#also the fic is dropping in a couple mins ;)

[sunsetsandsunshine]

HOLY SHIT.

I THOUGHT OF SOMETHING- so I’m almost done editing my fic and y’know that app April was going to download on her phone and Donnie popped up saying “Donnie said no, no, no~!”

LIKE IMAGINE HES WRECKING ONE OF HIS SIBS AND HE TELLS THEM NOT TO SQUIRM WHILE HES TARGETING THEYRE DEATH SPOT SO HE HOLDS THEM IN PLACE SAYING “Donnie said no, no, no~!” SO THEY DONT SQURIM!!!

[venuscrashed]

Basically salt against the demon bros

Word count: 500 something

Warnings: Shit fic, Bad like REALLY bad writing, not proof read, just wanted to get something out

“Do you think it’ll work?” Mammon looked at you as you both stood in the kitchen. Salt in your hand, his hands on his hips.

“It has to,” you both looked down. It was normal, human salt that you stole from Solomon. Recently the brothers were shown a couple of horror movies and they used salt against the demons. It also didn’t help that a lot of ghost hunting games used the same technique. Mammon had the bright idea to try it and it was encouraged by Satan and Belphie for a joke against Lucifer.

Just as you were about to pour some salt lightning cracked and the whole room turned dark for a second. When the lights came on Lucifer stood next to the both of you. Arms crossed and eyes narrowed, sweat drops went down both of your faces before looking at him.

“H-hey Lucifer! How’s my favorite older bro?” Mammon took the salt and hid it behind his back. A bright smile on his face with shaking hands. It was plainly obvious that he was hiding something but he still thought he got away with it.

Lucifer’s menacing aura towered over the both of you. An eerie smile on face with closed eyes. Hand over his chest in his usual stance with a polite but bossy tone. Purple flames behind his back, “what are you hiding?”

“Nothing!” You both said in unison. You internally cringed at yourself for what you said but eventually you become alike after spending so much time together. Which only causing Lucifer to furrow his eyebrows with his finger. He looked at both of you. Eyeing the way Mammon's shoulders were shaking and how you avoided eye contact. With a sigh he placed out his open hand, motioning for the object.

Without a second thought you swiped the salt from Mammon's hands, he let out a gasp. You shoved the salt into Lucifer’s face but took it away before he could grab it. “It’s just salt. We were just going to see if it worked against you.”

“Yeah!” Mammon shouted but turned to look at you. Eyes wide and mouth open from the immediate betrayal. “Huh?”

“It probably won’t even do anything,” you said. Pouring the salt at Mammon's feet, creating a line. He tried to walk over it but found his foot wouldn’t move. Like it was trying to go through a wall. “Oh…Would you look at that!”

“Now wait a min-“ just as Lucifer started walking you poured salt at his feet again. Both brothers being stuck and unable to cross the barrier.

You just started laughing loudly. Looking at the salt with stars in your eyes. “This is the best thing in my life! I’m pouring it in front of my room!!”

From outside the kitchen the rest of the brothers started yelling. Arguing about it with Mammon yelling. Lucifer just stood there with his mouth open as he watched you run back to your room. Salt high above your head like a new god and happiness found.

[redrose10]

Here is Chapter 17! There’s going to be one more little chapter that I’ll post in a day or two that is pretty much just pure fluff. But chapter 17 basically closes out this story. Thank you to everyone that has read and stuck with me through this. I know the story got a little all over the place at times, but this is the first multi chapter fic I’ve ever written and I never planned for it to go this far to be honest. I appreciate all of the comments and messages as always!

I posted a teaser for a new story that I’ll start releasing in about a week or so and I might also have this idea for a little Drabble series type thing about a relationship between Yoongi and his co-worker (Y/N) and how their relationship blossoms while he’s fulfilling his military requirements through his civil service assignment.

Yoongi X Female Reader. CEO/Arranged Marriage AU

Summary: You were selected to marry the wayward CEO/Billionaire/Heir, Min Yoongi. You went into it with an open mind and heart determined to try and make it work. Yoongi on the other hand had no intention of ever letting you in let alone allowing himself to fall in love with you. Slowly you start to associate the smell of cinnamon and vanilla with the feelings of hurt and sorrow.

Word count: 2,496

Warnings: (May get updated as chapters progress): Arranged marriage, cheating/infidelity, hints of smut (Probably won’t get very explicit but we’ll see how it goes), Sexual Assault, Brief mentions of death, Reader grew up an orphan, General Angst, Swearing

Tag list: @gimeow @kam9404 @viankiss @baechugff @gaby-93 @kayleefriedchicken @igot7fairlyoddparents @jalexad @drrookie

Your eyes kept switching between Yoongi, Mia, and Suri. Jin already looked like he’d rather be anywhere else besides sitting at this table right now. Yoongi hadn’t taken his eyes off of Mia and you weren’t sure who was enjoying it more, her or Suri. Finally after what seemed like hours Yoongi walked forward taking a seat across from Mia and you followed close behind taking a seat next to him.

Mia reached across to grab his hand and to your surprise he let her. A small blush crept across his cheeks. “Yoongles how have you been? You’re looking really good.”, she spoke making you roll your eyes at the nickname.

Your attention was pulled elsewhere when Suri suddenly called your name, “Y/N, I doubt Yoongi ever told you, but him and Mia were engaged. Unfortunately it didn’t work out. They make such a cute couple though, don’t you think?” You glared at Suri while you tried to figure out her game. She wants Yoongi so bad, but here she is gloating about what a great couple Mia and him were.

“Yoongles we should get together sometime. You know maybe get dinner or something. Then we can go back to your place and I can do that thing for you that I know you like.”, she said with a smirk running her fingers up and down his hand. Yoongi still hadn’t said anything since the two of you walked in the door. You’re not sure what came over you, but you reached over ripping his hand out of her reach and pulling it down onto your lap, “No thank you. He has a WIFE who’s more than willing to do anything and everything that he likes and more so he doesn’t need some cheating, selfish, gold digger like yourself in his life.” Everyone at the table looked at you with wide eyes and jaws dropped surprised by your little outburst. For the first time Yoongi acknowledged you by giving your hand a little squeeze.

Mia chuckled, “Oh Y/N, he really brainwashed you didn’t he? Do you think he actually cares about you let alone loves you? I heard all about it from Suri. I’m not surprised really. I mean he’s a successful, handsome, wealthy businessman and you are a poor orphan girl who will never be anything other than that. You were nothing more than a good deal to him and his family. A way to boost his image and in turn make him more money. He told me that himself.” You gasped looking to Yoongi for any sign that she was lying. When his expression didn’t change you shoved his hand out of your lap with force. Mia faked a shocked expression, “You mean you didn’t tell her Yoongi? You didn’t tell her about our little meet up a few weeks ago where you told me all about how much you couldn’t stand her and how you regretted this whole marriage?” The entire time this conversation had been taking place Suri has been off to the side reveling in watching it all. She knew bringing Mia back into the mix would be the final nail in the coffin that she needed to get you out of their life. Yoongi could never resist his first love.

You could feel the tears begin to form. You didn’t want to cry and show weakness in front of these people, but it seemed like your brain wasn’t going to cooperate. Abruptly standing up you tried to walk off towards the exit, but Yoongi grabbed your wrist begging you to stop, “Y/N please let me explain. It’s not what you think.”

The sound of the slap was probably heard through the entire building. Yoongi winced placing a hand on his reddened cheek. “Don’t ever fucking touch me again Yoongi.”, you whispered before trying to run off only to stop and turn to Suri instead realizing you had some unfinished business.

You wanted to get in her face, but decided to keep your distance reminding yourself that she was pregnant.

“Are you happy now Suri? Is this what you wanted? Look how many lives you’ve ruined and for what? You think you’re so smart and powerful, but in reality you’re an idiot who abuses others for your own personal benefit. You’ll get what’s coming to you one day.”

She stood there smiling at you for a few moments before finally speaking, “Y/N, I told you that I always get what I want and I meant it. I don’t care who or what I have to destroy to do it. I’ve had Yoongi wrapped around my finger for years and I wasn’t going to allow you to take that from me.”

“You’ve blackmailed him for years.”, you cut her off with the correction.

“So fucking what? I blackmailed him. I’ve blackmailed a lot of people. I’ve blackmailed Yoongi, Namjoon, my own brother, and countless other people and I don’t give a fuck. They all deserved it. That’s how I get shit done. Unlike you I won’t stop until I achieve my goal. I don’t just back down and let others walk all over me.”

She was somewhat out of breath after her rant was over with. You were about to respond when a very loud knock at the door stopped you.

“Good grief, it’s about time.”, Jin mumbled as he got up to let them in. Within seconds two detectives came walking over followed by two more police officers handcuffs already out.

One of the officers walked forward towards Suri, “Suri Cho, you are under arrest for the extortion of Yoongi Min, Namjoon Kim, and Han Cho. You are also being charged with making threats against Y/N Min and Mia Park. We don’t want to have to put you in handcuffs in your current condition so please come with us peacefully.”

“W-What? No absolutely not! I haven’t done anything wrong.”, she said backing herself against the wall.

“Miss Cho, please come with us.”, the officer said inching closer.

“I have not done anything wrong. You have no proof of any of these charges you are putting against me.”

From the corner of the room Jin cleared his throat. “Actually, here are transcripts of texts, voicemails, and emails between Suri and Namjoon as well as the paternity test confirming the identity of her unborn child. Here is the recording that we ourselves obtained of her confessing to blackmailing Yoongi for years.”, he said handing over everything that he had pulled out of his bag. “You guys also have the live feed that you just obtained with the help of Mia.”, Jin reminded them while zipping up his bag before throwing Suri a smug look.

“What?!”, she shouted looking over at the woman still sitting across from you.

“Did you have something to do with this? I asked you for help! How could you betray me like this?”, Suri shouted.

Mia walked over to one of the detectives and gave his cheek a kiss before turning her attention back to Suri with a smirk. She opened up her blouse slightly to reveal a microphone, “Maybe next time you want help breaking the law don’t contact and threaten someone who happens to be married to one of the top detectives in the country.”

Suri looked stunned.

“Miss Cho, it’s time to come with us.”, one of the officers repeated. Suri looked at all of you with tears of anger in her eyes before following after the officers. You felt a sudden sense of relief watching her walk out of your home.

“Well that was eventful. Thank you everyone for your hard work in orchestrating this. I didn’t realize I was surrounded by so many actors. Yoongi and Y/N I’ll be in contact as you will have to be summoned for questioning. Mia, weird seeing you again. Don’t cheat on your husband, he seems nice. Stay classy as always.”, Jin spoke before grabbing his belongings and also heading out the door.

Yoongi walked over to you wrapping an arm around your waist as you both looked over at Mia hoping she’d get the hint. Awkwardly she shuffled her feet while rubbing her arm.

“So I’m glad everything worked out. I was really worried she’d loose it. I had been ignoring her for a while thinking she’d eventually give up on this whole crazy idea, but when she came to me saying she was pregnant and that she was going to claim it wasn’t consensual I knew I had to reach out to you guys. I think she realized everything was starting to fall apart and she was getting desperate and even more delusional.”

“Uh yeah that’s why we decided to get the police involved. Originally we didn’t want to, but the longer this went on and the crazier she got we knew that simply just threatening her wouldn’t do anything.”, Yoongi responded.

“I just feel bad for the baby. That’s the only reason I didn’t want her to get arrested like this.”, you sighed.

Mia smiled, “Don’t worry. I’m sure they’ll work something out for her. Maybe house arrest or something. I’ll have my husband talk to the prosecutor.”

The air was filled with awkward silence until Mia finally started putting on her coat and heading to the door with you and Yoongi following behind to see her out.

“Maybe we could hang out some time. Go on a double date or something now that we’ve grown up and moved past what happened between us.”, she chuckled looking at Yoongi. You had a hard time reading his expression, but it looked like you could still detect a hint of admiration in his eyes as he looked at his past love. Your heart filled with sadness or maybe jealousy, you weren’t really sure.

“Listen Mia, I really appreciate everything you’ve done for us with this Suri situation and I really do thank you. But having you in my life isn’t good for me any more. I’ve spent years hating you and hating myself because of what you did to me. I tried my hardest to make Y/N hate me because I didn’t think I could ever love someone again the way I loved you. I have learned to forgive you though and I’ve finally gotten to a point where I feel that it’s okay to let go of that part of my life and move on while looking forward to the future with Y/N. So we are going to politely decline the invite and while I wish you nothing but happiness for the rest of your life, respectfully please get out of my house and I hope we never have to see each other again.”

You looked on with a shocked expression waiting for her to blow up, but instead she smiled and nodded, “I understand. Glad I could help with this though. Best of luck to you both.”

After the door closed behind her you and Yoongi walked into the kitchen so he could grab a drink. He still seemed a little shaken up. While he was sipping on his water you walked up behind and wrapped your arms around his waist.

“I love you.”, you mumbled into his back.

He chuckled before turning around to face you, “I love you too Y/N.” He leaned in to give you a kiss and you reciprocated the action. He winced a little before lightly rubbing his cheek, “I know I agreed to the slap to make it more believable, but I really didn’t think you were going to hit me as hard as you could like that.”

“I know I’m sorry. I got a little carried away, but I’ve been wanting to do that for a while. Plus Mia got me a little more heated than I thought she would when she was saying all that stuff.”, you giggled.

“Yeah something tells me that she wasn’t completely acting.”

You smiled, “Yeah well something tells me I wasn’t completely acting when I called her a selfish, cheating, gold digger either.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck to bring him closer and get a better look at his cheek, “Come here, I’ll kiss it better.”,

He smirked, “Well if that’s the case I have a few other places that are a little sore too.”

Rolling your eyes you grabbed his hand and pulled him down towards the bedroom.

After he was sat down on the bed you straddled his lap and began placing kisses along his jaw and neck, but you quickly noticed he seemed distracted. Pulling away you followed his line of sight and saw that he was staring at his dresser.

“Everything okay?”, you asked getting off of him and taking a seat on the bed instead.

He shook his head before walking over to the dresser grabbing a familiar red bottle. He popped off the top and the room immediately filled with the very familiar scent of cinnamon and vanilla. Something that you had grown to despise. A scent that at one point would make you feel sick to your stomach. Until one day it didn’t and instead it started to smell like the comfort it was advertised as.

Yoongi stared down at the bottle in his hands before he laughed, “Mia first bought me this cologne as a gift for Christmas many years ago. I was never a huge fan of it, but she would always go on and on about how much she loved it. I continued to buy it just to make her happy. Then even after we broke up I still bought it because I didn’t want to let that part of me go. I guess I thought if I kept using this cologne I could trick myself into thinking it never happened and keep that part of my life with me forever.”

He paused for a moment before scoffing to himself, “Looking back that was pretty stupid. The cologne had nothing to do with it and I was just using it to cover up my true emotions that I didn’t want to face.”

You walked over resting your head on his shoulder and began rubbing his back, “It’s not stupid Yoongi. You did what you had to do to cope. You can keep it or you can throw it away and we’ll get you something different. It’s up to you.”

He stared into your eyes before nodding and walking into the bathroom and not long after you heard a loud clank from the glass hitting the bottom of the trash can. A few seconds later he emerged with a gummy smile looking like he felt lighter and happier than he had in a while.

He walked over and placed his hands on your hips before turning you around and falling back onto the bed pulling you on top of him,

“Now Mrs. Min, where were we?”

[lostdrarryfics]

lostdrarryfics monthly roundup! February 2024

Below you will find the requests we could not locate in the month of February. Please let us know if you recognize any!

You can also browse our lengthy lost fic masterlist, where we have compiled every request we have been unable to find over the past few years. We're always hoping someone will recognize a fic so we can let the asker know what it was!

1. looking for a fic that came out maybe between 2003-2009 on fanfiction.net. In it, Sirius and Remus are alive and dating, and they are Harry’s gay godfathers. They might give Harry a makeover. Harry and Draco fall in love, and I think that they’re still at school. Lucius and Voldemort are dating at Malfoy Manor and one of them has a thing for purses. Lucius swishes his hair a lot.

2. fic on ao3. It was a pre war drarry. Draco-centric where he befriended harry. I think it was time travel fix it, but im not very sure. Lucius and draco are arguing about Draco’s behavior and lucius smacks draco in the face. his ring cuts dracos cheek and he bleeds. Both him, narcissa, and draco are shocked over this since its not like lucius to hit draco. Narcissa yells at lucius and then tries to talk with draco in his room. Im pretty sure draco ran off to 12 grimmauld place after that and sirius and harry where there when he arrived. I think he arrives at hogwarts train with a bandage in his face. pretty sure draco was the one to get sirius out of Azkaban early

Found! 3. I read this fic a pretty long time ago, at least 5 years and I've been looking everywhere for it but can't find it. I think it was on ao3, eighth year, where Harry gets turned into a kid (around 7years maybe? Definitely under 10) and McGonagle makes Draco take care of him. Harry has big scars on his back from the Dursleys and they cause him to have seizures (? Or something like spasms maybe that are painful) fic is not The Dragon and The Golden Baby by jolly_love

Found! 4. looking for a fic I read in the past couple months on Ao3 where Harry has a menial job at Gringotts as a form of repayment. He knows his goblin co-workers pretty well but he’s not allowed to do any important work. He and Draco are tasked with opening a box that hold’s a witch’s will and the key turns out be a pendant his goblin boss is wearing and it’s revealed that he and the witch had a relationship. It was not part of a larger series and it was probably under 15k words. fic is not Reparations by Lomonaaeren

5. it’s years post war and Harry has been an auror abroad. I think maybe France? But he comes back for a case and is surprised to be working with Draco. Then he learns Draco is friends with all his friends, especially Luna and Neville. There’s a scene where Luna asks him to model for her cuz her model dropped out last min and Harry loses his mind over the photo the next day.

6. slowburn drarry fic! unfortunately all I remember is that Draco had been sorted into a house other than Slytherin, and Hermione often helped him with his anxiety being around crowds

7. Draco asked harry what would happen if the aurors come to take him to Azkaban for the use of his wand, and Harry answers that he would kill them all and them do it with Draco right there, I know that harry was morally grey but not dark harry

Found! 8. It’s an eventual Tom/Draco/Harry story. Good dark side. Harry ends up kidnapped/captive and they realise he is abused and start taking care of him. He is kept in a hotel in France I think. Dumbledore gets him back and uses a ritual to turn him into a puppet. Ginny and hermione support this. Ron eventually regrets and helps Draco let the Death Eaters into Hogwarts. They reverse the ritual on Harry. Dark side wins.

Found! 9. I don’t know which year, but it’s one of the fanfictions where Harry is the Heir to like 8 different families, and Narcissa teaches him etiquette. The thing that is stuck in my head is that he uses a special knot for his tie, which represents all the families. I think he was actually introduced to the Wizengamot and voting on stuff, but I might mix that up with other similar fanfictions. fic is not Birth of the Serpent King by Keira Marcos

10. post-war fic I read on Ao3 probably in 2021 or 2022. All I remember is that Harry accidentally travels through time and wants to again (for Draco obvs) but Hermione says even his small trip caused big changes and now there's this thing called Brexit.

[days-until-burnout]

As the person who sent the politician req, do whatever mood u like lol. Im just here for ur writing :)

oh no, yeah, i know. i was just saying that because i thought it was funny. just one of those things. anyhow, unrelated fic upon ye _____

Day 36 (b) -

Characters - Impulse/Grian Words - 368 Time - 15 mins Content - Modern AU

“Do you want to hold hands? Is that… Is that something I can offer?”

Grian blinked, then chuckled. The nerves seemed to almost vanish at that, his shoulder relaxing all of the sudden. He shook his head, pursed lips easing into a grin. He took a deep breath then breathed out, shaking his head again as they moved up. Small steps, but moving. 

“No, you– No, thank you, Impulse. I’m good.”

Impulse was not convinced, looking ahead and back to him. Grian watched his shoulders raise then lower with a deep exhale, eyes going wide when Impulse held his hand between them. He blinked at it a couple times then laughed, lightly swatting his hand away but it didn’t move. 

“I’m serious, Grian. We can hold hands.” Impulse said, so firmly Grian nearly tripped over himself to grab his hand. Mentally, of course. In reality, his body completely froze, only moving forward when Impulse pulled him along, only to extend his hand again after. There was a curve in his lips, small and almost timid, a very soft blush that was near invisible in the low lights. Impulse had always been a good looking man, now more than ever. “I think it will be good. For you and for me. Who knows, maybe I’m also scared.”

Hesitantly, slowly, Grian dropped his hand on top of his, palm on palm. It was electric when Impulse wrapped his fingers around his, and it was heartstopping when their hands dropped between them, walking shoulder to shoulder, hand in hand. Everything was warm, not unbearably so, but comfortably so against the chill of the night. Under the lamps and the hanging lights, under the thousand stars watching the spectacle that were hundreds of people moving about, from place to place, laughing and sharing time together. 

Time seemed to fly by, because one second they were laughing at the entry prize and the next they were up high in the ferris wheel, looking out the windows like stars. Watching everyone under them. Their hands still together like puzzle pieces, fitting just fine. Impulse leans over, lips pressing against his cheek lightly, and Grian smiles at him as the happiest man atop the world. 

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today is a grian day. lovely

[laeliana]

Artemis Fowl Tag

Stolen from @tengirl, since the blog appears to be deleted I cannot repost it directly, so I copied and pasted it:

so, i made an artemis fowl tag forever ago on my old blog & thought i’d made a new & improved version! feel free to tag some peeps who might want to do this too, if ya want. without further ado, the artemis fowl tag 2.0!

1) who’s your favorite character & why?

2) what’s one of your favorite scenes in the books?

3) if you could be any species of fairy, which one would you be?

4) do you read af fic? if so, drop one of your favorites!

5) give your ranking of the books from best to worst!

6) if you could say anything to any of the characters, what would it be?

7) if your comfortable w it, share one of your favorite headcanons about the series <3

8) what’s one thing that you would change about the series?

9) if we’re not counting book one artemis, who’s your favorite villain & why?

10) how did you get into the series/when did you first read it?

1) Artemis and Minerva. I mean, everybody loves Artemis and we all know why, so I'm gonna spend a couple of words on Min. I find amazing the idea of another genius who is a foil of what Artemis could've been was he born in a more normal family. I think most of the problems Artemis has stem from his family, so having Minerva could've helped him realize he could still be a genius, but different, less reliant on his mother and his father. Sad thing she disappeared (Fowl Twins does not exist).

2) I think Butler and the troll. One of the best fight scenes I've ever read, period.

3) But I don't want to, I like being human ç ç

4) Hell yes. altus, alti by @pokegeek151, Artemis Experiments Weird by @eldewinddolly, Different by Opal Roseblossom, All in an Instant and Before by NovaWasTaken, The Face I Wear by @piscespixiewastaken, The Truth About Santa by ArtysSexKitten

5) Artemis Fowl - The Opal Deception - The Lost Colony - The Arctic Incident - The Atlantis Complex - The Eternity Code - The Time Paradox - The Last Guardian

6)

to Artemis: by the love of God GO GET MINERVA, SHE'S THE ONE (everything else I would like Artemis to do will cascade down from that)

to Holly: stop thinking Artemis is something different from what he is. You're only gonna hurt yourself.

To Butler: I'd like to say him "Relax, your charge will do fine", but it'd be a lie :D

To Foaly: get down your pedestal and realize there are others that are just as smart or smarter than you. It's a lot less hurtful than realize it after they've tricked you

To Angeline and Artemis Sr: you owe everything to your son, so leave him be. He'll be himself his own way, not everyone else

To Minerva: go slap some sense into Artemis. You're prolly the only one smart enough to do that.

To the People as whole: you're no better than Mud Men, deal with it.

7) easy: Artemis and Minerva stood in close contact (be them friends or lovers, it doesn't matter), because there's no way Artemis finds the only one person that could stand toe to toe with him in a scientific debate and then forgets about her. It would be like for us to discover for the first time that fandoms exists and that there are other people that share our interests.

8) As you could very well understand at this point, more Minerva (I'm working on that). But also Artemis moving away from his family and Holly staying well away from the LEP. Also I'd rewrite the entire interactions of TAC because come on, that's not how you deal with someone with mental illness. Also I generally think that latter books suffer from too many villains, and one of them per book (Minerva, Young Artemis, the Complex) would be more than enough and would have its time to shine. Also, enough of Opal.

9) Again, Minerva (don't know if t counts, and I've already annoyed you more than enough with her) and baby Artemis from TTP, I think the juxtaposition between him and his older self is one thing I really like from TTP. ANother thing I'd change is dump the entire Extinctionist and Opal subplots, and let yong Artemis be the only villain of TTP. He desperate for the money to save his father, and his older self desperate for the lemur to save his mother. Let them clash.

10) Who even remembers lol? It must've been more than twenty years ago

[athena-writes-i-guess]

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Prompt: “It may not be much but…”

A/N: Happy Valentine’s Day! I hope you’re having a great day and maybe this little fic will put a smile on your face ❤️ I love you! Will you be my Valentine? (Please ignore my first ever attempt at a collage I made in 5 min)

“Sorry buddy, we’re all out. It’s 5pm on Valentine’s Day after all.” The florist said through the receiver.

Eddie felt his heart drop, “Okay, yeah, thank you so much for checking.” He responded before hanging up the phone. He rubbed his face and eyes anxiously as he groaned loudly, trying to wrack his brain for anything that he could do to save the night.

Tonight was Valentine’s Day, your first one as a couple after almost a year of being together and Eddie had planned so much for you; he got you your favorite candy from Indianapolis, driving there and back while you were out with your friends one night. He got you flowers from the local florist, pretty red roses, and a giant stuffed bear that took up the entire bench seat in the back of his van, all of which he was going to give you on your way to Enzo’s for a nice dinner. He had saved up his money for weeks, making as many extra sales as he could so he could make this a special night for you. But everything that could go wrong did.

He had gone to the grocery store to get a few last minute things for the two of you for later tonight and had decided that since he would only be in there for a few minutes, it would be no issue to park in a no parking zone as it was close to the door. He would be quick! He just hadn’t anticipated there would be so many people there today also getting last minute items for the night and by the time he finally got out of the store he froze just outside of the door as he watched his van, with every gift he had gotten for you in it, be towed away.

He quickly ran to the nearest pay phone and called the trailer in hopes that Wayne would be there. Lucky enough, he was, answering just before the last ring with a little, “Hello, Munson residence.” Eddie had explained everything to him, ending with Wayne agreeing to come pick him up and get him to the tow company to get his van back. But that’s where the luck ran out as Eddie could not remember which company it was, and by the time they made it to the right one and could see his baby trapped behind the gate, the shop was closed for the rest of the night. Now Eddie had no ride, no gifts, and no idea how he would explain everything to you.

“Fuck!” Eddie groaned loudly, looking at the clock and seeing that now on top of everything he was going to be late for your dinner too.

“Hey, boy, calm down now.” Wayne soothed, placing a comforting hand on Eddie’s shoulder. “It’s gonna be alright, you know Y/N wont care if you show up with nothin’ but a smile.”

“But I wanted it to be special.” Eddie sighed, his brown eyes sad as he looked to his uncle.

“And it will be, because you two are together.” Wayne said, a small smile pulling at the corner of his lips. “You could always do what I did when I couldn’t afford flowers.” Eddie’s head tilted curiously. “Well, I couldn’t afford all those fancy real flowers and they died anyway, what’s the point? So I just went to the general store and got some of those fake silk flowers. They look nice and they never die.”

Eddie thought on that for a moment, before a small smile broke on his face, “Can I borrow your car?”

“Go on boy.” Wayne said, patting Eddie encouragingly.

“Thanks Uncle Wayne.” Eddie sighed in relief.

~

You adjusted your sweater as you checked your outfit in the mirror for the 3rd time that night, nervous excitement coursing through you as you waited for your boyfriend to arrive. You beamed as you heard a knock on the door to your apartment and scurried to the living room to yank open the door. Eddie stood there with his arm tucked behind his back looking a little disheveled, as a large, adoring, smile brightened his face. “Hey sweetheart, you look so beautiful.”

“Thank you, handsome.” You flushed, welcoming him in. He walked in after you, his arm still behind him as he kept whatever he was hiding out of your sight.

“I wanted to start by saying that I had so much planned for tonight but the universe decided to fuck me over today.” He chuckled with a disbelieving shake of his head at everything that went wrong. “I‘ll explain more later, but even though I don’t have everything that I wanted to give you today, I do have these.” He said, pulling out a bouquet of multicolored silk roses in your favorite colors. “It may not be much right now, sweetheart, but I wanted you to know that I will love you until these die.” He smiled, a small blush coloring his cheeks as he watched a love-sick smile pull at your lips.

“I love them so much Eddie!” You gasped out as you took the bouquet, “Thank you so much pretty boy!” You exclaimed as you threw your arms around his neck and pulled him into you. “You know you didn’t have to get me anything Eds!”

“I know, I wanted to baby. Happy Valentine’s Day sweetness.” Eddie beamed, nudging your nose playfully with his.

“Happy Valentine’s Day Eddie.” You giggled back just as Eddie quickly captured your lips in a searing kiss.

Taglist: @srapalestina @yvonneeeee @aroseinvelaris @anaisweird @mrslovesmayahawke @harrys-tittie @becca-alexa @catacina

[chryblossomjjk]

bts fic recommendations | 01.10.23

→ hi friends! this is a little segment i do every tuesday (reviewsday get it, aren't i funny, pls tell me how funny i am) where i read and review two-three fics. as a content creator, i know how big of a role other creators play in your growth, therefore, i want to do my part in making sure everyone gets the recognition they deserve! so with that being said, please check out the amazing fics listed below. make sure to like, reblog, and leave feedback! ♡ #reviewsday #kikirecs

pina coladas (pt 1 + pt 2) - @han-nah-banana (jjk x reader | established relationship, smut, angst, fluff)

ok so um... the attention to detail is off the charts! like when the little things you mention about jungkook and oc, like them eating healthy foods, only having sex in the missionary position, etc. tells us so much about them and the status of their relationship. like you showed us that they were stuck in a boring, mundane relationship through little hints and i really love that. ALSO POV SHIFT IN PART ONE WAS SO GOOD! like the way their thoughts mirrored one another was such good storytelling ugh!!! also think you picked a great setting for this type of story, the 80s. it makes everything feel so real, like the sexual repression oof! so glad they got to bang it out in the sexiest way in pt 2! really really good for your first fanfic like WOW! loved it!

i can do better - @here4btsfics (pjm x reader | fwb, smut)

summary: your boyfriend of two years just dumped you and you’re angry and sad. so get hammered with your coworker at his place and eat bad food and watch trash tv which leads to some interesting conversations.

bro all you did is enforce my delusions that irl men cannot compete bc they are not park jimin. men should apologize for not being park jimin at this point. even kim taehyung... anywho lmao. DUDE and then oc listing all the things perfect about jimin. she is just like me fr!!! also like this is kind of how i picture jimin in real life ngl. THAT MAN IS A COCKY CONFIDENT DOM I WILL ARGUE THIS SHIT UNTIL IM BLUE IN THE FACE GTFO! and miss oc... no strings attached girl??? A WHOLE BLUFF. honestly, this entire fic is one of my daydreams when im in a lecture and i fucking loved every second of it bby! so so good. so glad you decided to start writing again, extremely proud of you.

darksided - @eoieopda (myg x reader | established relationship, smut)

summary: min yoongi adored you. he'd simply never hurt you.

i saw someone post about smut where the characters are so grossly in love is their fav genre. this is exactly that. this fic encompasses everything i love in fanfic. i felt like a fly on the wall, being dropped into the middle of the situation where i figure out who the characters are through their actions, words, etc. you do that so perfectly here. like the way i know everything i need to know about min yoongi through the FUCKING setting?? naur this is s tier writing right here. also there's just something you do with words thats v magical. can't put my finger on exactly what it is but here is an example:

"a quick survey of the landscape before you indicated that this was a criminal oversimplification."

LIKE IDK JUST SOMETHING ABOUT HOW YOU STRUCTURE SENTENCES IS GENIUS! like cannot even begin to describe how good this was. would die for this couple honestly. the smut had me clenching too OOF. so cool to see what you've accomplished on this platform in such a short period of time! it's so so deserved and i can't wait to see where you go from here. don't know how you can even get better than this like ur already at the moon um!!! but god it's only going to get better from here. like next thing u know u'll be a famous writer fr. wishing you nothing but the fucking best!!!!

[purposechef]

Just dropping by to say that I love Love LOVE your illustrations!!! Obsessed with slice of life comics so to see it in combination with Sydcarmy/The Bear, I'm over the fucking moon! Also, the fact you wrote the oyster knife series, I'm gagged. You're so talented 😭! Follow up to another person's ask, you mention that your fav characters deal with a DEEP chasm of loneliness. Could we maybe get some recs for books and movies (or even just couples/fandoms) that feature this arc? It's a genre I really enjoy but it's hard to find. Thanks!

WOW, thank you for letting me know. It means so much to hear that people are enjoying my art and fanfic -- they're both truly a labor of love.

As for my ✨Loneliness Recs✨ I can mostly recommend books since that's what I consume the most. Not all of them are necessarily romantic, but most of the stories I like involve a) nothing much happening and b) a woman making bad decisions. If there's kissing in it, even better, but I save that for fanart/fic.

Writers & Lovers by Lily King Hello Beautiful by Ann Napolitano Seven Days In June by Tia Williams Assembly by Natasha Brown Fiona and Jane by Jean Chen Ho Happy Hour by Marlowe Granados Free Food for Millionaires by Min Jin Lee Real Life by Brandon Taylor

Those are just some recent reads but other writers who I love who write loneliness well: Donna Tartt, Toni Morrison, Sally Rooney, Zora Neale Hurston, Zadie Smith, Halle Butler, Victor Hugo (Marius Pontmercy is my #1 Lonely King).

[not-your-babyy13]

just realized i’ve written and uploaded 22 fics for this fandom on ao3😭 nearly 340K words for a couple with 15 mins of screen time 🙈

since i’m a sentimental POS, I just wanna take a little moment of appreciation to all of the fexi writers that inspired me to start writing, whether we’ve ever chatted or not, follow each other or not, you’re in the fandom anymore, you read my stuff or not, etc. it’s all love. I’ve been obsessed with your incredible brains and the way you pour your hearts into your works. you guys are so talented, it blows my mind 🤯

also a little appreciation to anyone who has ever taken the time to read my stuff, and then decided to comment/drop kudos/reblog/like/subscribe. it’s still kinda surreal that more than one person (that person being yours truly) reads what I write, and enjoys it to the point where they support it in anyway. 

writing/being in the fandom has really become an escape for me since my mom’s diagnosis and my own things going on. I’ve talked to some pretty stellar people. so thank you thank you thank you thank you ♥️

[scabopolis]

In anticipation of the upcoming 2023 Logan x Veronica "New Year, New Fic" fest, I bring you a small selection of fics inspired by epistolary exposition. Traditionally 'epistolary' is story written through letters, but this could be letters, emails, texts, etc.

Day 1 of the challenge is February 1, 2023 so be sure to check out the #2023 LV New Year here on tumblr or the AO3 collection for more fic and art.

As a reminder, there are so many fics that fill these tropes. These are just a smattering, so make sure to make note of the ones you love the most and next week, when the challenge starts, maybe go drop those you love a kudos, a comment, or both to share the joy.

(Apologies for the s4 gif, but they're very cute if you just forget everything that came before and comes after)

Starting these fic recs with the two that inspired the prompt:

Fic: Three Emails Sent Across Continents (and Possibly Five Text Messages) by Care Rating: T for 'these two dumbs' Tropes and Themes: post-movie AU, sexual attraction to forearms, writing smut is challenging and Veronica acknowledges that Read if: You like a little romantic anticipation, also would ogle Logan's forearms over Skype, and appreciate the simplicity of a 'hi' text message that can make one's heart race. Also available as a podfic!

Fic: Wingspan by @theawkwardterrier Rating: G for General Wonderful Courtship and Romance Tropes and Themes: post-movie AU, Veronica writes letters, this person cries tears, 'funtimes communication porn' (author's description), issues will be resolved whether they like it or not Read if: You want to read a fic where intimacy slowly uncurls itself like a cat.

Fic: Just-in-Case Letters by @machawicket (must have AO3 account to read) Rating: T for TEARS STREAMING DOWN MY FACE Tropes and Themes: Logan writes letters before each deployment and I feel emotions in every chapter, pitch perfect dry wit of one Logan Echolls Read if: DO NOT SKIP TO THE END OF THESE LETTERS. Promise me. The final chapter is the letter Logan writes during his movie deployment, but Macha builds to that moment in a way you will want to experience for yourself. (Though I am forever crying over "I want years with you, Veronica.")

Fic: Excerpts from Logan's Feelings Journal by bennet_7 Rating: Author lists as PG-13 but that's mainly because Logan is a smartass Tropes and Themes: Not a very couple-y Logan/Veronica fic but you can read between the lines, classic comedy fic from circa s2, journal entries as exposition Read if: You have 10 min and want some Logan snark in a short time frame and/or want to read a very clever way to account for the events of s2.

Fic: Snapshot by crimsonclad Rating: NR by author, I think it's a solid PG-13 for some thematic content and some swears Tropes and Themes: This fic is non-linear, this fic features a Target, this fic features domesticity, therefore this fic is wonderful and should be celebrated Read if: You want an unconventional cousin to an epistolary fic. Each section is bracketed by a story a tabloid has run about Logan (or a comment in the press) and then what was really going on behind the scenes. Also, a rare pairing of Connor Larkin and Weevil is always a delight.

Ones you love that I failed to mention? Make sure you make note and celebrate the wonderment when the celebration begins on February 1, 2023!

[zelda7999]

New Horizons CH2 - An Accidentally Undercover fic

Words: 4,620 | Approx. reading time 17 min

Wooooo! This one took a bit, but I had so much fun! Y/N and Eclipse go to a Street Fair! :D 

Not edited nor beta read, all mistakes are mine 

Accidentally Undercover by @lavenoon

Read the fic under the cut! 

You’ve been working with the agency for a couple months now, and with all honesty? They were the best months of your life. The last time you felt this alive was back when you were freshly in college, back then you felt like your life was coming together. (Which wasn’t wrong, but also wasn’t entirely correct either.) Now with your current job, you realized that this is what it really felt like when things clicked into place. You loved your coworkers, you loved your work, and even more than that you loved having someone to share your interests with.

 Every step of the way Eclipse had been there to soak in every ramble, discussion, and sometimes even talking about life outside of work. A big no-no with your other coworkers, but Eclipse didn’t seem to mind at all. Which was a slight relief, you had no clue if you could really keep everything secret. Eclipse seemed to share the sentiment, or if he didn’t he at least didn’t mind the life talks. Today in particular was turning out to be one of those life talk days.

 “Oh wow, apparently the total lab explosions have gone down since I started working here! And productivity is up. I could have sworn we caused more explosions together than anything though…“

 You flip a page on the lab report and hum some more before Eclipse chimes in.

 “I thought we’d had less fire extinguishers than usual!”

 A giggle escapes you at the reminder of the multiple fire extinguishers stored around the lab. Truly, it was well above the average a normal lab needed. For this lab however, it was usually dangerously close to not enough. Despite how surprising the lab report was though, it was also good to hear they were exploding a lot less. You continue skimming the report and mindlessly your necklace finds it’s way to your mouth, just holding it there and feeling the chain on your tongue.

 You’re rereading the same sentence for maybe the third time when the report is slid out of your hands and replaced with a fidget. It’s a recent one Eclipse got you, it’s a dough ball matching the one he lent you your first day. When you look up to meet his gaze he just casually gestures to his own mouth. That’s when you drop your necklace from yours and chuckle awkwardly. Not the first time he’d caught you chewing on your necklace, and it probably wouldn’t be the last.

 “Excited for the weekend? You said you were meeting friends!”

 Oh right, you forgot to tell him. Earlier in the week you had excitedly told him about this huge street art fair you and a couple friends were going to… However, that plan spontaneously combusted when said friends started bickering. From there it devolved into a fight, and you were left sitting on the sideline powerless to convince them to stop. So they ended up calling off all plans on account they didn’t want to go if the other was going to be there.

 “Sadly my weekend plans are kind of kaput. My friends… let’s just say made other plans.”

 “Oh, what are you doing instead?”

 “I might just stay home. The street fair would be no fun alone.”

 “We could go together?”

 You freeze, your hands growing still instead of playing with the dough ball. Could they really do that? Technically their identities were supposed to stay secret from one another, no outside contact. However… You both did tell each other your names on the first day of meeting, and then continued to call each other by first name despite the rules. Not to mention you both talked about your civilian lives while in work.

 “Could we?”

 Honestly, the idea was exciting. You really liked Eclipse. Originally you thought he was just a really close co-worker, but the more you two worked together the more you realized… That joke you made on your first day? ‘Is this love?’ Well, it might not have been a joke.

 “I don’t see why not, I have no plans this weekend!”

 “Well… Then it’s a date! Here, let me give you my number.”

 You swipe a stickie note off your desk and jot your number down onto it. You grab one of his hands and stick the note onto it, he doesn’t remove it he just looks at it and smiles wider.

 “I will see you this weekend then! Oh! oh! and I’ll text you my address later too!”

 You couldn’t wipe the smile off your face even if you wanted to. Going out with him this weekend? Even if it wasn’t an actual ‘date’ you were still seeing him outside of work! And you were going to tell him your address? Maybe this was crossing some company line, but screw it. You already broke those rules first day, what’s the point in keeping up with something you hardly followed in the first place?

 The rest of your work day couldn’t go by any faster. While you loved what you did, it currently couldn’t compare to your new weekend plans. You also couldn’t help but notice all the shared looks and smiles between you and Eclipse, you were both excited. Which lead to more explosions… But hey, you were perfectly safe behind him! And your notes were filled with precious details so it might not blow up next time. Might being the key word.

 Once the end of your shift rolls by you can’t make it home any faster. You grab food on the way home because honestly, you were lying to yourself if you thought you were going to cook anything. Then you receive the awaited text! With that, Eclipses number is instantly added to your phone. An absolute win!

“Send me a picture of you for your contact info on my phone!”

 The reply comes quick, a selfie of Eclipse in casual clothes you never thought you’d see him in. A graphic tee with bright pastel colours of a sky, overtop of that he wears a pastel pink over shirt with bright tie-dye colours. You giggle a little thanks to the angle of the photo, which allows you to see he is clearly fidgeting with his lower arms while taking the photo with his upper. Well, it’s only fair now that you reply with a photo yourself!

 Most people would consider your style outside of work to be a little more on the alt side. To you, it was simply what was comfortable. A dark crop top hoodie sporting some constellation designs, with a plain T-shirt and some cargo pants. The more pockets the better, and you could never go wrong with cargo pants.

“Excited for tomorrow! Meet me at [Your address]”

 —

 The next day rolls around, and as you’re getting ready multiple knocks sound at the door. That couldn’t be him already, could it? Then it dawns on you, you didn’t tell him a time… of course you forgot that crucial piece of information!

 “Just a moment!”

 Shirt, shoes, pants, phone, uhhh sweater! You needed a sweater. You pull free a crop top hoodie from a pile on your bed, throw it on and open the front door. Like expected, the tall animatronic is standing on the other side.

 “Come in, I have a few more things I need to do before we go!”

 Eclipse ducks under the doorframe and the door clicks shut behind him. He can barely stand up in your place, but thanks to the decently high ceilings at least he’s not hunched over.

 “Make yourself at home, really I’m just checking my pockets to make sure I don’t forget something.”

 “Wallet and ID’s?”

 “Oh shoot you’re right. See there’s a reason you have to let me into the lab everyday.”

 You excuse yourself to go grab your wallet, meanwhile Eclipse moves further into the house. Specifically, the living room. It’s not much, but it’s yours. Everything in the room a collection of items lovingly displayed over the years. Some pictures are hung on the walls, some of them are family pictures but the majority of them are painted portraits sporting your signature at the bottoms. Lining any free walls are bookshelves stacked to the brim with different kinds of books, and seemingly no organization system to be found. The last section of the living room his eyes land upon is the couch and small TV hanging across from it.

 Did you have enough blankets on that couch? Eclipse takes at seat on the couch and runs his hands over several of the blankets. All of them are either fluffy, or have some sort of soft texture to them.

 “Hey Eclipse, catch!”

 He looks up from the blankets in time to catch a small purple box with a orange bow on top. In his hands it’s almost funny how tiny it is.

 “What is it?”

 Eclipse shakes the box slightly, a light jingling sounds from the box.

 “Open it and find out! I saw it the other day and thought of you, but I didn’t think I’d have a chance like this to give it to you.”

 “Oh!”

 He opens the little box, placing the orange ribbon in his pocket for later. Inside the box is a charm bracelet. The entire thing has different charms looking of varying ages, they weren’t all bought at the same time. There’s a sun charm, a moon, star, clouds, and one that looks handmade! It’s an eclipse charm.

 “You’re always doing hand motions when you talk, aaand since you like fidgets… I thought maybe something you could wear outside of work would be nice. It’s pretty and if you change the charms it could probably jingle a little more too!”

 “That’s very thoughtful! Thank you so much! I love the charms, did you make this one yourself? Oh this one’s my favourite!”

 Eclipse is already putting the bracelet on and another pair of arms is pulling something out of his own pocket.

 “I have something for you too! If you’ll take it that is.”

 “Of course I will! What is it?”

 His smile widens a little as he places something into your hands. Thanks to how big his own are, you don’t even get a peak until said hands withdraw. Seems he had a similar idea! It’s also jewelry, however his gift to you is a necklace. There’s only one charm on it, a crescent moon with sun rays coming out behind it. An Eclipse. The charm makes you smile way too much, and better yet it’s soft to the touch.

 “When you’re focused you chew on your necklace. I think this Chewlery will be a lot better to fidget with than your metal necklace.”

 “Thank you so much! Can you help me put it on?”

 “Of course.”

 You step closer and hand him the chewlery so he can help. Even sitting on the couch he’s taller than you, at least his size makes it easy for him to put it on you.

 “Thank you Eclipse. Wow, what a way to start the day. We’ve not even gone to the street fair yet! Speaking of, ready?”

 “Yes! Are you?”

 “Yeppers! Let’s get going, it’s a short walk from here. Maybe 20 minutes tops if we take the scenic route.”

 He nods to you and then you’re off. During the walk you and Eclipse talk. Complimenting each others style outside of work, commenting on your neighbours houses, noting everyone who’s still had Christmas lights hanging up (despite the time of year), and once you’re closer to the fair you’ve moved onto some of the fair events. Mostly it was a place for artists in the city to sell and show off their art. There were artists of all kinds here, painters, digital, writers, and quite a few crafters and sculptors.

 “I’m really hoping my favourite stall returned this year. I think you’ll really really like it!”

 “What’s the stall?”

 “Okay, so it’s really simple actually… But when my Dad used to take me here he got me one every year! It’s just a balloon with an elastic tied to it, but they turned it into a toy. You put the elastic around one finger and bounce it. I forget what they called them, but they always make me smile.”

 Did Eclipse always stand this close when you walked? Or was this something he did when outside of work? Oh! and that look he was giving you! All you did was get excited about some little balloons tied to an elastic, it couldn’t be that interesting a topic.

 “Eclipse? Do I have something on my face?”

 No response, just more staring with a (admittedly cute) smile plastered on his face.

 “Ecliiiiipse? Hello? Earth to Eclipse?”

 You wave your hand in front of him, jumping to try and get in his face a little. That’s when he stops staring and laughs at your jumping.

 “Did you like the balloon’s that much? We can go find the stall and get some.”

 “Absolutely we should! You got them every year after all, let’s not break the tradition!”

 ’Tradition’ was a strong way to put it, but if it meant you might attend every year with Eclipse… Maybe it would turn into a tradition. Definitely something you could get used to. The streets containing the fair are completely crowded once you’ve arrived. Almost every stall has at least 10 or more people looking through the art, and music is live in the air with street performers. Even better, you can smell the food from different food trucks… and your stomach was really liking the idea of getting some.

 “Where should we start first?”

 “Mmmmm… Food first. I skipped lunch so I could get something from here.”

 “Oh, well that’s not good. Let’s get you food!”

 You nod and before you start slipping through the crowds you dare to reach up and grab one of his hands. He looks down at you for a moment before his fingers lock with your own. Oh goodness that feeling again, maybe you really are in love. Leave it to an 8ft celestial animatronic to make your heart flutter like a caged bird. Hopefully he can’t feel or detect heartbeats. If he can�� Then you have no good excuse at the ready. Pushing those thoughts away you continue walking and lead him to a food truck.

Definitely not the most healthy food, but it would be satisfying nonetheless. Waiting in the long line has you feet aching a bit, but it’s worth it once you order and receive your food. You’re more than ready to keep walking when Eclipse pipes up.

 “Would you like to sit while you eat? There’s a free bench over there.”

 You look around to try and spot where he’s looking, but you can’t see a bench anywhere. Eclipse seems to realize this and leads you through the crowd of people to it. Indeed, there was a nearby empty bench. The advantages of being 8ft tall and seeing over majority of the crowd!

 “Thanks Eclipse!”

 “You’re welcome, now sit and eat!”

 You nod and take a seat on the bench. The remaining amount of bench quickly taken by Eclipse beside you. Before today it wasn’t really a habit of yours to sit beside Eclipse, but the closeness now has another question popping into your head. Did he always sit this close to everyone? This time you decide to bring the question to life, it leaves your lips and a click-click of Eclipse beside you, and the now outrageous amount of personal space is both answer enough and staggering.

 “Wait, I might have asked if you being that close was normal, but I wasn’t complaining!”

 His eyes widen ever so slightly as you scoot closer to him, closing the space he just made.

 “My apologies, I thought you were mentioning it because you didn’t like it.” 

 “Oh, no! Not at all! I was really just curious. I don’t get to experience this side of you in the lab.” 

 “So you really don’t mind the closeness?”

 “I don’t mind at all, I actually quite like it. As much as I like being close with others, most people in my life tend to want their personal space. I just want to be close with those I care about. I guess I can see how some people are annoyed by it, I just personally don’t get it.”

 There’s that look again! You will really need to bring that up at some point. However, now is hardly the time as Eclipse is now closing what very little space was left. Two arms testing the waters and draping themselves around you, while he slowly gets closer. You don’t fight it, nor make any direct mention of it. It… It was nice, and oh lord it was making your heart pound even harder.

 “I-I should eat my food, don’t mind me.”

 You awkwardly laugh and shove some of your food into your face. Anything to look away from Eclipse and his oh so soft and adorable expression. The deep affection in his eyes. The- Oh my goodness, you really were in love! And now more food is stuffed into your face to avoid blushing more at the thought. In record time the food is gone and you’re left wondering if Eclipse has noticed your odd behaviour. He’s brilliant, there’s absolutely no way he’s not noticed. However, sparing a glance back at him… The same puppy dog look is on his face.

 “W-Well, ready to go now Eclipse? We can go look for that Balloon stall and check out the others on the way too!”

 “Oh- Yes!”

 The two of you can’t get up any faster. Your heart pounds in your chest, red blush on your face threatening to give your feelings away. Meanwhile the constant sound of mechanisms and servos is thrumming beside you.

 “They usually set up this way. Follow me!”

 You start walking and Eclipse follows beside you, even closer than before. At least you don’t have to worry about losing him in a crowd. However when the worry does arise as the crowds thicken, you don’t even have to make the first move. Eclipse is a step ahead of you and had already grabbed your hand with not one, but two of his own. Your chest heats up while your heart beats aggressively against it. Thankfully there are more than enough art stalls and booths around to distract!

 You drag Eclipse from stall to stall, and he does the same to you. Whenever something catches one of your eyes you’re already dragging the other off to look at it. The excitement fuels you both. It only grows once you do find the balloons you mentioned earlier. You almost bounce out of your shoes while looking at them.

 “Look! There’s a pastel balloon, that’d be perfect for you Eclipse!”

 You’re quick to pick it up and show him, it’s a simple balloon. No designs, just pastel purple.

 “Do you like it?”

 “Like it? I love it! What an amazing colour!”

 “Could you pick one out for me?”

 He nods and starts surveying the balloons. There’s all kinds. Pastels, bright colours, patterned ones, themed, anything you could ask for really. Ah, but there’s the perfect one for you. Eclipse picks up a dark purple balloon covered in bright neon designs.

 “Something to match your flair for theatrics! Neon other than you could be as bright!“

 You smile at the pun and an absolutely wicked idea pops into existence.

 “Lunar or later I’ll come up with a better pun to reply with. For now though!“

 You yoink the balloon he’s holding and pay for both yours and his. A sly smirk spreads across your face as you turn back to him, plopping the new pastel fidget into his hand.

 “I think this puts us on neutron ground!“

 “What a spectacular wax of kindness.“

 You grin and dramatically bow to him, grabbing one of his free hands and walking once more. The street fair was going well, the two of you had been there for a couple hours now and it was the best one you’ve been to. Having someone who matched your energy… It was like nothing you’d experienced before. You and Eclipse had walked all the way to the end of the street fair, you were considering walking back through it all to take a last peak at your favourites before heading home.

 “Which ones did you want to see again?”

 “Oh there’s so many. I really liked the on-”

 Midsentence Eclipse goes stiff, anything he was doing instantly stops and his eyes go dark.

 “Eclipse?”

  Panic truly sets in when you see him practically crumble to the ground, you jump back so he doesn’t fall on you. This had happened in the lab once but that was it. Never again had you seen it happen after that, but you did know what was happening thankfully. He had explained it at the time as it being the robotic equivalent to Narcolepsy. He would be back up in a minute or so, nothing to be too worried about… But it was concerning nonetheless that your friend suddenly crashed.

 “Uh, are they alright?”

 You turn to the stranger who’s pointing down at Eclipse, you quickly nod and put your hands up.

 “Oh! Yes, he’s alright. He’ll be up in a minute. Don’t worry!”

 They shrug and walk away, to which you then look back down to Eclipse. Too bad you weren’t stronger, or you would move him to a better spot to sit. Instead you just take a seat beside where he lays. Like you said to the stranger before, (and a few others who passed by) Eclipse came back on after a minute. He slowly sits up and puts a hand to his head.

 “Eclipse! You okay? I can’t imagine falling over like that is fun.”

 He doesn’t reply immediately, a soft static filled groan is all you get as he slowly stands back up.  

 “I’m alright. I didn’t fall on you did I? Why are you also on the ground?”

 “You didn’t fall on me, I just thought sitting next to you was better than standing. Y’know, keeping you company.”

 It’s your turn to stand now, Eclipse offers two hands to help hoist you to your feet.

 “Thanks. Are you sure you’re alright?”

 “Yes. Thank you for looking out for me.”

 “Of course! I’m just glad I knew what was happening. Otherwise I would have really panicked.“

 “Sorry for worrying you.”

 “No, no. Really, it’s okay! I’m just glad you’re okay. Want to take a break? We could go back to one of our places. Maybe come back for the night activities?”

 Eclipse ponders the options for a little. Maybe he would agree, but if he was fine to keep going then you had no objections to walk back through the street fair. However, maybe you wanted the break more than he might… Your feet hurt after walking for so long, and it was only getting worse while standing here. You really didn’t notice before, you were too busy enjoying yourself.

 “I’m alright to keep going, but if you would like to take a break we can.”

 “Hmmmm… Actually, sure. I can’t stand or walk for as long as you after all. Should we head back to my place? We’d have to walk through the street fair again, but it’s close enough if we don’t get distracted walking through.”

 “If we continue this way my apartment is closer actually.”

 “Wait, we live that close?”

 “We do! I was surprised as well, the walk to your place was delightfully interesting!”

 “How so?”

 “So much to see, and you’re right on the edge of downtown. You’re roughly 30 minutes away from the nearest shopping centre, and all the while close to work. From where we are currently, we’re 12 and a half minutes away from my apartment. There is quite a lot to see between our two homes thanks to our locations.”

 You nod along as he speaks. You’d never thought of it like that, you did live in a pretty interesting area. Housing wasn’t made in area’s like yours anymore, most of it was shopping or apartments. You were lucky to even find a house.

 “I guess I’ve never thought of that… Huh. Why don’t you tell me more while we walk?”

 Eclipse is more than happy to tell you about everything he saw on his first walk over, as he leads you towards his apartment you can’t help but add onto whatever he tells you. Recalling stories about some of the houses, telling him about some of the shopping centre’s history, and you even knew some of the shops he mentioned walking by. Like he said earlier, you were only 12 and a half minutes away from his place. So the walk isn’t long but you still find yourself surprised when you get there.

 The two of you rest for a bit at his apartment, while you continue to talk Eclipse gets some extra charge in for if you two do decide on the night activities. However… You don’t get that far. His place was comfortable, homey. He decorated a little similarly to you, though based on how you two were? Made sense, you two clicked particularly well after all. Admittedly though… You ended up getting a little too comfortable at his place. While Eclipse took a moment to himself to charge and put some of the items he bought away, you find yourself drifting off on his couch.

 When you wake up, you have no clue what time it is. One of those naps where you have to check if a week passed or not. You shift where you are and sit up a little, taking a look around. You were still in Eclipse’s apartment. Did you… Did you really just fall asleep in your co-worker’s apartment? On your first visit? 

 “Did you rest well? You must have been tired!“

 “Oh geez, I am so sorry. What time is it?”

 “Five O’clock! You weren’t out for long, not to worry.”

 Oh good, you sigh in relief. At least you weren’t asleep on his couch for that long.

 “Want to go back to the fair?”

 You hum as you wait for the words to form. You were still tired, and the night activities wouldn’t start until 6pm. Maybe the two of you could stay here and wait, maybe just talk a little more.

 “Could we wait actually? I’m still a little tired, and if I can be completely honest with you. I would be more than happy to just talk for a while.”

 With you now awake, you pat the spot beside yourself and beckon Eclipse over. He moves quickly and takes the spot beside you. Both of you scoot a little closer to the other once comfortable, and Eclipse is the one to start the conversation. Bringing up a new prototype he wanted to start on and wanted your opinion, and since you were here anyways… Might as well! The rest of your time is spent talking about the prototype and from there it gets a little out of hand. Different ideas popping to mind, both of your energies hyping the other up to make even more ideas. You both completely forget about the street fair, but neither of you mind.

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BONUS;

Eclipse, texting Sun & Moon in a group chat: sends selfie of him and Y/N 

Eclipse: Y/N and I at the street fair!

Moon/Sun: I thought Y/N was your co-worker?

Eclipse: Yes! Agent Neon!

Moon/Sun: …

Eclipse: In my defense, they gave me their number first :)!

[pleasantpandemonium]

Tag Game

Tag 9 people you want to get to know better. I was tagged by @hayffiebird I have never been tagged in anything before so this is exiting!

Three ships:

Hayffie: My obsession with this ship comes in waves every once in a while. It has taken over my life occasionally since 2012 I believe. This ship is my main ho and my side ho. I love it! There is something about the opposite attract bit that makes me so fascinated. Haymitch and Effie also make for some great fanfic material.

Steggy: It’s good to have a healthy and wholesome ship in the mix as well. I love the badass woman x badass but sensitive man mix. They are the cutest and they also save the world. They are genuinely nice people whom deserve a good life. I love both of the characters on their own and I love them together. Agent Carter’s TV show is just peng, and it is the bane of my life that is was cancelled.

Tomshiv: My latest shipwreck on the other hand… they are not good people, they are not good for each other and you could argue that they make the world a worse place… buuuutttt… they are adorable. Tom, Mr. Darcy himself, is a sensitive asshole, and Shiv is a broken duckling looking for love while making fun of anyone who dares try. Their fighting is Shakespearian and they are thus my favourite soon to be probably divorced couple. Also, I gotta say, the acting is just 👌🏼👌🏼

First ever ship:

Probably gotta say Hayffie here too. I had no idea about fanfics, fandom or Tumblr before that. I remember beeing like 12 years old and spending my entire family trip to France reading fics. As a child that didn’t find much interesse in reading, this was a huge change. Gotta say, I think it improved my English skulle as well.

Last song: Gooey by Glass Animals is a vibe. I realy enjoy listening to the entire album. It just flows, you know.

Last movie: I can barely remember the last movie I watched. I have just been watching series lately. Succession and Barry has got me hooked. I feel like it might have been The Day After Tomorrow though.

Currently reading: War of the Worlds by H.G. Wells

Currently watching: well well well, here’s the big one. SUCCESSION! And I can’t wait for the last two episodes to drop. To anyone considering watching it, I say go for it! It will have a proper ending and it is more about 3(4) sassy siblings and their cousin Greg, than it is about the logistics of running a Fortune 500 to the ground. Honestly, it’s such a great show. The acting, the filming, the writing and the characters are just superb. Powerful people acting like 5 year olds is just the best.

I am also watching the last season of Barry, another show that is really referring to watch. It is peak. I am also really happy that they are ending these great shows become the go stale, or before they are cancelled without a proper ending *cough* Westworld *cough* 1899.

Currently consuming: In about 5 min it will be a taco. 👌🏼

Currently craving: Fooood… I just got home from work and I am starving! Also, more Succession!

I have never been tagged in anything before, so this is quite exiting. I hope I have done it correctly. Thanks again @hayffiebird for tagging me! I don’t know a lot of people on tumbler, so I guess I’ll tag. some people I have admired from the shadows for a long time. There is so much talent in this app and I really appreciate all the work you guys choose to share with the group ❤️

@caleysteggy @captainjimothycarter @hayffie-ever-in-your-favor @hayffiemoments-blog @captain-steggy @ellanainthetardis @flutteringphalanges @roboticonography @allonsysilvertongue

[days-until-burnout]

What is this? Mounders angst? Highschool angst? How could you!

No really though that was actually insanely good it felt like I was watching a movie. I had to reread it a couple times just to make sure I soaked in every detail.

The panic??? It captures the feeling so freaking well. It didn't feel too much, not triggering for me personally like most anxiety fics I read do but just enough that it made me relate so hard.

And Godd ik u meant for it to be any polycule and ship but I can already imagine a pearl and Joel romance drama, idky... Childhood friends via Grian if he's pearls brother maybe lol. Ughhh it feels like a movie with a bittersweet ending lol.

and Lizzzie you did her character so well. She would totally help Joel spray the mean girls. God it was so coollll, like the reveal of the fire extinguisher in his hands after saying a quick line about the white particles flying. Idk if it was just me but when I read that line for the first time I thought it was another aspect of her panic and then bam the reveal.

I need to know what happened to Joel and the lore with or without fic please, no pressure tho obv I'll just never sleep at night after this /j.

No but seriously ur writing is stellar. I will go reread it a hundred more times now.

Sorry for the long paragraph

THANK YOU. youre too nice and kind. very glad you liked it and never apologize for long paragraph! also, i just realized while formatting that i couldve written about the lore but i went way back in the lore lol anyways, hope you like this one too! _____

📧 Day 91 -

Characters - Pearl & Joel Words - 524 Time - 15 mins Content - Kids AU | Part 1

behaviour pattern (noun) - a recurrent way of acting by an individual or group toward a given object or in a given situation.

First days are always nerve-wracking. For Pearl, the day seems to drag, but finally, it is lunch time. She walks out with her lunchbox, behind the other kids, hesitantly looking around for a spot to sit. She finds one, under the shade of a tree and away from everyone. The other kids play and laugh loudly, and she watches them, hands on the lid of her lunchbox, not really hungry despite her stomach growling. 

She misses her old school, more than anything, she misses her old friends. Watching everyone play together with big smiles makes her want to cry. But she has to be strong, mum said so, so she stays where she sits, bottom lip trembling. 

The other kids said she talked funny. Some girls said she was too tall. No one had wanted to play with her earlier, and no one talked to her despite the teacher sitting her with two other boys and a girl. During class, she spent it eavesdropping on their hushed conversations and giggles, trying her best to pay attention to the teacher once they shut her out. 

Pearl needs to be strong, though she does not feel like she can be. 

“Eugh. You’re creepy.”

Pearl blinks and looks up from the grass, seeing three girls standing before her, looking down at her with scowls on their faces. She opens her mouth to say something, but they speak faster. 

“Why are you watching us? That’s weird. You’re weird.”

Pearl shuts her mouth, drops her head as she tears prickle at the corners of her eyes. She wants to go home where it is safe, hide under the blankets until dad gets home and tells her stories about dragons in space. Mum will be laughing in the background, then nagging them because they need to wash up for dinner. Maybe later that night they will call her old friends and they can talk about what they would do in the summer when she visits. 

“Sorry…” Pearl whispers as she hiccups. 

“You should–” 

Pearl looks up when she hears nothing, eyes going wide as the other girls look in shock. They all stare at the girl laying on the ground, quickly pushing herself up and crying. Her hair is a mess now, with grass sticking to it. 

“You’re mean.” Everyone looks up and sees a boy standing behind them. He tilts his head, brown curls and brown eyes. He frowns too, and the other girls flinch back. “That’s not nice.”

The two girls help their friend to her feet, and despite being three to one, then run off with sharp shrieks. The boy simply watches them leave, and Pearl watches him. She thinks idly that he could be the prince of fairy tales, rescuing the princess from dragons and witches. 

But the boy walks over, slightly to the side and picks up a red ball. He holds it in his hands, looking at it then finally looks at Pearl, tilting his head curiously. He extends the ball innocently, “Want to play?”

Pearl struggles to find words, but she nods. When lunch is over, the teacher agrees to change her seat. 

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soz but grian has nothing to do with the story xD even the original idea when i first wrote it was mounders focused, with lizzie being added a bit later. also, i was going to write how joel met the others and how they all met, but eh, for another day :>

[withleeknow]

babe new enha pics dropped over the weekend come swoon with me vm.tiktok.com/ZGevckWUs/

ohh thank you for sharing your nook it's wonderful 🥺🥺 the dichotomy between the bts (💖🧸✨️) and skz (🖤🔗💥 - also that han polaroid?? ohhe'sunreal) cubbies is sending me 😭😭 not me also shamelessly spying your fragrances (my kryptonite is collecting perfumes - i recently spent a solid 15 mins at a diptyque counter being incredibly indecisive no I did not leave with anything, yes I'll be scouring them on ebay 🫡)

lmao I've seen ppl post the edges of the album to spot patterns in the page colour to help ppl acquire their biases and I'm like O_o I respect the effort but lord I simply do not have the willpower

ohhh women really do run the world that was so nice of her 🥺 idk what's going on here esp. in the last few weeks but a lotta crazy things have happened with riots/spikes of violence so it's especially lovely to hear stories of kindness + compassion b/w strangers <3

seeing WT come up on my feed with reposts of praise and love makes me so happy:') 🌱 if it had stayed on the bangtan blog, did you already have a member in mind for it? (I feel like namjoon wld be a particularly fantastic pairing for this story 🐨)

idk if blonde jay's ever been on the rotation but um- here you go tinyurl.com/t2sdf8rj

NOOO you can't do that i've been thinking about them more often lately 😵‍💫 dunno if you’ve seen this but it came up on my explore the other day and i haven’t been the same since. that video did something to me. i am Looking™️ i am sliding down a certain rabbit hole oh my god (i always forget he’s younger than me lol)

lmao you're right i haven't really noticed the difference between the 2 cubbies until you pointed it out 🤣 for some reason i'm really into fragrances now!! i didn't use to be like this, it only happened earlier this year. i feel you with diptyque, i was in the store for like 45 minutes and my friend was being an enabler rip. after i left the store i almost fainted (literally lol) probably bc it was too hot that day but i like to tell people that it was bc that purchase hurt me and my bank account 🤣 the chloe bottle is my newest baby i got it a couple weeks ago, i haven't even taken the plastic off the string thingy yet lol

i also came across those videos! "look out for five tiny dashes on the side for the jay version" i'm laughing at this but catch me doing the exact thing like a crazy person the next time i go back to the store lol. ALSO, were you able to choose the jay ver specifically when you preordered? :o

yeah what's going on in the uk is crazy :/ i hope you're staying safe boo!!

aww 🥺 the original idea i had was for a jungkook fic (i was going through a phase where all of my ideas were about jk lol), basically fwb with a dash of fake dating and it was supposed to be called 'wishing fountains'. it was inspired by a scene from the show 'single parents' actually! but yeah i never really did anything with it but thankfully she's been revived as 'wishful thinking' !! 🥹

UHM HELLO NO I DON'T THINK I'VE EVER SEEN BLONDE JAY. just looked this up and sorry uhm i think i need at least a couple working days to process this..........

[chryblossomjjk]

i saw someone post about smut where the characters are so grossly in love is their fav genre. this is exactly that. this fic encompasses everything i love in fanfic. i felt like a fly on the wall, being dropped into the middle of the situation where i figure out who the characters are through their actions, words, etc. you do that so perfectly here. like the way i know everything i need to know about min yoongi through the FUCKING setting?? naur this is s tier writing right here. also there's just something you do with words thats v magical. can't put my finger on exactly what it is but here is an example:

"a quick survey of the landscape before you indicated that this was a criminal oversimplification."

LIKE IDK JUST SOMETHING ABOUT HOW YOU STRUCTURE SENTENCES IS GENIUS! like cannot even begin to describe how good this was. would die for this couple honestly. the smut had me clenching too OOF. so cool to see what you've accomplished on this platform in such a short period of time! it's so so deserved and i can't wait to see where you go from here. don't know how you can even get better than this like ur already at the moon um!!! but god it's only going to get better from here. like next thing u know u'll be a famous writer fr. wishing you nothing but the fucking best!!!!

darksided (myg)

Min Yoongi adored you. He'd simply never hurt you - unless you asked.

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Fem!Reader Type: One-Shot - SMUT (You must be 18+ to ride this ride.) Word Count: 4.4K Content: established relationship au; soft bf yoongi turned mean!dom!yoongi at the request of sub!reader; p in v penetration; unprotected sex/creampie (be safe, y'all); oral sex (m receiving); brief face-fucking; v fingering; squirting; a lil degradation and spit kink, as a treat; harsh language; after-care; also cavity-inducing fluff A/N: This was nine (9) pages in Word - my longest smut ever, all because this man-bun era has got me FUCKED up. Barely proofread (sorry ily). Check out my other fics here. 12/11/22 A/N: The sequel, blindsided, is finally here! check it out when you're done here :)

“When I signal you, that’s when you press the button, okay?” 

Your eyebrows furrowed as you stared down at his recording equipment – a galaxy in its own right, lit up like a Christmas tree. He may as well have asked you to defuse a bomb, except you couldn’t even identify the bomb. “There are approximately three thousand buttons in front of me right now,” you whined. 

He was exhausted and you knew it – you could feel it – but his patience with you was, as always, limitless. His fondness for you still shone through his eyes, overpowering the dark circles looming below, as if he hadn’t made a mistake in inviting you into his office. Then there was his laugh, surprising enough to smack you but so soft that it cradled you. “It’s the only one that says ‘record,’ jagiya.” 

A quick survey of the landscape before you indicated that this was a criminal oversimplification. There was a minimum of four options fitting his description, and all of them looked both breakable and expensive. You blinked down at the sound board, then back up at him, dumbfounded. “I think you made a mistake letting me in here.” 

Again, with the laugh – knocking you prone, nudging you closer to an early grave. Somehow, out of all of time and space, you got to exist in the same lifetime that he did. How lucky you were to have him, and his wind chime laugh all to yourself.  

You were lovesick and it was chronic. 

“Look down at your left hand – no, baby, don’t move it – that knob above your middle finger?” He was standing on tiptoe inside the booth, gesturing as if he was landing a plane. Your eyes darted up to follow the path of his fingers, then back down to the board. “Go diagonally up from that knob for two rows. Do you -” 

Overcome with a sense of unearned pride, you pressed down on the button, beaming. You certainly had not been signaled, but nonetheless, your efforts were rewarded. Importantly, that reward was now recorded for prosperity. Your favorite mixtape, the soundtrack of your racing heart, a lullaby: “I really couldn’t love you more if I tried.” 

His wide smile, like his tone, was sweet enough to cause a cavity. You were folded up like a pretzel in his chair, but somehow, your knees still seemed to wobble.  

You were lovesick and it was terminal. 

“Should I shut it off now until you’re ready to start?” You asked with cheeks glowing pink. 

He shook his head, still grinning. “I can cut it down. I do need you to cue the track, though – when I signal you.” He stated the last bit of his sentence slowly, shooting you a pointed look and then a wink. 

You were once lovesick and now you are dead. 

Finger hovering over the ‘play’ button, you watched him wide-eyed, anxious to avoid another mishap. His faith in you may have been unshakeable, but yours wasn’t – and this third mixtape was his magnum opus. You’d rather explode into a cloud of dust than mess up the tireless work he’d put into it so far.  

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, centering himself. Without looking, he raised his hand and pointed silently to you. Within seconds, your mind was blown. 

Min Yoongi contained multitudes. Despite your years together, it never ceased to amaze you how your beloved introvert – who said more with actions than anyone could communicate with words – could transform the way he did. Moments ago, his voice was a blanket, fresh out of the dryer, but now? Now, his presence electrified you. There was an unapologetic confidence – callousness, even - that you only saw when he rapped. 

Even his body language changed, like he’d evolved right before your eyes. You couldn’t look away because there was nothing else worth looking at – just him, top to bottom. The way he held his head, lips nearly touching the microphone, highlighted the deadly curve of his jaw. Carved from marble, luminescent and sharp. The strain of his neck, vibration visible in the column of his throat as he growled out his bars. Then down, down, down to his hands. His rings caught the light from above him, refracting slivers of white as his fingers moved with the beat.  

Oh, how you wanted them wrapped around your throat. 

Seeing him like this had you spellbound – feral, if you were being honest. As you watched, bottom lip clamped hard between your teeth, a heatwave crashed over you; it burned you from the inside out. Sometimes, you dreamt about this version of him. Your Yoongi adored you. He showered you with affection, respect, and praise. He’d never dream of hurting you. 

But would he, if you asked? 

You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn’t hear him finish the take. 

“Aegiya?” There was a hint of concern in his voice that told you he’d called out to you more than once already. 

You swallowed hard and shifted in his chair. “Yes?” 

He slid his wireless headphones down until they rested around his neck. The bright red band leaned against his cheekbone as he tilted his head to the side in confusion. “Are you alright? You looked like you were in a trance.” 

He wasn’t wrong. You were hypnotized, and it was entirely his fault. 

When you merely hummed in response – too distracted by his features to form a coherent sentence – he opened the door to the booth and stepped out. He pulled the headphones off completely and set them down on the counter before walking straight to you. 

You were vibrating. Could he feel it? 

The trembling only intensified when he reached you. Looking down at you, he ran the pad of his thumb over your cheek. 

“Tell me.” He said, as if that brief touch informed him of the maelstrom spinning circles in your brain. “Something’s got you dizzy.” 

Psychic. 

Suddenly, you were shy. This man knew and loved every single aspect of you, and still you felt embarrassed. If you begged him to fuck you – not just make love to you – would he laugh at you? Even worse, would he be offended? You didn’t want him to think that what you had wasn’t already perfect because it was.  

His eyes scanned your face, narrowing just slightly as he tried to read your mind. The two of you were silent for what felt like hours before you saw it – his pupils dilating, offset by the spark of silent understanding. The corner of his mouth twitched when he cracked the secret code. The hand caressing your cheek lowered slowly until it came to rest on your throat, thumb harshly directing your jaw – and your gaze - upwards. 

“Is it me, baby?” He teased with a voice like velvet, cocking his head to the side with a smirk that left you stupid. “Have I got you dizzy?” 

Involuntarily, you whimpered. So stunned by his stare that you were speechless. Melting into a puddle. Dripping. 

He exhaled sharply through his nose – a cruel, quiet laugh - and his eyes darkened further. “I can’t give you what you want if you can’t tell me what that is.” 

Once again, you shifted in your seat. You were suddenly so painfully aware of every nerve in your body, each one tingling like a live wire. Even your thighs clenched, trying desperately to apply pressure where you needed it most. You craved him so badly that it ached. 

“I don’t want you to be gentle with me,” was your answer, though it sounded more like a question. “I - I know that you -” 

His hand shifted quickly from underneath your jaw. He now had your cheeks pinned between his thumb and middle finger, squeezing hard to cut off your sentence before you could finish it. There was a microscopic pause as his eyes searched yours for permission. You blinked and nodded to the fullest extent you could within his grasp. 

“Stupid girl. You know nothing.” 

Muffled by his hand, your weak moan was barely audible, but he could feel the way your breathing quickened. The rise and fall of your eager chest. The way your nipples, yet untouched, made themselves known through the fabric of the t-shirt you’d stolen from him. Draped in him but smelling like you.  

Blackcurrant, orange blossoms, vanilla. 

He leaned down, mouth now hovering beside your ear. The heat of his breath on your neck was maddening, but it was the way his lips brushed against your ear that proved fatal. When he spoke, it echoed in every one of your bones. A whisper heavy enough to bruise. “Get up.” 

You followed the lead of his hand over your mouth and rose to your feet. Sharply, he redirected your gaze to the seat you’d just left. It was inexplicable how something so faint could be so blatant. That nearly imperceptible spot, snitching on you; showing him how your body begged for him. 

“Such a messy girl, ruining my chair like that.” He tutted. “I should punish you, shouldn’t I? Should I ruin you, baby?” 

Held so still, your knees still trembled. Without his hand gripping your cheeks, you would’ve crumpled at his feet. Before you could do so yourself, he forced you downward. After all, your knees couldn’t buckle if they were digging into the hardwood. 

He released his grasp and used that same hand to push his hair away from his eyes. Your heart raced as if you were sprinting, and yet you were frozen in place. You didn’t know where to begin because you wanted everything.  

Your indecision prompted him to roll his eyes. “Do I have to do everything for you? Say it. What do you want?” 

“T-to touch you. Please,” you begged, “I want to feel you in my throat.” 

He beckoned you silently with a curl of his finger. You sat up further on your knees and reached out tentatively for the drawstring tied at the waistband of his joggers. 

“Stop.” He ordered, and you did. Looking down at your wide eyes, his smirk deepened. Your hands fidgeted uselessly in your lap as he began untying the drawstring himself – his slow pace was torturous. You'd have ripped them off his body if given the chance. “Open your mouth” 

Again, you did as you were told. 

It took everything you had not to drool when he lowered the waistband of his joggers just enough for his cock to spring out. Already throbbing, pink tip glistening with pre-cum in the half-light. He took himself in his hand and began to pump himself as he took a step towards your waiting mouth.

"Stick out your tongue."

Now, you couldn’t help it – and when he saw the string of saliva spilling from the tip of your tongue, he growled. 

“Fuck,” He breathed, sliding the fingers of his free hand into your hair and tugging. “Look at how badly you want to be used - you're begging without saying a word.” 

You couldn’t speak, but your eyes were screaming at him. Please. 

Teasingly, he tapped the tip of his cock against your tongue, hissing as he felt the wet heat of your mouth. But when you went to close your lips around him, he pulled your hair – and you – away. 

“Spit on it – slowly. Keep your eyes on me.” 

You felt a twinge between your thighs as he delivered his orders. You’d undoubtedly soaked through your little sleep shorts already, but his tone just then made a mess of you. You squirmed as you kneeled, feeling the rivulets of slick begin to trail down the innermost part of your thighs. And he hadn’t even touched you yet. 

Looking up at him from under the curtain of your lashes, you saw the wicked fascination flicker in his eyes. The way his breath hitched as he watched your spit fall from the ledge of your lips until it connected with his shaft. In your peripheral vision, you could see his cock twitch at the contact. 

“Now open.” Finally. 

A low moan broke from the depths of his chest as he slid into your mouth, and you couldn’t recall a more beautiful sound. As you pushed yourself further onto him, you hallowed your cheeks, following the vein running along the underside of his length with your tongue. 

You stared up at him through wet eyes. So full, you pleaded with yourself not to gag, to breathe steadily through your nose. Tip pushing past your soft palate, he grunted as he bottomed out. Without softening his gaze, he watched for your reaction – always so concerned, even when he was pretending not to be. To his surprise, you swallowed, allowing the tightness of your throat to squeeze him.

“You’re fucking filthy.” He muttered with his eyes screwing shut. His jaw fell open when you slid off him, swirling your tongue around the head of his cock once you reached it. His eyes followed suit, blown out pupils fixated on the spit dribbling down your chin; darkening at the obscene sound of him sliding through the suction you'd so masterfully generated. 

Pulling your hand from your lap, you reached out slowly for his balls. As your fingers massaged him, his grip on your hair got tighter. Almost imperceptibly, he began to roll his hips against your mouth. 

His panting was interlaced with curses as he fucked himself into your warmth. “Fit so fucking perfectly in your throat,” He grunted, “Like you were made to be my toy.” 

It startled you when he suddenly removed himself from you. Thoughtlessly, you whined – and then, immediately, you froze. Eyes darting back up to him, the anticipation of consequences prevented you from closing your mouth fully. You waited there on your knees, trembling, while your mascara pooled uselessly in the wells beneath your eyes. 

“Somebody feels entitled,” He scoffed as he glowered down at you. “You better be careful what you wish for.” 

Before you could process the speed of his movements, his arms hooked under yours and pulled you from the ground. Your legs ached, but as he loomed over you, you followed his unspoken order, backing yourself into a corner. With your shoulder blades pressed flush against the wall, he stepped forward and used his knee to push your legs apart. 

For a moment, it seemed like his façade was cast aside. He raised his hand slowly to caress your cheek, swirling soft circles into your flushed skin with his thumb. Out of habit, your eyes drifted shut and you leaned further into his touch. And when he leaned in, just as slowly, your slightly parted lips waited for a kiss that never came. 

“You’re just begging to be filled, aren’t you?” He asked in a whisper so sharp it stung. “Not loved but fucked.” 

You nodded shyly. “Y-yes,” You stuttered, “Please.” 

His lips still lingered closely enough to touch yours, to send shockwaves shooting down your spine, but he continued to withhold his affection. This was the first time – ever – that Yoongi had turned down an opportunity to kiss you. Until now, he didn't seem capable of doing so. 

“Please what?” 

“Fuck me. Please -” You keened as his hand began to drift from your cheek, down your neck. In the blink of an eye, every word you knew disappeared from your vocabulary. The tip of his index finger trailed down over the fabric of your stolen shirt, between the valley of your breasts, and came to rest at the hem.  

He pinched the seam between his fingers and tugged. “Part of me wants to tear this off you,” He mused with his head tilting to one side. His eyes remained locked on yours; the amusement in them was clear, even in the darkness. “But most of me wants to see you fucked out and stupid - in my shirt.” 

Your legs threatened to give out yet again. He was devastatingly handsome under normal circumstances, but this newly unearthed cockiness was ruinous. You bit down hard on your lip as he raised your shirt enough to access the waistband of your shorts. With his help, you shimmied them down until they dropped quietly at your feet. Quickly and clumsily, you stepped out of them and kicked them aside. 

Yoongi’s hand rose again to your face. His middle and ring finger were extended; the others curled down towards his palm. You didn’t need to be asked to open your mouth – it was the only response your eager mind could conjure. His fingers were cool against your tongue as you closed your mouth around them. And when he was satisfied with the lubrication you’d provided, he slid his fingers out from your hollowed cheeks with a lewd pop. 

“How badly do you want to come all over my fingers?”  

It’s a wonder there wasn’t a puddle beneath you, considering how those words made you gush. “I need it,” You pleaded with fluttering eyelids and bated breath, “Please touch me.” 

You whimpered and closed your eyes as you felt his fingers dive into the pool between your thighs. Every nerve lit up like a switchboard as he slipped through your soft folds. He scoffed at how wet you were – so soaked that it was audible in each millimeter of his movement. 

Simultaneous to his middle finger penetrating you, your head rolled back until it rested against the wall. Your mouth fell open, but you were too entranced to do much more than breathe as you acclimated to his presence inside you. He started slowly, curling his finger upwards as he pushed further inwards. Even at this pace, the otherwise dead air was filled with the sound of your sodden cunt. 

“You’re dripping already?" He let the tip of his finger rest against the spongy spot behind your pubic bone; the pressure was incredible, but he stayed torturously still. “And yet you’re so - tight.” Achingly slow, the pad of his finger spiraled against your g-spot. “I’ll have to stretch you out before I can bury my cock in you.” 

As his ring finger plunged inside of you, you cried out, head slumping forward against his shoulder. Sensing that you wouldn’t be able to hold yourself up for much longer, Yoongi grabbed the back of your right thigh with his left hand and pulled your leg up to rest against his hip. With this new angle, his fingers ventured even deeper until they bottomed out at the knuckle. He didn’t give you much time to adjust to the new sensation.  

As he fucked his fingers into you at a feverish pace, he continued his mind-numbing assault on your g-spot. Over and over, he toyed with you; thrusting, stretching, scissoring, and teasing as your arousal trickled into the palm of his hand. There was an intoxicating – unbearable – warmth burning in the pit of your abdomen. A sensation so all-consuming that your eyes rolled back in your head. 

Your walls clenched around him, sucking him in and begging for more as your helpless heart raced. “Oh my god,” You wailed, “Holy shit – Please, I’m - Yoongi!” 

Your orgasm hit you like a freight train. Never in your life had you fallen apart like that – shaking and speaking in tongues. Having sensed the swell of pressure, Yoongi knew exactly where this road headed; and he could tell that you were fighting it. “Don't hold back from me,” He growled.

And then the dam broke.  

A wicked grin danced across his face as the wave of pleasure crashed onto the floor below you. “Fuck. Look at this.” He pointed downward and your bleary gaze followed. Remnants of your orgasm had splashed onto his joggers as well as the hardwood. “Nobody could ever make you come like I can. Say it.” 

The words bubbled out of your chest, half-way between a sob and a moan. “Nobody can make me come like you.”

You were a shivering, spilling mess; and your ears were still ringing from how intensely your every muscle had clenched. Before your knee could buckle, you were abruptly swept up into his arms. With one arm wrapped tightly around your back, his free hand slid over the surface of his desk, sending various papers and cords rocketing towards the floor.

Once the space was cleared, he set you down and laid you out onto the cool surface. You were exhausted and thankful to be horizontal; though you knew he wasn’t yet finished with you. 

After all, he intended on ruining you. 

Through half-lidded eyes, you gazed up at him. The hair he’d so neatly tied into a bun at the top of his head had mutinied; inky tendrils were now splayed out haphazardly in different directions. You were fuck-drunk, but you swore the overhead light behind him encircled his head like a halo. It was all so unholy - the way he stood before the altar of your exposed core, with his face angelic and his throbbing cock in hand.

The hand not pumping his cock slid over your bent knee. It took tremendous effort, but you lifted your arm to place your hand on top of his. One tiny squeeze – a brief, loving check-in – received an echo. Then, just as quickly as it appeared, the fleeting moment of tenderness was gone. With each of your legs now trapped in his hold, he pulled you towards the very edge of the table. 

Once he was satisfied with your closeness, his focus switched to his access. He simply wasn’t content to leave your legs bent up at either side of him; so, he rested the backs of your legs against his shoulders and leaned forward until you’d nearly folded in half. 

He didn’t need to use his hand to center himself prior to entering you. His body understood the proportions of yours automatically; like you were puzzle pieces created to fit perfectly together. Though his intention may have been to penetrate you slowly, centimeter by centimeter, your slick was overwhelming. The usual ache you felt upon acclimating to his size was drastically reduced; and he bottomed out quickly, cursing. 

The fullness you felt was euphoric, and it left you mewling hopelessly under the weight of his body. He was buried deep, throbbing as your walls constricted around his width. It shocked your system when he slid out almost completely only to drive himself back into you. 

“Like a fucking vice grip,” Yoongi hissed as he picked up his already brutal pace. Every curve, every vein dragged maddeningly along your walls as he fucked you. “Do you hear how wet you are? Shit – your pussy is begging for me.” 

The only thing louder than the squelch of your cunt was skin hitting skin; close behind was the way your name spilled from his lips in a flurry of expletives. You, on the other hand, were nearly incoherent. With every thrust, he knocked another thought loose until eventually, you had nothing left.  Relentlessly, his cock grinded against your g-spot, leaving you too mesmerized to recall your own name. 

There was a sheen of sweat above his knitted brows; and his bottom lip was now trapped between his gritted teeth. He was close and you knew it. The depth of his thrusts didn’t falter, but his steady pace was getting harder for him to maintain. You felt the rubber band inside you beginning to fray - on the brink of snapping and shooting you into orbit like a sling-shot. 

“Baby,” The soft, shaky voice caught his attention. He opened his eyes and focused hard on you – your flushed cheeks, and trembling lips. As he surveyed you, his resolve began to evaporate; his expression softened immediately. There he was: your Yoongi. “You’re gonna make me come again.” 

As your walls clenched tight around him, the edges of your vision began to blur. You watched his face as he came shortly after you, studying how delicately his eyelashes fluttered as the warmth of his release filled you. In that moment, it was the two of you, toppling in slow-motion off the edge of the universe. Irrevocably in love - heaving chests, shuttered moans, names whispered in the place of prayers. 

He shifted his arms to allow your quivering legs to fall from his shoulders. When the hands on either side of your head could no longer hold up his weight, he collapsed onto you. With his face nuzzled into the crook of your neck, you could feel his breathing begin to slow as his cock softened inside you. 

You were nearly delirious when you felt his lips buzz against your skin. You were too far gone to understand what he was too exhausted to communicate. “Hmm?” You hummed, wordlessly asking him to repeat himself.

He groaned with the effort of pulling himself away from your embrace. He only traveled far enough to glance over at you. “I said, I think several of my past lives just flashed before my eyes,” He stated matter-of-factly. Within seconds, his eyes crinkled up at the corners and his grin grew. That soft chuckle wasn’t far behind. 

“I don’t know where I am.” You admitted with a sheepish laugh. After a moment, you amended that thought, “I don’t know who I am.” 

Yoongi placed a gentle kiss below your ear – the only part of you he could reach without sitting up fully. “I have no idea. How did you get in my house?” As you rolled your eyes, he bumped the tip of his nose against your jaw, too tired to tease you much more than that. “But now that we’re both completely spent, I’d like to go back to being soft with you – for now.” 

He tried to wink at you, but both of his lead-lined lids closed in unison.  You hummed thoughtfully as you ran lazy fingers through his hair, like the decision required serious deliberation. You paused, then giggled.  “Permission granted, my love. You may proceed.”

He was quiet for several moments before he stood bolt upright. Startled, you propped yourself up on your elbow and looked to him. He turned towards the booth and then back to you.

His eyes were wide as a blush swept over his cheeks. "Aegiya, did you forget to stop the recording?"

Sequel (posted 12/11/22).