to the coast and out into open water, you’re from the coast, aren’t you?”

He shook his head slightly before reluctantly admitting, “Yes, your highness.”

“See, you just answered a question, clearly you know how—“

“We need to get you back to the palace.” He corrected his stance, back straight again, his hand still held out for you. “Now, your highness.”

“I’m not leaving until I’m satisfied.”

He bit his lip, looking back to recheck for any emerging threats before he looked back to your reclined form, “something tells me that’s near unachievable...”

Your smirk only grew, soaking in the mere second of a break in his typically reserved disposition like it was the best wine that had ever been sat in front of you, deliciously coating your sly tongue as you responded, “never took you as one to shy away from a real challenge.”

“Your highness—“ he gave one last desperate attempt to protect his position as you sat up and threw a clump of picked grass at his perfect uniform.

“Call me by my name!” You chuckled out as he brushed the grass away from his tunic. Another brief second of something real flashing behind his eyes as he plucked a piece of grass from his holster and, just as quickly as it appeared, it was gone again.

“Yes, your highness.”

Whether it was intentional or not, the direct disobedience covered in a slick gesture of his respect sent a wave of heat over your bare shoulders and down into your stomach. It was like he was willing to play your game, just not willing to admit that he was. It would have annoyed your more if it didn’t amuse you so much to watch his golden curls, now darkened by the evening light, bounce as he moved his stare away and to the surrounding tree lines again.

You picked up another clump of grass and tossed it his way again, trying to break another real moment from him but what you got was far more than you had been trying for.

“I have orders, your highness, to get you back to the palace. The suns have set, it’s just going to get colder and we need to return before they worry and send armies out after you.” His serious tone showed no sign of breaking anymore, and it certainly quenched any heat that had been burning in your gut, the wind coating your skin in the same drop in temperature he had been referencing.

Though this time, you weren’t sure if it was the fault of nature or his suddenly icy disposition.

And as your face fell to your lap and the grass still laying on your gown and around it, you missed the way his own face fell in regret from seeing the playfulness vacate your form right before him. He wasn’t out of line, if anything, he was the greatest embodiment of order that could be asked of a bodyguard, but knowing that didn’t help the shiver that ran down your back.

“I’ve been missing for longer,” you solemnly admitted, brushing your hair back behind your ears with both hands before glancing back up to him. But his stare was further away than it had ever been, maybe looking for threats, maybe just avoiding you.

He extended his hand again, still covered by the thick leather, protecting it from the elements that your gown left you bare to, and you took it, slipping your hand into his and letting him bring you back to your feet. It wasn’t fair to make him bad at his job, it was just a job to him...

But then again, you still weren’t satisfied. As he tried to pull his hand away, to guide you back to the city, you kept your grip, all but forcing his stare to meet yours again.

“What would you do if I truly ran away, not up here but as far as my legs could carry me?” You asked, not letting him pull away, if anything, using his reciprocal grip to pull yourself in closer to the heat he radiated.

“Your highness...”

“You can’t avoid every question I ask you, Obi-Wan.”

He shook his head, finally pulling his hand from yours, “I’m afraid I can...”

You didn’t fight him the rest of the way back. He gestured for you to move ahead of him and you, even solemnly so, complied. The grass and dirt that warmed your feet on the way up now just froze you, as did the chilly aura emanating from the man behind you. And once you hit the stone of the city floor, it only got worse, especially as the palace lights illuminated ahead did nothing to warm you.

Never more than a few feet behind you, even once you two were safe within the walls of the palace, the number of guards around increasing exponentially, he still kept you in his sights as you led the way back to your room. Staircase after staircase, the staff around you bowed to your presence while your steps grew faster and faster, not typically one to ignore those around you but speeding ahead like they weren’t even there.

He couldn’t let his head hang with the guilt of sending you into your own icy shut down, he had to keep you close until he knew you were secure in your room, as he swore he would do.

Making it to your floor, he quickly waved the guards off who stood by your door, choosing to escort you the rest of the way himself, but you couldn’t care less, all you wanted to do was put the gilded door of your bedroom between the two of you as quickly as you could.

You grabbed for the door, attempting to throw it open and throw yourself inside when he moved up right behind you, caught the door and held it shut, warming you with an anger now as you turned back towards him and his golden hair, brightly illuminated by the surrounding candles.

“You win, go tell them I’m back and get your reward—“ your sarcasm heated you the rest of the way up as you stepped into him where he held his ground.

“Your highness—“

“I’m going to bed, Kenobi—“

“I would follow you.”

He slowly brought his eyes from your bare feet to your pointed stare, his breath catching in his perfectly poised throat as he watched you soften at his words.

“Follow me?” Your voice barely qualified as a whisper as your hands reached up yet again to brush your hair back behind your ears.

“If you were to run, truly run, as far as your legs could carry you...”

The candle light around the two of you flickered as the wind blew through the open windows of your hallway, the shadows on his face making him look older and far more tired than you ever really noticed he was. But in a second, the light was back, his hair glowing like the golden decorations around your room did, his eyes piercing much easier now, not necessarily capable of killing anyone but only a degree separate from it now as he held your eyes with his.

“You’re telling me the truth?”

He nodded, dropping his head as he grabbed your hand in his gloved one yet again, his lips pressing a hesitant kiss to the crest of your knuckles.

“Always, your highness.”

Taking a step back from the door, he let his hand fall and allowed you open it once again.

“Goodnight, Obi-Wan...” you muttered as you took your first step through the door.

He called the two guards back from the end of the hall and gave you one last nod before leaving for his own chambers with the rest of the palace guards about four stories beneath where the two of you stood. “Goodnight, your highness.”

As the door shut, you felt your hand tremble slightly from where his lips had pressed against it, the warmth never really leaving.

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no tag list yet but I’m willing to open one if there’s interest!

[avenger-hawk]

oh yeah tumblr doesn't have something for reporting works that are plagiarized/copyrights, right? unlike ao3, in ao3 it seems that if a fic is stolen, ao3 will respond to it, although i don't know if it works if the story is published in a different sight (here or other websites) then copied to ao3 that ao3 will respond too it or if it's in ao3 first then placed in a different site... But others taking your ideas are horrible especially if you said you'd be thinking of doing it yourself

It's more subtle than this, so I can't call it plagiarism even, but it's still unfair imo. In one case it's a (very beautiful) fanart of a very rare pairing I posted edits and wrote a fic about, that basically no one mentioned before I did, but the artist just posted their thing kinda hinting that they invented that weird pairing lol, even tho most ppl in the fandom mentioned me and my stuff when they later came up with fanworks for them. they didn't have any 'duty' towards me and if they didn't say anything it would have been totally ok for me, but theirbut their claiming they didn't know where their idea came from felt fake and unfair to me.

In another case I wrote a fic and posted it on ffnet and ao3 5years ago (I can't believe it's been so long omg), I posted edits for this rare pairing as well, and I remember that when I looked for fics for them there were very little and not exactly IC. More recently I saw one and it was very good, like, too good, like totally similar to my dynamics and characterization. And in this case too it's not plagiarism either because just like I claim my characterization to be IC, that author can claim that they came up with the same characterization and dynamics because it's the right one. But still, the similarity remains, idk how to explain but I think an author can feel it when there's a 'connection' between their work, be it fic or edit or drawing, and someone else's.

As an author, when I am inspired by a drawing or a fic or whatever, I always mention it in the notes, I think it's fair to do so and I imagine the author might be pleased, as imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, as they say.

So I can think that these authors didn't remember my works and just came up with their own thing by coincidence because it can happen, even though with a rarepair it's a bit weird. That's why, since technically it's not plagiarism, but it's still very unpleasant, I want to make sure that if I post my headcanons here, like I did already, they won't be stolen, or rather, they won't be taken without mentioning me...not even as a credit, just as a fact. Because I have a lot of headcanons and idea I don't have time and focus to write because real life is hard rn, and I don't want someone with an easier life, more time on their hands and a more people pleasing attitude to write smth with my ideas lol

I remember some time ago in another fandom I was, a girl came up with a headcanon. More people, I included, elaborated on it, and we created an interesting AU...the OP though got angry because in that moment she was busy, and she wanted to write her own thing from her own headcanon but we kinda stole her idea and even though we shifted it to something else, she felt an unpleasant pressure upon her idea in case she continued it. Back then I thought she was exaggerated, now I kinda understand. In the same fandom I just finished an AU I hurried writing (my concept of hurrying lol, as I'm slow) just because I saw someone posting a kinda similar aesthetic, and I didn't want my work to appear as the 'second', not that it would be a bad thing, but I had that idea first.

Sorry for the long rant!

[finn-ray-nal-beads]

I can’t wait for all your depraved stories around the garbage fire tonight! How about mixing and matching some fun kinks with your AUs of shame! Breeding kink, exhibitionism, biting/bruising/marking kink. Who’s most in to what?

@safarigirlsp OMFG I OWE YOU ALL THE GARBAGE TONIGHT HOLY SHIT IT’S BEEN A MINUTE SINCE I WROTE SOME CRACK THOTS ON THESE BOIS I MISSED THEM!🥴

LET’S START OFF WITH THE BIG BAD GUNS HIMSELF... MY PIRATE KING FLIP BLOWHOLE CAPTAIN OF THE FUCKING JOLLY ROGER AND THE BLACK PEARL BECAUSE THIS IS FUCKIN’ FAN FICTION SO WE MAY AS WELL FUCKIN’ LET ALL THE PIRATE JOKES SWIRL TOGETHER IN A GODDAMN WHIRLPOOL OF DESPAIR!

 Captain Phillip “Blowhole” Zimmerman is a simple man... he loves the sea, his ship is his baby, rum is his bestie (not including his First Mate, Ron), and he loves to fuck you into absolute oblivion in front of Davey Jones and the entire crew of scallywags daring to eyeball you in passing.

Any time he get’s a hint of another wandering eye looking down that cinched corset dress of yours, gazing at your heaving bosom practically spilling overboard in your corset, he inches a finger in your direction.

Perched upon his captain’s wheel, one knee up like Captain Morgan himself, he coaxes you to him, the more you inch closer, the more his nostrils fill with your sweet coconut scent. 

“Captain?” putting your hands behind your back, shoving your tits out to his hungry gaze, “is something wrong?” playing as dumb as possible to get him even more riled up than he had been seconds prior. 

“You know exactly what you’re doing, lil’ whore,” he spat, burning holes into your eyes as his ambered eyes turned to a raging fire, “assume your goddamn position, slut, I’m gonna make another example outta you seeing as how you and my fuckin’ crew didn’t get it the last few times,” grabbing your waist to thrust you over the banister of the ship, his crew halting their work to watch the show unfold. 

“Look at you,” smoothing over the curve of your ass in the dress, flipping it over to reveal your naked, sopping cunt, “fuckin’ slut!” slapping the shit out of your pussy, causing an ungodly wail to emanate from your vocal cords. 

“You must like being an example to my crew, huh?” gripping your curls in his hand to wrench your neck back, his low growl in your ear causing more liquid to seep from your pulsing cunt. 

“Anything to please you, Captain,” smirking while you pushed your backside to rub on his pants, “I live to serve,” pandering to match his low growl, no doubt feeling his erection rub against your ass. 

“In fact,” pushing yourself flush to his chest, hand still in a death grip on your head as he lowered his face into the crook of your neck, sucking the life out of your pulse, “I think you like makin’ an example outta me, sailor,” snaking a hand to rub his aching erection as his breath hitched from your grip. 

“I’m gonna storm your fuckin’ shores until your wailin’ on my cock sweetheart,” gripping your throat with one hand and batting your hand away to take his cock out of his pants and stuff it fully in, no foreplay necessary seeing as you were soaked as the ocean itself. 

“So. Fuckin’. Bratty.” he thrust in, enunciating his words as you moaned on his large whale cock into complete bliss. 

NOW ONTO OUR NOBLE AND GLISTENING WARRIOR HERO... THIS IS SPARTA. IT’S NO SECRET THAT THIS MAN IS WELL-ENDOWED, AND WITH GREAT POWER, COMES GREAT RESPONSIBILITY, AKA, HE’S GONNA FUCK AS MANY SONS INTO YOU AS YOU’LL GIVE HIM AND YOU WON’T FUCKIN’ COMPLAIN ABOUT IT EITHER BECAUSE YOU’RE A FUCKIN’ WHORE FOR HIS HORSECOCK!

He’ll be coming back from a warrior training camp, fuckin’ shimmering in the Spartan evening light, clad in his gear, wielding the largest sword he could possibly get his hands on. Sweat covering his large pectorals, his biceps bulging out of his sleeveless uniform as he lowers his shield and weapon into their place in your hut, heaving and wiping the sweat from his brow, moving his hair from his face to glance up at you. 

He takes in the sight of you, clad in your white robes, hair perfectly set as you perched on the loveseat in your shared home, pushing a grape into your perfect mouth, making unholy moans as you gazed into his hungry eyes, eating you alive as you swallowed down the sweet fruit juice. 

“My handsome warrior has finally returned,” you mused, gripping another grape in your perfect fingers, playing with it as you gave him ‘fuck me’ eyes, “I’ve missed you my dove,” slipping it past your perfect lips, closing your eyes in bliss as you devoured the fruit again. 

“My perfect goddess,” moving to kneel at your waist, pushing his head into your chest as he gripped your midsection while you rubbed his hair every so softly, “I’ve missed you, my love,” lifting his head to gaze at you closer, moving in for a loving kiss that turned steamy quickly after. 

“Take me, Phillip,” you gasped, throwing yourself into his embrace as he picked you up from the seat, leading the both of you into the bedroom. 

He lowered you down as if he was handling glass, petting your face as he did so, “take your clothes off my love,” he whispered into the crook of your neck, “I’m gonna stuff you full of my sons,” gripping his lips on your collarbone as he fumbled with his armor, removing it while you did your robes. 

Gazing at your nude figure, spread eagle for him as he gathered his leaking cock in his hand to line up with your perfectly plump pussy, glistening in the candlelight, stuffing his member into your sopping cunt, causing a unanimous moan to emit throughout the room as he pushed further and further into your open womb. 

AND LAST BUT CERTAINLY NOT LEAST LET’S SADDLE THE FUCK UP AND TALK ABOUT HUCKLEBERRY AND HIS CRAZY BEHAVIORS BECAUSE WE ALL KNOW HE’S A HIGHKEY FREAK IN THE SHEETS. HE’S ALL ABOUT HOG-TYING YOU UP... AFTERALL IF YOU’RE BEIN’ A LIL’ BRAT YA GOTTA BE BROKEN LIKE THE PHILLY YOU ARE! 

You know exactly how to get yourself in a pickle with your handsome devil of a cowboy. Know just what triggers him into a full rage... and that’s studding yourself out right in front of him. 

You knew that touch on the thigh by that sleazy ass rustler was too much, but who were you to guess what he’d do. I mean, you did look mighty fine in those tight ass Wranglers, and who were you kidding, you fuckin’ knew you were just hot in general, and you took every chance to use that to your advantage. 

After all, you were doin’ your boy a favor, havin’ pushy buy your rounds for ya as he finished his game of poker at the bar with his buddies. 

What was the damn harm in it to get some free booze? The contact did him in. He noticed it from across the room, practically sniffing it out as his vision shot to that slime ball running his hand where his property was. 

“We’re leavin’ darlin’,” moving to you as he threw his coin on the bar top, gripping your forearm in his large hand to drag you and your bulging tits to the open air of the Colorado night. 

“What the hell Flip?” yelling to let go of his iron grip, moving back towards the saloon doors, “I wasn’t finished with my beer!” crossing your arms after he pulled your waist back to him. 

“You look at me, sugar,” tilting your chin up to notice his dilated pupils in the moonlight, “you know exactly what the fuck you were doin’,” using that hand to grip your throat, a moan falling faintly from your lips as he lowered his cowboy hat to hide his gaze. 

“Now, ya fuckin’ slut,” he groaned, loving the feeling of your quickening pulse in his fingertips, “here’s what’s gonna happen, baby,” moving to whisper his threat in your ear, “I’m gonna tie your ass up like the fuckin’ brat you are, and you’re gonna take the ride home in the bed of my pick up,” releasing his grip only for you to cry out for the loss of contact. 

“Behave,” he tsked, waving a finger as he went to grab his good rope, untying it as he watched you get on the ground like the damn pig you were acting like tonight. 

“See?” he chimed, bending over to your hands and feet as he started to wrap you up, “even sluts like you seem to listen after a lil’ forceful action,” finishing his work as he slapped your clothed pussy as hard as he possibly could.

“Fuck, Phil!” you screamed in pain and pleasure, trying to wriggle your way out of the tie he’d made. 

“Aw, sugar,” he chuckled lighting a cigarette as he watched you writhe on the ground, “swearin’ and bein’ a brat isn’t gonna getcha far,” inhaling and exhaling as he thought about what to do with you at the cabin later. 

GOD MY FUCKIN’ HEAD HURTS BRUH I’M SO HORNY OVER THESE MEN MY GOD... ALSO I HATE MYSELF FOR SAYING WHALE COCK I CANT EVEN RN

WELL BYE!😂

[mrsbhandari]

Shutter - pt 6

a/n: THIS SHIT TOOK SO DAMN LONG AND IM SORRY ive just been dealing with people moving and going out to do stuff and having little motivation to actually write so im VERY sorry that this took years. also, this chapter is way more nsfw than my other chaps so it is of course inspired by @lxdy-starfury‘s absolutely BEAUTIFUL nsfw art so plsssssss check that out because she’s incredible. also this is the last part of this main series, who knows, if people ask or I feel like it ill write more in this au for this pairing. well see!! for now im happy to completely finish it

also I know that my masterlist is fucky rn, im looking for the time to fix it, so if you want to see a specific fic or even all my fics for a specific pairing or book, don’t hesitate to message me or send me an ask!! im happy to point yall in the right direction, and when its not a request, I usually get to asks pretty quickly so yeah!!

words: 3.7k 

warnings: unwanted advances, nsfw at the endddd

tagging: @lxdy-starfury, @huntress1024, @anotherbeingsworld, @brightpinkpeppercorn, @chaotic-ramsay-queen, @brycemaloliver

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Tyril was letting his PhD go to waste. He was letting it all go to waste because his brain was pouring out of his ears as his eyes took in the purely magnificent sight of Naexi in that skin tight purple dress, hugging every curve just right and accentuating her breasts with a low V neckline. The way the fabric moved with her every step was captivating, drawing his attention to every little piece of her body, tantalizingly revealed and taunting him. 

“You’re going to catch flies, Tyril.” She was fumbling with her clutch, checking to make sure that her phone fit inside and then turning around to grab something else. This new angle gave him a perfect view of her backside, filling out the dress as if it was made for her. In all honesty, his sharp  tuxedo had caught her eye as well, but the large field of crimson spread across his cheeks and nose was a reminder of how much better she was at holding her feelings about Tyril in. Tyril, however, could barely keep his hands to himself in her room, in the living room, in the kitchen, and on the drive over to the gala. 

“Of course you own a stupidly expensive car.” Naexi ran her hands over the smooth leather seats and the crisp finish of the wood on the dashboard. The car was clean, making her feel like if she continued to touch anything, her fingerprints would forever ruin the surfaces. 

“It’s a nice car.” His hand was on her thigh, covered by the fabric of the dress but no doubt covered in faded love bites meticulously placed by Tyril. She only hummed her response, briefly distracted by the way his thumb was rubbing circles on her inner thigh, spindly fingers inching toward her core as if it was magnetized. His inability to draw his hand away suggested that he was most definitely not thinking about the car. She only hummed, insistent on keeping any gratification he was giving her to herself; it only encouraged him to drag his fingers over the apex of her thighs, her core only separated from his fingertips by two flimsy pieces of fabric. 

“You better not crash it,” she teased, still stoic. Quickly, Tyril figured out that continuing his current path was only going to hurt him in the long run, so he ran a finger back down to her knee as they arrived at the large hall his father had booked for the gala. He knew that this night was already going to be one of schmoozing and torture, but he still barely looked forward to it since he knew Naexi would be at his side. 

“Hey, elf boy!” a voice called to his left as he gave his keys to the valet with a hefty tip. Naexi turned and was met with a man a few inches shorter than her with wavy brown hair and a smile that betrayed that he was up to no good. 

“I told you not to call me that, you rogue,” Tyril grumbled, begrudgingly clasping hands with the man and patting his back as he was pulled into a hug. 

“You can’t just say that people think you’re an elf in an interview and then expect not to be called elf boy,” he reasoned, sending a wink Naexi’s way. “I’m Mal Volari, and you’re gorgeous.” He gently took her hand in his and pressed his lips to the back of it, never breaking eye contact. 

“Mal…” Tyril cautioned, palm spreading protectively over his girlfriend’s side. 

“Don’t worry, Ty.” She tamely ran her fingers through the hair that fell so gracefully over his ears, hiding the blush that had started to touch the barely pointed tops of them. Mal smiled knowingly. “I’m Naexi, Tyril’s date.”

“I’ve heard much about you.” They began walking into the gala, all gold finishing and sparkling diamonds adorning the necks and hands of New York’s elite, and Naexi couldn’t help but feel completely out of place. Mal rambled on at her side, so she took advantage of his distraction to whisper to Tyril, who already looked bored. 

“This is weird.” 

“Indeed,” he murmured, his deep baritone accompanying the words quite nicely. Already, people were beginning to stare as they made the rounds, hopping from rich group to rich group. Mal had abandoned them to camp at the open bar.

“Why do people look at me like that?”

“I apologize, it’s my fault. I’ve not had a date to one of these things in quite some time.” They had sat at one of the tables, a glass of champagne in each of their hands as they took a break from socializing. 

“Ah, yes; the elusive bachelor Tyril Starfury.” She threw her hand out in the air to indicate a headline. He smiled. 

“I don’t know how I ever got through one of these things without you.”

“Mal never helped? Or Imtura?”

“Imtura always takes her job as security seriously and Mal enjoys the expensive champagne my father orders.” Tyril nodded his head at where his friend was gesturing wildly, no doubt telling a story of his travels to a handsome man with a starry look in his eyes. “As well as the company these events attract.”

“Will I get to meet your father?” The question threw Tyril off his balance, but he quickly recovered. 

“Well, he usually finds me along with my sister so--”

“Big brother!” Two pale arms wrapped around Tyril’s shoulders and squeezed, holding him close. His eyes lit up as the woman behind him kissed his cheek. “Staying as asocial as always, I see.”

“Can you blame me?”

“Not for your company, no.” The woman’s eyes flicked to Naexi’s, as piercing as her brother’s but leagues warmer. “You’re Naexi? I’ve seen your work. You’re very good.”

She smiled as she responded. “Really? That means so much, thank you. You must be Adrina.” She stuck her hand out, but exclaimed a small “oh!” when Adrina pulled her up from the chair to give her a hug. 

“Everyone’s here for my father, so I’m allowed to break stuffy old etiquette.” Her laugh was light and airy, like a sweet breeze on a summer day. A man with Tyril’s pale skin and dark hair appeared behind her, posture straight and face neutral. Tyril stood quickly, taking his place in front of his father and next to Naexi. 

“Hello, Father.”

“Tyril! I’m glad to see that you found a date in time.” His tone was one of pride that barely hid the small element of surprise.

“Yes, this is Naexi.” The feeling of Tyril’s warm grip on her waist was already enough to make her knees buckle, but she forced herself to stay upright to shake his father’s hand. 

“It’s nice to meet you. Your gala is truly beautiful.” 

“What else do we ever expect from the famed Valir Starfury?” a smooth voice sounded from her right, and her head quickly swiveled to see who it belonged to. The man’s smile was friendly and inviting, but upon closer inspection, the feeling never reached his eyes. His mop of curly hair was perfectly styled to make him look boyish, but with the way Tyril’s grip tightened ever-so-slightly, Naexi knew something was off. 

“Aerin.” 

“Tyril, is that how you greet an old friend?” Aerin laughed, sloshing his champagne in its glass. He turned a predatory gaze on her. “It’s been a while since you’ve had a date, Ty.” The man next to her stood completely still, his eyes narrowed. “Who was the last...Kaya?”

“And your point?” Tyril’s response was sharp enough to make Adrina take the smallest step toward him. Aerin continued to stare at Naexi while addressing Tyril.

“You sure know how to pick them, hm? You have a keen eye for beauty.” Aerin winked, but it made Naexi’s heart flutter and skin crawl. She shifted in her heels, ignoring the pain in her feet. There was palpable tension in the air between the five of them, suffocating and humid. Naexi racked her brain to find some way to cut it. 

“I have to use the restroom.” The statement came off far louder than she intended, but it still did the trick. Aerin blinked, taken aback by her exclamation, and Adrina surged forward to take hold of her wrist, pulling her away from her brother and through the crowd of high rollers. 

“I’ll take you!” Adrina said, hoping that the men would get the hint. As soon as they were out of earshot, she let out a sigh. “Thank goodness you got us out of that one. I’ve never been more grateful for girl code.” 

“Who was that? He was charming but…”

“Sleazy? Yeah, you’re not the only one. That’s Aerin Valleros, heir to WhiteTower Corporations. He acts like he’s the best thing since sliced bread, but he’s been in more scandals than I can count.” Adrina visibly shuddered. “He’s creepy.” 

“Didn’t he assault his brother or something?” Naexi asked, remembering the name popping up in one of the numerous headlines Nia sent her a while back. 

“Yup, they fought over who was going to take over the company. Beat him so bad that his brother stepped down.”

“Holy shit.” They had reached a wall next to the opening for the bathroom, so they stood outside and leaned against it to talk. “Everyone here is insane.”

“Yeah, I feel kind of bad for leaving Tyril with him.” 

“What’s their beef?” Adrina sent a wide-eyed glance to Naexi.

“People really say that?” She let out a delighted laugh. “I love that! Anyway, Tyril used to be engaged to this girl Kaya, but she cheated on him with Aerin and they planned to take over the Starfury company together.” She grabbed a glass of champagne off a passing tray and took a long sip. “But then her assistant leaked information to the press and she disappeared.”

“Do you guys live in a Lifetime movie?” 

“Pretty much,” Adrina sighed, seemingly searching for someone in the crowd in front of them.

“Did you come here with a date?” Adrina hummed her answer and Naexi gently nudged her bare arm. “Go find them. I’ll be fine here.” 

“You sure?” 

“Go on!” Naexi waved her hands to shoo her off and leaned back against the wall to sip her champagne. Just as she was about to go find Tyril, a sultry voice and a large hand on her forearm held her in place. 

“Hello.” Aerin was polite, but kept his hand on her. She felt goosebumps rise along the back of her neck and Adrina’s explanation of who he was repeated in her mind.

“Hi.” 

“I apologize for the uncomfortable situation earlier. I’m afraid Tyril and I aren’t on the best of terms.” He seemed genuinely concerned, and for the briefest second, Naexi felt her guard fall. 

“Should I be the one you’re apologizing to?” Her champagne barely stayed in her glass as he slammed his hand onto the wall behind her, bringing his face close to hers and smirking when she backed up to the hard surface. No one around her seemed to notice. 

“You’re quick. It’s attractive. Do you think I’m attractive?”

“Trapping a woman because you can’t get her to come to you isn’t attractive,” Naexi drawled, keeping her gaze locked on his. He was simmering and dangerous; one wrong move could make him boil over, but she figured that he had more to lose than a random photographer here as a plus-one. 

“What does Tyril have that I don’t?” At this, his breath cascaded over her face, and she didn’t know what he had been drinking all night, but it certainly wasn’t the expensive, barely alcoholic bubbles that were being passed around. 

“Better alcohol tolerance, for one.” She winced as he laughed. 

“Funny.”

“It wasn’t a joke.” Before she could speak again, Aerin gave a yelp as his tuxedo was yanked back, making him stumble into Tyril, who caught him easily. 

“It’s time for you to leave, Aerin.” People were finally beginning to stare as Tyril walked Aerin out, who was mumbling about his kingdom. Naexi followed, easily hailing a taxi and pushing the drunk man into the back seat with a purposeful shove. The night was cold, and she turned to walk back inside when she felt a tug on her wrist. Looking back, she saw Tyril with his cold, slender fingers against her skin. “I don’t want to go back in.” 

“Wanna head to your place?” 

“Desperately,” he breathed, pulling her close to him and handing his ticket and a tip to the valet. His hand was wrapped around her waist exactly how it had been for the entire night, but this time felt different. His hands were always cold, but his touch was burning with a promise, which he kept as soon as they shut the door to his apartment. 

His kisses were always encompassing, as if he captured every atom of her being between the seam of his lips, his teeth grazing every thought in her mind and his fingers brushing her soul. His movements were deliberate as he walked her backwards to his bedroom, slipping her dress off and letting it pool on the floor next to the sleek coffee table. She was more hurried, eagerly tugging his jacket off and tossing it in the hallway. Finally, they reached his room, vast and cold but slowly thawing. A well-placed kiss to his now-exposed collarbone had him gasping. 

“Please…” he breathed, falling back onto the bed by himself as she stayed standing above him. She looked down on him, studying the way his chest rose and fell so quickly and the way his lips were ever-so-slightly parted, caught in the guarantee of pleasure that was soon to come. He gazed at her as if she was the only person left for him in the world.

He made her believe it. 

“Tell me what you want, Tyril.” His words seemed to get caught in his throat as she, bare and only clad in a thin pair of black panties, got onto her knees on the bed and straddled him, already moving to unbutton his fancy shirt and pants. She could feel him hardening beneath her and gave an experimental grind, pulling out a low moan from his chest. His hands were loosely placed on her hips, but they traveled down to stroke her thighs. 

“Please,” he repeated, sitting up to shrug off his shirt and unintentionally hitting his forehead on her collarbone. 

“What, baby?” she asked, picking his head up and tilting his face to look up at her above him. His eyes were nearly shut and his lips were swollen, and she gave him a small simper. “Use your words.” 

“I…” he trailed off, struggling to voice it. “I want you to suck my cock, Naexi.” She pressed a kiss to his lips and climbed off him, pulling him up to stand and kneeling in front of him. His hands immediately found her hair, tangling in the long locks as she pulled his pants down and fished his cock out of his fancy boxers. He opened his mouth to say something, but all thought left his mind as she wrapped her lips around his head and sucked, flicking her tongue around the tip. “Ah!” he yelped, eyes rolling back as his hand tightened in her hair. She briefly took her mouth away and settled for just her lips against him, and he whined in displeasure. “P-please--ooh--don’t tease me…” She took him in deeper until he teased the back of her throat, and he risked a glance down at her. 

Naexi was looking directly into his eyes, studying his reaction and flicking her tongue accordingly. The sight of her green eyes brimming with tears as she took him was nearly enough to make him come, and she sensed it in the slight scratch of his fingernails against her scalp. 

“You take my cock so well, Naexi,” he breathed, and she moaned around him. Letting out a shaky breath, he tapped once against her head. “I’m so close.” Instead of pulling away, she pushed his cock further down her throat and ran her tongue along a prominent vein along the underside of his shaft, pushing him over the edge. He let out a long groan as she swallowed him down, running her hands up and down his sides to both soothe him and keep him from stumbling. She stood and gave him a bright smile, raising herself to her tiptoes (even though she didn’t need to) and pressing her lips to his. He eagerly returned the favor, pulling away only to allow his lips to burn a path down her throat. He reached her collarbone, but stopped suddenly with his eyebrows furrowed. 

“Everything okay?” Naexi asked, searching his face in concern.

“You--” Tyril started, but stopped, pursing his lips in disapproval. “You smell like him.” 

“Aerin?” Her head was cocked, but her eyes widened when his own darkened. 

His voice was low and made her heart race. “Don’t say his name.” 

“I’m sorry,” she apologized, casting her eyes downward and fiddling with her hands. Sighing, he nuzzled the crook of her neck, placing kisses and small bites on the flesh he found there. 

“No, it’s my fault. I should’ve been more careful with him. He sees a beautiful woman and loses all ability to think.” His hands flew to her hips to pull her closer to him when she gasped at his teeth on her skin. “The fact that you’re mine only made him crazier.” 

“Yours?” She reached under his chin to bring his face up to hers, glancing down at his lips and then back up at his eyes. 

“I’m--I meant you were my date, not mine, you’re not property--I just meant--” he stammered, taking a step back before realizing that the bed was close behind him. He lost his balance, falling back against the bed with a loud cry and frowning when Naexi snorted, barely containing her laughter at him. Instead of tugging him back up, she climbed on top of him again, letting her hair fall into his face as she looked down at how pretty his own locks were splayed out against the bed. 

“Don’t worry, Ty, I like it.”

“You do?” 

“I like being yours…” She pressed a kiss to the right side of his neck. “...and only yours…” She switched to his left. “No one else’s.” She placed a final kiss to his lips, one that he prolonged as he followed her when she tried to break it. “So greedy.”

“I can’t help it,” he breathed, giving a small squeeze to her hips. “I hated watching him put his hands on you.” 

“Then how about you put your hands on me?” He smirked as she yelped at his quick movement to flip them over, pinning her to the bed by her wrists. Tyril immediately released her and ran his fingertips down her arms and stopped at her breasts, electing to switch to his mouth. With his left hand, he kneaded her flesh in his palm and took her right nipple in between his lips, flicking his tongue to mirror her movements from when she deepthroated him. His right hand continued downward until his index finger was circling her clit and entering her easily with the help of her own arousal. “Yes!” she gasped, back arching to push her body even closer to his. His finger pumped in and out of her, curling every so often and making him smile as she moaned louder and louder the closer she got to climax. He rushed the process by adding his middle finger and curling, hitting her sweet spot inside while rubbing her clit with his thumb. 

“Come on, Naexi, let go for me.” She responded with a wail as she came, hands clutching the sheets and legs shaking. He continued to move his fingers even after she recovered, but leaned down to whisper softly in her ear. 

“Would you like more?”

“Fuck, Tyril, yes. Just fuck me,” she begged, eyes barely able to stay open to look at his grin. He raised to his knees on the bed and looked down at her for a brief moment before entering her, admiring the way her skin shone with sweat and the way her flesh was blemished with the marks he had placed there. Naexi, in all her glory, was his. 

“All mine,” he whispered before thrusting and gasping at how perfectly her heat enveloped him. He buried himself inside her, allowing her a few seconds to get used to his size. Finally, the legs she instinctively wrapped around him squeezed his waist, getting him to pull out of her again before slamming back in with a loud moan. 

“Tyril!” she screamed, thankful for the lack of neighbors in his penthouse apartment. “Faster, please!” she pleaded, green locking with blue as she met him thrust for thrust, clenching around his cock and grabbing the wrists that connected to the hands clutching her waist. He picked up his pace, moaning all the while, and felt his stomach already coiling, a tell-tale sign of how close he was. She let out a small cry as he hit her sensitive spot and brought his thumb down to rub around her clit, unexpectedly throwing her over the edge. “Don’t stop, Tyril!” He heeded her instruction, and at the feeling of her juices coating his cock, followed her to his own peak, releasing himself inside her. Her eyes blinked slowly, as if finally coming back to her senses minutes after he pulled out and retrieved a warm washcloth to clean her up. Sitting up, she followed him to the bathroom, rubbing at his shoulders as he began to draw a bath. 

“Did you...enjoy the gala?” he asked awkwardly, frowning when she laughed. 

“After that mind-blowing sex, that’s what you’re going to say.” She poked his cheek and then kissed the small, red spot. “You’re too adorable.”

“...It was mind-blowing?”

“You’re turning into Mal.” His eyes bulged and he exaggerated a shudder. 

“Oh no.” 

“But yes, it was mind-blowing.” Her lips found his easily, but she pulled away again when she felt a smile against them. “What are you smiling at?”

“I’m just happy that now I can have mind-blowing sex with you all the time now.”

“How romantic.”

[causticsunshine]

Love Yourself Challenge

Rules: It’s time to love yourselves! Choose your 5 favourite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.), and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world. Tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!

tagged by @ibemandapanda​ -- thank you!! i’m not good at doing things because i am Not kind to myself but uhhhh i think gonna do art and fic here, and stick to ST/harringrove. anyway, in no particular order:

1. first is this piece i did for @tracy7307​ for HfA! i haven’t really fully painted any of my NSFW stuff but i did this one and Boy was it fun! (full uncut view here (ps though that all my other nsfw art is not on my main twitter!))

2. In Your Heart, I Find My Home (Mature, 23k, post season 3 fix-it where Billy lives with Steve ft. a lot of pining)

It’s been over a month he’s been living with Harrington, three since he’s been back and four since he died.

Life was already a sick joke before the spontaneous resurrection. Back from the dead and living out of his guiltiest wet dream’s guest bedroom, Billy’s still not laughing.

3. all in bloom - my first dip back into watercolor in ages! i really need to do some more portraits now that i have more painting supplies....

4. Molting Season (E, WIP, 2/?, my very much too late post s2 fic ft. trans!Billy, lots of angst and pining, fuckbuddies, some Sad times and please read the tags! happy ending is the endgame though) 

Billy Hargrove wasn't born Billy and that's no one's fucking business but his, especially in the ninth circle of hell that is Bumfuck, Indiana.

5. I Just Like You (Don’t Even Wanna Fuck) (E, (very porny) epilogue coming soon, 27k+, modern AU nontrad. A/B/O ft. omega/omega, fuckbuddies, mutual pining, happy ending) which was also for HfA, for @lostnoise​!

Steve's parents have made it very clear over the course of his life that they have specific expectations of him that he's meant to fulfill. There are also things they've hinted towards that he's really not allowed to do, like pursue specific types of people.

Specifically, pursuing anyone that won't be able to fully provide for him and let him live out his life as some esteemed trophy spouse, spending his days sitting pretty and pumping out as many babies as he can, and, as well, not pursuing an omega.

Of course, Steve's been stealth fucking Billy Hargrove, residential bad boy and closeted omega, for months.

i wanted to include some fun Boobs i painted the other day but i can’t risk posting them there, but if titties are your thing, you can see them here~

tagging @granpappy-winchester​ @trashcangimmick​ @warheadache​ @kyrosh​ @ihni​ @wrecked-fuse​ @elsb-hrngtons​ @delphineera​ @eternalgoldfish​ and anyone else that wants to show off their cool stuff! my brain is not working rn so apologies otherwise i’d tag more people~

no pressure ofc!

[adverb-slut]

Simeon’s Café (Fanfiction) Part 1/10

Uhhh just another Coffeeshop AU/Human AU in the wake of ObeyMAX.  Here is the link to the work on AO3. 

Title:

Simeon’s Café

Summary:

Simeon's café, Apocrypha, is heralded as one of the best in Devil's Point, and not just because of the amazing coffee and confections served there. The coffeeshop owner may as well be an angel descended from heaven based on the way he's expertly able to soothe and nurture his patrons, offering them friendly advice as he takes upon the role as their most trusted confidante.

Rating:

PG

Word Count:

1397

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5:45 AM

Simeon did not want to admit how many tries it took for him to download the Yelp app on his phone (hint: it was seven).  He also refused to divulge how difficult it was for him to navigate the app and find the search bar (it may or may not have taken him twelve minutes).  And there was no way he was going to admit to the sheer volume of spelling errors he committed when trying to type “Apocrypha” in it (there were only nine letters in “Apocrypha” and he managed to skip or replace eight of them).

However, he was most definitely willing to disclose the fact that once he scrolled down to read the reviews, he was filled with the most humbling sense of elation.

“ ★★★★★ 

I go in there hungry, but always come out full, even if all I’ve ordered is a scone.”

“★★★★★

Apocrypha has only been open here in Devil’s Point for a month now, but I feel like I’ve been enjoying the warm baked goods, amazing coffee, and amiable conversation there for years.”

“★★★★★

Best café in Devil’s Point by far”

“★★★★★

dunno where i’d be rn w.o simeon. he’s the man when it comes to talking thru stuff.  Also he serves mad good tea here;”

“★★★★★

I heard the owner was from Celestial Hills and expected a pompous, overblown, religious zealot.  It turns out Simeon is down-to-Earth as it gets and can bake any kind of confection with expertise. I highly recommend trying the Blueberry Buckle on days it’s served.”

Something warm filled his heart as he thumbed through the rest of the comments.  The reception to his café here in Devil’s Point had been even better than he had hoped, and he sent a silent prayer of thanks to heaven for his success.  

He glanced at the clock—it was fifteen minutes until six.  

Almost opening time.

He heard a beep from the oven and hurried over to check his special for the day, piping hot blueberry bagels.  The sizzling tray was carefully placed on the counter next to a pan of the beloved baked good that was served every day—cinnamon and plain scones.

Simeon breathed in the smell of flour and fruit as he turned behind him to check the coffee machine, as well as the boiling pot of water on the stove.  When he saw that both were nowhere close to ready, he stepped out from behind the counter and meandered into the main dining space of the café.

Apocrypha was decorated simply, with small, round tables and overstuffed chairs, where he now adjusted the various pillows that adorned them.  Warm colors and accents filled the café, giving it a homey feel that made customers feel cozy, especially on rainy days.  He couldn’t help the odd Bible verse that decorated some of the surfaces—although he made sure the wording was as neutral but encouraging as possible, so no one would feel uncomfortable.

He walked toward the front windows of the café and flipped over the small chalkboard that hung on the rail.  On it read “Special of the Day: Honey Muffins with Unsweetened Whipped Cream — $1.50 apiece,” which had been yesterday’s special.  He dug out from his apron pocket a quarter piece of chalk and scribbled (his scribblings strangely looked like the most heavenly of calligraphy) “Blueberry Bagels — $1.00 apiece / Ask for strawberry or regular cream cheese (free),” before walking back and stationing himself once again behind the counter.

Again, Simeon glanced at the clock, surprised that only five minutes had passed.

Ten minutes left.

Before he could busy himself with another task, he noticed someone bobbing up toward the front door.

As the patron began knocking politely, Simeon’s eyebrows shot up.  Was his clock slow?  Was it already opening time?  He couldn’t imagine someone in such a great need of coffee and confections that they’d try to enter his café early.  

He hurried toward the door and opened it, before smiling gently.  He had been told many times that his beam had an immensely soothing effect on whoever had been gifted with its presence.  “Hello, I’m sorry, but Apocrypha isn’t open yet.  If you would be so kind as to wait ten m—oh!  It’s you, Luke.”

The young child, a white cap covering his blond hair, nodded vigorously, and pointed to the massive SUV behind him, which Simeon instantly recognized as Pastor Mike’s car.  

Pastor Mike was one of the youth pastors at Simeon’s church back in Celestial Hills.  He had adopted Luke several years ago when both of the then-four-year-old’s parents had died in an automobile accident.

“Sorry to bother you, Simeon!  We’re here for the donuts!” chirped Luke.

Simeon nodded.  He had forgotten that last Sunday he had promised that Pastor Mike could come in before opening hours to grab a box of a dozen donuts for one of his many trips to the homeless shelters in downtown Devil’s Point.  “Come on in, Luke.”  He walked behind the counter toward the fridge, where fifteen homemade donuts were carefully arranged on a tray and covered in plastic wrap.  

As he put on his gloves and began to place the donuts in a white to-go box, he looked up and beamed at Luke.  “Is Pastor Mike driving you to school?”

“Yes!  We decided to pick up our donuts on the way there!” said Luke.

“I see.  And you go to hm, Celestial Hills Public Elementary, then?”

“Actually, I go to Trinity Private Academy.  It’s a Christian school and close enough to the Devil’s Point border that Pastor Mike can drop me off easily after we pick up the donuts.”

Simeon bit his lips.  He knew Luke quite well from church—had even been a substitute teacher for his Sunday School class five or six times—and knew that the child was very zealous about his faith, even in a community as religious as Celestial Hills.  Was it really wise to send such a child to a school of faith?  He knew it wasn’t his place to say anything, but he wagered that it would do far more for Luke to send him to a public school, where he could drench himself in the opinion of other students and not become so wrapped up in his own worldview.

As he placed the last donut in the box, he couldn’t help but ask,  “And how do you like Trinity Private?”

Luke blushed and his voice took on an indignant tone.  “I—I love it, of course!  It—it’s not like sometimes I feel like my head could explode from learning and reciting so many memory verses or anything!”

Simeon couldn’t help but pity the schoolboy, for it felt as if there was something he wasn’t saying.  He knew better than to ask any more questions but to ease Luke’s burdens, he offered, “Back home in India, my church hosted many Bible Verse Recitation Competitions.  I never won any, but I did manage to learn and quote over six hundred verses.  Next Sunday at church I’ll teach you some of my secrets.”

“Would you really?” Luke gasped, his eyes lighting up.

“Of course!”  He winked as he closed the box of donuts and gingerly handed them to Luke.  “I know how Michael—er, Pastor Mike has a sweet tooth, so I purposely put a few extra donuts in there for you two to share.”

Luke took the box with a beam.  “Thanks so much, Simeon!”

Simeon wiped tiny daubs of donut icing off his gloves and onto his apron.  “Anytime!” 

He watched from inside the café as Luke loaded himself into Pastor Mike’s enormous SUV (which, he knew was to ferry kids to and from church and other events when their parents were unable to) and the pair rode off.

He sighed as he turned his eyes toward the clock yet again, pleasantly surprised when saw that it finally now was six o’clock.  

Simeon went to go flip over the sign that read “CLOSED” to the side that said “OPEN,” before rushing to situate himself behind the counter and stir in the coffee powder and tea leaves into their respective containers. 

The door swung open exactly at 6:01 AM, and he didn’t even have to turn around to see who it was.

The overworked, early-graying, and rather proud Mayor’s Assistant was always his first customer.

[lumilasi]

I really wanna get into fanfic writing. So I wanna ask on how do you get the chapters to be so long? So fulfilling to keep us readers reading them? Also, how do you keep with the plot? And keep the fic alive till its fully finished?

Magic. Sometimes I dunno myself tbh.  

I suppose I could explain a little of my writing process, maybe that’ll give you some tips or something, IDK;

usually when I write, I pretty much decide the ending beforehand so I know what I’m working towards. It might change somewhat depending on how the story progresses, but generally speaking the core of the ending usually stays the same. (Soul Duality became a mess because I hadn’t established proper ending for it heh)

I also plan a lot of the plot beforehand, and this is admittedly where my very individual trait comes into play a lot; I happen to be a person who can think up stuff VERY quickly, connect dots really fast so to say; it helps with the process quite a bit. I also physically type extremely fast so the actual writing action itself tends to not take long.

This is probably something very personal to me and I dunno if it’s something you could learn. 

Another thing I’ve tried to do is try and not write “filler” so much, as in, stuff that I find boring to type out, and would find boring to read personally. (this was a tip I saw from another writer in another fandom, and it helped a lot) It keeps the plot flowing and fun to type out. 

When it comes to the character portrayals, I tend to try and take notes from canonical portrayals as much as I can, and apply them into the AU I’m working on, trying to think how the particular trait would manifest in this situation, given the different history behind the character in the said AU is going to have an effect on it. 

It’s easy with complex characters like Tomura, and pretty damn hard with currently development-lacking ones like Dabi (hence I tend to rely on his fandom portrayal a lot as canon has next to nothing to offer for me to build on ATM) 

It’s not really a strict requirement, but from my experience people tend to appreciate it if you manage to keep your portrayal closer to canon, hence that researching the character bit can be important. (granted nobody can really get it 100% correct except the character’s owner, given everyone sees them a little differently, so don’t stress this too much)

The chapter length was pretty much a random chance; it just happened to become the length it averagely is. 

As for keeping up with the plot? Well, again, it’s a personal quirk of mine; I don’t keep notes or anything. I just tend to remember most of it easily, and if I forget something, I go and check from the fic heh.

Keeping stories fulfilling to readers? 

I think that depends on the reader and not me, what they find enjoyable to read. 

I suppose though, foreshadowing stuff is always a good technique; hint towards stuff and thus give people something to look forward to. Sometimes people might not realize you’ve been foreshadowing the stuff tho and only realize after you’ve gotten to the point that oh yeah, the writer was hinting towards it. I personally tend to put a looot of details like this in my fics, and some are less obvious than others. 

Example: Tomura complaining about not having a healing quirk in Crossroads was foreshadowing to him taking a copy from Eri. It wasn’t very obvious one, but the reason why I made him complain about it so much was not only to establish his care towards certain people indirectly, but also to build up towards this scene where he grabs a copy.

Keeping the fic alive? Basically, writing multiple stories at once that are different from one another. That way writing stuff doesn’t grow stale to me because I can switch into something different if a particular story bores me at that moment. 

I can’t really think of anything else RN, hope any of that helps. I’m not the best with giving advice I’m afraid. 

[nightbts]

through the night | jjk | 02

pairing: jeon jungkook + stylist! reader

word count: 2.8 k

genre: fluff, angst + idol! au, friends to lovers! au

parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7

listen to this playlist while reading!

best of friends. that’s what you and jungkook were. as their stylist for several years now, you and jungkook got along like no other and over time developed a friendship that was special to the two of you. but what happens when an IU collaboration deal, a jealous childhood-best friend and secret feelings get intertwined with the simple life you thought you were living?

“So, what has you waiting?”

Jungkook turned around to face you as you stood by his studio door, your back leaning against the frame as you nodded your head towards the card in his right hand and his phone in the other.

“You’ve been staring at that for quite a while you know?” 

Lowering his head, Jungkook let out a soft chuckle before setting both the card and his phone on the desk in front of him. 

“I don’t know, I—I feel scared for some reason. Anxious. Nervous.” Jungkook replied, a tight smile on his face as he shook his head, “I’m just afraid I’m going to end up disappointing her.” 

Raising your brow, you gave him an incredulous look, “Since when did the Jungkook I know back away from a challenge?” 

Taking a seat next to him, you continued, “I know you’re scared Jungkook, but haven’t you been dreaming of this day, for the opportunity to sing with IU? And of all the people she could’ve asked, she asked you. That has to mean something, right?”  

"I guess you're right."

"Hey, I'm always right," you joked as you sat back in your chair, giving him a wink as he let out a laugh, crinkles appearing around the corner of his eyes as he beamed at you. 

A couple of seconds passed, before you whispered again, “So, you’ll do it?” 

Rolling his lips between his teeth, you could see it in the way his eyes wandered slowly to the card on his desk as he contemplated the decision yet once again. Leaning forward, you took the card yourself before grabbing Jungkook’s hand. Placing the card in the palm of his hand, you glanced up at him to meet his soft gaze before giving him a look that he understood as he nodded back with a small smile in return. 

Grabbing the door on your way out, as you closed it you could hear the faint voice of Jungkook going, “Hello, This is BTS’s Jeon Jungkook...” Sighing softly to yourself, you plastered a smile onto your face, telling yourself that the bad feeling that reappeared in your stomach is one that you’re gonna have to deal with later. 

You were sitting at your desk, twirling the pen in your hand as a yawn escaped your mouth for the nth time that night. Simply put, you were exhausted. As tiring as comeback season was for the boys, you couldn’t help but admit it took a toll on the stylists as well. Especially you. 

Staring at the video in front of you and the notes on your desk, you decided to call it a night and to just finish your assignment tomorrow. After all, it wasn’t due for a week, and you were sure you’d get it done eventually. Setting a pen inside, marking where you left off in your book, you closed it when you heard someone behind you go, “Online classes?”

Startled, you jumped in your seat a bit before looking back to see a friendly face smiling at you, as he motioned towards the can of coffee in his right hand. 

“Oh, it’s just you,” you chuckled embarrassedly, as he set the coffee on your desk before taking a seat next to you. 

“Just you, I’m hurt.” he frowned, feigning a hurt expression on his face. Giving him an amused look, he chuckled before adding, “You work too hard y/n, you know that.”

“Well, you got to make a living somehow. I can’t be their stylist forever, you know,” you replied matter-of-factly, to which Jiho let out a laugh. 

Kang Jiho. With soft brown eyes that often held a mischievous glint in them, and looks that of an idol itself, they were enough to melt any girl’s heart.

But to you, he wasn’t just a colleague, or a stylist, but someone that you often relied on because you’d known since back in the day—high school. He was a friend, one very dear to you. 

Taking a sip of the coffee, you hummed in content as you closed your eyes momentarily before sighing, “Things are getting busier these days, aren’t they? Especially with Jungkook,” you added, although the slight bitterness in your voice didn’t go unnoticed. 

Raising a brow, Jiho hinted, “Is this about the IU deal?” to which you quickly shook your head in denial, before Jiho gave you a knowing look, one you knew you couldn’t help but avoid. 

“It’s just, I’m proud of him, I really am but—“ 

“You’re afraid?” Jiho finished softly, making you look up at him slowly as you gave him a slight nod. Setting down the can of coffee on your desk, you brought your empty hands back to your lap, clasped together as you rocked back and forth in your seat, a habit you had when you were anxious, “Things are just changing, really fast. From winning the Daesang to Song of the Year and now this IU deal, things are happening faster than I imagined and I just worry for them, that’s all.” 

“I mean, that’s understandable,” he replied as you looked up at him. 

“Really? I’m not just being, ya know, stupidly paranoid?” you said, your lips pulling into a grin as Jiho chuckled at you, before teasing back, “Well, you’re always stupidly paranoid, so I’m not sure exactly.” 

Throwing the pen that you were writing with at him, the echoes of your laughter rang through the empty hallway, as the two of you continued to talk, reminding you of old times. 

A couple weeks passed on by, the days zooming on faster than ever as the boy’s schedules piled up, one after the other. The stress was evident; the boys and everyone else were preparing for their upcoming world tour. You, on the one hand, were beyond excited. 

After putting up your luggage in the overhead carrier, you nestled into the seat beside Jiho. 

“Can’t believe I’m going to have to sit next to you for the next 10 hours,” Jiho groaned, although sporting a playful smile on his face. 

Rolling your eyes, you nudged his side before retorting, “I’m pretty sure I should be more concerned Mr.Cuddles.” 

Jiho was known for being the most cranky, cuddly baby ever when asleep — something you’d seen in action almost way too many times. 

“That was years ago. I’m all grown up now.” Jiho huffed, crossing his arms together across this chest. 

Raising a brow, you merely hummed in response you heard a voice call your name as you peered out from the side of your seat to find the owner of the voice. 

Eyes resting upon Jungkook whose hands waved wildly at you, you simply giggled and motioned for him to go sit down as the plane was about to take off in a couple minutes. Watching him walk over to you where you were sitting, he handed a book to you which you received with a raised brow, “What’s this?” 

“Just wanted you to read it. I just finished a couple days ago and thought you’d like it. Namjoon hyung recommended it to me,” Jungkook replied with a grin as he cocked his head back to the boy who was already nestled into his seat, headphones in and eyes closed. 

Chuckling, you flipped the book to the cover to read “Eleanor & Park” on the front as you nodded, “Okay, I’ll read it. This flight is going to take forever, and god knows I’m gonna get sick of Jiho in about thirty minutes.” 

Mocking a hurt expression on his face, his hands dramatically falling to his heart, he whined, “I’m awfully hurt y/n.” 

Looking between you and Jiho bickering back and forth over who was more annoying, Jungkook just smiled softly before excusing himself as he went to get ready for the long flight. 

Pulling out his phone, just as Jungkook was about to put his phone in airplane mode, a text lit up his screen. 

[9:50] iu sunbae: jungkook-sshi, I’ve sent you the demo file that we’ve recorded so far. listen to it when you have the chance. I heard from my manager you’re heading to the states, have a safe flight. I’ll see you soon :)

Eyes lighting up, he bit down on his lip in excitement as he quickly typed back, his fingers flying at the speed of light. 

[9:50] jeon jungkook: thank you sunbae-nim! I will listen to it rn. 

With that, he put in his headphones and pressed down on the file, a soft melody flooding his ears followed by IU’s sweet voice, the voice he had been enamored with ever since he was a young teenager. Chuckling to himself, he still couldn’t believe he was going to record a duet with her. Finding his eyes fluttering close, he slowly nodded off to sleep, a blissful smile on his face.  

// 

Feeling something heavy on his shoulder, Jiho looked to his side to see your head resting upon him, the strands of your hair splayed across your face as your reading glasses still rested upon the bridge of your nose. Stifling a giggle, he slowly grabbed your glasses, gently removing it from your face causing you to groan slightly in your sleep. Stopping halfway, Jiho waited for you to stop moving as you fell back into your deep slumber as he successfully removed it, folding it and putting it back into your bag. 

The book Jungkook had given you was in your hands, half-opened to which Jiho folded the page so he wouldn't have to hear you freak out later that you lost your place. 

Putting the book into your bag too, Jiho slowly readjusted himself as you nestled your head further into his shoulder, a sigh of content slipping past your lips. 

Who was the cuddly one now? 

Unable to hide the smile that now graced his face, he watched you as your breaths slowly evened out, your chest rising with each and every exhale. His eyes traced your face, finally falling onto your rosy, plush lips that had a slight tint to them due to the strawberry-flavored lip balm you always used. As thoughts of you consumed him, before he could realize it, his face was close to yours, just a few inches away that his heart suddenly lept out of his chest. 

What was he doing?

Pulling back from your sleeping figure, his heart still racing in his chest, he quickly looked away as he stared out the plane window, the black night sky filling his vision. Feeling slight movement from your side again, his eyes fell back towards you as you had moved to the other side, away from him this time. 

His breathing finally returning to normal, he mentally scolded himself to get!it!together! If Jiho knew one thing, it was that no matter what, Jiho was only your friend and nothing more. 

And he was okay with that.  

Rubbing your eyes, you followed Jiho as a yawn escaped your mouth. As you dragged your suitcase from behind you suddenly felt your head hit someone’s back, quickly snapping you out of your mindless state as you sighed, “Sorry Jiho.” 

“Not Jiho, but it’s okay.” 

Looking up, Jungkook down peered at you with a teasing grin that had you hitting his arm softly. Pulling up your suitcase so that you were walking beside him, you asked, “Did you manage to sleep well?” 

Nodding, he replied, “Yea, IU sunbaenim sent the demo recording before the flight took off and I think I’ve listened to it over fifty times.” 

Turning to look at him, you saw the sparkle in his eyes at the mention of IU to which you smiled back, “Aw, is it a really good track?” 

“One of the best I’ve heard from her. It’s still surreal that I’m going to be singing along with her.” Jungkook grinned, all the excitement he suppressed on the plane ride spilling out in front of you. 

“I bet, but you know if anyone deserves to, it’s you right?” you reminded him with sincerity laced within each word. It was the truth, something you believed in every day as you saw Jungkook do the greatest of things. 

Pouting, he bent down to your face as he ruffled your already messy hair,  cooing, “Aren’t you the sappiest little thing.” 

Grumbling, you pulled his hand away as you retorted, “I’m not even that much shorter than you.” 

Eyeing your platform sneakers that donned your two feet, he gave you a knowing look making you only scowl at him. Throwing his hands up in the air, he laughed, “Hey, I didn’t say anything.” 

“You don’t need to dumbass, I can read you like an open book.” 

At the mention of a book, your comment at him completely flying over his head, Jungkook asked, “Wait, did you finish reading Eleanor and Park?” 

Giving him a sheepish smile in return, you were just about to admit that you had actually fallen asleep when a voice beat you to it. 

“She was halfway through until I caught her knocked out cold, reading glasses still on and snuggled up to my side.” Jiho snickered as he appeared beside you, his words causing your jaw to drop to the floor. 

“I-I was not snuggling up to you, wha—” you sputtered, suddenly flustered as you shot him a glare while he laughed. Looking back up at Jungkook, he winked, “She’s quite the cuddler you know.” 

Elbowing him in the stomach, you muttered a couple less-than-nice words towards him to which Jungkook simply laughed. However, unbeknownst to you, as Jungkook’s eyes, yet once again, fell upon the two of you, he felt a slight twinge in his heart. He didn’t necessarily have the words to explain it, after all, Namjoon hyung was always the better one at that. But when Jungkook saw Jiho make you laugh, your eyes creasing into the half-crescent shape he often saw when he’d joke around with you, and the way your nose would crinkle upwards when you truly found something amusing, he felt odd. 

Jungkook knew how long you and Jiho went back, but it didn’t change the fact that he always thought he was a different kind of special to you. 

Looking back at Jungkook, still giggling from something dumb Jiho had whispered to you, you saw him staring down at his shoes, his lips pursed into a small frown. 

“Jungkook, everything alright?” he heard you ask, the sound of your voice pulling him back into reality as he quickly looked up to meet your worrying gaze, the look in your eyes already comforting him from the sudden thoughts that had momentarily taken over his mind. 

Smiling, he gave you a reassuring nod to which you slowly nodded back, the concern quickly washing over your face as it was replaced with a smile of your own, “Alright then.” 

Tearing his gaze away from you, Jungkook heard Jin call out to him, motioning for him to follow the rest of the boys. As they were nearing the exit, Jungkook quickly pulled up his black mask up to his face before giving you a quick wink, something that had become a habit that meant I'll see you sooner than you think.  

Laughing, you waved him off as you waited with Jiho for the other stylists to arrive so that all of you could go together. 

Catching up to Jin hyung, Jungkook found himself subconsciously looking back towards you just to see you jumping on your feet to grab your phone that Jiho had stolen from you, his arm up in the air as he waved it at you mockingly, a wide grin on his face. Suddenly Jungkook met Jiho’s gaze, who simply looked back with a raised brow, surprise etched across his face. 

Quickly looking away, the tight feeling in his chest returning once again, he shook his head as his face flushed in embarrassment at being caught. 

“You sick or something, kiddo?” he heard Jin hyung ask him, his hand coming touching his forehead. Swatting his hand away, he mumbled a quick, I'm fine, under his breath before walking straight ahead. 

He’d be fine. 

[thealexchen]

Even MORE Pajarita AU Blether

You know those parts in LiS games where the players can literally just have the main character sit down and then they start thinking and narrating to themselves about stuff? And how most of them are totally optional? I call them Rumination Spots. Basically I want finding them to have an impact on the ending, but there to be player options during the Rumination instead of just a unlocked monologue the players have no influence over beyond finding them or not. So for Midquel DLC idea for Pajarita AU, the Rumination Spots would affect Andy’s story. 

Actually I was thinking about Lyla tbh, like originally I wasn’t going to because lots of things hinge around Sean taking care of 2 sibs, but then I remember there was some old asks I sent you about everybody getting superpowers. And things being simultaneously easier and harder with another older kid around. Lyla helping ground Sean, while dodging the law (although I wonder if the feds/law enforcement would try to spin it like a kidnapping or even a crime duo or something, bc they suck and I’m bitter). But now I’m trying to consider how Lyla’s presence would affect the overall storyline, which could butterfly away a lot of things… Great now I’m thinking about an AU of an AU lol. Because Lyla at the weed farm would’ve been cool and hilarious, also the observations of the weed farm family (Jacob, Penny, Hannah, Cassidy, Finn) on our little Runaway Super Fam would’ve been great little tidbits to hear. Thoughts? (I think that ask ended with me giving Lyla… Empath powers? Or something, I forgot already sorry).

Possible Lyla Butterflies Ep1: - Go to Lyla’s House - Entirely Optional extra area, Lyla says they should hide at her house after the end events of Ep1 Canon (bc I feel like Ep1 was very short), Lyla & Sean can grab some stuff and her parents are out. Not sure what consequences I want to put on players to offset this blatant thief runaway simulator moment or not. Or maybe Sean and Lyla got dropped off near her house first and start out there instead of at the Diaz’s house first. - Stealing the Tent is more appealing (&if Daniel gets the hoodie, what should Andy and Lyla get?) - because the party is bigger, they need more resources and shelter is a huge deal. Also I feel like this could be a caretaking highlight for Sean toward his little runaway fam. - Idk would Lyla or Andy be down for grabbing more shit off the floor after Daniel trashes it (and a Racist shopowner) with his powers?

Ep2: - MUSHROOM. LIVES. END. OF. DISCUSSION. (even if they can’t take Mushroom with them, Mushroom can stay with the grandparents when the kids flee; Mushroom lives in every AU, not just Lyla-involved ones) - More time at the cabin? Like 1 or 2 days. Honestly I could do with a bit of a survival time breather in the middle of nowhere where we get to look at the kids’ powers (and hint a bit at Sean’s despite them not noticing yet).  - Unsure about the dynamic with Lyla being present with the Grandparents

Ep3-4: Ep3 would be serious butterflies though, the question is what the group and interpersonal dynamics would look like with Lyla there. Like, would she be down for a heist and a getaway or no? Would Daniel be down for a heist is Lyla isn’t into it? Also if she isn’t knocked out, I don’t think she’d be down for leaving Sean behind, she’d fireman carry his ass into a stolen truck, grab the kiddos, grab all their shit, and book it to… A hospital in the middle of nowhere or something.

Maybe Jacob tags along (look I like where the storyline worked out to, but if Jacob was supposed to be such a connecting role in Ep4 then we should’ve gotten more canon convos and hangout options with him, just saying, I feel cheated) bc he kinda needs to go rescue his sister from his willfully delusional parents. But like, the story would be completely different from there, they might not meet Karen at all idfk. (Do I want to give Sarah Lee superpowers? Maybe?!?? I’m very tempted rn??)

Idk how to bring Karen into this. Ideas? Thoughts?

~~~~~~~

Ohhhh, I see. The official LiS Youtube channel calls Rumination spots “Moments of Calm” or “Zen Sequences,” so that’s what I call it.

And yes, I remember you wanted to give Lyla Empath powers, like being able to communicate with the dead. 

In my Lyla AU, only Daniel has powers though. Her main role is to be Sean’s voice of reason, because I would want her to influence the plot. She’s the one who convinces Sean to go straight to the Reynolds instead of hiding in a leaky cold cabin for a month, and she tells him to put aside his resentment and really consider finding Karen. My working idea right now is that Lyla did get knocked out at the end of ep3 (idk how she’d end up mixed up in the heist though) but escaped the hospital sooner than Sean and found Karen before he did, and they reunite at Haven Point. Lisbeth would probably be extra scathing to Lyla (”Two young boys are not a family... especially not with another girl who isn’t even related to them.”). 

[fanfictionlive]

So did you like ANYTHING?

I've had a commenter on almost every chapter who everytime they pop up in my inbox, has never had a positive thing to say. I wonder if they even really like my fic, and then I'm perplexed as to why you would even read it if it's stressing you out so much?

This is the one I got today. It's a faking dating au and I've changed the names. T is the main character.

T interrupting A's meeting only to feel A up at work in front of employees. A is his boss, wth is T doing? Clearly he doesn't care that A is supposed to be professional in front of his employees and his boss.

Has ANY of T's friends told him to stop with his crap towards A? Cuz it's not cute or endearing anymore. This could reflect badly on A if T continues on his path of being a complete idiot.

N is a witch and she deserved to be told off by A. T making A apologize to her is stupid because N earned that telling off.

T is really an exhausting person who i hope grows up because rn idk how he can be ANYONE'S long term prospect.

They're basically ripping apart my main character, which is fine. You can not like them but when all I get are comments like this from this person, I get a bit sad knowing that they'll pop up again on the next chapter and the chapter after that. I just think, "what is the point?" if you're not enjoying it. You might say, well perhaps they're just passionate, maybe they want to see the characters to grow. I'd only answer, they're going to. Be patient. sigh

This has been an ongoing thing. For example, the first comment I got from them complained about the main character kissing his boss (his fake-boyfriend) in front of an office of people.

A needs to get himself in gear and not screw up itherwise he will nevwe hear the end of it from his dad.

Did T threaten to sue the law firm for firing him? Why? He deserved to be fired.

A, smh one step forward and two steps back. I'm glad you told T that the cheek kiss was unprofessional but then the next day you told him that that was too mean. Wth?!

T's coworkers are gonna think A is playing favorites if T gets away with things and they aren't.

Is T a lawyer? He seems too flighty to be a lawyer.

I don't even know how to respond. I'm sorry that things aren't going the way you want them to. As far as I know, everybody else seems to be enjoying it. Jesus, and by the way they say it, they make it sound like my characters are goddamn criminals.

Whatever. I had to vent because I'm sick of opening up my inbox to just to hear someone's frustration. Just don't read it. I'm fine with concrit but this... I don't know what to do with this. There's not even a hint of something they enjoyed.

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[taeguklife]

known

taekook af pt. 3

 highschool! au | sweetiepie! taehyung w/ player/basketball player!jungkook

summary; taehyung and jungkook are the type of people who are really known around the school by all of their classmates. ironically, they don’t know about each other…

warning; uh mature language ya

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

                                                 do you party?

Jiminie: dude theres a party tonight

Taehyungie: Dude, no.

Jiminie: I wasn't fucking asking you, dummy. I was just telling you so you know my whereabouts gosh ur so selfish

Taehyungie: ah, is yoongz goin w/ u

Jiminie: no why would he? fuck him dude

Taehyungie: you'll probably end up having sex with him anyways haha

Jiminie: stfu nerd what are you doing anyways did your day get any better?

Taehyungie: I guess. I semi paid for someones lunch today so that's cool. Picked up my sibilings and made dinner when we got home. Now I'm just going to binge watch Another while eating popcorn

Jiminie: nice

Taehyungie: have fun at the party don't get too drunk istg if I have to wake up to another drunk call for me to pick you up jimin

Jiminie: THAT WAS ONE TIME BITCH

Jiminie: okay maybe a few times but STILL

Taehyung went to bed with a sleepy mind. Once he closed his eyes, he hoped that tomorrow would be a better day.

-

Taehyung woke up to an alarming sound on his phone and couldn't figure out why it was going off. His tired being suddenly remembered that his best friend went to a party last night. He grabbed his phone frantically, worried about his best friend being stranded, but was faced with his alarm for school going off on his phone. He huffed and turned it off and checked his notifications. He laughed when he saw a series of drunk text messages from his best friend which he chooses to save for blackmail later in life.

Jiminie: tAHGUYNGiEEEw

Jiminie: THERE plaing ur fav song rn

Jiminie: itz like ur right her next 2 me

Jiminie: omg I knw I'm lik hella drumk right nowe but I thk I see a greek god across the room

Jiminie: he looks like that jeonn jungkkok guy

Jiminie: YOONGZ IS Heeere

Jiminie: shhh don't tell no1 byt he looksx so fine

Jiminie: old man yoonz iz takn me home luv u

Taehyung took of breath of relief since he didn't go home with some stranger. He looked at one of his messages and thought for a second about Jeon Jungkook. He vaguely remembers Jimin mentioning him once or twice. He just figured that he was Jimin’s classmate. He never really put much thought into the guy. He let the thought and got up to get ready for school.

His morning was actually better than yesterday since his mom actually got up to take care of his siblings but he still made breakfast for everyone before he left. He hoped his mom took them to school on time and that shell pick them up when school ends. His mother isn't the most reliable person in the world. His mother just stopped trying out of no where about a year ago and it really stressed him out at times. His dad left them when his siblings were 5 and he was 15. Its been 3 years and Taehyung doesn't really think about him. Although, he cant help but kind of thank him for all the checks he sends every month since it helps pay the bills. They weren't poor since his mom works from home but they were definitely not rich, either. His mother hasn't been working as much, but she does every now and then. He just hopes she get motivation somehow and get right back on track.

He arrived at school feeling ready to take on the school day and keep a positive mindset. He was thankful that he was awake and tired like he normally is. He suspects that it was going to be a good day. 

"Taehyung!" Yoongi yelled towards the younger, waving him over to where he was, which was at a table with two other people. The younger walked over and saw two males who he has seen around but didn't know their names.

"What's up, Yoongz?" Taehyung smiled, taking a seat next to him.

"This is Hoseok and Namjoon." Yoongi introduced the other two who were in front of them.  He waved and introduced himself.

"Hello, I'm Taehyung." He beamed his rectangular smile, which he heard was a great smile from so many people which made him blush every time he heard it.

"Oh, we already know." They laughed, knowing already who Taehyung is and how he is.

"So, what did you do last night, lame ass?" Yoongi nudged the younger while putting his arm around him.

"I binged watched Another while eating plenty of snacks. It was a pretty relaxing night if you ask me." He hummed, being perfectly content on how he spent his night. 

Hoseok and Namjoon just hummed since it did sound like a pretty nice night.

"How was the party, though?" Taehyung asked Yoongi, not knowing that it was actually Hoseoks party and the three elders were there.

"Hoseoks party? It was lit, like always." Taehyung has heard about his parties and how they are so fun. He doesn't go to parties but he vows that if he ever went to a party, it was going to be Hoseoks party.

"Yeah, there was so many people. You should've been there, man! Youre always invited." Hoseok beamed at the the younger, who he now formally just met, and the younger just blushed at how nice he was.

"I don't really party." Taehyung shrugged

."Oh, are you that type?" Namjoon questioned, actually curious.

"No, I just usually don't have any interest to go. My best friend, beside this guy right here," nudging Yoongi who still has his arm around him,

"Jimin goes to parties a lot. Maybe one day I'll go." Taehyung smiled a reassuring smile.

"Jimin is a trip. I love that guy." Namjoon laughed.

"He's a dumbass." Yoongi sneered, rolling his eyes.

"That's not what you thought last night, dude." Hoseok exclaimed.

"Shut the fuck up, Hobi." He whisper-yelled. Taehyung wasn't at all surprised to get the hint that Yoongi checked Jimin out last night.

"Ew! Yoongi, how dare you touch my best friend?" Jimin scoffed while approaching the table. Everyone except, Yoongi, started snickering.

Yoongi just glared at the redhead in front of him. Jimin huffed, "Anyway, Taehyung, you ready to head to class?" He smiled from ear to ear.

"Yeah, sure. See you guys around." He said.

Once they got to their class, Jimin started groaning about how his head was horrible but the party was worth it, even though he didn't really remember it.

"It was lit, like always. Are you ever going to go to a party with me, man? It'd probably be more fun with you around. Unless youre going to be a party pooper then forget I said anything." He joked.

"I don't know, maybe one day soon." He said seriously which would've shocked Jimin if he weren't so hungover.

"Yeah, okay. Sure." Jimin mumbled while laying head down, deciding on that he rather much sleep than pay attention in class.

[villruu]

Alright I have more suggestions because I have not read practically all the works in the technoblade tag no, what makes you think that. They all undercut because i have a LOT of fics to rec.

You’re still Our Brothers, And We Will Fight For You by Your_Resident_Witch

Still a work in progress, it’s up to chap 4 as of now. Another of those wonderful fics where the premise is “What if Phil joined the dreamSMP?” Very good fluff and hurt/comfort

The SBIDND au by arsonblade

A series of SBI but in a DND setting!!! It’s just one-shots and they are all super fluffy. The last work is a one-shot book, so technically it’s all finished lol

..--/ ... --- .-. .-. -.-- by always_an_anxious_mess

Mainly Tubbo & Tommy centric, focuses on “Wilbur blows up Manberg while Tommy tries to tell people” Angsty, the last chap brings you all the feelings you ever needed

Snapshots in lavander by exceed

Only on the first chapter bUT HOLY FUCK IT’S SO GOOD!!! Set just after the Potato war, it’s a technoblade centric fic that focuses on what if Techno ended up stranded in his skyblock island.

Missing Sunrise by jestayork

Still in progress, ad of rn it’s on chapter 25. It has everything you ever wanted: timeloops, death, murder mystery, found family, among us and our favorite block men.

but i know i can make it by rosewitchx

A super emotional character study of the Schlatt present in the DreamSMP, where Pogtopia manages to win Manberg back. Super angsty, focuses on Quackity & Schlatt friendship but also on Schlatt & SBI relationships. Just a one-shot but it’s so well written it leaves you feeling as if you read a goddamn series.

There’s Nothing In This World I Wouldn’t Do by ImperialKatwala

A finished fic that focuses, also, on Phil coming into the DreamSMP and wrangling his kids. SBI centric (Tubbo included!), with lot of hurt/comfort peppered in.

bloody and raw, i swear it is sweet bywatercolorwoods

Main focus on Technoblade & Tommy, with peppered SBI around. It focus around Techno being protective and someone killing Tommy (It has respawn dw). A hurt/comfort kid, with a bonus or murderous technoblade!

“See the rain is nice...” by DaWolfyDaWolf

This is mainly a hurt fic. It hurt me, a lot. A festival one shot with no respaw/permadeath where Techno kills Tubbo and is brought to court. Very angsty, beware the tags. Still good tho

It’s Easier by Cheeto_the_Cat

a big OOF in the heart, focusing primarely on Techno & Wilbur. references to mcm and smpearth everywhere, and it hurts all the more </3 The summary is: “ It’s easier, Techno thinks, if he pretends Wilbur was always this way, that he met him like this. But he isn’t. And he didn’t. “

Homeward bound for the artic ground by BirchWrites

THE PERFECT SBI ONE SHOT COMBINING DREAMSMP AND SMPEARTH!!!!!! Super hilarious, lots of fluff. It basically is Wilbur and Tommy deciding to GO to Techno instead of sending a letter for help

if i’m found, i’ll end up lost by transvav

A short series, mixing mianite and dreamsmp together. First work focuses on Tommy & Tubbo, second one is Dream centric with big cool surprise SBI. It’s Minecraft but with lore!

eros ≠ storge by idyllSunset

  A hanahaki disease finished fic that focuses on Tommy learning that Techno once had the disease. There is a vague hint towards unrequited love from techno towards someone but the author never mentions anyone, the fic primarely focuses on family feels and how they kept the secret from Tommy. Very angst and hurt/comfort. It’s situated during the MCC 4, and the feelings are just *cheff kiss*

I’m What’s Left When Children Go To War by Anonymous

heavy hurt fic, situated during the post election arc. Tommy, Techno and Wilbur are in Pogtopia, preparing while Nikki and Tubbo are spies for Schlatt and then they get caught. Beware the tags, since this fic has kind of graphic depictions of injuries (kind of?) It’s angst but with a happy ending

Stop it, please. by Just_trying_to_be_HAPPY

This one is big OOF, one shot situated during the whole pogtopia vs Manberg arc. Main focus are Tommy & Techno &Wilbur feels; lot’s of flashback of SBI. It’s hurt/comfort, with lot’s of Dadza references around. It’s  OoC but honestly, what isnt?

The Ender Chest Incident by Your_Resident_Witch

A cute and crack one shot of the same author of You’re Still Our Brothers, And We Will Fight For You. Very light one shot, heavy family dynamics, and crack to top it off. Very funny, the shot in one sentence can be summarized to “Tommy in a chest, what will he do?”

basically, he’s baby by Anonymous

Crack one shot, where SBI is out in a family outing and Techno gets hit with a potion, and surprise! Baby Techno. So much fluff you get cavities, lot’s of dadza material here

There’s an imposter among us by FiveInBinaryOr101

In short summary, everyone’s an impostor but nobody knows the other is the impostor. HILARIOUS! Super funny, made me laugh a lot.

an ode to family by itisjosh

This one shot grabbed me by the throat and said to me “You will read this and fucking cry” and i just went yes sir yes sir. A foster family AU, super fluffy and cute, there is enough angst to go around and the misunderstandings and assumptions are *cheff kiss* Main focus is Tommy & Philza feels

philza batman (or: the knights of sleepy city) by bluesandbirds

A Batman AU of SBI and a fuck ton more of block people, super cute and angsty. Featuring Philza as batman, Captain Sparklez as Superman, Techno as Red hood and more!!! The shot, in a sentence is : “How many kids can Philza adopt while he fights crime? Lets find out!” Inspired by mcyt-quotes batman post. Actually, check out all of their works, because they are super super good.

five (or six) times tommy successfully annoyed technoblade and the one time he failed by jamingbenn

An Idol fic, finished, focusing on SBI as an Idol group. Feature: Tommy super lost, Wilbur and Tommy screaming, a drunk Techno and Phil who does not know how to deal with his problems unless its with alcohol because he’s northern british. Super funny, super good fic, 10/10 would reccomend everywhere.

Ender Pearl by dreamingKatfish

A Festival Fic where Techno saves Tubbo. Do i need to say more?? Super good, made me somft. The sbi feelings are on point

A Great Hope Fell by mirandible

Finally a Techno & Philza centric fic. It is so, so so so good. Beware the tags, because shit gets rough. One shot focuses on Phil coming to the DreamSMP and finding Techno alone. Gave me too many feelings, would recomend to anyone if you want a good Philza & Techno fic.

You Need To Let Go by ExistentialFish

A 11 chapter fic, finished, that came into my house, kicked me to death and then made me cry about it. Very heavy angst, there is no happy ending but *clenches fist* it’s... so good. Check carefully the tags, because shit gets real and by everything that is holy, it does hurt. A hurt fic, based on the premise “Tommy died in the duel, and now we are in the Pogtopia Arc and Wilbur is seeing his dead bro everywhere”

east of eden by subwaywalls

A series, with mainly one shots, focused on SBI primarely, with a bonus Adopted Tubbo. Tommy, Techno and Wilbur fight the supernatural, and Phil protects them from the shadows without their notice. Super good.

Feathers Scarlet by HappilyNervousCollection

A WING FIC!!!! Set during the L’manberg war for independence, Tommy tries to make a deal with Dream and shit’s get fucked. A big hurt/comfort fic, with 14 chapters and finished. The comfort doesn’t come in until wayyyy later in the fic, and be careful checking the tags because this fic deals with heavy stuff. It’s mainly lmanberg founders and later them + Phil and Techno who get shit wrecked in the DreamSMP. Super good.

world jump au by iidiiot

A series, of only one-shots, where people forget everything when they join a new world. Super hurt/comfort, is set after the whole dreamSMP and makes you super soft. Each one shot focuses mainly on one person; SBI is there but mostly in memories since they forgot (but thye still manage to make something good)

Hollow by Cypherr

A SBI series (minus Phil </3) where Pogtopia wins over Manberg but shit is still fucked. Pure angst and hurt, the series focuses mainly on the brothers slowly losing trust and their relationship with each other </3 Check each tag on the one shots, because some deal with heavy shit

The Secret Ingredient Is Crime by mini_puffs

A technoblade centric fic, where he tries to deal with al the excess of potatoes he got from the potato war, while his family and friends keep visiting him in his farm when he clearly said to leave him alone. Very fluffy, no angst and filled with laughter, comfort, and crime! the perfect combination

Absolutely Anything For Them by Numanum

A Tubbo centric fic set in the L’manberg independence war, where Tubster is the traitor. Heavy angst and hurt, it gets better! Tech and Phil appear later in the fic, and wreck shit. Beware some of the tags, because this fic really hurts. It’s only 3 chapters, already finished, with the last one being an alternative ending.

and when he came, they followed by Nicoforlife

A one shot set in Minecraft, in some alternative universe. Super fluffy, it focuses mainly on Philza adopting practically everyone. Lots of hybrid and mob players content for the furries out there.

all lit up and i start to smile by summer_rising

No phil in this one shot (again </3). Set in an alternative universe where Pog2020 won the elections, Techno is this legendary warrior who is visiting his family and he does not Enjoy Social Interaction(tm). Crack and fluffy shot, makes you laugh a lot! Super funny, a very light-hearted one shot for all your needs.

home is wherever i’m with you by watercolorwoods

A fluffy one shot set in the Festival, where Technoblade saves Tubbo. Feelings everywhere.

That one SBI d&d AU (now SBI&CO) by TibiDecet

A DND au super fluffy. Focuses mainly on found family. The fic it has is just one shots together, it has 10 chapters and it’s super cute and funny.

Ph1lza joined the game by lavanderberry

Crack fic, where Phil joins DreamSMP and proceeds to terrorize his children. Super funny, made me howl like a madman.

i will be changing soon by skittykitty

A dysfuntional found family, in a SCP au setting. Techno is the poor guard stuck with the scp known as Philza and shit happens. Is very good, a bit fast paced but the premise is simple and Im a sucker for scp for one shots and fics.

Green by CodeCherry

A platonic soulmate AU, set irl, where when you write in your skin, it appears on your’s soulmate skin. Tommy centric, super cute and fluffy. A one shot defenitively worht its read

don’t be so scared of the dark (it’s my only friend) by always_an_anxious_mess

A series set in the DreamSMP, mostly in the Pogtopia arc tbh. The plot is basically “what if tommy was an eldritch horror?” and it really makes it honour. Semi crack, fluff and angst in equal amounts. A very good read, thats for sure.

Calling in the Big Guns (it’s Phil, Phil is the big gun) by Random_Scribbling

A one shot set during the Pogtopia vs Manberg, covering the Festival too. A kind of Evil Wilbur one shot, where Techno gets fed up and snatches Tommy away. Features: Overprotective Techno, Tubbo and Tommy reunion and Phil very pissed off. Super good read, if you still get feelings from the canon festival and want to drown away your sorrows in fanfiction.

The Price of a Life by always_an_anxious_mess

A super good read, 100% recommend. It’s another wing fic, set during the L’manberg war for independence, where they absolutely lost. There is no respawns and L’manberg accepts defeat when Tommy is shot to save his life. A completed fic with 12 chapters filled with feelings, trauma, fluff and comfort. Techno and Phil appear later in the fic, but they absolutely make up for it. One of my favourite fics, for sure.

What World Have We Inherited? by Anonymous

THIS FIC, THIS FIC RIGHT HERE?!?!? FUCKING KILLS ME. One of my favourite for sure, it’s set after the festival (and a little more maybe?) where Wilbur press the button and kills everyone in L’manberg with the exception of Techno and Tommy. Super angsty and well paced, this fic focuses more on the healing part of Tommy’s trauma, after he’s saved by Techno and they try to find their place in this new scary world. I cannot recomend this one enough, it always makes me hype when it updates. The fic is in progress but the author updates it semi-regularly and really, it really deserves a read. There is slight references to SBI (minus Phil), fuck, this fic makes you cry and laugh alonside the characters.

SeCrFiDr

This author has absolutely good one shots, SBI is strong in here, and it mainly focuses on roombas being sentient and acquiring feelings. Super good reads, definitevely deserves more attention.

Pssst, also maybe check my fics? it’s kryonblock on ao3 and i have written sbi into my one shots shkfdhskdjfh let me have a little self promo

spare sleepy bois inc family fics anyone?