#I have so many more aus that are dear to my heart. fuck man why does my brain have to have so much love and storytelling in it.

[kentocalls]

toshinori yagi | emerald

sfw. vague healing quirk. mafia!au (that will get written one day). mentions of: violence, feelings. reader is female & has long hair, also psst @actuallysaiyan

His first instinct is to keep his breathing steady. There’s an unfamiliar weight on his chest, not too heavy but light either. It’s warm, radiating, like a cat if he owned one. But he doesn’t.

As Toshinori Yagi opens his eyes, he first spots an unfamiliar spring green tuft of hair on his chest, it smells familiar. Like candies and apples,  then the sparkle of his diamond ring on your hand that seems to be emiting a sense of calm throughout his upper body.

Aren’t you quirkless? 

Perhaps this is Heaven and despite all his bad deeds he’s blessed with one of his many dreams of you coming true.  Gosh, why hasn’t he held you like this when he was living, why did he spend so much of his time pushing you away?

He knows why, he knows the danger his status brings.

He knows only peril awaits those that stand at his side.

His heart aches still though, if he’s here then, where are you?

It comes back to him like a rush, what Toshinori remembers is the start to a beautiful dinner spoiled and then tables being over turned, fire and guns and your face caked in something awful and red. He had held you into him, kept you from harm right?  But what is he doing here? In this dream land? He has to get up, speak to the ruler of Heavens and get back to you.

This must be a mistake, fuck. Please, he urges his body to move, to lift up. Please he has to get back to you, to that restaurant, to that chaos. He has to get you out of that hellscape, that’s his job, he promised you didn’t he? He’d never leave you alone, he’d never fail to protect you.

Fuck.

“Toshinori?” oh your sweet voice, eyes darting to the spring green hair that moves, revealing your much more paled and blanched eyes. They fill with tears anyway though, the beeping of a heart monitor, the sharpness of hospital lights, the cold air hit him all at once.

So it’s not Heaven, but still close enough since you’re really here with him.

His breathe eases, a hand to the top of your head, your deep emerald hair has faded from that earlier spring green to chartreuse. Is this why he feels peaceful, painless? Is it your hand on his heart causing this? “My…dear wife, I am here, I’m fine.”

This must be awfully uncomfortable for you, hunched over his hospital bed, but one of your hands stays firm on his heart as the other goes to touch his face, it still radiates peace and warmth and your fade fades still, into sea foam. “What…what are you doing?”

“I’m sorry, I know I’m not supposed to use it but y—you and the bullet —the doctors said it they removed it but it was still touch and go and I couldn’t…I couldn’t…risk it if you didn't wake up.”

To think you had a way out, to think you still chose to save him, why would you do such a thing? Why do you cling to such a deceptive and vile man like him? Marriage to him has brought you nothing but loneliness, pain, endangerment.  You had no say in this, he promised to keep you safe and today he has failed it. He doesn't deserve any of your warmth or affections.  Toshinori holds at your wrists, lifting your hands off, the shock evident on your face. He can always tell what you’re thinking and he’s so sorry he keeps choosing to push you away.   

He can’t keep risking your life along with his, you weren’t asked to marry him, you pushed into it.  You aren’t meant for pain and tears and it seems that’s all that’s come to you since the wedding.  That’s all he’s able to give you. (In his eyes, from his skewed view of himself and the world he's trapped you in. Had he known the depth of your kindness, the fullness of your heart, had he known....)

“I’m fine.” But you know he means to say, please don’t strain yourself.

“Go home.” Because he knows you've been here for two days fretting over him, and he won't say you need to rest.

“Have the driver take you—“

“You stubborn man!”  Your hair color returning, the energy flowing in your veins increasing, he smiles at that. So your quirk is related to your hair, so he’ll always know if you push yourself too hard, “You took a bullet for me when you could’ve just flung it away.”

He could have, but to risking miscalculating and have the bullet graze you in any way? Never. Not worth it.

“I can’t die, my wife.”

“Yes, you can, my husband.”  He can, he can if he keeps stupidly taking risks like this.  Stupidly keeps rushing into help his men, his friends, his fraction. If he keeps this strong front up twenty four seven he’s going to—

“You’re upset again, I promise I'm okay.” A soothing hand to your face, you’re conflicted, you want to push away from him, to yell at him some more but also to be in his embrace, because here in this tiny room he’s not Toshinori Yagi, he’s not part of the MHA fraction. He’s not providing protecting and shielding others from big bad men.

Your hair is darker now, a woodland fern he thinks, it’s almost back to the shade that captivated him, that stark dark emerald against your white wedding dress. He thinks this is a good sign, he hopes it is. Your face is less pale, your eyes returning to their original color too. Except, “You’re shaking.”

“I’m cold.”  And angry and frustrated and sad. What if you didn't get the chance to tell him how you really feel? What if things didn't turn out okay?  And yes, what you are wearing is meant for a romantic dinner. (For the confession you so need to make.) You wanted tonight to go so differently, it’s tumbled into such a big mess. You shiver at the low hum of the hospital AC. Suppose you could go buy a warmer attire from the hospital gift shop but that would mean leaving Toshinori and that would mean not being able to use your quirk to make sure he heals.

“Come here, let me hold you.”  It will never stop bringing you joy when he offers moments like this, when you allow yourself to feel the depth of your emotions and move closer to him.

As you crawl onto him, the too small bed, the wires, and mattress protest but Toshinori stubbornly wraps his arms around you, he has to keep you warm too, protect you from the cold. Ensnare you with affection he wants to pour over until all your tears dry.  He knows he shouldn't covet your skin against his but he does. “My stupid, dumb, lovable husband.” His beautiful, adoring, precious wife.

He ignores the last word, “I am, I know. I make you worry.”

For all the violence his hands know, for all the cruelty his arms have dished out, he holds you gentler than a flower, let’s you plant your chest on his, let’s burrow your face in the crook of his collarbones, root your arms around his neck.  He breathes deep, candies and apples and your hair returning to it’s pretty pretty pretty green.

He can tell you’re fighting sleep, can feel your body relaxing and tensing, “Rest, it’s been a long day hasn’t it?”

“It’s late Saturday," so two days have passed, "…and another eight hour surgery…you made me worry so much.”

“I’m sorry, you must be so tired, here let me-“ As he tries to shuffle you off his form and onto the bed, you protest, hold him tighter, channeling all your inner koala and hold on. “Not leaving you, not until the doctor gives the all clear.”

You forget his strength, his own power, his own quirk.

But it feels nice, being fussed over, and in the privacy of this room, in the haze of painkillers and fleeting adrenaline, he lets himself indulge in it. Keeps you on his form, holds you close. “Then you need to rest too. Promise me.”

“You’ll be here? When I wake up, you won’t go…”  Ah, he has a terrible track record of doing that right?

“Rest, I’ll be here when you wake up.”

Later, you’ll explain your quirk and why you don’t tell a soul you have it.

Later, you’ll yell at him more about needing him safe.

Later, you’ll confess the words that were so eager to slip from your tongue at dinner.

Later, right now, all you need is rest. All you need is your husband’s heartbeat.

[subway-boss-jericho]

I don't think I'll ever be a proper Content Creator because of the way my brain works, but my biggest goal is to somehow make a story that makes someone so mentally ill about a thing that they can't think straight. As I do. Every couple weeks or so. Someday it will happen and I will do skitter around dancing and cheering wildly on the subway platform in my brain

[daydream-believin]

Like A Boiled Frog (You Don't Even Scream) [ch 1]

notes: might proofread this before i post this to ao3 but here have the raw milk version (pasteurization is for losers amaright)

series summary: every time you think things cant get any more batshit, hurricane throws another pile of guano at you. every time you think the hole cant get any deeper, you fall further. and you’re not sure what frightens you more: the town itself, or your increasing reluctance to leave.

or: au where mike has that pizza shop for wayyy more than a week and you find yourself a horror protagonist. or at least one’s love interest.

chapter summary: get haunted bitch. now go drive to utah in a manic episode. go meet a nice walking corpse, maybe it'll fix you. or make you worse. probably that second thing lmao

word count: 7985, oh dear (thats with me cutting out some stuff lol)

warnings: uh, swearing, manic behavior, self-harmful thoughts/behavior, mention of hallucinations/hearing voices, shit this is sounding bad, i mean its canon typical violence so idk man no lifeguard on duty

You know how in Source Decay, John Darnielle says / I wish the west Texas highway was a mobius strip / I could ride it out forever / when I feel my heart break? / Well, that guy’s a bitchass snake oil salesman for romanticizing this. Fuck that guy.

Although, this is the first time you’ve ever been able to set a cruise control and actually just leave it at that. What with there being no other cars on the road out here at this hour for you to run into. You even forgot about it at one point.

Little puffs of fire danced in your peripheral vision, like fairies flitting about. It was easy to spot them out in the night air, all those pumpjacks that littered the desert. There was nothing but these small fires, with the tiny, dotted additions of the glowing red eyes of windmills to light up the way for miles.

And you tried not to think about how if you broke down, no one would be around to find you. Every now and then you would startle at the shadowy specter of a tumbleweed crossing your path, but you were acutely aware of just how alone you were out here.

On that train of thought, your gaze fell to the passenger side, to the little bear toy you had buckled into a seatbelt like it was a person.

“Can you believe this, Fredbear?” you asked the inanimate object.

Fredbear did not answer, of course. Would be insane if he did, right?

Hmm …Why did part of you expect him to.

***

The august sun was beating down hot on your back as you walked home that day. It seemed like a lifetime ago, but it was only last week.

The neighborhood was as full of life as it always was. The kids running around in a game of tag, the teens playing basketball, and the adults walking their dogs. You could hear some faint music playing in the distance, most likely from the stage setup in the square downtown, not too far away.

There were many yard sales set up, it being the thing to do on a sunny Saturday afternoon like this. Despite your very strong instincts to rummage through all the boxes in these sales like a raccoon looking for dinner in a dumpster, you were broke, with no money to spare for impulse purchases on random junk. And thus, being a mature adult, you walked right past them.

That is, until a yard full of children’s toys caught your eye. One of your cousins’ kids was turning 6 in a few weeks. Might as well buy presents now before you forget again and have to rush to the store in a panic 8 minutes after the party had already started, sweat rolling down your back as you search the toy isle for something the birthday boy would like, while your phone keeps buzzing in your pocket nonstop because both your cousin is texting and your aunt is calling to ask where you’re at because you were the one who was supposed to be picking up the pizza.

 I mean, just a hypothetical scenario here.

You didn’t really find anything good as you dug through the bins of miscellaneous action figures and toy cars. As you could recall, the kid really liked Iron Man right now. And sharks. Alas, you found no Iron Mans or sharks in those bins.

The other table’s baskets were full of stuffed animals. You could maybe get lucky and find a stuffed shark in there. But stuffed animals are notorious for being hard to clean; and yard sale plushies sometimes come with more than just one new friend. You weren’t about to be the reason your cousin had to fumigate her house for bedbugs. Again. So, you decided to close this case for now and skedaddle on out of there.

You took another look back at the table as you walked away.

Well.. The toys you could see at the top of the bins did look like they were well taken care of… It couldn’t hurt to just look, right?

Yeah no. You found no sharks unfortunately. What you did find, however, was this funky little teddy bear wearing a top hat and bowtie.

A real character, that one. The bright gold fabric of its body made it stand out amongst the other toys. The smile stitched onto the bear gave it a weird, smug look. And you hadn’t seen a plushy with eyebrows before.

That being said, this thing’s aura was so... unsettling. You stared into its black eyes, that seemed to stare right back at you, with a strange feeling twisting in the pit of your stomach.

“You like that one, do ya?”

You almost jumped out of your skin when the old man running the sale spoke to you. You had Not heard him come up beside you like that. Creepy.

“Yeah, it’s…” you tried to think of a positive word, “very intriguing. Looks like it’s ready for a party.”

“My granddaughter called him Fredbear. Found him over in Utah, many years back. In a yard sale, just like this one,” he gently took the bear from you, and looked down at it wistfully, “My granddaughter..  liked how smartly dressed he was. A perfect guest for her tea parties. You were right about that…”

The old man stared at the doll for a little longer after the conversation faded. You felt extremely awkward now. Perhaps you really should have just left without unearthing this obvious sentimental piece.

“My grandchildren are no longer here with me,” you felt a little uncomfortable with how he phrased that, “so, I’ll tell you what. Promise me you’ll take care of him, and he’s yours. Free of charge.”

“Oh, I couldn’t. I’d be happy to pay for him, really,” you felt bad taking free stuff from the elderly.

“No,” he said with a tone of finality, placing the bear firmly into your hands, “the day’s almost over. I’d like to help this old friend move on. It’s time.”

Well that somehow was both sweet and foreboding at the same time.

So, you thanked the old man and started back on your walk home, Fredbear cradled in your arms. He waved goodbye to you. The grandfather, of course, not the teddy bear.

You probably aren’t going to wind up giving this one to your cousin’s son. There was something about it that told you not to. Maybe it was the way the old man talked about it. You felt compelled to take care of the plush yourself. Kind of like an honor thing. Or a pity thing.

It smelled a little funky. But that’s nothing a little TLC couldn’t handle. And some dish soap.

Maybe you were just. Feeling a bit childish lately. Too small and easily broken. Moved to tears by little things that didn’t matter in the grand scheme of things. Disregarded and treated like your fears weren’t real.

Deeply afraid.

Yeah, you’d give Fredbear a nice soak in the sink with a fun dish soap bubble bath. And maybe after that, you’ll both feel a little better.

You were alone in your apartment that night, as your roommate was always gone these days. And when you made your tea, you brought Fredbear a mug as well. A little tea party, for old time’s sake.

Looking back, maybe that was your first mistake.

***

Static rolled from your radio. You gave up on fiddling with it hours ago, but you’ve got nothing better to occupy your mind now.

You turned the knob absentmindedly, never really expecting to get anywhere. Or any signal, that is. A muffled country song here, the broken-up voice of a DJ there, nothing strong enough to stay for more than a few seconds. However, a few seconds of a clear transmission was all you really needed when you rolled past a certain signal.

“zZz-Hurricane—“

Now that was a word that got your attention. Not that you were anywhere near the coast at the moment. You know, unless the person reading this is looking to buy some oceanside property in Arizona. In that case feel free to slide into my DMs.

“zZZ-Peach Days! -Zz celebratio— zzZ-year—peaches peach—-ZzzZ-Heritage-zZ,” you let your gaze flicker downward, towards the dimly lit red text of the frequency number display as if that would provide some more insight.

And then suddenly, the fuzz was completely gone, as if you were near the tower itself,

“So Hurry On To Hurricane City!” the spokesman encouraged cheerfully. You could practically here the giant pageant smile in his voice as he delivered his slogan. This man was your friend, obviously. Then, however, his tone shifted as he closed the ad copy, “Because you know the party can’t start without you…”

You held your breath as the silence dragged out a few agonizing seconds, until “ZZZZZZZZ!!!”, in a jolt, the transmission went completely out. Explosively. You even flinched.

You stayed on the station for a good twenty minutes after that, waiting to see if you could hear anything again. You could feel your heart pound against your ribs until the terrifying feeling faded. There was nothing else but static, of course, and for so long you almost thought you must have imagined it. If not for the way those dull words repeated in your head, over and over.

THE PARTY CAN’T START WITHOUT YOU.

THE PARTY CAN’T START WITHOUT YOU.

THE PARTY CAN’T START WITHOUT YOU.

You hadn’t really had a destination in mind when you took off. No goal other than to get out of there as fast as you could manage. The idea of the West had been bouncing around your brain a lot lately, hence your current trajectory, but you really hadn’t had a clue where you were supposed to be going when you left.

I mean, you still didn’t have a destination. You had no clue what that advertisement was even about. Where they were even fucking talking about. Hurricane City?

Yet, somehow, you knew those words were meant for you. Not anyone else. you. There was a party and the party was waiting for you.

Guess you’d have to look for a map or something in town. Perhaps use the library computer. Man, you would regret throwing your phone into the lake in a fit of passion as you left town, but honestly, this is the longest you’ve known peace in quite some time. Just gonna have to live a little retro for a while. Not the worst thing in the world.

You’ll get a new one later, once you’ve settled in to… wherever you’re going. Whatever new home lies over that horizon for you, you guess.

The sun was breaching the beige skyline of sandy shrub brush as you finally rolled over the state line. You needed to eat. Your stomach growled loudly at just the thought. Funny. You hadn’t even thought about eating in the last.. twenty hours. Which means you should be absolutely shaking right now. Yeah, that’s why you’re shaking. That’s it. You’ll pull into the first diner you see.

You were hoping to at least be in Roswell for breakfast, but there was no way your body was going to be able to keep running if you waited that long. Looks like it’s just going to be the first place you come across.

Hopefully they don’t put green chilis in their pancakes or something.

That sounds insane but it’s an actual thing you’ve seen before in this state, trust. There are no laws nor gods when it comes to Hatch green chilis.

***

Your sleepy brain was not ready for the bell that rang as you walked through the door. Embarrassingly enough, the tinny noise startled you. You almost tripped, to be honest. Thankfully your wobbly Bambi legs held up as you managed to catch yourself.

The hostess wasn’t in sight as you awkwardly stood in the entrance, but there was a whole heap of noise coming from the kitchen.

“Hold on just a second, Sweetpea!” a voice called out to you.

Well, guess you’re holding on a second.

Your eyes scanned the top of the walls, perusing the vast cookie jar collection that the owner had accrued over the years. They were never dusted, despite being on shelves that lined the top of every wall in the tiny shack of a diner, and thus you could easily tell that a few new additions had been made. You know, because those cookie jars were way less filthy.

That’s gotta be a heath-code violation.

After you heard a bit of garbled yelling, the hostess rushed out to take her place in front of you. Smoothing down her polka-dotted apron, she grinned at you.

“Table for two?”

You blinked. It was too early in the morning for fully intelligent speech.

“Uh. No. Just me today. Thank you.”

Her big, bedazzled cat-eyeglasses fell a little farther down her nose as she scrunched her face in confusion, “alright then. Just the one of you today...”

She grabbed a paper menu as she led your shambling body to a table near the window. Which was shut away with ancient looking vinyl blinds that you were too afraid to open, lest they crumble and the cost of replacing them be put on your on tab.

She had already disappeared back into the kitchen by the time you got yourself in a seat. You glanced around the room. You weren’t the only patron here, as a few tables held a few bodies, but you were the only one without your face buried in a newspaper. And to be expected honestly, you were the youngest person in the room at seven in the morning.

The hostess, who was also the only waitress in this tiny local business, placed two glasses in front of you. The dull sound they made hitting the table drew you out of your revelry. There before you were two cups, a steaming mug of fresh coffee and a short glass of milk. You looked up in confusion.

“Don’t worry, it’s whole milk. Builds strong bones.”

That... wasn’t your concern.

You looked back at the cup in confusion and by the time you turned back, she had already moved on to the next table, refilling mugs and having loud banter with the other customers. Her regulars, by the sound of it. You felt too apathetic to try and call her over again.

You shrugged, to no one in particular, as you did not have a breakfast partner with you, despite the waitress’s insistence otherwise. Wait, was she mocking you? Eh, maybe it’s just supposed to be for the coffee. Nevertheless, you would not be drinking the milk, so you just left it there.

Despite the prevalence of the local newspaper in the room, there wasn’t a dispenser or anything at the front of the restaurant, like there usually is. As you drummed your fingers on the tablecloth, bored out of your mind, you kinda regretted throwing your phone in the lake a bit more. Maybe not the best of moves.

But hey, at least you aren’t constantly quelling the incessant buzzing you’d be hearing if you’d kept it.

You busied yourself stirring your coffee while you looked over the menu again, just for something to read. Of course, you were ordering a waffle. Because this was a diner, and, yeah, you do like waffles. And pancakes. And French toast. Doodoodoodoo can’t wait to get a mouthful.

That voice kept echoing in your mind. The party can’t start without you.

“More coffee, Babycakes?” the waitress snapped you out of your thoughts.

“Oh! Yeah, thank you,” you moved the mug to the edge of the table, closer to her, “Say… I know this is an out-of-pocket question, but have you heard anything about Hurricane City? Maybe something about peaches?”

“Oh!” she snapped her fingers, “You mean the Peach Days. It’s a little heritage festival they put on every summer in Hurricane, you know. It’s a hoot, my family makes a trip out there every few years or so for it. Not this time of course, clearly, since I’m here talkin’ to you and not in Utah—”

“In Utah?”

Of course, it was Fucking Utah again.

“I know it’s soundin’ far, but it’s only ‘bout a day’s drive from here. Two days if y’ain’t crazy about following an itinerary like my husband,” she brushed a hand over her apron before you lost her attention to the other customers, “I swear that man would plan out a schedule for every second of the day if he could…”

After she wandered off to go top off more mugs, you lamented the fact that you still hadn’t ordered yet. That’s what you get for being nosy about peach festivals, you suppose.

Thankfully though, soon enough you had your hearty breakfast and were back in front of the wheel, on your way to the friendly neighborhood Walmart. Where hopefully no cops or employees would bother you as you crashed in the parking lot.

You took Fredbear to the backseat with you for good luck. Maybe it was the gold color, or the fancy getup he had. Maybe you just needed a cuddle buddy to not feel so alone in this parking lot swarming with people.

Much to your disdain, it was now a bit into the morning hours, and the sun was fully up.

You had tried to find as shady a spot as possible, but it’s not exactly like trees grow in this biome. At least not naturally. Windbreak tree lines were definitely a thing, but those protected buildings people cared about, and this was a Walmart. Nothing around here but concrete, rocks spray painted blue, and cigarette butts.

So after tossing and turning in the bright blinding sunshine for way longer than you should have, and making promises to higher deities was proven to be unfruitful in your attempt to find some semblance of peace, you finally just had to admit defeat. And here by rescinding any aforementioned promises to higher powers.

You laid Fredbear back down on the seat and tucked him in with the blanket when you got back up. At least one of you could be cozy and well rested. Unfortunately, it wasn’t going to be you, however.

Well, it’s far from the first all-nighter you’ve pulled without having time to take a nap during the following day. Sleep deprivation isn’t real, silly. Teachers just made that up to scare you. It’ll be fine.

***

You know you never really realize how much we structure our lives around other humans until you take a drive through the middle of nowhere. How essential it is to have enough gas to make it to the next town. From town to town, your life becomes segments. Only within the eyesight of other humans are you ever safe. Only within the bounds of the settlement can your soul be settled.

Gas stations become oases. Which is the plural of oasis, apparently. Anyway, you start seeing them like mirages. Dingey, weather-worn gas pumps become as good as a sparkling illusion of precious water in the Sahara. The empty shells of buildings you passed by, long since forgotten, became like mausoleums in these graveyard towns. Villages. Hamlets. Mostly hamlets.

“Are we there yet?” a small and very annoyed voice called out.

You had just written it off as your imagination until you heard the noise of shuffling fabric. Normally your audio hallucinations aren’t that detailed. Paralyzed, you held your breath, not daring to make any noise that would distract your ears from hearing whoever, whatever, was in the back seat. Your mind went to stories of skinwalkers and misshapen monsters and hitch-hiking serial killers.

“… Are we there yet?” the voice repeated, admittedly sounding even smaller to you now.

Yep, that’s a real person alright. Or a real thing. Your eyes were probably bloodshot from the way you haven’t blinked this entire time, just staring straight ahead on the desert highway. Taking a deep, shaky breath to steady yourself, you turned down the rear-view mirror…

Christ almighty. You had a stowaway.

Your stomach turned immediately. God, come on now, don’t puke up what little you had on your stomach. You need that.

“Hey Buddy,” you tried to sound as friendly as you could, “What’s your name?”

Clad in a little striped shirt and cargo shorts, he started kicking his feet in impatience, which would be cute if it weren’t for this situation y’all are in, and the adrenaline pumping through your veins, “We’ve been in here forever,” he whined.

If this was a skinwalker, he was a pretty darn adorable one. And definitely not a hitch-hiking serial killer. At least you hoped. But no, this was a greater form of terror: responsibility.

“Haha, yeah, we have been in here really long, haven’t we? How long do you think we’ve been driving, can you tell me?”

When did you pick up this child. When you got gas in Gallup? Albuquerque? Dear lord, if he’s been in here since Roswell, you’re about to have the world’s biggest headache on your hands, both metaphorically and physically. But there’s no way he’s been in here for fucking 10 hours, right? right??

Okay, okay. Maybe you’re just a little panicky right now and not thinking straight. Maybe teachers hadn’t been making up sleep deprivation just to scare you after all. You have been purposely not drinking anything for the lack of available restrooms. People get dehydration hallucinations, right?

The boy just stared at you, blankly. Probably fully realizing you were a stranger and not whoever he thought you were. In lieu of answering you, he started fidgeting more with the toy bear you had had in the back. You really hoped that hadn’t been what lured him into your station wagon in the first place.

Don’t be getting shy on me now, kid.

You put your blinker on, ready to merge off the road and onto an incoming rest-stop that you thanked your lucky stars for.

“Honey, can you tell me what your phone number is?”

He looked up at you, finally tearing his attention from the bear, and you could see gears turning in his head.

“…435-555-1987?”

You repeated it back to him, and he nodded. Alright, time to find that payphone.

Said rest-stop payphone was thankfully near a picnic table so you could sit him down and be able to watch him carefully the whole time you made this call. Because judging by the fact this situation was happening at all, he was a slippery one.

You got out of the car and opened the back door, but he was hesitant to get out. Which, fair, you are a stranger trying to get him to a second location.

“What’s up, Bud?” you tried your hardest to not sound like a predator but boy was that a real nebulous idea, wasn’t it?

“Fredbear wants to come too,” he mutters.

“Well, sure then, let’s bring him, we’ll have a little picnic.” With no food, but hey, whatever lie it takes to get him sitting on that bench.

It was really cute the way the kid set the bear down on the table and positioned it like they were going to have a picnic together. When you find this kid’s parents, you’ll let him keep Fredbear. Toys like it when they’re given to new children, right? Wasn’t there a movie about that or something. Wincing at the grubbiness of the payphone, you reluctantly dialed the number.

“Hello, Jeff’s Pizza on Main St, are you ready to order?”

You closed your eyes, counting the seconds as you breathed in for 4 seconds, held it for 7, and released for 8.

“Hello? Are you there?”

“Yes!” you practically shouted into the receiver. So much for calming down, “please don’t hang up,” you pleaded.

“Listen, we don’t take solicitation,”

“No, uh, sorry. I’ve found a lost child who told me this was his number. Is the owner of this restaurant by chance frantically looking for their son?”

You heard some muffled conversation happening behind the phone, “Well, no, I don’t even have any kids… and I uh, am currently understaffed. Im the only one here.”

you cursed under your breath.

“Uh, alright, well…” you could tell this was getting really awkward for him.

“Could you tell me where y’all are, I’m unfamiliar with the area code,”

“Uh, Hurricane, Utah?”

… If you weren’t on the phone, you fucking swear you’d be screeching at the top of your lungs like a chimpanzee right now.

“Thank you, you know, just in case he’s just remembering an advertisement he’s seen or something,”

“Oh, okay,” there was a pause, “well I hope you find the parents or, whoever,”

“Thank you,” you’ll put him out of his misery and hang up.

“Are you sure that’s your number, Hon?”

“Uh-huh,”

“Why don’t you tell me it again, maybe I dialed it wrong,”

“435-5--” his face scrunched up in concentration, “435-555—I don’t know…”

You tried not to look visibly stressed at this answer.

“Do you know where you live?”

He moved the bears paws along with whatever little game he was playing, before looking up at you, head tilted in confusion, “Hurricane?”

Okay. Police time. If not for him, for you. The skinwalker possibility just went back up. Because, honestly, he had to have gotten in your car as a coyote or something. No way you wouldn’t’ve noticed a whole ass child entering your car.

“How does ice cream sound, huh Buddy?”

“I want ice cream!” he said hastily as if you’d change your mind if he hesitated.

“Ice cream it is then, but only if you’re good for me and the officers, okay? And tell them everything you can remember. You’re smart, right?”

“Uh-huh,”

“Great,” you smiled over clenched teeth.

After herding him back into the car, you had to take a moment to gently rest your head into the steering wheel. And it took everything within you to not smash said head into it. Or scream in agony. No, no, we mustn’t scare the child.

Tuba City wasn’t too far away. The police station was downtown, as most are. Luckily, across the street there was a paleteria with a courtyard area. The little guy got very excited when you got pulled into the parking space, so eh, what the hell, ice cream first. Maybe after a treat and some playtime in the courtyard he won’t be as wiggly and will be able to tell the cops what he knows about just where the hell he came from.

The noise of the bell chiming made you flinch as you two walked into the paleteria. You hadn’t thought you were that tightly wound right now but apparently you were wrong. The lady behind the counter greeted you warmly, and you responded in turn, trying to play it cool.

God, imagine if she got an off-vibe from you and the kid and called over the police from across the street before you even have a chance—

Deep breath. Okay. The kid you had started referring to in your head as just “Little Boy” was leaned against the display case, his breath fogging up the glass in front of him and probably leaving little handprints for the shopkeeper to clean later.

“I’m sorry about that,”

“That’s… Okay. What can I get you?” she seemed a little confused. Strange, but you brushed past it just as quickly as she did.

“Ah, what do we want?” you asked Little Boy.

He excitedly tugged on your pantleg and pointed to the popsicle he wanted, looking up at you with puppy dog eyes. He doesn’t need to convince you, but you quickly realized you were not going to be able to say no to any else after this if he deployed the same cute begging look.

“One of those cute little Tweety Bird faces,” you pointed.

“Anything else?” she handed you the popsicle and you gingerly took it.

“Nah, that’s it” you were too nauseous to eat right now.

You paid, throwing the change into the tip jar, and turned to give Little Boy the popsicle she handed you.  The words caught in your throat as you looked down to find your pantleg absent of any tugging by any Little Boy. You quickly scanned the tiny paleteria. He was nowhere to be found, anywhere in the room.

“Uh, did you see where the kid went?” you tried not to sound too panicked.

She was taken aback, also quickly looking around the room to find no one, before shaking her head, “Did you have a kid with you?”

You furiously nodded in confusion,

“I’m sorry, then I didn’t see them,” she pointed to the glass door that led to the courtyard only a few feet away from y’all, “Try outside, maybe?”

You burst outside, searching the area in a panic, but you couldn’t see him anywhere. Not hidden in the tangle of the garden, not splashing around in the fountain, not at, under, on top of, or around any of the tables.

You went to call his name, but your voice caught in your throat when you realized you didn’t have a name to call. And.

And.

Something hit your shirt. A water droplet. You looked up into the clear, blinding blue sky. Your nerves tickled as another droplet ran down your cheek. Oh, you were crying. Huh.

You took the closet seat you could find, counting the things processed by your 5 senses. It’s all you could do to not start bawling for no reason. Maybe you’ll calm down and be able to think straight soon.

Why can’t you think straight? Everything feels so fuzzy.

You should be terrified, and in a way, you were. In your heart of hearts, you knew the truth: Little Boy wasn’t real. Or at least turned back into a coyote and ran off.

As you stared vacantly into the open air, you realized you still had a dripping popsicle in your hands. Supposedly “Tweety Bird” shaped, it just looked like a yellow skull missing its mandible bone to you. How fitting.

You pulled it to your mouth. Yum. Tasted like AAAAAAAA. Or orange, according to the package.

Attempting to lick the melted yellow liquid off of your hand, you accidentally stuck the ice pop on your face. Great. Now you’re sticky all over.

God, you’ve really gone and lost your fucking marbles this time, haven’t you.

There was a bulletin kiosk a few feet down your field of vision. On that bulletin kiosk was an old poster, barely visible as it was buried under layers of other flyers. It caught your eye and seemed to burn your retinas. What little you could see was the word Freddy and part of what looked like a version of the bear you’d been toting around this whole little expedition, but that was enough.

Something clicked. You looked down at the bear hanging by your side in your other hand. The kid had shoved it into your arms so he could more easily lean on the display case, right before he disappeared the very moment you took your eyes off of him.

You know, you hadn’t really felt alone since bringing Fredbear home. And not in a good way.

Guess the name you should’ve been calling was Freddy.

You had to get rid of that bear.

***

You had been walking home like you always did, same route. But you noticed something peculiar about this time. The house that the old man had his yard sale in was now stripped of all decoration, with a For Sale sign proudly standing in the grass. No cars, and no blinds or curtains on the windows, so you could see into the den which was now devoid of any furniture.

You’ll admit it, you crept around to the other windows, searching for any signs of life at all in the empty rooms. None. No furniture, no people, no trash. The yard sale was yesterday. How did they clean this place out so thoroughly in the short amount of time between when you’d seen it last and now.

A little confuddled, you went home as usual. While strange as hell, this wasn’t a missing person’s case or anything. And it’s probably why the man was so adamant on giving you Fredbear because it was the end of the day. He had a deadline. He was skipping town.

God, you wished you could just skip town.

You frankly thought nothing of it when you unlocked the door to your apartment to see Fredbear was already seated on the couch, like he was all set to marathon whatever 30-year-old cartoon you wound up watching that night. And it’s not like your roommate hadn’t done something like this before, move a stuffed animal or action figure into a funny position for you to find later.

You hadn’t seen him much lately. Or like, at all. The only reason you knew he was still alive were the dirty dishes in the sink, dirty clothes on the floor of the bathroom, and the aforementioned moving the bear around.

Looking back now, was he moving the bear around?

If you locked the deadbolt that can’t be unlocked from the outside, you’d be guaranteed to catch him in person for once. But you weren’t willing to go through the trouble and emotional toil of doing that, however.

In the name of feeling less like a ghost haunting your own home, getting yelled at for intentionally locking your roommate out might be a wee bit counterproductive. Sure, you’d be seen and spoken to, but the harshness of his words and tone would send you into a worse episode than you were already in.

Well, at least Fredbear seemed ready to keep you company tonight...

The fact that they put unskippable advertisements on streaming services you’re paying for in the first place is criminal. Or at least regular cable tv in a trenchcoat.

You got a drink while they prattled on about luxury cars you couldn’t afford and real estate companies you weren’t going to have the privilege of patroning any time soon. Embarrassingly, as you poured the pitcher of water into a glass, you got a little distracted.

The cheap glass’s glass was only about a millimeter or two thick. You could easily just crush this cup in your hand, in one swift movement. The muscles of your arm began tensing up at the thought.

But thankfully, a loud, blaring advertisement coming from the TV snapped you out of it. And so, you promptly decided to Not Do That, because picking all of those tiny glass shards out of your flesh would be a bitch. And that was not how you wanted to spend a perfectly good Sunday night. And of course you didn’t need the questions at work tomorrow.

You returned to the couch, curiously, and you swear, that damn teddy bear followed you with its eyes. Even though they were a shiny, solid black, and the idea itself would be insane.

As you settled back down, you grabbed the remote to turn down the volume of the cheery music playing. Mysteriously, it wasn’t just a commercial with bad sound mixing, the TV itself had been turned up. Now that it had your attention, the thing that was being sold to you seemed to the state of Utah. You know, those Visit [X] ads that were commonly played between cooking shows and ghost hunting documentaries.

“Oh hey, you’re from there, right?” you poked at fredbear. And immediately felt pathetic. God, you’ve got to stop talking to inanimate objects and like get a boyfriend or something. Geez.

The imagery on the screen was just, you know, normal southwest stock footage:

A drone shot of Zion national park

Old men golfing

Owls living in holes they’ve dug into cactuses

Rock archways

A family laughing as they shared a pizza being served to them by a man in a bear suit that looked just fredbear,

“Oh, well there you are, I guess.” you once again absent-mindedly spoke to your toy friend.

Kids swimming in a fancy resort pool

A Navajo cultural event

More rock archways and red sandstone cliffs

Kids crowding around a claw machine filled with toys just like the one sitting next to you

Kids crowding around a stage as an animatronic band played

Kids crowding around a birthday cake, the light of candles bouncing off their faces as they sang along…

The fake sounding voice of the announcer rung out, “Visit Utah! You know the party can’t start without you!”

Your mouth felt dry. Good thing you now had that glass of water.

***

Of course, you did what any smart, sane person would do and feverishly ripped through the layers of old flyers to get to the advertisement for what you now knew was Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza Place. A themed diner and nickel arcade that made most of their money hosting birthday parties, by the looks of it. You knew the type; you had been an American child once too.

Good thing none of the cops were hanging around outside to fine you for littering, because the amount of paper you just released into the breeze was in fact criminal.

There was a short list of locations at the bottom of the poster. They had a few scattered over Utah, or at least they used to, judging by the harsh weathering of this poster. The closest one being in Bigwater, explaining why this poster was out here in Tuba. But the word Hurricane stood out to you like it was lit up in neon. It burned like sunlight.

It appears you are in fact on your way to Hurricane, Utah. As if you didn’t know that already at this point, you being out on the canyon rim instead of your much preferred and beloved Rockies. Well, congratulations bitch. You’ve only got another three hours to go. Better get going. Have fun!

***

Oh, this place was creepy as hell. Or it’s just late at night, and you’re sleep deprived and paranoid. In the spirit of being honest to yourself, ‘sleep deprived and paranoid’ has always been your natural state of being, but right now it’s definitely ramped up to an eleven.

But even though it’s been close to 48 hours since your last brain-reset, this place still had a certain energy about it. Like New Orleans, or the woods around lynching bridges did. That spooky oh I am Not Safe here type of energy.

The gas station-man gave you a real weird look when you stormed in and asked where the Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza Place was. Normally you would’ve chalked it up to you being a clear foreigner asking for directions as if it’s 1995, to a children’s arcade close to midnight nonetheless, but now you weren’t so sure.

You eyed the fridge full of wine in pint sized bottles and little juice cartons. But nah, you probably needed to have a quick reaction time to whatever was waiting for you in this Venus flytrap you’re willingly walking into. You grabbed a Monster instead and you know what, yeah, that probably wasn’t the best decision either. If you weren’t high strung before, you definitely were now. You felt like you could punch a bear. A Freddy Fazbear.

You bought a local map alongside the energy drink, feeling like you were gonna need it. Man, low-tech was actually kinda annoying after a while. You got the gas station-man to begrudgingly mark Fazbear’s down onto it for you. Apparently, it and all other locations within town had closed down some twenty years ago. Not many people are still around who remember why, he said, but it had something to do with the faulty animatronics. Teenagers told ghost stories and dared each other to spend the whole night in the dining room. But otherwise, beyond the rumors, the original Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza Place was just an empty, scorched building. And the other various locations like Jr’s or Circus Baby’s had been sold off, passing so many hands who knows what businesses were in there now. But you could still kinda tell, if you paid attention, in the same way you can tell if something used to be a Pizza Hut.

What you really wanted, according to gas station-man, whose nametag read Gary, was this new location that was opening soon, simply named Freddy’s Pizzeria. It’s set to open for business in September, so you’re lucky. He marked it one your map as well.

You don’t know why Gary was so nice to you. Maybe it was the harrowed look in your eyes. Maybe it was the twitchiness. Maybe Gary is just very bored of this tourist town and was looking to fall madly in love with a random troubled soul he met at midnight in a gas station and would wind up running away with to some far-off place. If that was the case, sorry Gary. You were too busy with the metaphorical torture labyrinth to care about romance at the moment.

You couldn’t decide if the haunted Fredbear would want to see an old location or the new one. You asked, but of course the fucker didn’t answer. Just sat there with his smug grin and glassy eyes that followed your hand movements. So, you quite literally tossed a coin. A new mint, the face side had Eleanor Roosevelt on it. And she marked the fact that you were going to try the new location first, and then try the original building next. Cool.

***

Your patience was kinda at its limit here, you’ll admit. You really should get some sleep soon. Or eat. Since you were hellbent on getting here and nothing else, the only thing on your stomach besides that wretched Tweety Bird popsicle is half a monster energy. Guess you’ll go by a fucking Denny’s after this. If you survive.

If you were going to die horrifically, you’d really rather the forces that be make it snappy. This was getting ridiculous.

You pulled into the parking lot. The building clearly wasn’t new but had been freshly painted. Nothing creepy so far. As you stared down the building, sizing it up, you noticed there was one car parked in the front, and a few of the windows were lit up.

Cool, so there was someone in there. Great. That makes, well whatever this is, much harder.

The door was locked.

You could hear music playing from inside. You banged on the door as loudly as you could manage, and it still took a couple of minutes before the music stopped. And then a very disgruntled man in coveralls was in the doorway, tiredly asking just what the fuck you wanted at this time of night.

He smiled to cover up his rudeness, but the smile stretched a little too wide, inhumanly wide, and a shiver ran down your spine.

You took him in, unashamedly raking your eyes over his form. He stood awkwardly, as if ready to bolt at any moment. What you could see of his build made him out to be weirdly skinny. That unnaturally wide smile gave way to some exposed teeth on the left side of his face. His eyes were shadowed by his bangs in the backlight of the door, but you swore they almost glowed themselves. His complexion was greyish and bordered on almost purple in this lighting.

Despite all this, he was still pretty handsome. Well, you did always think some of those creepypasta guys were boyfriend material. Maybe, you wouldn’t mind getting chopped up into little pieces if this guy was the one doing it. Okay, and maybe you’ve been sleeplessly chasing ghosts too long.

Startling you, he reached his hand to grab your shoulder, a little too fast.

“Hey mate, are you okay?” He asked nervously,

It snapped you out of your stupor, realizing you had yet to say a word to him, “Uh, yes, I just wanted to…”

How do you even fucking ask this. “Hey, can I bring a stuffed bear to your dining room so maybe it’s spirit will leave me alone? Maybe conduct a séance or something?” Seriously, did you even know what you were doing here? Shit. Okay.

“I wanted to ask if I could check out your facility?” came out like a question because even you had no clue what you were saying.

“Come back tomorrow in the daylight, then,” he began closing the door, shaking his head in annoyance, “or perhaps when we’re actually open.”

“NO!” you slammed your foot into the door as he closed it, “AAGH!”

“Jesus Christ! WHY.”

Dear lord, this man now 100% thinks you’re a crackhead.

“Just, don’t close that door, okay,” his brows scrunched together as you grit your teeth to swallow down the pain, “I need you to help me.”

“I really don’t have any money to spar--”

“I’M HERE BECAUSE OF A GHOST,” you interrupted. Finally, you managed to get that out somehow, if nonsensical.

A look of recognition flickered in his glowing eyes. He lowered into your space, kind of intimidatingly. Or intimately. Yeah, no, this was hostile, don’t fool yourself.

“What kind of ghost,” he asked suspiciously.

“Uh,” shit, okay, “the weird, haunted doll kind? Uh, like the ones the McElroy brothers are always bidding on on eBay. Or maybe this is kind of a Ben Drowned kinda situation, I’m not completely sure.”

He blinked, “okay, I only understood a few of those words, but—”

“It’s a Freddy teddy bear that really wanted me to take it to Hurricane, okay?” You really were at the end of your rope at the moment, “I have literally driven here for days straight on no sleep and barely any food and I need this Unauthorized Fucking Thing to find it’s eternal peace or kill me in some horrible way so I can hurry up and get on with my goddamn life,”

“Uh, see… the thing is,” he started to retreat back again, slowly moving his hands like he was trying to calm down a spooked animal.

 You realized what was about to happen, and it must have been visible in your eyes, since his huge unnatural placating smile returned,

“I actually don’t want anything to do with that, sooo…”

“PLEASE—” you reached out in blind panic, but he dodged it. (now if only you could’ve dodged the scooper like that Mikey)

The door slammed in your face.

Your breathing was ragged and fogged up the glass as he locked it again. You stared up at those glowing pinprick pupils of his as he gave you an apologetic little wave goodbye. And then he fucking made a big show of pointing at the closed sign before turning tail to disappear back into the darkness of the empty restaurant.

Okay.

Just a little setback. You’ll go to the older location first, now, and come back when this asshole is sleeping. Can’t be too hard to bust out one of those windows, and you doubt he has an alarm set up already. It’s his fault, really. If he didn’t want property damage, then he should’ve just let you in. Not like you haven’t warned him that you were desperate or anything.

Just gonna go to the other location. You’ve got your map, you’ve got a tank full of gas, and you’ve got chutzpah.

Now what you don’t have? Is a car that will start.

[dr-ground-zero]

No way!

(This is a Kiribaku snzfic for my medical AU. obviously all characters are over 18 for this)

Dating? Katsuki? Hell no, no way in hell would he date, especially not a co-worker! Not a chance!

No one actually thought Katsuki would date anyone. Besides who’d like him back, right? And he was glad to keep it that way. He didn’t need everyone up in his love life. Keeping up his loud mouth angry man persona did the job while he did his. Tending to patients in his ER. He was fixing hearts not letting the big redhead sweetheart play with his~ Totally not having the stupidest crush on the radiologist, nope, no way! And there’s no way in hell that he had a date planned for the two of them to go out to dinner after their shift ended!

No fucking way!

And not a chance in the world that he had gotten sick the day of their date.

“Dammit! Stupid fucking germs!” He grumbled to himself while blowing his nose in the bathroom hoping no one else could hear him. Leaning against the cold tile wall, he pressed his wrist to his forehead as he sighed. There was no way in hell he was canceling this date over the sniffles! He wasn’t running a fever, and if so it was low-grade at best! He looked at his watch, he only had to survive two more hours and he was home free! He could do this, he lasted the other 8 hours, and two more would be a piece of cake!

Looking in the mirror he straightened himself up after watching his hands. Good gods did he look tired, I mean he could just blame it on the 11 almost 12-hour shift! Dark circles under his dull red eyes, the pinkness on his cheeks and nose being the only color to his face. His hair disheveled as if no matter how much he brushed his hands through it, it would go right back to looking like a mess! Who cares not like he’d-

“Oh hey, Katsuki!” Shit. Right as Katsuki walked out of the bathroom he was met by Eijirou who was holding a tablet in his hands.

“Hey, did you get the imaging done?” Katsuki asked, Eijirou nodded before pointing out the paleness on the other’s face.

“You alright? You look pale” Waving off his concerns Katsuki referred back to the imaging results. Shrugging Eijirou handed Katsuki the tablet as they walked back over to the nurse’s station. As they did Katsuki did his best to ignore the buzzing in his sinuses, dear god it was annoying! But he didn’t need this escalating, so he just gave his bridge a subtle rub in hopes of pushing it away. Talking through it didn’t help though.

“Yeah, everything appears ready to r-relocate, the swelling’s down a-and, and no n-nerves have gotten s-stuck.” The more he talked the stronger that buzzing got, spreading through his nose as if it wanted a full exorcism of what was irritating it. Maybe he could get away with just stifling it, right? Shouldn’t be too bad, just one and-

“H’Knggnt! Heh’aengt! Kgnnt! Ugh” “Oh bless you, you okay?” “huh? Yeah yeah I’mb fide, sorry.” Katsuki reassured while roughly rubbing at his nose between his pinched fingers. Though Eijirou wasn’t convinced, he hesitated on pressing the matter. Eijirou knew how the doctor could be when it came to things, so he just decided to keep an eye on him.

After going over the results, Katsuki went to go off to his patient but before he could leave Eijirou asked him.

“We still on for tonight?” His voice was low enough so not many could hear, Katsuki nodded and gave a quiet.

“Of course, no reason to cancel, why?” “just checking in, ya know if you’re not feeling good we can always reschedule.” “Over my dead body, shitty hair, I’mb perfectly fide.” “Alright alright, if you say so. Can’t wait~” Eijirou said before practically skipping off to his next scan. Katsuki huffed and leaned against the large desk wall of the station when.

“Aaaw someone doesn’t wanna admit to their work hubby they’re sick~” Katsuki whipped his head around to see a bright-eyed smirking blond behind the desk. Okay, maybe one person knew about him and Eijirou. Katsuki frowned and glared at him.

“Shut up, Duracell I’mb fide, and stop callig him that!” He barked, Denki rolled his eyes still dawning his proud smirk as he twirled a pen between his fingers.

“Oh please Katsuki, even I can see that you’re sick, you sound awful.” “I do dnot sound awful!” “uh-huh, you sound congested and your throat sounds like it hurts.” Katsuki sneered at the other doctor questioning what the hell he wanted hoping to steer the subject away from his obvious cold.

“Oh, nothing just came here to watch you two love birds stare at each other, and to finish charting.” “We were dnot staring w-we we” Ugh that stupid tickle was back with vengeance! Katsuki turned away once again to squash down the oncoming fit.

“H’knggxt Eh��enk! Gxxng! NGT’CHih! Guh, ugh dabmit” Denki the tissue box over to him with a look of concern.

“Bless you, you sure you don’t wanna cancel?” Snatching up a handful of tissues to blow his nose, Katsuki once again stated.

“Over. my. dead. body” Then blew his nose harshly, you could hear just how stuffed up he was. And all the pressure from this made his head hurt. He swallowed a groan and tried to compose himself, looking back at his watch he sighed. Time needed to go faster!

When his shift had finally ended Katsuki was ready to go to bed! He trudged into the locker room to put his lab coat into his locker and put on some more casual clothes. Thankfully he had the decency to bring his date night outfit with him. Seeing as it was late December almost January the outfit was a warm one, but that didn’t help with the god-awful chill creeping into his achy body. As he makes it out to the parking lot he’s practically smacked with the power gust of wind. Pulling his coat around him to try and shield himself from the frigid air, Katsuki looked for Eiijrou. He didn’t see him, was he still inside? Was he running late? I swear if he forgot again!

It was too cold to be out here, thankfully it wasn’t snowing yet but still, it was cold! Being out here was not doing him any favors. His nose was running like crazy, sniffling and rubbing at it only made it angrier and the dry air was killing his throat! Blasted shitty hair where the fuck are you! Before Katsuki could even register as the chilly breeze swept through his body mustering up a sneeze he didn’t have time to stifle.

“HAAASTTIIEEW!” “Bless you blasty” Katsuki froze in place hearing that nickname, and then he felt an arm wrap around his shoulder. When he looked up he was met with that familiar loving shark-toothed grin and red hair. Katsuki tried to act like he wasn’t impressed and grumbled out.

“The hell were you?” “Sorry sorry, my locket got jammed so I couldn’t get into it. Had to get help.” “You ready or dnot?” “hm, yeah, we’re taking my car since I know you walked to work. Plus I know you don’t wanna walk over to the restaurant-” Before Eijirou could finish he could hear the soft hitches coming from Katsuki. Looking over he watched as the blond’s shoulders hiked and how his hands fanned at his face lightly before grabbing at his nose.

“Huh!’kgnnk! Uh’hnnk! Ugh” “Bless you, you shouldn’t do that you know” Eijirou chastised lightly, Katsuki rolled his eyes at this.

“I’b fide, Eijirou” “Uh-huh, you sound sick.” “dno I dodn’t I feel perf-feeh heh! Ugh, perfectly fide.” Eijirou unlocked his car and opened the door for Katsuki so he could get inside first before getting in on the driver’s side. Locking the doors and starting the car, Eijirou couldn’t ignore the exhaustedness on Katsuki’s face, the coughing, or the sniffling. As he drove out of the lot he let Katsuki know where were some tissues in the glove compartment which he silently took.

When they got to a red light Eijirou looked over to check on Katsuki who was huddled in the passenger seat shivering and holding a tissue to his red nose. Eijirou reached over and pressed the back of his hand to Katsuki’s forehead, this got a surprised look out of him and a.

“The fuck are you doig, shitty hair?” “Feeling your forehead, you’re running warm.” “the hell are you talking about I-I ih huh i’b freezig” “That’s probably the fever talking, alright, we’re taking a detour,” Eijirou said clicking on his turn signal, Katsuki looked a little confused wondering what he meant by that. Eijirou then turned on the seat heater for Katsuki’s seat. He watched as the blond relaxed once the warmth of it settled in. Instead of turning towards their original destination for their dinner Eijirou turned to a convenience store. He told Katsuki to stay in the car, the heat would stay on. Leaving Katsuki inside, he remained curled up enjoying the warmth of Eijirou’s car. Since he was alone he tried blowing his nose once again but he was way too congested. Nothing was moving, his nose was completely blocked! What the hell was Eijirou doing in there anyway? When Eijirou did come back out after what felt like forever with some bags. Katsuki asked about what he had bought and all Eijirou said was.

“We’re still gonna have our date, that’s all you need to worry your pretty lil head about~” With that said Eijirou started driving again this time turning down to Katsuki's apartment. Katsuki was still perplexed why was he taking Katsuki home? He was fine, sure probably not the best but he’d be fine if he took some medicine. Eijirou found a place to park, grabbed the bags, and opened Katsuki’s car side door.

“Come on let's get you inside” Pulling Katsuki to him by the waist as they walked into the apartment complex. Katsuki flinched a tad but didn’t pull away and just followed Eijirou inside. Making it to Katsuki's apartment, Katsuki unlocked the door to let them inside. Eijirou told him to get comfortable on the couch and to pick out a movie. Slipping off his shoes and shrugging off his coat, Katsuki lazily nodded and trudged over to the couch while asking what Eijirou was doing. Eijirou set down the bag of items and went through them, placing some of them on the coffee table.

“You like tea right?” “huh yeah” “That’s what I thought.” He says while grabbing a tea box and then grabbing the thermometer he had in his backpack he carries around. Holding it up to Katsuki’s mouth he asks him to open up so he can take his temperature. Katsuki took the tool out of his hand and put it in his mouth himself while grumbling.

“You dodn’t dneed to take care of bme” Kirishima then planted a soft kiss on Katsuki’s forehead before heading to the kitchen leaving the blond blushing and flustered. What’d he do that for?! Leaning back into the couch cushions with a surprised look on his face, what the hell did he do to score such a sweet guy?! While waiting for the thermometer to beep his nose went from completely blocked to running like a broken faucet. Sniffling with the tool in his mouth wasn’t helping considering he couldn’t breathe well in the first place. He tried sniffling enough to keep the mess at bay but the more he snuffled the worse the brewing tickle got. No matter how careful he was he could feel it spiking and getting close to climaxing. It was like a dangerous balancing act, he didn’t think he could last very long trying to hold back. His eyes watering with desperation and his poor nose twitching with need, he prayed this stupid thing beeped soon. With each hitching breath he knew he was only getting closer to losing control, already his hand searching for a tissue just in case, he knew this was gonna be explosive, to say the least.

Beep beep! FINALLY! Taking the thermometer out of his mouth he grabbed a tissue just barely in time!

“HAAATSSSSHIIEW! HAT’SHIIIEEW! At’SHIIIIEEW!” “bless you!” Called out the redhead, Katsuki groaned as he grabbed for more tissues once he realized that fit soaked the tissue he had in his hands. Pressing more to his nose he gave a loud blow not noticing Eijirou coming around the corner with a mug of tea.

“Goodness, you alright?” “huh yeah I’b fide, just a couple of sneezes.” Handing over the tea, Eijirou took the thermometer looked at the numbers, and frowned.

“38.6 C (101.5F) Yup I knew you were running a fever.” Just as Eijirou finished his sentence he felt the weight on the couch shift and a warmth pressed against his shoulder. Looking over to see Katsuki nestled up tiredly, Eijirou grabbed a nearby blanket and draped it over the blond doctor.

“Tell adyode about this and a-and I-I ihh hih! Hah’knggnk! Kill you” He muttered between sneezes, Eijirou chuckled softly and shifted himself so his back was against the armrest and pillow. Moving Katsuki so he’d lay on his chest in an elevated position.

“Don’t worry, I don’t plan on it till you say it's okay. Now just relax.” Katsuki let out a small noise and curled up a little though not as tense as before, his shivering slowed down as he took on the shared body heat of his partner. Quietly sipping on his tea, Katsuki sighed as the warmth felt good throughout his entire body especially his throat, and the steam was helping with his congestion, albeit killing his tissue supply.

The two spent the night watching a movie together on the couch under the blanket. Katsuki hated that they couldn’t have an actual date like he had planned but, he was okay with this. As long as he got to spend time with his beloved radiologist and med tech, he didn’t care. Turning over he gave Eijirou a soft kiss on the lips and went back to watching the movie pretending like he didn’t just do that. Eijirou on the other hand was bright red in the face looking in shock.

“k-k-Katsuki!?” “hm?” Katsuki hummed trying not to laugh as he could hear the embarrassment in his stammering.

“Y-you kissed me!” “Duh stupid, I’ve done it before,” He says just to mess with him, knowing it would only fluster Eijirou harder. He tried to hide the smirk on his face as he shifted in Eijirou’s lap eyes looking back at the TV. Katsuki wasn’t the best at showing his love for people, usually, it was acts of service and remembering important things about a person. Katsuki didn’t do physical affection, especially not around people. He knew Eijirou lived for it, and well no one else was around~

A few kisses and some cuddling wouldn’t kill him.

As the night went on Katsuki grew tired and wound up falling asleep on Eijirou. Eijirou couldn’t help but snap a picture, plus he could send it to- OH shit! He sent it to the group chat and not just to Katsuki, Shit shit shit shit shit! Maybe people wouldn’t notice?! Fuck why couldn’t he delete it! Stupid ‘no deleting’ policy! Maybe people wouldn’t notice, maybe they’d ignore it!

They didn’t ignore it! The group chat got flooded by morning by a bunch of texts.

“EIJIROU!” Eijirou was shaken from his pleasant sleep hoping that it was all a dream. But there was Katsuki who looked ready to kill him while holding the phone in his hand.

“You sent that stupid pic to the group chat you dumbfuck!” “Hey hey hey I tried to delete it, I’m sorry!” “There’s so much fucking text, god dammit!” “I’m sure it's not that bad” Katsuki then showed him the long string of texts from their colleagues with different reactions. Some said ‘I knew it’ and some said ‘holy shit you two are dating!’ ‘you guys are so cute together!’ ‘finally scored your work husband!’ and many more.

Eijirou sighed and apologized again, this time Katsuki just rolled his eyes and flopped back onto the couch.

“Ugh, it's whatever, they would’ve foud out ehh heh! ETSSSHIIEW! Evedtually” Eijirou passed over a couple of tissues to him before getting up from the couch.

“How about I make you some chicken noodle soup to make it up to you” How could Katsuki turn that offer down, he couldn’t.

“That’ll work~” He said with a lil bit of sass in his tone, when Eijirou went off to the kitchen Katsuki went back to his phone. Rolling his eyes in annoyance when some of the other nurses ‘asked’ “think you could share him? You can’t keep that cutie to yourself”

That annoyed Katsuki, but he wasn’t the possessive type, totally wasn’t. He totally didn’t sneakily take a picture of Eijirou cooking, and send it to his socials. Totally not with the caption

‘Look at my cute boyfriend’

No.way!~

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers! Spread the self-love ❤️

Emmerson, my dearest dear, thank you so so much for the lovely ask! A bit of self-love and self-hype is always a good idea 😊💜

Because I got several lovely self-rec asks I'm giving you my favorite AUs I've written 😘

Would you fall for me? (explicit | 8.8k) - my try at enemies to lovers

Dustin hugged him again and when he pulled away he patted Eddie on the back and said, "Great. Maybe you and Steve will finally bury the hatchet, now that you both have to help me plan the wedding.” "Sorry, I think I heard wrong. It almost sounded like —" Eddie started, praying that he had indeed misheard Dustin, because no way in hell... Dustin let out an exasperated sigh. "You didn't. Steve is also my best man." At Eddie's horrified look, Dustin added, "I really don't understand why you two hate each other so much. I think you could be great friends if you both just stopped acting like kids, man." "He started it," Eddie grumbled like the very mature adult he was. This was going to end in disaster, he fucking knew it.

Suitcase of Memories (explicit | 55.7k) - my first and only big bang, written with the amazing @legitcookie 💜

In a bygone era, two men overcome all societal norms and find an instant, powerful connection that defies all odds. Their secret love blossoms in the shadows, forming an unbreakable bond. However, fate eventually intervenes, cruelly tearing them apart. Fast forward to the present day, Steve awakens from a startling dream that feels surprisingly real, like he was really there. The memory of it haunts his every waking moment, making him question if he somehow recognizes the mysterious, curly-haired stranger playing his guitar at a street-corner, although they have never met before. Steve continues to cross paths with this enigmatic figure, Eddie, until they surrender to fate and their instant attraction. As their relationship deepens, Steve's dreams become increasingly vivid, detailed, and intense, leaving him with an uncanny sense of familiarity. They also strangely reflect the growing romance and struggles of his newfound relationship. Is it all just a coincidence, or is there a deeper connection that defies the boundaries of time and fate?

we were meant to be (we live happily in my fantasy) (explicit | 5.6k) - my try at rockstar!Eddie

Eddie Munson has it all. The big mansion with more bathrooms than anyone could ever need, five platinum albums in as many years, countless awards to show the world that the trailer trash from a shithole town in Indiana had made it, and enough money to buy said shithole town if he ever wanted to. Which he certainly didn't, thank you very much. The only good thing about this hellhole is his uncle, who still refuses to live anywhere else. Eddie Munson also has the most gorgeous date of all the Grammy attendees on his arm, smiling charmingly at the flashing cameras and winning the hearts of everyone he so much as looks at. Or: Eddie is a Big-Shot-Rockstar and Steve is the escort he hired to get people off his back. Too bad he fell in love with him.

I’ll keep you like an oath (may nothing but death do us part) (mature | 20k) - finally, I tried my hand at the fake dating trope!

When Steve's grandmother dies, he finds out that he can only get his inheritance - half a million dollars - if he marries someone. It's her way of forcing Steve to live a heterosexual life. Sucks for her that gay marriage has been legalized since she wrote her will. Sucks for Steve that he doesn't have a man or woman in his life to marry. Cue Eddie Munson, roommate and best friend of Robin's girlfriend Chrissy and the guy Steve has had a crush on for years. What could possibly go wrong?

Emotional Motion Sickness (explicit | 16.5k) - emotional porn, pure and simple

"This is actually my first time in a gay bar and I had no idea it was a theme night, that people would be here looking for... for... leather and chains and whatnot. If I knew that, I wouldn't have come." It comes out in a rush, the words stumbling over each other in his haste to get them out as quickly as possible. Steve fights the urge to bury his head in his hands again, but part of him is glad he got it all out. Now he can only hope that Eddie still wants to talk to him, because he likes Eddie, and he may not be into the same things as him, but maybe... Steve doesn't know what he's hoping for, only that he doesn't want his night to end without at least getting Eddie's number. Maybe they can at least be friends. Steve really needs more gay friends, ones who don't send him to a bar without telling him they have theme nights.

[sqwdkllr]

dude your art is so amazing..i fucking love how you do anatomy, and linework, its just so perfect and also your qsmp designs??!? so fucking cool. your deathduo especially is so so dear to me<3 and your bluebird au(/aus?) amd your bluebird art in general its just so <33333…and your qsmp entities like cucu and eye creature and especially baribel, MAN those are singlehandedly my favorite qnpc designs theyre so great like. how the eye guy just has Teeth that come out of his head wherever?? and all your little headcanons about the bears??? THEYRE SO COOL MAN. and your philza with the patches on his pants n the baby zombie scar on his leg (also whats the scar on his nose from?)(also also i love your phils hair, like the short with the little braid its so neat:DD), and pommes hijab braids, and the zippers on th back of cucu and ositos heads (i have yet to figure out what those are for but ehatever theyre cool anyway) n just like. the thought and detail that goes into them, im rambling but aa<333 theyre all amazing:) OU AND YOUR COMICS,, i love love love how you structure n format them because theyre so dynamic and interesting while still being super readable and the ART IVE SAID IT ALREADY BUT I NEED TO SAY IT AGAIN I LOVE YOUR STYLE SO MUCH. its just so nice. like how you use general shapes and like i dont know how to explain it but its cool:)) your art lives in this little spot in my brain rent free…made me subconsciously kind of incorporated stuff you do into my own art process like sketching shit in blue LOL

anyway sorry for the wall of text i just needed to rant a tiny bit because youre one of my fsvorite artists n you inspire me so much ssob,,anyway have a good day mate

This ask makes my heart explode oh my goddd. I'm so happy you enjoy the stuff I put out augghh that so sweet THIS ENTIRE MESSAGE IS SO SWEET WTF. I hope you are ready for a ramble about hc/theory/design choices. Seriously its long-

I have so many head canons I like showing. Some lean towards theory territory and others I legitimately do not believe in myself BUT I like drawing it out because WHY NOT !!?? I like the whimsy of it all

THE BLUEBIRD AU is purely me having fun. Its such an angst filled au that is coated with a mask of nuclear family and hurt/comfort. In reality its like being hit with a sauce pan repeatedly. I'm more of a scientist Jaiden believer personally. DON’T GET ME STARTED ON DEATHDUO- Man I want to go back to drawing self-indulgent stuff for that. Fuck this ask is making my brain engine go insane AUGHH-

Like stuff about Osito just being a huge flirt because of their exposure to Roier from the beginning or Baribal being a pot head, yeah those sort of head cannons I'm sure people are dying to hear from me (sarcasm). Or more serious ones like the relationship, more like lack of, between Cucurucho and Baribal being one of miscommunication that snowballed into hate but never enough to kill each other. Literally the trope of "twins separated where one is raised within evil and other is forced to take them down" but it's very dark grey from both sides. YESSIR

Or other theory territory like federation not knowing that Cucurucho and Osito are not the same person because it’s a secret- BUT THAT’S VERY FANON/THEORY TERRITORY AND TOO CONVOLUTED FOR HERE-

Oh and of course more tame head cannons like sexualities and stuff. Cucurucho is aromantic to me. All of them are transgender. The entire fed staff. Fuck even the purgatory island goobers. No real concept of what gender is and sort of adopted what the islanders do or what the federation refers to them as. It's just not a thing, same with labels on sexuality. If you like someone then you just like them and that’s how it rolls !!

THE WATCHER. MAN DO I HAVE THOUGHTS ON THIS GUY. Like actual constant threat and you are left scrambling trying to figure out the rules of not pushing the wrong buttons so you stay alive. I know his concept art had like him as a human at some point, but I like fungus goop watcher more. Little goober who just so happen to survive the longest, learn the most, and as a result evolve to what he is now. Eventually became strong enough to overthrow the previous leader (and consume them-) and is now king of the purgatory island in privacy. Until the new islanders were sent there ofc. So yeah, bro is very old, its why Cucurucho has no clue who this dude is when he does get to put a face to the name.

PHILZA. This guy is the kinda guy to put survival above all. So I like to imagine that not only would he be covered in scars because he tanks most of the hits and is generally a very selfless person- SOME SCARS HAVE A REASON ! The zombie scar being one of course, semi infected bc I like to think that he did not die in his hc world but rather came close to it. And his buildings is what caught the attention of the goddess of death and allowed for her to give him immortality and be her eyes in the mortal realm as her angel of death. So the poison is still in his foot, just unmoving. Stuck in time just like his body unable to age. As for the scar on his cheek? Nightmare Stalker grabbing him by the face and throwing him in the ocean the second time he tried to get up to save Tallulah. The only evidence left of that night happening. YES SHORT HAIR PHILZA AND POMME WITH A HIJAB YESSS

The zippers are supposed to show that their "head" is not actually what they look like. It’s a helmet/mask. I don't draw their real faces out of fear of making them look too "human" but rather I enjoy the implication that they COULD LOOK LIKE any other islander. Isn’t the thought that this horrible twisted shell of a being could look just as human as you so much more eerie? I dunno I was watching horror analysis videos of the unknown while building the fanon side of them- Now why their masks can emote?,,, its cartoon logic !! And it's cute I have so many thoughts on these guys can you tell? OH MY GODD THANK YOU THO. Augh this is the sweetest message ive ever read pls.im so so very glad these little guys can make you happy. That’s such an honor fr !!

[lectercunt]

working on any new fics?? i’m obsessed with both of your hannibal fics kajdhsjsj also if you have fic recommendations i’d love to read them!!!

hey! thank you so much for this ask :3

i'm sorry its taken me so long to reply, but i got carried away with the second portion of your ask asjsdlkdgjlk

as far as what i'm working on — too many WIPs, actually! i have a few things im working on actively right now, though. ranging from my post-fall eatingdisordered!hannibal fic, a trans!hannibal penetration issues fic, a professor will / student hannibal au fic, a twink nigel / married bobby on vacation au, a period sex fic post-catacombs, omega hannibal / alpha will regency au and so so so much more LOL

i'm hoping to try and get one more thing posted before the end of 2022, so cross your fingers for me so that ADHD doesn't win!

as for the fic recommendations, under the read below i've compiled my most reached for and most read. there is no numbered order, except for the first one, which has my heart forever. please be cautious with the tags and warnings in each fic, as i have not listed everything in my summaries. i've tagged a few of the below as dead dove where it is warned explicitly in the author's notes.

stink in the nostrils - murdertrout

this is the only fic that has a numbered place. it is my favorite fic of all time and has completely rearranged my brain chemistry and enthralled me time and time again.

secret omega hannibal / alpha will; hannibal avenges himself on his identity by putting will behind bars. will retaliates, and both get more than they bargained for

to beg - jonnimir

dom will / sub hannibal; blow job / cock worship; begging

put your aching teeth to good use my dear - wormsin

alpha will / omega hannibal; alternate ending to fromage; upon seeing hannibal alive in the office post-tobias, will goes into a feral rut. hannibal attempts to pacify him

to the victor go the spoils - zipegs

trans hannibal / cis will; after dinner with hannibal, alana leaves, but will stays

incubus - stratswrites, whiskeyandspite

dream demon nigel / will; will is dying, and nobody knows why; fear kink; dead dove

satisfied - h0neybeebear

trans will / trans hannibal; pillow prince will; sex toys; scent kink

prime - youaremydesign

alpha will / omega hannibal; feral & dark; weaponplay; piss; hunting

beautiful hell - bleakmidwinter

first time bottoming hannibal / will

a world of hurt - h0neybeebear

cis will / trans hannibal; bdsm; pussy paddling; subspace

feral - stratswrites

secret omega hannibal / alpha will; feral heat; nontraditional a/b/o

like it was religion - sourweather

hannibal is fucked by an angel; somnophilia; tentacles

torture - minorobsessions (draculard)

dom will / sub hannibal; coming untouched; bondage; dead dove

petals - sourweather

trans nigel / cis adam; childhood friends; reunited; angst+fluff+smut

just one more - highermagic

indulgent trans hannibal / insatiable cis will; oral sex; multiple orgasms

asserting dominance - jonnimir

omega hannibal / married alpha will; hannibal and will have a mating bond, but will is married to molly now so hannibal sends the dragon after will's family and provokes will to cruelty; breeding+pregnancy implications; dead dove

so shed your skin and lets get started - godfearing

will / hannibal; burnplay; power dynamics

the man you only meet once - highermagic

mafia boss hannibal / dark will; bdsm; uncivilized possessiveness

the distance is quite simply much too far for me to row - softhan

post-fall; complications from injuries; vulnerable hannibal

we could be discreet - angelic_disaster

professor dom will / student sub hannibal

break open your chest (just to count your heartbeats) - everybreathagift

will has a suspicion, hannibal confirms it drunk; dom will /sub hannibal

certain dark things - multifandom_fanfic_writer

biological bdsm; dom will / secret sub hannibal; for forty years hannibal has defied his dynamic - enter will graham

whenever, however, wherever - thesilverqueen

dark vampire will / sub selkie hannibal; angst and smut with happy ending

well upon our way - fatal_drum

will fists hannibal for the first time

in clumsiness and in perfection - thesilverqueen

dark dom will / young sub hannibal; bdsm au

suspended in disbelief - agarina_amigara

dark dom will / sub hannibal; shibari bondage suspension; exercise+strength kink

grace - youaremydesign

god+statue will / nonbinary devotee hannibal; size difference; implied pregnancy; bottom hannibal; a king needs his queen, and hannibal knows it is destiny to be that for their god of fertility

softly sweetly - thecountessolivia

will experiences erectile dysfunction; hannibal doesn't mind, worshipful even

[greywolfheirs]

malkolai + mal meeting madraya and mal a nervous mess

Send me Malkolai prompts!

Today I present another fic of questionable quality. Tomorrow? Who knows! (Also, I love your prompts, so don't feel bad about sending them!)

Anyway yeah I never read the Shadow and Bone series so I don't know much about madraya but I hope this still manages to fit in canon? If not, consider it an AU lol.

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“Are you absolutely sure this is a good idea?” Mal asked, his thousandth question in so many hours.

For the thousandth time, Nikolai responded with a reassuring smile. “Yes, Mal, I’m sure.”

“I just want to remind you that I have no real family titles and I’m not even the Firebird anymore,” Mal pointed out, adjusting his collar nervously. “I’m a nobody.”

Nikolai stepped forward and fixed the collar. “And I’d just like to remind you that you’re a hero to the world. But even if you weren’t, you’re the one I chose to spend the rest of my life with, which means you’re not a nobody for long. You’re definitely someone to me.”

Leaning forward more, Nikolai captured Mal’s lips in a soft kiss. His shoulders relaxed, as if that one act reassured him more than any words had. It sent a thrill through Nikolai, knowing that he brought comfort to his boyfriend.

No, fiancé, he reminded himself.

That was the whole point of this: announcing Nikolai’s engagement to the queen mother. Mal had proposed to Nikolai on the deck of the Volkvony weeks earlier. It could never be an official marriage, of course, with Nikolai needing alliances more than air, but it was the one that mattered. Still, Nikolai felt it important that his mother know, lest she have a more public reaction later on. She hadn’t spoken to Mal more than in passing, so it was also an opportunity for Mal to meet her. Hence the nerves.

Less than an hour later, they were at a small dining table. The former queen was at the head, with Nikolai and Mal on either side of the table. Although stiff, Mal had gotten through introductions and it was going smoothly.

“Madraya,” Nikolai said as they began their second course, “I’m afraid I wasn’t entirely honest about my reasons for introducing you to Mal.”

The man in question stiffened more, and avoided Tatiana’s eyes as she replied, “Do tell dear.”

Nikolai cleared his throat. “The truth is, he and I have gotten closer than ever these past few months, and…and we’ve decided to marry.”

Tatiana blinked, fork poised midair. “Oh.”

“It’ll be a small ceremony, not announced to the public,” Nikolai rushed to clarify. “It’s just—well, to be frank, he’s the love of my life and I couldn’t bear to be with anyone else.”

Mal relaxed fractionally at that, directing a small smile towards Nikolai, who easily returned it.

“I didn’t realize—well I suppose congratulations are in order.” Tatiana said awkwardly.

“Thank you, mother,” Nikolai said, relaxing entirely. But it was a little early for relief.

“Of course, you’ll have to find heirs,” the queen mother added conversationally. “Although it’s good you can’t produce one together.”

“Sorry, why’s that?” Nikolai asked.

“Well not only is he a commoner,” Tatiana began, causing Nikolai’s heart to sink, “but he’s got Morozova blood in him.”

“Well, yes, but it’s not like it means anything anymore,” Mal clarified before Nikolai could respond.

“Well, it might mean something down the line,” Tatiana corrected. “Especially since it would taint the Lantsov bloodline.”

“Taint?” Mal asked, echoing Nikolai’s thoughts. “Morozova’s been dead for ages—and one man’s actions don’t define his ancestors.”

“Well, yes, of course,” Tatiana reassured him. “But he’s got Grisha in the family.”

“Madraya—” Nikolai began, but Mal was already reacting. Fuck, this wasn’t ending well, was it?

“I’m sorry, are you still caught up on Grisha?” he demanded. “After all they’ve done for you?”

“Mal,” Nikolai warned.

“Well, it’s not as if everything they’ve done has helped,” Tatiana said with a laugh. “The only reason we needed the Sun Summoner was because another Grisha caused problems.”

“And the actions of the few tell us about the Grisha as a whole?” Mal was getting angry now, instigated by the mention of Alina.

“Of course not but your ancestors are a part of that few aren’t they?”

“Mother, may I remind you—” Nikolai’s voice was entirely ignored.

“Did my sacrifice not make up for those mistakes? Or would you prefer it stay permanent?”

“Why, that is an utterly outlandish question to ask! Of course I appreciate your actions for our country and that you managed to survive them.”

“Yet you still speak against Grisha as if their lives are worth—”

“Alright!” Nikolai shouted, slamming his fist on the table to get their attention. “I think that’s enough debate for the night. Shall we move on to lighter topics? Or will both of you manage to behave?”

Tatiana sniffed and went back to eating. Mal looked sheepish despite the fire still blazing in his eyes.

The dinner finished just as awkwardly, although the atmosphere was entirely changed. Mal managed to give the queen mother a formal goodbye without instigating anymore argument but Nikolai could tell he was still enraged by the set of his shoulders on the way back to their quarters.

“God, that woman,” Mal muttered once the door was closed and he began to undress. “Can’t believe I ever cared what she thought.”

“You cared what she thought?” Nikolai asked, surprised.

“Yeah, she is your family,” Mal pointed out. “Suppose I didn’t make for a good impression.”

Nikolai hummed. “Suppose not.”

“Sorry about that,” Mal said, settling his arms around Nikolai’s waist.

Nikolai shook his head. “You were right to be angry. She was acting ridiculous.”

Mal looked relieved at that, and leaned in to press a quick kiss to Nikolai’s lips. When they pulled away, Nikolai couldn’t help himself.

“Now how about we try our damndest to make an heir with a ruined bloodline?” he said.

Mal rolled his eyes and huffed a laugh. “You could just ask me to take you to bed like a normal person.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” Nikolai responded cheekily.

Mal’s response was to push him until he fell into the bed. It was probably supposed to be insulting, except that the follow-up was some very delightful kisses and a wonderful night together. So Nikolai let it go.

[5blondeboytoy5]

Also sdv LIs ranked :)

okay strap in i’ve got opinions

separating by m vs f i lean m and can’t compare some of them yknow? i’ll let you know my fave and least fave

men…

1. SAAAAAAAM my darling dearest light of my life fire of my loins samson my absolute favorite beloved number one man i love you i love you i love you… every love song i listen to i think of samson i have playlists named after him i have aus constructed around him i am incredibly unhealthily obsessed with him he is in every universe he is love we have two kids and they’re both named he’s so sweet and i want to save him

2. sebastian, god he’s so losercore patheticcore disgustingcore i love his entire vibe. i know ive jokes about him and sam being different versions of whit/kylar but while i think you have to bend and dig deep into sam to make him a bully like whitney (which i think sam could easily be characterized as a troublemaker i digress) seb is one hot bitch moving to the valley away from being a disgusting stalker that jerks off with your panties and peeks in through your window i love him he’s such a loser and i don’t want to save him

3. alex, i know he’s the most unpopular bachelor but i really think he’s just trying his best - I KNOW I KNOW there’s some icky lines from him but there’s something so endearing about him… he reminds me of kevin from daria, he’s so simple and i know he just thinks with his dick

4. elliott, he’s fine, solid 5/10 like i understand the appeal to him - he’s romantic, and sweet, and dreamy, but he’s not for me. but again i see why people like him

5. harvey…. kinda the same reason as avery/eden in the prev ask im not into older men and he’s clearly in his 40s…. he’s just boring i just don’t quite see him but im not a hater toward him

6. shane. now, yknow elliott and harvey aren’t for me but im not an elliott/harvey hater. I AM A SHANE HATER FOREVER hes ugly and old and stinky and i know he’s flawed and you can save him but i take so many issues with his character like….i know alcoholism is a disease and addiction is terrible and all that but the fact that he has legal custody of jas and continues to drink and throw his life away and force marnie into raising her EVEN AFTER HES SOBER AND LIVING WITH THE PLAYER and idk. i just do not vibe with fucking an alcoholic parent and i think haley gets so much shit for being mean and shane gets away with it scot free. i just do not like him at all and i wouldn’t hate him half as much if he wasn’t the most popular bachelor. fuck shane all my homies hate shane

now onto the women…..just a preface i like all of them pretty much ???? like think of them all above elliott in my ranking because i think they’re all lovely

1. EMILYYYYY SWEET SPACEY AQUARIUS GIRL (in my heart) i love a weird girl i love how esoteric her heart events are also i sew too and so does she….she’s the bachelorette i identify most with and i love love love love love her

2. abigail….i can’t not. the ass gang is so near and dear to my heart they’re the stupid shithead friends you make in high school in your stupid podunk town and i just. god she’s such a cool girl….but i love her more in a best friend way than in a make out with me way

3. haley… i just love her vibes and i think her development is a lot more interesting and also is a victim of misogyny…. i just feel like her narrative is so different as a girl character because to me haley is unlearning internalized misogyny and learning how to be understanding and loving

4. maru… i love a dorky nerdy girlie in stem and i love the dynamic between her and seb (which is how ive mostly experienced her mostly) and how interesting their family dynamic is. anyway, maru is the friend i made in my honors classes in school but we had nothing in common but she’s so sweet and nice that i stick by her side

5. penny, the other bachelorette i relate the most to (i work childcare irl) and i think her and pam and their dynamic with alcoholism is infinitely more interesting than shane. but, i feel like penny is just….too delicate and domestic i want so much good for this girl

6. leah - no hate! no hate fr! i just never ever see her because she’s always in her cabin! but also i love her because she’s artsy and cute but i just don’t know her like that!

[peachymilkandcream]

Hi! I have another idea! What if in the trapped au Evelyn's mother refused to let Levi marry Evelyn? How would he get Evelyn then? Can you do a scenario of this please :)

Levi x Evelyn Trapped AU -> Where There's A Will

(A/N: So would this be considered an AU of an AU? Anyways, thank you as always for the request, and hope you enjoy!)

WARNINGS: implied noncon/dubcon, manipulation, kidnapping, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, mind breaking, misogyny, domestic violence, violence, staged suicide, etc.

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Levi's heart was racing, for the first time in his life he was nervous. Rejection never went over well with him, but who could reject him? The old hag would have to give in, if he just shovelled enough cash at her she'd go away and let him do whatever the fuck he wanted to. That's how it always worked, enough money pushed at your problems and they went away.

"Mrs. Glass." He starts, sipping the tea one of her staff brought him. They weren't well off, he could tell, nothing had been repaired and her dress had been redone many times.

"Captain Ackerman." She curtsies. "What brings you here? I thought you would be off on some mission."

"Please, sit, what I have to say is more important than any mission." Levi had to swallow the disgust rising in his throat as he pretended to be polite, he didn't respect this woman, he just wanted to fuck her daughter.

"Of course sir." She sits, her smile tight and forced, it seems the lack of respect was mutual.

"I'll get straight to the point to not waste either of our times. Your daughter, Evelyn was it? Is she engaged to anyone?"

"Yes Evelyn, and no, she is not."

"Does she have a suitor?"

"Again no."

"I see, and she's twenty-four, correct?"

The woman sighs. "Yes she is."

"Then I'll be blunt. I would like to take the burden of your daughter off your hands by marrying her."

She seems stunned. "Excuse me?"

"I'm not getting any younger, and I want a young enough wife to have my children."

"But why my dear Evelyn?"

He shrugs. "She's pretty, comes from a good family, what more could I want?"

She hesitates. "No, I can't let you marry my daughter."

Irritation makes his eyebrow twitch. "I'm willing to offer a generous dowry."

She considers for a moment but ultimately shakes her head. "No, I don't think so. Our family has been notable for generations, and to have my sweet girl married to Underground trash is something that will never happen."

Levi jumps to his feet and barely restrains himself from slapping the woman. "You're lucky you're a woman or I would've broken your neck for that. For the time being I'll trust you to keep your stupid mouth shut."

She gasps. "You're no gentleman."

"And you're no lady either you hag." He grabs his coat, taking long strides to the door. "Don't look so pissed, just think, with all that rouge you apply you'll be the prettiest old bat in debtor's prison." With that he slammed the door shut behind him, fury fuelling his steps. He would not take this humiliation, he'd have her, somehow.

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A few weeks had passed without any contact from Levi, but Mrs. Glass had sent Evelyn to stay with a young girl her age in Wall Rose. Maybe there the useless girl could find herself a better husband than that riffraff.

It was dark outside when she finally chose to retire to bed, seeping in the last of the summer air through the open window. It was peaceful and calm, it reminded her of a life before children, when she was young again with dozens of suitors.

Or it was peaceful until she heard the footsteps.

"Hello? Evelyn is that you, come home early from the Bates?"

When there was no answer her heart throbbed, someone was in the house.

"Come out or I'll scream-" She didn't expect the Captain of the Survey Corps to emerge from the shadows, eyes wild with bloodlust, he was no longer a man but a beast of rage. "Captain Ackerman? What do you want? Get out of my house!" Slowly she backs up, especially when she sees the knife in his grip.

"I've just come to finish our proposal negotiations."

"What negotiations? I told you I would never let my daughter marry a man like you!" She continues to backup, onto the balcony until she feels the ledge touch her back. "Don't come any closer-!"

But he still advanced until he was face to face with her. "Oh you poor woman. If you had just done what I asked you would've been rolling in enough money to buy your ridiculous dresses and all the vain and pointless shit you people collect. Don't you know I always get my way in the end? I win, at whatever cost that may be. Those who get in my way disappear."

"N-No- don't even think about it-"

"You're going to disappear."

"Captain Ackerman stop it-"

"I told you if you were a man I'd break your neck for what you said. That was incredibly sexist of me, I should treat you equal to a man." With a smirk on his face he pushes her with all his force, making her tumble down from the balcony, they were on the third floor, she hit the ground with a sickening thud, a crumbled heap.

Levi wiped his hands and promptly left, now onto phase two.

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The loss of her mother was painful enough, but the dozens of debt collectors knocking on her door made it all the worse for Evelyn. Now she knew the reality of their situation, they were broke, no money and just a stupid name. There was nothing she could do but go to debtor's prison or curl up and die beside her mother. Most of her nights spent crying, bursting into tears at the gravity of it all. Which is where he saw her.

She was softly crying on the porch swing, she didn't even hear the footsteps coming closer until a man cleared his throat.

"Excuse me."

She looked up and into the eyes of Captain Levi, the same cold and cruel man now with a look of sympathy on his face. She quickly wiped her tears, burning with embarrassment. "Oh I'm so sorry sir." She quickly stands and curtsies but he pushes her back down gently.

"Relax, you've been through a lot I'm sure. I'm sorry for your loss Ms. Glass."

"Oh Evelyn please, I must look like a fool carrying on like this."

Levi sighs and pulls out his handkerchief, dabbing her eyes with such tenderness it unnerved her. "It's perfectly reasonable. Women are such delicate creatures death and loss are such a blow to them they break down like this. Go ahead and cry my dear."

She smiles at him, accepting the sweet gesture. "How can I help you though?"

"I think it's safe to say your mother left you with a lot of debt. And with no income I'm sure there is no way to pay those bills."

Evelyn shakes her head, all of this was obvious, she was broke. "There's nothing left."

"Just as I thought. Well I'll be brutally honest with you then. Your only option is to marry rich."

"How can I do that? I'm getting too old and no one wants to marry a girl with family debts."

"You're right, no one in their right mind would marry you. Which is why I'm giving you the chance of a lifetime by offering you just that."

"But why would you?"

"I want to settle down, have children, but most women won't have me because of my past, I need someone who can look past all that."

"Even if I don't love you?"

"Even if that. But I have a feeling in time you will, just you wait and see."

"I...well I don't know."

He frowns. "Look Evelyn, you will not leave me hanging. You give me your final answer now and that's final."

She panics and tries to weigh out the pros and cons right then and there, coming up short and feeling like he's weighing every second that passes. She had to make a split second decision now.

"Yes- yes I will marry you."

His look of irritation turns to one of glee, he smiles and kisses her hand. "Then I'll look forward to it." He stands suddenly and tucks her hair behind her ear. "Till we meet again darling."

Once he leaves Evelyn can't deny the pit in her stomach, but it was probably just nerves, after all he was such a nice man.

Right?

[sparxaf]

5, 7, 11, 24, and 29. I'll stop there even though I'm oh-so-tempted to keep going!

Dear Sweet Baby Zeus, Sarah! Why are you so mean to me? Did I piss on a maple leaf? Kick a bunny in front of you? Why do you enjoy my pain? I could do an entire post just on #5 alone 😆. Maaaaan, this is gonna be so freakin' long…

5. How many wips do you have? What fandoms/pairings are they for?

I have a lot. Several of them are fully written, but not edited. I'm only gonna count ones where I wrote at least a paragraph and not the ones that have extensive notes or complicated outlines but no actual story yet. So lemme see... That'd be... 17. JFC.

LITG S1 AU: Levi vs Jake x MC

LITG S3 Villa: Nicky x MC

LITG S1-S2 AU: Levi + Lucas

LITG S2 Royal Werewolf AU #1: Bobby + MC

LITG S2 TSIME AU: Noah x Lili

LITG S2 Royal AU: Lucas x Arjun

LITG S2 Royal Werewolf AU #2: Bobby x MC

LITG S2 College AU: Lucas vs Noah vs Bobby x MC

LITG S2 Villa: Bobby x Marisol--it's cursed I know

LITG S2 Post Villa: Lucas x MC x Bobby

LITG S2 Villa & Post Villa: Lucas x MC

LITG S2 AU: Arjun x MC

LITG S5 Post Villa: Suresh (non romance)

LITG S2 Post Villa Divorce: Bobby x MC

LITG S3 Therapy AU: Seb x MC

LITG S2 College AU: Rahim (non romance)

LITG S6 Villa: Marshall x Lewie x Ozzy x MC

I might have to let go of some of these S2 ones. Ain't nobody reading S2 anymore. Sigh.

7. Post a snippet from a wip.

She laughed, the tension in her releasing. “Do you want to get my heart racing, Lewie?” His own soft chuckle faded and he stepped closer to her and lowered his voice. “I really do.” And just like that, the tension, the ache, returned two-fold. What was this man doing to her? He reached over and stroked her jaw. “Do you want me to get your blood pumping?” She found herself quivering beneath his touch. “Maybe.” “Just maybe?”  “I’m receptive to it.” He grinned and pulled her closer. “I’d prefer you to be keen. Maybe even enthused.” The bright blue of his eyes dazed her like a midday summer sky. “I can offer you amenable," she said. “Damned with faint interest." He picked her up and put her on the counter, letting his hands rest on her hips. God she loved when he did that. “I fear I need to give you something to make you a little more enthusiastic.” “You might have to,” she whispered. 

11. Do you write scenes in order, or do you jump around?

This is a good question! I don't usually think much about it. I rarely write dual POV for fanfic, because it's time consuming and I'm lazy. So when I know the premise, I generally know who's POV it'll be in. Like, in one of my wips, I decided that Levi is just discovering that he's bisexual and the story will follow him going from closeted to out so he can be with Lucas (who is already out and resents being shoved back in). Since Levi is the one who is going to grow and change, the story was always gonna be in his POV in my head.

With TSIME I DID plan to write Beach Hut Confessionals from Lili's point of view and scatter them throughout the story, but after the first one I realized that I liked it better when we only saw things through Bobby's lens.

29. What’s something about your writing that you’re proud of?

I'm proud of writing small moments that foreshadow the big emotional impacts to come. Most people never even notice them, so they're kind of just something for me. TSIME has a fuck ton of them.

**WARNING: THE SUN IN MY EYES SPOILERS AHEAD)** Bobby and Lili share a cup of tea and Lili turns the mug so her lips touch the same spot his do, foreshadowing the first kiss she'll instigate many chapters later (though she'll forever say that Bobby instigated it). Lili tells Bobby early on that "people leave." And there are numerous scenes of him watching her walk away from him. All of it foreshadowing what happens after CA. Bobby tells Lili she should fall madly in love with him and she says it's a bad idea and he quotes a line from Thirty Rock, telling her there are no bad ideas. Only good ideas that go horribly wrong. Foreshadowing their relationship in the villa as a whole.

My favorite is when Noah grabbed Lili, threw her over his shoulder and walked off with her, saying, "Sorry Bobby, I'm stealing your girl," foreshadowing the disaster recoupling and something that happened later after the show between Lili and Noah. FYI I have a one shot for that one as soon as I post the last chapter of TSIME. It's both distressing and sexy. Thanks for the interrogation, Sarah 😝 You jerk.

[narastories]

Yuletide Letter 2023

This post is so I can put my Yuletide letter under the cut and link to it. If you have no interest in Yuletide, please ignore and scroll past. At the moment, sign-ups have already closed, but you can still get involved in a few ways if you want. Check their DW page for more info! There are SO many good fandoms this year. Seriously, if you think you can't think of a small obscure fandom you like, just look through the tagset. And if you are just nosy that's fine too, but don't take it personally if I say I don't like something. It just means that in the context of this exchange, I would rather not receive such a story. Okay? Okay.

Dear Yuletide Writer,

thank you so much for writing for one of my obscure little fandoms. This is my first year signing up for this exchange so I'm really excited to participate.

This letter supposed to help give you some ideas about what I like, and what to write. Take from it what helps and leave the rest. I want you to have a fun time writing it, so as long as it respects my DNWs, please write what you are inspired to write <3

My AO3 username is Nara_stories, feel free to poke around in my works and bookmarks. I'm open to receiving treats and I'm pretty sure my AO3 settings allow it ^^".

General likes (without any rhyme or reason and may only be partially applicable to the fandom in question): fix-it, fluff, getting together, humor, banter, crack treated seriously or not, enemies to lovers, villains, tropes like 5+1 things, twoob, coffeeshop, pwp

General dislikes: kidfic, cliche m/f romance, truly unrequited love, infidelity/divorce unless canon, unhappy endings

Opt-in (I really don't see some of these come up for my particular fandoms, but don't shy away from these if that's what you want to write): 1st & 2nd person, incest, watersports, rimming, age difference, non-con, dub-con

General Do Not Wants (I'll specify some of these for the fandoms below): major character death, pregnancy, amnesia (unless canon), RL politics, Covid, omegaverse, hopeless endings

REQUESTED FANDOMS

The Fetch Phillips Archives Series - Luke Arnold (any character)

This fandom is very close to my heart. In case you don't know, I've founded a Discord server for the fandom hint hint shoutout and all that. So I would be super happy about any kind of story, seriously. That said, here are some ideas.

For solo character-study type of fic: - Fetch: you could just write 1000 words of what the everloving hell is going on in this man's pretty little head, easy. Self-loathing, dog metaphors, kicked puppy feelings, guilt, suicidal ideation, the options are endless. Or, you can try giving him a little confidence. How is the café going on? I bet he can brew a mean cup of coffee by now at least - Amari: how did she really feel about Fetch? What is her backstory with Eliah? Is she still there?? - Hendricks: come on, he's a piece of work too. A confident, charming leader, mentor of questionable morality, a man who lost everything... I would be interested in reading his thoughts too. - Niles: while I say all of them are my favorites, I secretly whisper to Niles: "We all know you are my real favorite". I would be over the moon reading a fic about him. What is his backstory? Where did he come from? What was his relationship with his brother? What are really his plans and motivations?

For shippy fic: - Fetch/Hendricks: the puppy and his master, happy to read pre-Coda experimentation, or let Hendricks be a post-Coda old man Fetch would still fuck. Whatever works. - Fetch/Hendricks/Amari: may I offer you the idea of the tattoo night? Or what if nothing hurt and they all loved each other in peace? - Fetch/Niles: warning, if you give me a Philes fic I will dissolve into incoherent screeching. Some ideas: backyard fisticuffs, how did that start? Why are they so comfortably buddy-buddy in OFITF??? Or Niles comes up with a new invention and forces Fetch to help him test it. Alternatively: "coffeeshop AU" except the lone barista is increasingly annoyed with the smug businessman and is itching to dump a pot of hot coffee all over him.

fandom-specific addition to my DNWs: canonical MCD is fine for this one

Runemarks Series - Joanne Harris (Loki, Maddy Smith)

I'm going to say this for every fandom, but this little book series has such a special place in my heart. In preparation for Yuletide, I actually started listening to the audiobooks and I'm happy to report that the narrator is super good.

I would love to read any and all shenanigans involving Loki and Maddy. But any character from the books can make an appearance! I just love love love Loki's and Maddy's dynamics, the hilarious trouble they get into, the banter, the mutual ass-saving, the mayhem and chaos. They are so cute.

It doesn't have to be canon-compliant, and I'm not opposed to AU's like a modern AU for example. Also, I'm fine with any level of platonic/romantic relationship between them. If you ask me, the best is when it's juuust riiight in the middle: nothing too explicit, but maybe they have an unfortunate mutual crush. That makes it even funnier because Loki knows Maddy's dad (and granddad) would murder him, and Maddy knows Loki is a piece of work who you can't trust with your heart.

I realize that I unfortunately don't have any specific prompts, just VIBES.

fandom-specific addition to my DNWs: MCD is fine as long as it isn't permanent (you know what I mean lol)

Lord John Series - Diana Gabaldon (Percy Wainwright, Lord John Grey)

Again, this book series also has a very special place in my heart. OL/LJG was the first fandom I started writing for in English, and I found so many good friends among the LJG fans. I'm not super active in the fandom anymore but I will always be fond of it.

What I would love to receive is a fic where John and Percy are happy and nothing hurts, whether it's a fix-it fic, getting together, or a reunion that has nothing to do with the main series. I'm not opposed to AU scenarios, like a modern AU for example, at all.

Percy is so criminally underrated. I think both he and John make mistakes in canon, so I would love to see them figure those things out. I wouldn't be opposed to reading about them navigating their differences and learning how to communicate and treat each other with respect.

fandom-specific addition to my DNWs: Please don't allude to any character deaths that occur in the OL series (What I mean is: fuck Bees, Bees didn't happen)

Dominion of the Fallen - Aliette de Bodard (any character)

I actually read these books on Yuletide recommendation (and really enjoyed them so thank you whoever recommended it on Discord). Someone said it featured fallen angel x dragon murder husbands and I was like GIMME xD It didn't disappoint, I really liked how the clashes of the different cultures were handled, and I also appreciated how it didn't hold back on the violence part. I feel like without that it wouldn't have been sufficiently gothic lol

Things I would like to read about: more Thuan and Asmodeus, of course. I would be especially interested in reading from Asmodeus's POV how he went from "oh well, it's a shame he's so cute" to being head over heels in love with Thuan. I like it when they are solving mysteries together and when they are very protective of each other. I also wouldn't mind reading one of their fade-to-black scenes not fade-to-black...

Alternatively, I would also be happy about a modern AU, I think the "florist-tattooist" trope would be very cute and entertaining with these two.

Thank you for reading my ramblings and I'm looking forward to what you'll write xx

[baronetcoins]

HELLO please I would like very much to hear about your bisclavret au (also the selkie au, if you'd like to discuss that too! lots of enthusiasm about shapeshifters goeth on at this time!!)

Yes!! Both of these started with my dear friend @kangoo who I made watch the film with me and who has since been a brainstorming partner of mine when I want to write Them. He is welcome to add his thoughts if he feels inclined.

The Bisclavret AU centers around the traitor’s plot—the kings of England have a secret, with men able to take on a wolf’s shape. Of course they can only turn back if they have their clothes as per the original tale. So when Scroop is persuaded to join the plot to remove Henry from the board before he can cross the channel, he can’t find it in his heart to actually kill the man he loved. He does, however, know about that secret, and hides Henry’s clothes away.

Montjoy, meanwhile, is traveling back and forth between France and England as the French try and use the chaos to their advantage and the English are frantically searching for their king who vanished without a trace. Of course there also happens to be a mysterious wolf who keeps following him around on his travels whenever he’s on the island, and acts much more like a big dog than anything threatening.

Eventually Montjoy decides he has a dog now and starts telling that bold faced lie to anyone who questions why this wolf keeps following him around. It’s a big guard dog. Keeps me safe in the wilderness. What do you mean it doesn’t look like a dog. The reveal comes when Henry sees Scroop and tries to fucking kill him at which point Exeter finally puts two and two together.

I think it’s very fun to cast it in this way because at the time Europe, as a rule, hated wolves. Kings had all kinds of policies about trying to kill as many wolves as possible. It ties in really well to the idea of Hal as having been this wild, irresponsible youth who people looked down upon. I haven’t written too much of this yet, just a bit of the opening scene (which I have posted an excerpt from already), but it’s rattling about in my head again.

The selkie AU is less real and mostly a set of vibes passed back and forth between us where I’m mostly just going to excerpt our DMs because that’s what exists so far though I do want to come back to it properly.

[sweetbunanarchy]

LET THERE BE ANARCHYYYY

I can’t make like video essays and continuously make threads on twitter and bc of that I am deciding to ramble about my fav things if I’m not posting art bc ay no word limit so FUCK IT WE RAMBLING ABT ANARCHY BAYBEE

The one game that never leaves my mind and the one that inspired my latest username so lets just talk abt real quick :D

When I was in middle school I would get into a good chunk of things like anime, other games. Bc I didn’t have certain systems like most ppl I would just watch gameplays and cutscenes for them in get into them that way. I stumble across a game called MadWorld and immediately become OBSESSED, the style of black & white with the only color splattered everywhere is RED MWAH BEAUTIFUL MY LITTLE BRAIN WAS EXPLODING and not too long after that I learned that there was a continuation of sorts for it...Anarchy Reigns. You know how you take like your ocs and put them in like a whole ‘nother universe, kinda like an au situation yeah that’s what Anarchy Reigns is GBSJDNJF It’s post post-apocalyptic, chaotic and just hell of a lot fun to just look at. But the main charm of it is the characters themselves and how fun and unique they are just in design alone

While the game isn’t story heavy it still has a plot to follow that works imo! Now you’re probably asking (probably not but) “BUN! This looks cool, but why after so many years as a grown ass man are you still so obsessed with a game you didn’t even get to play?” And to that I say....it’s bc of him-

YES ITS BC IM GAY FOR THIS MAN N HE’S THE BLUEPRINT FOR MY ATTRACTION TWORDS FICTIONAL MEN

Visually his design and how big he is (7′2 LOR D HAVE MERCY), his overall design, how expressive he is, hIS CHAINSAW ARM GOD ITS ALL SO DAMN GOOD!!!!!! In MadWorld he’s passed off as this cold-blooded killer bad ass which is sexy as fuck but in AR they give him more depth by giving him a daughter, Stella, and we see a softer, more kind side to him only to see him lose his daughter and through the campaign he runs on grief and rage wanting to get revenge on the bastards that took the one thing that he cared for. THE CAN’T EVEN SMOKE ANYMORE BC STELLA DIDN’T LIKE HIM SMOKING N ITS AAAAAAAAAUGH It’s something that comes off as simple but still just sweet and sad at the same time. 

And again the other characters are really good as well but just none of them hit me as hard as Jack did bc of this development he got and if we ever got more content for this game I woulda loved to see it for other characters BUT it’s long gone AGHBDJD. As much as I want platinum to bring it back I know they won’t bUT I CAN STILL DREAM DAMNIT...just hoping they don’t mess it up as Bayo3 bc lord that is a whole nother can of worms for another day. BUT ANYWAY Anarchy Reigns overall has a near and dear place in my heart and I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t one of the many things that inspires me as an artist, I miss this shit so damn much and still crossing my fingers for something, if not the AR or MW then...just something of Jack PLATINUM PLEASE-

[ateezscupid]

im begging for more sub!mingi 🙏🙏🙏

𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬. ♡

warnings ─ medieval au, vamp!mingi, human/princess!fem reader, descriptions of drinking/eating blood, forbidden love, mingi is super tall (like 7'0 at best because why not? sorry for my super short readers LOL) and reader is shorter than him, SIZE DIFFERENCE, mingi immediately falls in love with reader

tags ─ @felixs-voice-makes-me-wanna @starillusion13 @mingitheskzstan @jeonride @byuntrash101

m.list ┃ nsfw warnings under the cut.

warnings ─ switch (dom leaning) fem!reader, switch (sub leaning)!mingi, unprotected sex (don't do this, especially with some random vampire), handjob, praise kink (m & f), creampie, miss kink, hickeys

Desperate for blood in his system, Mingi set out to the forest in search of his meal. It was a night like any other, as the moon cast an ethereal glow upon the dark ancient forest. Being alone for many centuries will do something to a vampire, and for Mingi, it made him extremely hungry. His hunger for blood and human touch consumed him. His tan, starving body ached with each step he took, ached with the desire to feel the warmth of a living being against his cold, immortal skin.

And then, he heard it; the sound of frantic footsteps approaching, growing louder with each passing moment. Mingi hid behind a tree thinking it was another vampire or some animal, but it turned out to be you. A lost princess running through the woods trying to find safety.

You fled from your palace after having heard rumors of an impending arranged marriage. You didn't want to marry a man you didn't know anything about. You weren't even attracted to him. Tears streaked down your delicate cheeks as you stumbled through the woods, desperate to find some sort of freedom and escape the fate that awaited you. As you emerged from behind a large oak tree, you went behind another tree, finding yourself face-to-face with Mingi, his piercing red eyes fixed upon you.

Despite your initial fear, there was something about Mingi that interested you. He was unlike any man you had ever met, his otherwordly beauty captivating you. Also, he was super fucking tall. You liked how strong he looked.

"Who are you?" you whisper, your voice shaking with a mixture of awe and fear.

Mingi steps forward with graceful movements despite his almost emaciated frame. "I'm Mingi," he said, voice smooth as silk. It was like dark chocolate and honey mixed together. "I could smell you from the moment you entered the forest. Dear princess, I sense you need...companionship?" He closed the distance between you two, the air between you crackling with an unspoken desire.

He spoke so elegantly. Better than any man you've ever met. You hesitated, your heart racing. You've heard so many stories of vampires, creatures who drank the blood of the living and preyed upon the weak and innocent. As intimidating as Mingi looked, you weren't scared. He made you feel safe, despite the danger you knew you were in. You take a shaky breath and nod.

"May I know your name?" he asks, hand ever so gently grazing your cheek. You tense up and nod.

"Y/N,"

"Such a pretty name, miss." His hands move down to your neck, feeling your soft skin. As he moved closer, his fangs elongated, his breath warm against your neck. He hesitates for a moment before leaning down and gently biting down on your neck, drawing your blood into his mouth. You didn't move. You grabbed onto his forearm and dug your nails into his skin, whimpering but ultimately liking it.

You gasp, overwhelmed by the rush of pleasure and pain coursing through your veins. The sensations are unlike anything you've ever experienced, and despite your fear, you find yourself unable to resist the primal urge to feel more of it.

Your blood flowed freely into Mingi's mouth, and he drank deeply, his fangs tearing through your delicate skin. The fear of turning and becoming a vampire was long gone. You moaned softly, arching your back as the sensation became almost too much. You thought being bitten by a vampire would hurt, but this didn't hurt at all. If anything it felt good. Mingi pulled back slightly, eyes wide with surprise and pleasure. He didn't expect you to respond in such a way.

You reach up, running your fingers through his long, platinum-blonde hair. "You're not like the vampires they speak of," you whisper, your voice barely audible.

"You're different." you smile. Mingi chuckles darkly, his fangs still embedded in your neck. He pulls back slightly, mumbling against her neck.

"Perhaps," he voice, voice low and seductive. "I am." And with that, he sunk his fangs back into your neck, pulling you closer while doing so, your bodies pressing tightly together.

As he feasts on your blood, his strength begins to return, his body literally growing in front of your very eyes. He felt a newfound vigor coursing through his veins. He retracts his fangs and pulls away from your neck, licking the blood from his lips.

Sex. That's, quite literally, the only thing on your mind at the moment. Your eyes were glazed over with desire, and you reached out to place your hand on his collarbone, running your fingers down his chest. Mingi gasps at the contact, tan cheeks flushed pink. He had not expected this from you. You were a damn princess. It was incredibly inappropriate what you were doing, yet you didn't seem to care. Your royal status didn't mean anything to you now.

As you continue to explore his body, he whines softly, the sensation overwhelming his senses. He moans softly, the sound echoing through the trees. He was so desperate for your touch now. He needed it. He'd do anything for you to please him.

Your fingers dance across his chest, teasing the skin underneath his top before dipping lower, tracing the muscles of his abdomen through the thin fabric of his shirt. He shudders with pleasure, his eyes closed tightly as he focusses on the feeling of your touch. It's been so long he's experienced remotely close to this. It can't end. Not now.

As you continued your teasing, you reached even lower, fingertips brushing against the cloth that covered his hips. You look up, asking for permission without actually saying anything and he nods. He groans, his body tense with anticipation. He knows what you're about to do, he feels more alive than he has in centuries.

For a moment you hesitate. Do you really want to do this to a man you just met? This wouldn't be your first time, but it would be your first with a vampire. What would everyone think of you when they realize you hooked up with a random, hungry vampire? Well, they wouldn't just randomly find out, and you were sure he wouldn't tell anybody. You slowly pull his pants down, now palming his erection through his underwear.

His breath catches in his throat as you pull his throbbing cock out of his underwear. Hard and aching in your hand. Your eyes widen in surprise at how big he is, but you don't pull away, keeping delicate fingers wrapped around him and beginning to stroke. The sensation is almost too much to bear; he's never felt anything so good, so right. Having a human touch him in places like this drove him crazy.

Right now, you were back against the tree with him leaning over you, droopy eyes examining your facial features while trying to control his own expressions. With every stroke of your hand, every caress of your fingers, he feels more and more alive. Your touch is like magic to him, as if you have the power to bring him back to life.

"You're so beautiful," you whisper, fingers never slowing as they stroke him. He reaches down and cups your face in his hands, kissing you passionately. To him, your lips tasted like candy. He felt the softness of your breasts pressing against him. He groaned into the kiss, his hips bucking slightly as you continued to stroke him. He wants more of you. All of you.

"Come here," Slowly, he pulls away from the kiss with heavy breathing. Switching positions so his back was against the tree. He slides down the tree, now sitting down. You get on the ground with him and he pulls you into his lap. You straddle him, legs wrapping around his waist, and lean forward, your breasts brushing against his chest.

You bunch up your dress, Mingi assisting you by grabbing the bottom part of your dress and simply ripping it in half, also ripping your undergarments and pushing your panties to the side. For a split second you were mad at Mingi for destroying your dress which was priceless, but the thought dissolved in your mind when his cock entered your tight heat.

“Holy fuck.” you whine as your fingers crawled their way into Mingi’s hair, gripping it tightly as you adjusted to his size. He filled you perfectly, every crevice now covered by his length. He could feel your innocence seeping out of you, your scent racking his brain. It’s so much more, so much better than be expected, and it was literally the most incredible sensation he’s ever felt.

He began to thrust, looking up at you with hearts in his eyes. Your eyes were shut tightly, focused on the feeling while trying to move your hips in rhythm with his. Your connection grew stronger with every movement.

“Miss,” Mingi gasps, pushing his face into your neck and furrowing his eyebrows, layering your neck with kisses. The sound of your passion echoed throughout the forest, mingling with the noises of other animals and the rustling of leaves. It was like the world revolves around you two for just this moment.

“I’m close,” his muffled words rang in your ear, causing you to grip at his hair tightly. “I—I cant hold back for long,”

“Don’t.” you pant, feeling your orgasm build up little by little, closer and closer to the edge it felt like. Mingi also felt the same, knowing that when he gets there, it’ll be glorious. Like nothing he’s ever felt before.

Your nails move from his hand and to his shoulders, moving underneath his top and scraping lightly against his shoulders, leaning forward and slamming your hips against his own. He barely felt present in the moment anymore, mind blank and his body overwhelmed with pleasure, but in the very best way possible. Your breath is hot against his neck, and your whispers barely even register to him. Mingi whispered in a language you didn’t understand, hands clawing at your hips.

You moved faster, lost in the physical connection, eyes fluttering closed. Mingi whimpered your name, thighs shaking the faster you moved. It became too much. He could barely take you bouncing up and down on him.

Time seemed as if it was slowing down, Mingi holding your hips down and emptying his load inside of you. He threw his head back, gasping for air and moaning your name repeatedly. It felt like he was being milked. At the same time, you came, squeezing around his length and making him whine from the overstimulation.

For a moment you two sat, ignoring the copious amounts of sweat on your bodies, leaning into him and hugging his body. Mingi at first was confused. Why were you hugging him? He didn’t think you developed feelings for him like he had for you.

“M-Miss, are you oka-”

"Thank you," you whisper, your voice barely audible over the sound of your hearts racing. "For this. All of this.”

“…You’re more than welcome, princess.” he met your gaze,. “Are you going to return to your kingdom now? I assume it’s, well, punishable to sleep with a vampire. I wouldn’t want to get you in trouble with your family and people.”

“Are you kidding? I’m staying here with you. They want me to marry a man I don’t even know.” you sigh.

“Well, you don’t know me? Yet you let me come inside of you.” Mingi chuckles, his words making you blush. You shake your head in disagreement.

“But I feel like there’s something between us. It’s not the same with the other man.” you smile. “I want to stay here. With you. For as long as I can. Maybe until they find me, but Is rather stay here with you then return to my kingdom.”

Mingi kisses your cheek. “Well, so be it.”

You two sit together in silence, but it’s not an uncomfortable silence. More so a peaceful one, a shared moment of connection. As the sun began to set, you didn’t move, enjoying the feeling of Mingi’s arms wrapped around your waist.

You were better off here.

[kingofbodyrolls]

Yoongi fic recs 2024 🥳

In honor of Yoongi’s birthday, I want to share my ultimate favorite Yoongi stories, that I’ve read this past year (2023-2024) 💜 I want to thank each and every writer on this list for creating such wonderful stories and art - you are truly amazing ✨ All the fics on this list hold a dear place in my heart 🥹 🥳

❗Most of these fics are smutty as hell or contains dark themes, so minors dni.❗ 

If you read anything on this list and you like it, please leave a comment to the writer or reblog the fic, it might seem like a tiny gesture, but it really means a lot for writers and I can guarantee it will put a smile on their faces💜 Let’s share and give lots of love!

Looking for more to read? Check ‘The Library’ or last years recs 🙂

[index] → jan | feb (jhs) | mar (💜) | apr | may | jun | jul | aug | sep (jjk)(knj) | oct (pjm) | nov | dec (kth)(ksj) |

Emoji meaning → angst = 🌩️, smut = 🥵, fluff = 🥰, comedy = 😂, yandere = 😈, thriller/dark = 👻, fantasy = 🪄. 

⭐Illicit Favors @yoongiofmine // myg x f.reader // producer!yoongi, virgin!reader, f2l // 🥰🥵🌩️

📝 When your editor tells you to re-write the chapters of your book because the sex scenes are weak, suggesting you write them from experience, what do you do when you lack any kind of sexual experiences in general? You go to your friend and ask him for help with it.

🗨️ Matchmaker Namjoon!! The premise is funny and leads to slight awkwardness, but it’s so good. I love the reader and Yoongi’s friendship in this. I was left speechless after reading it, I can’t recommend this enough 🙂

⭐Tricks of the Trade @stutterfly // myg x f.reader // body swap!au, soulmates!au, idiots to lovers, frenemies to lovers // 🥰😂🥵

📝 The convenience store across the street from your apartment carries your favorite energy drink. That’s why you frequent it. It’s definitely not because you have a big fat crush on the owner you’ve been flirting with for the better part of a year. Of course your brand of flirting can also be misconstrued as bickering. When a strange man wanders into the store, he thinks you need a little nudge to embrace the strings connecting you. Next thing you know you’re waking up in a body that definitely doesn’t belong to you. You can’t decide if it’s the best or worst thing that’s ever happened to you.

🗨️ This is utterly perfection! It is so funny and hilarious - but it is also insanely smutty! It’s really interesting with body swapping, what they learn about each other, lol. I read this on a day where I was feeling down, and it honestly made my day! 💜Also, now I kinda wanna watch ‘She’s the Man’ 😂

⭐Backtrack @mapofthesea // myg x pjm x reader // producers!yoonmin, assistant!reader, bi!yoongi // 🥵🥰

📝 There’s no telling just how long you’d been stuck in the windowless studio, and you’re just about ready to walk out and forfeit your paycheck for the week, until your bosses strike up an interesting bargain.

🗨️ Holy fuck 🥵 I feel like I need to take a very long shower now 🫣🫣🫣 this is probably one of the dirtiest fics I’ve read. It’s so good 🤤

⭐Workaholic @hobiwonder [10K] // myg x f.reader // “‘strangers” to lovers (I don’t want to spoil!) // 🥵😂🥰

📝 Yoongi needs to relax and Hoseok has many tricks up his sleeve to make him. None of them Yoongi thought included hiring a hooker to pay him a visit one stormy night. 

🗨️ Wow okay, this was so freaking great! Like, what??? Incredible! A masterpiece! I really really loved it 🥺 everything was so fucking good, their chemistry, the tense build up ugh, so fucking good! 💯 ✨

⭐What the Moon Saw + Stolen Tides @violetsiren90 // myg x f.reader // non-idol!au, f2l // 🥵🥰🌩️

📝 In the words of the great Stevie Nicks, "Time makes you bolder, even children get older, and I'm getting older too."

🗨️ This is just so fucking beautiful. Everything. About. It. Period. 😭 It is emotional, it is young love, and it is tender and loving - like, Yoongi is just so sweet. Their timing sucks, but thankfully Violet wrote a beautiful drabble to give the couple a lovely ending! 💜 Truly, please go read it, it is so good I was crying and felt so good after, it’s sweet – OKAY I’M SOFT I know.

⭐Oh, darling! [series; completed] @yoongiofmine // myg x f.reader // university!au, non idol au, professor!yoongi, student!reader // 🥰🌩️🥵

📝 Starting your second semester at one of South Korea’s most prestigious universities should be stressful enough. Between juggling classes, good grades and a social life, your plate was full. Hoping to spice up your academic career, you thought it was a good idea to enroll as an assistant for your literature professor, whom you’ve held a very secret and very forbidden crush on for the past several months. What will happen now that you’re forced to work closely together? And what if your crush isn’t as one sided as you thought? 

🗨️ Holy fucking shit 🥵🫣😳 This is just one of my favorites series, EVER 💜 This is in my top 10, no questions! ✨

⭐Mami @kithtaehyung // myg x f.reader, knj x f.reader, jhs x f.reader // roommates!au, battle rap!au // 🥵

📝 You somehow have a conversation with Yoongi, and you tell your roommate about a date date.

🗨️ So, so good 🥵 really looking forward to more of this series 🥵 🫣

⭐Damn the Charcuterie Board @bratkook // myg x f.reader x pjm // bestfriends!au, threesome // 🥵

📝 This doesn’t have a summary, so here goes mine; reader has has a sling of unfulfilling sexual times, and in the company of her best friends, she thinks about a video she watched recently. Could they give her what she needed?

🗨️ This has been on my reading list for so freaking long! 🥹 And now I finally got to read it, and damn, it is one of the best, filthiest fics out there. So, so good! 💯🥵

⭐Cotton Candy Computer (1) [series; discontinued] @softyoongiionly // myg x f.reader // hacker!au // 🥵🌩️

📝 Min Yoongi is the top hacker in the world. He has put away countless other cyber criminals all whilst evading detection by virtually everyone he has ever crossed paths with, including the government. The diabolical super hacker that came close to tracking him down is now serving a 10 year prison sentence, all thanks to Yoongi’s handiwork. So what happens when the sentence is shortened unexpectedly? What happens when the biggest threat to public safety is roaming the streets again, determined to get revenge on the man who put him away? What happens when the worlds most infamous hacker just so happens to manage your local Mikrokosmic Electronics? A terabyte of trouble.

🗨️ Shit this was incredibly good!!!! Why isn’t it finished? 😭 I don’t usually read unfinished or discontinued series, but the summary really had me and I just had to read it – and now I’m hooked and I want more of this sexy hot hacker Yoongi! 😭 The story was also just so well written and the chemistry between reader and oc was so fucking perfect, and don’t get me started on the smut, like ugh 🥵 Gosh, I’m so sad there aren’t more parts to it (like the author planned four parts). But it’s so so good, and the cliffhanger isn’t horrible (in terms of wanting to read the next chapter). It can definitely be read as a one shot, I just really, really wished there was more, because, fuck, it was perfect! 💯💜✨

⭐Three Tangerines [series; ongoing] @kithtaehyung // myg x f.reader // fuckboy!yoongi, brother’s best friend!au, age gap!au // 🌩️🥵

📝 Throughout high school, you sometimes caught glimpses of your brother’s older friends: some of them were sweet, some of them were smart. but the one closest to him? that guy was a total f*ckboy from day one. after a foray of horrid relationships spanning years - ending with one that broke up with you for an alarming reason - you needed advice on what the hell you were doing wrong… and this wasn’t a conversation for anyone sweet or smart.

🗨️ I will keep screaming about Ryen and 3tan, yes. And if you have not read it yet, please take 3-7 days off from work or school to do so 😂

⭐Sinful Lust [completed series] @oddinary4bts [71.9K]  // myg x f.reader x jjk // slice of life!au, bisexual boyfriend!yoongi // 🥵🌩️🌩️🌩️

📝 in an attempt to spice up your bedroom life with your boyfriend Min Yoongi, you suggest bringing another man into the action. Yoongi seems reluctant at first, but when you mention his friend Jeon Jungkook, he can’t deny his attraction. All that’s left to do is to convince Jungkook into participating...

🗨️ this one is special to me (as is everything Ella writes honestly). This one is very controversial because of the cheating aspect in it, but it feels so real and it’s very well handled! I love it! It’s very angsty too, made me cry multiple times– I was just so invested in it! I’m really trying not to spoil too much (I already have lol). Just, read it okay??? ✨

⭐F*ck Christmas  @sailoryooons [23.4K] // myg x f.reader // f2l // 🥰🥵

📝 Making hating Christmas your entire personality was never the plan. Then again, it seems bad things only ever happen around Christmas - like discovering your fiancé cheating on you, forcing you to move back to your sleepy hometown. But Min Yoongi happens to love Christmas, and if there is one thing your very stubborn childhood crush is going to do, it’s try to reignite your Christmas spirit. Even if he has to force-feed it to you with gingerbread cookies and too-sweet eggnog. 

🗨️ Gosh, I remember reading this sometime last year and it was perfection - it still is! ✨ It’s so so so fucking good. If you haven’t read it, please do so 🥹 it’s also one of the best Christmasy fics 💜

⭐Eargasm + Eargasm II @lavishedinjimin [9.5K + 14K]  // myg x f.reader // phonesex!au, sexhotline!au // 🥵

📝 the idea of having your first ever orgasm by talking to a hot, random stranger through your phone scares the living hell out of you, but maybe it won’t be as bad as you think.

🗨️ holy fuck, FUCK. this is insane 🥵🥵🥵

⭐Less of Them [ongoing series] @casuallyimagining [9.9K]  // myg x f.reader // established relationship, arranged marriage!au, star-crossed lovers // 🥵🌩️🥰🪄

📝 as the daughter of one of the oldest families in the kingdom, when the king decides that it's you he wishes to marry, you're forced to make a decision and fulfill your duty, leaving behind everything you've ever known--and the only man you've ever loved.

🗨️ PLEASE, PLEASE— FUCKING PLEASE. If you have not read this one yet. Please do it now 😭🥺 It made me cry in the best way possible! The world building, the characters, their love for each other shines to fucking bright and then– [spoiler] READ IT yelling with hands frantically moving above my head

⭐Things that Grow @violetsiren90 [0.9k]  // myg x f.reader // established relationship, idol!au // 🥰🌩️

📝 the idea of having your first ever orgasm by talking to a hot, random stranger through your phone scares the living hell out of you, but maybe it won’t be as bad as you think.

🗨️ it is so fucking beautiful, I can’t even begin to articulate… fuck. I know it’s very short, but dammit I love it. Every single freaking word in this is PERFECTION.

⭐Hard Liquor @chateautae [8k]  // myg x f.reader x jjk // business!au, age!au, executive boss!yoongi x employee!reader // 🥵

📝 your dull evening at a bar becomes hopeful when your mysterious, handsome boss min yoongi shows you the ropes on everything alcohol, but shows you much more when he ends up buried deep inside you.

🗨️ it was SO FUCKING INCREDIBLE like I don’t even know where to begin??? The smut??? That has left me in utter need of Holy Water, because DAMN 🥵 The writing, flow of the story was also just 💯✨

This is my little corner with my own fics— I don’t write that much (I prefer to read), but it would mean a lot to me if you checked out my work or read it. You don’t have to, it’s up to you of course 🥰

⭐Friendcation [110.5k] // myg x f. reader // roadtrip!au/camping!au, f2bfwb2l, mechanic!Yoongi // 🥵🥰😂

📝going camping with your best friends seemed like a brilliant idea when you initially made the plans. But when you harbor secret feelings for one of them, what will become of you being close confined for three months? Trouble, that’s what.

🗨️ you might laugh, but this is very special to me because it’s the first long fic I wrote and I wrote it because I missed my sister and brother-in-law (they were going on a roadtrip across Europe, lol).

⭐Learn to Love Again [19.4k ] // myg x f. reader // hybrid!au (shapeshifter!yoongi), s2l, slice of life!au // 🌩️👻🥵🥰

📝people always leave. They become beautiful stars shining bright in the night sky. When life hands you lemons, you’ve been told to make lemonade, but that is hard when your soul and heart is breaking apart. When you rescue a tiny cat and meet a handsome stranger in the cafe, you finally feel yourself healing – but when they too leave, how are you going to learn to love again?

🗨️ this one is quite sad, but I really adore it. I wrote it when I was very depressed, so it’s very heavy in that department 🥲

And as a something little extra, here’s a few fics that I haven’t had the time to read yet, but damn I’m buzzing to get to read them:

Those Eyes Chico [ongoing series] @kookslastbutton

Burden @casuallyimagining

Pour some sugar on me @yoonia

Turbulence [AO3] by orphan_account

Only Yesterday [completed series] @borathae

Happy birthday to our Lotus flowers, YOONGI!!!! 🥳💜✨