#also hey hi I'm making another AU oops

[amanitacurses]

[jamneuromain]

Stalker Lady pt. 2

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader (You)

Word Count: ~1.5k

Warning: Mean!Simon Riley, Voice (PORN) actor!Simon Riley, patron!reader, neighbor!AU, description of audio porn and stalking behavior. Non-con kissing, bad language word people we're talking about audio porn here

Summary: You meet Simon unexpectedly. Unfortunately, he thinks you are a stalker.

A/N: This fic is my rehab-going-back-into-writing fic. And it's the first time I'm writing for "Ghost" I've honestly never played COD. But here's my idea of the scary (not really lol) simon ghost riley :3

Truthfully, he totally forgot about the thing - the barbeque-backyard-thing.

He’s also not proud of himself for spending approximately fifteen minutes in the bathroom getting his junk to calm down after a particular porn session with his microphone, with which he recorded the next audio clip - ready to be posted on the site of Team 141 as soon as the editor (“Cap’n”, they call him, also happens to be the leading voice actor of 141) finishes with the extra background noises, such as the sound of a door slamming shut or the sound of a man’s fist punching the wall.

It’s male-for-female porn, he cursed, as he watched the cold shower numbing his penis, he shouldn’t get off on that. Then he cursed himself more for sneezing right after the shower, worrying about catching a cold in these minutes.

He shouldn’t promise that woman. Sherry? Sharon? For coming over to the barbeque-backyard-thing.

He regretted it profoundly. A cold beer in hand. Listening mindlessly over that woman’s husband and some others chatting about “fuuutballlll”.

It’s soccer, ye’ yank. He grumbles angrily under his breath while no one is noticing.

Yet, here he is. In the backyard of some neighbors. With pent-up steam nowhere to blow off and sexual tension in the back of his spine.

Fuck, he needs to get laid.

Soccer scores and star athletes send his mind elsewhere. Into his condition. He hadn’t slept with any woman for the past four? Five months? God, has it really been that long since his last deployment in Lebanon? He hooked up with a random woman in the pub right after his return, and then … nothing. Not that he intentionally keeping it that way, but between his early hours' mail job and the audio recording that could last for, what looks like for him, eons in the afternoon, he didn’t take the time – or notice it, really – to make it a mission of getting himself laid. And to be frankly honest, this whole M4F porn thing has got him a bit tired to think of anything related to sex outside of his recording room.

Not to mention the fact that in this past few weeks, he has recorded almost every type of role-play from swimming instructors and professors to CEOs and mobsters. In addition, he begins to discover the fact that, not to make himself a Pavlovian dog, per se, but his subconscious mind associates “sex” with his recording booth, which in turn makes him harder (oops), more like, difficult to “get it up” while he’s out of the presence of a microphone and his headsets, and even more difficult to get it down after recording.

Fuck. His. Life.

“Hey, honey, would you mind taking over at the grill for a bit?” The short brunette, Sharon or something, pops up beside him, beaming at her husband Will, who is the loudest in the soccer debate. “Uncle Matthews kinda needs a break. He’s asking if you want to help since he doesn’t want the rest of us to have charcoal for dinner.”

Sharon, Simon decides to call her that for now, brought another girl along. That girl fidgets with her ice coke – Simon could tell it’s on ice because of the water beads clinging to the glass bottle like unrelenting fog and she constantly switches hands to wipe the water on her hand with a neatly folded napkin. That girl has a beautiful blue cotton dress on her, hugging her curves like a second skin.

Will welcomes his wife Sharon with a kiss on her cheek, “Yeah, sure. Where’s the grill, babe?”

Simon smiles and nods as Will hastily says his apologies to his neighbors and makes his exit from the small circle of men. Nevertheless, Simon’s attention and curiosity lie on the girl who just came, the girl who looks familiar …

“Oh hi, Simon!” Sharon chirps up when she notices the silent bulk of muscle right next to her. She grabs the girl by her wrist, nearly risking spilling her drink, “I don’t know whether you’ve met yet,” the brunette's head spins like a whipped gyro, “but this is your new neighbor, living … right next to you, I presume?”

Simon observes the newcomer as she raises her neck to look him in the eyes. Nothing but nervousness and awkwardness.

You. The stalker-neighbor-lady.

Fuck.

His.

Life.

Sharon has to attend to her children running around when they start to wave their paper plates like pirate swords, leaving you two, Simon and you in the tree shade.

The silence hovers like a plague.

Before Simon decides to break it: “Thought I was clear about stalking.”

“It’s hardly stalking when we were both invited to the same party.” You huff.

“You are standing too close.”

“Well, I’m not leaving.” You mumble, carefully stepping away from this bear of a man.

Though stepping away from him means stepping out of the shadows and into the light, and the sun is practically scorching your skin.

You curse this narcissistic egoistic maniac in the depth of your heart, when you hear him ask out of the blue.

“Did you enjoy the latest audio?”

You nearly choke on your drink.

“No!” You hiss, “It was horrible. Horrendous. Hideous. Disgusting. Nothing about it intrigued me.” Despite the fact that it starred one of your favorite tropes, a.k.a semi-public, and made you came two times in a row on your wand. A record, you might say. But you are not supporting this asshole’s career, not when he’s so in over his head and thinks of you as a stalker.

No. You need to draw the line. “And knowing it’s you behind the voices tunes down my … enthusiasm.”

Daring little thing. He might grow fond of you in time. Simon thinks, bemused.

“Ah.” He simply shrugs the faintest disappointment off his shoulders, “So you enjoy the audios bett’r when I have the balaclava on?”

“Yes – No!”

The audio doesn’t reveal his face, never reveals his body either. But Team 141 made sure the audience knew clearly which one was starred in each of the audios. Hence, every audio’s background picture features a special sketch of the voice actor (or actors). While the team leader, “Captain”, has his special sketch as a curly stache, and “Soap’s” is a funny-looking mohawk, Simon chooses a black and white balaclava with his eyes staring right out of the picture. He also makes the balaclava look like the face of the skeleton, under the stage name, “Ghost”.

Truth is, you like the mask. Love the mask. Or balaclava, whatever that is. The mask makes his eyes more prominent. More piercing, as if they slash through your soul and lay you bare.

He could tear you alive with those eyes.

“So you do like the balaclava.” He sighs in phony remorse, before chucking in his low baritone, ���Cute.”

Shoot. Did he just say that out loud?

“Perv.” Now it is your turn to grumble and feel annoyed.

He shakes his head lightly, lifting the cold beer to his lips, smirking, “Not sure if it’s the right word f’r me, Peach, it sounds better on ye’.”

“For the last time,” You glare at him angrily, though the death stare you sent his way could do little more than have a stream try to bring down a bridge, squeezing every word between your clenched teeth, “I’m not a stalker, you jerk.”

“Apology accepted.” He gloats.

“Wha- I’m – Ugh!” Your outbreak gives into your frustration of not being able to form a proper sentence out of the existing vocabulary, if any, remaining in your head. Your body acts faster than your brain could perceive – it stomps on his feet heavily. You, stomp on his feet angrily.

You hope he breaks a toenail. Or five.

“You should change your username to Firecracker. Or Firestomper, perhaps?”

You could have just broken all of his bones back there, and this? This is his reaction?

“You-” You stop mid-sentence as his presence draws closer, making you stammer, “You-”

A hot, wet kiss. All teeth and tongue. All sucking and biting. Demanding. Intruding.

Forcing a thumb on your chin so you would open up for him at the right time, the proper angle, the faint whimper. Clawing your waist so you would avoid the pain, and chest flush to his, arching your spine. A knee between your legs that somehow finds its way there, that could almost grind on your weeping core-

A kiss that melts you down. That shows you every bit of him you wanted, and still want when you listen to the porn he recorded. The softness. The roughness. All of it. The kiss you have been craving for, dreaming for, and cumming for in all those sleepless nights. The kiss that turns you into a different person. The kiss that has you longing for more. Far more than what he offers right now.

He lets go of you after a small whimper escapes your lips.

“Sweet as a peach, lovie. But aww, so needy. Practically feeling you grinding on my cock just now.”

“I did not-” The blood rushes to your cheeks, “How dare you -”

Simon quirks his brow: “I, on the one hand, recall you, stalker lady, trying to paw at me when you attack me with your -”

A loud slap rings his ears.

“Now we’re getting somewhere.” Simon’s tongue finds his canines, and the spot where you slapped him on the face, and grins. Sickeningly.

As he watches your silhouette storm out of the barbeque party and into the confines of your house, he feels a rush of blood pouring down below, lighting up a fire that could burn everything down.

Fuck, he just got hard. Without a script or a microphone.

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[hwaslayer]

wildfire (cs) | three.

—spotify playlist | series masterlist

—summary: assistant professor in bioengineering, incredibly attractive, lonely and divorced; that’s how most people describe san. but despite the events that have happened in his life, san has a lot going for himself. he’s a successful, sought out professor due to his brilliant contributions to science at just an early age of 32. he worked hard to get where he was now; head deep into his research, his publications, building his lab and creating a name for himself. everything was good and smooth sailing— until it wasn’t. because when he meets you, a bioengineering grad student interested in rotating in his lab, he finds himself ready to risk all the blood, sweat and tears he put in throughout the years just to keep you close— his need for you spiraling out of control like a wildfire.

—pairing: asst. professor!choi san x grad student!f. reader

—genre: (18+ - minors dni) strangers to lovers, grad school au | fluff, angst, eventual smut

—word count: 4.8k

—chapter content/warnings: cussing, mature language/sexually implied content, general bioengineering project descriptions/terms, very vague mention of mice research work, mentions of a lil cut (nothing graphic), a lil more oc x san!!, oc x san being subtle with their actions - they're def feeling each other/checking each other out tho lol, suave sexy san!!, jongho is onto him oop 🤨, it builds up from here i prawwwmise!

When Sunwoo said he needed help, he truly meant it. A few weeks into the new quarter, you find yourself hustling in the lab in between your class schedule. You do enjoy it though, and you find that you still have time to carve out for your friends and nights out. But, you do feel your workload slowly increasing just because Sunwoo is trying to make significant progress with his project— a project that you hope to build off if you were to fully join Professor Choi's lab. A project that would hopefully get your name on another published paper, too. And, you weren't gonna lie, you wanted to do your best and work extra hard because you needed Professor Choi to see that you fit perfectly in his lab. You needed to show him that this wasn't any ordinary research work to you and that you weren't just winging your time here, especially after he gave you that friendly but stern pep talk during your kick-off meeting with him, Belle and Sunwoo.

—FLASHBACK

"Hey." Professor Choi says while sitting in his chair. The three of you walk in, with Sunwoo plopping himself down on his couch, and you and Belle sitting at the two seats in front of his desk. "How's everyone doing?" He asks while typing away, huge Mac screen taking up the corner of his desk with his laptop connected on a laptop stand.

"Good!" You all say in your own ways.

"How about you, Professor Choi?" Sunwoo leans back onto the couch.

"Mm." He hums. "Good as can be, I guess. Can't complain." He chuckles, now fully shifting his attention to you three. "So! How'd the talk go?"

"Well, I think Y/N would work well with my project. There's so many avenues she could piggyback off of if she joins the lab afterwards that'll help contribute to a lot of the dynamic foraging, brain-wide neural dynamics work we've been doing." You watch as Professor Choi nods in agreement, now looking at you and Belle.

"She could also help with the lab-wide project I've been heading and some other 2-photon and KCR work." 

"Sounds good with me. What about you, Y/N?" He leans onto his desk, eyes glued on you while his hands are clasped together. You lick your lips and nod, nervous that all the attention is on you especially from Professor Choi. You feel like he's burning holes into you, and you can't help but feel incredibly intimidated. 

"Yeah, that sounds awesome. I'm on board with Sunwoo and Belle's plans. I'm excited to dive in." He smiles at you.

"Cool. I think we'll get some great work done during your rotation." He turns to Sunwoo. "Sunwoo, can I trust you to take care of Y/N's badge access and getting her set up with everything she needs?"

"For sure!"

"Thanks." Professor Choi stands. "And just cause I have to lay this out there, there are some expectations I hold for the people in my lab— regardless if you're a rotation student, postdoc, undergrad, staff. It doesn't matter. I expect the highest performance out of everybody, and I want my people to succeed no matter how long it takes. I expect my people to do nothing but the best and I need that to show in everything you do. Presentations. Data. Papers. Everything. I don't want anyone to settle for less than that, and you have my support every step of the way."

"Of course, noted."

"We have lab meetings every Monday at 9am up on the third floor of the south wing. I'll get you on the schedule so you can do your rotation update towards the end of the quarter."

"Journal club!" Sunwoo says, making Professor Choi laugh. "One of us!"

"Yeah, we'll get you to do a journal club presentation too." He tucks his hands in his pockets.

"Professor Choi gets us free hot breakfast for lab meetings." Belle puts her hand on your arm as you all stand and start to get ready to leave. "It's so good." You giggle.

"So, all good? We're all onboard?" You three turn to Professor Choi and nod. "Nice. Welcome to the lab, Y/N." He flashes you a smile that only you catch, a look that only you see. Like it was meant to be that way.

Your time in Professor Choi's lab will be an interesting one.

—END

"Hey." You pull out a seat and plop onto the chair, sipping on the drink you just ordered.

"Hey pretty!" Eunchae giggles, while Felix, Jiung and Jurin wave.

"Where have you been?" Felix asks, poking at your bicep.

"Shuffling between class and lab." You let out a breath, bottom lip poking out into a pout.

"She's rotating in Professor Choi's lab." Jiung looks at Jurin.

"San?" You nod. "Damn, goodluck!" Jurin chimes in and you shake your head. "He's a hottie."

"Here we go." Felix snorts.

"I mean, are we wrong?" She looks at him and playfully nudges his side, causing him to groan in response. 

"I never said you were wrong!" Eunchae giggles at his pained response. "That's just the hot topic on campus. Him and his friends."

"So hot. They deserve to be the talk on campus." Eunchae rests her chin on the palm of her hand. "How has it been in his lab?"

"It's been good! Just really fucking busy. Sunwoo is like.. at the peak of his project. He'll probably try to submit his paper within the year or something if all goes well."

"Fun times." Jiung looks at you while sipping on his smoothie. "You going back to lab after?"

"Yup!"

"I gotta head back, too." Felix says. 

"Same. I gotta run my gels." Eunchae adds.

"What about you?"

"Not today." Jiung responds. "I have a paper I need to start already for one of my classes. I've just been trying to troubleshoot some of the lasers in the lab for the other Professor Choi so I'm not entirely busy yet." You nod, checking your apple watch to peep the time. "Are you guys gonna be able to catch dinner later?"

"I should be."

"Yeah, same."

"Mm. I dunno." You tilt your head. "You can probably go without me and I'll catch up if I can."

"Sheesh, really putting you to work already."

"Yup." You sigh, finishing up your drink and your snack box full of cheese, grapes and crackers. "Anyway, I gotta get going. I told Sunwoo I'd try and fix our behavior rig today so we can start utilizing it soon."

"Text us if you'll be able to join dinner and we'll wait!" Jurin yells before you wave them off and start making your way back to the Harvey Center to finish up your tasks in lab. Part of you really wanted to stay with your friends and hang out for the rest of the afternoon, but you had promised Sunwoo you'd take the time to fix the behavior rig he had been working on for the past month. He just hasn't had the bandwidth to focus on it lately, so having you is tremendous help for him. 

When you get to the lab, there's still quite a few people lingering around in the office area in the basement, surprisingly. You pop over to their desks for small talk, getting to know the people in the lab and the projects they're working on. Most are situated at their desks, analyzing their data and coding between two monitor screens. Everyone's equally nice and passionate about what they do, it makes the environment less stressful knowing it's collaborative and engaging instead of being in a competitive nature. Belle pulls you aside to get your help just as Sunwoo is packing up for the day and thanking you for your help with the behavior rig. She takes about an hour or so of your time, giving you a quick rundown of the procedures she's working on and what you could help with in the next few weeks. It's after your time with Belle that you finally get to sit down at your desk and focus on the rig sitting on top of it. You don't think it'll take much time, and you feel like you'll actually be able to catch dinner with your friends.

Until you realize how difficult it is get everything situated on the breadboard properly. 

San hums as he walks through the cold air, pacing towards the Harvey Center to get to his office. He's just had a good workout at the faculty lounge, and he doesn't expect too many people [if any] to be lingering around in the open office space of the lab. He knows people are cooped up in their own laser or behavior rooms right now, and it's not even the first time he'll be strolling in casual clothes. He tries to keep himself clean and pressed down, but he too, has his days where he just wants to head to work in some jeans. A tshirt. Hoodie.

Right now, the cold is pricking his skin because he's in a black Nike dry fit shirt and sweats. He's running to the office to finish up a few last minute things before heading home and relaxing. As expected, the hallway feels eerily quiet. He assumes there could be one or two people locked away in the rooms, but he won't bother. When he gets into the office space, he doesn't see anyone in particular until he turns the corner towards his office and finds you sitting at your desk in the corner. The computer screen is pretty bright, and you've got your hands tied with a rig. 

He definitely wasn't expecting you to be here.

"Fuuuck." He hears you slightly whine when the small allen wrench in your hand slips and tumbles to the floor, followed by a few screws sitting on your desk.

"Hey Y/N, you okay?" San asks, dropping his duffle bag right in front of his office door before slowly walking over to you. You look up in surprise, eyes quickly scanning Professor Choi in his casual outfit. You're stunned at how good he looks in something so simple, how big and defined his arms are in that tight shirt; he looks so good you almost forget to respond.

He sure as hell catches on though, a tiny smirk growing at the corner of his lips.

"Oh, yeah. I'm trying to unscrew this but Sunwoo's got it in there tightly. I'm afraid I'm weak." He laughs and shakes his head.

"Nah. You're not weak." He picks up the allen wrench from the floor. "Which one?"

"This." You point. "And this too, while you're at it." He chuckles.

"You got it, boss." San angles himself closer to you, face only inches away from yours when he dips to get a better look. You watch as his arm muscles flex when he gets the wrench in there and starts undoing the screw, loosening it in a matter of seconds. "I'll let you do the rest." He moves onto the next and loosens it shortly after. When he finishes, his face is only inches away from yours and he keeps a hold there. He's looking at you again, really looking at you, and you feel the heat rise to your cheeks. You're not sure what else to do besides nibble on your bottom lip.

"Thank you." You manage to choke out. He gives you a soft smile before handing you the allen wrench and standing fully upright.

"You didn't hurt yourself, did you?" 

"Um, no. I didn't." San looks at your hand a little further and notices the fresh scratch near your pinky— probably due to your hand slipping from the force, scratching it against one of the mounts sitting on the board. 

"I didn't expect you to lie to me so quickly." He teases, slight whine in his tone while he clicks his teeth. "Can I see?" You show him your hand. "Come to my office, got some ointment for it." He nods towards his door and leads the way. San could damn well show you to the lab's first aid kit down the hall, but his office is much closer and he'd feel a bit better than just sending you off to fend for yourself. 

"Professor Choi, I can just find the—" Before you can finish your sentence, he's already swinging his door open and holding it open for you.

"It's much quicker than heading down the hall to the first aid kit." He laughs a bit. You give him a tiny smile as you brush past and walk into his office, feeling a bit awkward being in his private space for something as little as a cut. You fiddle with your fingers as he places his duffle bag down onto the couch before grabbing the first aid kit in one of the drawers near his desk. He grabs a small pack of ointment and a bandaid, approaching you in the middle of the room. "Mind if I..?"

"Not at all." You leave out your hand for Professor Choi to take and he gently tugs it closer. He applies the ointment on your scab, dabbing it lightly across the surface before grabbing the bandaid and placing it on top. 

"There."

"Thank you, Professor Choi."

"You're welcome. Be careful next time. Make sure Sunwoo does the heavy lifting."

"I know. He's good help. I just figured I'd help him get a head start." San gives you a small smile. "Mind if I ask? What're you doing here later in the evening?"

"Sometimes, I just stay to get my work done. Can't always rely on my home office to keep me productive." He chuckles. "Plus, I get my workouts in at the faculty lounge." You nod.

"I see."

"How long have you been in the lab today?"

"I've been in and out in between classes."

"You haven't eaten dinner?"

"Nope. Dining hall doesn't close until 9pm, though." San looks at the time on his computer.

"Which is getting pretty close. You should wrap it up." You look at him with a small pout and it feels too difficult having to keep his composure while you keep looking at him like that. His eyes quickly dip to the low cut shirt you're wearing before he manages to divert his attention back up to your eyes. The tension is palpable, but you don't say anything. Even if you caught it, even if you wanna tease him a little. You try to stick to your own lane in case all of this is pure delusion. 

You're so fucking pretty, though. It's bad for San. 

Unhealthy.

"I mean, don't get me wrong. It's nice knowing you're working hard in the lab." He follows up with a laugh. "But, you should also get some time in for yourself. Rest and eat well. You can always come back to the work tomorrow."

"What if I fall behind?"

"There's no such thing on falling behind if you're constantly working on so many different aspects, Y/N. Plus, it's not gonna be perfect. You'll have days that're slow, that'll feel like you aren't getting much out of your project. But, I promise it picks up again and things will come out of it regardless."

"Noted." You smile at him. "I appreciate that."

"How about I finish up in there and we head out together? I'd really hate to leave you here in the office alone, especially if I don't have to." You look at him and even though everything inside of you is fighting, pleading, to say no, you end up with—

"Okay." You softly respond. "I'm gonna go clean up."

"Sounds good. I'll be out in a minute." He gives you that look again and you hate that you don't know if he looks at everyone else like this or just you. You eye him once more even as he's turned towards his desk checking his phone before you head out of his office and to your desk. You did make good progress on the rig, which you know Sunwoo would be grateful about. The only thing he needs to do is add the part he created the other day, a tube where the mouse would be situated for lick behavior tests.

Meanwhile, San plops onto his computer chair and pulls up his emails, looping in the appropriate people to help fix certain issues. He's got a few emails regarding just-in-time information needed for the grants he's been re-applying for, making a mental note to hop on a quick meeting with the people involved so they can get their reports and data together and send it off in a timely manner.

It never ends, he thinks. 

All is his life consists of now is work. The lab. Collaborating in various projects across departments. Working out. Sometimes, San wishes there was something else he could look forward to. Something else that could take time out of his day, something that he could put his attention to. Something like—

jongho: still on campus?

He turns to his phone when the text tone goes off, seeing the message from Jongho. San quickly checks the time and finishes up the last email he was working on before he got distracted.

san: yeah, gonna head out tho. just working on some last min urgent emails that came in.

jongho: wanna grab something to eat? i'll meet you at your car

san: alright, give me like 10 mins. 

San sends off his last few emails before checking his calendar for tomorrow's meetings. He has a virtual talk after class that he needs to prep for, which he'll do later tonight. Plus, he'll need to gather that information for the grants. Just thinking about it makes San breathe out a heavy sigh, slightly feeling overwhelmed at his never-ending to-do list.

Yeah, a new hobby or distraction would be nice.

"Ready?" You turn to see Professor Choi locking up his office, duffle bag slung on his shoulder. When he's done, he turns and gives you a small smile; patiently waiting for you to be ready. You nod, locking your computer and grabbing your things before walking out behind him.

"So, do you always work out in the evenings?"

"I try to, yeah." You look up at him while he walks alongside of you. "Helps me release steam from all the stuff going on."

"I can only imagine." You tug on your bag strap. "I don't know how you do it with your busy schedule."

"I'm not too busy." He says in a playful tone. "Just enough."

"Sure." You laugh. "Everyone knows how busy and occupied you are, Professor Choi."

"What if everyone just hypes me up too much and has the wrong idea about me?"

"I doubt that."

"How would you know, hm?" He smiles when he presses the elevator door. 

"Oh, please. I never not see you in a meeting or talking to someone, or doing a talk somewhere." You slip into the elevator with him. He rests against the rail on the opposite side from where you stand, fully facing you. "You even did that episode not too long ago for Professor Young's podcast."

"Wow, you really keep up, don't you?"

"How could I not?" He chuckles.

"That's nice to know that you do." He means it. As much as he loves when people treat him like a regular person, he also loves it when people keep up with his projects. His papers. His talks. He's not gonna lie; it is an ego boost, and he likes knowing that people take time out of their day because they're interested in hearing what he has to say or what he's working on now.

It's definitely nice coming from you.

You quietly stand off to the side, watching as the elevator takes you from the basement to floor 1 of the building. San is subtly eyeing you from where he stands, noticing how you keep to yourself and shift your weight between your feet in some kind of anxious move to get off of the elevator. You can barely look him in the eye and he thinks it's cute.

"What're your plans after you get dinner, Y/N?" He breaks the silence as you step out of the elevator and out of the building. The night isn't too chilly— the stars are dotting the sky beautifully, crickets are beginning to chirp. There aren't too many people moving across campus anymore, which is the usual at this time. Most are huddled up in lab if they're the working night-owl type, or resting at their dorms or apartments to get ready for the next day.

"Finish my loads of homework and try to hang out with my friends for a bit if we all aren't too tired."

"That's nice, minus the homework part." You giggle.

"What about you? If you don't mind me asking." He smiles.

"I don't. I'm just gonna meet up with the other Professor Choi and grab dinner with him."

"You two are close, yeah?" He nods.

"Yup."

"That's cute." 

"Is it?" He asks in a playful, sing-song way that has you shifting your attention to your feet to bite back a huge smile.

"It is. Very." You finally look up at him and meet his eyes. "By the way, I hope I'm not making you walk extra steps tonight." You point at the dining hall just down the path. "I can take it from here if you need to get to your car or meet him somewhere else."

"It's alright, I parked right over here." He nods towards the parking garage coming up on the left. "Easiest garage to find parking at."

"Works out then." You give him a tiny, toothless smile.

"Your friends are able to join you for dinner, right?"

"Should be. I'll call them in a few." You pause in your steps when the garage is directly to the left now. "Thanks for walking me, Professor Choi."

"You sure you don't need me to walk you towards the end of the path?"

"All good. I'm a big girl." He laughs.

"Yeah." He's doing that thing again. That thing where he just looks at you with a certain glint in his eye— a certain glint that makes you overthink, makes you wonder if he does this with everyone he comes across, or if it's just you. 

"Goodnight, I hope you have a good dinner."

"You too." You give him one last smile and wave before you start walking towards the dining hall, creating more distance between you two. You don't catch the way he continues to watch you until you've managed to cross the street and approach the dining hall— phone pressed against your ear because he assumes you're calling up your friends to meet you.

When he feels comfortable to take his eyes off of you, he crosses the way to the garage and starts walking towards his car that's sitting on the current ground level, Jongho patiently leaning against the tail end of it.

"Uh." Jongho laughs. "The hell was that?"

"What was what?"

"I saw you from here, don't try and be slick on me now." 

"It was nothing?" San pops open his trunk and tosses his duffle bag in.

"Didn't look like it." Jongho snorts.

"Y/N was just in lab and I didn't want her to leave alone."

"Your rotation student?"

"Mhm."

"Okay. I'm all for being a gentleman but be careful." He gives him a look.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"I've known you for years, bro. There's a certain look in your eyes and it doesn't exactly scream 'nothing.'" 

"Well, it is." Is all San says. He doesn't really have anything else to say because he doesn't wanna sound like he's defending himself way too much when he doesn't need to. He knows better. Maybe. Hopefully.

"Aye." Jongho shrugs. "Want you to be happy but just keep it safe, yeah? You've worked really hard for everything you have."

"I know." San lets out a breath. "Anyway, where do you wanna go for dinner?"

"Happy hour at the bar nearby? I can be passenger princess, or if you really want, we can drive separately to make it easier. I guess." He playfully huffs, making San chuckle.

"Just get in." 

On the way to the bar, Jongho gives San more details about the collaboration and that the group is incredibly interested in moving forward. San nods, agreeing that it would be good for them and everyone involved both funding-wise and opportunity-wise. Jongho then tells San about his recent grants that were finally accepted and re-awarded, giving him a little more leeway to purchase new equipment he's been having his eyes on for Jiung and a few other of his lab members to toy around with. There's a certain idea that's been floating in his head for awhile now, one that San honestly doesn't understand much about because electrical engineering is a whole other beast to him. He gets the gist, and he knows Jongho has only done incredibly work, continuing to one-up himself every single time he comes back around with a new idea.

"So, there's another thing I've been thinking about." Jongho says, as they finally arrive to the sports bar and follow the host to a table on the back patio. 

"Should I be scared?" San asks as they sit and immediately order their go-to beers and the karaage they love so much. 

"I was thinking of asking the dean for some real estate at the new campus building."

"Bartlett Hall? The one that just finished construction?" Jongho nods.

"Mhmmm." He responds in a sing-song tone. "I briefly mentioned it to him in passing and he told me we'd talk more, but was hoping to get you onboard, too."

"Why me?" San laughs, picking at a piece of karaage with a toothpick before popping it into his mouth. Before San can hear Jongho's reasoning, the server comes back to take their orders. They both order different burgers, planning to exchange a half for the other. 

"Was thinking we could open the joint department together, finally have a space for us to combine our work in electrical engineering and bioengineering." San pokes out his bottom lip and nods.

"Sooo, we'd have to write a whole pitch and sell it to the dean?"

"Yeah basically, but we can run it by Namjoon first and see what he says."

"I'm down. I dunno if the dean will budge without implementing certain requirements from our end, but, I'm down to try."

"Yeah?" Jongho laughs. "Glad to hear you're down. It'll be good! I've been thinking about it for awhile but I was always hesitant. Think it's probably just best to take the leap. Worst thing they can say is no."

"That's true. Yeah, I'm down. It'll be good for the students and the postdocs. They'll have a space for them to collaborate together. Pretty exciting to think about, actually."

"Thought so." Jongho sips his beer. "I'll start working on a proposal and send it to you for edits."

"Sounds good with me."

"How was that meeting with Zara, by the way? I never got around to asking."

"Oh, it was good." He shrugs. "We talked a lot about getting her lab situated and getting on more grants ASAP."

"Sounded like a productive talk. Have you met again afterwards?"

"Yeah, it was." San clears his throat. "We met a few more times just to talk a bit more on some finer details for her lab and plans. Hope it was helpful at least. I turned her to Namjoon most of the time cause who else would know more?" Jongho laughs.

"Yeah."

"She's cool, though. Really sweet." Jongho snorts. "What?"

"I see Mingi's plan isn't really working well." San rolls his eyes, stuffing a few fries into his mouth before taking a bite. 

"Yeah, no. It's not." San shakes his head. "Don't even think about instigating, either."

"It's kinda fun. Plus, she's obviously attracted to you."

"No." San shuts it down.

"Why not? Why don't you just continue seeing where it goes?"

"I am, and I'm still in the same position I was when I first met her."

"Which is?"

"I respect her as a colleague and a colleague only." San glares at him. "I'm not going to force anything that isn't meant to happen." 

"Okay, fine. You're right. I'll get behind that." Jongho dips his last fry into the ketchup before looking back up at his bestfriend. "But at least promise me you won't be entirely closed off to it if it does naturally develop into something?"

"Uh." San pauses. He pauses not because of Zara or whatever Jongho's saying right now; he meant to agree, but he finds his thoughts suddenly roaming to.. you.

His curiosity, the need to learn more about you.

"Hello?"

"Sorry." San shakes the thoughts from his head in case Jongho can hear it or something. "Yeah."

"Definitely not genuine. What's on your mind?"

"Nothing."

"I can hear you thinking."

"Can you? That's an invasion of privacy."

"It's her, isn't it?"

"I literally have no idea what you're talking about." Jongho stares and gives him a certain look, causing San to divert his attention away. Away from him, onto anything, anyone nearby.

"Yeah, okay. That's all I needed to know." Jongho quietly sips on the rest of his beer before pushing his plate aside and sitting back into the seat. "San, make your decisions wisely."

"I already told you it was nothing."

"Okay." Jongho says in defeat, leaving the topic alone. All he wants is for San to be genuinely happy, just like their other friends do. But, he's also hoping San is smart enough to make the right [and wise] decisions.

Not be blinded by anything, causing him to make irrational and impulsive decisions based on his feelings.

"Anyway, are you good to go?" San crumples the napkin and tosses it onto his plate before standing up and grabbing his keys, phone.

"Yeah, I am."

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Take Turns | Ot8 Ateez

「Synopsis」 : Part 2 of Whose First. Where you finally get to see who you picked to have first...

「Word count」 :  5.4k

-> Genre: Smut, Mafia Au, Poly Au

Paring: Ot8 Ateez x Fem!Reader

[Warnings] : Wall sex, mentions of blood, lots of pet names. Penetrated sex, unprotected sex [Don't do this!] Daddy kink. Multiple orgasms, heavy subspace. Some trauma issues. The reader is secretly a simp for the boys. Soft Dom Hongjoong. Rough Seonghwa. Monster cock, Mingi and Yunho. Sir Kink. Double penetration. Anal A lot of dirty talk. [Mingi and Yunho got a real filthy mouth] squirting. Cumming inside [don't do that] Aftercare. Wooyoung is a cheeky thing. Oral [M Receiving]. Wooyoung might be slightly high but who's asking. [HEHE] Spanking, cum eating, jerking off. Threesomes [Obviously] description of cum and bodily fluids. Spit play [Sorry not sorry]. Reader calls sex playtime. Dom and Sub dynamic. Squirting, shower sex, nipple play, fingering, hickeys, Some MxM, choking [I'm not even sorry for that] name calling [Slut, oop] lazy make out, cock warming cause I'm a sucker for it. And if I missed something let me know, other than that enjoy my Darlings!! 

Notes: IT'S FINALLY HERE! Weeks working on this and I can finally say I'm ready. I worked super hard on this to try and make all the suggestions I got fit! This is the most filthiest thing I've ever written so god look away. Enjoy! ♡ ALSO ITS 3AM AND I HAVEN'T PROF READ IT SO IF THERE IS ANY MISTAKES IGNORE THEM! Thank you...

Tears stained your red hot cheeks. Your nails digging into the back of your lover as yours was pressed against one of the cold walls in the meeting room. His cock so deep inside you, you couldn't hear anything else other then the slapping sounds of skin and his groans ringing in your ears.

"Seong!!" You moaned his name, drawing blood from your nails. His thrusts getting sloppy as he chased his high. Your head was so fuzzy and light, it left like you floating.

"Come on Bunny make a mess on my cock." He bites your earlobe making you squeal, tightening around him before coming undone. He removed you from the wall, still inside of you as he walked over to the large, long table. Placing you down on the cold wood, he thrusted in an inhuman speed finally finishing himself off inside you. The others watching intensely as Seonghwa's cum leaked out of you, dripping onto the floor. You layed panting with half lids.

"Our turn." You faintly hear a deep voice come closer towards you before another higher pitch on chuckling. "Don't break her before we get our turn."

You knew it was Wooyoung whining and as a large hand rubbed your calf's with so much care you knew the deep voice had to belong to Mingi. His hands moved up your body before holding the back of your neck, lifting your frame up.

"Hey Little one." He kissed your forehead nuzzling his nose in your hair, holding you close for a moment. "Colour." He always asks this, even if you could be having the time of your life in these situations. He seems to need to know the colour more than you.

"Green Sir. Green" You whisper, wrapping your hands around his bare waist, hugging him. You suddenly felt another pair of hands snake their way on your thighs from behind Mingi. You look up to see beautiful eyes that belonged to Yunho.

"Who you want in the front this time Tiny." And just like Mingi always asking about a colour, Yunho also seemed to ask this question, well after all it's their favourite position to do with you. You were unsure who to pick, mind still hazy. All you wanted was them, not caring about the details.

"I-I don't know...I want both of you." You small whimpers caught Hongjoong's attention. Normally in a group activity you are very much aware of yourself and what's around you. But for some reason tonight you fell into your sub space. Something you never do. The only time you are in sub space is with Seonghwa and Hongjoong. None of the others ever having that effect on you.

"Hey Angel. Where are we?" Hongjoong tugged Yunho by his dress shirt slightly, making both of the boys move out of the was for him. It's not that the others didn't know about your subbiness towards the two eldest but this was a new experience for all of you, so Hongjoong wanted to make sure you were absolutely okay first.

"We are..I...I don't know." What Hongjoong feared was happening. You were definitely not use to being in your space while outside the bedroom. He briefly explained to the others you can become like this in the past but seeing it happen, it was a new experience. "You are in Daddy's meeting room and you are going to play with your Sir's. Are you okay with that angel?"

"Yes... Please." You gave him the biggest doe eye your could muster tugging on his shirt with desperation. Hongjoong just giggled at your expression, moving away for the two giants to sandwich your body between them.

"Looks like I'll be in front tonight little one. Now hold on tight." Yunho and Mingi took it upon themselves to decide what the position was going to be. Yunho gripping the under of your thighs to hold you up in the air from behind while Mingi slotted himself in between your open legs. Your hands tangled in Mingi hair, pulling his body closer to yours. Your whimper echoed in the room as your tummy tingled in anticipation. You felt Yunho and Mingi's cocks slide along your lower half, making you moan out a strangled 'P-Please' over and over. A cold sensation lapped around your ass, making your shiver before some of it cold liquid slipped inside. You whimpered at the uncomfortable feeling but as time goes on the slight pain turned into pleasure.

"You are good for us Tiny. So beautiful, so―" Yunho slipped in your tight ass, feeling you squeeze him immediately. Mingi sank deep inside your pussy almost straight after, making your brain short circuit at the overwhelming feeling. They took a moment for you to get use to them but when your hips started to rut, they got the non-verbal response to go.

"Fuck you're so tight. Such a good baby for letting your Sir's stuff you full." Mingi growls holding your hips while Yunho keeps his strong grip on your under-thighs, making you completely rely on them keeping you up in the air.

"You like being fucked in front of everyone? Hmm? Want everyone to see how to take us so well?" Yunho's words making you choke out a wet whimper. You couldn't form any response with than cries and moans for them do not stop, which they were definitely not going to do. The tingle grew, and a tightness rumbled in your chest. You wanted, no, needed to cum and the pleading hooded eyes you gave Mingi and the way you squeezed them made then both know you were close. The two pick up the pace, chasing their own highs as well.

"S-Sir...So f-full aargh." You cry, leaning back into Yunho's chest, leaning on his shoulder so your mouth could latch onto his hot skin, biting a harsh mark on his neck. "Oh, mmy f-f―" your whimpers pool out through your clamped teeth. With one hard thrust from both males, you feel the knot in you stomach unwind and break, liquid rushing out of you. The boys both came along side you, slowing their thrusts until the high slowed down.

You cringed slightly at the feeling of them pulling out. Your body becoming overwhelmed with sensations and your mind still hazed with glossed over eyes. You felt Yunho's hands let go of your inner thighs as Mingi's hand that held your hip, moved to hold you up but your legs still dangle. He slowly lets your feet touch the cold floor, making you hum at the cooling sensation. You try to stand but your legs have become the same texture of jello, wobbling as you fell towards Mingi's broad chest. He just chuckled, slowly helping you walk toward your devilish boyfriend that sits with his legs spread on one of the big meeting chairs.

"Come here Princess. Rest for a little on my lap." San's words made you feel warm and fuzzy. Taking perch on his lap, draping your legs on either side of his. San's hand traced random shapes in your back as you breath slowly through your mouth. One thing you obsesses over when it comes to your lovers is San's ability to always give such soothing comfort and aftercare. Even if he wasn't the one to have sex with you, he would always cuddle and make sure you were okay. It wasn't that the others didn't provide aftercare, don't get them wrong, they love the idea of cuddles and check ups. But San likes to hog the affection.

"Here, drink this baby." He hands you a bottle of water that Seonghwa had went and fetched. Mingi and Yunho are now no where to be scene, most likely gone upstairs to shower and have some more fun with one another since those two are known for being able to go longer than one round. You swear they have the stamina of super soldiers. As you drank the water you finally took in your surroundings, noting you were in the meeting room. Your gloss and haze fading, feeling the cool air create goosebumps on your bare skin. You see Wooyoung sitting on the table next to you and San with a sly smirk on his lips. Yeosang and Jongho are across the room, looking at something front of them, most likely paper work while they wait for their turn. Hongjoong and Seonghwa were also next to them, fully dressed as if Hwa wasn't pounding you moments ago.

"Sannie, Woo." You felt you brain finally clear, breathing fresh air for the first time for the night.

"Hey there, Princess. Welcome to the party." His smirk paints his face perfectly, making the tingle in your tummy erupt again. "Wanna play?" He asks you softly, even if he and Woo are desperate to feel you and became hot from the show Mingi and Yunho put on. They would never do something you didn't want to do. You nodded in response making Wooyoung jump off the table in excitement.

"This calls for the carpet." Wooyoung walked over to the large door that connected the meeting room to a small room, lounging area. The room was originally Hongjoong's office but it's now just sits empty, with left over furniture and filing cabinets. And a soft fluffy black carpet that sits in the middle of the room. San carried you in his arms as you watch Wooyoung strip his jacket, tie and blouse while he walked. The others caught notice of what the two had planned, Yeosang whispering something to Hongjoong with a smirk but you were unable to hear it.

"Come on Doll, let's fun some fun." Wooyoung giggled falling onto the soft carpet, rubbing it through his fingers, his sensitivity enjoying the texture. San places you down next to Wooyoung before starting to strip himself. Wooyoung took this time to grab your waist, pulling you on top of him so he could lock his lips on yours. You straddle his bare hips, grinding down on his cock while his tongue slips inside your mouth. He has to gasp within the kiss as he speaks, "Have I ever told you, you taste like fresh strawberries, like all the time."

His words made you giggle, not knowing about this little detail about yourself in Wooyoung's point of you. Before you could even think about responding though, two hands snake around your waist, pulling the top half of your body up to a sitting position as another pair of lips slot on you.

"Sharing―Kiss―Is―Kiss―Caring"

"Awee Come one Sannie, don't hog." Wooyoung bucks his hips up, grinding up against your core making you gasp through San's hot and heavy kiss. Wooyoung let his tip slip against your hole, trying his best to sink inside but unless you sat up it was useless. So he whined, high pitched and needy.

"Come on Princess, ride Wooyoung's cock would you. He seems so eager to feel you." You give San one more peak before you rotated around so you sat backwards on Wooyoung and your back was on display for him. His finger tips glide along your spine before landing a smack on your ass. You lean forward towards San that now sat himself in front of you and Wooyoung. Your position finally gave Wooyoung what he needs. Finally feeling you around him. God he swears if he wasn't mentally wanting to see what you would do, he would of came right the moment he felt your soft velvet walls around his cock.

"Fuck." He swears, letting his hands fall back to the carpet, clinging to it as he watches you with half open eye lids, sink up and down on him. Your pace made him squirm, moving his hips along with your own. You couldn't help but moan leaning on your hands to keep yourself up. San tucks a piece of hair behind your ear watching you with amusement. Your mouth hung opened, staring at him with glossed eyes. He could tell you were waiting for him to give you the word, the green light to help him, but man did he enjoy watching you look desperate for him. Desperate to please.

"Well go ahead Princess. Takes what's yours." He spread his legs wider for you, letting his cock lean against his abs. You took a hold of his shaft in seconds, mouth meeting with his tip. He had to fight the urge to thrust into your mouth, instead he grabbed a fist full of your hair to make a makeshift ponytail. You breathed heavily through your nose, trying to concentrate on riding Wooyoung but being so full from both ends made it near impossible.

"Fuck, argh. Fuck. Please I'm aargh." Wooyoung become a whimpering mess, getting closer and closer to his release. San lent his head back, gasping for air, starting to thrust into your mouth making your gag. Spit drooling, eyes watering, and heavy panting. All three of you drew closer to your highs, pace picking up harsher and faster. Wooyoung was the first to cum, spilling into your tight hole, while you came with him. Your release mixing together. San pulled out of your mouth jerking himself off in front of you getting ready with your beautiful tongue as you flatten it out for him to cum in your mouth. Some spilling on your chin and chest. Your legs and arms gave out, falling flat on the plush carpet, feeling your body begin to shut down. You have lost count on how many orgasms you've experienced but your thoughts did wonder if all your lovers have mentally decided to go for a new record or not.

"God you are always so messy San." You hear a faint deep voice, feeling a cool hand run up your back making your shiver. "You think you'd at least clean up." He chuckles, squatting down to lift some of your hair out of your face. Your hazy eyes pull open to look up at your lover, Jongho. His smirk was wide and sadistic."Or you could just aim properly." You knew he was referencing the way San was messy with his orgasm, dripping it down your chin and chest. Jongho's fingers ran along your face, picking up some of the cum, before pressing them against your lips. "Suck." His deep velvet voice makes you clench around nothing, placing your lips around his thick fingers. You could taste San mixing on your tongue making your whimper for more, even though some may ways you've had more than enough. But then again you could never be satisfied, always needing one of them. To hold you, kiss you, touch you. Fuck you.

"God she just keeps going." Yeosang chuckled taking a seat down on the couch next to San, in front of where you now sat on your knees for Jongho. Your stare at Yeosang with doe eyes, wanting to know what they might have planned for you. Jongho pulled his fingers out, your saliva still connected from tip to tongue. He couldn't help but groan watching the saliva drip down your face, gripping your chin with enough strength that he could pull your face right up to his.

"Open up Honey. Let me have my fun." He dark voice sent tingles down your spine. Opening your mouth wide, flattening your tongue out for him. He chuckles spitting straight into your mouth making your shiver with a whine. He tilted his head licking his lips. He knew you were waiting for his command, for his word. But he needed to watch you wiggle in anticipation first. "Swallow." And so you did, closing your mouth.

"See San, you can still have fun without having to be so messy."

"Yeah, Yeah, you've proven your point." San groaned finally standing up to button his pants. "But..." He pulled your body up, so you are standing on your wobbly legs. "I know our baby likes it messy sometimes." He gave your one last peck before carefully throwing you onto Yeosang, legs falling on each side of his thighs.

"Well Hello there Darling." Yeosang kisses your cheek, rubbing your back softly. "Care to take me for a spin?" You gave him a small nod, kissing his neck while grinding yourself on his covered crotch. He hands gripped your hips, helping your small movements. The others around you watched carefully as they see how desperate you are with Yeosang. Hongjoong had to chuckle thinking about how this might be the first time you'll be able to take all of them in one night without resting. Normally in events that one of the boys are horny, they would either have one of their lovers to help or tease you into having some imitate time with them. You've tried to take them all in one night before, having gone over rules about safe words and even though you never had to use the said safe word. You have asked to stop 'play time' given it has gotten a little too much. But tonight you seemed determined.

"Y-Yeo." You choked humping his covered leg. Yeosang brushed over the thought of teasing you, but given you've been so good tonight he unbuckled his pants swiftly.

"You are such a good baby. My Darling. My love." He pulled his cock out tugging himself while staring deep into our eyes. He held your hips up, so he could angle himself at your entrance. He didn't even get to ask if you were ready before you sank down on him hard. His air escaped out of his lungs, moaning your name aloud. His arms wrapped around your waist pulling you flushed against his chest. The fabric of suit scratched against your skin making a burning sensation erupt on the surface. But you couldn't care less at the uncomfortable feeling, sensing your body going into over drive at Yeosang's cock pumping in and out at an monstrous pace.

"YEOSANG!!!" You couldn't help my claw at his neck, tangling your fingers in his hair. He was hitting the right stops at the right time.

"Come on Darling, be a good baby and cum. Put a show on for all of us." And it was like Yeosang's word were exactly what you needed as you high snapped, making you cry out. But something was different this time.

"Fuck well look at that." You could hear Jongho's voice faintly through the fuzzy buzzing in your ears. "She fucking squirted."

"Good Job Darling." Yeosang whispers in your ears, kissing along your temple. Your juices soaked Yeosang's work suit but he couldn't care less, he is more impressed that he was the one to get you to squirt tonight. Since it was usually Yunho or Seonghwa that had that magic touch on you.

"I think Hwa and Yun have some competition." Hongjoong chuckles, picking up a stray hair that fell in front of your face before tucking it behind your ear. You smiled weakly at him, content with just laying on Yeosang for a moment. But that moment fell short as Jongho comes to snake his arms around your waist pulling you up to stand on your almost useless legs. They wobble as you tried your best to stand, but without Jongho's board shoulder you would most certainly fall.

"Come on let's go upstairs. I think a hot shower will make you feel better." His voice was soft unlike how he spoke prior.

"But wh-what about you..." You look at him with doe eyes before looking over at Hongjoong "or you?" You felt guilt bubble inside, you were determined to have all of them but they are the ones now saying no? Did you do something wrong? Before your mind could begin to over think Joong stepped forward rubbing his palm on your cheek.

"Oh don't worry Angel, we have something special planned."

And just like that, you were being carried upstairs in Jongho's arms. He placed you so carefully on the bathroom counter as he gave you one last lingering but passionate kiss before walking for the door. You called for him to ask why he was going to leave, but all you got in return was a small smile with a wink before he retreats outside. The sound of the shower caught your attention, making you look over to see Hongjoong running his hands under the water, testing the temperature.

"You ready to hop in my love?" His voice was barely under a whisper, only just being able to hear him over the shower. You nodded grabbing his hand so you could carefully get off the counter. He leads you into the shower, letting your back hit the warm water. His eyes never left yours, watching you slowly relax, the knots in your body finally unwind. He had no intention in doing anything mischievous, well not right now anyways. He wanted to just be with you, hold you. Wash the day away and make sure you were safe. Their lives were filled with brutality and violence, so coming home to see you so ready to please them, and love them even if they had so much blood on their hands. All the boys loved you so much, and wanted nothing but to worship the ground you walked on. All they wanted to do was―

"What are you thinking about my love?" You voice woke him from his trance, his hand suddenly stopping from brushing your soft skin. The soap running down your flesh, washing off to the drain. He looked down to you, seeing you smile. Your eyes sparkling. God, he was so in love. Hongjoong didn't answer you straight away, instead he kissed you, softly, slowly first.

"I was thinking about how beautiful you are. How you did amazing tonight." He gave you another small kiss, "How you are always trying to look after us when we should be the ones to look after you." and another quick kiss. "How, no matter how bad any of our days get, you are always there to make us feel better."

He finally gave you a long, deep, passionate kiss. Pulling your body flush against his own as his hands snaked to grip your bare ass. You moan into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck. You had to try not slip and luckily Hongjoong caught onto your worry, grabbing a hold of your waist and slowly moving you towards the shower wall. He trails his mouth down your wet neck, brushing some of your hair away so he could lap over the past wounds his other lovers had inflicted on you. He sucked over the purple mark, making them a harsher redish colour.

"You did so well today Angel. But I got one last surprise for you, if you are up for it." His voice tickles your ear lob as his hand ran down your tummy until it lays right above where you want him.

"Yes Joongie. Please. I want it." You plea made him chuckle, whistling a quick tune, suddenly making you confused. But then you heard the lock of the door click, it made you aware you were no longer alone with Hongjoong.

"Is there room for one more?" Seonghwa's mellow voice cooed above the sound of the shower making your heart rate pick up. Even though you have been naked in front of Seong before, his stare always made you feel so exposed every time he looked at you. His smirk painted his face beautifully as he entered the large shower behind Hongjoong. He gave his lover a peck on the shoulder, neck, jaw and finally his lips. You grew hot watching your lovers kiss each other, rubbing your thighs together. Seonghwa took notice, chuckling in the kiss making Hongjoong breakaway.

"I think our baby wants to join in." Hongjoong laughed staring you up and down.

"Bunny just wants what hers." He switched places with Hongjoong, retching for your waist, to situate himself next to you. His charming gaze could make anyone weak in the knees and as he kept his eyes locked on yours, you swore your legs would buckle at any moment. He ran his finger along your clit, making you gasp. You didn't even notice Seonghwa's hands, being too focused on his eyes instead. He placed slow pressure on your bud making you gulp with light pants. You rolled your hips against his hand, quickly losing yourself in pleasure.

"That's it Bunny, So good for Daddy." He replaced his fingers with the tip of his dick, rubbing along your slit, you closed your eyes leaving your mouth agape. You whimpered please over and over, again and again. But he wouldn't let you have what you needed.

"Oh as much as I would love to feel this pussy again. I think Joongie needs a taste." He pulled you off the wall, rotating you around so you are in between him and Hongjoong. Your back hit Seong's bare chest, his breath pooling on your neck. "Wouldn't you agree Bunny? You want daddy to fill you up with his cock?" You stare at Hongjoong with pleading eyes, nodding before whimpering;

"Yes, please. Please." Seonghwa's hands snaked down your waist, and hips, moving slowly towards your thighs. He taps the flesh making you understand the silent command. First lifting up your left leg, then pushing up to place the other in Seonghwa's tight hold, he held them spread in the air for Hongjoong to have the best view of you.

"Fuck look what we have here." Hongjoong's chuckle makes your skin crawl in the best way possible, you lean against Hwa's shoulder, your breath tickling his neck. His fingers dig into the soft fat of your thigh, letting Hongjoong slip between them. Joong, wasted no time to line himself up with your entrance, thrusting into you with one deep, swift movement.

"D-daddy." You moan at the sensation, biting Seonghwa's neck to stop yourself from making so much noise as the bathroom tends to echo the sound of your voice. Hongjoong's hand landed on the wall, either side of you and Hwa, sinking inside of your dripping mess with such speed it almost winded you.

Hwa just relaxed himself, enjoying the show he was witnessing. Dropping one your legs, Hongjoong takes it from him without worry, continuing his assault with no thought of stopping. Seong's hand glided up your body, stopping at your chest to play with your nipples for a little bit before he placed his palm securely around your throat.

"You're so good for us baby. Such a slut for us." He squeezes, drawing your breathing short. The fuzziness went straight to your brain as you felt like you were on cloud nine. Hongjoong's hips snapped, buckling slightly. You both knew he was close, and Hwa was determined to get you to come before his other lover.

"Baby, be a dear and hold our Bunny's other leg for me." Hongjoong listened instantly, switching the wall for your thigh. Seonghwa had now both free hands, keeping his left hand on your throat he drew his right to your clit, moving in fast circular motions making you scream what little air you had in your lungs left.

You came so hard that you felt like you could have fallen from your mini spasm if it wasn't for the two men holding you still. You left Hongjoong's load, painting your insides, spilling out while he pulled away. Your mind was so hazy you could barely hear the two praise you, knowing they were from their soft kissing. You all washed off, Seonghwa helping you out of the shower onto the soft bathmat. He dressed you into some underwear, and a large shirt. But the cologne on the shirt wasn't Hongjoong or Seonghwa's, it was—

"Come of bunny, let's get you to bed." You gave Hongjoong one last kiss to Joong before Seonghwa walked you to a bedroom. Not your bedroom though, it was Jongho's room to be exact.

"Good night my love." Seonghwa pecks your cheek, leaving you in front of the cracked open door. You opened the door fully seeing a sleepy-looking Jongho in only boxers. His smile was still painted on his face even though his eyes showed exhaustion.

"Hey, honey."

"Bear..." You didn't even say hello to him, instead, you closed the door and walked over to the bed, falling on top of of the soft comforter. He hummed at your actions sensing the ache of sleep taking over your body. So, he gripped at the covers pulling them down so you both can get under. You faced him, watching him with stalker-ish eyes, as he switched off all the lights and lamps, except for one that resided on your bedside table. He knew you didn't like the dark, and always requested to leave at least one lamp on which he would gladly do every time.

"You comfy there baby?" He had to chuckle lightly, seeing you so soft and comfortable. You wiggled into the plush black and sage green blankets, making his point proven. He joined you laying down so his face was inches from yours―your nose just touching one another―.

"You didn't join in tonight..." You didn't mean for your words to come out so blunt, but you became curious why he hasn't asked to have his turn yet. His expression didn't change from your words though, instead, he lent closer to you, pecking your cheek, pouring his passion out with a single kiss.

"Who says I wasn't going to join in?" Your ears perked at his deep sensual voice, while his fingers rested on your hips now hooked under your underwear straps. He snaps the band sending a small amount of pleasurable pain up your spine. His lips latch on your neck, licking a strip with his hot tongue. He lifted your―well his shirt―off your body, keeping you on your side. You watch him while still under the covers, slip his boxers down his legs, letting them fall out of the bed on the nearby floor. His lips catch yours, tongue slipping inside your mouth. You couldn't help but moan into the kiss, shuffling closer to him so you're both layed chest to chest.

"Keep me warm honey. Can you do that?" His hot breath tickled your lips as he went back to kissing you without an answer. Your whimpers were enough for him to know you were more than happy to comply. Giving you one last peck on the lips and then a small kiss on your nose, you rotated to put your back against his chest. You pulled your panties off a little too eagerly but who was caring at this point? His cock hit your hot pussy, and he groaned, having to remember he couldn't just fuck you into the sheets the minute he was inside. He needed patients but it was slowly warring thin.

"You are so good. I don't deserve you. None of us do." He whispers in your ear while he slips inside, his ball hitting you as he bottoms out. "I'm going to keep you nice and stuffed while you rest my love. And then I will wake you up the best way possible." he gives your neck a few kisses before groaning out;

"I'll fuck you awake so good that you'll be begging me to stop."

"Is that a threat or a promise?" You simply giggled, eyes already heavy as your breathing slowed. The feeling of fullness sends a fuzzy and warm feeling to your gut, making you feel loved and safe next to Jongho.

"It's a promise." He whispered.

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Please expand on your Steph AUs??? I want to know everything????? From reading just those excerpts on that one post I already love your writing and I don’t even know anything about supernatural (we’re in this together Steph, Idk who Dean Winchester either) but I WILL read a crossover fic you write about it

i would love to!!!

this will be the death of me ( crime lord au )

this one was based off of a conversation i had with a friend about the various other ways steph could’ve stopped her dad instead of becoming a vigilante. i thought it was the most interesting.

in this au, steph is a little more morally gray. well, morally gray enough to decide to become a crime lord just to make her dad look stupid. basically one of those “you’ve been trying to be a batman rogue for years and it took me three months to do better”, and then it snowballs out from there. it gets to the point where she’s no longer looking at it as a way to get back at her dad, and an actual way of living.

it’s a crack treated seriously fic, because a lot of it you need to suspend your disbelief. it also has timsteph, because i think the idea of tim dating the girl who’s criminal empire he is trying to topple is funny.

she girl bosses so hard while committing several felonies.

also because she doesn’t have to worry about her secret identity she dyes her hair purple (also to symbolize her spoiler costume in another world). by the end of the fic she will have tried every purple hair dye i can find on google.

imagine being a goon and your boss is some sixteen-year-old girl also concerned about her english essay because she may be a crime lord but she’s a crime lord with an education!!!!

i see dead people ( clairvoyant au )

this one’s more serious but i can’t write just angst to save my life so it still gets silly.

stephanie has been able to see the dead for as long as she can remember, and she’s been helping them since she’d been able to. normally it was small things, like a ghost wanting to make sure her poor Mr. Fluffy was being well taken care of, until she meets the spirit of the once-was robin.

all jason wants is his dad to stop being so violent, but steph isn’t going to walk up to big man batman and tell him Hey, you’re upsetting the spirit of ur dead Robin, stop it, so instead she decides to just take his mind off of it.

they become besties. they hang out constantly. she teaches jason everything she knows about being a ghost. best six months of her life.

until he disappears!!!!

now, the fun thing about ghosts is they’re like little spies. they see everything and they can move faster and further than humans, so they see even more.

the ghosts tell her that jason isn’t just missing, he’s alive. and he’s been taken out of the country.

now normal people might’ve ran straight to the bat, but not steph, she’s got the power of ghost spies and spite, she’s hunting her undead bff down herself. with the help of a freaky little brainiac kid (aka tim drake).

and then she accidentally discovers the league of assassins … oops

the devil knows my name ( prophet au / supernatural crossover )

in supernatural, there are prophets of the lord. they all (seem, we have met two.. well.. it gets complicated) to have different purposes in being prophet. the first one, chuck, writes the "gospel of winchester" which is just the future of the main characters lives. the second prophet, kevin, is the person who translates the word of god.

there can only be one prophet at a time, which would suck for my au, but! but! in a fun plot twist (spoiler warning) chuck actually ends up being god in disguise.

so in the version, steph is the actual prophet that chuck replaced. chuck is still there because he is important, there's just two prophets because god committed identity theft.

this means the au takes place in season four of supernatural, which (spoiler warning) has dean winchester returning from the dead/hell because the biblical apocalypse is about to go down on earth. yeah, i'm throwing batman into the actual biblical apocalypse, where angels and demons are both the bad guys trying to have a grudge match that'll level the earth.

i'm so hyped for it.

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Ninjago Fic Rec Week (2024): Day 4

Prompts: AU/Movieverse/OCs! (Catching Up! I uh skipped Day 3 oop but I've got plenty to offer for this day! Which is...also late...don't look at meeee)

Aus WITH OCs (or as I like to call this list, my own personal indulgence corner. All the AUs/Movieverse stories I've read are ones that get recc'ed a lot already + I myself have already recc'ed them at one point or another, soooo let's throw some pure spotlight onto some OC stories! Even if a lot of it is connected to me to some degree that's irrelevant):

As The Years Pass By: A fic currently in the process of being rewritten/reworked but still chock full of next-gen Dragons Rising goodness! And it stars the one, the only, Jenna and Ethan from @rainofthetwilight!!!! This fic made me fall in love with her characters and I've loved reading/seeing/drawing these two adorable kids ever since!!!!

Dad!Jay AU by @taddymason: An AU so good I'm still catching up on reading it bit by bit to savor it for longer *-*)9 All the stories in this series are worth the read alone for the accumulation of taddy's character Kaida (a girl who needs no introduction–she's that awesome guys, trust me) but also the eventual father-daughter bond with amnesiac!Jay that is gripping and engaging aaaaall the wall through!!

I Carve This Poem From the Harshest of Storms: Another I'm not caught up with YET (a running theme for this Fic Week, it seems hgfhgfdfgds i'm sorry I'm slow and have a short-attention span). It follow two fascinating peeps in The Administration following The Merge, and without giving too much away, @theartsyswissapple ‘s voices for the characters just POP and make them feel SO real and it's been intriguing to read so far so yeah others should give it a try too!!!

What it Takes for You to See Me: A Spinjitzu bros story with added FSM and Mystake goodness too!!! This is one I've just started reading myself, but you know I love some throwbacks to Wu and Garmadon's past! And the OC here, @marhan-writes-n-draws's Amka, fits into the setting like a glove!!

Honeycomb: Gotta give a shoutout to @miqotepotatoe's Lucy while I'm here too!! Some short, sweet snippets of the Ninja Team's best (and most yellow) cheerleader!! I love her dynamic with everyone, and especially Cole <3

The Space Between Us: A very deep and heart-wrenching introspective into @k1ngtok's characters Lynda and Jamie, Master(s) of Space. It's story about siblings and bonds at its core, but also be mindful of tag of you're looking to dig deeper! (it also takes place in legacyverse technically but that's neither here or there I promise)

Flowery Language Another super funny and endearing story by King following Jesse (hey it's my boy!!) and Antonia on the case to discover who's been leaving flowers in Jesse's locker (spoiler: it's not Cole lmao). It's actually a semi-sequel to this old thing *I* wrote however long ago, but thaaaat's not required reading (though it does help). If you want more of a fix for the Jesse-Antonia duo + more of Jamie, this is the story to read!

Learning to Love (Again): Yet another King fic based in legacyverse (a coincidence), this one kiiiind of takes place during Season 2/Book 3 and follows Jamie on his quest to truly show his friends (Nya, Antonia, Harumi, Jesse, and...Olivia?!) just how much he cares about them through the power of love languages over the course of a week and it is AWESOOOOOOOOME!! Soooo many touching and feel-good moments, mostly soft slice-of-life with teenagers being teenagers, and is a great pick-me up when your soul is feeling sad ;w;)/ I advocate for this one just for the warm soft friendshippy-feelings it gives me alone!!! AAAAAA—

Something About Morning Glories: Jesse (oop there he is again) takes it upon to himself to comfort Jay after the latter finds himself concerned about something following obtaining his True Potential. A duo I desperately want to write more about but can't yet, so this little bit of foundation for their relationship will have to suffice for now ;w;)/

(and if you're still clamoring for more of a certain magic pink fool, there's plenty more where that came from; perhaps there may be a Jesse-Antonia friendship origin story on deck soon, along with maybe some DR stuff~! ...listen there will never be a good chance to self-advertise like this again!! BE YOUR BIGGEST FAN!!! SELF-LOVE BABY!!!! *-*)9 )

In the Company of the Stars: A tale as old as time—a Royal!AU where the fair groundskeeper of a palace's garden (that's the OC) falls head over heels for the prince far out of his league (that's Cole)—except, the prince absolutely likes him back...albeit only as his secret, suave alter-ego. But is that really true—and, more importantly, is there bigger problems to deal with right now???? There's romance, mystery, good food, royal drama, angst, fluff, sabotage, magic, a whole bunch of flowers, Harumi causing chaos on purpose, Skylor throws Chad across a room, Jay goes on a rampage a some point, Kai can't flirt to save his life—the author just needs some fresh motivation to post the darn next chapter already because the ending's gonna be really really good ;V

[loremaster]

BOBA AU - CHAPTER 1 EXTRAS

I had actually drawn a few more things than could fit within the 30-image-per-post limit. Here are the ones that didn't make the cut, with commentary!

(tw: mild animal abuse, n*zi mention, suggestive themes)

Zilch's animal companions. I named Carmina Burana and Tortellini, Gucci and Bosch were named by my friends - though Bosch was supposed to be called Hieronymus, it just didn't fit on the nametag lol

I wanted to illustrate some examples of Zilch casually mistreating/neglecting the animals but this was as far as I got. I don't think he would be a full on animal abuser, just... the type of person who likes having a bunch of pets to show off but doesn't really think about properly caring for them. He likes the aesthetics of animals much more than the logistics.

This was gonna be the chapter cover and I forgot. Oops.

This was just practice drawing the church characters from their sprites.

Zilch: I must say, it's an unexpected pleasure to run into another kindred spirit around here. I'm Zilch~

This scene was actually cut deliberately. I drew it before I decided exactly what the Nun's issue with Zilch would be and then once I did, I felt like it didn't fit anymore. Zilch is still excited to see someone else with ears and tail like him, but in the final version, he's a lot more derisive about it.

I imagine the Nun is, like, an actual animal-human hybrid whereas Zilch is a furry with a wallet that can afford bioengineered bodymods. (One day, my friends... one day...)

Zilch being flippant and Halara being dismissive/tsundere. Couldn't really find a place to put it but I still like the drawing - even if I did accidentally give Zilch human ears.

By the way, you might notice Zilch hasn't been wearing his cap. There are two reasons. One is to show off that his ears aren't actually connected to it. If I had the time to go back and redraw the prologue with him wearing it - so Halara's "holy fuck" reaction makes more sense here - I would. (Not really worth trying to fix though, not until the rest of the story is done.)

But the other reason is that upon looking closer at Zilch's original design, I thought it was a little too evocative of Nazi imagery and wasn't really comfortable with it. It's not really the same style of hat, sure, but combined with the swastikas in his eyes??? yeah no way is that not intentional. (I redesigned his eye symbols to be catlike slit pupils instead.)

I get he (or, the hitman, I guess) is supposed to be a villain, and a minor one, in the original game... but here I'm gonna flesh him out a bit more. So I guess in that sense the removal of the hat symbolizes his growth as a character beyond his terrible awful fascist upbringing lol (more on that in the Gumshoe Gabs soon)

If I were making this an actual game it would be fun to have Yuma get a fun little added gameplay element of using Zilch's Forte like he does with Halara's. He gets some little animal friends!!!

I imagined Zilch would ask to be carried, but Halara won't do it without getting paid an exorbitant amount. And then Zilch forks over the cash on the spot. Yuma screams internally. If he had that the whole time why were they even trying to negotiate over the coat???!? Why does he still have his own debt to pay if Zilch could just cover the whole thing up front????

Halara has to pretend not to be enthusiastic about this opportunity.

Shinigami is... there, I guess.

Martina my wife driving around her little parasite of a boyfriend. Ms Electro please call me

Was originally gonna have Seth say that out loud but then I remembered he doesn't want to lose his job. (It's okay, he loses it anyway.)

(Also yes this is pre-Vivia-DLC.)

And then the mystery is solved!

Zilch feels indebted to Halara for saving him from the Nail Man, and wants to follow their example, turn it around, treat his animals better... his act of goodwill here is extremely performative, though. But, hey, everyone's gotta start somewhere!

Ultimately I cut this scene after coming up with the cat bed idea. (Was very tempted to have Halara cruelly taking the coat from the boy, but just decided to skip it instead.)

So Zilch kinda idolizes Halara now... which is fine... but then the morning after he really lets his simp flag fly.

Congrats on your furry boyfriend, I guess?????

A doodle from the margins of this comic way back when.... which finally has a place to belong! \o/

Zilch's fursona. His "zursona," if you will.

Thanks again for reading! I love everyone's comments in the tags and I'm so glad you all like my version of Zilch especially. Excited to develop him some more in future chapters >:)

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Adventures in Grian-Napping

Yakety Sax plays overhead.

Limited Life Session 3 Urban Fantasy AU not-quite-crack but definitely not serious either

Thanks to @crabbbage and @possiblyawesometmblr for the inspiration!

1.9k words

On AO3

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"Grian's in a coma!"

Scott almost dropped his coffee when Martyn came flying through the front door, grinning like a madman.

"You know when Pearl moved out," he started, carefully re-balancing his armload of coffee and paperwork. "She left her key. Because she doesn't live here anymore. Because she has somewhere else to live. Just something to consider."

Martyn just looked at him like he was stupid. "Pearl doesn't use the front door, she comes in the window. You complain about it every time." He reached for the coffee pot on the bar and Scott batted his hands away.

"It's rude." He said defensively, taking a sip of his coffee to avoid having to answer any further. Martyn didn't say anything, just watched.

"You also have somewhere else to live. Somewhere you lived before, even."

Martyn tried for the coffee pot again.

Scott dropped his bag to grab it first. "Oh my GOD! Would you stop that‽ I made it, you should know better."

Martyn slunk back a step with an overly dramatic sulk. "You let Cleo eat your food."

"Cleo is undead and therefore immune to faerie food." Scott dumped the contents of the pot down the sink. "You, however, are not. You'd think twice would be enough."

"What can I say, I'm a glutton for punishment." Martyn hopped back towards him. "Anyway, that's not what I'm here for. Grian is in a coma."

Scott left the coffee pot in the sink and gathered back up his work things before making another try for the front door. "That's so sad, I'll send a card to the hospital."

"Oh no no no," Martyn shook his head. "Not that kind of coma, he's not in the hospital. He's on Joel and Timmy's sofa." He clearly thought this meant something, looking at Scott expectantly.

Scott just rolled his eyes up at the ceiling. "When will my husband return from the war and take you back off my hands?" He paused. "And by husband I mean Ren and by war I mean his communing with the moon and the wilderness werewolf thing."

"It's a two month retreat," Martyn said immediately. "He'll be gone for three more weeks."

A deep sigh and he looked back down. "Alright, I'll bite. What is going on with Grian and why do we care?"

"Wow, that's cold. Grian is in a coma because, according to Timmy," and Martyn made the most dramatic air quotes Scott had seen in awhile. "Grian said 'Oops, just a second, the gods are trying to take me back.' And then flopped over into his breakfast."

Scott mentally filed that away in his What the Actual Fuck is Up With Grian folder. "Okay, so again, why do we care?"

"We should steal him."

Scott should have kept the rest of the coffee, risk to Martyn be damned.

"We need to hurry though, Cleo, Scar, and Bdubs are already trying for it."

Of course they are.

-

It took them nearly half an hour to get to Joel and Jimmy's place because Martyn couldn't fly and Scott refused to carry him. No matter how many times he almost got run over jaywalking. Pearl was perched in the window by the door when they got there, her wings twitching behind her occasionally to balance. Scott stopped at the threshold and exchanged a look with her that only felt a little bit awkward. (They were doing better, even if they weren't quite back to the level of friendship they'd had before the soulmates debacle.)

"What's happened so far?"

Pearl grinned. "Scar has been baby-talking him, Cleo is hovering ominously, and-"

"STOP TRYING TO TAKE OUR GRIAN!"

"-And Joel is working himself towards an aneurysm."

Scott peeked through the door that Martyn so thoughtfully left open. He couldn't quite see into the living room from there but he could see Bdubs standing in the hallway and Jimmy fluttering back and forth, wings fluffed up indignantly while he argued with someone out of sight.

Oh, he might just be distracted enough that...

"Hey, Jimmy? May I come in?"

Pearl stifled a giggle next to him, her antenna bobbing in front of her face.

"Huh, yeah? Wait, no-"

Too late.

Scott strolled across the threshold, hands shoved in his pockets and smirk firmly pasted on. Jimmy threw his hands up in the air and stomped away, further into the sitting room.

"He never learns."

"He let me and Scar in too," Bdubs confirmed as he walked up beside him, eyes twinkling with mischief. "Though I don't think he'd realized that was a bad idea yet."

Scott just hummed in amusement. Invitations at this house were good one-time only, courtesy of Lizzie and the copious amounts of wards she'd thrown at the house first when Joel and then later Jimmy moved in. And if he focused hard enough, Joel would be able to throw them out, invited or no. They'd just have to make sure he was too distracted then. 

Though Cleo and Scar and Martyn seemed to have that well in hand, circling like vampires at a seedy nightclub. Joel was standing in front of the sofa, his hands on his hips, staring Cleo down, which looked pretty comical from the height difference alone. Scar and Martyn were flanking, trying their best to get at Grian (wrapped in a blanket, sitting on the sofa, staring blankly into space) while Joel body-blocked them without breaking eye contact with Cleo, who looked more amused than anything else. Jimmy was hovering anxiously in the back.

"Awwwww, who's a widdle Gwian," Scar was cooing, practically radiating mildly malicious delight. "Lookit the widdle Gwian!" 

"Stop that!" Joel blindly flailed a hand in Scar's direction and managed to smack him across the face, more out of luck than intention. Scar wheeled backwards a bit but wasn't deterred for long, rolling right back up to the sofa, turning his chair so that it was partially shielding him.

"Does the widdle Gwian want to go for walkies?"

"NO!" That actually got Joel to look away from Cleo, clear alarm on his face. "NO HE DOES NOT!"

"Are you so sure," Martyn inched closer. "It's got to be a bit dull, just staring at the wall like that. What kind of friends would we be if we left him to suffer boredom while he does..." he waved a hand vaguely in the air. "whatever he's doing."

Jimmy's wings fluffed up further. Pearl appeared in the living room window with a bag of popcorn as if she'd always been there. 

"You're not stealing our Grian!" Joel insisted. It was a good thing there were privacy wards. Who knows what the neighbors would have done by now otherwise.

"Do you think if we threw him across your lap you'd be able to carry him out?" Cleo asked Scar directly, leaning in a bit closer to Joel in a way that would have intimidated probably anybody else, but Joel's sense of danger was skewed and he didn't even flinch.

Scar looked genuinely thoughtful, tapping one finger on his knee as he considered. "Maybe. We'd have to tuck the blanket in tightly to make sure it didn't get caught in my wheels and kept his wings folded up."

Joel looked about ready to explode and was sputtering incoherently. Jimmy was squawking like an offended chicken. Pearl absolutely had the right idea with the popcorn.  

"You could at least turn the television on for him," Scott decided to throw his two cents in. "He's already in here."

Everyone quieted for a moment and considered that.

"Mario Kart?" Pearl suggested through a mouthful of popcorn. Jimmy perked up at the suggestion and Martyn looked like it had genuinely distracted him.

"We should do that!"

-

Two hours later everyone was firmly focused on the television, controllers being passed around and insults even more so. Cleo and Martyn and Scar and Pearl were fighting their way through Bowser's Castle and Scott leaned back against the sofa, closed his eyes and took a soft, deep breath.

Jimmy was easy, Scott's magic familiar and nonthreatening to him. He slumped over almost immediately, sound asleep.

Joel was harder. He had an innate resistance to magic in general that was very annoying, and an extra buffer from Lizzie's claim, but he was fairly relaxed and unsuspecting and he wasn't that far behind Jimmy.  Scott stifled a yawn and sat back up. Sleep charms always made him sleepy too. 

None of the others except BDubs had even noticed, too focused on the game.

"If you still want to steal Grian," Scott said, right as Martyn crossed the finish line with a cheer and shouts of disgust from the others. "Now would be the time."

Bdubs hopped to his feet. "Right, c'mon, Mom!"

Cleo looked somehow both exhausted and entertained at the same time. "Don't call me mom." Regardless, they got to their feet and gave the room a quick look-around. "Right."

Without further ado, she strode over to the sofa, threw Grian, blanket burrito and all over her shoulder and looked back at the rest of them. "Are you coming or what?"

There was a mad scramble, full of giggling and loud shushing and one close call (Jimmy rolled over in his sleep and almost hit Scar with his wing) before they were all out in the hallway looking at each other.

"Where to?" Martyn poked the Grian burrito. No reaction.

Pearl looked up from her phone. "I texted BigB, he'll meet us at the corner with the car."

"We should take him to Dad," Bdubs said emphatically. 

Cleo sighed. "Fine, we'll go see Etho."

Scar and Bdubs cheered. Martyn hushed them and they cheered again, quieter this time.

"We should hurry, the sleep charm won't last much longer," Scott jumped a bit when Pearl linked her arm with his.

They were out the front door and on the sidewalk, BigB's sedan pulling into view before the jig was up.

"WHERE IS GRIAN!"

Scott exchanged glances with Pearl and Martyn and as one the three of them bolted for the corner, giggling all the way, the others hot on their tail.

The trunk popped as they got close and Cleo yanked it open and tossed Grian inside without hesitation. Scar swung himself out of his chair and leaned up against Scott, who had to scramble a bit to catch him, scooting his chair at Cleo. They folded it up in record speed and shoved it in the trunk as well, right on top of Grian, before slamming the doorclosed and immediately pulling Bdubs out of the passenger seat so they could sit there themself.

Scott somehow ended up squished in one corner of the back, with Scar in the middle, Pearl on the other side with her knees pulled up, Martyn in his lap, and Bdubs squished down in the footwell in front of Pearl. Just in time too, as Joel came dashing down the sidewalk, Jimmy on his heels and fury on his face.

"GO! GO! GO!" At least three people screamed and BigB screamed wordlessly back as he peeled away from the curb. Scott managed to twist enough in his seat he could look out the back window. Joel was red in the face and looked genuinely distressed enough that he almost felt bad. Behind Joel, Jimmy took to the air.

"Jimmy's following," he informed the car at large. "He'll watch us from the air but he won't be too hard to lose."

Martyn leaned back, his elbow making forceful contact with Scott's diaphragm as he tried to look out the window. "He forgot to glamour before he took off, didn't he."

Scott wheezed, Pearl laughed, and Scar cackled like the madman he was.

"Etho is going to hate this," Bdubs announced from the floor. 

"Only one way to find out," Cleo said cheerfully and turned on the radio. "To Etho's house!"

[killerlookz]

Hey, little late to the party, just wanted to say It Can’t Be That Easy was such a banger!  It really made it clear to me how much guilt Joost has. Like, you were telling us this whole time, especially in No Going Back, but now I really gEt it. Legit didn’t know I could read bro comforting reader about hickies he got from another girl and still be like awwww he cares about them so much🥺

Can’t stop thinking about how Joost is so sweet and caring for drunk reader while Michael is such a dick about them drinking at all. 

When he says stuff like "You deserve this. And more, just sorry I'm showing you that so late." it makes me think him and reader could be less toxic if they got back together. Idk maybe I’m crazy. It’s written that both of them contributed to their problems but that Joost seemingly did so a little bit more. Are you hinting that he’s learning? That he wants to do better? That the process of breaking up and the messy extended ensuing events of the series are all a learning process?? The process they need to learn they want to be better to each other (and that there is no one else they want to be better for 👀)???  Or am I delulu and it’s all just about guilt? 😂

Praying that Joost learns to communicate exactly what he’s actually thinking🙏

If you cant tell, I’m one of those people who always wants happy endings so perhaps just ignore me. Only you know what the vision is. I just want the best for these hoes. Maybe they can find a less toxic way to be around each other if they really can’t stay away😩😂

Also, I’m guessing Lina wasn’t so happy he took reader home😂 Is he seeing Lina and/or other people during the rest of the series too? Curious 🤔 (even if he was making out with her in the bathroom he did nOt want to meet her friends and did nOt want to leave the couch to go dance with her later so I wonder how much she is just a distraction from how crushed he is and it doesn’t last)

Man, I keep thinking even if reader’s relationship with Joost was toxic Michael is so much worse wth. The cuck chair in every hotel room was designed specifically for Michael.

This was long. No need to respond. Just needed to flail at you. Heartbeat! au has me by the throat.

P.S. If a mf talked about me like I wasn’t there like Lina did about reader on the couch there would be a physical altercation. Reader is strong.

P.S.S. ‘You peek your head from the room, then step out, feeling like a child walking to your parents bedroom to tell them you just threw up.’ Is hiLARious 😂

P.S.S.S. ‘“Not worth crying over. Wasting tears." The idea of wasting tears had never made much sense to you, what were you meant to save them for? Something important? This was important, Joost was important, your relationship was important- and you had ruined it. That was worth crying over.’      You are KILLING me dude

P.S.S.S.S. ‘You had thought things were supposed to get better after breaking off a toxic relationship, not worse.’ Is DEVASTATING WTFFFF this could be the tag line for the entire series I swear

thank you so much for your inbox this is so sweet 😭 thank you for taking the time out of your day to write all this omfg i love reading everyone’s thought so <333

yes joost is SAURRR guilty thru this whole series … like …. sooo guilty …. so so guilty … poor little guy :-( or not poor guy … maybe he shouldn’t have fucked up the first time … oops

- as for joost seeing other girls throughout the series … well this does take place in his “fuckboy” era so…… 😇

- THE CUCK CHAIR IN EVERY HOTEL ROOM WAS DESIGNED FOR MICHAEL??? im fucking dead plssss 😭

- hmmm…. altercation between lina and reader… much to think about!

anyways thank you for your kind words <333 mwa

[torchickentacos]

Is there anything you dislike about the pokemon anime?

OH BOY, ANON. Short answer: yes. Long answer, sort of no? Or, rather, nothing that I dislike outside of a petty, mildly annoyed sense OR nothing I care quite enough about to share my discourse take on. I don't have any genuine criticisms, because ultimately any I would have, I kind of signed up for by being a pokeani fan. Like, I know I'm not here for intricate plotlines or incredible character arcs. I'm mostly here for shitposting about the same four characters from 2007. I was the harley's ass blog for a while, after all. But for a more in-depth answer (mostly AG focused since I have to fact-check myself on it the least, though I'm sure I could bring stuff up for each gen)...

...Something that DOES bug me about pokeani is the concept of lost potential, or plots and ideas that lead nowhere. Like, in early early AG, May seems to be avoiding her dad and Petalburg city and then absolutely nothing is done with it. (Projection loss: character does not, in fact, have canon father issues for me to pay attention to instead of my own. Sad.) Another example? Drew being from a movie-only location, only for us to NOT SEE HIM IN THE ACTUAL MOVIE. SURE. But I've made like four posts about that by now, and I'll make another if someone asks me to. Another example??? Solidad as, like, an entire character. That deserves its own post. ily Solidad (Also Chloe- someone in the RBs, feel free to take that and go off about it!!!). Another? The People of the Water apparently being SUPER IMPORTANT TO MAY AND MAX'S HERITAGE, AND IT COMES WITH SOME DEEP INTERNAL CONNECTION TO MANAPHY/THE TEMPLE OF THE SEA but oops nope they only exist in that one movie, dw about it ever again. Brock's issues growing up with too much responsibility? You might get one or two mentions of it per generation but don't count on it actually being important to his character.

I would call this the GS Ball Problem, but at least we got some form of explanation for that one. Sigh. Good news is, here in optimist land, we can take all of this as fic/au opportunities and explore the foundation canon haphazardly laid!!! So, I wouldn't call this something I dislike about the anime per se as much as just something I don't GET, but hey, people take those gaps and do incredibly fun, interesting things with them, so I can't complain too much. Lapses in canon and a barebones foundation set the scene for fandom creativity and interpretation, which I honestly value more than anything canon would have thrown at us anyways.

And again, it's the pokemon anime. I KNOW I signed up for this, so I'm not writing a long post because I'm big mad about it, I'm writing a long post because I can't shut up and I like run-on sentences lmao.

EDIT and a reboot of pokemon chronicles would fix all of this, in this essay I will-

[mrswhozeewhatsis]

Hey :) does anyone have a lpmg spn series fic to binge that you recommend?

Could be a Sam or Dean or Cas fic I don't mind

That could happen in the world of spn but it isn't a show rewrite

Thanks <3

I'm gonna make some assumptions, and if I'm wrong, you're gonna have to send me another ask to clarify. First, I'm guessing that lmpg is a typo and is meant to be long. Second, I'm assuming you're looking for reader inserts and not ship fics. Third, I'm going to assume that you are okay with poly fics, because I hate to choose just one member of TFW, and poly fics are all the bee's erogenous zones, not just the bee's knees. Finally, I'm pretty sure you want canon-compliant fics, not AUs. If any of these assumptions are wrong, send me another ask and I'll change my answers!

Looking for canon-compliant (or at least, world-compliant) epic tales with awesome reader-insert characters who fall in bed (and sometimes in love) with various members of Team Free Will, sometimes all of them. I'll start with my own masterlist because it's what I'm most familiar with. 🤣

Cracker Jack Prize - 87k words - My first ever piece of fiction, and it shows. Not a reader insert, but it reads like one (2nd person POV). Myka gets with everyone in this one! It's very Mary Sue, and it's formatted poorly on AO3, but it has my favorite Cas smut scene I ever wrote.

Oasis - 46k words - My answer to the question, "After Cas freaks out the hooker at the den of iniquity, how would YOU get him to relax and seduce him?" No Sam lovin' in this one, but some super hot Dean, and a threesome scene! (A little dubcon in one scene.)

A Woman of Letters (Getting a Feel For Sam Winchester) - 70k words - After Oasis, I needed some Sam lovin'. And some angst, apparently.

Third Wheel - 64k words - This comes closest to a series rewrite, as it closely follows season 6. I challenged myself to write a fuck ton of fucking. Soulless Sam helped. And then Dean got involved.

Those are all of my epic TFW fics. If you also like John, I've got two more epic tales involving him. Except for one AU fic (Priest!Cas with some Sam on the side - another long fic)), everything else in my masterlist is also canon-compliant, just shorter. 🤣

I tried to search my blog for fics, but discovered that I don't have a tag for series, sadly. So, I went through my AO3 bookmarks. Here are a couple fics from other folks:

Toil and Trouble by @littlegreenplasticsoldier - 70k words - Dean x Reader - It's Cat!Dean and a psychic connection. Need I say more? So much angst and pining and silly Dean as a cat. He knows how to weaponize his ability to lick his own butt. 🤣 (Honestly, just binge-read all of Ally's stuff. It's SO WORTH IT!!)

From The Wreckage by @sp-oops - 22k words - Destiel x reader - I love all of Sp-oops's Destiel x Reader stuff, and I wish there was more of it!!! Set in episode 12x01, with flashbacks to 11x23 and Dean going off to kill Amara.

Collared by @spnexploration - 40 chapters, so it's a long one - Dean x reader - A witch turned you into a mindless slave. Dean and Sam save you.

Tattered by @stusbunker - 11 chapters - Dean x reader, Sam x reader, A/B/O - So much angst!!! Adding the A/B/O world to canon stuff just makes it all so angsty!! And smutty!

I just went looking for Not Unless Sam Says by @spectaculacularsammy and discovered that both the writer and the fic are completely gone and I'm crushed. I'm off to go cry about how the world is a much worse place because of this loss. 😭😭😭

If I think of any others, I'll come back and add them, In the meantime, maybe someone else can add some? I know I'm forgetting some that are here on Tumblr because my brain is Swiss cheese.

[thegoldfishkid13]

Revenge part 1

Iceman x female reader

Warnings:Blood, fighting, swearing, drinking, smoking, guns , violence ect

Au: Mafia

Authors note: I will be posting a list of characters I will write for soon but if people wanna send in requests I will gladly write them if I know who it is. Also thank you for all the support you have given me on other posts. This is also going to be pretty short because I'm tired and don't feel like putting this in my drafts. I also ran out of ideas oops!

Masterlist

Standing in the bathroom connected to your room you flatten the dress you are wearing again. A knock on the bathroom door startles you, you have been on edge since you got Intel that the person who killed your father is in town again. The door opens and your husband's Pete "Maverick" Mitchell and Tom "Iceman" kaczynski are standing there.

"well don't you look stunning"Maverick was the first one to speak, he was the one sending you on this mission. He knew you wanted the revenge on the person who had taken your father's life far too early.

" Thank you mav."you spoke as you pick up your makeup brush to finish doing your makeup. Needing to leave soon for the party you and slider another co-worker of yours who is also in the mafia. He was accompanying you to this dance because he was the only one who you trusted with your life besides Iceman and Maverick. Cyclone the person who had killed your father would be attending this party and he knows that Iceman and Maverick want him dead. The last time you saw him you sat next to your father's dead body laying in the middle of the street.

"slider will be here soon. Be careful I don't want anything to happen to you. "Iceman smiles and leans in to kiss your cheek. You hear the front door open and shut and slider call out to see if anyone was home or where you guys were. The dress you were wearing was black silk with a slit on the right side that goes up to your mid thigh. With a deep v-neckline.

Grabbing your clutch you give a quick kiss to Maverick and ice and head out the door with slider. The ride was silent there was nothing to talk about you had all been in the meeting about it earlier. Nick Bradshaw AKA goose would be at this event helping you spy. He worked at the same law firm that you used for a cover story. He was with you the day your father died and he wanted revenge as much as you did. Your father was like a father to him.

"you look nice today Y/n"slider finally broke the silence. You opened up the glove compartment to grab the gun and slipped it into the holster that was attached to your thigh by a garter belt. Thanking him you get out of the car and wait for goose to get there. Goose showed up with his wife Carol. His son Bradley nowhere in sight thankfully. Walking into the building this event would be held at you spot cyclone and his partner warlock. Trying to keep a safe distance so they don't notice you staring you begin to interact with the others. Something's bugging you so you had to pay phone that was a little bit away.

"hey."he spoken to the payphone.

"Y/n is that you?"

"yes. I have a bad feeling about this."

" has her been doing anything out of the ordinary?" The person on the other line asks.

" he keeps scanning the room like he's looking for somebody. He has also been slowly making his way towards where we are but we keep shifting and turning so he doesn't catch on to us. He also has part of his gang with him. I just have a really bad feeling about this." You speak into the phone.

The man on the other side didn't answer. Just a clicking sound like he hung up. You hear a gun click behind you. You realize who you had just been talking on the phone with, he knew what you were up to this would be the end of you or so you thought.

[nativestarwrites]

wip ask meme!! 📄, 📝, and 👻

Thanks for the ask!

📄 What’s a WIP you never finished that you would like to go back and revisit?

I have a WIP that I haven't touched in 18 months, but has 16k words written which I feel like I should revisit. It's affectionately titled 'coffee shop AU' even though its not really either of those things. I wanted to answer the question 'what if the Phoenix was really a think tank and none of them were secret agents'. It started out as a straight AU but I ended up flipping it and its a canon fic where all is not as it seems. It has some really nice scenes in it and thinking back over how much my writing has developed since I started it, I should really take another look at it and see if I can finish it now.

📝Share a snippet of an unposted WIP, with or without context.

Seems appropriate to share a bit from the coffee shop AU now! But the snippet got a little long… oops. So I'm gonna put it under a cut with the last question.

Mac headed out onto the decking and sure enough he didn’t have to wait long before Jack followed.

“Hey, you alright?”

“Yeah.”

“You sure? Your head’s not bothering you, is it?” Mac rolled his eyes, he’d admire Jack’s persistence if it wasn’t so… persistent.

“I’m fine. I promise.”

Jack nodded and sat on the wooden railing, looking back at the house while Mac looked out at the LA night.

“I believe you about your head, but you’re not fine. I know that much, something’s bugging you.”

Mac sighed, it was the curse and the blessing of having a friend like Jack Dalton. Jack wouldn’t stop until Mac spilled what was wrong, but if he needed more time he’d give it to him. He’d never admit it, but sometimes it felt like Jack knew him better than he knew himself.

“I’ve just been thinking.”

“About what?”

“About the choices we make, how one decision can impact our lives in ways we could never have imagined.” Mac shrugged. “Like if I’d decided to graduate from MIT instead of joining the army. Or if you’d decided not to re-up in Afghanistan.”

“I can’t imagine my life would be any better without you in it, pal.” Jack said, nudging Mac with his shoulder.

“Thanks. It might have been a little bit safer though.”

“Can’t argue with that, but where’s the fun in that?”

“Oh, so you were having fun when I was diffusing that pressure plate bomb you’d stood on?”

“Not exactly. But that wasn’t the worst mission we ever went on.”

“We don’t talk about Cairo.” Mac muttered.

“Kabul.” Jack corrected.

“What?”

“We don’t talk about Kabul.” Jack said, all lightness vanished from his voice. Mac frowned, he had said Kabul, hadn’t he? “And I don’t know why you’d bring that up. What is going on in that head of yours?”

👻Is there a scene that you find intimidating that you have yet to write?

Not a scene exactly, but I've got a WIP that deals with a long term medical condition that I'm finding a little intimidating to tackle because I want to make sure its accurate and respectful. I think I've done a good job so far, but I also want to do some more research and maybe run it past another set of eyes before I post.

[lemony-snickers]

17 & 18 🧡

hey there, my friend. thanks so much; i hope you're having a great day! <3

17. Talk to me about the minutiae of your current WIP. Tell me about the lore, the history, the detail, the things that won’t make it in the text.

ahhhhh. hm. you know. it's funny because i don't currently have a fic wip for naruto. and that's the first time i can say that in more than four years, which is wild & also very weird.

i do have a fic in another fandom i'm trying to finally wrap up and i can tell you that the Big Non-Reveal of this paranormal au is that the evil spirit which has attached itself to one of the characters was placed there by her uncle, that her entire family knew of its existence before she was given the house by her grandfather, moved in, and became possessed. the characters don't really need to know that her uncle is responsible. all that matters is that there is evil and they are going to save this girl from it, but i know (and now so do you) and it's important to me only because she was very close with her uncle and thought she could trust him but it turns out he's even more evil than the evil she's discovered in the house.

that's probably very confusing and i apologize but i don't think giving more detail about the fic matters too much, since no one has or will read it, ahaha. <3

18. Choose a passage from your writing. Tell me about the backstory of this moment. How you came up with it, how it changed from start to end.

(gonna put a read more here because the answer got long oops)

since i didn't answer the last question with anything about kakashi or naruto, i will do so for this one:

Your blades clash together—the abrasive song of metal on metal ringing out against the trees; you can feel the reverberation of it through your forearms.  You both press forward, digging your heels into the soft moss beneath your feet, leaning with all your weight.  Water leaks up from the ground into your shoes.  Your faces press close enough together that your nose touches the cool ceramic of his mask, your blades just barely biting into one another’s shoulders.

It happens when you first spill each other’s blood.

Both of you spring apart, screams tearing from your throats in unison as you clutch at your chests.  When you open your eyes, you see your opponent across from you, the front of his cloak hanging open to reveal the new, twisted scar over his breastbone.  One you know will mirror the knot of flesh over your own heart.  You can feel it through your shirt, even if you can’t see it, yet, and the implication of its appearance punctures your soul.

You look at the man in front of you with panicked eyes, pulse racing furiously against your thoughts.  “It’s you?”

i am still very enamored of the idea behind the strength of vines. this concept of soulmates that is rather ugly and painful instead of sweet or lovely. idk i think i was certainly driven to create this idea because (a) it's hard to come with new & different soulmate tropes and (b) love is fucking hard, y'all. there's nothing easy about it a;dfjsaf even if the universe somehow designated your perfect match for you, it would still take determination and strength and work. and i wanted to embody that concept the best i could.

the idea really only changed in that i expanded on the original, much smaller concept, making the scars sort of increasingly invasive as i developed the fic (which began as an original fantasy idea that i molded into a kakashi/reader because wtf else was i gonna do with it, ahaha). the scars became more gruesome, the way you got them more perilous (i don't remember when i decided oh they have to try and kill one another first! but i'm glad i did). the idea of this vine twisting itself through your body without your consent reminds me of love in lots of ways, the part of it that isn't always so romantic or rose-colored; the way it can take you over without you meaning to let it.

actually, it probably stems from the first thing i ever wrote about real actual love in my life (after my heart was broken) which was, in part:

... it crawled inside my chest, found my heart, and planted you there. it watered you, cared for you, until you grew too large for my chest and you spread. into my bones, up my spine to my brain where you took root in my thoughts and drowned out everything else until my body was no longer my own, just a vessel for you.

so i guess actually the idea of the bonded mark being a scar over your sternum makes a lot of sense; all the people we love leaves scars on our hearts. some are uglier, more twisted than others. but they're all there. and i like the idea that even if its ugly on the outside, what it represents--with enough time and care and nurturing--can be very beautiful.

i hope that makes at least a little bit of sense, ahaha. <3

weird questions for writers (because writers are weird)

[miyu-writings]

Fic Master post and Writing Plan for 2024

Hi.

As this is my writing blog it only makes sense for me to try to publicize my work. I'm not good at being hip and with the times, as compared to all the others (I'm more of the sit in a corner and play with the bunnies) but I decided that, hey, I'll just put this out here and we'll see how it goes. It's not like Fairy Tail is going to be as vibrant and a world full of potential and fun. And no, 100 Years Quest is not canon for me. I kind of stopped after Mashima's run. And from what I read about what they did to my guy, Gray then... whew, doesn't make me want to go ahead and read. Unless things have changed but given Mashima's writing... doubtful.

Anyway, I'm quite lazy but do like a good master post. It's just very pleasing to have things organized and with easy access.

So here we go. Hope you have a good time. (OK, still working on this so the links are dead atm)

Completed works

Oneshots

WiPs

Ideas that will become fics (because I can't help myself!)

oOoOo

Also...

At the beginning of yet another year, I have a lot of projects I want to work on. And WiPs to finish.

So here's a list that I hope to be able to complete by the end of the year!

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The Hobbit/Bagginshield

Accidental Marriage AU

kink meme prompts

Fairy Tail/Gratsu

Ice Cream AU 1/Wondrous Flavour + Sequel(?)

Searching

The Ice Court

Games

Mystique Voyage

Land of Dragons

Cinderella

Den of Iniquity

Baker!Gray AU

Blood-letting (although I'm wondering about it because of the ending being a bit OoC but fuck that)

Rose Red

Roommates

Moon

Like Stars Aligned

Crystal

Inter Sol et Luna

White Feathers

The Sandman/Dreamling

kink meme prompts

consort!Hob fic

This is the plan, at least.

Feel free to say something or ask about the crazy stories - love to do that.

(If you think you've seen this before, yes, I only changed the date because I didn't end up doing any of the things I had planned. Oops...)

[browneyesandhair]

Hey! It's ya girl! April Edition

I got no chill and a large obsession with a lot of things. So this year, I'm tracking it! Okay, so this year, is the year of recs! (you may have seen some of my posts, but I also have an extensive queue, so maybe not (check out the #recs on my page)). Running a little behind (it's already June, oops!)

Anyways, I've created a collection for this year overall and then also for each month! Let's check out April's stats -

Works read (&finished): 112

Fandoms (top 8):

1 - Bridgerton: 33

2 - Harry Potter: 28

3 - The Vampire Diaries: 16

4 - Young Justice: 15

5 - Les Miserables: 13

6 - Criminal Minds: 2

7 - Percy Jackson and the Olympians: 1

8- Merlin: 1

The rest didn't make the first drop down section of AO3, so oh well! Let's check in on relationships (top 8):

1 - Polin: 33

2 - Klaroline: 16

3 - Spitfire: 14

4- Enjolras/Eponine: 13

5 - Harmony: 9

6 - Hinny: 5

7 - Roy Harper/Jade Nguyen: 4

8 - Dick Grayson/Zatanna Zatara: 2

Quite a few recs that were reread/added to the list this month:

Harry Potter:

The Changeling by Annerb

Summary:

Ginny is sorted into Slytherin. It takes her seven years to figure out why.

Sequels also read: pick it up, pick it all up and start again, we can still be, who we said we were, and in my head we do everything right

Six Pomegranate Seeds by Seselt

Summary:

At the end, something happened. Hermione clutches at one fraying thread, uncertain whether she is Arachne or Persephone. What she does know is that she will keep fighting to protect her friends even if she must walk a dark path.

Sequels also read: Bouquet of Asphodels

Forever Means Forever by cocoartist

Summary:

If she ever saw Unspeakable Number 37 again she would kill him with her bare hands: Hermione's research into the Veil has an unexpected side-effect. COMPLETE.

Les Mis:

It Is Not a Word Spoken by CrazyAce_n_PokerFace

Summary:

*…I don't understand. You can't possibly be suggesting you were seriously trying to sext me.* She stares at his words and exhales slowly before typing, *And if I was…?* É/E Modern AU. The long-awaited sexting fic. Very NSFW. Dedicated to the wonderful samthenardier as a birthday gift. Title taken from the lovely poem "It Is Not a Word" by Sara Teasdale.

Merlin:

Radioman by Footloose

Summary:

The reason SAS Captain Arthur Pendragon can't keep a communications specialist in Team Excalibur because none of them are good enough. And then Lieutenant Merlin Emrys gets assigned to his squad, and Arthur does everything he can to prove that Merlin isn't good enough, either. Except he is.

Atla:

Returned for a Better Try (to Make a Better Time) by atypicalhypocrite

Summary:

The Fire Lord’s blast is sharp and thorough. Still on his knees before his father, a thirteen year old dies instantly. Another Zuko, once teacher to the avatar and a Fire Lord himself, jolts into being in his place, and deals with the consequences. Timeline preservation nothing, he’s going to be a better Fire Lord this time, and start sooner.

Star Trek:

Ten Degrees Below Zero by kianspo

Summary:

After a serious incident aboard a starship, Commander Spock is demoted and transferred to a remote base where he must now serve with other "undesirables." He adjusts to his new rank and duties, and, while the future does look bleak, he is not ready to give up on himself or Starfleet yet. There is work to be done and hope to be found, especially as he begins to get to know his new colleagues, particularly one intriguing engineering officer James Kirk...

The Vampire Diaries:

At Horizon's Edge by Cupcakemolotov

Summary:

Sometimes when a girl goes on a shopping trip to pick up a new pair of boots at the local, and somewhat hostile, human space station, she accidentally aids and abets a prison break instead. What happens in the black really doesn't stay in the black.

The Umbrella Academy:

broken still you breathe (breathe, breathe, just breathe) by Eternal_Peace_is_Overrated

Summary:

“He’s not coming,” Luther says impatiently. “Let's just get this over with.” “Who’s not coming?” The voice sounds behind them suddenly, and all of them startle and whip around in synchronization. “Klaus,” Luther hears himself say distantly. “You’re…here.” Four tilts his head, bringing his hand to his lips and inhaling deeply around the cigarette dangling between his fingers. When he exhales, the smoke curls around his head like a halo before drifting into the air. “Yeah, well, I would’ve gotten here sooner,” Four says around the cigarette. “But I just really didn’t want to.” *** Number Four shows up to the funeral three hours late with an iced latte in one hand and a cigarette dangling from the other. Or; Klaus fled the Academy the day they turned eighteen. He never looked back. Ten years later, their father dies. Number Four returns. And none of them quite know what to do with this new version of their black sheep brother. AKA: Klaus single-handedly stops the apocalypse. It really wasn't that hard, so if everyone could stop looking at him like that, that would be great, thanks.

Bridgerton:

Plenty Far To Fall by useyourtelescope

Summary:

When financial troubles mean third-son Colin Bridgerton must cease his yearly travels and find employment instead, he has difficulty finding something suitable. Until he learns of a unique position being offered by the notorious gossip columnist Lady Whistledown.

Alright, that's all folks (mostly), for fun, here are the top 8 additional tags from the stories that I read in April:

AU - Modern Setting: 24

AU: 16

Smut: 14

Fluff: 10

Friends to Lovers: 10

AU - Canon Divergence: 9

Angst: 8

Explicit Sexual Content: 7

And, that's all folks (for real this time)!