#Accidentally coming out but not about sexuality more about getting fucked by your brother's sworn enemy

[ray935sworld]

The photo

Or: how to get a drunk Luca to a panicking Luca for beginners?

Answer: let him sent a drunk text

„Luca, Luca, corazon, you're drunk" Marc whispered holding his boyfriend close. He had to suppress a giggle as he looked at the young Italian. His brown hair was ruffled and his beautiful blue eyes were fixed on him. He looked worn out from their day. But happy.

They had woken up together, a beautiful house on a coast far away from anyone bothering them, secure enough to be sure that no one would see or recognize them. For once, they were just an ordinary couple, going on a hike, cooking together, kissing each other and more…

However, Luca was currently busy trying to wiggle out of Marc's hug which he only unwillingly allowed. Despite the heat, he refused to let his lover go. He wanted him close and feel his heart beating against his chest. „I'm- not drunnnnk!" Luca slurred as he stood up and made a few steps towards the side of their bed.

Marc, worried he might hurt himself while not being able to walk straight, was immediately on his side. He regretted letting Luca drink so much, underestimating that he could handle way less than him. It started with wine at dinner but had soon escalated to a few drinks too many.

But after all, they were on holidays and Luca was still young. He was allowed to drink a little too much, eat unhealthy and have some fun. He was far too serious and took his diet to strict most of the time anyway. Marc didn’t wanted to be the one stopping him from the little bit of fun he allowed himself.

Marc watched as Luca take his phone and stumbled back to the bed, taking Marc's hand and making him fall with him. He laughed about it. The Spaniard was now laying on his back, his boyfriend on his stomach, grinning at him like a cat that got the milk. „Can we sleep now?" he asked suppressing a yawn.

„Yeah but I still need to send my brother some picture. I promised him" Luca said as he started tapping on his phone. Marc sighed softly. He couldn’t see the screen cause Luca was holding the phone next to his head so he could see the screen and his boyfriend at the same time. But actually, he didn’t really care. Rossi was the last thing he wanted to think about when he had his boyfriend so close to him and all for himself.

„Just do it in the morning. He won't-" he tried to argue but was immediately shut down. „No! I promised. Marc, I pro-o-omised him!" he whined and the Gresini rider was close to laughing out loud. „I need to send him some pics!" „Okay. Okay, but I'll sleep"

He was well aware that Luca would look through all his approximately 300 pictures he had taken today. This would take a while, so - to stay true to his word - Marc started caressing Lucas hair until he was too tired to hold up his arm. Instead he placed it around the younger ones shoulders and soon fell asleep.

It was a peaceful sleep. It always was when he was close to his lover. He dreamed of Luca and their life. Their future. Their love. He dreamed about their wonderful vacation, far away from everyone. They weren't worried or concerned, they didn't need to hide. There was no reason to.

„Marc!" Someone was shaking him awake, disturbing his peace. Confused he blinked, trying to locate himself and figure out what was going on. „Marc, wake up!"

He stared at the wide open eyes of his lovers. He looked scared, filled with fear and pain and an unknown horror. It was terrifying to see.

„Luca?" he asked softly. „What?" „I- Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!" the other exclaimed, gasping for air. His breathing was too fast to be considered normal. He looked like he was in the middle of a panic attack. He was.

Quickly Marc sat up, hugging his lover. He felt the younger ones grip tighten around him. His arms holding him like his life depends on it. He clinched to him. „Ma-Marc" he choked as a sob left his throat.

He let a few minutes past. Luca was crying. He was crying and Marc didn't understood a word. There was no reason to ask Luca to repeat himself or explain anything. Whatever it was, he had to get his tear out of his system first.

There was nothing Marc do, except handle the gut wrenching sounds and hope his lover would be comforted by his presence. Somehow.

When he was finally breathing normally, still hanging in Marc's hug, he took a deep breath. „I... I might have done something very, very stupid yesterday" he whispered. „That's okay" he reassured him and kissed him softly. „We'll figure it out. What happened?"

For a moment he was silent, clearly avoiding his eyes. Then he looked him straight in the eyes. „Promise... Promise me... You won't yell at me" „I would never yell at you. I promise. Everyone makes mistakes and... Whatever you've done, we can find a way to deal with it."

„I... I... Fuck. I'm so sorry." he whispered, tears back in his eyes. „I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I... I didn't mean to. I swear. I... It was a mistake. It was an accident" „Luca, what did you do?" he asked again, softly but he couldn't help but notice the worry creeping in his chest. Luca was a calculating man. He had never seen him being overtaken with worry.

„I... I sent this to my brother" he whispered and showed his phone to Marc. A picture was open. One that was apparently now in Vale's inbox.

It was a beautiful picture, actually. It showed Marc, half naked. Actually he was completely naked and only covered by his blanket but luckily the picture ended under his chest. You could see with Luca wrapped around him.

The young Italian was still sleeping. His eyes were closed and his face had a peaceful look. His cheek was pressed against the older one's chest. You could see his right shoulder. He wasn't wearing a shirt either.

He looked beautiful. Calm and relaxed. They had taken the picture a few days ago. Well, Marc had taken the picture and sent it to his families group chat. His mother had asked for a confirmation that they hadn't done anything stupid and were alright after both hadn't answered for a few days.

Marc was grinning in the camera and winked. Then the realization hit him.

He fucking winked. It looked cheeky and was definitely intended. In that context it was funny. Clearly the two just had sex. In the Marquez family chat who had officially met Luca as Marc's boyfriend, that was okay. They could handle the joke. They made jokes like that all the time.

It was however highly inappropriate to send to the man who hated Marc with a burning passion.

„Fuck" he whispered. Now he understood his boyfriends panic. He was close to panicking as well but one look at his lover made him calm down. Luca was stressed enough. He was the one that had to calm him.

„I-I-I don't know what I should do! He's gonna be so angry." Luca muttered. „He's gonna - he's gonna throw me out the academy and never ever talk to me again. Fuck! What about the others? Pecco, Bez - Cele, Migno - Franco! No! No, no, no-" „Luca calm down. Please. Just breath with me-" he tried but it was too late.

He had talked himself into a panic. Again. He stood up, starting to chase his own shadow in the room. „Marc, they need the academy. Don't you understand? They own Vale everything! They can't betray him. It'd destroy them and their career. They... They will side with him and have to hate me too and they won't ever speak to me again!"

Quickly Marc stood up as well. Without thinking he grabbed his lover, forced him to stay still and took his face in his hands. He looked him straight in the eyes in a way that left no discussion about his words.

„Luca, his hate for me can't be stronger than his love for you" „No. No, you don't understand. He... He basically raised me. He was always there for me. He... He... I... I can't... He..." „But don't you understand what that means? Luca, you're his baby brother.” His mind drifted to Alex.

He tried to imagine what Vale must feel for his brother. “You're the baby he raised. He sees you as a brother and - maybe even as a son. It's obvious to everyone how much you mean to him. Trust him. Please. I trust him to make the right decision and... And if he fucks up, we'll ask the boys to get your stuff and - we'll, depending on you - We either move to Barcelona or Italy."

„I... I don't want to lose him" „I don't want you to lose him either. I know he means so much to you... That's why I trust him. You're a very good man. I believe you wouldn't trust him if he didn't deserve it."

Luca nodded. He didn't looked completely convinced but it was enough for now. The blue dots confirming that Vale had received and seen the pictures was enough to keep the tension in the room. There was no amount of words Marc could say to break it so he didn’t.

Silently they decided to start their day. It was impossible to follow they usual holiday routine of lazy morning sex and cuddling in bed. Instead they started making their breakfast. Both tried to start a conversation. Both were too uncomfortable and lost in thoughts about what might happen to keep it going.

Luca was scared to lose his family. Marc was scared Luca would resent him if Vale made the wrong reaction. Or he'd lose him. Maybe for good, he thought for a scary moment. Maybe this – a clean break, no ones fault, well maybe except Vale’s – was the best for them. Luca wouldn’t feel guilty anymore.

He stopped himself. Losing Luca, giving him up, was impossible. There was no way he’d let him go without a fight. He would find a way. Somehow. Even if he didn’t know how yet.

They sat on the patio of the vacation home they booked, when the ringing of a phone destroyed the silence. They looked at each other. It wasn't Luca's phone that was ringing.

It was Marc's.

„Who is it?" Luca asked as his boyfriend checked the display. „Your brother" he whispered, his cheeks turning white. „My- what?" Luca stared at him in shock. Neither of them had expected that turn of event.

„He calls me. I-" „Pick up!" Luca urged him and Marc quickly did. „Marquez" he answered the call. His voice was wavering He wasn't sure if attack or obedience was the best reaction.

„Here's Valentino... Rossi." The Italian answered. „I... I need to talk to you." „Okay. What's going on?" he tried to asked politely. „Don't act dumb. Your with Luca." he stated. Marc swallowed. He wasn't afraid of Vale for his sake. He was afraid of what Luca might had to go through.

„He drunk sent me a picture. Did you know that?" „Yes, he... He mentioned it." He shared a look with said man. “It was very… interesting. I didn’t expect to see my fucked out brother accompanied by… you” Luca looked defeated - sad. And that was the moment Marc decided that enough was enough. Their vacation wasn’t supposed to be like that. He wouldn’t allow that Luca’s one brake had this turn on him. He'd take control of the situation. He'd handle it.

„I know. He told me about sending it to you on accident. He was very concerned about your reaction - to put it lightly. He didn't mean to send it to you. He wanted to tell you. Not like this. But that's unimportant right now. What's important is that Luca is the most important person in my life.”

There was a light brush on Luca’s cheek. It made him look even younger. Marc looked only at him as he spoke. “I love him. I love him desperately and I feel like I can't breathe without him. I consider him part of my future, regardless and completely unrelated to his relatives. So knowing that, are you actually calling me to tell me I'm corrupting your baby brother? Are you going to accuse me, I'd be only with him to manipulate him or get back to you?"

There was a silence. Marc wasn't sure if he had overstepped. Maybe the silence was him hanging up and ending his brotherhood with Luca with one click. Or he'd get ready to yell at him. He was ready for both. He'd take care and defend Luca regardless.

„I deserved that." Came the surprising answer. „I’m not... No. No, I'm calling to apologize" he said again. His voice was calm. No amount of anger. Neither hidden nor obvious. „You what?" he asked, unsure if he had heard him correctly.

„I want to apologize. I will do a public statement explaining everything and a personal one, if you agree… I'd like to apologize to Alex and your parents too if they agree. I put them and you – all of you – through a lot of unnecessary shit over the last years.” „Wow. That's... That's a lot"

„No. It's the least I can do... Marc, I am sorry. I'm truly sorry. I didn't... Okay, let me explain. When I saw the picture I was angry. I... I was sure you'd... Well, you'd manipulate him and only use him – like you said. I know my brother is smart but... I still need to protect him." He had Alex. He knew that feeling all too well.

„I... I went to Uccio and he... It was a long and nasty talk. He wanted to throw Luca out the academy and never talk to him again. But he is my brother. He is my baby, even if he’d never admit that. I can’t… I’d never do that to him.”

Marc smiled. So he had been correct. “During the talk Uccio revealed that he consciously manipulated me to hate you. He faked data, even paid journalists to provide wrong information about you. He did everything to get rid of you and I played along. I'm sorry. All that time I trusted him and thought you were the bad one. I was the one being manipulated. I... I fired Salucci.”

He sounded sincere and that made the Spaniard hopeful. “I'm sorry, Marc. Really. I hope you can forgive me. I'd like to invite you after your holidays" „I guess not to the ranch" he joked and was glad that Vale took the joke light-hearted as he laughed along.

Lucas face became confused. „Allora, you're Luca's wag now. And no I won't consider it the other way." Marc couldn't help himself but laugh at that. Luca looked even more confused now which didn't help the Spaniard suppress his laughter. He wanted to lean in and kiss his worries away but that might be rude towards Vale and he wouldn’t risk that. Yet.

„And being the WAG means you're always welcome there too. But no. For now, I thought about my place. Not the ranch itself. More private" And more intimate. It truly meant family.

„I'd love to." he quickly agreed. He would look a gifted horse in the mouth. „Yes. I'm sure Luca will agree" „I hope... Is he sitting close to you?" „Ehm..." he said looking at Luca, the shirtless, very sexy, decorated with hickeys Luca. He was suddenly really happy this wasn't a video call.

„Yes" „Would you please hand him the phone? I'd like to apologize for being a shitty brother and not making him feel safe enough that he could have told me about your relationship when he was sober" „You're not a shitty brother." he protested. It felt like the right thing to do. Somehow. Even if he was happy to know what Vale wanted to talk about.

„Luca loves you. A lot. You mean the world to him. He was just afraid to disappoint you" „That's not really better, but thank you. I appreciate it... You know that I will kill you if you hurt him, right?" „Yeah, thought so already"

„Okay... You're treating him right... Like... Really. You're not pulling some fucked up shit and... I don't know..." „I don't. No. I never would. I could never. Luca... He means the world to me. If he'd asked me to quite motogp, I'd call Ducati on the spot."

Now Luca stared at him in shock. „Are you being serious?" The answer was immediat. „Without hesitation. I love him more than anything."

He handed his phone to his boyfriend and as Luca switched to Italian, his face twitching in horror, then release and finally happiness, Marc knew everything would be alright.

This story is part of the summer break fics 2024 and is also on my ao3

[skiller0dani]

You | Part 4

Summary: You’re a shapeshifter, and you’ve fallen in love with the notorious Dean Winchester. You manage to hide what you are, but what will he do once he finds out?

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Shapeshifter!Reader

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: Swearing, Angst, Drinking, Sexual Mentions, Blood, Violence, Forced Sex (Non Descriptive), 

A/N: enjoy ;) also I’m not going to describe Boyd physically in this series, I want you to picture him however you want. Sorry there’s no smut in this chapter, read the notice below to find out why.  PLEASE READ. VERY IMPORTANT.  So. My friends little brother was buried a few days ago. He was going to be in 7th grade. He accidentally shot himself in the stomach, he was a sweet kid who I cared for very much. My heart is completely broken, and I don’t have a lot of inspiration or motivation to even get out of bed. I’m sorry if this is short, or if it’s just crap but I cried a lot while I was writing it. I finished this for you guys to enjoy and I’m sorry it took me a few days. I know this story is getting a pretty large following and I’m sorry for letting you guys down- I am going to finish this. I promise. I just needed to heal first. Thank you. 

I miss you Mitchell, and I love you so much buddy. 

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Masterlist Part 3 Part 5

“And who the hell are you?” Dean snapped, his gun loaded and in his grip. Boyd smiled and attempted to enter the Bunker, but walked right into the warding- keeping him out. His expression shifted from cocky to annoyed, “I’m Boyd- you may have heard me referred to as the ex.” He said, trying to keep his cool. Dean rose his eyebrow, and you can tell he’s just as annoyed as Boyd is. “Well if Y/n wanted to stay with you she would have, thanks for the visit.” Dean snaps, trying to slam the door shut when Boyd presses his palm against it, not letting it close all the way. “I would show a little more respect Winchester, seeing as you’ve been bedding my property you’re not exactly on my favorites list.” Boyd hissed through clenched teeth. Dean’s jaw clenched, “property? You’re a dick,” Dean spits, white knuckle gripping his gun. Boyd smiles, “you’re awfully protective of her aren’t you? If you know her so well then I’m assuming you know her dirty little secret, Sammy does. Don’t you Sammy?” Dean’s eyebrows pinch together as his gaze shifts to you and Sam. Boyd sneers, “Oh so she hasn’t told you, interesting. Guess you’re not as close as you thought. I suppose I could tell you but what’s the fun in that?” Dean’s eyes dart to the ground, and he has an unreadable expression on his face. Boyd smirks at his good work, and hands Dean a card- “when you’re ready to turn her over to me, this is where I’ll be.” He says before turning up the stairs, leaving the Bunker in stunned silence.

Dean swings the door shut before turning down the stairs, his gaze on you and now you can see that he’s hurt. He crosses his arms- keeping a protective distance from you and Sam, “tell me what he’s talking about. Now.” Dean orders, his expression hardening. Your heart beats wildly in your chest as your body begins to shake and sweat, your head is spinning and it feels like the walls are closing in on you. Your mouth goes dry as you stare blankly at Dean, you don’t know what to do- once you tell him the truth everything is over. “D-Dean, Boyd is lying!” You stammer, but you know he won’t believe you just by the look on his face. Your hands tingle and your body feels numb, this isn’t happening. This is a bad dream and soon you’ll wake up in Dean’s bed- safely wrapped in his arms. “Y/n,” Dean’s stern voice cuts into your mind- you’ll wake up...any minute now. Sam lets out a sigh, but Dean’s gaze is fixed on you- in all honesty Dean gets why Sam wouldn’t tell him. He’s pissed off Sam didn’t tell him, but he gets it. Sam didn’t want to betray your trust, but you...you had no reason not to tell Dean. You look to Sam for help getting you out of this but when you look in his eyes you know- now is the time for the truth. You let out a shaky breath as you brace yourself on the edge of the table. 

“No more lies...” you whisper, knowing Dean is staring at you expectantly. You look up at him, the man you’ve fallen in love with. The man who kills your kind, and there are tears in your eyes. “I don’t know how to say it, so I’ll show you.” You tell him, closing your eyes. Some shifters don’t shed their skin when they change, some of them can do it like the Alpha does it- and you are one of the select few that doesn’t shed. You think of the body you had before this one and slowly Dean watches with horror in his eyes as your appearance changes before his eyes. He watches as you shift into someone else, when you open your eyes there are tears drifting down your cheeks when you see Dean pointing his gun at you. His expression is a mix of hurt and anger, and you know you’ve lost him. He’ll never trust you again and you know that. “Dean wait-” Sam starts but Dean shoots him a glare, and you shrivel when he turns that glare on you. “You’re a shifter.” Dean says calmly, but you can see the tears in his eyes- just barely brimming beneath the surface. “Dean please just let me explain-” You cry, feeling like your chest is being crushed from the inside. Dean lets out a sigh, not letting himself look at you- before he pulls the trigger. It’s in slow motion as the bullet flies towards you, but instead of killing you- it hits you in the shoulder. You cry out in pain as you collapse, Dean never misses at point blank range. 

Dean stalks over to you, “get out. I won’t miss twice.” Dean snaps, nothing but anger in his eyes. You feel the tears roll down your cheeks as you stand on shaky legs, your right hand covering your bullet wound. Your entire body is trembling as you pass by a stunned Sam, nothing but guilt written on his face. You stumble up the stairs, glancing back at Dean- who is turning and heading back towards his bedroom without looking at you twice. You push the door open and slump against it once it’s closed- all the bottled up emotions boiling over. Your body shakes as you cry, sliding down the door until you’re sitting with your kneed pulled to your chest. The thing is you knew this would happen, you knew he would want to kill you. You let yourself get attached to a hunter, Boyd is right, you are stupid. Stupid for meeting Dean Winchester, stupid for sleeping with him, stupid for falling for him. Your shoulder screams in pain and you know you’ll have to deal with it sooner or later, but in all honesty you’ve never been wounded like this. You fly under the radar- passing as a human so a hunter as never come after you before. You don’t even know how to heal a bullet wound- you do have a healing ability but it won’t work until the bullet is removed. 

Sam marches after Dean, he honestly never thought Dean would shoot her, or kick her out after she was basically threatened by Boyd. Sam thought after all these years Dean’s opinions about the supernatural creatures has changed, that they weren’t all monsters. Y/n has never killed anybody- or even hurt anybody, she is the farthest thing from a monster. But maybe Sam put too much faith in Dean, maybe he was wrong. Sam nearly tore Dean’s door off when he ripped that door open, “what the hell is wrong with you?” Sam yelled, not even earning a glance from Dean. Sam bit back another remark as he let out a sigh, “I won’t let anything happen to her. So I’m going to keep her safe- since you don’t seem to give a shit.” Sam snapped, and Dean continued to ignore him as Sam slammed the door shut. Sam opened the door to the Bunker, to see Y/n slump back, her body weak from not healing the gunshot wound- or from removing the silver bullet. “It’s okay I got you,” Sam said, lifting her to his arms, he needs to bring her somewhere safe. 

Dean sat in the library, with a half empty bottle of whiskey in front of him. How could he not see it? That she was different? That she was one of them. What Dean has sworn to protect people from, how could he be so blind. How could he sleep with her, how could he trust her? What’s worse is that he cares for the damn thing, and he can’t shake the guilt that he threw you out when someone out there wants to hurt you. He took another long drink from the bottle, holding the card Boyd gave him. Dean can’t see you right now, but that doesn’t mean he can’t take care of the threat. He would feel much better with you being out there if you weren’t in danger. He has to take out Boyd. Dean hates it- he hates that he cares about you. You’re a fucking shapeshifter. Dean can’t even bring himself to think about what John would think of him. John would think that Dean is weak, that Dean is stupid. Because how on earth could Dean let her go- knowing what she is? Dean rubs a hand over his face, grabbing his gun and silver bullets he heads to the door of the bunker- he’s ending this. Once and for all. 

When you open your eyes you’re laying in a motel room- and your shoulder feels much better. You look to your left and see Sam with his gun out, “Sam?” Your voice is dry and you feel like you’re being dramatic but- it’s been a stressful night. “Where are we?” You ask, noticing Dean isn’t here. You knew Dean would be upset but you never expected him to shoot you. “Motel, hiding out until I figure out what to do.” Sam says, scratching the back of his neck. You know what you have to do, you have to find Boyd and you have to give yourself to him. You wont let Sam and Dean suffer because of a choice you made, you were a fool to think you’d ever be able to escape Boyd. He’s made is obvious that wherever you go he’ll find you, and he’ll hurt the people you care about. You close your eyes and shift again- but this time you shift back into your actual body. What you actually look like, short with long blonde hair and bright brown eyes. Sam gives you a funny look, “who did you shift into?” He asks, his eyes wide- you’re beautiful. You smile shyly, your red cheeks burning, “me.” You swing your legs off the bed, relieved the gunshot in your shoulder has healed- it doesn’t hurt anymore. 

“Sam...” You start as you stand, Sam stands quickly after you- he knows what you’re going to do. “Don’t.” Sam says, worry in his eyes. He approaches you and your eyes widen, your eyes are level with his mid chest- your last body was a few inches taller than your real body is. “Sam I have to, I won’t let Boyd hurt you or Dean. Please, just let me do this.” You plead but he shakes his head, turning to grab his gun when you elbow him in the back of the head hard enough to knock him out. “I’m sorry Sam, but I won’t let you get hurt because of me.” You whisper, with tears in your eyes as you head out the motel door. You hot wire a car and drive to the Warehouse Boyd is waiting at- you know him well enough to know where he’d choose to hide out. Your phone starts to vibrate and you answer the call- you already know who’s calling you. “Y/n, sweetheart have you decided to come home yet?” Boyd asks, and you grit your teeth. “I’m on my way.” You snap, you hear him sigh on the other end, “I would be nice Y/n, especially since your boy toy in burlap decided to come and try to kill me. You wouldn’t have anything to do with that, would you?” Boyd asks, his voice dangerous and taunting. Your eyes widen, Dean. “What did you do to him?” You ask, your voice shaky. Boyd laughs, “nothing he didn’t deserve. If you get here quick enough maybe I won’t kill him.” You immediately hang up and press the pedal to the floor. 

You push through the doors to the Warehouse, to find Dean being held up by two other shifters- his face bloody and bruised. There are cuts and gashes all over his torso, and you flinch when you see the handle of a dagger pressed into his thigh- the rest of the blade sitting inside his leg. Dean looks weak, as he gazes up at you- his eyes widen. He looks taken aback, you’re gorgeous and Dean prefers this body to the other one. Boyd smiles at your worry, “there she is. The pretty blonde girl I remember.” He smiles, his smile long and thin like a serpents. “I’m here Boyd, let him go.” You say, crossing your arms. Dean tries to fight against the shifters holding him, the urge to protect you is stronger than the anger and betrayal he feels. “But I haven’t had any fun with you yet- why would I let him go before he can see everything I plan on doing to you?” Boyd hisses, his eyes narrowed. You feel a sharp pain in your back as one of Boyd’s followers pushes a silver dagger through your spine. You cry out, collapsing to your knees- you can hear Dean trying to stand up. “You should have told him the truth about me little dove,” Boyd says as he takes slow steps towards you. “You should have told him I’m the very first shifter the Alpha made, that makes me the strongest.” You wheeze as the blade in your back is twisted- the pain burning like fire through your veins. Dean is forced to watch, and he feels anger at how helpless he is- all he can do is watch. 

Boyd takes out another silver dagger and presses it through your chest, the tip of this blade touching the tip of the blade buried in your back. You scream, tears in your eyes at the scorching pain. “I have so much fun planned for the two of you, and how special is this? I get to hurt the man that Y/n loves. My dear I thought you only loved me?” Boyd snaps, bringing his foot up and kicking you in the chin- sending you flying backwards onto your back. You feel blood trickling down your face and neck as you lay- gasping for breath. Dean’s eyes widen, you love him? Boyd steps towards you, pressing his foot against your throat- pushing until he hears the bones in your throat beginning to crack. You claw at his leg, desperately trying to get a breath as the pain cripples your entire body. He keeps his foot there as he looks down at you, “one little push and I’ll break your neck- and you will suffocate to death.” He sneers, relishing in the fear in your eyes, he loves being in control. He moves his foot and you start gasping and coughing up blood. “But I won’t, because you my dear are too valuable to me. Your body is too good, and I’m not finished fucking it yet.” Boyd laughs, watching Dean’s face twist in rage. You feel your bones healing, and the process is agonizing. Boyd grabs you by the wrist and yanks you to your feet- pulling back to where his bedroom is. You thrash against him, “Let Dean go, please I’ll never disobey you again- just please don’t hurt him.” You beg, tears falling down your cheeks. Boyd frowns, but doesn’t answer you as he closes the door behind you two.

Boyd forces you onto the bed, and the hours tick by so slowly. He forces himself into you over and over again- the pain ripping through your body as tears fall down your face. You scream and cry when he takes silver daggers and draws gashes down your back, before slowly yanking out the dagger in your back. When he’s finished, you’re bruised and your entire body is weak. A dagger still sits in your chest- constantly sizzling and burning your skin but you can’t take it out. If you do Boyd will punish you. You lay curled up on his bed, your entire body trembling. Boyd leans down to your ear, “did you learn your lesson kitten?” You nod weakly and he smiles before throwing open the doors. “Release the hunter.” And they drag Dean out in front of the warehouse, and throw him to the street before slamming the doors shut. Dean groans as he yanks the dagger out of his thigh- this is all his fault. He feels anger surging through him, he has to find Sam. Dean would rather die then let you stay with Boyd- he is coming back for you. 

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Fandom: TeenWolf

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Cornerstone

Author: Vendelin

Summary: Suffering from PTSD, ex-Marine Derek Hale moves back to Beacon Hills to open a bookshop and find a calmer life. That’s where he meets Stiles, completely by accident. Stiles is talkative, charming and curious. Somehow, despite the fact that he’s blind, he’s able to read Derek like no one else.

See Derek Date

Author: mikkimouse

Summary: When Derek sees his ex-boyfriend, Jordan, for the first time in ten years, he tells a little white lie about his love life (or lack thereof). Of course, that all blows up in his face when his sister Cora finds out and demands that Derek bring his (imaginary) boyfriend to her wedding.Now he's got one month to change that "imaginary" boyfriend into an actual one.

Your Majesty

Author: grimm

Summary: It wasn’t like he was a pro or whatever, but like any teenage boy he’d spent a lot of time jerking off, and there were a lot of people on the internet that liked watching that sort of thing. And while the idea of doing actual porn - like, porn with another person’s dick in his ass porn - kind of made him uncomfortable, jerking off by himself in front of a camera sounded okay. If you’re good at something, never do it for free, right?Based off a prompt asking for Stiles as a cam boy and Derek lusting after his hot virgin bod.

Something Spooky

Author: crossroadswrite

Summary: Derek sighs and boredly stuffs a handful of gummi bears in his mouth, straight out of a Halloween candy bowl Aunt Olivia insists in buying every year even if they never get trick or treaters this far into the woods.He tilts his head and tunes back into the boys’ conversation, which has been the prime time entertainment of the Hales for the past ten minutes or so.“It’s dark,” one of the boys whines.“Don’t be a baby, Scott,” the second chastises.“But, I don’t wanna,” Scott whines, like a baby.

My Hips Don't Lie (And I'm Starting to Feel You Boy)

Author: MagnificentlyMagic

Summary: “Dancer’s hips,” Derek joked.“Oh yeah baby, my hips don’t lie,” Stiles smirked, licking his lips.“You’re an idiot.”“You love it.”

OR; The one in where Derek is a photographer for Calvin Klein and has roped in his dancer boyfriend (and his dancer friends) to model for him.

A High School Cliche

Author: halelujah

Summary: “Are you the one that played a porno in the Principal’s office?” A gruff voice asks.“Depends if you’re the one that threw a dumbbell through a window.” He drawls, not bothered in moving from his comfy spot.

Miguel the Wolf Dog

Author: orphan_account

Summary: Stiles' roommate Derek was pretty strange, and Stiles didn't know much about him. His dog, Miguel, was pretty cute though, and it was adorable how Miguel and Scott did the same rubbing thing because apparently Stiles "smells like another werewolf, and the pack doesn't like that". Well, it wasn't actually that cute when Scott did it. And if only he could find this other werewolf on campus...

Camp Lake Hale

Author: sarcasmandirony

Summary: Stiles and Scott decide to spend their last summer before college being camp monitors in the summer camp they used to attend when they were kids. Stiles aspires to rival Nathan Hale as the coolest camp monitor ever. Of course, this being Stiles' life, Nathan is getting married at the end of the summer, which leaves the most boring Hale family member in charge of camp matters - Derek Hale. Blah.

That Which You Cannot Undo

Author: uraneia

Summary: By twenty-eight, Stiles has resigned himself to a quiet life of working in his magic shop, selling Jackson Whittemore fart-inducing tea, and looking after his goddaughter. It's a good life. But the quiet goes to hell when his sister, Lydia, shows up with a crispy werewolf in her trunk and a bite mark on her shoulder, because hard on her heels comes the hottest person Stiles has ever seen, and he happens to be looking for his uncle.You know, the dead guy Stiles helped Lydia bury last night.

What I Did On My Summer Vacation

Author: grimm

Summary: There's something weird about Beacon Hills that Stiles can't quite put his finger on. The way everyone in town knows his name the day he arrives. The way they insist the melancholic howling that echoes through the forest every night is just a dog. The way his dad denies getting a dog, even though Stiles comes home to find one sprawled across his bed, some big black thing whose eyes gleam red in the right light. The way that massive oak tree out in the woods vibrates under his touch, pulsing with sickly life.There's something weird going on in this town, and Stiles is determined to get to the bottom of it.

Our Lives Are Changing Lanes

Author: grimm

Summary: There's a lot of screaming going on inside the first house Stiles visits. He isn't really worried, because it sounds like kids, but then the door opens and hi, says his dick, because the dude in front of him is gorgeous, built like a god with a face like thunder. Stiles wants to lick that solid jaw line. Hold the fuck on, says his cop brain, because the dude's got kids hanging all over him; one's on his back, skinny legs looped around his waist, and another two hanging off one arm, toes barely brushing the ground. There's a tubby toddler clinging to his leg like a koala, and he's got a baby tucked into the crook of the one arm that doesn’t have kids hanging off it. Stiles' mouth drops open."How many of those kids did you kidnap?" he asks before he can wrangle his brain into submission.The man gives him a look that says what the fuck is wrong with you and snaps, "You think I'd subject myself to this on purpose?""Oooh," says one of the kids hanging off his arm. "I'm telling Mom."

My Heart's Been Offline

Author: thepsychicclam

Summary: 31/M/New York. Rich, lays in bed all day, likes to read (aka Derek Hale, son of an Oscar winning actress, brother of one obnoxious reality star and one rebellious fashion designer, hates the paparazzi so much he's a recluse)26/M/California. Boring office job, likes to read (aka Stiles Stilinski, co-owner of a 100 acre organic farm with his dad and two best friends, writer of obits for a newspaper, has absolutely no life )Or, where Derek and Stiles meet online, and Stiles has no clue Derek's part of a famous family.

A (Sort of) Fairytale

Author: briecheesie, daunt

Summary: The summer after senior year starts normally enough, with the gang spending their final months before college together at the Martin family's lake house. Then Jackson stumbles onto the burial ground of a witch's ex-husband, Stiles is magically turned into a fox, and things somehow manage to get worse from there. The gratuitous Princess Bride references are only of moderate help.

Of Wolves And Doughnuts

Author: Hatteress (goddammitstacey)

Summary: When Derek was fifteen, circumstance and a goddamn doughnut had seen fit to Bond him to Stiles Stilinski. In which Derek is more cunning than anyone gives him credit for, Stiles doesn't understand why the new Alphas in town are all up in his business and everyone gets a violent crash-course in what it means to be Pack, whether they're in it or not.

With a Little Christmas Magic

Author: AceLotti

Summary: AU: Stiles is jobless this Christmas and as a last resort, is stuck playing one of Santa’s elves at the mall. The job is a bust, and Stiles isn’t really in the Christmas mood, until he finds salvation in the Starbucks at the food court, not only in hiding from kids, but in one very sexy barista named Derek.

OR: In Wich Stiles in an Elf and Derek is a Christmas Coffee Magician

Crasher Landers

Author: gyzym

Summary: In which Stiles learns to Stalk That Stalk. (Or, how to accidentally woo your unfriendly neighborhood alpha in roughly five hundred handwritten steps.)

A Desperate Arrangement

Author: mikkimouse

Summary: "I'm sorry, I believe there's something wrong with my hearing," Stiles said. "Because I could have sworn you just told me you set up a betrothal agreement with the Hales. A betrothal agreement involving me. Me."Scott smiled his easygoing smile and nodded, which told Stiles no, he hadn't misheard a damn thing.After seven years of lengthy negotiations, the treaty between the Hales and the Argents has fallen apart and the two countries fell into war.Months later, there's an uneasy truce, thanks to the intervention of King Scott McCall, but it won't last. In a desperate attempt to maintain the peace, the Hales sign a treaty with the McCalls to marry Prince Derek to Prince Stiles Stilinski, King Scott's brother.In the history of the world, there have been many better ideas.

Salty Sweet

Author: secondstar

Summary: Derek works at a porn store. One day, Stiles comes in asking all sorts of TMI questions about different toys. That's where it all starts.

A Californian Wolf in New York Series

Author: dancinbutterfly, knight_tracer

Part 1: A Californian Wolf in New York

Summary: When Derek finally realizes that there's nothing left for him in Beacon Hills, he goes back to New York, gets a life, falls in love and finds his home. (A podfic/fanfic collaboration)

Part 2 : It’s a Break, Not a Vacation

Summary: The anniversary of the fire sneaks up on Derek. So he follows his instinct and leaves Manhattan to get to the one thing he really needs to survive the worst week of the year, Stiles. Unfortunately, that puts him in Beacon Hills - the worst place he could possibly be at the worst possible time. Yeah, Derek didn't really think this through.

It Started with the Fox Ears Series

Author: thelucky13

Part 1: Fox Ears are a Blessing

Summary: The fic where Stiles has really sensitive ears and Derek uses it to his advantage. Sexually of course. mhmm. Sex.

Part 2: Blame It on the Twins

Summary: A peek through Stiles' pregnancy, with sexy times because I can never not.

The One Where Stiles is a Fox (literally) Series

Author: OneSmartChicken

Part 1: Tales of the Grizzled Pup

Summary: Stiles gets turned into a fox, and it's sort of awesome, and this is a terrible summary.

Part 2: Counting the Constellations On Your Face

Summary: And then the fox became a man, barely more than a boy in truth, and Derek should not have been surprised by his unique beauty, and yet he was.In fact, it could be said that Derek was transfixed.That's it. That's all it is. A little pack bonding and Derek thinking about how pretty Stiles is.

The Company I Keep

Author: secondstar

Summary: Stiles has a favorite table at the library. Then some asshole comes along and steals it from him.

We've Written Volumes (In Blood, in Scars and Ink)

Author: notthequiettype

Summary: Stiles is on his back on hard-packed dirt. He's cold and there are leaves stuck to his neck and there's a four inch gash in his side that he thinks he can feel his ribs through. There's so much blood around him he feels like he's floating on a pond and everything is so much dimmer above him than it was a minute ago, which is saying something because he's in the dark center of the forest in the middle of the night. And the worst of it is that he's alone, totally alone with the smell of his own blood drowning him and the soft side of him run through by a tree.As his eyes slip shut, the last thing he thinks is, "This is going to kill my dad."

Permanent Fixture

Author: linksofmemories

Summary: Derek is Scott's older brother. Stiles is Scott's best friend. Derek is falling in love with Stiles. This is a bit of a problem.

Howlin' For You

Author: Lenore

Summary: A college AU with strippers, crime bosses, and a mystery to solve.

I Want to Say Yes, Sir

Author: Halesbennett

Summary:  “I’ve got a 17 year old boy in the back of my car and I’m running him up to the station.” His dad sighs.“Oooo is he cute?” Stiles asks jokingly.Stiles can practically hear his Dad’s eye roll. He can hear the Sheriff shift as he turns around to look at the boy in the back. “Hey my son wants to know if you’re cute.”He hears the boy on the other end go after a second of hesitation, “I want to say yes, sir.”His Dad just cracks up laughing.

Mr Virginity

Author: MourningDawn

Summary: AU. Derek Hale has a reputation, one that has been built through out high-school. He's the captain of the basket ball team and he's the most popular guy in school. But Derek is also know for going after any virgins at his school which he is how he gets the nick name "Mr. Virginity". To Derek it's fun crossing names off the list as he helps usher in the virgins into the world of sex. It's nearing the end of his senior year and there is just one last person still holding on to their virginity. Their is a reason why Derek left nerdy, hipster, social award, star wars loving Stiles Stilinski for last.

Mouthy, Mouthy

Author: colferstilinski

Summary: Derek raggedly ruts up, still chasing. Still coming. Eyes that have been clamped shut blinks blearily as he tries to finally look down at the swollen gland, and yep. That’s a knot. Definitely his knot.

Closer

Author: lavieboheme0919

Summary: Stiles is a prostitute at an all-male brothel disguised as an exclusive club. He caters specifically to those with a BDSM kink. On the 7th anniversary of the brothel's opening, he entertains a sexy businessman with gorgeous green eyes and dark, black hair who wins 48 hours with him. The two push each other to extremes neither thought possible, but the aftermath may mean that both can heal from what has been done to them.

Just the Tip

Author: Ookamisan

Summary: In which Derek is an Alpha and resembles the wolves from Van Helsing, fucks Stiles on the Hale House lawn and things get weird.

more fics: part 8

[drchristineputnam]

M/M romance recs

Here’s a list of my favourites! Organised by genre, with very broad summaries. All of them have HEA, all the m/m romances are the central ones. 

Names in bold have POC protagonists, names in cursive have disabled protagonists (be it physical disability, mental illness or chronic illness). In series with multiple couples, it’s usually one or more.

Feel free to ask me about triggers for any of them!

Historical:

Soldier’s Scoundrel by Cat Sebastian

Disabled regency war vet aristocrat decides to hang around a self-proclaimed ex-criminal helping those who need help. Said ex-criminal tries not to be charmed, ends up catching feelings instead

The Lawrence Browne Affair by Cat Sebastian

Confidence artist grows a conscience and angers dangerous people, so he needs to pose as a secretary to a scientifically minded, but eccentric Lord. Really beautiful portrayal of people on autistic spectrum and anxiety.

The Ruin of a Rake by Cat Sebastian

Posh and straight-laced gentleman has to help a famous scoundrel aristocrat to restore his image after a raunchy novel supposedly based on his exploits gets published. Contains ridiculous amounts of adorable kittens, tasty pastries and also wonderful portrayal of chronic illnesses

Sins of the Cities by KJ Charles

Trilogy set in victorian London, during the horrible London Fog of 1873. Three wonderful and diverse couples (one is half-indian with dyspraxia, one is non-binary, one was born with partial arm, one is near-sighted), murder mystery, fake mediums, lost earls, intrigue! It’s so good 

Wanted, a Gentleman by KJ Charles

A delightful and frankly hilarious regency romp through British countryside. An unlikely couple of men need to travel to Gretna Green to save a young girl from potentially dangerous marriage. One of the protagonists is a black ex-slave merchant and the book touches upon his experiences (very respectfully!)

Society of Gentlemen by KJ Charles

A Society of gentlemen who like other gentlemen, centered around Lord Richard Vane and his friends and acquitances. Set during the radical uprising during the Regency, it has everything- friendships and families, sedition, intrigue, bookstores and good wine, valets being the mightiest strategists and amazing lovable radicals. This trilogy is honestly my favourite thing EVER.

Think of England by KJ Charles

Wounded during the Boer war, seemingly because of treason and betrayal, Archie Curtis sets off to a countryside mansion to get to the bottom of the matter. Completely unprepared for the task, he teams up with Daniel da Silva, the elegant jewish poet, who is much more capable than he seems. Absolutely delightful <333

HISTORICAL PARANORMAL

Whyborne and Griffin series by Jordan L. Hawk

The adventures of a shy sorcerer linguistic nerd, his detective husband, the most badass lady archeologist (the actual love of my life) and more, as they save the world from otherworldly beings bent on destroying it. Will make you cry about found families, strong and wonderful friendships and broken people finding strength in each other. Has magic, archeology, monsters, reluctant travels, lesbian warrior fishes and the best ginger cat in the world.

Hexworld series by Jordan L. Hawk

Turn of the century New York witch detectives and their familiars must fight to uncover a conspiracy plan to change the world. Really amazing worldbuilding, the magic system is very cool and it will make you furious about the treatment of familiars. The familiars are, generally speaking, fucking hilarious.

A Charm of Magpies by KJ Charles

Filthy-mouthed dominant earl falls in love with a stubborn and heroic wizard, together they create magic. A lot of people want that magic though, and it gets ugly. First KJ book I’ve ever read and I fell in love instantly. Has two more books set in the same universe with different protagonists and those are also amazing. (Rag and Bone is the one with black protagonist)

A Death by Silver by Melissa Scott and Amy Griswold

University-era friends need to figure out their confused emotions, while investigating a murder that brings out bad memories. Very good and soft, with even a better sequel

Downtime by Tamara Allen

When in London for a case, FBI agent gets sent back in time to Victorian London. While there, he finds out magic is real. Decides that since he’s there anyway, might as well investigate who Jack the Ripper was. Very sweet and soft

Restless Spirits by Jordan L. Hawk

A medium and a scientist bent on proving said medium to be a fraud get chosen to be in a contest to prove which side is better. They end up having to team up to save lives of people around.

The Secret Casebook of Simon Feximal by KJ Charles

Journalist and writer Robert Caldwell has been a close friend and lover of ghost hunter Simon Feximal for years and has been chronicling their adventures. Now, he finally writes the true story of their life together. Warning: this book will absolutely ruin you for years to come. You will be a mess whenever you think of the book and you will enjoy every second of it.

Green Men by KJ Charles

Set in the world of The Secret Casebook of Simon Feximal. Only few years after WW1, Britain is still recovering from the war. Having lost an entire generation of youth and most of the sorcerers the country had, those left are completely unprepared for what’s to come. Wonderful characters, the softest romance I’ve read possibly ever and beautifully melancholic. Best KJ book, in my opinion.

CONTEMPORARY

Shadow of the Templar by M. Chandler

FBI agent and his team are tasked with catching a famous international art thief, they end up kinda sorta accidentally adopting him instead. One of the funniest series I’ve ever read, honestly.

Cut&Run by Abigail Roux and Madeleine Urban

The incredible adventures on an unlikely pair of FBI agents go from enemies to lovers. Includes serial killers, undercover luxury yacht trips, tiger trafficking, drugs, marine buddies and one of the genuinely best character developments I’ve read. Warning, the first book is a bit shit. The rest is absolutely incredible though.

The General and the Horse-lord by Sarah Black

Retired ex-military lovers need to figure out what to do with their relationship, now that they’re civillians. A soft look at older gay people still figuring out their sexuality.

The Foxhole Court by Nora Sakavic

Neil Josten is on the run from his mafia murderous father and gets signed up for a professional college sports team, while people are still after him. It’s a really powerful emotional journey, but contains a large amount of a very triggering content, so be safe please.

 CONTEMPORARY PARANORMAL

THIRDS series by Charlie Cochet

FBI like team consisting of shifters and their partners must investigate conspiracy and threats against the new shifter population. Ridiculously hilarious at times, absolutely heartbreaking at other.

Deep Magic by Gillian St. Kevern

A story steeped in welsh folklore, with beautiful mermaid princes and knights who will save them. Shows the power stories have to change our lives. Plus it’s free so what are you waiting for?

Psycop series by Jordan Castillo Price

A medium detective and his partner investigate a series of supernatural crimes. People are horrible, corporations are horrible, ghosts are horrible and lbr, everything is kinda horrible, but it gets better.

Wriggle and Sparkle by Megan Derr

The adventures of Lynn the Kraken shifter and Anderson the unicorn shifters, their detective careers, and their life together. Honestly adorable. And when I say adorable, I mean sparkles-on-rainbow-filled-cupcake kind of adorable. Also, Lynn’s gender-presentation is fluid and it’s absolutely wonderful.

FANTASY

Captive Prince by C.S. Pacat

Prince gets betrayed and sent as a slave to his sworn enemy, they end up working together to save their countries and fall in love. The best enemies to lovers example. Has amazing and complex politics, unreliable narrator and great worldbuilding. You’ve probably already heard of this book, but if you’re worried about triggers, please ask someone who actually read it, because there’s a lot of misinformation flying around.

Nightrunner series by Lynn Flewelling

The fantasy series of your dreams. There is ancient evil being revived, war is coming, everyone is bisexual and the kingdom is ruled by an ancient line of warrior queens. Everyone is wonderful and charming, characters are complex and the story will make you laugh and cry.

The God Eaters by Jesse Hajicek

Western-style world, where gods are reborn as humans, and one of them tried to control the whole world. It doesn’t go exactly as he planned.

Lord of the White Hell by Ginn Hale

Teenage genius inventor gets accepted to a prestigious boarding school in enemy territory. His room-mate might be demon-possesed and there’s some evil magic lurking around.

Champion of the Scarlet Wolf by Ginn Hale

Somewhat sequel to Lord of the White Hell. Disgraced noble travels to a faraway country, where he saves an injured dog. Turns out the dog isn’t just a dog, magic is everywhere around them and there’s a witch war coming.

Fairytales Slashed vol. 1 by Megan Derr

A collection of gay fairy tales. All kinds of stories with all kinds of characters (my favourite one is the one with the jester <333)

Dance with the Devil by Megan Derr

Adventures of half-ghost detective, his demon husband, imp partner, witch colleague and a vampire. Really cute and intriguing, with mysteries and conspiracies.

Dance in the Dark by Megan Derr

Set in the same universe as Dance with the Devil (there’s an entire series). Human son of a dracula becomes a detective, moves out to the city to help others, and gains a lover who only visits him in the dark.

The Rapier Brothers by Megan Derr

A collection of short stories centered around swordsmen. Three different couples, three really cute stories. Love it.

[schizophrenic-angel]

The pizza men

Dean crawled backward in the seat, propped up on his elbows. Cas followed him in, awkwardly clambering into the seat, having to open the door again when he realized that he'd accidentally shut his coat in it. Dean wondered why he never seemed to take that damn thing off. The door finally closed with a loud slam, causing Dean to flinch out of his reverie. His heart was pounding, his hands were shaking and sweating. He hadn't been this nervous since Valory Gellecki in the 8th grade... that was the first time anyone had ever touched him like this. It felt the same as back then; awkward, scary, utterly uncharted territory. This was actually worse, because he knew Cas. They had been friends for what felt like forever, Dean even considered him to be something of a brother. He barely knew Valory, so it was easy to let her violate him 6 ways from Sunday, but this was Cas. What if he didn't like it? What if it made things weird? What if it ruined everything?

Cas righted himself and began to crawl over Dean, causing his thoughts to flee, drowned out by the sound of his own blood rushing in his ears. Cas nudged Dean's knees with his own, coaxing his legs open a bit. He rested one foot on the floor and braced the other against the ash tray. Cas felt warm, heat seemed to radiate off of him though they were at that point barely touching. His face looked serine, completely calm, though he nawed absently on his lower lip; a quirk Dean knew he only did when he was nervous.

"Cas, maybe... maybe we shouldn't..." Dean trailed off as Cas leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. Butterflies flooded his stomach with the delicate gesture, and his face immediately felt hot. The blood in his ears surged with purpose. Though he already knew he liked kissing Cas, Dean couldn't help but be surprised how quickly he was effected, even by such a gentle kiss. Perhaps it was the context of the situation; the wind and rain beating against the windows of the impala, the dark, secluded shroud of trees somewhere off highway 99... the sheer fact that they were truly, utterly alone. They didn't have to be quiet, they didn't have to be cautious... They could just be. He accepted and returned Cas's kiss, encouraging it to intensify. He was almost relieved when Cas's breath began to quicken. Bit by delicate bit Cas encouraged Dean's mouth open, and he felt Cas smile when Dean's breath began to tremble. His hands groped awkwardly at everything and anything that wasn't Cas, as if he was afraid to touch him. Cas didn't coach, he knew his awkward, newbile little mate would eventually figure it out.

"Cas..." Dean broke away to catch a breath, but Cas turned his attention to the crook of Dean's neck. The stubble felt scratchy under his chin, but it caused a wave of goosebumps to rise in a wave down his body. Deans whole body tensed against a wave of heat, and he tried to strain away from the alien sensation, but for his refusal to touch Cas the gesture must have felt like appreciation. Cas made an aborted moaning sound, and rutted his body hard against Dean, striking a visceral chord of pleasure. "Oh god, Cas!" He gasped, trying desperately to pull himself away, but he had nowhere to go. He was sure that with a little more effort, he would force himself through the seat and onto the cold pavement. Perhaps the cold might cool his skin... maybe it would kill this throbbing erection he wished he couldn't explain. Before Dean could think, Cas rolled his body again rubbing himself with mind-blowing accuracy against the sensitive head of Dean's manhood. It was so intense Dean almost forgot that both of them were still fully clothed. "Ah--ahhh!" Dean yelped in response, finally breaking his stubborn resolve and clutching onto Cas' trench coat. God, wasn't he burning up? How was He constantly wearing so much clothing? Fuck, can't he take it off?

His mind reeled with fever. His fingers clutched tighter into the trench coat, finally pressing his hands against Cas' rib cage. He could feel Cas's heart pounding through two layers of clothing, his fingers pressing down he could feel the ripping muscle, surprisingly hard and prevalent under his scarred, year-worn skin. Cas rolled his body again, pulling another winded gasp from his Dean's lips, then he pulled away. For a moment, Dean was in awe; paralyzed by the sheer presence of Cas. His eyes were glossy, burning a shade of blue that Dean didn't even know existed. He seemed to be eminating this light, an indescribable warmth and energy that seemed to feed the butterflies that roared in his stomach. He couldn't move, he couldn't process his own fear when Cas sat up on his knees and made quick work of Dean's belt.

"Cas... Cas wait!" Dean gasped. His stomach turned when the button on his jeans was pulled gently open. Oh no, this had to stop. This was just so...good. This was so wrong, and vile, how could something so unnatural feel so good? "Cas, stop." He thought that would do it, he never knew Cas to ignore a request. But instead Cas leaned down and kissed Dean again, harder and with more fervour than before. Dean tried to push Cas away, but he was unsurprisingly not strong enough. Seeming to like the way Dean gasped when his neck was kissed, Cas dragged his mouth sloppily to the crook of Dean's neck and nipped. At the same time he dragged a hand down Dean's belly and down the open gate of his jeans, brazenly grabbing his cock without hesitation.

"Cas!" Dean nearly screamed.

"Dean... " Cas's raspy voice groaned in his ear. Dean's legs stiffened, had Cas not barely begun, Dean would have sworn he came right then and there. But then Cas dragged his hand in a tight circle down his shaft. Oh god, if this wasn't coming, then he definitely was not going to last long.

"Ah-ahh! Cas! Oh fuck!" Was he always this loud? His hands started tugging at Cas's shirt, pulling it from its forever tucked and buttoned position, ripping it open and running his hands across the hot, damp skin. Cas only shuddered in response and kept up his tight stroking, sliding on the slick sweat.

Dean could barely think around the sensation, he knew only Cas's name and the visceral pleasure that was causing his legs to spasm.

"Oh, Cas stop!" Dean plead uselessly. "I'm gonna... I'm gonna come!"

"Come for me." Cas didn't even sound like himself; his voice seemed thick with lust, raspier, even lower than usual.

"Fuck, Cas! Oh god!" He could feel himself slipping over the edge of ecstasy, he closed his eyes as his body surged upward, his hips now involuntarily mimicking the angels strokes.

"Come for me, Dean." Cas's husky voice whispered, his hot breath making Dean's ear feel damp and tickly. Dean's whole body stiffened, his back arched and he threw his head back, crying out an unintelligible obscenity. In his entire adult life he'd never felt anything like that; he wasn't sure he could still feel his legs. More jarring still, Dean glanced down in time to see Cas staring down at his own hand with almost a look of fascination, as a very telling white dripped from his palm.

"Oh my god, Cas..." Dean sighed. He tried to sit up, but his arms wobbled.

"Don't say that." Cas growled, but his face immediately softened.

"Right, sorry." Dean grumbled. He supposed it was weird, when you affiliate God with your actual father, crying out 'oh god' was probably not the most stimulating thing in the world.

"Did... did you like it?" Cas asked, suddenly reverting to his dead-pan rasp. Dean was dumbfounded for a moment.

"Well... I thought that was petty obvious. I came in, like, a minute..." Dean could feel the blood rush into his face. There was a stagnant moment of silence between them, wherein Cas looked around the car as though he'd never been in there before. "Did... did you enjoy it, Cas?" Cas met his gaze, looking perturbed.

"Of course." He smirked a little. "Why would you ask?" Dean's face flamed. He couldn't believe he was embarrassed to talk about this... it certainly wasn't because he was ashamed of his sexuality. Maybe it was because that was probably the kinkiest thing he'd done in a long time ...or that he was already thinking of ways to do it again and make it even kinkier.

"You're... uhm... I mean you're... you're not even hard..." Cas glanced down at himself, seeming almost surprised.

"I was... I was focused on you." He met Dean's gaze steadily. "I wanted to... make you come."

"Okay wow." Dean squeaked. He tried to sit up, but Cas put his hand on Dean's chest to keep him down. Cas grinned, making Dean's stomach twist all over again.

"Why are you blushing?" Cas looked positively deviant.

"I'm, I'm not." Dean muttered dumbly. Cas chuckled, raking his eyes over Dean's body with what could only be described as a hungry expression. Dean realized with a thrilling kind of fear, that maybe he needed to be careful what he wished for. A quick glance down at Cas' waist confirmed his theory. He was getting hard. Better late than never.

"Have I embarrassed you?" Cas bent down over Dean again, pressing him down until the seat by his shoulders. Dean swallowed a lump that had suddenly formed in his throat, caused, he thought, by the burning lust in Cas' ocean blue eyes.

"No...I..." Dean sputtered again. His words halted in his throat when he realized that Cas was palming at his cock through his slacks, subtly grinding into the same hand that Dean had just ejaculated into... was it weird that watching Cas start to pleasure himself was turning Dean on all over again? Could he even handle a second round? "Holy fuck, Cas..."

Cas' response nearly killed Dean; he didn't say anything at all... he moaned. Cas dropped down, placing almost all of his weight onto Dean, who was surprised by how heavy Cas actually was. Maybe he wasn't the lythe little nerd Dean had come to percieve. He was all hard muscle and pointy angles and scruff; scruff that was nuzzling into Dean's neck again, but instead of kissing, he was nipping, borderline biting the hollow under Dean's jaw, soothing away the slight sting with ragged, restrained breaths. "Dean...uh" Cas moaned again, drawing a desperate repeat of "Oh fuck," from Dean, who was suddenly aching to get Cas off. He suddenly needed that angels orgasm like he needed air in his lungs. He tried to reach for Cas' dick, eager to jerk him off, but Cas' hand snapped out and pinned Dean's hand to the seat.

"No. Down." Cas practically snarled. He returned his hand to it's work, forcing Dean to simply watch in awe as Cas liberated his surprisingly large cock from his slacks, and began furiously jerking it. He immediately started grunting and gasping, rocking his hips impulsively to the rythmn of his hand. "Oh... Dean, oh... I want you. I want you to fuck me, Dean."

"Cas, I wanna-" Dean reached for Cas again, but his hand was forced away.

"I said DOWN" Cas' body was beginning to tremble furiously, foreboding his climax was near. It was torture for Dean to have to lay there and not get to be a part of what was about to happen. He secretly cursed himself for having such a weak constitution that he came so quickly. Cas was practically an athlete. Still, he had to do something. He reached up again, running one hand across Cas's bare chest, the other wrapped up around his neck, forcing their mouths together in a gasping, passionate kiss. Dean rodded his tongue into Cas's mouth, dragging his teeth along the angels bottom lip. Cas liked it rough, Dean realized, so he knotted his hand into the angels sweat-slick hair and yanked his head back, grinning victoriously when Cas cried out in pleasure.

"Do you want it hard?" Dean asked darkly. Cas couldn't reply, his breath was ripping in and out in uninteligable gasps of enochian and Aramaic. He was getting close. "Are you gonna come for me? Are you gonna fuck yourself until you come on me? Bad boy!" Dean was on a roll now. Every word seemed to drive his stubborn lover closer and closer to the edge. "Bad boy! Fuck me, angel! Fuck me!" Dean cried. The ecstasy in his voice was only partly theatrical... if Cas kept on like this much longer Dean was going to NEED a round two.

"Oh... oh Dean!" Cas cried out. This was it.

"Come on, Cas! Come!" As if a yeild to Dean's command, Cas's body tensed and shuddered. He called out a final "Yes, Dean! Fuck! Yes!" At the same time, Dean felt a fast spurt of wetness on his lower belly. It was surprisingly euphoric, he thought, feeling Cas come all over him like that. He could only imagine what it would feel like for Cas to come inside him.

Cas's body went slack, and he dropped all of his weight onto Dean's chest. They lay there silent for a moment, the only sound above the wind and rain was their ragged breathing, which over time began to slow. After a while, Dean began to play with the spiky top of Cas's hair, smiling fondly to himself.

"I don't think I've ever heard you swear before." Dean chuckled softly.

"I swear all the time, Dean. I learned it from you." Cas answered.

"I've never heard you say 'fuck' before." Dean corrected.

"Its a complex word." Cas mused. "Fuck off. Fuck it. Fuck this, fuck that. Fuck you, fuck me. They all mean something different by context." Dean laughed aloud this time, almost proud.

"They grow up so fast." He joked. Cas smiled. There was a short pause between them. "Do you think we should head back? Sam might be wondering where we are..."

"Perhaps we should actually get pizza. Sam may notice if we return without dinner we said we were going to get." Cas suggested. Dean laughed again.

"Good point."

[mahalidael]

Heart Attack #1: It’s Over, Romeo! I Have the High Ground

Content warning: Swearing, injury, brief mentions of sexual content.

What if you could share a body with your soulmate? Sounds like a fun story, but for Kanon and Stephanie, it's reality--a painfully awkward reality, especially because they hate each other and now they have to fight crime.

It all started when I broke Stephanie Lemaire’s wrist in study hall.

When I moved to Kansas, I noticed there were a lot of jocks, a lot of girls, and an overwhelming number of jock girls at my school. At the time, I had no idea why there were so many, I was just afraid to talk to them—and for some reason they liked congregating in Ms. Parker’s classroom.

Security during study hall was lax. A lot of people just wandered around in the hallway convening with friends. I think I was the only person who actually studied, no matter how much the flock of capes distracted me.

I don’t know exactly why they went to Ms. Parker’s room—maybe it was just convenient, but more likely is that people gravitated to Stephanie.

Stephanie had a surprising silhouette for a Kansas girl. She was about fifteen when I met her and her shoulders had already broadened out. She had firm features and a really butch way of dressing—I bet she would have looked like a football player if she cut her Dolly Parton curls, but she didn’t. She was also dumb as a box of hammers.

Never had one girl been blamed for so much. Every time I heard something about her, it was an answer to a question. “Why doesn’t the cafeteria have barbecue sauce packets any more?” “Stephanie was hoarding them.” “Why can’t we use duct tape on school grounds?” “Stephanie taped some kid to the closet door.”

I didn’t actually talk to her that much. Sometimes she would push me out of the way in the locker room, and for a while it was a game for the capes to bop all the short kids over the head in the hallway, but no real talking.

Usually when Stephanie’s meat ocean appeared, I was an easy target. I was fairly small, my hair was just coming in pink at the roots, and I only ever wore sweaters. On top of everything else, I’ve got a heart condition, and periodically turning purple if you over-exert yourself isn’t a recipe for popularity. So most of the time I’d get paper tossed at me, or somebody would make a Super Saiyan joke. Most of the time.

But a little more information, and keep in mind I didn’t know any of this shit at the time, but I heard all of this from Stephanie later on:

The high school capes aren’t an official club, because the school’s not allowed to sanction heroism, but they might as well be. They get together on Sunday afternoons and train their asses off preparing for the day that they too will get to fistfight a clown in a dark alley.

So that’s the set dressing. The conflict is the lacrosse team.

There are two kinds of jock in my high school: lacrosse jock and cape jock. The lacrosse team is mostly supers, so it’s only inevitable that they would feud, and today it had manifested in the form of an arm wrestling tournament in the middle of the room.

I didn’t hear the first part of the conversation, but apparently one of the greasier lacrosse players had challenged one of the capes and now it was just coming together. Winner of the last round got to pick the next challenger, and so it went.

These fights never last, and eventually it was less of a “what sports team is better” contest and more of a “supers are better than capes” contest. It was like Injustice: Gods Among Us but shittier.

I didn’t want to be pulled in, but it was one of those things that were so stupid you just couldn’t look away. The most surprising thing was that Stephanie won three rounds in a row, against three increasingly big lacrosse players. I knew that capes weren’t slouches, but holy shit.

It went downhill when they tied. “We need a tie-breaker,” greasy boy declared.

Stephanie was leaning back in her chair, sweating and red in the face. “I heard you the first time, asslamp; there’s no need to yell. Okay, are there any supers who haven’t gone?” She said, and then took a long drink of the bottle of Gatorade on her desk. I turned away and pretended to cough so it wouldn’t look like I was making eyes at her.

Of course, that act of repressed lesbianism was my undoing. As if cued, everyone simultaneously noticed me. Asslamp said: “Hey, nerd!”

“I—yes?” I sputtered.

“Are you a super?”

“Yes,” I said, before I could stop myself.

The capes erupted into laughter, and the supers groaned. I felt my face heat up. “I’m not gonna wrestle that,” Stephanie giggled.

And I thought “wow… now I’m obligated to kick her ass.”

I stood up, and I walked as confidently as I could towards an arm wrestling match with a girl twice my size, which wasn’t very. Honestly, I wouldn’t have passed a field sobriety test. I sat down and looked her dead in the eye. Everyone else was whooping like idiots.

She put her elbow on the table. “You ready to lose?”

I laughed nervously as I did the same. “No.”

“Wrong hand, short-ass.”

“I’m left-handed, is that a problem?”

Stephanie shrugged and put her left hand in mine. “Only if you make it a problem.”

Asslamp refereed. “Are you ready? On your marks…”

Everyone in the room was yelling now.

“Get set…”

I squeezed her hand a little harder.

“Go!”

…I wish I had something interesting to say about the ten seconds or so that I actually arm wrestled Stephanie, but really I was just internally screaming. Mostly because I was wilting quickly, and my arm was almost touching the desk, but also because I could not stop pumping myself up to kick her ass.

After all, how could I her beat me? She was so stupid, so arrogant, so blonde, so fucking cu—

And that’s when her arm hit the desk, hard. I could have sworn I heard a snapping sound, but it was lost in the sound of the supers cheering like wild animals. Eventually it subsided when people started noticing that Stephanie was both holding her arm to her chest and screaming bloody murder at me.

“What the fuck did you do to my wrist?!” Sure enough, it was bent strangely, in a way that wasn’t present before we arm wrestled.

Shit. Fuck. Shit fuck. “I’m sorry! It was an accident!”

The apology didn’t stop Stephanie from grabbing me by my sweater. “Son of a bitch, dude, fucking warn me! You know how much trouble we’re gonna get in now? If I get suspended one more time, I’m fucked!”

...Is what I think she said. Her voice sounded really far away for some reason, and all I could hear was a loud electric whine.

And then I apologized, and I apologized, and I said “I didn’t know I could do that,” and then I woke up in the hospital.

Smooth.

I got off easy with the school due to the medical scare. Apparently Stephanie’s parents didn’t sue because this kind of thing happens a lot, and it was a minor fracture. The doctor still made her wear a cast, though, which she made a point of flipping me off with a couple of times.

More confusing was where that sudden burst of strength had come from, and how quickly it had left. Best I could figure was that it was triggered by high stress, but trying to replicate the scenario produced nothing.

Maybe an outside factor had set it off, but aside from the actual arm wrestling, there didn’t seem to be anything unusual…

And then I had that thought that only teenagers and fraternity brothers can have:

Was I—was I being too gay?

I figured, no… it couldn’t be that. I mean, I’d accidentally jacked it to the thought of my first grade teacher once, but that didn’t cause any super-powered fireworks. Besides, whatever creamy feelings I might have had for Stephanie were killed after she made a habit of chucking orange juice cartons at me at lunch.

But I couldn’t be sure—until a few months later, on a biology field trip.

When field trip buddies were announced, we didn’t say anything on the bus, we didn’t say anything in the field trip line, and we didn’t say anything until halfway through the day when our group stopped for lunch. We were required to remain within twenty feet of each other, but otherwise we were completely ignoring each other.

I was like, holding a thing of yogurt, and then Stephanie sat down next to me, and she fished a bag of protein powder (?) out of her varsity jacket, and absolutely nothing else. She swallowed down the whole packet, then walked off towards the bathroom like it was nobody’s business.

Now, my dumb ass was still in that good Asian schoolgirl mentality, and field trip buddy rules said that Stephanie walking to the bathroom was absolutely my business. I jettisoned my yogurt and took off after her.

To give you an idea of what happened: the Kansas City aquarium has a cafeteria. Off that cafeteria, there’s a straight, darkened hallway. At the start of that hallway, there’s a ladies’ room—a ladies’ room that Stephanie was now breezing past, into the shadows.

You what fucking sucks about tall people? They can just strut off wherever they want, and us normal-sized people have to run behind them like idiots.

“Hey, wait!” I shouted as quietly as I could, to avoid getting myself in trouble.

By some miracle, Stephanie didn’t ignore me, but instead turned on her heel and faced me in the darkness, features set. “What?”

“Um…” She glared down at me. “Did you, like, forget your lunch, or…”

“That was my lunch,” she said in the same tone you would say something like “this town ain’t big enough for the two of us.”

“Oh.” Stephanie’s glare was sharp enough to cut glass. “I can buy you a banana or—”

She thrust her right hand towards me, as if asking for a handshake. I blinked. “Go on,” she said.

I carefully shook her hand, not sure what she wanted. She brought her left to her face in a gesture of frustration. “Don’t be stupid!”

“I’m sorry, I really don’t know what you want.”

Stephanie huffed. “If you wanna break my other wrist so bad, you might as well do it!”

Aw, man, this again. “I’m not here to break your wrist, I’m here because you’re wandering off into the unknown!”

She leaned into the wall, crossing her arms and looking at me like I was the densest girl she’d ever met. There was no light in the hallway, and the light of the cafeteria was very soft on her face. “It’s not ‘the unknown’ if I know what’s at the end of it. The tour isn’t going through this wing, but it’s still open.”

“Then dick around on your own time! We’re gonna get in trouble again.”

Stephanie puffed her chest out indignantly and planted her feet. “Okay. Go on. Go ahead and stop me.”

I took her hand and pulled hard as I could. Stephanie smiled, barely swaying. I went around to her side and tried pushing her back towards the cafeteria, leaning my whole weight into it, but she didn’t budge at all. All I accomplished was making myself aware that I was half her size.

“Where’d that arm wrestling strength go?” she said when I had finally given up, wheezing a little bit. I hoped I wouldn’t pass out again.

“Shut up.”

“We’ve got twenty minutes. You can’t stop me, so either you go back and get in trouble, or you see something cool and get in trouble. I mean, you’re screwed no matter what happens.”

I weighed my options. Maybe it was the super curiosity in me, but I really wanted to see what was at the end of that dark hallway. And Stephanie was dumb, but she was right. My biology teacher hated me, and if I went back and told her I would still get in trouble.

I took a deep breath. “Five minutes, then we’re gonna try slipping back into the cafeteria.”

“What makes you think you can drive a bargain with me?”

“If I remember anything from that time I broke your wrist, it’s that you care about getting in trouble.”

Stephanie’s expression seemed to do a little dance of panic and anger before getting schooled. “Whatever. Five minutes is good. Come on, follow me.”

She kept a firm hand on my shoulder, and her face was still very neutral, but she held onto me like she was scared I was gonna run off or try to break her arm again.

As we walked down the hallway, my eyes adjusted to the darkness, and I could see we were approaching a pair of doors at the end. They were painted black, and looking at them I thought it was a place that I wouldn’t be allowed to enter.

“There’s a reason,” Stephanie said when she reached the doors, “why this hallway is so dark, and it’s not because it’s closed.” She grinned at me. “You ready?”

“Ready enough.”

“Watch this.” She opened the door just a crack, and I saw a soft purple light in the darkness.

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[alsklingwille]

skam fic rec masterpost

here’s a huge fic rec list of some fics that i have read and am currently reading and im in love with

big thanks to fic writers! yall are amazing and so important to the fandom <3

(ps i’m so sorry i had to shorten up the summaries on some of them so it wouldnt be too long!!)

(pps i update this very frequently as i read so feel free to come back from time to time to look for any new fics!)

make sure you read the trigger warnings for some fics as they can get angsty! 

okay here we go :) happy reading <3

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finished works

whose world is this (1k) - withoutwords

It’s the same Isak who does his own laundry, and cooks his own dinner, and calls his dad for money. But now he kisses boys.

love me harder (1k) - tech_ftw

In which accidentally being added to a group text has unexpected consequences. Like falling in love.

puppy love (1k) - radiantarrow 

Even and Isak move in together, talk about adopting a puppy, and are in love.

tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow (2k) - withoutwords

The walk back to school is long. Strangers and students and friends all staring, like he has it printed big and bold across his forehead. Homo. Home Wrecker. Loser.

sweet (2k) - lisforlove

Isak is drunk and needy.

comacrescendo (2k) - stormboxx

His ears are ringing. Feels the taste of blood in his mouth. There’s hatred in his thoughts, and a nuclear bomb in his chest.

you're intertwining your soul with somebody else (2k)- cosetties 

Isak's roommate is probably homophobic, or whatever, but that doesn't stop his crush from forming.

(Not so) Public Displays of Affection (2k) - radiantarrow 

Five times Isak was comfortable with PDA around his friends, and the one time he was comfortable with it in public.

Ring On It (2k) - TotallyTinkerbell 

Isak's room is the biggest mystery of the kollektiv, and only the guys that Isak hooks up with from time to time, get to see it. Needless to say, Even is jealous.

hearts don’t break around here (3k) - LostInAdmiration

Eskild’s POV of Isak and Even’s relationship. 

love and other stories (3k) - littlemovie

Isak accidentally falls in love over Snapchat and he doesn’t regret it.

i can’t handle no liquor (3k) -  boxesofflowers, Eeyoreneedsahug

Isak trying to stay sober with Even goes wrong. Even is a caring and supportive boyfriend.

Would You Mind Closing The Bedroom Door? (3k) - allyasavedtheday 

The boy falters in the threshold, eyes widening when they land on Even. “Oh fuck- sorry! Eva didn’t say anyone was home.” Ah. No wonder she was up late last night. Even can’t really fault her taste – the boy is beautiful.

and now my heart is ready (3k) - verlore_poplap 

Isak's only eighteen, Even proposes a lot, everybody cries and - surprisingly - no one makes a joke about Isak being a teenage bride.

lazy saturdays and eskimo kisses (4k) - givemesumaurgravy

Even spends the weekend with Isak being cute and getting up to some shenanigans. 

baby, look what you've done to me (5k) - aestheticzjm 

The one in which even is a penetrator and isak really isn't impressed. (Part 1 of series)

I get by (with a little help from my friends) (5k) - diamondjacket

Four times Isak’s friends were way too invested in his sex life, and one time they regretted it.

effortless (5k) - BraveKate

pov of even’s new director’s assistant (set in the future)

strange encounters (6k) - midnightsurge

Isak and Even are students at the University of Oslo. They meet under strange circumstances and it’s all Eskild’s fault.

Serve You Long (6k) - eiqhties 

Sana would be the first to admit that recently it’s all been starting to get to her. It’s how she ended up visiting Isak and Even in their new flat in the first place; finally giving in to Isak’s increasingly desperate pleas for her to revise with him.

Inbox: (1) New Email (6k) - eiqhties 

A story about falling back in love, one tweet, instagram post and email at a time

if i could i would feel nothing (7k) - prettylies

When Chris hooks up with another girl at a party, Isak gets even. Literally. He sleeps with Chris’ sworn enemy, Even.

wrong number (7k) - IsakEven

Isak wants to text Jonas but he accidentally texts Even.

loving isak (7k) -  Tintinnabulation_of_the_Bells

Five of the people who grow to love Isak Valtersen, and one who’s loved him all along.

that’s one way to come out (8k) -  Bellakitse

Isak is upset about the rumors surrounding his sexuality, courtesy of Emma, so the boys take him to a Bakka party. Isak meets Even in the kitchen.

true or false (9k) - iriswests

7 moments between Isak and Even, ranging from the ages of four and six to the ages of seventeen and nineteen, respectively. (childhood best friends AU)

possibly (maybe) i’m falling for you (10K) - boxesofflowers, Eeyoreneedsahug, safficwriter

Even tries to get Isak to smile with coffee. Every time he buys Isak coffee, he becomes more determined to find the perfect drink (and falls in love along the way).

don’t you keep it all to yourself (10k) - colazitron

An AU in which Even didn’t need to repeat his last year and instead started working at the coffeeshop Isak passes on his way to school every morning.

Something Borrowed, Something Blue (10k)- BluebeardsWife 

Fake dating AU, you know the drill. Even hires Isak to pretend to be his boyfriend at his ex’s wedding.

those flowers on your head (11k) - whitehall

the one where Isak Valtersen is the first known male veela and Even’s already doomed from the start

you're the shit and i'm knee-deep in it (11k) - cosetties 

After Even has already rejected him once, after Isak is aware of Even's reputation for meaningless one-night stands, the last thing Isak should be doing is sleeping with the guy. But it keeps happening, and there's no way Isak is getting out of this with his heart intact.

ground me (13k) -  Bellakitse

Isak gets a job at a cafe and meets a barista who’s beauty blows Isak away. (coffeeshop AU)

love is what it takes to live (14k) - sargentblue *mpreg*

isak and even's journey through pregnancy

get rid of her (14k) - cuteandtwisted

Even still transfers to Nissen in his third year, but Isak and Even get introduced through their parents. (friends to lovers AU)

Membership Dues (15k) - Sabeley 

Isak is pledging Even's fraternity. Even keeps having to be reminded that he's not allowed to date the pledges. "It's a ten-week pledge period. How hard could it be?" Famous last words.

Never Have I Ever (15k) - Sabeley 

The one where Isak and Even are roommates who make out on occasion (in a completely platonic way, of course).

take my hand, take my whole life too (16k) - moonlightss 

Isak needs another drink or two but his way into the kitchen is blocked by two people. He's about to squeeze through between them when he hears his name in the conversation. He knows the voice. "Isak Valtersen?" Even snorts, shaking his head. "He's the most arrogant asshole I've ever met." Isak holds his head up raising his eyebrows, then he taps on Even's shoulder. "Excuse me," he forces a smile when Even looks at him, "This arrogant asshole would like to get another drink." Even clenches his jaw and steps away, letting Isak through.

sideways and slantways (17k) - iriswests

Isak gets stuck in an elevator with the one person he’s vowed never to speak to again. 

would it be a sin if i can’t help falling in love with you? (18k) - cosetties

isak uses even as an excuse to not date emma (fake relationship AU)

will you share your soul with me? (18k) - hippopotamus 

There’s a school camping trip at the beginning of Isak’s second year. He’s not sure why he agrees to go, especially when he remembers how difficult it is for him to sleep anywhere that isn’t his own bed. It turns out he’s not the only insomniac on the trip.

poppin’ pills is all we know (19k) - tomlinsoln

au in which Even comes into the bathroom instead of Emma

shut your whore mouth, even. this is not the fault in our stars (20k) - Masterless

even gets sick and shares a room with isak in the hospital

Let Me In (20k) - milk_o_vich

“What are you doing here?” Isak asked, unable to keep the anger out of his voice. Even pressed his lips together, then said, voice hoarse and quiet, “Can I stay here tonight?”

la ritournelle (21k) - franca

Isak and Even are exes. A funeral brings them back together.

making shades of purple (22k) - rumpelsnorcack

His whole life, Isak had known his soulmark was different to those around him.

something sweet (to mend your heart) (22k) - cuteandtwisted 

In which Isak becomes jaded after he gets cheated on and copes using sarcasm and humor. He's determined to end the school year without drama and avoids his ex and all his awful friends at all costs. Well, all of them except maybe half-decent Even Bech Næsheim, who's somehow determined to earn his friendship and fix his heart.

I wanna hold you like you're mine (24k) - giraffingallday

Isak is often nervous and just trying to get through his required semester of Theatre. Emma makes it a little harder until Even comes along and makes it too easy. He might fall in love somewhere along the way. (Fake Relationship AU)

Cabins, Coziness and Conspiracies (24k) - evakuality 

Even. Fucking gorgeous, beautiful, amazing Even. The guy Isak may have had the smallest crush on ever since they met. That’s the guy Isak has to sit in a car with for hours on the way to the cabins they’ve hired for the ski trip. aka, the one where Isak and Even have to share a bed, their friends are strangely obsessed with their lives and things are not exactly as they might appear.

Alright, hold on (24k) - nofeartina

It starts with friendship, and they never meant to add sex to that. It just sort of... happened. or 5 times Isak and Even accidentally have sex and 1 time it isn’t so accidental

you say good morning when it’s midnight (25k)  - Aceteroid

It sucks, when your best friend is on a student exchange at the other end of the world for three months. It sucks even more, when you fall in love with the step-brother of his exchange student.

Somewhere A Clock Is Ticking (25k) - staylucky *Major Character Death*

The Afterlife is not what Isak Valtersen was expecting. He didn’t think he’d die at 18 years old in the first place. Thank Goodness for Jonas, who takes Isak under his (literal) wing, but most of all for fellow spirit and member of ‘Limbo Land’ Even Bech Naesheim, a beautiful boy with a past of his own. 

Is this a lasting treasure? Or just a moment’s pleasure? (25k) - Amfelia 

Isak hooks up with a stranger at a party, but runs away before he learns their name or gets a number. He is not out yet, and is nervous about anyone finding out.

wake up! (26k) - cuteandtwisted

Even can’t stop having dreams about this strange boy. He’s never seen him before. But why does it feel like he’s the only person that ever mattered? 

i guess that's destiny doing it right (26k) - allyasavedtheday

Even originally went to Nissen and became friends with Isak and Jonas, but moved away after his episode at the end of first year, only for Isak to never hear from him again. Fastforward to the summer before Isak starts college when he’s travelling  and bumps into a certain someone in Barcelona.

The Afternoon (27k) - MannaMarianna 

Even is forty and married with kids when he gets invited to Magnus' wedding. The joyful meeting of old friends quickly turns into something else, something that threatens to turn his life, and many others', upside down. Growing up doesn't always make people better at relationships; they are always messy.

Doctor Patient Confidentiality (30k)- skambition 

AU where Isak is a doctor and Even comes into the hospital after getting hit by a car.

scene three, take two  (31k) - folerdetdufoler

Isak is 23, a student in the veterinary program at NMBU, and working an internship at a clinic in Kongsvinger. He hasn’t seen Even in three years, but randomly bumps into him on the street when he’s visiting his mom in Oslo.

in better light, everything changes (31k) - TimeInABottle

Isak accidentally texts a stranger (Even) while trying to text Sana.

cut us out in little stars (33k) - allyasavedtheday

An Isak and Even, Romeo and Juliet au

i’m not a baby (33k) - cuteandtwisted

Isak and Even are childhood friends.

love and condoms  (34k) - kassie

Isak owes Eskild a favor and Eskild sends him out to buy condoms where he runs into a tall boy who is a little too eager to help him.

it's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right (34k) - mmxii 

Even suddenly stops and just looks at him for a few seconds. Then he says it. “You’re my best friend, you know. Always have been, always will be.” (childhood best friends AU)

Cathedrals of Light, Salt and Snow (35k) - shoulderbone (lavenderforluck) 

What he wants to say, and cannot bring himself to admit: Before you there was no real me. Only a person pretending to be. Or, alternatively: Isak comes back to face death, and in the meantime, finds rebirth. (Part 1 of series)

Guru Knows Best (36k) - StMisery

Even moves into the apartment across the hall, and Isak's just trying to make it another day without dying of embarrassment.

i would like to get to know you baby (39k) - ourlovelybones 

Isak wakes up to ten texts from Eskild and three missed calls from his manager. He's almost worried someone has died until the screenshot comes in. Even Bech Næsheim had tweeted about him. (!AU in which Even is an internationally famous singer and Isak is an up and coming model he finds on twitter)

i’m not in love (41k) - cuteandtwisted

Even never transferred to Nissen in his third year, so they meet in college instead.  (Uni AU)

What Death Doesn't Touch (41k) - smokeshop

Halfway through Even's third year, he's diagnosed with bipolar disorder. When Isak is 16, Eskild finds him too late outside the bar. They meet in a psychiatric hospital and grow in ways they'd never intended, and decide early on that they don't have to take it all so seriously.

Lost In Reality (42k)- hippopotamus

Penetrator!Even AU where Isak gets involved with Even in his first year, before Even mysteriously disappears.

Built from the Ashes (43k) - Sabeley 

Even and Jonas are roommates who get along a little too well and Isak is not the least bit jealous about it at all (Except he totally is).

and the whole world is empty (45k) - dreamer_of_dreams

The conversations were always stilted and quiet and benignly untrue. The phone calls eventually petered out. So, Even did what he thought was right for Isak. On an ordinary Thursday, eating dinner next to each other on the couch, Even looked up from his bowl of noodles, glanced at the clock ticking 9.21 pm and said, “I think we should break up.”

an equal and opposite reaction (46k) - junkshopdisco 

Meeting each other’s parents doesn’t go well. It doesn’t go badly, either. It just sort of… goes.

Things Look Different in the Morning (46k) - allyasavedtheday

In which Even needs a place to stay, kollektivet gains a new roommate, and Isak just really wants to sleep.

right click > save as (47k) - kittpurrson

Isak, a fic writer in the Minute by Minute fandom, had the world's biggest crush on the fandom's biggest name.

I Have Held You in My Heart (47k) - photographer_of_thoughts

“If one of us finds a proper girlfriend or boyfriend, we stop doing this, okay?” Even had said after the first time it happened, Isak freshly seventeen and lying on Even’s chest. Friends-With-Benefits University AU in which Even makes rules and Isak follows them. They sleep together sometimes - a lot of times - and Isak knows how in love he is. But then Even gets a girlfriend, and everything changes.

such a beautiful mess (48k) - skambition 

Isak works at Kaffebrenneriet to save up some money for a trip with his friends. Normally, working there is chill. Until Isak starts to work together with Even, an arrogant hipster with horrible taste in music, that keeps using the phrase 'sex hair' and is not only judgemental and stupid, but also so hot that Isak sometimes can't breathe around him. Isak hates him. Until he doesn't.

the comments below (48k) - DickAnderton

Isak is a notoriously lazy gamer living with lgbt icon Eskild. They invite youtube sensation Even Bech Naesheim over for a collaboration. (youtube AU)

On call (49k) - MinilocIsland 

Isak knows what he's meant to do in life - surgery. And he can't wait to show everyone that he's good at it. That is, if he'll ever get a goddamn chance. Not getting hindered by ridiculous, charming guys whose main advantage in the operating room simply is the length of their legs. (Hospital AU)

stay a minute (50k) - grinsekaetzchen

In which there is a tumblr fandom that is dying every time new information for 'Romeo and Juliet' drops, Even is a beloved director and Isak - well, Isak would just really appreciate it if his mind would stop surprising him with memories at the worst moments possible.

as i let you in (51k) -  nofeartina

Lord Isak Valtersen becomes a prince-consort. Or the one where Even is a prince and they enter into an arranged marriage in ye olden days.

waiting outside ('til you're ready to go) (52k) - miucrew

An AU where Isak's daughter is an actual little devil that he can't control for the life of him, and his neighbour Even offers a helping hand.

God Only Knows (What I'd Do Without You) (52k) - sundaymournin 

The break up that would never really happen, but imagine if it did. If Even moved to Trondheim for Uni and returned a little over two years later. Imagine what Isak would do, who he would be, and what could've happened but definitely never would've.

Masquerade (53k) - Sabeley 

Isak and Even were best friends before one botched mission tore them apart. When they are assigned to go undercover as newlyweds at an oceanside resort where couples are going missing, can they put their differences aside for long enough to solve the case? And can they fix what’s broken between them before it’s too late?

Don't Fuss Over Me (53k) - everything_else

Isak stood in the bedroom he shared with his boyfriend and looked in the mirror. He was wearing a grey top and dark jeans that hung down off his skinny frame. He wanted to wear a snapback but he knew Halvor wouldn’t let him and he would be home any minute. He looked sullen and he knew that would have to change before it got him into trouble. The door opened and Halvor shouted “Isak, I’ve got the drinks. Let’s go.” Isak took one final look in the mirror, this time trying to smile, and then walked out of the bedroom.

we've made it this far, kid  (56k) - everythingislove (narrylife) 

Isak is just trying to raise his nephew as best he can with the help of his best friends. He doesn't expect to fall for Felix's gorgeous football coach along the way.

Lost Boys (Not Ready To Be Found) (57k)- kittpurrson

Even is a disillusioned media studies student who wishes he hadn’t screwed up his film school applications. Isak is a prickly bioscience student who figured leaving his mother’s house for UiO would magically fix all of his problems.

Blanket Fort Gospel (58k) - Sabeley 

Isak Valtersen met the love of his life when he was eleven years old. It was a truth he had long tried to deny, but it was the truth nevertheless.

that’s not my name (61k) - cuteandtwisted

Isak is an exchange student in new york city where he meets a very forward and bewitching Even. (one night stand AU)

Vivid in Black and White (62k) - Fxckxxp 

In a Hei Briskeby video prank taken too far, Isak meets Even for the first time down on one knee—asking for his hand in marriage.

headed straight for the castle  (62k) - boxesofflowers, Eeyoreneedsahug, safficwriter

Isak is the heir to the throne of one of the most powerful nations in the world, but he would rather be anyone else. After sneaking out one night, he meets a college student that makes him smile for what feels like the first time.

lover of my impossible soul (66k) - shoulderbone (lavenderforluck)

We don't often reveal ourselves, when we don't actually know what there is to reveal yet. Or, alternatively: Isak returns to Oslo, and most importantly, to Even. (Part 2 of series)

how in my silence i adored you (66k) - dahlstrom

In a parallel universe, the rest of the boy squad actually shows up at the first kosegruppa meeting and Isak stays for the love games. Thus, his first interaction with Even is quite different.

light up the dark (68k) - argentae 

Probably the only reason Isak knows Even Bech Næsheim’s name is because Magnus and Vilde and the rest of the world will not shut up about him. But, in the privacy of his own bedroom, there’s no reason to deny that he has a really nice face to look at and that the way his eyes crinkle when he smiles does something funny to Isak’s stomach for a moment. (famous! even AU)

Home Is Wherever I'm With You (75k) - cuteandtwisted 

Isak and Even keep meeting in hostels around the world and parting with a kiss or two.

Expect the Unexpected (80k) - bri_ness

In which Snakesak plays Big Brother.

the weight of us (81k)  -  verlore_poplap

Isak finally takes the plunge towards what’s seemed like an inevitability for almost ten years. Of course that’s when some guy comes along and ruins everything. (Set in the future).

Half Blade and Half Silk (85k) - smokeshop

Isak's friends introduce him to an art student at a college party. He won't stop calling Isak baby and Isak's bad at pretending to hate it. (College AU where Isak's past is a little more colorful but Even still won't leave him alone.)

Knock Four Times (92k) - folerdetdufoler

Isak is a senior in college, studying at a university in America. He’s ready to graduate and head back to Oslo, to his city, his family, and his boyfriend. But then, Even moves into his building.

my heart is strong  (93k) - photographer_of_thoughts

Isak and Even meet in a doctor’s office waiting room

Harvest Moon (93k) - shoulderbone (lavenderforluck)

He goes to the altar and kneels, expecting to find her face carved in the wood there. Except there are no altars. No God either, or angels, or saints. Or, alternatively: Berlin, those dwindling summer days, and Isak's week of reckoning. (part 3 of series)

something more (94k) - milk_o_vich *includes chrisak in addition to evak*

AU where Even never transferred to Nissen. Isak is in his third year now and is friends with benefits with Chris, who is in Uni. Chris gets a new roommate.

that’s all i really know (94k) - cammm

Even and Isak have been dating for a while now, except Isak goes to Nissen and Even lives a few hours away. But what happens when Even says he moving, and then he shows up at Nissen a few weeks later? Only thing... Isak isn’t out, yet. And Even wasn’t ever told that his boyfriend was still in the closet.

The 49%. (97k) - GirlInTheWardrobe *trigger warnings*

Flat. Third Year. Even. That was the life of Isak Valtersen, that was until it wasn't anymore when he and Even unexpectedly broke up. Isak soon found himself the centre of someone else's desires...someone who is not who they seem.

Therefore I Am (98k) - smokeshop

The one thing Isak wants is to move on from his high school mistakes. Even spends his time pining after a boy who will never like him back. The last thing either of them expect is to wind up in bed together, but that's exactly what happens.

Blood vs. Water (100k) - bri_ness

In which Snakesak plays Survivor.

Old Money (100k) - twentyonetwentyone *major trigger warnings*

After a series of hardships and childhood trauma, Isak Valtersen is forced into the gruelling world of street prostitution, a nightmare in which he feels completely alone. Even Bech Næsheim is the bored adolescent heir to a billion dollar empire, living in a penthouse and listlessly spending his parents money in attempts to ease the existential despair. (Pretty Woman AU)

You Don’t Even Know Me! (101k) - cuteandtwisted

The one in which Isak and Even are interns who got off the wrong foot and don’t like each other at all (except that they do). (HateToLoveAU)

Next to you, is where I call home (101k) - LostInAdmiration 

“Why don’t you start track too? You’d be a good sprinter, I’m sure you’d do great,” suggested Isak. Isak wasn’t entirely sure why he asked - he mostly liked being alone and he barely knew Even - but there was just something about Even that had drawn Isak to him. (childhood bffs AU)

The Notion of Falling (106k) - smokeshop

Isak hates Even and Even hates Isak and Sana is the only one who knows why

Now that you're gone (110k) - skambition

Even and Isak try to deal with having a long-distance relationship.

untold scenes of isak and his even (111k) - imissedyourskin

A collection of untold Evak scenes.

sleep is for dreamers  (115k) - unfancyandy

Isak’s always had a complicated relationship with sleep.

Checking From Behind (116k) - DickAnderton 

Isak is to captain his hockey team this season which means he has to somehow learn to cooperate with the newest addition to their team: Even Bech Næsheim. This proofs to be impossible, especially when nothing about Even's mysterious transfer adds up and his moods are just too frustrating.

with love, from anonymous (136k) - cosetties, iriswests

Isak just wants to get his coffee in peace, Even has a crush, and there’s a secret admirer on the loose.

When you're near to me (138k) - skambition

A story about Isak and Even and their beautiful future together.

Never let me go (151k) - hannakin *age difference*

A stranger to lovers fic with uni-student Isak and older Even. (Parent!Even)

Mondays at Sixteen (162k) - folerdetdufoler

Isak hasn't been doing it for too long, but he's been watching for a while and has a nice set-up. He finally moved out, into a small apartment of his own in the city, and earned enough money from his shows to invest in an external video camera. He's learned his angles and taped up the floor to mark where he could walk without revealing his face in frame. Three nights a week he logs on to the cam site and reveals his life to whoever wants to watch. On Fridays he's usually nude. Technically, this is how Isak and Even met.

Family Ties (215k) - sadgrlsclub

Set between Season 3 and 4. Even gets invited to his first Valtersen family event, and discovers things about Isak's past and his relationship with his parents. The story of how Even and Isak get to know each other's families and deepen their bond along the way.

Cleansing my Soul (217k) - imissedyourskin

Even fights for equal rights and is openly bisexual. Isak is a quiet admirer unsure of his sexuality. But there is always more than meets the eye... Who is Even beneath his popular appearance? And what is the whole deal with Even's 'secret club'?

works in progress

take me to the stars - iriswests *HIATUS*

Isak thinks Even is pretentious and impractical. Even thinks Isak is arrogant and uptight. They’re not each other’s biggest fans, even if they do happen to have spectacular sex on a very, very drunken night. And Isak doesn’t mean to do it again, but he does, anyway. (friends/enemies with benefits AU)

torches (life's too short) - xxLeviBech *major trigger warnings*/*HIATUS*

AU in which Isak's childhood is exponentially more severe -- and that's how he wound up here, talking about his experiences with other kids diagnosed with some kind of PTSD. It's also where meets a guy whose name starts with the same letters as everything, because that's... exactly what he is. 

I Would Do It Again - cuteandtwisted *HIATUS*

Even gets caught up in a dare, and Isak loses a little bit of himself in the process. (Dare! AU)

Crash Into Me - endlessandinfinite *major trigger warnings*/*HIATUS*

Isak and Even have hella issues but they can't help falling in love no matter what universe they're in. Even saves Isak. And Isak saves him right back. It's not all sunshine and rainbows. It hurts. But it's love. 

latching onto you - Behindthecities *HIATUS*

In which model!Isak and director!Even get caught drunkenly making out with each other by the paparazzi at the club and the only solution to it is to pretend to be each other’s boyfriends. (Fake boyfriends AU)

A Million Mistakes - BreeTaylor 

Isak gets invited to a pregame by Even Bech Næsheim. Which would be fine, if the guy didn't have a reputation for being a bit of an ass. It's only with Jonas' nagging and promises to accompany him that Isak agrees to go, only to find out that Even might not be who Isak thought he was.

a careful hypothesis of the heart - StMisery 

Isak and Even don't start out on the best of terms. Isak had been waiting nearly a year for the position of researcher to open up again. If he got it, he'd be working his dream job within one of the best biotechnology companies in the world. He applied for the position, heart in his throat, only to be passed over for the new recruit. When he discovered the new hire was also the son of the CEO, well, that was an unforgivable offense. 

Nobody Loves Me Like You - cuteandtwisted 

Isak and Even are childhood friends who enjoy ruining each other's chances with exactly everyone else, rewatching the same movies, taking care of each other, and pretending they're not in love. 

Burning For Your Touch - cuteandtwisted 

Isak's skin burns anyone that comes into contact with it and therefore cannot be touched. Closed off, angry, and extremely cunning, Isak transfers to Bakka and scares everyone away with his condition. Everyone but Even who—despite knowing it will burn—touches Isak like they'll both die without it. 

just add water - hippopotamus

Mostly, he's just alone. He hasn't spoken to any of his old friends in - how long has it been, now? A year? Two? And he doesn't mind it. He settles easily into the silence, into the routine of every day life. Sometimes, though - sometimes, he's lonely.

[impyeseul]

( loOK AT THIS CUTE LIL SQUISH IM CRYIGN !! )

hI BABIES !! i hope you’re having/had a good day bc my impatient and hyped ass has been dying to plot with you all since i sent my acct in bc this rp is ? already so cool ?? anyways i’m kat, 19 yo mess™ from canada, the nt specifically aka the geniuses behind the only :30 tz on the planet tyvm. i’m a SUFFERING uni student, i’m bts, sci-fi and alt rock trash, letterkenny s3 has become my life now and when my social life isn’t dormant like it is rn, you can usually find me at the campus bar having a wild time with a couple of my ra’s lol. i have a small plots page set up HERE that you can check out — i kinda gave up on the creative thing i had going with them by the fourth one and still have a few to add ( bc it’s dinner time rn and i’m famished ) as you can see hgjkfs — and feel free to im me for my discord acct !! now, on to my content, quixotic bab seulie who rly.. doesn’t know what she’s doing with herself despite finally getting her life on track overall, but she’s trying:

— earlier, i could’ve sworn i saw PARK CHAEYOUNG (ROSÉ) on campus, but it’s just SONG YESEUL. i heard they were sorted as a GLEAM and they’re only TWENTY years old majoring in FASHION MARKETING here at imperium, which isn’t surprising considering their ability is ADOPTIVE MUSCLE MEMORY. people call her the PEACH because she is supposedly EBULLIENT, but also COMPULSIVE but who knows if that’s true, it’s their ability that matters. ( kat. 19. nt. she/her. none. )

so lil song yeseul was born in changwon to a korean-canadian father and her mother who had both moved from daegu abt two years prior ??

has a younger brother by abt two years and ig you could say they were middle class

so most of her family bg is still up in the air for me but

her parents were always v big on education, wanting the best for their kids and to be cared for in their old age, so seulie and her brother were diligent in their studies as kids

however, she slipped away little by little and became a more lax student, hiding under the guise of working endlessly in her room when she was really just reading the new tw****** book ( yeah, i rly just censored that series lmao )

her grades were still good, she just didn’t get as into it and overwhelmed by it as before

without a doubt lost her shit when she learned that she had powers

i mean she prob learned she had them when she was fourteen and saw a huge fist fight between some kids at school.. before going home and accidentally punching her little brother in the face

“ what.. the fuck ? oh my god oh my gOD HOW DO I KNOW HOW TO THROW A PUNCH LIKE THAT ? HOW DO I KNOW HOW TO DO A ROUND OFF BACK HANDSPRING DOUBLE PIKE ?! ”

is good at sports and dance mostly bc of her power.. but she’s also a walking safety hazard bc she’s clumsy af, so she steers clear of most sports for everyone’s sake

like cute guy or girl in the stands ? she’s taking the field hockey forward down with her when she trips on air and prob fucks them up bc they cushioned her fall

yeah i rly.. made a girl equipped with muscle memory a klutz, rip

anyways her parents weren’t too peeved by this surprisingly ( at least her dad wasn’t lol ) as long as she didn’t nearly break her brother’s nose again jgfksd

ngl it was smooth sailing for the most part, unless you caught her off-guard with your presence or something, then she was a state with her movements 

prob took up a job at some local fast food place like every other teen to save for uni

so fast forward and she graduated !!! she thought she’d do medical science and had no real worries about changing her mind

got into imperium and was set on medicine.. until she finally began attending uni, about a month in and she was fucking clueless

on top of that, she had to adjust to so much concentration on her power that it was all a little surprising and foreign to her

so to sum it up, her first year saw her suffering with academics, and other aspects of her life at imperium, however for the most part, everything was p good and she was content

so after a while, seulie switched into fashion marketing and she loves it

her parents were p disappointed for a while bc of the switch in major and there was an evident strain on their relationship ( between her and her mom, at least ) but by now they’ve come around and she’s so thankful for that tbh ??

anyway she’s kinda a mess, not rly sure of what else to say lol

personality and other stuff ig

pansexual af 

soft af !!

spontaneous, if only i could give you an example rIP

obsessed with the idea of leading a luxurious lifestyle and wants it to be at her own accord

has a bit of a dependency on others, even if she tries to deny it bc she knows she does deep down

a generally cheery person who wants the best for people

C L U M S Y

like she rly isn’t joining any sports bc of it, even if soccer is prob ok for her; won’t take her chances lmao

the type to make up for any harm she inflicted in training by icing your bruise, buying you lunch or cuddling if you wanna do that lol

physical affection is everything to her rly, kisses and the like are welcomed wholeheartedly

won’t admit to this either, but she tends to feel rly insecure bc she didn’t know what she wanted to do with her life once she actually dived into uni or how to tell her parents, or how some people tend to walk over her bc of her occasional naiveté, see her as weak for being a more gentle soul, etc

is scarily calm when she’s angry, but that’s bc she doesn’t get angry per se ?? it’s irritation and disappointment at best so like.. beware

thinks the hierarchy is pathetic and jst wants everyone to be treated fairly ?? is prob an advocate for world peace but with the knowledge of it being difficult to achieve easily, so she approaches this whole thing similarly

is the type to cry over a series finale she’s watched twenty times already

horror movies get her evERY TIME; even if she can laugh at the badly done ones, the jump scares without fail fuck her up

super chill though, always smiling, just a rly cute bean

loves cats and dogs, she’ll never pick one over the other

hc: when she has a family and all that and they decide to adopt a puppy, she’ll leave the kids with her partner and snatch a tabby cat bc why not have both ??

the biggest meat hoe™

but loves cocoa more than life itself

tries to dress in a sophisticated manner but also rly loves wearing cute baggy sweatshirts and ball caps

skIRTS

loves all of the cult classic teen movies, has a soft spot for well done romance flicks and kdramas too

also a hopeless romantic and is set on the principle of heart over head, legit will fall in love with/develop a crush on you so easily so watch yourself pLS

has never been in a relationship tho lol

.. wh y am i saying that like she’s a loser when i haven’t either

i rly just played myself, why am i not surprised lfjdkgh

loves indie/electropop, alternative, rap, and r&b music

has a profound admiration for classical as well

not the heaviest drinker or user of sorts but it’s prob for the best bc she’s such a lightweight lmao

can be like four different people when she’s drunk so.. yeah js hahaha

so she’s sometimes that chick™ that has a wild time at a party but surprise !! she’s stone cold sober

has a slight oral fixation ig ? not in a sexual manner though so don’t get any ideas hahaha

.. ok maybe a little but it’s rly innocent on her part 99% of the time. you’ll almost never see her without a straw in her drink for example; she’s also a lollipop and liquorice hoe so yeah

she’ll never bite her nails though, at least not beyond a light nip that’s p subconscious when she’s concentrating on something

.. funny how i typed more about this than her feelings abt her major rIP

but listen when i say that she’s lowkey freaky i fucking meant it lmAO. idek if she realizes it herself but yeah.. she’s not that pure sdhfkg i hate myself for this you doNT UNDERSTAND

so that’s seulie !! if you’d like to plot, just like this or message me, i’ll try to get back to you as soon as i can !

[phanromaniac]

Pairing: (Phan) (I mean) (My Name Kinda Gives It Away)

Summary:  Dan Hates Phil. Phil Lester, the boy who, frustratingly, got the best marks in the class yet never actually studied. Dan’s hands clenched in anger just thinking about it. Phil Lester, who was always surrounded by friends, despite being part of the chess club, debate team, and practically any other nerdy extracurricular activity you could think of. Everyone, even the stereotypical  'cool kids’  liked, or at least respected him.  Dan definitely didn’t hate him because of the way him, biting his lips, didn’t distract him. Dan definitely didn’t hate him because of the bubbly feeling he didn’t give him in his stomach because Dan definitely wasn’t gay.

Alternatively: It’s on Wattpad, too (Now on AO3, as well)

Warnings: Sexuality Crisis, Financial Insecurity (Not Too Much), Arguing (And like a crap tonne of swear words), Eventual smut

*Important* Tell me if I didn’t tag something.

*Important No. 2* Co-written with @red-lariat who is gr9 and should definitely be looked at 100%.

Chapters: one, two, three, four, five

The laughter spilling out through the bottom of the door was both comforting and saddening. Phil softly banged his head into the wall, simultaneously feeling glad that he didn’t fuck up their friendship as much as he had every friendship he had ever attempted at having, and feeling of extremely left out.

 Phil sighed. He was spiralling, and he knew it, which only made it all the more frustrating that he couldn’t pull himself out of it. Suddenly, entirely unbidden, every single one of his past interpersonal failures flooded into his mind, trying to squeeze out through his eyes. He wiped the tears away furiously.

 He wanted to go on and ignore them, or boil over and scream, but he knew it wouldn’t matter. He knew that he always had to initiate conversation if he were ever to talk to anyone and that if people were to talk to him he couldn’t ever ignore them – having the short attention span he had. This is not to say that he couldn’t hold a grudge, but rather, that he couldn’t always remember to show it. He was desperate for affection, no matter how much he hated to admit it, under that calm ‘give-no-shits’ exterior was someone who wanted to be acknowledged, not just be okay at a bunch of stuff.

 So he just sat there. On the floor, against the wall, with his head safely buried in his hands as he tried to fight the frustrated tears. He didn’t quite manage to succeed.

 He could hear the distinctive peals of Dan’s laughter through the door, and his stomach clenched. He didn’t know what he was feeling, but there sure was a lot of it, spilling through his sit and rising in his throat, almost making him choke on it. Drenching his sleeves in tears as he wiped his eyes to clear his vision so that he could run to a janitorial closet down the hall, slamming the door behind him the second he fully gets into the small room.

 He sank down against the door as soon as he has is closed, burying his head in his arms and outright sobbing. His chest heaved and his throat itched and his eyes stung, his breath coming in uneven, hiccuping bursts and racking sobs that made it impossible to stay still.

 A small, tentative knock sounded at the door and Phil shot back, holding his breath.

 “Hello?” someone called through the door. “Is someone in there? Is everything okay?”

 “Y-yeah,” Phil called back, wincing when his voice wavered. Coughing to clear his voice of all evidence that he had been so overcome by tears, he continued, “yep, I am 100% fine, totally and completely…” he trailed off.

 “May I come in?”

 Phil froze. “Um. If you want to?”

 The door cracked open just wide enough for PJ to slither through but for no one to see Phil in case they were walking by, a form of courtesy, closing it behind him with a soft sound.

 “You wanna talk about it?” PJ asked, and Phil just stared.

 “Ideally? Sure.” Phil chuckled emptily. “Realistically? I don’t want to put my bullshit sob-story on anyone. Feels too much like I’m being a whiny bastard making people feel sorry for me.”

 “If it feels better, I can tell you my bullshit sob-story afterwards? I can probably win in a whining competition, I made an entire project based on the putrid state of the abysmal washrooms at our school,” PJ said, attempting to elicit laughter from Phil. “Mutual exchange, and all that,” he stated to bring the conversation back to the topic.

 “Fuck it.” Phil shrugged. “The SparkNotes version of events is that I accidentally almost initiated a best-friend breakup between my ‘sworn enemy–’” he added finger quotes and everything– “and this guy I’m kind of sort of dating? Nothing is official, we made out like, once, but he’s apparently had a crush on me for a while, so I thought why the hell not.

 “And now they’re making up and shit and I’m not even part of the friend group and I came in and I just fucked everything up like I do everything, and now, I’m being left out again and it always happens, every single time, and I hate it but who can blame them when even I hate myself.” Phil was crying fat tears of frustration by the end of his little tirade, and he angrily scrubbed eyes with his palms.

 “I’m sure that’s not the case,” PJ offered gently.

 Phil scoffed and rolled his eyes. “That’s because the only interaction you’ve had with me is this one, to which I’m emotionally vulnerable and manipulating your empathy, albeit it’s not on purpose.”

 “Not true, you talk a shit tonne in class.”

 “So you know the intellectual front I put up, not much better.”

 “Now I just get the feeling that you like suffering alone.”

 “Not necessarily, but I do feel guilty sharing it with others, plus, you can’t say that someone who knows the answer to most of the questions asked without studying isn’t annoying. I mean, I do hear how I sound, I just can’t stop it. Well, I mean I can, but it kills me not to. That and I’m such an indecisive piece of shit like even in the last sentence I said I couldn’t not backtrack.

 PJ looked at Phil inquisitively, as if trying to decipher a code or solve a puzzle, and to break the silence, Phil gulped then said, “Alright, now for your shit.”    

 “Not so fast buckaroo.”

 “Who the fuck says 'buckaroo'?”

 “This buckaroo.”

 Phil laughed until he was crying for an entirely different reason.

 PJ waited until Phil calmed down enough to speak. “As for your problem, it might feel selfish, but your feelings are valid, and you should be okay with feeling them, as long as you don’t try hurting people because of them.”

 Phil bit back his tongue, trying to forget about the fact that he when he loses his temper he can’t stop the vicious verbal attacks from spiralling and harming everything they come in contact with, but the expression didn’t leave his face fast enough for PJ to miss it.

 “What is it?” PJ questioned tentatively.

 “Can I tell you some other time? I kind of don’t want to cry twice in one day.”

 “Okay, but other than that, do you feeling any better?”

 Phil bobbed his head in an awkward nod. “Well, considering I came in here unable to stop myself from sobbing, I would say that I am, yeah.”

 PJ hummed. “That’s good. I’m glad.”

 “Now it’s your turn,” Phil said, gesturing expansively. “So. What’s up?”

 “Well.” PJ settled back against the door, his legs splayed out in front of him. “My parents are going through a divorce, my brother was just arrested in Italy, and the guy I’ve been crushing on for years just sort of got together with a guy I found crying in a closet.”

 “Oh,” and for the first time in Phil's life, he was truly speechless.

 “I mean don’t get me wrong, the fact that your life isn’t all sunshine and rainbows is a bit, well, I don’t know if there’s an English word for it but in German, it’s called ‘schadenfreude.’”

 “Happiness at the misfortune of others, huh?”

 “Human nature, or some shit.” PJ shrugged. “But you’re not really into psych. How do you know that?”

 “Avenue Q,” Phil responded, only earning a questioning look from PJ. “A musical which I’ve sort of wanted to see but they don’t really perform it anymore, schadenfreude is one of the songs, and quite a good one, if I may add.

 “And to be fair, I probably would feel at least a bit happy to see me crying if I was in your situation.” Phil giggled. “So, no hard feelings between us?” Phil asked, failing to hide his worry with the laugh.

 It was then that PJ realised just how uncertain Phil was in his relationships, constantly questioning and second guessing every action and reaction he and others had. So he smiled, and truthfully said, “No hard feelings.”

 “Hey, if you want, I have the songs from Avenue Q saved to my phone, if you want to listen to them.” Doubt and uncertainty flooded his voice as he made the proposition, so much so that PJ couldn’t say no even if he wanted to.

 The two stayed in the closet for a while listening to music and talking about what they had just listened to.

 “Phil?” Chris called, knocking on the door. Phil jumped.

 “I heard your voice through the door, you good?” Chris hollered. Phil mumbled something in affirmative.

 “Come on out of the closet, Phil, we’ll still accept you!” Phil groaned, putting his head in his hands.

 “What do you even see in him?” he asked PJ. PJ grinned and shrugged.

 “His lack of social tact is endearing?” he offered. Phil just rolled his eyes.

 “Keep your panties on, I’m com–” Phil started to say, only to be interrupted by Chris crashing through the door.

 “It’s okay if I was just your beard, Phil, I understand that sometimes you have to just–?” Chris' smile immediately turned panicked and he almost fell flat onto his face.

 “How the fuck would dating a dude make Phil seem straight?” Dan asked from outside the door. “I mean I know you're not the most masculine guy ever, Chris, but you don't look like a chick, exactly– oh.” He blinked. “Uh. Hi, PJ.” He threw an elbow into Chris’ side. Chris just squeaked and blushed like mad.

 “Hi, Dan. Uh, Chris.” PJ smiled, entirely casual.

 Chris’ mouth felt dry, but he forced a smile.

 “Hi PJ,”  Chris awkwardly stuttered again.

 “Hey.” PJ said, warmth saturating his voice and the corners of his lips turning upwards. But then he remembered the situation and he coughed as though he was waking up out of a trance. Chris tried to squash the burning warmth spreading through his chest, but he could feel it tickling at his cheeks. He coughed and turned away, running his hand through his hair as an excuse to briefly hide his face.

 To break the silence and lighten the mood, Dan thought he would play Chris’ Game. “Would you guys stop eye-fucking while Phil and I are here?” However, it wasn’t the mood-lifter he was expecting it to be, rather, the room fell even more silent than it had been before, devoid even the awkward coughs and foot-shuffles.

 “Fuck you,” Chris muttered, a surprising amount of venom in his voice when he threw an elbow into Dan’s side.

 Confusion riddled Dan’s face. Chris was usually the first to laugh at any joke - even ones about him regardless of whether or not it was a topic he was self-conscious about. Dan held up his hands in surrender. “Dude, I’m sorry, Jesus. Cool. Calm. Be calm. Calm like the – what’s a calm thing, Phil? Help me out, all I can think of is the soup meme.”

 “Nice breeze?” Phil offered, looking for all the world like a deer caught in the headlights of a semi truck.

 Chris snorted, but his lips twitched up into a smile.

 “Shitting-your-pants-scared really isn’t a good look on you, Phil,” Chris said, and Dan let out an audible sigh of relief.

 “Pissed off doesn’t become you, either, Chris,” Phil rebutted, and Dan’s eyebrows flew up.

 Chris froze, a scathing retort dying out on the tip of his tongue. Had Dan really affected him that much? A stupid joke, one that was barely anything compared to his relentless teasing of Dan about Phil? His heart clenched, and Chris could feel hot tears of frustration pricking at his eyelids. He forced them down, clearing his throat and shaking his hair into his eyes.

 “Sorry dude,” he mumbled. Dan could hear the tears hiding behind his voice, but he didn’t say anything. No one else seemed to notice, and Dan had a feeling that Chris wanted to keep it that way.

 Possessiveness bubbled in Dan’s chest for his friend. He couldn’t let him go around hurting like this, no, Dan needed to do something. “Phil, do you not know how to register a situation? Do you even try? Or is everything a joke to you? Are you just going to spend your entire life being a sarcastic fuckwit even when it’s not called for? Your marks aren’t going to get you fucking anywhere if you can’t take anything seriously.” Disgust coloured Dan’s expression.

 “Dan, lay off him, it was an equal response to what I said to him.” Chris’ tone is final. A warning.

 Dan presses on. “Are you fucking serious? Don't let him treat you like dog shit, Chris, honestly, what the fuck do you even see in him.”

 Chris motions PJ to his feet, gripping his wrist. He tries to ignore the niggling, screaming thought that he’s touching PJ for the first time, and drags him out of the closet, slamming the door shut behind him

 “You’re not coming out ‘till calm the hell down.”

 “You went from being pissed to ensure to a therapist in three seconds flat,” PJ mused, and Chris snorted.

 He didn’t justify that with a verbal response, shaking his head and rolling his eyes before sinking down to sit with his back against the door. He could hear Dan shouting and banging from behind it, but he ignored him.

 “You open this fucking door, you cock waffle, I was fighting on your side!”

 “And I asked you to stop. And you didn’t,” Chris hollered back matter-of-factly.

 “Let’s just get this shit over with,” Chris heard Phil mutter.

 “Phil has the spirit!” Chris shot back sarcastically.

 Chris looked up at PJ, who was watching him with an expression of perverse amusement. He began apologetically; “You don’t have to stay for our marital spats, honestly. Go find your friends or whatever, we’re gonna be here for a while.”

 He almost had a heart attack when PJ just shrugged nonchalantly, folding himself gracefully down to sit cross-legged on the floor next to Chris.

 “Nah,” he said, a lopsided grin pulling at his features. “This is plenty fun.”

 Chris’ smile was shaky and unsure as he turned to listen in on the chaos in the closet.

 “Have to admit, never thought I’ be back in the closet,” Phil chuckled, earning a miffed look from Dan. “What I said nothing about your sexuality, calm yourself.”

 “I'm not upset because of that I think you should be aiding my attempt to get us the fuck out of here” Dan exasperatedly dragged out the word out.

 “You heard Chris, he’s not letting us out until we get along, calm down, and we just might get out of here alive.”

 Gritting his teeth, Dan seceded, leaning against the wall as he slumped down to sit.

 “That wasn't so hard, was it?” Chris’ sarcastic jabs could be heard through the thick metal door of the janitorial closet.

 “Can we get out now?” Dan spat through his teeth.

 “I’ve yet to hear you two getting along, merely a realisation that you have to to get out.”

 “What's it going to take?”

 “A kiss.”

 “Nope! You know what you can do? You can fuck right the fuck off because that shit ain't happening!”

 “Kiss and fucking make up,” Chris bit. Footsteps receded down the hall and panic rose in Dan’s throat. He banged on the door with flat palms. Nothing.

 “Chris!” Still nothing.

 Defeated, Dan slumped down against the door and scrubbed his hands over his face. Phil sat against the other wall, his knees pulled up to his chest and his arms wrapped around himself. He rested his chin on his knees and let his eyes slide shut.

 “Just wait him out,” he said, and Dan looked up. “He’ll let us out eventually.”

 “Right, because you’re the one with verging on eight years of friendship with him. You’re the one who knows him better.”

 “The sooner you get your stick out of your ass and replace it with a cock the sooner we can get out of here,” Phil mumbled, and all of his fight exited him on an exhale. He slumped down, his shoulders almost touching his ears. Dan brutally suppressed the sliver of baseless pity that twinged in his chest.

 “The sooner you take your dickish personality and… and…”

 Phil looked up, his empty eyes dull without their usual humour.

 “I don’t know.” Dan threw up his hands. “Something something scathing retort.”

 “Yeah, yeah.” The two lapsed into silence. Phil lay his face on his knees. Dan’s eyes slid shut.

 Fuck. How had his day ended up like this? What deity had he offended in a past life to deserve all of this? Dan groaned silently, cradling his face in his hands.

 “How in the hell do we get out here?” Dan asked, looking up. Phil shrugged.

 “Have you tried the door?”

 “Idiot, of course I’ve tried the fucking door,” Dan spat, even as he reached for the knob and jiggled it. It didn’t budge. “See?”

 Phil just shrugged again, shuffling until he was lying on the floor with his arm curled under his head. A shelf pressed into his lower back and his knees were shoved into his chest by the lack of space, but he still looked the most relaxed he had in a long time. Or maybe he was just fed up with it all. Dan could relate. His eyelids pulled shut but he forced them open, trailing them around the room. Shelves. Boxes. Tons and tons of useless shit shoved in every corner. Broken shower curtains spilling out of a box against the far wall. Bottles upon bottles of cleaning solution. Boxes of individually wrapped soaps and toilet paper. Palettes of tissue boxes.

 “We could just kill ourselves,” Dan joked, pointing to the bottles of Clorox® and Windex®.

 “Don’t tempt me,” Phil murmured, turning so his back was to Dan. Dan tried to laugh, but the sound got stuck in his throat.

 An hour. Two hours. Ten minutes. Thirty seconds. Dan had no idea how much time had passed, but it had been too long. He jumped to his feet, beginning to agitatedly pace around the small room. He tripped over boxes and kicked bottles out of the way. Phil just curled in tighter on himself with each noise Dan made.

 “Can you just calm the fuck down?” He asked, his voice cracking on what Dan could have sworn was a pleading edge.

 “How am I supposed to calm the fuck down when I’m trapped in a goddamn closet with you for god-knows how much longer?” Dan countered, his voice rising until it verged on hysterical.

 “It wasn’t my fucking idea!” Phil spat.

 “It wasn’t mine either!”

 They fell into a tense silence, only broken by the rhythmic slap of Dan’s shoes against the concrete floor.

 “Why is Chris so hell-bent on getting us to kiss?” Dan asked, to no one in particular. Phil didn’t provide an answer, and Dan didn’t expect him to.

 “‘Sides, aren't you two together?” he continued, toeing Phil’s ribs. Phil didn’t say anything, just curled himself impossibly tighter.

 “Aren’t you?” Dan’s voice and foot became more insistent, and Phil shot up.

 “Yes,” he hissed. “At least, last I checked. Now take your blue fucking balls as far the fuck away from me as the fucking room permits or so help me…” He didn’t finish his threat but he didn’t need to. Dan huffed and spun on his heel, continuing his pacing.

 “Are you..” Dan paused, looking over his shoulder with curious eyes. “Are you claustrophobic? Is that why you’re so pissy right now?”

 “Ding ding fucking ding,” Phil muttered dryly. “Get this man a fucking medal.”

 “Oh, shit, really?”

 “Not diagnosable but definitely enough to warrant a lot of discomfort.”

 “Oh.” Dan fidgeted in place. “Um?”

 “So helpful.”

“Well, what the fuck would you rather I do? I can’t exactly get us out of here either!”

 “Just– just shut up. Your pacing is making me anxious.”

 A knock came on the door, interrupting the veil of silence that fell on the two, when Chris’ voice pierced from the outside of the janitorial closet,  “have you two kissed and made up or do I have to leave for another forty minutes.”

 “Uh- yeah, yeah we have.” Dan tried

 “Don’t lie to me Danny-boy,” Chris sing-songed. “I’ve known you for eight, man, I know when you’re lying.”

 “Honestly, Dan, you’ve never even been good at lying.” Another voice, Louise’s, spoke up.

 “Aren’t you two together?”

 “Yeah, I guess, but, I need you to to stop acting like utter cockwaffles around each other.”

 “I don’t… how in the fuck does that… Chris what the shit!” Dan roared, slamming his fist into the door. His knuckles throbbed.

 “I don’t make the rules.”

“But you do!”

 “Okay, I’ll admit, I am every branch of the government, and maybe that’s not the best for the citizens-”

 “You’re telling me-”

 “But, regardless, ‘tis the case.”

 “You know what? Fine. Fucking fine.”

 With nothing but aggression, Dan turned to look at Phil, who was wide-eyed at this whole affair. He quickly got to the other end of the closet – to where Phil was – and grabbed him by the collar just as Louise’s chiding voice drifted through the open door.

 “Chris, come on, that’s not very nice.”

 “I wasn’t actually going to make them, come on. It’s been fifteen minutes. I was tired of them constantly being assholes and giving me a headache regardless of what happened. I know it was a bit extreme but you get it? Right? I mean it might’ve been a bit much, bu–” He stopped dead in his tracks. Phil gasped when Dan dropped him, sending him nearly a foot till he hit the floor. Without a single word, Dan turned and stalked out of the door, his lips and eyes wet and shining in the bright light of the hallway.

 “What in–” Chris swore under his breath. Phil sniffed softly and curled back up with his arm under his head and his face pressed to the wall.

 Dan paused at the doorframe, turning his body part way back to look at Chris, who immediately had a surround-sound flashback to every single k-drama he had ever seen.

  “He’s claustrophobic, you asshat,” Dan spat, before turning on his heels to walk away. The only sound left was the sound of his fading  footsteps as he walked down the vacant hallway. That and Phil’s breath returning from  the previously anxious state it had been in.

 “I’m sorry,” Chris eked out. “I- I didn’t know…”

 “No,” Phil whispered. “No. You didn’t know.”

 Chris opened his mouth to voice some half-formed jab at his life suddenly becoming a bad sitcom, but wisely shut his mouth again.

 “I’m going after him,” Louise muttered, jerking her head in the direction Dan stormed off. Chris nodded helplessly, bringing his thumb up to his mouth and gnawing at the nail.

 PJ patted the spot next to him. Chris just stared at him. He didn’t even notice Phil wander off in the same direction Dan and Louise had gone.

 “Come on in, the water’s fine?” PJ offered, uncertainty making his statement lilt into a question.

 Chris snorted. “The Little Mermaid, really?”

 “Shalalalalala my oh my, look at this boy too shy–” PJ belted, too loud and unfairly on-key for how memey he was being. Chris hid a smile behind an eyeroll and folded himself into a cross-legged position.

 “Ain’t gonna– kiss the girl,” PJ continued, leaning over until he was practically draped over Chris’ lap, his eyes shining and smile bright. “wow, I know that the song was sung by Sebastian but you’re doing better cosplay as him right now.”

 “Shut up,” Chris groaned, railing against every internal instinct he had and shoving PJ off his lap. PJ’s laugh sounded like a choking hyena, Chris noticed. He immediately fell in love with it.

 “Man, staring at me like that isn’t going to stop me from poking fun at you. You know that, right?”

 “Staring at you like what?” Chris challenged.

 “Like you’d pay £500 and punch a baby to suck my dick.”

 “Pffft. As if I’d spend money on you.”

 “But the baby you’re okay with.”

 “Hey. We have enough people as it is. I say if a few defenceless heads get knocked why should I care.”

 “I feel like I should be concerned but honestly I’m just honoured.”

 Chris giggled. “It is the highest honour. A nobel peace prize whomn’t’st’ve?”

 They could hear Louise running for the elevator door before it closed with Dan in it.

 Dan was so close. He had gotten in the elevator and the door was closing. A breath of relief was this close from being released when a foot jammed itself between the retracting elevator doors. He looked up to see Louise tentatively assessing the situation and the state he was in. He didn’t enjoy it. He didn’t want to be treated like someone who needed extra care. Like someone who needed to be danced around lightly as though to protect the fragile circus act that was his life. As if their role was to walk on eggshells as he did mental backflips to avoid all of his problems. Not that he had problems. It got to the point where he coughed in his mind awkwardly to correct himself.

 “Get the fuck out of here with your baby gloves,” he spat. Louise just kind of blinked at him.

 “Excuse me?”

 “Baby gloves. The gloves you use to handle babies. Soft, fragile things. Fuck off with them.”

 Louise put her hands on her hips. Dan swallowed nervously.

 “Fine,” she said. “I won’t dance around anything. You’re being a huge fucking wuss, driving all your friends away for no reason other than you take some weird sadistic pleasure in your own brooding. You’re ignoring the feelings of the people closest to you, pushing them all away just so you can go sulk about it a feel superior and I’m sick and fucking tired of it. I mean for fuck’s sake, Dan, you want to act like a fucking toddler and yet you have the fucking audacity to ask me not to treat you like a baby? I don’t even know what you want from me. I take our side and try to comfort you you’re mad, I oppose you when you’re being a dick and so deserve it you’re mad. I get it. You have emotional turmoil. But we’re your fucking friends. You talk to us about that shit. You don’t take it out on us, you Lego-Batman movie fuckshit.”

 Dan’s jaw had dropped sometime around her opening statement. It’s not so much that he had never seen Louise that pissed, but rather, that she had never been that pissed at him. Or Chris. Or anyone she knew as a friend. And if she did she never had an outburst. Something about her having a healthy family which openly talked about their issues and prioritized problem solving might have affected her positively or something. Fuck that.

 The elevator doors dinged closed. Dan shoved the button to open them again.

 “Fine,” he muttered, his voice thick and his knuckles still aching from the night before. “We’ll fucking talk. In the room.”

 “With Phil,” Louise said.

 “N-n-n-n-n-n-nope! Another strike wrong for Louise! Good try, though, that shit ain’t happening!” He snapped finger guns.

 “Daniel James Howell,” Louise growled. “I am three seconds away from slapping you across the face-”

 “I’ll talk with you, but I hardly know Phil. I don’t have anything to him anyway.”

 There was a moment of silence before Dan realized what he had said and what it had sounded like. “N-not like that. I meant like I’m not sharing my feelings to him. For him. You know?”

 Louise’s expression softened as she looked back at Dan. “Fine,” she conceded. “Shove over.”

 Dan shoved to the side and leaned against the mirrored wall of the elevator, jamming his knee into the button for their floor.

 “Fine,” he muttered, fixing his hair. “We’ll talk.”

 “Firstly, I’m not gay,” Dan said, leaning back against the door and folding his arms. Louise just hummed from her spot perched on the edge of his bed.

 “Okay. I have never said you were,” she paused for a second, stalling to find a way to frame her question as to delicately handle the topic. “Can I ask you a question?”

 Hesitantly, Dan answered, “Okay.” Making the word sound more like a question itself than an answer.

 “Would it be an issue if you were? Gay, that is.”

 “I don’t know why the question is relevant when I’m not.”

 “Humour me.”

 “There’s is nothing wrong with gay people,” Dan muttered, scuffing his heel on the carpet. “I’m just not one of them.”

 “That’s not what I asked. And you know it, Dan.” Louise sounded a bit done with Dan’s antics.

 “What do you want?” Dan asked, pacing the length of the room, turning on his heel, and pacing back.

 Louise raised an eyebrow.

 “I don’t know,” Dan muttered. He paced faster. “I don’t know!” He sank to the floor, his face in his hands.

 Louise came over to Dan, her steps jolting and uneven. She put her arm around his shoulder slowly and carefully, waiting for him to flinch or pull away. He didn’t. She continued.

 “You want to elaborate?”

 “How?”

“What makes you unsure?”

 “Do you ever get that jolting feeling in the pit of your stomach when something is about to change everything you thought you knew about yourself and the world?” Louise nodded, but she wasn’t sure if Dan could see her through his fingers or not. “Yeah, that.”

 “Well, regardless of whether or not you’re gay, your direct friends wouldn’t change because of it. We would love you the same. It’s like if you wore a hat every day we knew you and took it off to reveal you have brown hair, it was still you, nothing has changed, we just know more.”

 “I know,” Dan said. “I know.”

 “Good. But other than that,” she said, and Dan was pretty sure his sigh of relief could have rivaled anything Aeolus had on hand. “What the fuck is up?”

 “I dunno. I’m a bit stressed from school. I mean my mum yelled at me even though I still have a B- average because apparently I ‘ruined’ my grades. Can’t get into a university like that, you know.” He chuckled emptily. “It’s fine though, minimum wage doesn’t seem that bad, right. Oh god, I can’t even joke about that it sounds so bad.”

 “If all else fails, prostitution is a viable career option.”

 “Man, I wish, but my mum would yell at me and then kill me and then haul me back from the spirit realm from my hair to yell at me some more. She has this creepy sixth sense where she can always tell what I’m doing. Well, not always, but she’s scarily accurate.”

 “You do know it’s not her life, right?” Louise said softly. “Her opinion doesn’t mean jack shit where you should be concerned.”

 “Yeah, it’s my life. That I’ll be watching pass me by from the comfort of a cardboard box, lmao.” He didn’t pronounce all of the individual letters, just said it like a regular word.

 “It’s some fuckshit,” Louise agreed. “But fuck, dude, if you aren’t gonna try for shit, might as well cock it all. Paired up with Phil y’are for a reason, utilize that shit n get fuckin good, bro. Shit’s not gonna uncock itself just cause u shove your head up your bum, it sucks taint but you gotta put some effort in too. But you ain’t alone or nothing. You got Resources mcfuckin use them bitch.”

 “When did you go from reserved and comforting to all out tired talks at 3 am city talk?”

 “You know what, I didn’t come here for this. I’m here comforting this bitch and he deadass calls me out this is an attack on my character.”

 “I never said there was something wrong. It was just unexpected, s’all.”

 “Good, because the fuckin coddling wasn’t doing jack so I decided a good old fashioned talking to would help you set fuckin stright.”

 “It’s endearing. And vaguely threatening.”

 “Good.” Louise hauled herself up. “Another 20 seconds of brutal honesty? Talk to Phil. I don’t care what about. Don’t fuck it up just because you’re worried about what it might be. Enjoy it for what it is, whatever that may be.?

 “Wow, edge-lord Louise, 20 seconds of brutal honesty,” Dan jokingly mocked.

 “In the words of The Aristocats, ‘Ladies don’t start fights, but they sure can finish them." She didn’t bother extending a hand to help Dan up, dusting off her skirt and straightening her sweater.

 “Nope, she’s back. Welcome back, Louise.”

 “So, it seems, are you, Dan. Welcome back. I’ve missed you.” She hugged him as he stood.

[drades-lair]

Full moon fever part 2

Author: Drade666

Rating: M

Warnings: sexual content, language

Pairings: Dean x male reader

Fandom: Supernatural

Dean's green eyes popped open for about the 600th time or so it felt that night only to be met by the something, blackness and a ceiling above him. Dean's brain was spinning around in his skull like it was just going to fly right out of it, mulling over question after question about _______. About 6 months ago now Dean had some how fallen for a hunter who was also a werewolf, how it happened he had no clue other then the fact that after getting stinking drunk he'd fucked the guy, which was another thing this werewolf was a dude not a chick. Dean had first and foremost always thought of himself as straight but admittedly he'd stared at a few guys before thinking that he was well built or good looking however never before had he slept with one. Either way after that night of about 3 rounds Dean was pretty much smitten with the wolf then about 2 weeks ago just as he was getting used to the relationship between them Mr. Fantastic up and fucks off! Just disappears with only an "I have to go for a little while" talk about a pisser. Ever since Dean's brain had been doing laps with stupid questions that he shouldn't even be worried about! Was it something I did? Was he using me? Am I that bad in bed? Dean knew all these questions could be answered with a no but yet he couldn't seem to convince his brain of that particular fact. Dean groaned as he sat up then swung his legs over the edge of the bed, running his hands over his face then through his short brown hair in frustration of his inability to get to sleep even though he was exhausted. Frustrated in addition to being exhausted Dean gave up on his futile attempts to get to sleep opting instead to head to the kitchen for a beer or maybe something stronger pending on how he felt by the time he got down there. Slowly he shuffled his way down the hall not even bothering to throw on proper pants simply remaining in his black boxer shorts that framed every muscle of his ass perfectly or so ______ had said on more then one occasion although he'd preferred Dean with no T-shirt instead of the Black one he was wearing currently.

 Rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand Dean shuffled into the kitchen only to curse as his hip made painful contact with the stainless steal counter that had pots hanging above it. Cussing all the way to the fridge Dean pulled out a beer bottle then walked back to the counter he'd been cussing out to begin with so as to use the edge as a bottle cap opener. Wincing after taking a swig of beer Dean turned around almost spewing it everywhere as he saw a figure standing in the doorway and for a split second he saw a flash of yellow eyes before the figure was gone or maybe it was never there to begin with, really he wasn't certain. Dean rubbed a hand over his eyes in an attempt to clear his mind still uncertain as too whether or not the figure had been there or not but he could have sworn that there was the lingering scent of musk in the air.

 ~The next morning~

 Dean trotted down the stairs into the library where Sam was sitting on his laptop at one of the tables doing research no doubt on something or rather. Grumbling Dean sauntered past Sam carrying a mug of coffee, not really interested in what his little brother was doing considering he has other things on his mind such as was the figure really there in the kitchen last night? Could it have been ______? Dean's thoughts were interrupted though when Sam suddenly spoke up.

 "Hey, I found some info on that hunt we went on a couple weeks ago that should help us out next time" Sam stated

 "That's great Sammy" Dean mumbled as he sat down at the far end of the table Sam was sitting at, swigging his coffee.

 "Hello Sam, Dean" A familiar voice suddenly broke the melancholy

"_____?" Dean jumped up from his seat nearly spilling his coffee everywhere

 "You called Sam?" ______ asked avoiding Dean all together

 "Yeah, um...thanks for coming, I just wanted some confirmation on something" Sam told _____

 "Very well, let me see" _____ responded almost in a monotone fashion as he strode over to Sam not even making eye contact with Dean.

 "Hey! Were you here last night?" Dean finally blurted out

 "What?" _____ asked lifting his head to look at Dean

 "Were you here last night?" Dean repeated in an aggravated tone

 "Why would you ask that?" _____ asked almost sounding irritated himself

 "Cause I could have sworn I saw you when I was in the kitchen last night" Dean retorted getting angrier by the second. Sam was used to this by now cause he had found out about Dean's little relationship with _______ a few days after it had started by unceremoniously, accidentally walking in on them after that he'd learned pretty quick to ignore them.

 "Perhaps I was but then again maybe I wasn't...what would it matter anyways?" _____ breathed out sounding less interested then before in Dean's concerns a fact that for whatever reason caused Dean's stomach to twist a bit.

 "Well hell I don't know? Maybe cause your stocking me! Because you ran out with not so much as a word to me!" Dean barked, loosing his cool

 "I...I...just had to go for a little bit, I've got things to do" _______ explained half hazardly

 "Things! Oh right things! Well it's been more then just a little bit of time ______!" Dean bellowed moving closer to ______ leaving poor Sam literally trapped between them.

 "Guys..." Sam spoke up but was clearly ignored as the conversation continued

 "If you didn't want to be with me anymore then you should have sacked up and told me that!" Dean barked

 "That's not it Dean!" ____barked back as his breathing clearly sped up and his pupils dilated

 "GUYS!" Sam shouted finally getting the duo's attention as he stood up between them pressing a hand to Dean's chest in an attempt to get him to back off. Sam could clearly see that his brother was hurting which when it came to relationships he normally didn't do but this time was obviously different and Sam wasn't willing to get neither involved nor interested in getting involved. Suddenly a snarl rang out from behind Sam causing him to spin around only to be knocked across the room into a wall with grunt of pain resulting in Dean of course being concerned until that is _____ stepped in front of him, eyes glowing yellow and if he were in full wolf form he'd be bristling up his back.

 "Don't ever touch him again!" _____ snarled out to Sam over his shoulder

 "_______? Come on man...take it easy," Dean tried to sooth making the wolf come to his senses as he turned back to Dean.

 "Dean? I...Oh god! I'm so sorry...I have to leave!" _____ bolted for the men of letters door but Dean took a few leaps over desks to beat him there, instantly wrapping his arms around _____ even as he struggled to get free, lightly hitting Dean's chest as he tried to push him away.

 "Let me go!" _____ growled

 "No, not till you explain what's going on here" Dean insisted, tired of the run around

 "Dean...I can't...I can't be around you..." _______ panted still trying to push away but clearly holding back so as not to hurt Dean.

 "Why not?" Dean insisted

 "Cause...I...I'm..." ______ suddenly froze as his hard on brushed accidentally against Dean's thigh

 "_____? Are you...?" Dean trailed off also stopping his movements as well

 ______ refused to look up at Dean but it was clear his face was flushed and his breath was coming in short, quick bursts. Dean slowly pushed _____ away from him but made sure to keep a hold on his shoulders so he wouldn't go anywhere.

 "_____, what’s going on?" Dean asked this time in a calmer voice

 "Dean...I...ugh..." _____ growled as his body shook

 "Are you sick? Why are you...stiff?" Dean whispered

 "I'm not sick...I'm...in heat..." _____ managed to whisper back

 "Heat? Like...a mating cycle?" Dean questioned being taken back by the information

 "Yes...I've...I've been in heat...for several weeks..." ______ explained

 "Then why not tell me?" Dean wondered furrowing his brow in concern

 "Tell you what...? That...I can't...stand...being...around you...cause your very scent...drives me nuts...that...seeing anyone other then me.... touching you...makes me want to rip their...throats out...ugh!" ______ groaned as he fisted his hands in Dean's shirt.

 "Yes...damn it, yes...everything...anything...you should have told me" Dean confirmed while looking at _____ with concern in his green eyes.

 "Dean...I...need you...I need it...but I think...I think I need you to actually mate with me" ______ rasped out

 "Isn't that what we've been doing?" Dean chuckled a little

 "No, Dean...I mean...mate with me...become my mate, for life" _______ explained farther

 "What? Why?" Dean asked in confusion

 "I've...had previous Heat cycles but they all...ended fairly quickly if I waited them out but...this one...this one won't stop...and I think it's cause...of you...Dean...I think we were meant to be mates" _______ explained as he shook worse in Dean's hands.

 "You want me to be you’re...mate, as in for life?" Dean wondered as his brain tried to grasp the information he'd just been given.

 "Yes...Dean...but I didn't want to pressure you into it...so I kept quiet," ______ continued

 It was clear all _______ wanted to do was run away and hide from all this but Dean had never really felt so strongly about anyone before, to the point he was actually considering the idea. ______ had never asked anything from him except sex but that was a different matter cause he wanted that too so it was mutual so really what did he have to loose here.

 "Alright, I'll do it...I'll become your mate" Dean agreed

 "What?" ______ asked in shock

 "Yeah I'll do it, I'll become your mate" Dean repeated with a huge grin on his face

 "Really? You want to be my mate?" _____ inquired to make certain he was hearing this right

 "You've got to be kidding!" Sam's voice rang out from behind ______

 "Shut up Sammy, yeah I want you _____" Dean agreed giving Sam a playful brush off

 "Oh Dean!" _____ threw himself on Dean desperately kissing him causing a grossed out sound to come from Sam who by the sound of his receding foot steps was running at high speed down the hallway.

 "So...how do we...um...seal it?" Dean wondered

 "By doing what we always do" ______ smirked then tackled Dean to the floor

 Dean groaned as the wolf immediately started nipping at his jaw line before working his way down Dean's neck, sucking a mark to his pulse point in passing. Dean could feel ______ rutting against his thigh instantly making Dean's own length react in his jeans along with the mouth currently working it's way down his body although he could tell that ______ was trying desperately to restrain himself.

 "______," Dean breathed out

 "What?" ______ asked sounding breathless

 "It's okay, let's do this" Dean encouraged tugging at ______'s jeans

 "Dean...I...if we start...I don't know if I'll be able to stop" ______ warned

 "It's okay...just do it!" Dean stated firmly

 "Okay...okay..." _____ finally agreed practically ripping Dean's pants off followed by his own only to let out a yelp of surprised shock as Dean flipped them. Dean smirked down at _______ as he instantly hoisted the wolf's legs over his shoulders so as to have better access to his entrance where he pressed two fingers. _______ howled as the digits entered him, pressing back as Dean pumped them at a frantic rhythm making certain to hit that sweet little spot inside _______ with each thrust of his fingers.

 "Oh...Dean! Dean! Dean! I'm...I'm there! I'm going to...!" ______ chanted right before spilling all over his stomach.

 "Done already?" Dean mocked with a smile

 Dean's humor was short lived as he was suddenly shoved onto his back with _______ looming over him with a wicked grin on his face.

 "Not even close" He smirked then shoved two fingers deep into Dean with a single thrust

 "HOLY! SON OFA BITCH!" Dean cursed

 "Actually that's quite accurate" _____ jested

 "Ugh! Eat me! Just don't...oh! Stop!" Dean retorted grabbing at _____ until he could pull the wolf down for a kiss however it was then that he realized just how accurate he was by calling him a wolf. _____ had changed from his human figure into the half form he took complete with fur, claws and teeth. Dean laid back to admire the gorgeous silver fur that ______ sported and how it seemed to reflect the color of his yellow eyes only to be shocked from his head by the sudden pressure of a large dick sliding into him.

 "Hold still Dean, I won't hurt you...but you have to hold still" _____ insisted as he slid farther in but Dean wasn't used to this size cause apparently you gain girth and inches when your a werewolf. Dean loved the stuffed feeling though that the giant cock was giving him as it slid all the way in finally settling inside him as _____ let him adjust.

 "Damn...I could pop...with you just...inside me!" Dean commented as he tried to restrain himself from coming

 "Then you'll definitely cum when I finish" _____ growled then there was more pressure pressing against Dean's already full hole.

 "Ah! What are you doing?" Dean wondered

 "I'm going to make you my mate by knotting you" _____ explained as he pushed his hips forwards again

 "By doing what? Ah! _____! I...I can't...take anymore" Dean grunted

 "Relax, yes you can" ____ insisted shoving forwards

 Clearly the wolf would not be deterred from his task leaving Dean little choice but to force his muscles to relax as the huge 'knot' entered him. Dean could feel himself being torn apart by the giant appendage inside him but once the pop of the knot was heard all he could do was focus on the sensation of his release flooding through him as hot cum covered his stomach. Dean managed to scrounge up enough brain power to determine that ______ was now moving, thrusting inside him causing his limp cock to instantly become hard once more making him moan a little from the pain of being brought to such a state so quickly.

 "Dean...cum with me...cum with me this time! Ugh!" _____ insisted as he continued his thrusts

 "I'll...try" Dean stated gritting his teeth

 A few minutes later they were both coming together with _____ spilling inside Dean to fill him more then before and Dean shooting cum all over the both of them with a shout. After a few moments Dean managed to bring his vision back only to see _____ tenderly kissing his chest then he realized that they were still joined, the knot still inside Dean's ass like some kind of anal plug.

 "Get out of me already" Dean murmured

 "Sorry Dean...um...I can't..." _____ blushed

 "What? Why?" Dean asked in confusion

 "Cause when Werewolves mate we knot and well it can take several hours for the knot to um...recede enough to be pulled out" _____ explained

 "Really! You couldn't have mentioned that sooner?" Dean barked irritably

 "Relax, we'll just move to your room for the night" ______ stated as he picked Dean up

 Dean groaned as he wrapped his legs around _____'s waist as he carried Dean into Dean's room, still firmly seated inside the hunter's ass. Once in Dean's room _____ gently laid down with Dean making certain to get them both into a comfortable position then began placing gentle kisses along Dean's face, temples and chest until the hunter fell asleep still joined with his new mate.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            

[sweetandlethal]

BTS fanfic rec

I’ve been reading a lot and I feel like I should share some masterpieces with you!

You Stir up a McFlurry in My Heart - yoonkook

Summary:

Jungkook is completely and utterly screwed the moment he develops a crush on the voice behind the McDonald’s Drive Thru speaker.

to whom it may concern - vmin (this is literally the best vmin fic I’ve read in like forever?)

Summary:

Taehyung believes in soulmates. He believes in soulmates to the moon and back, with the sort of fervor reserved for children and lunatics.

Jimin believes in soulmates. He’s just not sure he wants his.

Just Casually - taekook (Boo is like great at making my heart feel things, their works are total masterpieces)

Summary:

Two super chill boys be super chill together.

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For those who are cold and need something warm to cuddle up with. For those, like me, who are warm and need something relatable during the winter.

Wherefore Art Thou Romeo? - taekook

Summary:

In a neighborhood where the Kims and the Jeons are mortal enemies (or at least make plenty of disparaging comments about the others' lawns), of course Jeon Jungkook ends up falling in love with Kim Taehyung.

Or; "we live in the same neighborhood and our families are sworn enemies but we've been secretly dating for ages, and now we're at the neighborhood Christmas party making out in the closet and - oh shit is that the door opening?"

cheer up - vmin

Summary:

Taehyung's date doesn't show. Jimin comes to cheer him up.

Honestly, a date with Jimin will always be better than a date with anyone else. Taehyung knows this, yet he still keeps trying. It’s probably about time to give up.

I Surrender Dear - taekook

Summary:

Taehyung hates group therapy, he hates it, he hates it, he hates it. It hasn't even started yet, and he hates it. For starters, there's a guy who looks like he wants to kill him, a girl who won't stop rubbing his leg, and the leader who apparently has rainbows coming out of his ass. Then there's Jeon Jeongguk, someone who seems to bring all the light back into the room, and Taehyung's life, despite Taehyung wanting to stay in the dark.

whatta man (good man) - taekook

Summary:

Out of all the kinds of blogs Jeon Jeongguk could have run, never in a million years Taehyung would have expected him to have a porn blog.

(Or, Jeongguk runs a porn blog and Taehyung not so accidentally finds it.)

the sound of your heart - Series - Yoonkook/vmin/taegi/taekook/a fucking mess. Read it. I wailed for hours

I Said Without Hesitation - yoonkook

Summary:

Min Yoongi is the reason why Jungkook is spoiled and insufferable, but that doesn't mean he's not going to spend more on a pair of shoes than most college students spend on rent.

A series of non-linear tales of Yoongi and his boyfriend, or sugar baby (some days he's not really sure which category Jungkook falls into.).

Understand the following works contain mature and sometimes dark themes. This is no longer the sfw-romance section.

But I'm breathing, I'm believing, and I stand alive - Taegi (not finished)

Summary:

A suicide survivor support group is not the ideal place to meet someone new.

A suicide survivor support group is not the ideal place to accidentally become friends with someone-- just friends.

A suicide survivor support group is not the ideal place for the "just friends" to become so important to each other.

Please, don't... (BTS Members sex slaves) - jikook/taegi/idk i bet namjoon if you really want to?/2seok probably???

Summary:

Yoongi watched Jin's calm facial expressions as he spoke to him. "I'll just be direct with you; you were brought here by Master Namjoon to be his personal slave..."

When Yoongi wakes up in a strange place, he finds out that he's been kidnapped and brought to live as a sex slave in Namjoon's penthouse with other boys. The only thing on mind is escape. He soon finds out that Namjoon is a very rich powerful man with endless amounts of money and a very abusive streak . Can Yoongi find a way to leave his prison without being killed? And what secrets will unveil themselves when he starts to gather information from the other slaves...

Important note: This is some triggering stuff with sexual and physical abuse, violence, kidnapping, mafia... fucked up shit. This is not your romance thingy. I had a panic attack while reading it once. If it’s your cup of tea, read it. It’s thrilling and I LOVE it. It’s almost finished also.

Sick Temptation - vmon

Summary:

The 16-year-old Taehyung is an exchange student living in the US. He's found himself a great family to live with for two years and a great best friend in his host brother, Jimin. But against all odds, Taehyung finds himself falling for Namjoon -- his host father and Jimin's loving dad.

The Iverson Club - taekook

Summary:

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Truth: Taehyung is the new kid.

Truth: MGU (Montgomery University) is the best university in the world.

Truth: Taehyung makes some hella awesome friends.

Truth: Things get weird.

One of these is a lie.

The Smiler - yoonseok

Summary:

When you meet your soulmate, their name is burnt onto your wrist. Some people can see their soulmate in their dreams, some already have their soulmate's name written lightly on their wrist, others can look at their reflection and see how far away their soulmate is.

Yoongi tries his best not to go to sleep.

House of Virtues and Vices - series - taekook/yoonmin/i’m not sure about anything else

Description:

The tale of France's Prince, Jungkook, and the adventures he has with his new group of friends.

Note: Again, this is by Boo. It’s some dark shit. But it’s some good dark shit

[almasy-fics]

Retail Hell

Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh Chapter: 1/? Rating: M (Subject to change) Warnings: Swearing, perving and aged up characters Pairing: Seto Kaiba/OFC Summary: Seto Kaiba has no choice but to shop for himself when his personal stylist ends up sick and ends up in a store named Dapper Gentleman Boutique. He's got the hots for the sales assistant.

Notes: A purely self indulgent piece of crap with added storyline!

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Seto Kaiba had a personal stylist for a reason.

And this was it.

He had no idea what the hell he was looking at in this so called ‘Dapper Gentleman Boutique’, all the designer apparel was absolutely foreign to him. He knew the brand names of course, he wasn’t some sort of loser who just walked in off the streets, damn it, he was the richest CEO in all of Japan. Money was a mere object when it came to his clothing choices, he just would much prefer someone else to do the hard work for him.

How dare his stylist come down with pneumonia, stupid human immune systems.

It most certainly didn’t help that Mokuba was hot on his heels commenting on each and every item of clothing he saw…

“Look Seto, this Armani is bright green!”

“Look Seto, this Tom Ford has a hidden pocket for hip flasks!”

“Look Seto, I found a suit with pineapple print!”

“Look Seto, this one from a brand called Antons has people fucking on it.”

Wait what?

Huh, so it does.

He couldn’t find himself to scold Mokuba for swearing, when such a profanity was right in front of them clamoring all over the shirt in various positions. And oh would you look at that, they had both variations of same sex coitus on other shirts in this section, how inclusive.

“I think we’re in the wrong section Seto…”

To be honest, he was too concerned with attempting to shield Mokuba’s poor virgin eyes from the obscenely vulgar images before them to notice that a sales assistant had approached them, the aforementioned woman having to ask twice if they needed any assistance.

Seto appraised her before responding, eyeing her petite form before them. She was an obvious foreigner with her pale white skin, the waist high black pencil skirt accentuated her curves perfectly, noticing the way she stood tall in the black high heels she wore. Her ample breast size was accentuated by the deep purple long sleeved shirt she wore that was tucked into her skirt and she had the first three buttons undone to show a tasteful amount of cleavage. Several piercings were in her visible right ear and on her right nostril, glimmering in the natural light of the store. She adjusted her equally deep purple locks that were pinned to her left side whilst eyeing the brothers with apprehensive curiosity with her emerald green eyes behind wired spectacles. There was no doubt she knew who they were, he could just see it in the way she looked at them.

If he wasn’t so epically pissed off with his stylist right now, maybe he would have responded to this bombshell more politely.

“I’m fine.” He grunted, glowering down to her. Even with her high heels, she only came up to his chest, those extra five inches to her height not adding much. If she took those off and went down on her knees, maybe she could- No. Stop Seto! Down boy, bad! Do NOT sexualise the woman. Those shirts in front of them be damned, set them all alight. Burn the witch!

She raised an eyebrow.

“We need suits, please. Big brother’s stylist is sick so we don’t know what we need to get.” Responded Mokuba. Oh sweet little brother, always knowing when to take charge.

“Oh?” If she raised her eyebrow any higher he could have sworn she would have acquired a microphone out of nowhere and quote a certain superstar word for word.

But no one needs to know that he knows what the WWE is, and people definitely don’t need to know that he knows The Rock’s most popular catchphrase is ‘Do you smell what The Rock is cookin’?’

“Is there an occasion or is this business?” She asked. He had to give the woman credit, she was acting quite professional considering who exactly she was dealing with. Maybe he should throw her a bone to see how she reacts.

“My twenty-first.” He deadpanned. There, that was a good enough answer.

“And I am supposing we are wanting to steer clear from our exotic collection?” Their collective gazes made their way to the shirts they eyeballing before. Yes, definitely yes. The great Seto Kaiba would never been seen dead in one of those ludicrous things, even if the longer he looked at it, the absurd hilarity of the pattern did make the corners of his mouth shift slightly in amusement.

He just wouldn’t admit it.

“Yes please.” Answered Mokuba for him as he was inner monologuing yet again. He seemed to do that a lot in this store. Just another thing to blame his stupid sick stylist for.

Her plump red lips curved upwards, motioning behind her, “If you would just follow me, I will show you some more appropriate attire. Though to be honest, I do quite love our Antons collection. The store is based in Melbourne and we have an exclusive deal with them. We are the only place in Japan that stocks their products. It’s all so exciting!” She seemed to be happy with the product selection of this so called Antons. It made him wonder what other ridiculous designs the company owned.

Wait. An Australian boutique being a stockist to a Japanese boutique? How completely… odd.

As if she picked up on Seto’s confusion, she began speaking again.

“What? Did you think we were all about Drop Bears, riding Kangaroos to school and Tim Tams?” She stopped in another section of the store and turned back to the men. They were most definitely in a much more suitable part of the stores. No bizarre colours or overly sexual prints anywhere to be seen. “I’m kidding by the way, not about the Tim Tams though. They are amazing.”

“You’re Australian?” Asked Mokuba. Stop getting personal with the staff member, kid. We just need the damn suits!

“Born and raised.” She responded proudly, “Well, except for the past two years where I have been here, of course. Anyway… Do you have a brand preference? Colour preference?”

“Uh…”

“My stylist is the one who makes those decisions.” He deadpanned, earning a mirrored look from the salesperson. Yes, he was one of those customers, deal with it.

“The ones on TV?” Oh so now she was going to acknowledge that she knows who they are.

“Yes.”

“Sorry, but we don’t do shoulder pads for days here. It’s either look like an Aussie hipster, or look like you’re about to walk down the red carpet to a billion dollar budget movie premiere.” She looked the brothers up and down appraisingly before seemingly making up her mind. “You know what, have a look around here, pick what you think your stylist would pick out for you and try them on.”

“I’m not being paid to do your job.” Seto quipped with an impatient venom, yet she still held her professionalism, pushing her spectacles up the bridge of her nose with a single finger. Her eyes held his for a moment before she spoke.

“I am just trying to gauge what I am dealing with, sirs. It’s not very often we get someone of your calibre in here. I’d hate to do wrong by your stylist and choose garments that don’t scream Seto and Mokuba Kaiba.” She had a point. She was attractive and not a complete dunce- shut up Seto, shut up.

“Fine. Let’s do this Mokuba. We don’t have the time to waste.”

“Yes Seto!”

And to the designer suits they went.

“This is what your stylist would choose?”

“Yes.”

“Are you certain this is what they would choose?”

“Of course.”

“In a suit? For your twenty-first?”

“Did I stutter?”

Her arms were crossed against her chest, glaring at the sight before her in the mirror. What the hell was wrong with his choice? He even found a matching one for Mokuba. What the hell was wrong with a grey plaid suit?

Mokuba clearly wasn’t liking his choice either.

“Seto…” He pouted standing beside him in the mirror. Okay, was the world against him today or something? Mokuba always agreed with his choices! This was definitely something his stylist would pick out as a normal suit. Just what was wrong with it?

He swore he heard the salesperson whisper ‘I’m going to kill myself’ in English before attempting to straighten her face. It wasn’t working and she let out a tired sigh. Looks like she was finally showing her true colours.

“You know what, no. Get those abominations off and I will be back momentarily with something that isn’t from the nineteen-eighties.” She briskly walked away and Seto couldn’t help but watch her retreating form in the mirror, marvelling the way her hips swayed in every step, aided by her heels.

“She has a nice ass.”

“Shut up Mokuba.”

She definitely wasn’t making this shopping experience any easier.

The woman came back sooner than expected, several items in her arms. How she did it without tripping in her heels will forever be a mystery to Seto, but nonetheless he had to admit he was impressed with how quickly she came back.

“You want grey? Let’s one up this with a deep silver.” She handed him a silver, fitted Ermenegildo Zegna suit, “Then we match it with a simple white shirt and a cobalt blue tie to match your eyes.” She handed over the shirt and tie, “And for the kiddo we are going to go with a navy blue Tom Ford suit with a white shirt and black tie. Very Daniel Craig James Bond like!”

He saw Mokuba’s eyes light up at the very mention of him looking like Bond. Looks like she won him over. He immediately retreated back into the change room to put it on.

Seto had just a little more convincing to do.

“What? Are you wanting to look like you’re turning twenty-one or look like John Cena’s character in Southpaw Regional Wrestling?”

He heard her laugh quietly to herself when he made his way back into the change room with haste. Did he accidentally voice his guilty pleasure of watching a few tidbits of WWE?

Pfft, of course not. Seto Kaiba doesn’t make mistakes!

Okay, so she may have good taste.

“Damn.” Mokuba approved.

“Damn…” She approved with a smirk.

He could grow to like that smirk, have those juicy red lips all over his- NO! SETO! COMPOSURE! What the hell was wrong with him today?

Damn stupid, idiotic, sick stylist. It’s all your fault!

He looked at himself again in the mirror. He actually looked pretty damn good, and Mokuba most certainly looked like a fuzzy haired James Bond ala Daniel Craig.

“Permission to be painfully honest and Australian.”

Australian? “Fine.”

“Your stylist is a fucking no talent wanker and deserves to be fired.” Ah, so that’s what she meant.

It just made him like her even more.

“Uh Seto, what’s a wanker?” Before he could answer, the salesperson answered for him.

“Australian slang for loser, moron, idiot, douchebag. You get the gist.”

The way she was blatantly insulting the very employee he was upset with made his insides shudder with absolute delight.

Such a sadist.

“Right… So are we getting these ones Seto?” He was already getting out his wallet.

“My only despair is that we don’t sell shoes, I’m afraid. But I implore you not to approach your so called ‘stylist’ to find you the correct footwear. I would be remiss if they ruined my choices with subpar shoes.” A dark laugh escaped her lips as if she were imagining the very scene. Seto almost pictured that she was imagining that they would pair her ever so slightly perfect outfit choices with clown shoes.

How droll.

And did he just compliment her taste in fashion?

“Please get changed, bring these to the counter and I will get them steamed and ring you up!” She retreated to the registers without another word, and gave him the opportunity to watch the way her hips swayed once again.

“Seto, you’re staring.”

“Shut up Mokuba.”

Behind the counter she held that air of professionalism once more. Speaking of which, it looked like she was the only staff member in the store.

Oh, there are the others. Watching from a crack in the door to what he could only presume was the back room.

Cowards.

She wordlessly rung up the items on the register, opting not to voice the total price of the outfits. Not that it mattered, Seto Kaiba was Japanese for filthy rich and it took a swipe of his card and a signature and it was all done.

“I must admit.” She piped up whilst neatly hanging the suits and their accessories in their own bags, “I quite enjoyed this little encounter today.” With a zip everything was good to go and was handed to an eagerly waiting Mokuba. “Perhaps we could do this again sometime.”

That was it.

He pulled out a business card, hastily wrote down some numbers and shoved it into her hand, escaping the store before anyone could register what was going on.

Yes. Seto Kaiba just gave a woman he just met his number.

And he forgot to get her name.

Shit.