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Trophy Husband - Chapter 4

Hyunjin x Reader (fem.) Genre: Arranged Marriage au!, Marriage of Convenience-ish, Romance, Angst, Frenemies-to-Lovers, NSFW (mdni) Warnings: cunnilingus/oral sex (f), mentions of masturbation, cursing, drinking, crude language, somewhat proofread WC: 6.5k A/N: what a fun ride this chapter had been to write😌 Feedback, Reblogs, Likes are greatly appreciated! Happy reading! ── MASTERLIST

Synopsis: Two individuals with polar opposite lifestyles are thrown into an arranged marriage for the benefit of both their families, or so they claim. One is a frivolous playboy, living off familial wealth, while the other is an overly controlling workaholic. Navigating their marriage with a business-like approach, their relationship is marked by a whirlwind of bickering, banter, and societal pressures. Amid misunderstandings, they uncover layers of unexpected qualities, eventually discovering a sweet love neither saw coming.

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There was something heavy in the air. By this time in the evening, the apartment was usually filled with Hyunjin’s loud laughter and Y/N recounting whatever had irked her that day.

But tonight, there was none of that. Silence hung between the gallery director and her trophy husband, both seemingly avoiding eye contact.

The atmosphere at dinner was thick with awkwardness. Y/N and Hyunjin sat across from each other at the dining table, the clink of their cutlery the only sound breaking the silence. 

Hyunjin busied himself with serving food, but Y/N’s gaze was fixed on his veiny hands. At the long fingers that he used to pleasure himself on their bed. A memory that decided it was going to haunt her for the rest of time, refusing to leave her mind. Her cheeks flushed as the thought invaded her mind anew, and she mentally scolded herself for letting such perverse thoughts take over.

But Hyunjin only saw her, frozen, eyes downcast, lost in thought.

The dark-haired man cleared his throat, breaking the silence at last.

   “I didn’t realize you’d be home early.”

His voice was steady, despite the awkwardness he felt. Y/N’s eyes shot up, meeting his gaze for a split second before quickly averting them.

It was unusual. For her to not even be able to look him in the eyes, when she was perhaps the very best at shooting intense stares.

   “I-I had some free time and decided to come back. Didn’t think I’d interrupt… whatever that was.” She croaked, fumbling for her fork.

A new side of her that had Hyunjin raise an eyebrow. A small smile tugged at his lips as he watched her scrambling in front of him. A sight that should have embarrassed him, yet seeing her so flustered in front of him amused him in a way he didn’t expect.

As if the memory of her staring at him, lips parted, eyes wide in shock wasn’t as bad as it seemed. He felt like teasing all of a sudden, the awkwardness of the moment faded, replaced by an unexpected surge of mischief.

   “Well, you were the one who told me to jerk off whenever I needed to let off steam. Don’t pretend like you didn’t enjoy seeing me in all my robe-clad glory. I know I looked irresistible.”

Y/N blinked, processing the absurdity of his words. Her gaze shot up to meet his smug expression. 

Staring at a gaze that reminded her of their wedding day. A playful, taunting grin ghosting over his lips. One that easily brings out the competitive side of her she slightly missed in the tense atmosphere.

His playful words immediately cut through the awkward feeling that had settled, garnering an instant eye roll from her. She sighed incredulously, her form relaxing and once truly processing his ridiculous words, she let out a scoff.

   “Oh you caught me, I was waiting desperately for the day to finally walk in on you playing with yourself.” Her voice was dripping with sarcasm, the kind that always made Hyunjin chuckle.

And he did, almost relaxing into his seat, the earlier tension dissipating as he let out a breathy laugh. 

   “Next time, put a sign on the door.” She muttered, earning another echoing laugh from him.

But beneath the playful banter, Y/N felt an unexpected sense of relief. 

The realization that Hyunjin hadn’t brought anyone home, that he wasn’t indulging in the countless women who often threw themselves at him, something she had witnessed on more than one occasion… was comforting. 

Watching as his now relaxed form continued to serve them dinner, her eyes trailed over his distracted expression.

Who would have thought that someone with a reputation as his, would show more self-control than those who prided themselves on being true lovers?

It was surprising, but meaningful. Every day, he did something that reshaped her initial judgment of his character.

There had been a noticeable shift in their relationship after this incident. They had become more comfortable with each other, their interactions more relaxed, genuine. Even more-so than it was. Neither of them even realized.

Still, Hyunjin continued to tease her about that evening. As if she was the one who should have been embarrassed. As if the memory of it didn’t make his stomach churn in a way he couldn’t describe.

His loud voice often called out to the other room, where he knew she was busy with something he could never quite understand.

   “I’m gonna take a shower! You’re free to barge in and take a peek if you want!” He shouted.

And of course, her response was always the same. Along the lines of a loud groan that would make him laugh, followed by her irritated “Shut it, Hwang!”

But when the door clicked close behind him and his laughter quieted, his voice instantly faded into soft curses. He found himself leaning against the door, his heart pounding erratically in his chest. His hands pressing against his flushed face, eyes staring at the tiles, a part of him wishing she would actually barge in on him again. 

Part of him wanting to get another glimpse of her staring at him when he was the most vulnerable.

Shit, he was starting to sound like a lunatic.

Though lunatic might actually be what he was turning into.

Hwang Hyunjin found himself trapped in a maze he never expected to be thrown into.

He had been promised that once he agreed to be Y/N Yeom’s trophy husband, he’d have nothing to worry about. No duties. No responsibilities. 

No concerns. No headaches.

But now, his mind was tangled in all sorts of worries.

It happened every time his so-called wife leaned into him to reach over and grab something from the counter, unintentionally pinning him in place. His body would stiffen, while she remained blissfully unaware.

It happened when she’d grip his shoulders to get his attention, or when her fingers would tug at his wrists in social settings, leading him from one place to another, her smile radiating.

The casual touches meant nothing to her, but to him, they felt more intimate than anything he’d ever known.

Now, he was drowning in headaches, in concerns he never imagined he’d have. She never promised him freedom from any of this.

The anxiety, the fear. 

She never thought someone like him, the womanizer, the playboy, the screw-up second son of the Hwangs, would ever fall for her.

And yet, here he was, terrified.

Terrified that this infatuation would consume him. 

That he wouldn’t be able to control himself, he might say something, do something that would push her away.

Her genuine smiles. The endless compliments. The tug of his wrist, the way she pulled him into her world.

And those quiet moments when he watched her sleep, her chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm, the most unguarded he’d ever seen her. All of these things that drove him crazy, yet made him the happiest he could be, he feared it would be taken away from him.

He imagined it.

A scenario where he confessed everything. Where he told her that he wanted her. 

All of her. The sides he had slowly uncovered over the months. The good, the bad, the irritating, the frustrating.

The graceful, the kind, the protective. The sides of her he craved more than anything,

Would she accept him too?

Overlooking all the names that were attached to him, the unkind, the impure.

Or would she laugh in his face? 

Tell him he wasn’t worthy. That he was broken, a liability? That he didn’t have what it took to be a real husband?

At that moment, he felt a wave of regret.

Suddenly, he didn’t want to be just a trophy husband. Suddenly, he felt helpless.

Yet, all he could do was laugh. Bitterly. At himself. At all the bad choices he made, never wondering if they would have any consequences.

Apparently they did, and here he was paying the price. Shoving his feelings deeper into his chest.

Something he had always been good at.

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There had been a light, almost effortless comfort between them, a peace that settled quietly into their daily lives. 

But somewhere along the way, something had shifted. 

And in the weeks that followed, that shift deepened, causing an unsettling tension to grow between the couple.

The warmth that once defined their relationship now felt strained, replaced by a return of old habits and new frustrations.

Y/N found herself growing increasingly prickly, and the irritation she could no longer keep in check began to seep into every corner of their life together.

It was a chilly evening, the night dark, yet inside the business-couple’s apartment, the silence was even chillier, the gaze in Hyunjin’s glare even darker.

He had looked down at his wife with narrowed brows of annoyance. 

He had finally snapped. Jaw clenched as he held himself back from yelling back at her like she had done.

He dropped the plate of fruit he had cut for her, hoping it might sweeten her sour mood, causing it to clatter noisily against the table before settling.

They had been arguing for the past week, tiny things that she blew out of proportion often lead to him sighing as he conceited. Her snappish remarks and minor acts of lashing out over trivial matters were clear signs that she was struggling with something. She had been particularly on edge that week, consumed by a project she needed funding for but was too proud to approach her parents for help. Who knows if her father might throw in another deal in exchange for it.

Maybe kids this time? If Hyunjin didn’t take the lead of his empire, maybe a grandkid could. God, even the thought of it pissed her off.

Her frustration was spilling over into every corner of their life. And tonight, Hyunjin had finally had enough.

It wasn’t unusual. The sight of a disheveled living room, her “organized mess” splayed around her like every other day. A chaotic jumble of papers and clutter, that Hyunjin always tidied after.

Yet, suddenly even that seemed to irritate her today.

   “─Can you please, just get out of my hair!” She snapped, her voice biting, sharp with frustration.

It was probably the third time she snapped at him. Her tone making his brow twitch, yet the sting of her words still pricked him. But Hyunjin didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he stood there, his chest tight, his hands clenched at his sides. He had been so patient, so understanding, but there was a limit to how much anyone could take.

Despite the burn of her words, Hyunjin merely scoffed. He could feel the hurt creeping into his voice, mingling with the bitterness that had been building up inside him.

   “Gladly.” He shot back, his tone louder now, faint with emotion he didn’t want to admit.

He turned on his heels, the movement sharp and angry, and stormed into the bedroom. Moments later, he emerged with his jacket slung over his shoulder and his keys in hand.

   “Call me when you decide you’re done being a cranky pain in the ass!” He shouted, his voice ringing through the corridor, yet distant. 

The apartment door slammed behind him with such force that it echoed, the loud sound making Y/N flinch.

The silence that settled after was deafening.

Y/N sat frozen, staring in the direction of the door, her heart pounding in her chest. 

   “Damn it.” She muttered under her breath, a deep groan escaping her as she buried her face in her hands. 

A sharp pang of regret sliced through her chest. She had pushed him out. She had lashed out, just like she always did when things felt out of control, and now Hyunjin had left home. 

The one person who was always there, the one person who truly cared. She drove him away. The realization hit her like a cold wave, adding to the frustration she was already drowning in.

But before she could even bring herself to call him, to try and apologize, her phone vibrated loudly against the wooden table. The sudden noise was an instant distraction. A call from her secretary that snapped her back to reality. 

Work. 

Her mind briefly wandered to Hyunjin as she answered.

The gallery director’s husband found himself at his usual bar, a place that had evolved from a modest local hole-in-the-wall bar to an upscale retreat for the elite, thanks to Hyunjin’s frequent patronage and the social connections he brought with him. The bar owner, a man who had become a friend over the years, greeted him with a warm smile.

   “Haven’t seen you around lately, buddy. The usual?” The older man asked, already preparing to make Hyunjin’s drink with practiced ease.

Hyunjin offered a thin smile in return, his nod barely perceptible. It was an unmistakable shift, one that the old bar owner wasn’t used to seeing from him. 

The second Hwang son had always been the life of the party. Always smiling, always glowing, effortlessly drawing people in with his charm and presence. He was the kind of man who thrived in social circles, surrounded by friends who admired him, by women who wanted to linger at his side. The bar owner had seen it all. Yet tonight, the light in his eyes seemed dimmer.

   “Seems like something’s bothering you.” The bartender observed, his gaze trailing over the distant look in Hyunjin’s eyes.

The younger man fell silent for a moment, exhaling a deep sigh.

   “I don’t even know what’s bothering me.” Hyunjin muttered, his voice low and weighed down with frustration. 

He sank deeper into the high chair, staring blankly at the polished surface of the bar, his fingers idly tracing the contours of his wedding band, the metal cool against his skin as his mind drifted.

It was a lie. He knew exactly what was bothering him.

And it wasn’t just the fact that Y/N had been grating on his nerves all week, stretching his patience thin. It wasn’t even the arguments, the tension, or her frustration spilling over onto him. What really ate at him was not knowing how to help, not knowing what he could do to truly relieve her of her stress.

To bring back those smiles he suddenly missed.

The older man watched Hyunjin’s distracted expression again, his head dropping slightly with a stifled grin, as though he had already figured out the cause. It was written all over Hyunjin’s face. The older bartender was no stranger to the patterns of married men who frequented his place. He didn’t need much to connect the dots. 

He’d heard Hyunjin had gotten married, and when men like him came in with that particular distant look on their face, it usually pointed to one thing.

   “Trouble with the wife, huh?” He finally asked, his tone more a statement than a question.

Hyunjin paused, his gaze fixated on the drink the bar owner placed before him. The words “the wife” rolled off his tongue with a mix of weariness and worry. He didn’t know if this man could help him, but somehow, he found himself letting the words spill out.

   “I’ve been walking on eggshells all week because she’s been so stressed. Instead, she’s just been taking all her frustrations out on me.” He said through slight irritation, downing the drink in two gulps.

A slight groan escaped his lips as he places the glass back in front of him.

   “And I have no idea how to help either.” Hyunjin muttered, his voice heavy as he watched the man across from him take his empty glass, already beginning to fix a second drink.

His friend nodded sympathetically, recognizing the familiar strain in Hyunjin’s voice.

   “Ah, I understand exactly what you’re going through. It’s a common story among us married men, unfortunately.” The bar owner chuckled slowly, but as his laughter faded, he studied the frowning young man in front of him. 

A moment of contemplation passed, before a light sparked in his eyes. A smirk slowly curled on his lips as he placed the second drink in front of Hyunjin.

   “There’s other ways to help, you know?” The bartender said, crossing his arms over his chest. Seeing the confused look on Hyunjin’s face, he leaned in slightly, his voice lowering. 

   “Usually, I find that attending to my wife’s other needs helps placate her.” There was a playful, almost suggestive tone in his words, followed by a breathy chuckle as he straightened up.

Hyunjin blinked at him, a mixture of curiosity and disbelief crossing his face. His brow furrowed, but then, a reluctant chuckle escaped him as the implication of the older man’s words sank in.

It was laughable, really. The idea that he could just swoop in and ease things that easily. It wasn’t that simple. At least not in his marriage.

He could almost imagine Y/N’s reaction, perhaps a swift kick to a very sensitive place before he even made a move.

The director’s husband recalled the way she attacked Alex, the sound of her kick striking the younger cousin’s shin echoed in his mind. 

Hyunjin let out a long sigh, dropping his head as his fingers ran through his hair. 

   “Yeah… not sure I’ll try that approach.” He mumbled under his breath, bringing the glass of his whiskey to his lips.

But three or so drinks later, Hyunjin found himself standing outside their apartment door, his finger hovering over the keypad. He stood almost stiff in the middle of the hallway for the past ten minutes, battling with himself. His cheeks flushed with the effects of alcohol, his mind swirling in a haze of uncertainty. His older friend’s words were still echoing in his thoughts, a suggestion that had seemed so absurd earlier but now lingered, persistently.

During the taxi ride back, he had impulsively pulled out his phone, doing a quick search on “ways to relieve your wife’s stress”. The first suggestion that popped up was eerily similar to what the bartender had implied.

Something about emotional relief through physical closeness, nonsense.

Hyunjin had groaned to himself, shaking his head as he tried to shake it all out of his mind. He wasn’t sure whether it was the alcohol, the sheer absurdity of it, or the mix of his both his frustrations and his deep desires, that was slowly gnawing at him. He didn’t want to admit it, but the idea had started to sound more enticing by the second, and the more he thought about it, the more he seemed to have been entertaining it.

The buzzing silence of the apartments halls seemed to stretch on forever, and for a moment, Hyunjin considered walking away. But there was something inside him, a pull, an uncertainty, that made him stay. His hand trembled slightly as it hovered over the keypad, the weight of his next move pressing on him. He was completely aware of how ridiculous he probably looked, how his thoughts sounded.

   “You’re completely messed up, Hyunjin.” He muttered under his breath, hesitating a final time before punching in the code and pushing the door open, his heart racing despite himself, mentally preparing himself for whatever awaited him. 

The living room was dimly lit, a few of her things still scattered over the table but mostly piled neatly, her laptop wide open but the screen darkened. Hyunjin could hear Y/N moving around in the kitchen, the gentle clinking of spoons and the hum of the kettle faintly echoing through the halls. He took a slow breath, bracing himself as he made his way toward.

And as he approached the island counter, he saw her busying herself with a cup of tea, placing it carefully on the counter next to her. She turned, her eyes widening in surprise when she saw him standing there.

   “Ah—you’re back.” Y/N’s voice was softer than usual, laced with guilt. 

The tension that had erupted between them those hours ago, had faded. But the air was still thick with so many unspoken things, a quieter atmosphere settling in its place.

Hyunjin’s gaze lingered on her, his thoughts at war with one another. Part of him wished she was still agitated, still glaring at him. So he could act on the bartender’s suggestion. But the thought made him cringe almost instantly. He shook his head to get rid of them, forcing a casual stance as he cleared his throat, casting a glance at the mug she had placed on the counter behind her.

   “H-have you cooled down?” He asked, tilting his head as he walked around the island, leaning against the refrigerator.

Y/N sighed, her eyes falling to the floor.

   “I’m trying to.” She muttered, turning to face him fully, exhaling slowly as she tried to gather the words before speaking.

   “Look… I’m sorry about earlier.” She finally looked at him.

   “This season is incredibly busy for the gallery, especially with that project, having someone around during this time is new to me. I shouldn’t have lashed out at you. I know you were just trying to help.” There was a genuine regret in her voice, and the furrow in her brows spoke more of her frustration with everything else, than with him.

Hyunjin’s lips tugged into a faint smile, touched by her apology. He hadn’t expected it. He thought she’d be too proud, too stubborn to admit when she was in the wrong. But deep down, maybe he had known that she wasn’t that kind of person. That very softness beneath her tough exterior, both puzzled and drew him in. 

Amongst all the other things about her that drove him mad.

And like a switch, his smile faded, a darker mood taking hold. Hyunjin’s gaze flickerd to the mug across from him, the warmth of the moment suddenly slipping away, suddenly welcoming another kind of tense atmosphere.

He inhaled deeply, trying to swallow the dryness in his throat. 

   “Do you think the tea will help?” His voice was softer.

He couldn’t bring himself to say more. His words felt heavy, and there was something else lingering on the tip of his tongue. Words that he was afraid to voice. 

Yet at the same time, his heart raced. His thoughts fueled by the liquor and a sudden sense of boldness. He could feel his cheeks growing hot as whatever he was about to say burned within him.

   “I hope it does. I had to step away to keep my mind off of all that.” Her eyes pointed towards the mess across the apartment.

After a brief pause, Hyunjin stood up straighter and took a step closer. 

   “I could think of another way to keep your mind occupied for… a bit.” He said, his voice dropping lower, his eyes gleaming with something she couldn’t quite place.

Y/N, unaware of what he truly meant, moved closer to the island counter, her fingers lightly brushing over the surface as she searched for a coaster for her tea. She hadn’t yet noticed the shift in his tone or the shift in the atmosphere around them.

   “How?” She asked, her voice slightly more curious now, though she still hadn’t fully realized what he was hinting at. 

She was too focused on her task, looking away from his gaze for a moment, her attention purely on the mundane search, not yet grasping anything at all. Oblivious to his gaze, lingering over her figure, his cheeks tingling, skin burning from all the emotions swirling within him, from the liquor he downed.

And for a brief second, Hyunjin felt his blood run cold, that voice that had been whispering dark thoughts, sounded louder than ever. His gaze trailed over her, falling to her short nightgown, which stopped just above her knees.

Then, he made a move.

His arm reaching out almost instinctively, daringly. Fingers brushing gently against the hem of her dress, almost ghosting over the fabric. The touch was light, but still, it caused her to jump slightly. Her eyes shot down to his fingers and then flicked up to meet his gaze, which was now intense, focused entirely on her. 

The air between them shifted, suddenly thickening with an unspoken tension. This time she felt it, heavily aware.

   “Let me help you destress.” He said, his voice barely above a whisper, a boldness in his eyes that contrasted sharply with the vulnerability he felt inside.

For a moment, Y/N was speechless. Her mind raced, the gears turning as she processed exactly what he had been implying, of his touch. She could feel the weight of his gaze, and the realization of what he was suggesting hit her all at once. Her heart skipped a beat, searching his expression for any sign of mockery, for a mischievous glint. But all she found was raw, focused eyes locked onto hers.

Usually, she would have fired back with a snarky comment, but instead, she found herself captivated by his sudden and surprising offer. By his dark gaze staring into hers. Her eyes dropped back to his fingers, now gripping her dress lightly, waiting for her words.

To either tell him to get lost, tell him he had gone crazy, mad. That he was a lunatic.

Or, to make his next move.

   “Y-You’re not seriously suggesting what I think you are, right?” She stammered, trying to sound composed despite the flush of excitement and nervousness bubbling in her stomach.

   “It’s a-a surefire way to relieve your frustration.” Hyunjin replied, his voice surprisingly steady, almost matter-of-fact. 

   “According to the internet... and some other sources.” He met her gaze, hoping it was enough to justify whatever nonsense he knew he was spewing right now. 

She raised an eyebrow, pressing her lower back flush against the island counter, her thoughts swirling.

This man was a player, a womanizer. Of course this would be his “surefire” method. But still, the thought of it all made her stifle a laugh.

   “You’ve actually researched this? Gosh, Hyunjin…” She let out the laugh she failed to hold back, her body shaking from the amusement she hadn’t felt in her hectic week.

This man truly had a knack for saying the most ridiculous things with the most sincere expressions.

Hyunjin’s expression softened as he watched her laugh, his gaze warming. A sight he had missed.

He wasn’t sure what came over him, but before he could fully process it, his hands were on her hips. With a gentle, but swift lift, he placed her on the counter. The sudden shift reflexively made her yelp in surprise. 

Her hands shot up to hold his shoulder, steadying herself from the sudden act. Their faces were now close, with his body pressed against hers, her big eyes wide in surprise as she glanced between his equally startled gaze. The press of his fingers still on her hips, were firm and searing over the material of her dress. 

   “Y-you’re actually serious about this?” She almost gasped in a surprised whisper.

Hyunjin leaned in, their closeness felt electric, charged with an unspoken spark that made Y/N feel goosebumps. But he only stared, his eyes trailing over her expression, of such surprise he hasn’t seen before.

God, did she look pretty.

He wanted to kiss her. To finally press his lips onto hers like he had imagined all those times his eyes lingered. But he knew he shouldn’t. He couldn’t. Else he’ll lose himself. 

Instead he gulped, his expression softening.

   “Let me…help you please.” Hyunjin whispered, his breath carrying a faint scent of liquor. 

The low, pleading tone in his voice made Y/N’s stomach twist in a way she hadn’t expected. But what surprised her wasn’t just his offer, but the desperate edge in his voice. Hinting at something deeper.

For a moment, she just looked at him, her heart pounding. Taking in the undeniable vulnerability in his gaze, and despite the underlying amusement she felt from boldness of the situation, it felt like this was something he wanted more than she really needed. 

But still, he was awaiting her consent. For her to either pull him in or push him away. 

Y/N’s fingers tightened on his shoulders, her gaze dropping to the buttons of his shirt as her thoughts swirled in ways she never imagined they would.

The sane side of her told her to not give into his seductive tone, his intense gaze. He was a playboy, working his charms to lure her into whatever game he wanted to play.

While another part, the curious one. The one that couldn’t help but peer into his eyes, told her to allow him to do whatever he wanted. To show her what he was offering.

She didn’t think she would be curious about the ways Hwang Hyunjin worked his magic. 

His offer was enticing. It would be a win-win situation, at least. Or so she told herself to quiet the uncertainty gnawing at her. Trying to convince herself.

But seeing him standing here, so close, so…obedient. She realized that she had actually been very curious.

Suddenly, Y/N’s mind drifted back to his recent behavior. 

Every glance he gave her, every touch that lingered, spoke of something that had been building between them for months. Something she had been too blind to see until now. Sitting on the cold counter, the heat of his fingers pressing into her hips made it clear. 

Somewhere along the way, she had started wondering about that side of him.  

The Hwang Hyunjin who effortlessly charmed women, the playboy she heard tales about. The one she had expected to see more of even after they were married, yet he seemingly hid away after their ceremony. It all stirred a new curiosity in her, one that she couldn’t ignore. 

And here he was, standing before her, asking to reveal just that.

Y/N found herself biting at her bottom lip, eyes boring into his.

   “Fine…G-go ahead. Show me how you’ll help.” She managed to breathe out, blinking with surprise at her answer, at the way the words came out of her mouth.

Her greenlight made his gaze falter for a moment, stare at her with his own surprise. Her unexpected approval was something he honestly didn’t expect. Yet here she sat, curious eyes peering into his.

But of course that doesn’t last long enough, his hands instantly tugging at her dress, balling the fabric in his fists to hike it up. Rushed actions that made her gasp, gripping at his shoulder to stay still. The feeling of his hands traveling up the skin of her bare thighs, suddenly all she could focus on.

Hyunjin doesn’t wait another second, his movements chased by both the adrenaline coursing through him, and the fear that she might take back her words. 

   “J-just relax. I’m-I’m here to make things…right.” His lips brushed against her ear in a whisper.

He was stumbling over his words. Something that had never happened to him. And it made his heart beat even faster, suddenly realizing that he was nervous. Suddenly scared, excited.

While Hyunjin battled his inner turmoil, Y/N felt herself stiffen under his touch. In a state almost opposite of what his words had coaxed her to relax into. His breath fanning against the shell of her ear, combined with the warmth of his touch grazing against her thighs, made Y/N’s heart race in a way she hadn’t anticipated, suddenly looking forward to his…unconventional, but daring approach of helping her. 

Her eyes fluttered, unknowingly tugging him by his shoulders. She could smell his cologne, mixed with that earlier scent of the drinks he had, and she found herself inhaling it, closed eyes trying to focus on how hot his fingers felt pulling down her underwear.

They were off in a swift action, discarded without a second thought. He took a small step back to look at her. Hyunjin’s eyes darken with that same glaze of emotions that kept making its appearance ever since he stood in front of her. 

The one she failed to recognize. The one that was clearly of a hunger. A deep desire so evident in his eyes, she could already feel the wetness pool in between her legs, clenching tighter.

The gallery director stared intently at the sight of her trophy husband, his toned figure slowly getting down on his knees, settling in front of her legs. 

It was a slightly fascinating sight. Watching this man drop lower. 

She would have never thought that this would ever happen. 

Never imagined seeing Hwang Hyunjin on his knees for her. 

Her trophy husband was about to go down on her because he wanted to help relieve her stress. Because she was such a cranky pain in the ass, he needed to do something about it.

Or so he claimed.

His fingers pressed firmly against the soft skin of her calves, trailing up to slowly part her legs. To reveal her glistening pussy, a sight that made him inhale sharply, his heart beating erratically against his chest. Hyunjin’s eyes darted to her attentive gaze, her awaiting eyes wondering what he’ll do next. Teeth biting back at her bottom lip.

How he was going to help her. 

The gallery director’s husband had been waiting for this moment since the day he realized how badly he wanted her. How badly he wanted to taste her, to fuck her and have her scream nothing but his name. 

He knew he was getting ahead of himself. He knew he shouldn’t be thinking of other things besides this moment that was too good to be true. Worried that he would wake up and realize it was all but a dream.

Still, in his dreams he was able to please her. And he wanted to do just that. 

Hyunjin doesn’t waste any time. Already diving in, spit-coated tongue licking a long stripe into her folds. An action that has Y/N instantly arching her back. At the exhilarating feeling, the somewhat foreign feeling made one hand slap against the cold counter edge, the other reaching down to tangle fingers into his hair, instinctively pushing him deeper.

Hyunjin groaned at her actions, at the feeling of her being so close to him, her fingers in his scalp.

At her taste. Something he’s dreamed about, thought about when he jerked off.

She tasted sweet, so sweet, he groaned against her once again, louder. Exhaling a breath as he continued swirling his tongue in her.

   “F-f-fuck!” She gasped sharply, eyes knitting shut.

His plush lips closed around her clit and began to suck, pulling back to messily lap at her slit with his tongue before repeating the same actions in a pattern.

A rhythm that had her trembling in his grasp, yet her body reacted on its own, almost pulling herself off of the counter, pushing herself forward to chase his mouth. With fingers gripped so tight at the edge of the counter, her knuckles turned white, her ankles locked behind his neck to push him deeper. Her fingers in his hair, tugging at the locks. 

   “Sh-shit!” She began to grind her hips against him, chasing her orgasm. 

Hyunjin could tell she was close, her thighs attempted to clench, squirming under his hands that firmly kept them apart. 

She was breathless, shamelessly rocking herself into his mouth at a faster pace, eyes screwed shut, head falling back. 

She was close, so freaking close. And her husband could tell.

   “Let go baby.” He murmured into her, “let it all go.” 

His voice reverberated against her, sending tremors throughout her body, pushing her off her edge as she did just as he ordered. 

A high-pitched squeak escaped her lips, and suddenly she saw stars.

Her intense orgasm washed over her, and he continued to lap through it, licking her clean. Once the last few waves of the immense pleasure faded and her rocking slowed to a stop to finally begin catching her breath, Hyunjin pulled back, face gleaming in her arousal, sheen of sweat on his forehead, his disheveled hair sticking to his face. 

Intense gaze taking in her from below, radiating, beautiful.

Y/N’s eyes fluttered open and close, unable to focus. Her breath was shaky, trying to catch herself, body feeling light. She opened her mouth to say something, attempted to say anything, but couldn’t, suddenly feeling spent. 

The husband was quick to get on his feet, holding her by the hips once more, before she collapsed into his chest, drained from the intensity of her pleasures. 

Drained from the stress, the exhaustion. Everything that seemed to be weighing her down had seemed to escape with her release.

And she felt light, like she was floating, unable to hold herself up.

He let out a breathy laugh as his fingers gently pushed back a strand of her hair, the soft motion almost tender as they slid down to her jaw. With a subtle pull, he lifted her chin, coaxing her to look up at him, peering into her hazy eyes.

   “Now, did that take your mind off of whatever was making you so cranky?” He mused, lips still covered in a sheen of her release.

She stared up at his smug smile. The one that always seemed to get under her skin, that managed to draw out the competitive streak buried deep within her. 

And yet, for once, she didn’t want to wipe it away. 

There was something about the challenge in his gaze, the way it lingered with a mix of amusement and something else, something harder to place, that made her hesitate.

She didn’t want to make this smile fade.

   “Y-Yes.” Was all she managed to quip, breathless.

Hwang Hyunjin really lived up to his reputation.

But all the notorious Hwang Hyunjin with the playboy reputation could think about now, was how he needed to be buried between her legs every waking moment. 

The thought of being so close to her constantly, of living in her heat if it were up to him, consumed his mind. 

He dropped his hand from her face, giving her the space to steady herself as she dropped her face into his chest. Afraid if he looked any longer into her eyes, he would cave and press his lips onto hers.

That he would go too far and she would see him as nothing but Hwang Hyunijin, the playboy, the womanizer.

Incapable of real connections.

Incapable of love.

His heart raced uncontrollably, pounding with a fierce intensity as he held her close, overwhelmed by the depth of his feelings while he stood there cradling her in his arms. 

Aware that she probably was not thinking the same.

And once again, Hyunjin was forced to accept that he was completely fucked.

But the fleeting moment, the intimate entanglement between the husband and wife who truly had an unusual dynamic, faded as fast as it had arrived.

The exhaustion, the liquor haze, had finally caught up to Hyunjin, who found himself waking up the next morning alone. 

No sign of his wife.

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ to be continued.

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[harryslittlefreakk]

too sweet

summary: essentially porn with little plot… or .. when her boss decides that letting her go is in her best interests, y/n decides to show him exactly what he’s missing out on.

warnings: swearing, light angst, smut (rough sex, oral m receiving, slight domrry) also don’t ask me how he can receive oral if she’s on the desk ?? it just happened

wordcount: 2.8k

a/n: much like the rest of the world, i can’t stop listening to too sweet :) and to me it has ceorry written all over it!! as always please let me know if you enjoyed!! I really want to start trying my hand at more tropes and aus so please let me know if there’s anything you’d like to see!!!

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“Mr Styles, I-”

“I promise you, sweetheart. It’s not a set back, it’s just-”

“I can show you, please.” You were begging and pleading like this job hadn’t been draining the life out of you for months now. You knew that Harry was right, but you didn’t want to, couldn’t, accept another failure.

“Listen.” His words were stern but his face was soft as he reached over the table, placing a ringed hand over the top of yours. “It’s not personal. To succeed in this business you need grit. No one ever got to the top without a hint of cunt, me included.”

He held up his free hand as you opened your mouth, silencing you before the words had even begun to form. “You are special. You don’t have that mean streak, and I refuse to be the one to manufacture it within you. I will find a spot in this company for you, shift people around if I have to. You need to find a role that grows with you, not one that will tear you down.”

You nodded slowly, speechless as his words sunk in. How can you be fired for being too nice? Not cunty enough? You tugged your hand away from Harry’s as if it burned you, shifting uncomfortably in your seat. “Is this because of the cakes?” you asked, cringing as you thought back to all the nice things you’d done around the office. If you weren’t supposed to be nice, why not put that in the job description? Under requirements: IT skills, maths degree, asshole.

Harry laughed, leaning back in his seat as he grinned at you. “In a way, I guess it is because of the cakes. Just trust me, okay? This is for the best. I’d never forgive myself if I turned you into a monster. Finance is a cut-throat world,” he finished, staring out into the office.

When he didn’t say anymore, you stood up, smoothing out your skirt across your thighs. “Thank you for your time, Mr Styles. I’ll wrap up my work and send it over to you, I assume you won’t need me past lunch?”

“No, that’s all. Thank you y/n,” he smiled, nodding as you turned away.

“Dick,” you muttered, pulling the door closed behind you. You could hardly rant and rave to his face, especially after repeatedly hearing how nice you are, but you were inwardly seething. Treating your colleagues like shit would be a good reason to get fired, treating your clients like shit would be a better one. But to be too kind? You’d be lying if you said it didn’t make sense to you, but it was still downright unfair. You had grit, and you’d show him.

You sat silent and dignified until the office left for lunch, wrapping up with the clients you had and sending the remainder to Harry. No one stayed past lunch on a Friday, so the second the last stragglers left, you rushed to the Harry’s office door. You had no game plan, except for bursting in and proving him wrong. Only, as soon as you were about to reach out and knock on the door, it swung open. “Y/n.”

“I have grit,” you told him, slipping past him into his office. It was all you could think to say.

“I-”

“Close the door please,” you motioned your head towards Harry’s seat, signalling for him to sit back down. He was frozen in the doorway, an amused smirk dancing on his lips. “I have grit,” you repeated, gaze following Harry as he pushed the door closed and circled back around his desk.

“You said that,” he sniggered, loosening his grey tie as he watched you pace around the office. “If I didn’t have grit,” you started, willing something entirely different to come out your mouth, knowing that it wouldn’t. “I wouldn’t mention that I know you spent the entire Christmas party in here with Stephanie. With the door locked. And I wouldn’t mention that I’ve noticed the way you look at me,” you finished, eyes glued to the skyline behind Harry’s head.

His jaw clenched a few times, his hands flexing against the wood of his desk. “Good point,” he murmured, his expression totally unreadable as he looked at you. “Come and sit down.”

You padded over tentatively, fingertips gripping the back of the chair as you pulled it out in front of you.

“Not there.” He pushed his chair back, tapping on the wood between his hands.

“What are you-” you started, gaze darting between Harry’s icy stare and your feet, dragging themselves the short distance to Harry’s desk.

“You came here to show me you have grit, no?”

You nodded, heart in your throat as you perched on the edge. “How were you going to show me?” he continued, his eyes unrelenting in their pursuit of weakness within you.

You knew what your game-plan was, but you weren’t expecting Harry to catch on and call your bluff. His voice was muffled by the blood pounding in your ears, your jaw tight as you tried to remain composed under his watch. He leaned back when you stayed silent, one eyebrow raising slightly as his gaze raked down your body. “What were you going to do, y/n?” he asked again, hooking one foot around yours to pull your legs open.

A tiny gasp falling from your lips was the only sound you made, the tension hanging heavy in the air. Harry reached forward, pushing your skirt up around your hips until he saw a flash of your red panties. “I think,” he started, fingertips trailing down your exposed thigh. “You were going to show me that sweet little cunt, show me what it can do. Am I right?” he continued, satisfied as he looked at the trail of goosebumps his touch had left.

You nodded again, eyes fluttering closed in a bid to expel some of the anticipation creeping through your core. “Use your words,” Harry muttered, tugging on your thighs until you landed in his lap.

You opened your eyes, inches away from his face as he splayed a hand across your lower back. “Yes, sir,” you whispered, a shiver running down your spine. His cock twitched beneath your core at the name, his eyes dark.

“From this moment onwards, anything that happens within these walls is between us. Do you understand?” Harry asked, his voice husky and yet somehow softer than you’d ever heard it.

“Of course,” you replied, hoping your eyes communicated the sincerity that your words couldn’t.

Harry placed his free hand on your hip, pushing you down slightly until his firm cock bulged against your entrance.

“What are you and your grit going to do about this then?” he smirked, his fingertips digging into your clothed flesh. You almost choked on the lump in your throat, eyes bulging as you shifted on top of Harry’s girth. His stare was like a challenge, daring you to retreat or prove yourself wrong. But you’d gone too far to back down now, so you swallowed the first taste of tomorrow’s regret and locked your eyes on his, rolling your hips across his lap before stepping off of him.

You answered his questioning frown by sitting back on your heels between his legs, reaching forward with a tentative hand to palm him over his trousers. Harry let you feel him for a second, before swatting you away to unzip his slacks and push them down his thighs.

From the moment you’d first met him, you knew Harry was objectively hot. He was attractive in the same way a friend’s dad would be - enough to appreciate but too out of reach for it to be any more than that. But now as you stared up at him, the strained fabric of his Calvins tight against the cock he was about to fuck your face with, he was the most attractive man you’d ever seen.

Harry tugged the waistband of his boxers down, only enough to set his length free, grabbing hold of your wrist. “No one is to know,” he growled, waiting for your confirmation before guiding your hand to his length.

“No one, sir,” you murmured, pressing your parted lips to the side of his shaft as he pulled his hand away.

“Good girl,” was all Harry could manage as your pout wrapped around his tip, your tongue swirling across the nerves. You let your saliva drip down him, rubbing it across his skin with an unsteady yet firm hand. It felt dirty, transactional almost as if he might let you stay if you performed well enough for him. But you knew you didn’t want that, and he wouldn’t want you working for him once you’d milked his cock for all it had.

You could feel his eyes on you as you pulled your mouth away from him, your hand still working up and down his length. Your gaze darted up to meet his, the hunger in his eyes unlike anything you’d seen before. He was almost animalistic, something feral juxtaposed in his features as he watched you silently, frozen in place. You willed yourself to look away as you bent further down, poking out your tongue to lick a wet line along his cock, but you couldn’t focus on anything but Harry’s face. Your arousal was pooling between your thighs, a breathy moan tumbling past your lips as you took more of him into your mouth, his tip hitting the back of your throat.

You couldn’t take him all, not even close, so your hands worked at the rest of him, one wrapped around his base while the other found his balls, squeezing them gently as your cheeks tightened against his girth. Harry let out a small groan, his first display of your mouth having any effect on him, his hand instinctively tangling into your hair as if he’d been here with you before.

He used his grip to hold your head steady, directing your mouth up and down his length. His cock was knocking into the back of your throat, your whimpers mixing with groans and splutters, until he stopped suddenly, pushing back in his chair until there was distance between the two of you. You were too much, the sight of your pout wrapped around his tip too much for him to take.

“Up,” he demanded, placing a protective hand over the edge of the desk to save you knocking your head. You pulled yourself up to meet where he stood, resting against the desk to take the weight off your shaky legs. Harry’s thumb swiped across your jaw, his eyes fixed on your face. Your swollen red pout, your heavy-lidded eyes, mascara gathered under your lower lashes. You looked a fucking mess, and he was loving every second of it.

He bent down slightly, fingers slipping under your skirt to hook around the side of your panties. He pulled them off, helping you to raise both feet, before stuffing them into the pocket of his slacks.

“Turn around,” Harry murmured, nodding as you obeyed him. His fingers trailed across your hips, pushing on your back until your stomach hit the wood of his desk.

You let out a whimper as he pressed a hand between your legs, his fingertips dancing across your skin until they met your entrance, hot and sticky and so ready for him. Harry swiped a finger through your folds, a tiny chuckle the only sound he made as you squirmed, his free hand splayed across your back, keeping you pinned down. “Got yourself all worked up f’me, huh?” he drawled, voice so low it sent shivers down your spine.

You nodded, too overcome with need to form any words. Harry pressed into you, collecting your juices on his tip before pushing himself inside, eyes screwed shut as your walls constricted around him. Your whimpers turned into a string of expletives, his girth too much for you to take. “Tight little cunt, all for me,” Harry whispered, stilling inside of you now that he’d bottomed out. His hands were digging into the skin of your ass, your curves engulfing the base of his cock. “All for you,” you panted, desperately trying to find something to grip on to, something to steady you while Harry tore you in two.

He pulled back, mouth hanging open as he watched himself emerge from your pretty pink lips, his length already smothered in your juices. He wanted to resist, to be gentle with you, but your cunt was begging him to destroy it, to instil in it some of the grit you claimed to have. It was between his head and his heart, yet Harry could only think with his cock.

He slammed into you hard, your hips knocking against the edge of his desk, the contents of his drawers rattling as he drilled into you. His office was far from sound proof, and any stragglers left in the building would hear nothing but your cries and screams as he rocked his hips into yours, his cock hitting every inch of you. But that only spurred him on further, the thrill of your pleasure coursing through his veins. He landed a blow on the curve of your ass, a satisfied grin spreading across his face as he watched the red hand print appear, the skin bouncing with every snap of his hips.

“Fuck, Har- fuck,” you cried, breathless as Harry slammed his hips into yours before pulling out completely. He grabbed at your waist, tugging at your dress for you to turn over. “I need to see you,” he growled, eyes completely darkened when you turned to face him. You’d never seen him with as much as a hair out of place, yet now he looked possessed by his own lust. He was messy, curls hanging down his forehead and a blush to his cheeks, shirt half unbuttoned.

He circled around your clit as you looked him up and down, eyes never leaving yours. “Taking me like a fucking good girl,” he whispered, pushing back into your entrance.

“I can’t- please, sir,” you whimpered, chest heaving as he continued fucking into you with the same ferocity as before. Between his cock, his fingers, his face, you were coming apart. He was twitching inside of you with every moan that left your lips, his own climax creeping up as quickly as yours was. He stilled for a moment, his fingers never ceasing as they rubbed pleasure into your nerves. “You can, and you will. Come for me,” he urged, grabbing a hold of your waist as he thrust into you, each snap of his hips pushing you closer to the edge.

“I’m, fuck-” was all you could cry, your mouth falling open as you shook and writhed under him, his words coaxing out an orgasm stronger than you’d ever imagined. Your eyes brimming with tears, brows knitted as you cried out, hips bucking into the palm of his hand. Harry slowed down slightly, seconds between each thrust as he worked you through your high, your cream coating every inch of his thick cock.

The second you stilled, he slipped his hand under your back, pulling you up to sit as he pulled his cock from you. Harry dragged a thumb across your bottom lip, smirking at your tiny pout as you felt the emptiness in your cunt. “Open up,” he whispered, replacing his thumb with his tip, pushing it past your lips as he worked his hand up and down the length.

You took him into your mouth for the second time that day, the mix of your juices like sweet nectar against your tongue. You were dizzy from your climax, every inch of your core on fire from the sheer brutality of his cock, your walls still pulsing. Harry was grunting and groaning, even his moans husky as he twitched between your lips, his jaw tensing as he came undone, hot cum shooting to the back of your throat.

He held a hand to the nape of your neck, grounding himself as he bucked into you, filling you up at a much faster rate than you could swallow. “Good girl,” he cooed, letting you lick every last drop of cum from his tip before he pulled away, sinking down into his chair as his hand dropped down your body.

You leaned your arms back against the desk, eyes glued to the ceiling as you tried to catch your breath, the stinging of your entrance doubled by the sudden lack of touch.

Harry kept watching you, still under your spell, unable to will his eyes away as you panted. “You have grit,” he whispered, a glimmer in his eye. “But I can’t let you work for me after that.”

“As long as you know I have grit, Mr. Styles,” you smirked, rolling your head down to look at him again.

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[the-bitter-ocean]

(ACT 3 SPOILERS) Hi everyone! I Wanted to post writing I did for @tealgoat In tales of time au!! For context it’s set around act 3, where Odile reached the end for the first time with a family run. The art I used in this post is made by teal and you can find the links to those drawings individually over here and here! Writing is under the cut:

< You’re here again. >

< But something feels different. >

< You managed to beat the king like always… but this time..>

< This time you had the courage to call your companions your family. >

< You got to understand all of them a little better and in turn that made you all grow closer. >

< Is that what you needed? Is that the solution to the problem? >

< You didn’t think that helping them would amount to anything much, but the story’s outcome changed a little didn’t it? >

< Even if it was small.. you know how important it is. >

< Your father used to tell you that rereading a story allows you to see details you may have not noticed on a first pass. >

< That it can your change your entire perception of the story itself, even. >

< Is this what you needed all along? >

<Your heart feels warm. >

< He used to read you stories like that all the time. >

< Fairytales about love and friendship saving the world. >

< It gave you comfort then.. and it seems it’s giving you comfort now. >

< You’ve talked to everyone.. they all said different lines then the ones you’re used to.>

< With that logic in mind.. then it should be obvious that the Head Housemaiden should say something different. >

=> < Talk to her. >

=> < Don’t talk to her yet.>

=> < Talk to her.>

< You’ve said everything you needed to say to your companions. >

< It’s time for the moment of truth. >

< You approach the Head Housemaiden and greet her. >

< “Hello!” >

< The head Housemaiden smiles at you and waves. >

((“Hello traveling one! Are you done talking to your companions? Yes, wonderful wonderful-“))

< ….?>

((“ I’d like to thank you for accompanying young Mirabelle on the journey. You have my gratitude.”))

((“ Odile, yes? If there’s anything I can do to thank you, please don’t hesitate to let me know!”))

<….?!>

((“I know you will go back on your travels soon but I do hope-”))

<…>

<…… Ah. >

< Of course. >

((“ Just know that no matter what that Dormont will always be open to you! Please come back any…time….”))

((“…!!!! Oh… oh no no no.. oh nonono-“))

< Ahahaha…!>

< You should’ve expected this. >

< Why would whatever happened before change the story’s ending now? >

< Just because you felt loved and safe? Stupid stupid stupid- you should’ve known better! Why did you decide to rely on how you felt instead of looking at the reality of the situation you’re in? >

< You try to breathe. >

((“ Oh Odile! I’m so sorry..!”))

< It’s fine. It’s just the end again. It’s the same. >

((“ I’m so sorry..there’s no way we can stop it now!” ))

< You’ll just be..>

((“- going back! Back when everything started!”))

< You know her lines by heart, now. >

< If you know what happens next…then you can always know how to react and never be disappointed.>

< You’re fine. >

< You’re…>

<| “…? Odile?” |>

<| “Is everything okay?”|>

< You turn your head and look in Siffrin’s direction. >

< He’s staring right at you. >

< You can’t shift your expression fast enough. >

<| “ Odile what’s wrong- “|>

{“ Head Housemaiden, is something the matter?” }

((“ I cant fix it on my own, not before it all ends… if only I noticed it all sooner!”))

[“Huh? What’s happening? ]

(“ Dile?”)

< You can’t move. >

< You’re frozen. >

{ “Madame, what’s-Urgh!”}

[“ Is something happening? The air around us.. it feels like.. AGH!” ]

(“ My head hurts!!!”)

((“ It’s my fault you have to suffer like this…”))

<| “ODILE!!!”|>

[“ M’DAME!!!”]

< They’re all running, reaching towards you..>

(“ Dile come back! Somethings wrong!!!”)

< You have to move. >

{“ MADAME ODILE!!!!”}

< Maybe you can catch Isabeau’s hand if you reach out to him. >

((“I just hope that one day..”))

< You slowly hold your hand out for him to hold. >

< You take a step forward. >

((“ You could learn to forgive-“))

< And you- >

__________________________________________________________

<You open your eyes, your hand reaching out to nothing. >

< You’re back in the store once more. >

< You grip unto the shelf and take a deep breath. >

< Foolish. >

< You press your fingers against the bridge of your nose and adjust your glasses. >

< You laugh quietly as you can. >

< You truly believed this could work, didn’t you?>

< You really thought helping them all would be the key to your escape! >

< That if you helped them, if you were loved, then surely it had to free you, right? >

< Hahahahaha! >

< That was awfully childish of you! >

< They loved you but it’s not enough to save you! >

< And why would it? When has anything ever been that simple for you? >

< You should know better. >

< Everything was reset back to the beginning. >

< Any character development reversed and undone. As if it never happened at all. >

< Mirabelle is back to feeling out of place because of her identity. >

< Isabeau is still hiding everything about himself, pretending to be something he’s not. >

< Boniface is back to feeling like they’re useless and that they don’t contribute enough to the rest of you. >

< Siffrin won't remember the times you spent together.. back to being scared of you..! >

< And you're back here.. again.. and again .. and again! >

< That's what you get for hoping! That's what you deserve, for being so blinding incompetent and - >

< You slowly look up and glance at the clock. >

< Siffrin will enter the shop soon, won't he? >

<…>

< You need to cut this spiral of yours short then. That’s fine, it’s not like crying ever did you any favors.>

< Focus on the present. >

<The power of friendship didn't work. That’s fine. >

< All you can do is try something else now.>

< You owe it to everyone to keep going. >

< The story isn’t over for you yet. >

| You got a MEMORY OF FAMILY! |

< You'll always remember this. >

| When equipped, Memory of Family doubles everyone's EXP gained in battle, except for yours. |

[pookie-mulder]

July 2024 fic roundup

Here are the highlights from this month! I really love doing these. It helps me be more engaged with what I’m reading and actually remember individual fics once I’m done with them (rather than stuffing them in the collective “fic soup” in my brain, where they’ll combine together until there’s no hope of remembering details). Anyway, I highly recommend doing some sort of fic journal! I’d love to know what you guys are reading.

🦆👧 Temporum VI by Emily_M1013

This is the third installment of a wonderful Emily AU, The Mallards series. I love how it puts its own spin on canon events, and I’m delighted every time I see an update in my inbox!

🤫🪪 Snakebitten by @onpaperfirst

My favorite thing about this fic is the way it adds to canon without rehashing what we’ve already seen in the show, building on season 5 so seamlessly. (The motel scene is 👌)

👰‍♀️🤵‍♂️yesterday’s future by @thursdayinspace

This fic answers the question I posed in this post: What if Mulder and Scully got married right after William was born? I loved it so much! The angst and the longing and the overwhelming love were just perfect.

👓😩 spectacular by @thursdayinspace

Scully has a thing for Mulder in glasses. Mulder has a think for Scully in glasses. They bang about it. (And who can blame them, really?)

🌳☕️ Suncadia by @sisterspooky1013

A banger from the great sisterspooky! It’s a casefic set in the weird post-Millennium era where they kiss sometimes but haven’t established the terms of their relationship yet. Pining and yearning abound!

🏥👰‍♀️ Something blue (and something pink) by @sunflowernyx

Mulder and Scully get married during the cancer arc. It’s sweet, angsty, adorable, and tender. I thoroughly enjoyed it!

🐶🪤 A Change of Seasons by Jo-Ann Lassiter

Still making my way through @lilydalexf’s survival fic recs! This one is a one-shot; perfect for when you want a bit of hurt/comfort without all the peril and drama.

🌨️🌲 Frozen by @dashakay

Classic, cozy, cabin-in-the-woods fic where our two favorite agents get snowed in and finally admit their feelings for each other.

🏥👻 Finding Rokovoko by prufrockslove

An instant addition to my holy grail list! This is the first fic I’ve read by this legendary author (I think?), and BOY HOWDY do I see why they’re so revered. I finished this fic in one sitting, reading late into the night (yes, I was very tired at work the next day).

I think it’s best if you go into this one mostly blind. All you need to know is that MSR are teetering on the knife’s edge between UST and RST, there’s plenty of cancer arc angst, and they go on a spooky adventure that will give you the creepy crawlies.

📝📱 Belphegor’s Prime by prufrockslove

Another absolute banger from the legend themselves. This fic is as close to perfection as humanly possible. The way everything comes together is just incredible. If you haven’t read it yet, do it now! Shirk all other responsibilities and devour this fic in one sitting!

One of my favorite things about this fic is how ruthless Mulder is. I don’t think I’ve encountered a version of him quite like this anywhere else. His intense love for his family and his innate sense of duty are intensified to the point where he skirts the boundaries of what’s morally acceptable. He’s so desperate to protect his loved ones and fix the world that he will do anything, even if he risks becoming his father(s). It felt so organic and natural for him to become that version of himself under the extreme circumstances.

Anyway, if you’re a fan of time travel, DILFs, or characters whose greatest strengths become a curse, this is the perfect fic for you!

🎪🎡 More Than a Feeling by @sisterspooky1013

A s6 casefic where M&S go undercover at a traveling carnival. I love how fleshed-out the OCs were — it really raised the stakes of the story and made you care what happened to them. Such a fun read!

🐞🩺 Inspection by @ingridgradient

Our favorite agents use tick checks as an excuse to touch each other. Need I say more? Things get hot! (Thanks for the rec, @is-on-its-way!)

P.S. If you like this one, check out let’s have a look by girlfromnowhere (thanks for finding it for me, @randomfoggytiger!)

🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿✝️ Hiraeth by prufrockslove

This is one of those fics that leaves you gobsmacked that someone wrote this for free and posted it online for anyone to enjoy. The amount of detail in this story is truly unbelievable. I don’t even normally like total AUs, but this one won me over!

Mulder and Scully’s medieval counterparts are so far removed from anything in canon, yet they still feel exactly like the characters we know and love. This fic is an absolute master class in characterization. I am now a prufrockslove stan account.

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Special shoutout to @skelavender’s latest installment of fall into place, which isn’t out yet but I had the pleasure of beta reading. Guys, you are in for some serious shrimp emotions. It’s got everything you could ever want. I can’t wait until everyone gets to see how awesome it is!

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obsessed with the modern royals au!!! How about their first I love yous in that universe?

at risk of over-promising, here is a bit of a thing I'm working on that is going to be mostly smut, depending on people's appetite for it, and if I actually like it in the end. this is set during the same ski trip as this part

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They slipped into the hot tub, the jets off, their bathing suits on. Percy didn’t really see the point of the bathing suits at first. The hot tub was in their room, on a private, enclosed deck. There was no one beyond the deck for miles -- just trees and mountains. And then she turned around and found his gorgeous girlfriend, the most desired royal in Europe, was standing there in a red, stringy thing that hardly covered anything. And Percy understood. 

There were appeals to just being naked, for sure. But there was another appeal to being almost naked in something tempting, and if anyone knew that best, it was Annabeth. She wore the same outfits over and over, kept a small closet, and even re-wore gowns to prominent events. People loved her for it. What they didn’t know was she was mostly spending her wardrobe budget on private things designed to drive Percy completely insane. 

“Fuck,” Percy breathed. 

“Do you like it?” She asked, turning around slowly. The bottoms were cheeky, giving him a good view of her perky ass. “I bought it online a while ago, and it was skimpier than I expected. I’ve never had a place where I could wear it without causing an international incident before.” 

“Feel free to just wear it around the loft,” Percy said as she walked past him and slipped into the water. “No need to wait for an occasion,” he said, slipping in next to her. His muscles were sore from what little snowboarding he managed to do, and the hot water felt nice. 

Annabeth reached for her glass and held it. Percy followed and they cheered to: “Daddy’s approval,” Annabeth said. 

“And getting me back down that mountain,” Percy added. 

They smiled, sipped, and then Annabeth settled into his side as they watched the snow fall on the trees. 

Percy rested his arm over her shoulder, and ran his hand up and down her arm. 

“I’m so glad you’re here with me, Percy,” she said, breaking the silence. 

“I’d follow you anywhere, Annabeth. I promise,” he leaned over to kiss the top of her head. “I --” he stopped himself. He’d thought these words plenty. But he’d never been able to say them before. But now he had their future in his mind. Their kids. They’d talked about their kids last night. How could he not be honest now?” 

He gently tilted her head until she faced him. “I love you, Annabeth,” he said. 

Percy thought she was going to cry. Or worse, not say it back. But after a moment where Annabeth sat there frozen, staring at him, she surged forward, sloshing water back out of the hot tub, and spilling the wine left in her glass into the water as threw her arms around his neck to kiss him. 

“Really? You mean it?” She asked. 

Percy smiled in wonder at her sudden insecurity. “Te amo,” he promised in Spanish. Spanish had become something of a secret code for them, a place where they could communicate openly and semi-privately. They didn’t lie to each other in Spanish. 

She kissed him again, straddling his lap this time. “I love you too,” she said between kisses.

Percy kept kissing her, holding her close, letting his hands run over her bare skin in the warm water. “I love you,” he kept saying, “I love you.”

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2023 BEST READS

A few days late but hey, better late than never! This is a non-comprehensive list of my favorite fics that I’ve read in 2023! Criteria for a fic to be included on this list are:

I read the fic in 2023

I reread the fic at least once

I can rate 5/5 stars without hesitation

The fics are organized by fandom but otherwise are in no particular order.

BATMAN

New Wave by yellow_caballero Batman (gen), 103k, Reverse Robins, Stephanie Brown is Robin Some lunatic in a bat costume is running around Gotham clowning on fools, but local delinquent Stephanie Brown has way bigger problems. When her father and friends start joining mob wars Steph knows she has to do something about it before Gotham collapses. If that means joining up with rich dudes playing dress up, pasty nerds with hacking and photography habits, and throwing on a costume herself, then that’s just what she’ll have to do. Even if Batman works alone. She’s convincing. In which Stephanie Brown rocks the radical nineties and becomes the first Robin, ruining Batman’s life and giving Tim Drake a hobby.

birdsong by ScarlettSwordMoon Nightwing (gen), 22k, Dick Grayson-Centric After getting a face full of Scarecrow’s newest toxin, Dick isn’t haunted by his typical nightmares. No. This one has little green pixie boots. AKA Batman: Ego but make it Robin. Nightwing 60th Anniversary Bingo: Drugs & Toxins

Keep Your Head, Your Backbone, and Your Heart by MrMich Batman (gen) 54k, Dimension Travel, Duke Thomas-centric The last thing that Duke expected on what was supposed to be just a regular patrol was being suddenly thrown five years into the past, coming face to face with a darker, more violent Batman than the one he knew, a broken family, and a Tim who was a foot shorter than Duke, and not even Robin yet.

Loading and Aspect Ratio by JUBE514 Batman (Superbat), 45k, Wings AU A world where nobody has wings, but people think they do, and that changes everything.

Our Bodies & Other Fine Machines by SilverSkiesAtMidnight Batman (gen), 13k, Starvation He has never argued with a punishment, not since he was a toddler, if then. Surely she’ll listen, surely she’ll see this is too harsh, that he wouldn’t be disrespecting her like this if he was simply sulking over not getting his way. He needs that food, needs to be able to eat enough if he wants to be Robin. He’s been hungry before, but back then, it never mattered if he was a little weak or dizzy. It never risked his life or the life of his partner when he was a kid. She turns, sighing softly and pursing her lips. She reaches out to pat his cheek, and for a moment his heart soars hopefully, and he barely restrains himself from leaning into the rare bit of contact and soaking up his mother’s touch. “Oh, Timothy,” she tuts. “This is for the best. And honestly, I think it’s wise for you to cut down a bit on the snacks. I’d hate to have to listen to anyone tittering at the next gala that you’re getting chubby.” And without another backwards glance, she turns and heads upstairs, leaving Tim alone and frozen at the bottom of the steps.

You, Me, and the Humanity in Between by JUBE514 Batman (gen), 65k, Non-Human Robins Bruce is trying his best to protect the city that he loves. He doesn't know how exactly his Robins came to be- they're not fully human, not even at all. All he knows is that he wants to keep them safe.

Little Red by destiny919 Batman: Under the Red Hood (gen), 39k, Series, Jason is Tim’s Parent AU where Tim is younger and has been illegally adopted by his hero, the Red Hood.

A Different Game by Hinn_Raven Batman (multi), 62k, Red Hood!Stephanie Brown, Role Reversal Stephanie Brown died with a mouth full of blood and her eyes wide open, staring at the locked door, hoping still for a miracle, for a rescue. She died in a hidden place, still hanging from the ceiling by her wrists, bleeding out from a wound in her stomach, and no one was with her when her heart gave its last beat. AU where Stephanie Brown dies as Robin and becomes the Red Hood.

bad news, this place is magic as fuck by mikkal Batman (gen), 28k, All-Caste Jason Todd, Magic Jason Jason's on the trail of a killer who's targeting kids in Crime Alley for an unknown magical ritual. Between that and his family who insists on butting in, he's got his work cut out for him. But, as they say, nothing is as it seems.

Wings over Gotham by icarus_chained Batman, DC (gen), 190k, No Man’s Land, Independent Gotham An AU where an altered version of No Man’s Land happened while Bruce was in his late teens/early twenties, and Batman was born in the hellish crucible of a trapped city that was left for dead and then violently retaken. Gotham may pretend to run by mainlander rules for the sake of those who would have died otherwise, but under the surface, Bruce, Jim, Leslie, Ivy and Oswald and their pack keep their own council, and look with jaundiced eyes on the mainland.

A Meditation on Railroading by eggmacguffin Batman (gen), 24k, Hurt/Comfort When he ends up ditched in Atlanta after a fight with his dad, Tim decides to do the only sensible thing: Tell no one and make the 800 mile journey back to Gotham on his own. Because the "call Batman when you're in trouble" rule only applies when he's Robin, right?

THE BATMAN (2022)

I’m a Good Pretender by shipNslash The Batman (2022) (gen), 40k, Dick Grayson-Centric Dick’s mother raised her son to be a star. Dick’s father raised his son to be an athlete. Bruce's new ward is charming (manipulative), dedicated (obsessive), and way, way too smart for either of their own good.

In This or Any Other Universe by wildsofmarch The Batman (2022) (gen), 33k, Dimension Travel There was a new vigilante in his city: a man who smiled too much and talked too loud and knew his way around a fight a little too well. Bruce wasn't bothered by his antics. Except the man also seemed to know a little too much about him. Who was this Nightwing, anyway? OR: Dick Grayson (DCU) accidentally lands himself in Battinson’s Gotham.

DC LEGENDS OF TOMORRW

Countless Roads by nirejseki Arrowverse, DC Legends of Tomorrow (Mick Rory/Leonard Snart), 231k, Medium Leonard Snart, AU-Ghosts Due to a family curse (which some call a gift), Leonard Snart has more life than he knows what to do with – and that gives him the ability to see, speak to, and even share with the various ghosts that are always surrounding him. Sure, said curse also means he’s going to die sooner rather than later, just like his mother, but in the meantime Len has no intention of letting superheroes, time travelers, a surprisingly charming pyromaniac, and a lot of ghosts get in the way of him having a nice, successful career as a professional thief.

Straight On Till Morning by nirejeski Arrowverse, DC Legends of Tomorrow (Sara Lance/Mick Rory/Leonard Snart), 17k, Time Pirates Left alone in the Refuge, Mick and Sara decide they're going to be proactive about their fate. They end up becoming time pirates. Because of course they do.

THE WITCHER

A Beginners Guide to Exploiting the Kaedweni Tax Code For Fun and Profit by Heronfem The Witcher (Aiden/Lambert), 190k, WIP, AU-Modern Setting, AU-College/University Aiden Kett and Lambert Wilkson accidentally get married, and this is honestly probably the least of their problems.

By the Broken Lock That Freed Me by inexplicifics The Witcher, (muti), 46k, AU-Daemons, Accidental Warlord Series Aiden takes a contract on the Duke of Velen. He's not expecting the most interesting part of the whole affair to be meeting the duke's betrothed. His daemon thinks they should keep her. Aiden's not sure how that will work, given that he's already got a Wolf and doesn't know how Lambert and his daemon might feel about adding someone else to their little pack, but it's awfully tempting. And Cats aren't very good at resisting temptation.

Intent by tnico The Witcher (Aiden/Lambert), 18k, Non-Traditional A/B/O, 5+1 "You think I don't know what you're after?" Lambert accuses. "Well, I'd certainly hope you do, by this point in the evening," Aiden (so he says) agrees in a convincingly genial tone. It'd probably be enough to fool someone else on the matter of genuine interest.

SPIDERVERSE

gonna crack a rib (when i get home) by eneliii Spiderverse (gen), 40k, Cannon Divergence Miles Morales, recently landed in Earth 42, has had enough of everyone’s shit and he’s going to save his dad or so help him he’ll lose his mind. Miles Morales 42, just wants to know what the /hell/ is up with his doppelgänger.

MCU

The Hero's Journey; or: What Jasper Sitwell Did Last Summer by pagination MCU, Welcome to Night Vale (multi), 23k, Crossover The thing is, when an agent reaches clearance level five, it’s because they’re valuable, capable of something an exponentially diminishing few can offer in the ranks of SHIELD. Clint Barton, his personal issues notwithstanding, is unstoppable behind a scope. Jim Woo is an analyst and extractor par excellence. Melinda May has infiltrated half the presidential offices of Asia, and Phil Coulson has an instinct for the unusual that could be the basis of an entire TV show. Jasper’s less certain what he brings to the party.

If I Knew You Were Coming I'd've Baked a Cake by OddityBoddity MCU, Hawkeye (gen), 27k, Baking They’re the broken ones. That’s what Clint figures the rest think about him and Barnes. Clint with his eardrums trashed, Barnes with a regiment’s worth of trauma and a psychotic cybernetic arm, put in the same room and told to make nice while the others get to go on missions and do important things and save the world. Well they're not broken. So of course they got bored and tired of being sidelined and decided to entertain themselves. And of course they ended up wanted, running through the streets of Paris with bananas down their pants and gendarmes in pursuit. Of course they did.

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New fic series! WWE Mafia AU

Welcome to what is essentially my dark romance, junk food series. I want to practice writing in the genre so here we go! Plz see CW warnings. There are 3 fulls stories and a 1 shot planned, I will be writing stories and one-shots as part of this universe as time goes on. As of right now Jey, Damian, Roman and Tama are in the works but I’d like to expound so hit me with recs!

(They may take time to write)

Now on with it.

18+ only from here plz - minors dni

Sea & Moon

Jey Uso x IndigenousFMC

Summary: Nokomis “Kiki” Levy was a normal twenty year old college student whose biggest concerns were passing chemistry and what graduate programs would want to see on an application.

Joshua “Jey” Fatu is thirty-one and has recently been appointed heir apparent of his father’s branch of their families shadowy enterprise and needs to prove himself up to the task.

Their worlds collide when Kiki’s father, a detective with SFPD, gets too close to Jey’s family business. While they start as enemies there is an undeniable burn between them. Will a much larger threat be their end or give them a chance to thrive together?

🚨It’ll be a dark journey for the Levy girls, please heed content warnings that include mild n0n-con between main characters, dubious consent, violence, mentions of difficult topics such as substance abuse, mental health issues and more. There will be various k!nks such as prim@l play, masks, captiv!ty, 🔪 play, ch0king, and more. The boys are morally grey to black but love and obsess over their ladies.

There is an HEA for everyone! I probably won’t post more than the prologues and one shots here on Tumblr and leave the really dark stuff on AO3. I will post links though and just drop a comment if you’d like to be tagged in any further updates.

## Prologue

**Nokomis “Kiki” POV**

⭐️*character note, Kiki has vitiligo which affects her face over her right eye, her hands and other other areas.

It was just supposed to be another regular movie night at home with my sister and cousin, nothing unusual or life altering. The same sort of thing we did almost every Saturday night since we could remember. I didn’t think twice when my folks decided on a last minute date night while we three girls piled onto the couch for comedies and popcorn, waving them off as if I’d see them in a few hours.

I wished I’d hugged them tighter and longer. As if that would have somehow stopped what happened next.

Not long after my parents had left my dad’s retired K9 partner Atlas started going insane, running back and forth to the back door and barking. I assumed he was interested in a rabbit or some other critter like a possum in the backyard so I hushed him and sent him to his crate for acting so crazy. In the long run I’d probably saved his life but I had still wished for his protection with what came next.

We never heard the back door locks being picked or footsteps in the kitchen. Between the movie, our laughter and the occasional dog bark nothing else penetrated our space and like most college students on a Saturday night our minds weren’t on the dangers lurking in the shadows. We didn’t know anything was wrong until Kai went to the kitchen for drinks and her scream alerted Kiri and me to our unwelcome visitors.

I’d never felt so stupid and slow as I did when the large men in masks appeared in the doorway, one with a particularly vicious face mask, long black hair and icy gray eyes held a long knife to Kai’s throat, clutching her tightly to his front with his other arm. Every time I ever swore to myself and my parents I would fight back went out the window when I realized it might actually cost my cousin her life. Instead I reached for Kiri’s hand as we stood frozen to the spot. Her light brown eyes were blown wide in fear and her normally tan face had gone ashen.

Everyone was quiet except for Atlas’s enraged barking.

The shortest man was still at least six feet tall and he wore a black mask with red spiral designs that covered his lower face. Withdrawing a gun from a shoulder holster he indicated the elderly german shepherd. “Shut it the fuck up.”

Instinctively Kieran and I both moved to stand between him and Atlas, her fingers digging into my hand tighter than ever before while her other came up in a placating gesture as I spoke. “Please don’t hurt him, he’s old and scared.” She turned to me with frightened eyes and indicated I should comfort him with a jerk of her chin. Dropping I tried to soothe him and at least got him to quiet down to a whimper.

The next thing I became aware of nearly made me lose control of my bladder. A harsh, cold metal gun barrel was pressed to the back of my head as Kiri’s hand was wrenched from mine.

“You girls gonna behave?”

I swallowed past the thick lump in my throat and nodded, hating that every inch of me was paralyzed. What happened to being an officer’s daughter who could stand her ground? All I could think about was that knife pressed to Kai, that gun leveled at the back of my head or at Atlas. If I didn’t behave they could be hurt or I could be killed. I risked glancing up at Kieran who was so still and quiet, being held by the largest of the three. His purple and black mask was monstrous like the tattoos on his exposed arms.

“Stand up slowly. Where’re your parents?” Out of habit when someone stared at me intensely I let my hair fall forward over my face even as I did what he said. His dark brown eyes looked black in the dim light of the living and the comedy kept playing in the background offering a ridiculous soundtrack to such a grave moment. Everything felt surreal in the flashing lights.

“N-not home.” My voice shook even as I tried to sound calm. “Our dad, he’s a cop, he’ll be back soon.” As if supplying that information would make him think twice.

The tall one chuckled, responding in a deep voice that fit his intimidating stature. “We know mija. He’s why we’re here.”

Kai’s whimper brought my attention back to her and the man holding her. He was far too interested in running his knife down her chest. “Hey! Stop it!”

Kai was two years younger than us and as such we’d always been protective of her. I realized what I’d done when those cold gray eyes flashed to me.

The man with black eyes didn’t hesitate, stepping in uncomfortably close to put the barrel under my chin. “Behave.”

“Okay. I’m sorry.” Survival mode engaged apparently. I realized we were truly fucked when he tugged his mask down to reveal an equally black beard but handsome face. “Leave a note D. We’re taking them and their old man can turn himself in when *we’re* ready.”

The last thing I remembered for a while was Kai crying out and a sharp prick in my neck before everything went black.

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**Joshua “Jey” POV **

Catching the purple haired girl as she fell I moved to set her on the couch with the other two so they could be tied up. We’d come looking for Detective Levy and we were leaving with his twin daughters and their cousin. Not the worst all things considered but still not my plan and I didn’t like it when things didn’t go according to plan.

“You said he’d be here tonight D.”

Damian tugged his mask off with a shrug, accepting the roll of duct tape Roman had retrieved from his bag. He passed me one as well and we went to work taping the girls wrists, ankles and mouths.

“I’ll talk to J.D.” Unlike our family Damian ran a crew of people he’d collected with no ties aside from shared interests. It made them difficult to trust and easy to be angry with as far as I was concerned. I owed Damian my life, not them.

“Do that. Let’s get the fuck outta here.

Roman, you can mess with her later.” He was preoccupied with the pretty little woman he’d pounced on in the kitchen, running his hands up her thighs over her pajama pants. Instead of answering he just rolled those alarming eyes of his and threw her over his shoulder. I took a second to really assess the young woman in front of me. Her name was Nokomis, one of the detectives two daughters. College student majoring in biology and member of the chess club. Of course. What I hadn’t known about was her vitiligo and I found myself more interested than I should have been in the beautiful patterns on her skin. A particular blaze over her right eye was especially striking.

Shaking the thoughts loose I followed his example and so did Damian with his new charge. Our SUV was parked in the alley behind the house and it had been easy enough to blow out the lone street light a few days prior. We put our two in the third row while Roman climbed in the center with his prize. I felt a twinge of pity for her. Capturing his interest so intently was not an enviable thing for anyone.

I waited until Damian was pulling the car onto the street to speak. “Obviously this changes things.”

“No mierda Jey.” Damian’s irritation was obvious. He knew I hated it when jobs went wrong and I knew it irritated him as well. Not to mention bad intelligence was always followed by a period of mistrust and I knew J.D. was already on thin ice as it was. “You were serious about holding them?”

I looked back at the middle row to find my cousin petting the woman in his lap even as she seemed to struggle against him. It would have been funny if I didn’t know him. “Yeah. Can have some fun but don’t kill ‘em.” I looked pointedly at Roman.

“I don’t kill women Jey. Just…like to play rough.”

“Yeah with professionals, not college kids.”

“You sure that’s a good idea? She saw your face cabrón.” Damian cut in. He had a good point but I wasn’t worried. If I hadn’t thought through this possibility I may have been more stressed about the decision.

“Nah, when they see what we do to their old man they’ll be too scared to say shit and we’ve paid off or killed anyone else who could do shit about it anyway.”

He flexed his broad shoulders and stole a glance in the rear view as the other girls were coming to and shifting around in the far back seat. I wasn’t blind or dumb and while he wasn’t as obvious as Roman I could see he was interested in the little one he’d held onto.

“Could let off some steam.”

I smirked. It wouldn’t be hard to seduce them, a few drinks and some promises and they’d be pliant like most other females I dealt with on the regular. I’d be lying if said I wasn’t intrigued by the girl who stared at me in the rear view, her light brown eyes looking golden in passing streetlights. I could see the defiance in them.

Good. Maybe having to wait a few more days to end the cop who got too close and couldn’t be bought wouldn’t be so bad. Not with some pretty company.

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Hii hii!! Not sure if your asks are open per se? But I’ll shoot something over anyways! Don’t feel pressured to respond ^^ (these are gonna be relating to your fnaf:sb au!!!)

Firstly, what inspired you to give the DCA a frozen half mask? I honestly find it to be SUCH a cool design choice and I wanna know your design process! :D

Secondly (DCA related again </3), what’s your interpretation on Eclipse within your universe? Do they exist? Are they a third entity, a combination of Sun and Moon, a security program with no learning AI, or perhaps something else entirely? I’d love to hear your thoughts! (Personally I interpret them as a combination/security program :0!)

Lastly (yes… once more… DCA related…), do you have any fun facts about Sun, Moon, and Chica’s friendship that you’ve been itching to share? Or haven’t gotten the chance to touch on yet? This AU honestly made me grow really attached to the idea of the DCA and Glam Chica being friends! It’s so so SO sweet!

That’s it for now!! Thank you so much for making your AU btw!! It’s been awesome to binge <3

GOLLY HI!!! Sorry, I didn't see this till now! I'm so glad you're enjoying my stuff, thank you!!! I don't have a name for this "AU" since it kinda started as just this series of snippets of the DCA and Chica being besties and then it started bleeding into all the feelings I had about SB's corporate horror subtext and all of the assumptions I'd had about the direction they would take the story after Help Wanted, and now it's kind of a….retelling-slash-one off comics story. If you or anybody else has name ideas for this on-going saga I'd love to hear them so that I could put it all in a dedicated tag! Now that I've got that ramble out of the way I'll answer your questions! (I lied I'm gonna ramble more cuz I'm really good at it ksfdlnlksdfnlksndf)

1) I have a tendency to redesign characters a bit when I make fan art because trying to stay on model to the original design makes my art come out a bit stiff. I'd seen a lot of fan art for the DCA where they had their whole mouth move, but with the way their faces have a "moon" side, it made me think of a Phantom of the Opera mask. Then I heard that in the Pizzaplex books they were apparently a theater robot that was repurposed for the daycare, so I just decided to lean into it! I've been playing with the idea of making the eye holes on Sun and Moon's mask different to mimic the tragedy/comedy masks!

2) Ooooh the security program is an interesting idea!!! So, I don't know how actual programming stuff works. And since I believe that the robots in FNAF have been sentient since Sister Location, meaning that they've been advancing robo sentience in-universe further for years, I tend to play around with the sentience and the programming fighting with each other at times. When it comes to what I think Eclipse is…. I'm actually gonna put that under a spoiler because it's something I've been teasing at and I can't keep story secrets to save my life, so you can look at that answer ~ at your own risk oooOOOooooOOOooo ~ Now. To answer the third point and give you that Eclipse spoiler. I need to add it in a reblog. Because I was writing out this whole thing....and I wrote so much that I hit the text limit. Which I have never done before. Which also freaked Tumblr out and it wouldn't let me post this no matter how much I erased. So please give me just a few minutes and I'll get you the rest of the answer FDLKSNLSFKDNSLFKN

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I Will Never Make You Lonely: CH 7

Summary: When your life is falling apart, your 8 best friends are there to lift you up

TW: mentions of de&th, su!c!de, su!c!de tendencies, su!c!dal ideologies, depress!on, anxiety, crying. If this is in any way triggering I’d steer towards more of my happier works. 

If you or someone you love has thought of or acted on suicide, there is help and there is hope 

Call or text 988

Genre: angst, hurt/comfort, non-idol AU

PSA: this is no way represents the artists. While their birth names are used in this story, the story is fiction and this is in no way a reflection of the artist or artists in real life.

It was definitely a “fuck it we ball” type of move, but now that you had more of an understanding of your topic, especially now that you have lived it, you were able to write a stronger paper.

You weren't sure if you would get a good grade, but you completed the task and felt proud of yourself. Since the day at the beach, your days seemed more manageable. You felt more human, smiled more often, and didn't have to pretend to be happy every day at school. However, healing is not always linear. Some days, it was almost impossible to get out of bed, while other days you were up early cooking breakfast for everyone because you were in a good mood. Grief is an unusual concept, but you were managing.

One afternoon, while browsing your computer, you were looking for an outfit to wear to your graduation. Suddenly, you felt a strong urge to read what Carter had written. You weren't sure if Peyton still had the letter, but you decided to ask her anyway. You sat up in bed and texted her, requesting to see the letter. Although you weren't sure about her response, you didn't think Peyton would say no. And in less than five minutes, she sent you a picture of the letter, showing both the front and back.

‘Fuck’

You were feeling a bit suffocated in your room, so you decided to step out and get some fresh air in the living room. Right on cue, Hyunjin, Han, Seungmin, and Felix walked in from university. As soon as they saw you, their expressions changed from cheerful to worried.

“Y/n, are you okay?” Han asked as you gripped your phone with two hands. Your knuckles were turning white as you sat on the arm rest of the couch. Minho, Changbin, and Jeongin walked out of Minho’s room, their movie still playing in the background. You looked at them as your hands shook.

“Peyton sent me a picture of the letter,” you said as realization hit them all. Hyunjin went up to you and put a hand on your shoulder. 

“Have you read it yet?” Jeongin asked. You looked up at him and shook your head, picking at your fingernails with your teeth. You looked a little green as well.

“Are you ready to read it? Don’t pressure yourself into anything if it’s too soon,” Hyunjin said kindly. You nodded. 

"I just need to get it over with," you sighed. Before the boys could ask if you wanted any privacy, you flipped over your phone and started reading. You paced back and forth as you read it. The boys decided to stay in the living room, frozen in place, and ready to be there if you needed them. Your heart was heavy as you read the words, everything she was feeling before she got in her car. It was a lot. Halfway through the letter, you started tearing up. You were biting your nails when you stopped pacing as you got closer to the end. Your heart sank when you read the date she wrote in the letter. You spoke to her on her last day, hours before the accident. Felix carefully took the device out of your hand and pulled you into his arms after you looked away from your phone. You took a deep breath and blinked back the moisture in your eyes.

“We’re here, we’re here y/n,” he said as Hyunjin took the phone from him, setting it on the counter. Felix swayed you both back and forth, holding you close, resting his temple on top of yours. The boys debated on looking at the letter, but they decided whatever was on your phone was private information unless you felt like sharing. 

“What are you thinking about, y/n?” Seungmin asked. You shook your head.

“I don’t know…I don’t know…” you sniffled looking back at your phone. You thought that reading the letter would give you some closure, but instead, you felt stuck. The repeated phrases "it's not your fault" and "grateful to have you" were somewhat reassuring, but the letter was like one of those immobilizing nightmares where you can't move and you're forced to watch something terrible happen. Han came up from behind you and hugged you while resting his head on your shoulder. You let out a shaky exhale and patted his head with your hand. No one knew what to say, so you both stood there in silence for a couple of minutes. Finally, you gathered yourself and slowly pulled away from the embrace.

“Is there anything we can do for you?” Minho asked. You shook your head, grinning a tiny bit when he gave you the “are you sure?” eyebrows. 

“I’m okay, I will be okay,” you said, semi-confident in your answer. Throughout the rest of the day, you all cooked dinner and talked about school, including how finals were going. You felt better discussing other topics as you genuinely wanted to talk about them rather than using them to mask what was going on in your mind. However, that evening you struggled to sleep, so you decided to catch up on some of the Netflix shows you had missed. You assumed everyone would be asleep, but there was one person who hadn't returned home yet - Chris. When you went to refill your water bottle, you heard the door click open. Chris trudged in with his hoodie covering his eyes, looking at the floor and sniffling. He didn't notice you until you whispered.

“Chris?” His head snapped up as he made direct eye contact. His eyes were red and a little glossy.

“Hey! What are you doing awake? He asked, trying to keep his voice at bay.

“What’s wrong?” You asked gently, immediately getting straight to the point. Chris couldn’t lie to you, but he did lower his gaze to the floor. You waited until he sniffed again.

“Seungmin let me know about the letter and how you read it today…” he cringed at the way his voice cracked. As you were going through one of the toughest times in your life, you noticed that Chris was deeply hurt. His eyes softened as he saw you struggling. He lost a lot of sleep worrying about you during these last couple of months. Watching your face become paler and your eyes grow duller hurt him. Trying his best to hold back tears, he stood still as you walked closer to him. You hugged him tightly, providing him with comfort and support. He couldn't help but cry, and you held him close as he sniffled into your shoulder.

“Oh Chris…no, please don’t cry…” you cooed. He took a few deep breaths before speaking.

“I’m sorry this happened to you. I’m sorry *sniff* I’m so sorry…I’m so sorry you’re hurting. *sniff* I just want to take it all away,” his voice wavered, sniffles and small small sobs in between words; he has the biggest heart.

“What you and the rest of the boys do for me is more than enough. Just because I’m grieving doesn’t mean I’ll never be okay.” you whisper as you scratch the back of his neck. “I know you want to take all the pain away honey, I do, but having you all by my side to either listen or hold me or just be there with me is more than enough,” you pouted when you felt tears on your neck. You pull back and cup his face, wiping the moisture away with your thumb.

“I'm going to be okay. I’m doing way better than I thought I would because of you all, okay?” You said, smiling at Chris. He nodded as he pulled his hands away and wrapped them around your wrists, as a silent reminder to himself that you were still here. You looked back at the stove clock.

“It's late, let’s get you to bed, yeah?” you say as you wipe the remaining tears from his cheeks. You walked him to his room and gave him a pat on the back before retreating to your own. You stopped before opening your door, turning back around to look down the hall; Chris was still standing there. 

“Can I stay with you tonight?” You asked loud enough to where he could hear but quiet enough to not wake up the kids. He nodded quickly.

“Okay, I’m going to change and I’ll be right back,” You reassured him. Once you were changed you went back to his room, getting under the covers next to the lump that was buried deep in the blankets. He rolled over and wrapped his arms around you, smushing his face into your neck. You held him close, running your fingers through his curly hair until his breathing slowed down, signaling he was almost asleep. 

“Thank you for everything, Chris,” you whispered. You didn’t think he heard you until he kissed your cheek. 

AN: One more chapter to go! Thank you again for supporting me and this series!!

Will y/n end up with Chris? Stay tuned besties!!!😉

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Just Like a Folk Song - Part 3

Part 3: Our Love Lasts So Long

Emily and Aaron have been friends since they were children, what will happen when Emily realises she can no longer keep her feelings for him to herself?

A Young Hotchniss AU

Part 3/3

Part 1, Part 2

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Hi friends!

This is the third and final part of this fic in celebration of @ssa-sparks birthday. Love you so much bestie, and I hope you enjoy this.

Thanks for all the love on this fic, it means a lot. Young Hotchniss always have a special place in my heart <3

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Words: 4.7k

Warnings: 18+, Smut

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

For a moment she allows herself to sink into it. 

His hands are on her cheeks, holding her in place as she finally finds out what he tastes like, an answer to a question she’d been asking herself for years. She places her hands on his chest, sighing into the kiss as she loses herself in it, and he takes the opportunity to deepen the kiss. 

It’s what snaps her back to reality. 

She uses her hands to push herself off of him, putting distance between them as she presses her fingers to her lips, the ghost of his kiss still pressed against her skin. 

“No,” she says, shaking her head, “What are you doing? You have a girlfriend, Aaron.”

He sighs, internally chastising himself for handling this so poorly, and he steps into her apartment, pulling the door closed behind him. His heart breaks a little bit as she steps further back as if protecting herself from him, something she has never done before. 

“No, Em,” he says, blowing out a breath, “I don’t.” 

She stares at him, her hand slipping from her face and to her side. She licks her lips, looking him up and down as his words sink in, “Wha…what?” She asks, placing her hands on her hips, “I met her yesterday. Haley. Blonde, pretty. Annoyingly nice.” 

He suppresses a smile, knowing now of all times was not the time to let her think he was making fun of her, “We broke up.” 

She feels like she can’t move. Her body heavy as she’s rooted to the spot, all the air pushed out of her lungs as treacherous hope fills them. She huffs out a noise somewhere between a laugh and a sob and it shudders in her chest, “Why?” 

He steps towards her and this time she doesn’t move, she stays frozen in place, her eyes wide and shining. He stops just short of touching her, so close he can feel her breath skip across his face. 

“You know why,” he says, reaching out and grabbing her hand, linking their fingers together, “I know you didn’t say it directly to me, but I love you too, Em,” he chuckles dryly as her eyes go impossibly wider, and he places his spare hand on her back, testing how it felt to press his palm against the small of it, “I have for a long time. And if I’d ever thought for a moment that I’d have a chance with you I would never have started seeing Haley. You’re everythi-”

She’s the one to surge forward this time, her hand not linked through his cupping the back of his neck as she drags him in, swallowing the rest of his confession as she presses her lips against his. It’s soft, lacking the desperation of the kiss they’d shared just moments ago. His hand shifts to her hip, gripping her tightly through her t-shirt when she moans. They pull away when the need for air gets too much, and he rests his forehead against hers. 

“We should talk,” he says, and she nods, her forehead knocking gently against his. He leads her over to the couch and they sit down. They’d sat here countless times in the past together but as they settle down, their hands still linked as if they were both afraid to sever the connection, it feels different. They sit in silence, neither of them sure where to start. He takes a deep breath and asks the question that has been playing on his mind since that morning, “Why did you never tell me?”

She chuckles and looks down at their joint hands, her focus on how they fit together, as if they were made for each other. She looks back up at him, her lips pressed together as she shrugs nonchalantly. 

“Why did you never tell me?” She asks, raising her eyebrow at him as she repeats his question. She sighs and shakes her head, mostly at herself, before she carries on, “I was worried you didn’t feel the same way. I didn’t want to lose you.” 

“You could never lose me, Em,” he says, squeezing her hand, “Never,” he lifts their joint hands and presses a kiss to her knuckles, something that makes her smile, her cheeks flushing pink as warmth rushes through her, “I was worried you didn’t feel the same way about me,” he chuckles self deprecatingly, “Haley picked up on it after seeing us interact for just a few minutes.  She said that the only people who don’t know we love each other are the two of us.” 

She presses her lips together and shakes her head, her conversation with her mother, the conversation that had led to this, playing on a loop in her head, “My mom said the same thing.” 

He frowns and tilts his head at her, “She did?” 

Emily nods and they exchange a smile, “Apparently she and Dave talk about it,” she quips, and she laughs when his eyebrows shoot up his forehead. She reaches out and cups his cheek, pressing her thumb into the dimple there, and she bites her lower lip. “So, what do we do now?” 

He smiles, and it makes her stomach flip, love for him almost overwhelming her, “I guess we move forward together.” 

She leans in and presses her lips against his, revelling in her ability to do so after so long, and she wraps her arms around his neck, desperate to be as close to him as possible. He rests his hand on her waist, his hand warm and heavy through her shirt, and she shifts closer, the need to feel all of him almost an instinct. She hooks her leg over his hip and settles into his lap, moaning into the kiss as he licks through her mouth, his grip on her tightening as she rolls her hips against his. 

He feels a groan rumble deep in his chest and it knocks him out of how he’d briefly got lost in her, his brain winning out over his baser instincts. 

“Wait,” he says, pulling back from the kiss, his hands shifting to her shoulders and pushes her back gently, a wry smile on his face when she leans in to kiss him again, “I want to take you on a date first.” 

She groans and leans forward, pressing her forehead against his, “Aaron, we’ve known each other since we were kids. What could we possibly learn about each other on a date?” 

“You’ve always said I’m too much of a gentleman,” he says, tucking her hair behind her ear as she pulls back to look at him, “Now you’ve got to deal with it.” 

She sighs and shakes her head, rolling her eyes playfully before she eventually nods, “Fine,” she says playing with the hair on the back of his head, “We can still make out though, right?” 

He laughs and nods, stamping a kiss against her lips quickly, “Nothing is going to stop me from doing that.”

___

He takes her on a date the following day, both of them not wanting to waste any more time. 

It feels awkward and she hates it, her hands clasped together tightly in her lap as she struggles to know what to say. It feels nothing short of ridiculous, he was her best friend. The man she’d been in love with for years. Now she had everything she wanted, free of the adrenaline of the night before, of the high of finally kissing him, and she didn’t know what to do. 

“Are you okay, Em?” Aaron asks, his smile achingly kind and she blows out a breath, reaching out for her glass of wine and taking a sip before she answers. 

“Can I talk to you about something? As my best friend? Not…the guy I’m on a date with?” She asks, unsure how to categorise their relationship, the word boyfriend seeming too strong and not enough all at once.

He reaches out and places his hand over hers on the table, “You can talk to me about anything, you know that.” 

She smiles, feeling more at ease than she had since he’d arrived to pick her up at her place, and she blows out a breath, “There’s this guy I’m hopelessly in love with, but he’s the most important person in the world to me, and I’m worried about what will happen if things don’t work between us.” 

He feels his heart ache as if it was clenched in a fist, and he sandwiches her hand between both of his, hoping that the press of his skin against hers will feel like the manifestation of the love that he felt for her. 

“Well, it’s funny you should bring that up,” he says smiling softly at her, “Because there’s this woman I’m hopelessly in love with, I have been since before I knew what love was, and there is nothing that could ever stop that from being true.” 

She huffs out a breath and shakes her head at him, “You can’t be sure of that.” 

He shifts his chair closer to hers and for a moment he doubts his decision to insist on going on a date before they went any further than making out. He hated that it had given her time to let the doubt, the anxiety, sneak in, but he also knew it was important to have this conversation before they went any further.

“I can be,” he replies firmly, squeezing her hand, “I’ve always been sure of you.” 

She smiles, pressing her lips together in an attempt to suppress it, “I always forget how cheesy you can be.” 

He leans forward and stamps his lips against hers, “Well, since you’re my girlfriend now you’re going to have to get used to it.”

She can’t fight her smile anymore, the moniker making joy fill her chest, and she nods, all of her worries fading away. He’d never done anything other than make her feel safe, so she knew she had to trust him. She leans in and kisses him again, tasting the bottle of wine they were sharing on his lips, and she nods as she pulls back. 

“I guess I will.” 

After that, it feels normal, any awkwardness gone as they eat dinner and laugh as they always had, the laughter now interspersed with kisses and hand-holding. When they leave, he insists on paying, something she lets slide because she knows he wants to. They walk out of the restaurant hand in hand and he tugs her into a kiss when they are on the street, his arm banding around her back as he pulls her close. She pulls back and presses her forehead against his. 

“Let’s go back to mine,” she says, kissing him again, anticipation bubbling in her belly and he nods, fire she can feel deep in her gut sparking in his eyes. 

The journey to her place has never felt longer, his hand heavy and warm on her thigh as he drives keeping her on edge. She snaps when they get into the elevator, cornering him and smiling when he turns them, his hands on her hips as the cool wall touches her bare shoulders. Her heels mean they are almost the same height, and she sighs contentedly as she kisses him, her arms snaking around his waist, her hands moving upwards to rest on the back of his shoulders. He presses her further against the wall, the heat of him against her front and the coolness of the wall at her back driving her crazy. She moans as he licks across the seam of her lips, her grip on his jacket tightening as he deepens the kiss, licking the roof of her mouth. 

They are so lost in each other they don’t hear the door open, or the ding of the elevator letting them know they’d arrived on her floor. The thing that drags them apart, makes them move like they are on fire, is the clearing of a throat behind them. Emily’s eyes go wide as she sees her building manager standing just the elevator door, keeping it open, his eyebrow raised as he looks at the two of them. 

“Mr Gideon,” she says, clearing her throat, idly trying to flatten her hair where Aaron had been running his fingers through it, “Good to see you.” 

He clears his throat and stands out of the way, his arm still blocking the elevator door as they walk out of it, avoiding touching each other as if he hadn’t just spotted them making out. 

“You too, Miss Prentiss,” he says, clearly trying to cover his amusement, “Goodnight.” 

“Goodnight,” she says back, a smile fixed on her face as he presses the button to close the elevator. He smiles tightly at the two of them and shakes his head, his final comment not quite cut off by the doors closing. 

“It’s about damn time.” 

Emily chokes on a laugh as she shakes her head and turns to look at Aaron, “Did everybody know?” 

He chuckles and wraps his arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer so he can kiss her temple, “Apparently,” he says, kissing her head again before he starts to lead her towards her apartment, “At least we caught up eventually.” 

She kisses him, her hand gripping his lapel before she pulls back, “Come one, let's go inside,” she says, leading them towards her apartment, “If Penelope is home and she catches up we’ll never hear the end of it.”

He smiles at the thought of her exuberant neighbour, one of two roommates you lived next door, and follows Emily down the hall. He stands behind her as she unlocks the door to her apartment, his hands on her hips as he purposely crowds her, pride swelling in his chest at how she gasps, her body tense against him as he presses into her back. 

As soon as they are inside she takes off her shoes, smiling gratefully when he reaches out to steady her as she balances on one foot and then the other. She drops her purse on the side table and turns to look at him, looking up through her lashes as she bites her lower lip. He leans in, his lips hovering just over hers as he moves his hand to her back, pressing her closer. 

“Em, are you sure?” 

She smiles and nods, “I’ve never been more sure.” 

He kisses her fiercely, and she wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer. They barely break apart as they make it to her bedroom, each of them taking turns to press the other into the wall, hands pulling at fabric as they leave her dress in the hallway. They are just over the threshold into her room when his shirt lands on the floor, a few buttons pinging off in her desperation, scattering in different directions across her hardwood floor.

Aaron gets her on the bed and takes a moment to look at her, his eyes trailing slowly down her body. He’d always known she was beautiful, but even in the moments when he’d allowed himself to imagine this he’d never imagined her to be this beautiful. He takes a moment to try and memorise the softness of her skin, the freckles that he’d never seen before, always hidden by her clothes, and he leans in to kiss her, a much needed reminder that this was real. 

He runs his hands down her body, chasing the goose pimples that he creates, and he reaches her hips. He runs his finger along the hip band of her lacey underwear, his eyes fixed on the matching bra, “I like this.” 

She tenses under his gaze, the intensity of it making her flush, her thighs clenching around nothing as she desperately seeks out some kind of pressure, “It’s new.” 

He smiles and kisses her collarbone, trailing his lips down her chest, alternating between nipping at her skin and then laving it with his tongue. He bites her nipple through the lace of her bra and she arches her back, chasing the sensation as she digs her fingers into his hair. He switches to her other breast, finally pulling down her bra and touching her skin directly, both of them sighing at the contact.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, sweetheart,” he groans, pressing his hips into the mattress to find some kind of relief. He places his hand underneath her and unclasps her bra, shifting off of her just enough to pull it down her arms, throwing it somewhere into the room behind him, “So beautiful.”

She wonders if she should feel embarrassed at the way he’s looking at her, the reverence in his eyes almost overwhelming, but she feels empowered, emboldened by it. She pulls him into a kiss, dropping her thighs open so he falls between them, hoping he’ll take the hint. She almost sighs with relief when he smiles into the kiss before he pulls away and shifts downwards. 

He kisses her through her underwear, taking a moment to breathe her in, to smell her from the source as he presses his face into the lacey material. He licks her through it and her hips jolt, making him smile before he pulls back and kisses her thigh. 

“You smell so good, baby,” he says, kissing her thigh again before he hooks his thumbs into the sides of her underwear and pulls them down her legs, “Got to taste you.” 

She groans in frustration, pressing her head back into the pillow as she screws her eyes shut, anticipation slowly driving her insane, “For a guy who has never been particularly chatty, I didn’t have you down as a talker-”

He cuts her off as he licks through her, stealing the air from her lungs as she hooks a leg around his shoulders, her heel digging into his back. She breathlessly releases his name, and he thinks it’s his new favourite way of hearing her say it, and he decides right there and then he’s going to hear it that way as often as he can. He listens carefully as he builds her up, pays close attention to what makes her gasp, what makes her hips jolt into his face. All tiny bits of information he files away. Learning new things about her had always been one of his favourite things to do, and this just took it to a new level. 

She feels herself getting closer to the edge, his hums of satisfaction vibrating through her as he carries on, and she moans loudly, a little too loudly given how thin the walls of her apartment were, when he pushes two fingers inside of her. 

“Fuck,” she grunts out, her hips starting to stutter, but he holds them down, his spare hand pressing onto her belly, “I’m so close.” 

“I know,” he says, pulling away from her just enough to talk, and she looks down, the on his chin in the low light of her bedroom almost obscene, “I can feel it,” he says, his voice rough with desire, “You’re so wet for me.”

She nods, her elbows giving out from under her as dives back in, his tongue and his fingers unrelenting, “Fuck…Aaron.” 

“Come for me, sweetheart,” he says, barely pulling away enough to speak and she does just that, her entire body shuddering as fire spreads from her belly outwards, every single nerve ending tingling as she yells his name. 

He doesn’t stop, his fingers not stilling inside of her until her orgasm passes, his lips now focused on pressing quick, soft, kisses to her thighs. A breath shudders out of her as he moves up the bed and lays next to her, and she chuckles breathlessly as she turns to kiss him, tasting herself on his lips. 

“God you’re good at that,” she says, her chest still heaving up and down as she tries to catch her breath. She reaches down and palms the front of his pants, smiling when he groans, the tables turning so quickly between them as they always had, “Your turn.” 

He stops her, grabbing her wrist before she tries to undo his pants, and she frowns at him, her head tilted curiously. He leans in and kisses her before he pulls back, “Next time. This time I want to be with you.” 

“Next time.” She nods and kisses him again before he stands up to rid himself of the rest of his clothes. She pushes herself up on her elbows and smiles as he pulls his pants and boxers down, her eyes fixed on him as he springs free from his clothes. He smiles curiously at her as he steps back towards the bed, his eyebrow raised.

“What?” He asks, settling back over her, both of them groaning as he nudges against her.

“Nothing,” she replies, pushing his hair off of his forehead, “Just an answer to a question I’ve had for years,” she says, her smile getting wider as he fakes offence, his fingers trailing through her again, notching over her sensitive clit. “Condom,” she chokes out, and he nods, looking around for his pants before she smiles, “In the nightstand.”

He knows her, he knows her past, so he doesn’t question it, doesn’t look irritated like other partners had. He simply sits up, the cool air of the room hitting her, and he reaches into the nightstand, pulling one of the foil packets out of the box. He rips it open and rolls it on himself, smiling when he sees the question in her eyes, and he stamps a kiss against her lips. 

“I think this would be over before this started if you did it, sweetheart,” he says, settling back over her, his hips in the cradle of hers, “I don’t want to disappoint you.”

She smiles softly and cups his cheek, “You could never disappoint me.”

He kisses her and links his hand through hers, resting them on the bed next to her. He uses his spare hand to slowly guide himself into her, his punched out breath lost against her collarbone as he finally feels her around him.

She gasps at the stretch, her hand clenching his as he pushes into her. He waits, stopping to allow her to adjust, and she pushes her hips up into his, silently asking him to move. She knows if they’d done this last night it would have been different, more intense and rough as they finally gave in to what they’d both wanted for years. Whilst she knows she would have loved that, and that they will have that in the future, she’s grateful that their first time is like this. Soft, tender. 

A perfect transition from their friendship to what they were now, a symbol of the love and care they’d always had for each other. 

“You feel so good, Em,” he grunts against her skin as they find a rhythm, the easiness of it surprising to them both, as if they’d done this a hundred times. 

“You too,” she replies, pulling him in for a kiss, her praise lost against his lips, “So fucking good.”

It felt as if they were made for each other, and despite not being a romantic, she likes to think they were. She eventually feels a familiar pull in her belly, white hot heat building as she clenches around him, his hips slowly losing their rhythm as he gets close too. 

“I’m close,” he mutters, his lips against her neck, and she nods.

“Me too.”

He reaches between them and presses his thumb into her clit, his touch more gentle than it had been before, and as he rubs a circle around her she finally tips over the edge. He joins her shortly afterwards, her orgasm triggering his, and he grunts her name into her chest. 

For a few moments, they lay there, limbs tangled around each other until she chuckles, her head back on her pillow as she once again tries to catch her breath. He pushes her hair out of her face and smiles when she looks at him.

“What?” He asks, his eyes soft and full of nothing but love, and she shakes her head and bites her lower lip.

“We should have done that a long time ago.” 

He chuckles and leans forward to kiss her, the action soft, somehow even more delicate, and he rests his forehead against hers, “We’re idiots.” 

She hums, “But at least we’re each other’s idiots,” she says kissing him as she plays with his hair, “I love you.” 

He can’t help but smile as he wonders just how his life has changed so much for the better in just a short couple of days. 

“I love you too.”

___

Emily wakes up suddenly, pulled from sleep so quickly it startles her. She blearily blinks her eyes and smiles as he looks at the other side of the bed. Aaron was fast asleep, his hair adorably messy, and he had his arm over her hip, heavy and comforting as he held her close. She had wondered at one point last night before she fell asleep, happy and sated, if she’d wake up to find that this had all been a dream. That he was still with Haley and her subconscious had tricked her with what she could never have. But it was real, he was here, with her. He was her boyfriend and she finally had everything she’d ever wanted.

She sighs happily, her body deliciously sore as she stretches slightly, and she’s about to snuggle back into his side when she hears a knock on her front door, the very thing that must have torn her from sleep. 

She groans as she pulls herself out of Aaron’s embrace, and she yawns as she stands up. She picks up his shirt from the floor and smiles to herself as she does up a few buttons, almost standing on one of the ones she’d broken the night before as she walks towards the door. She’s content that she’s covered up enough, the shirt coming down to mid thigh, and she checks the peephole, rolling her eyes lovingly when she sees her neighbour standing there. 

“Hi Pen,” she says, opening the door, making sure to stand behind it a little to cover more of herself, “Is everything okay?” 

Penelope gasps as she takes in her appearance, “I knew it. You had a guy here last night.” 

Emily’s eyes go wide and she splutters for a moment, her defences not quite kicking in since she’d only been awake a couple of minutes, “What? What makes you say that?” 

“Your pjyamas for a start,” she says excitedly, “Not to mention last night we could hear your activities through the wall. I said to J-”

“Okay,” she says, cutting her off, feeling embarrassment burn in her cheeks, “Well I’m sorry.” 

“Oh, no need to-”

“Em?” Aaron says from behind her, and it makes her sigh and close her eyes. Even though he was blocked by the door, Penelope immediately recognised his voice, her eyes almost comically wide as her mouth falls open. Aaron makes it to Emily’s side, the fact he was only wearing boxers confirming the conclusion Penelope had come to, “Is everything…oh. Hi Penelope.” 

There’s a moment of silence, a brief reprieve before Penelope almost bursts with excitement, turning on her heels and running back to her apartment, yelling her roommate's name at the top of her lungs.

“JJ!”

Emily groans as she closes the door and leans back against Aaron. He wraps his arms around her, and she places her hands over his as he turns his head to kiss her cheek.

“Want to get dressed and sneak out for breakfast before she comes back with reinforcements?” He asks, and she turns her head, smiling as she nods and captures his lips in a kiss.

“Yes please.” 

-x-

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the first gif made me think of your fake dating au! i miss them 🥺

I am ALIVE I am not DEAD I have simply spent a week with 25 second graders (7 year old's) and my entire body has hurt basically every moment of every day because my knees are simply not meant for kneeling down so often

BUT

here's some fake dating bez/mig au lol love you

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Bez doesn’t realize how much he and Mig have been in each other’s pockets until he’s gone for a race weekend and misses Mig like a limb. He feels off all weekend, constantly checking his phone. The only thing that takes his mind off his not-boyfriend is the few moments he gets to spend with Celin. Even then, though, he realizes that he’s come to associate Celin with his fake relationship with Mig, so speaking with Cele without holding Mig’s hand feels odd. Their conversations are stilted and Bez finds he can't keep his focus on whatever they're talking about.  

When Celin is called away to his team, Bez looks around almost instinctively for Mig so they can debrief the interaction. Not seeing the shorter man sends a pang of disappointment through Bez. He misses his not-boyfriend. 

He doesn’t tell Mig in so many words, but when they’re together again for a break the following weekend Mig gives him plenty of attention. As always, his best friend manages to read his mind and anticipate what he needs. Bez doesn't have the words to thank him, so he doesn't. He lets Mig pick t he music while he drives to the ranch, though, which is better than any 'thank you', he thinks.

It’s an easy afternoon that turns into a lazy, social evening, and Bez enjoys spending time generally bothering his best friend.

It’s toward the end of the evening when he hears Franky bring up plans to go to a bar, and he gives Mig a sad look. 

“Why weren’t we invited?”

“Oh,” Mig says. “We were. I forgot to tell you– we’re going to the bars after this.”

Bez stares at him. 

“Why wasn’t I invited?”

Mig shrugs. “You are. Celin texted me to invite us both. He assumed I’d be the one to respond, I bet.”

Bez frowns, digesting that information for a moment. 

Of the two of them, Mig is the one more likely to have their plans actually marked on a calendar, especially with how many jobs he’s doing and how busy his life has become, but Bez is still a little offended. Cele could have at least put them in a group chat. 

Mig misreads his displeasure. 

“We don’t have to go if you don’t want to,” he points out. “I’m sorry I forgot to tell you about it.”

Bez shakes his head. “No, I want to go! We can go.”

Mig gives him a suspicious look, but then Pecco walks over and launches into a complaint about their running on the track and Bez puts it out of his mind. 

Bez has been to this bar so many times that the booth feels like home. It’s easy for him to get a little buzzed, and he’s so happy to be with his friends that he almost misses Celestino coming in, hand-in-hand with his girlfriend. That sobers Bez up a bit, and he quickly takes another drink. She’s wearing a positively tiny dress with big thick trainers, and Bez drags his eyes up her body. He knows the feeling in the pit of his stomach is jealousy, and he forces himself to tear his eyes away to take another drink. 

Celestino and his girlfriend join the group at the booth, and Bez suddenly feels claustrophobic. He offers to get another round, and he's surprised that Celin stands to join him. Bez feels off-kilter and uncomfortable as he staggers to his feet. He's normally happy to see Celin, but since he found his new girlfriend and Bez and Mig started ‘dating’, things have felt off between them. 

“So,” Cele starts, as they edge their way toward the bar. “You and Mig?” 

Bez feels himself flush. 

“Yeah?”

Celestino is smiling. “You two look happy. It's good for you.”

This is not how Bez envisioned this eventual conversation happening, and he's frozen for a moment. He hoped that Celestino wouldn't be happy- that he'd be so bothered by seeing Bez with another man that he'd break up with his girlfriend and fall in love with him. 

It seems as if the opposite is now true– Cele seems genuinely happy for him, and Bez feels nausea grow heavy in his stomach. He’s thankful that their drinks are ready now, and he and Celin carry them over in silence. 

He sits next to Mig once again, who seems to sense something is wrong. He doesn't mention it, but he does lean extra close and lean himself against Bez. He stays like that, a solid presence against Bez as he gets progressively drunker. Celestino’s presence is like a thorn in Bez's side and he finds himself becoming annoyed as the night goes on. He's got a storm of emotion swirling in his chest, and he barely understands when Mig leans up and whispers in his ear. 

“Let's go.”

Bez is basically nonverbal at this point, and lets Mig say goodbye for the both of them. He tucks his face against Mig’s shoulder, not wanting to see Celestino with his girlfriend on his lap. 

Mig manages to guide him into the street, and the chilly night air manages to wake Bez up a little bit. He keeps himself glued to Mig, though, despite the fact that their friends aren’t around anymore. Mig seems fine with the situation, arm around Bez’s waist and hand pressed to his hip where his shirt has ridden up. 

“That’s it,” Mig coaxes, clearly laughing at him, as they stumble their way down the street. 

Bez looks hard at Mig, once again not paying attention to where he’s walking. He lets the shorter man guide the both of them while he catalogues the expression on Mig’s face. He’s happy, and laughing, which Bez has seen a thousand times. It feels different right now, somehow. Bez isn’t sure if it’s the alcohol, but he has a sudden feeling that his plan is never going to work. 

There has not been a single person who has seen his new “relationship” that hasn’t reacted with happiness for him. No one has questioned it or second-guessed it or questioned how and why it happened. 

And Celin. Celin hasn’t questioned it. He hasn’t acted jealous or even asked Bez anything about the relationship. It’s like nothing has changed at all.

“It’s not going to work,” Bez announces abruptly. 

Mig doesn’t argue with him, but he also doesn’t say ‘I told you so.’

“Celestino is never going to love me,” he says, as they finally make it to Mig’s. Mig unlocks the door silently and steers Bez inside patiently. Bez flops on the couch on his back, like he’s done a million times. 

“It’s okay,” Mig says quietly. 

“No,” Bez says, and he’s humiliated to find that drunken tears are welling up in his eyes. “I made you do all of this for nothing. All I’ve done is embarrass myself.”

He throws an arm over his eyes, letting himself cry until the tears run down the sides of his face and into his ears and he has to sit up. 

Mig fills up a glass of water for him, but he doesn’t sit down and he doesn’t say anything more. 

Bez looks up at him with watery eyes.

“I’m sorry.”

Mig gives him a sad smile and steps forward to ruffle Bez’s hair. He kisses him on the forehead and then turns away.

“We can talk about it in the morning, Marco. Drink your water and go to sleep.”

Bez is left alone on the couch, and he feels colder than he has all night. 

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The Vampire and the Hunter - Harry Styles AU (Part 4)

Tagging @honeymoonluvv (let me know if anyone else would like to be added to the list!)

I hope everyone's enjoying the story so far!

Darkness was everywhere and time seemed to stand still. It was such a weird sensation… you were waiting, even if you didn’t know who you were supposed to be waiting for exactly.

“Good evening, love.”

Someone suddenly materialised in front of you. It was a boy, despite the dark you could see him perfectly, make out every single feature of his. He looked like he was in his early twenties, he had jet black hair, warm, captivating brown eyes, long eyelashes, and his olive complexion was flawless, much like Harry’s. But, even if there was no denying he was handsome, this guy’s looks were completely different from Harry’s.

“Who are you?” you whispered. You couldn’t relax around some stranger. He didn’t look like a vampire, but it was hard to recognise them when they weren’t showing off their fangs or their red eyes.

He smiled. Even his smile was mesmerising. “I have no name, my kind doesn’t need any. But to make it easier for your limited human mind, I chose to call myself Zayn when communicating with you.”

You glared at his not so subtle insult. “I’ll change my question then. What are you?”

He kept walking in circles beside you, never getting too close, not that you would let him. You kept shifting your weight from one foot to the other. “It’s not easy to explain what my kind is precisely, but on earth I believe you call us… fallen angels.”

You blinked. This must be a joke. You knew about vampires, sure, and you’d been told the Supernatural realm was much more complicated than that, but fallen angels? Seriously?

“I know it’s difficult to believe, but trust me, I’m real. We’re real. However, I won’t be bothering you for long this time…” he grinned. “I only wanted to introduce myself, so that when we finally meet in the flesh you already know who I am and we will be able to get down to business.”

You wanted to reply, but found yourself frozen on the spot, incapable of speaking.

“In the meantime, try not to get too close to that vampire, Harry.” Zayn added, moving closer. He lifted his hand and touched your cheek. You still couldn’t move. “See you soon, love.” He smiled, showing his perfect teeth, and disappeared.

You jolted awake, your heart racing. What the hell was that? You took a couple of deep breaths, trying to calm down. That dream had been so real… but it surely must be only a dream, you had never heard about fallen angels before and there was no way one of them would show up like that before meeting you in the real world. And that warning about Harry… you’d probably been feeling guilty because you hadn’t mentioned to anyone about him yet and your brain must have created that dream in order to cope. Yes. Definitely.

You lay down again, but couldn’t get to sleep for the longest time.

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“Y/N?”

You quickly hid a book in your bag, just in time not to get caught. “Mr. Walsh! Good morning!”

“Good morning to you too. You usually don’t come here so early in the morning, is everything alright?”

Mr. Walsh was one of your mentors, the one you’d first been approached by when you moved to London, the one who told you about vampires, about your fate as a hunter and also the one you currently got along best with.

He was a tall, lean man with light brown hair and piercing blue eyes, about 40 years old. You knew he was a researcher, but you had no idea what he researched exactly for a living. Surely demons and vampires couldn’t be on the list.

“Yes, I’m fine… I have to go to college soon, so I thought I’d come early…”

Your mentors and people who united to fight the supernatural were all part of one big organisation, you never bothered learning about it because you rarely went to their headquarters, they were located in a huge old building near Buckingham Palace. It was kind of comical.

That day, though, you’d only gone because you planned on looking for one book or more that contained details about the Fair race, the one Harry belonged to. You needed to know more about him. If you were lucky you’d find information about their lineage in the book you’d just snatched and hid in your bag. Thank God Mr. Walsh hadn’t noticed.

“I’m glad to know. Could I talk to you, just for a couple of minutes?”

You nodded and went to sit with him at a table nearby. “Yes?”

“I don’t mean to pry, but are you sure you’re okay? Lately you’ve been distant, is there something that has you upset?”

You shook your head and put on your best smile. “No. I’m great. I’m just tired, you know, college, hunter duties, trying to have a social life in my spare time…” you lamely joked.

Mr. Walsh sighed. “I know it’s difficult. Please, don’t push yourself too hard. From what I’ve heard there has been a lack of… vampire activity… in the city, lately, so I believe you can stop going out every night to patrol. Twice a week will be enough.”

Your eyes lit up. “Really?”

“Of course. But I’m afraid I have some bad news.” You braced yourself. “You’re going to the gym twice a week to take taekwondo lessons, aren’t you?”

You nodded.

“In order to improve your fighting techniques and be safe, after much consideration, Mr. Harrison and I decided to sign you up for aikido classes as well.”

“What? But Mr. Walsh! I won’t have time to attend those as well-“

“It’s just once a week. If you go patrolling twice a week, you’ll have no problem to fit everything into your schedule. It won’t be for a long time, just for a while, it’s for your safety, Y/N. We don’t want you to get hurt.” he assured you, trying to look enthusiastic.

“I have no choice, do I?” You sighed.

Your life sucked.

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It was ten in the evening and you were exhausted.

That day, after classes were over, you’d immediately headed to the gym for taekwondo and after two hours and a refreshing shower you couldn’t wait to get home. You hadn’t even had the time to start reading the book about the Fair race yet and you doubted you would be able to start that night, you’d probably fall asleep as soon as your head hit the pillow.

You turned a corner and almost bumped into someone.

“Harry! What are you doing here?”

“I… was waiting for you outside the gym. Last night you told me you take martial arts classes, remember?”

You suddenly felt a lot better. “Yes. I didn’t expect to meet you so soon, after…” After you kissed me senseless yesterday.

Harry’s green eyes held a different glow. He seemed happy, but he was his usual calm, controlled self. “I wanted to see you. I’m sorry, I should have asked you in advance if we could meet… you must be very tired, perhaps I should leave-”

“Wait!” you stopped him, smiling. “Even if we met last night… I wanted to see you, too. Do you feel like walking? We can talk…” You were so happy he was there with you that you didn’t even feel all that tired anymore.

“Sure.” he picked up your gym bag. “This is heavy, I’ll carry it. You’re tired, aren’t you?”

You thanked him. It really wasn’t that heavy, but you had a few books in there. “I’m a bit tired, school today was fine, but then taekwondo class was rough… anyway… I’m happy to see you.” You suddenly stopped walking. You didn’t want to get home and say goodbye to Harry just yet.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes. Harry, I… I’m really glad you came to see me, but I want to spend more time with you.” You didn’t care if you sounded selfish or childish, you really needed to spend time with him, not just take a short walk together.

“I know a nice place.”

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Half an hour later, you two were sitting in a cozy café which you had never been to before. It was open all night, therefore Harry knew about it. You guessed there were only so many nice places a vampire could spend time at during the wee hours of the night.

“Here you are, your hot chocolates.”

A nice waitress brought your orders and, as soon as she’d left, you curiously stared at Harry’s chocolate and asked something you’d been wondering about. “You don’t need to eat and drink regular food, do you? Can you still feel the taste? Doesn’t your body react in weird ways if you eat or drink?”

Harry was amused by your curiosity and smiled. “I can eat and drink if I want to, but I normally never eat solid food. It has no appeal and I can hardly taste it. Hot drinks like coffee, milk, tea and chocolate, however…” he paused. “I’m not sure why, but I love them. I enjoy the warm sensation. I hate cold or cool drinks.”

You were taken aback by all that information. “Oh… I had no idea. I thought that time, when we had coffee together, you only did it to humour me.”

Harry asked you about your day and you told him, including the bit about the additional martial art class you had to take. As you sat there, chatting, you suddenly remembered your dream. “Harry… do you think there’s such a thing as fallen angels?” you blurted out.

He looked at you perplexed. “I’ve never met one or heard about people who did, but stranger things have happened. I wouldn’t be surprised if they existed. Why?”

You didn’t know if you should tell him. In the end, feeling stupid for overthinking what had obviously been just a dream, you smiled. “Nothing, just a random thought…”

Harry didn’t look convinced but he didn’t insist. “Y/N… have you told your mentors about me?”

You weren’t expecting that question, but immediately shook your head. “No… there’s no need to.” you lied.

“No need to? I am a vampire. I’m sure they wouldn’t be pleased.”

Harry was right, but you didn’t want to think about the matter. Your life was hard enough, you needed to do something only for yourself, you needed to have some freedom! You couldn’t be 100% responsible all the time! You didn’t want to tell Harry that, though. He’d think you were a brat. “Harry, you… can feel affection, can’t you?”

“Of course.”

“And you wouldn’t hurt a fly, so what’s the matter with us… hanging out together?”

Harry didn’t reply at first. He stared at you for a long time, before taking your hand and gently squeezing it. “I don’t want you to get in trouble because of me.”

Harry was kind, you couldn’t imagine him being a menace to anyone. You wouldn’t tell your mentors about him. How would they find out, anyway?

You two stayed out until two in the morning, you didn’t want to part from him and, as he walked you home, you enjoyed the feeling of his warm arm wrapped around your shoulders, his scent penetrating your nostrils…

“Harry… I’m going patrolling tomorrow night, at Highgate Cemetery. Will you come?” you softly asked him.

He nodded and leant down to kiss you, holding you tight. His kisses were intoxicating, you kept wishing for more and more…

“Aww, you didn’t listen to my advice after all.”

You parted from Harry at the sound of someone’s husky voice and your eyes widened when you saw a man’s silhouette nearby.

“Hello, love. How are you?” he grinned, as Harry protectively moved to stand in front of you. The man was Zayn.

[liauditore]

LIAU MY BELOVED

ask game question

Jimmy x Martyn

:D

romeo asking for mirror birds in MY ask box?!!?!??!?!?! (i know u pref mirror birds but solidwood is too funny im so sorry)

ah yeah. these losers.

see, a lot of my thoughts surrounding these two would kind of spoil my own AU that i never make stuff for so im usually somewhat hesitant to talk about them but basically., (toxic!fh mention)

post-evo divorced property police is so real. ive always imagined it as a childhood friends situation, with martyn being a bit older than jimmy.

they probably caught feelings for eachother fairly late and already well into teenhood but neither of them were really sure what it was (this is maybe going a little bit into sexuality hc territory but ive always imagined jimmy as whatever the male equivalent of a useless lesbian is and martyns biphobic towards himself lmao).

i touched on this briefly in that one fic i wrote but i've always headcanoned martyn as being somewhat parentified and thus ties his worthiness to be loved into his ability to perform acts of service for someone rather than just.. existing and letting himself be loved.

so as jimmy became more independent, martyn becomes a bit more insecure about their friendship. this becomes a bit of a self-fulfilling prophecy as he distances himself from jimmy, feeling like jimmy wouldn't love him if he didn't Need him, and jimmy in return feels confused and hurt as he helplessly watches someone he knew all his life drift away.

that + jimmy has this not-so-subtle crush on scott that martyn's always suspected. he's a jealous bitch.

The storm formed after a final sip, my fingertips frozen solid, I pretend that again I can see, you past the rails, ready to meet And I wonder is it too much to ask, to once more, hold you warm in my hands? To accept I can’t forget, and embrace what still fails to fade?

Milk Tea (Oktavia's translyrics) (because I wasn't kidding when I said these two were cheesy yuri to me lmao)

we had a clown to clown communication moment i think cus I also love the idea of them splitting up and meeting in Third Life years and years later (altho i like to imagine it as more of a voluntary separation).

some stuff copy+pasted from that cursed shipping doc i mentioned awhile back: ((scott + jimmy became a thing while martyn was gone pre-3L))

Now reuniting in 3L as fully grown adults after years apart, all those suppressed emotions come bubbling back up to the surface. An adult Martyn is much less unsure about what he's feeling and Jimmy still has those fantasies of what could have been playing on loop in his head. Of course, Jimmy is still attached to Scott and can't abandon his Bethrothed. He loves and knows what's best for him, he would sooner die than forsake his loyalty. But it does hurt when he hits him. Martyn still cares for Jimmy deeply, whether he wants to or not. He takes the time to keep an eye out for him, even though they had no real reason to interact anymore. He becomes one of the only people to realise what Scott was like with him, how devoid of love it all was. He throws out a line, offers to help him run away. Jimmy refuses. Betrayal. A second time. For the same man. Who cares about Jimmy anyway? (he always did take me for granted)

(a little note here before anyone sets me on fire - time works a bit differently in my writing and the players don't have exact ages but jimmy and martyn's age gap is probably not as dramatic as their cc counterparts)

(it's still there but neither of them even recognise their feelings as remotely romantic until they reunite as adults, as kids it's all just them being silly and having grade school drama with each other)

So uh yeah lots of mutual pining and suppressed feelings and puppy love turned angst👍 tis all i shall say cus i wanna make art of the rest lol

Just a second to lessen the ache, or minute to kiss it away I’d give all I have for the chance to go back to youth and you

[shrinkthisviolet]

Do you have any Star Wars fic recs (with or without OCs, canon or AU, any ship)?

I do!! My AO3 bookmarks are a good place to look, but I'll just hit a few of the highlights (my 10 favorites, though these fics are listed in no particular order):

dreamless nights by @ahsokryze is an amazing Anakin & Ahsoka fic 🥹 so soft and wonderful. Captures the big-brother/little-sister dynamic so so well

bound by the things we choose ‘verse by @nspx is so wonderful!! It tackles such relationships as Leia & Vader, Qui-Gon & Obi-Wan, and Mara & Vader (love that third fic fr)

the skywalker palindrome by @cringewerewolf is the coolest take on time travel EVER 💞 the series page explains it better than I could, but I will say that it’s Anakin and Luke centric.

hendiadys for a dream by @ozvezdja is THE Anidala fic series of all time (especially now i want my letters white again)!! Like omg…bees, you GET IT!! You get them!! Sola’s POV for that first fic is INSPIRED 💞 I am OBSESSED, please go read this fic if you’re even lukewarm towards Anidala

Frozen in Time by @fanfictasia is some of the most heartwrenching Luke & Vader angst I’ve ever read (while also being short, which is an impressive feat). I just…Vader having visits with Luke supervised by Palpatine?? Luke being periodically frozen in carbonite?? THE TRAGEDY OF IT ALL

The Tatooine Cycle by @fialleril, because I’d be remiss to exclude them from a SW rec list—their fics are a must-read, their worldbuilding of Tatooine is absolutely amazing 💞

Misunderstandings by Livsy, which tackles Anakin’s oft-neglected (in fandom) slave background!

All The Right Reasons by bethagain is such a sweetly heartwrenching look at Luke & Ben (Solo, not Skywalker), how quickly Luke bonds with his nephew…and how he hesitates at first to train Ben because (“I can’t see through…how much I love him”) 🥺 I just. I can’t. I am MELTING, this is so emotional (and it was written pre-TLJ! A nice bonus for me, as someone who hates how their relationship was handled in that movie)

The King’s Gambit by @elli-incarnate…oh it’s a masterclass. The epitome of Sith Luke fics, and absolutely beautiful to read. Every sentence is written with so much care, Luke/Mara is written wonderfully, and I just…I love it so much. So, so very much 💞 it’s Legends-leaning, but tbh it can be enjoyed without knowing Legends

Enter the Foreign by Viari is for absolutely anyone who loves time-travel fics…especially ones featuring Anakin! You don’t need to be terribly familiar with Legends, though it helps (I’m somewhat familiar, but not totally, and this was accessible to me). The spin-off AUs are such a delight too (and an inspiration for me to write my own 😅), and it’s just so much fun and so clearly a labor of love, and such a sprawling, intricate AU. I can’t recommend it enough.

Adding an 11th because why not:

The Sun in the Storm by @basimibnishaqs is such an adorable Rey-is-Luke’s-daughter fic 🥹 she’s an adorable sweetheart, and Luke is her protective dad, what more could you want?? (Also OP has galaxy-brained takes about Rey & Luke so…you know. There’s that too)

[filet-o-feelings]

Fuck it Friday

Thanks for the tag @jesuisici33 I was also tagged for various other daily writing things by @hippolotamus @mammameesh @lemonlyman-dotcom and @statueinthestonetoo and I had planned to post something, but then I forgot and had already published the fic I had been working on.

So, with two weeks until the frozen over deadline and having been able to squeeze out one whole sentence this week, I decided that instead of working on that tonight, I'd open a doc with an idea I had 3 months ago and start a new wip, because of course I did. Anyway, this is a very rough draft that I just wrote and I still need to come up with a few key details, but may I present to you: the tumblr au (mumblr) / celebrity au / secret identity au:

Patrick has just finished watching the new episode of his favorite show, [???] after a long day in the studio, and he’s excited to get on mumblr and talk about it with other fans, anonymously.

He loves this weird little corner of the internet, where he’s able to connect with people without expectations. He can express joy for a thing he loves without anyone knowing anything about who he is. It’s very freeing.

It’s also nice to have one app where he can leave notifications on for a change, because he isn’t be constantly bombarded with DMs and being tagged in everything from pictures of himself to strangers asking for advice to tweets that have literally nothing to do with him or anything he’s ever publicly expressed interest in, simply because people want him to see it.

They’re part of the job, but it’s nice to have an escape. Mumblr rarely sends him any notifications, but today is different, because he’s just pulled up the app and it appears he has a new message.

[david username tbd]: hey, I hope this isn’t weird but I love your weekly insights about [tv show] and I figured I’d reach out and let you know if you ever want to chat about it, I’d be amenable to that

Patrick laughs. This person messaged him unprompted, yet they're making it sound like they'd be doing Patrick a favor by talking to him.

[patrick username tbd]: hi! I just finished watching tonight’s episode so I’m primed for babbling on about it if you’re still around

Patrick hits send on the message, feeling a little weird about conversing with a stranger in this capacity, but mostly it’s thrilling.

[hypertic]

Again - Avatrice training AU [part 4]

[part 3 here]

The knock on the door was so soft, so hesitant, Beatrice thought she imagined it. Still, she stood up and walked to the door, ignoring how painful it was to even sit up on her bed.

“Beatrice?” she heard Ava whisper from the other side, right before she opened the door.

“Ava.” Ava’s smile seemed to falter slightly at the cold, close off Bea that greeted her at the door, but Beatrice was too tired to comment on it.

She walked to her small dressing table, taking her hair out of it’s bun and picking up her hairbrush before turning back around to face Ava.

“Do you need anything?” She asked tentatively, after noticing Ava stood frozen right next to the now closed door, her wide eyes fixed on her.

Ava, on the other hand, momentarily forgot everything she meant to say when Beatrice turned around with her hair down, slightly messy and slicked back from being in a tight bun all day. She would’ve thought her adorable, had it not been for the dark circles under her eyes that reminded her exactly of why she was there.

“I’m- no, actually,” Ava took a step forward, fidgeting with a loose thread of her sleeve. “I came to ask if you needed anything.”

“Me?” Beatrice asked with confusion, and Ava had to clasp her hands together to keep herself from poking the frown between the older girl’s eyebrows.

“Yes, you. You’ve been getting the worst part of our training, so I thought I’d check up on you.” Ava scratched the back of her head anxiously, eyes casted down in embarrassment. “How’s your leg?”

“Oh.“ was all Beatrice could answer at first, taken aback by the sudden question.

She was still processing how, despite how harsh she had been to her during training, Ava still wanted to see her; maybe she even cared for her.

“I’m fine.” She managed to say with a shrug, tearing her eyes away from Ava to stare at her own feet.

“Have you checked it?” Ava questioned, noticing Beatrice was still wearing the same training clothes.

Beatrice felt a blush creep up her cheeks, giving her back to Ava and choosing to sit at the foot of her bed in a poor attempt to hide it.

“Not yet, but it feels alright.” she tried kicking her shoes off to prove her point, but it backfired when she accidentally hit her calf against the bed frame.

As soon as Ava heard her pained gasp, she was standing in front of her, genuine concern so clear in her face Beatrice felt a pang of guilt.

“Here, let me.“

Ava fell to her knees before she could get an answer, making Beatrice feel her heart flutter. Gently, she untied the laces of her shoes, pulling them out with so much care as though Beatrice might break. Next, Ava looked up at Beatrice, wide eyes already fixed on her, and then back to her feet, her hands hovering over the end of her leggings, silently asking for permission to lift it. Beatrice gave her a small, absent nod, stopping herself from shivering when she felt Ava’s fingers lightly graze her bare leg.

“You don’t-“ Beatrice seemed to snap out of her daze, trying to pull herself away from Ava’s touch, but stopped as soon as she saw the smile on Ava’s face fall. When Beatrice didn’t continue, Ava took it as silent resignation and continued to pull up the legging, biting her lip to suppress a gasp when she saw the dark, purple bruise covering the outer side of Beatrice’s leg.

“Ouch.” Was all Ava managed to say, after uncovering the other leg only to find a similar bruise, maybe a little lighter.

“They always look worse than they are.” She wasn’t lying, it really seemed a lot worse, but that didn’t make it hurt any less.

“I’ll be right back.” Before Beatrice could get a word out, Ava had bolted out the door.

Beatrice just sat there, staring at the point where Ava’s warm eyes used to be.

She couldn’t understand how, why, Ava was there.

Yes, Ava is naturally kind, and caring, and loving, but Beatrice never imagined herself being the one on the receiving end.

Even if they got along, even if they’d sit together at dinner, exchange smiles in the halls and stupid puns during training, Beatrice considered herself nothing more than an acquaintance to Ava, though she herself considered Ava a lot more than that.

After their long training hours, after all the harsh things she’d said, after getting her ass kicked publicly by Beatrice more than once, she didn’t expect Ava to care about her outside the training room. Hell, she didn’t expect her to like her.

Still, Ava came back a few minutes later, slightly out of breath and holding what Beatrice assumed were two ice packs wrapped in towels. Without saying anything, Ava went back to kneeling in front of Beatrice, seeing that the older girl hadn’t moved a muscle since she’d left her.

As gentle as ever, Ava pressed an ice pack against her left leg and Beatrice shivered, not so much for the cold as for the feeling of Ava’s fingers against her skin.

“I can do that.” Beatrice argued, her voice coming out far too weak for her liking. She tried to make her point clear by placing her hand over Ava’s, but Ava continued with her task, paying no mind to Beatrice’s hand on hers, pressing the second ice pack to the other leg. “Ava, it’s fine.”

Ava’s hands faltered, taken aback by the suddenly stern, closed off Beatrice. She looked up, only to find Beatrice’s dark eyes on her, hiding a turmoil of emotions Ava thinks she could never unravel. Still, she pressed the ice packs back on the bruises after a beat of silence, giving Beatrice a small, sad smile.

“Beatrice.”

Her name sounded different each time Ava said it.

Beatrice wasn’t sure how, but each time they were together Ava seemed to call her name with a new, complex emotion that she couldn’t quite label. Sometimes it was sadness, others a little teasing, and a lot of the times with frustration, but it always had something Beatrice couldn’t quite figure out. This time, Beatrice would dare say she called her with endearment, hurt hidden beneath it.

“I’m sorry.” Beatrice let out, looking out the dark window to avoid Ava’s eyes.

“It’s fine.” Ava reassured, but Beatrice kept her eyes fixed on the window. “I just wish-“ she stopped, suddenly considering the weight of her words. At the sudden silence, Beatrice couldn’t help but look, finding Ava staring right back at her. “Just…take care of yourself?” she chose to say, after the silence had extended for too long. Beatrice kept her eyes fixed on hers, as if she could physically see Ava’s thoughts if she tried hard enough.

The truth is, Ava didn’t want her to just take care of herself.

She wanted Beatrice to let her in, to allow her to care for her and share the burdens she most definitely had, but chose to keep to herself.

She always chose to keep to herself.

She wanted to see Beatrice smile more often, to see her without a cut or a bruise for once and to know what she enjoys to do on her days off.

And maybe, when Ava let her selfish thoughts get the best of her, she wanted to be the one by her side, the one who makes her smile and spends her days with, for Beatrice to consider her a trustworthy friend.

Even if she wasn’t her friend and they never saw each other again, Ava wanted her to be happy, because ever since the day they first met she thought Beatrice to be deserving of it; of smiles and laughs and love and care.

Beatrice settled for giving her a firm nod, half expecting Ava to say something else, but not pushing her to when she didn’t. She allowed her to continue with her task, pressing the ice packs on her legs until the towels were soaking wet.

“You should put some cream on them before going to bed.” Ava stated, standing up from her kneeling position.

Beatrice, as if startled by Ava’s voice, stood up quickly, leaving her inches from Ava, who seemed to loose her balance at the sudden move. Instinctively, Beatrice grabbed her elbows to steady her, leaving Ava’s hands pressed against her own chest.

Her breath caught in her throat, feeling Ava’s cold hands through her shirt because of the ice packs and her deep brown eyes looking at her wide in surprise. Beatrice allowed herself to let her eyes roam around Ava’s face, taking in every little detail she could only ever notice with this little distance. Unwillingly, her eyes finally landed on the girl’s slightly parted lips, looking back up at Ava’s eyes far too quickly, afraid to be caught staring.

“Shower.” Beatrice managed to croak out, her voice shaky and too loud, snapping them both out of their daze. As soon as Beatrice let go of Ava, and the younger girl took a step back, but her eyes remained fixed on Beatrice’s.

“What?”

“I- I should shower before putting anything on.” Beatrice clarified, walking to the other side of the room to gather herself.

“Right.” Ava took that as her to leave and walked towards the door.

“Ava?” Beatrice called before the girl was fully out of the room. “Thank you.” She stated genuinely, offering a small warm smile to Ava, who gave her a wide, bright grin before wishing her goodnight and closing the door.

When Beatrice came out of the shower, she found a small, white tube of cream on her nightstand, along with a glass of water and a couple of painkillers.

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