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FORGIVELESS - IX - BETTER WATCH HOW YOU THINK OUT LOUD, IF IT'S 'BOUT ME THOUGH 📜

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Note: We made the magic number 🎊, sorry to post so late but I know you guys dont like to wait a moment longer than necessary.

Pairing: Rio (Good Girls) X Reader

Word Count: ~2.7K

Warning: The usual apply. Trigger warning for all the toxicity that comes with Narc abuse.

Summary: This chapter is sunshine and a storm. Rio and the Reader enjoy a day out together in Mexico. Their last day abroad together only makes their bond stronger. The rest you'll have to read and see 😉

IX - BETTER WATCH HOW YOU THINK OUT LOUD, IF IT'S 'BOUT ME THOUGH 📜

Sitting relaxed Rio watches the sun cast golden hues on you as it prepares to set. The ocean sprays along the boat as dolphins lead the charge ahead of the boat ushering you back to the resort. The day had been incredible. The two of you had shared several moments of firsts. Your connection could not be denied. It was way too strong so much so that you felt like you were in sync. Turning around you find Rio watching as you hold over the edge of the boat to watch the dolphins. Your eyes find each other and he nods giving you an encouraging smile. He admired how much you enjoyed every bit of effort he put into the trip. It makes him want to do even more to keep a smile on your face. He made a mental note to tip the member of the hotel staff well for recommending the set of excursions that he had. Rio had asked what were the bestsellers for couples and women and then booked accordingly. The day started ziplining which was rough considering the night's festivities but after a nap during the ride to swim with dolphins you were ready for the day. He’d been around you long enough to detect any personality defects, and found none. Building a business meant great people management skills. He couldn't think of any sensible reason for James’ cheating. Instead, he understood why James was being such an asshole about letting you go. Smiling Rio takes a video of you looking at the dolphins happily. Wearing a cheeky bikini bottom and short sarong, the video would only be for him but he would keep the memory nonetheless.

“Rio, come see!” you call him over. He obliges despite not giving a single fuck about the dolphins, fish and everything else exciting you at the moment. He smiles mostly at your excitement. “It’s so gorgeous, thank you for this” you smile looking up at him.

“You’re welcome” Rio nods.

You sit enjoying the sunset as the boat takes a scenic way to the doc by the resort. Rio settles feeling you next to him, his mind is on what will happen when you return home. There were a couple of properties he was managing, he would schedule some showings and do his best to respect your need for space if that's what you needed. Only he’d already started shifting his schedule to be around most nights, he would have to find someone to keep eyes on James too just in case the entitled fuck decided to do anything sneaky.

“Did you have fun?” you ask, interrupting Rio's thoughts. He smiles nodding, he did but not for the same reasons as you.

Rio nods, “I enjoyed myself.”

“I don't think you did” You respond both amused and appreciative that he’d taken the time to make today all about you and your enjoyment.

“I enjoyed seeing you enjoy yourself. I like making money and taking care of my people.” Rio says, a simple man. Looking him over you realise he’d revealed no vices during the entire trip. He didn’t drink too much and there were no frequent smoke breaks. His eyes never lingered on the assortment of scantily clad women scattered around the resort. No flirting, or whispering on the phone and he seemed too proud to lie. He’d also managed to make you feel considered every step of the way.

“Well I had an incredible time, I’m really really really happy you invited me out here and made it so special.” you smile smothering him with quick kisses in your giddiness.

“I know,” Rio nods, pecking your forehead.

Getting off the boat you walk hand in hand with him through the resort and towards your room. You pass by a group of his family eating and the smirk on Nick’s face is unsettling. Marisol looks apologetic but it’s Tia’s eyes that catch yours. She stands coming over and pulling both you and Rio away.

“Rio, can I talk to Y/N quickly?” she asks.

“No” Rio interjects holding your hand tighter. “What is it?” He asks.

“Come here sweetie” Marisol says standing and reaching for you only for Rio to grab your wrist.

“She ain’t going nowhere, what the fuck is up?” Rio snaps getting upset.

“She's married” Nick mocks glaring at Rio. Everyone tenses but Rio who relaxes much to everyone's shock.

“See, I told you there was more to the story!” Marisol says to Nick reading Rio’s body language and Tia rolls her neck at Nick with folded arms.

“What happened?” you ask.

“James, whoever the fuck that is messaged all of us.” Tia signs and Rio loosens his grip.

“What did it say?” you ask as your anger surges. She hands you her phone allowing you to read it.

Hello Tia, I regret to inform you that I have discovered an ongoing affair between your cousin and my wife. This situation has caused immense pain and distress to our family. I am reaching out to you in hopes that you can address this matter with your cousin directly. It is crucial that this affair ends immediately for the well-being of all parties involved. My wife and I have a loving relationship, and this indiscretion is merely a result of her current state of boredom and emotional instability. Continuing this affair will only lead to more hurt and damage. I implore you to intervene and help put an end to this destructive behaviour. Your cousin risks significant emotional harm if this continues. Please, for the sake of both our families, help bring this to an end.

Looking up from the phone embarrassed isn’t the word. You flush overheating as you become nauseated. Your eyes water looking at the lies.

“He sent this to all of you?” Rio asks, having read the message too.

“Everyone tagged me on my story last night, got one” Tia explains.

“Christopher” Marisol interjects as Rio’s anger reaches a ten.

“You okay?” Rio asks, taking your chin. Blinking you close your eyes and tears run down. “Hey, he’s lying don't cry” Rio says trying to calm you down.

“I need some time alone” you swallow turning away from the crowd as the walls close in around you. Your hands and face are hot. Emotionally unstable?! You feel it now as you head to the room feeling crazy. Heading into the room you try to regulate your breathing and manage to dial James number from memory. It goes to voicemail but youre so angry you call five more times until he picks up.

“Who is this?”James’ voice says grating your nerves.

“You piece of shit!” you shout.

“Mexico really!?” he shouts back. “And youre so fucking messy youre there with another man, and you have the audacity to post him and be kissing him at the airport while being married-”

“You're so beyond unbelievable JAMES!” You scream. “YOU’RE FUCKING A BIMBO FOR MONTHS AND I DON’T CALL HER, I DON’E MESSAGE HER I LEAVE YOU TO ALONE! YET YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE THE DECENCY TO DIVORCE ME AND LET ME BE IN PEACE. YOU ALWAYS TOLD ME KEEP PEOPLE OUT OF OUR RELATIONSHIP AND YOU MESSAGE HIS FAMILY WITH BULLSHIT ABOUT US BEING IN LOVE. I WAS EMOTIONALLY UNSTABLE WHEN I SAID I DO AT THAT ALTER, I’VE BEEN EMOTIONALLY UNSTABLE OUR ENTIRE RELATIONSHIP TO LET YOU TREAT ME LIKE AN AFTERTHOUGHT AND A PERSONAL ASSISTANT BUT I’M DONE WITH THAT. I’M DONE WITH YOU! DON’T CALL ME OR MY MOTHER OR ANY OF THE PEOPLE I ASSOCIATE WITH.”

“Calm down” he responds, gaslighting you further. You nearly blow a gasket. There's a knock at the door and you swallow trying to remain calm as you head to the door. Marisol’s sympathetic expression awaits outside the door. Overwhelmed, you step back to let her in. If you could disappear you would.

“Baby, where are you? I’ll book a flight and be there as soon as you need me to be” James continues driving you crazy.

“James, I don't want you and after what you did today I never want to see you again, don’t call me, don't write me, don't call my mom, my friends or my family!” you snap.

“Then stop posting! If you wouldn't have posted for everyone to see I wouldn't have had to intervene you're taking this too far. This guy whoever he is doesn't mean well, you're vulnerable he's taking advantage” James’ words are just more manipulation.

“Speak for yourself” you scoff. “I’ve never done anything to deserve what you did and what you’ve done to me today” you snap.

“I’m not sorry, at least it made you call,” he says, making your ears ring. It’s Marisol that hangs up the phone on your behalf. You take deep breaths as her eyes hold yours. She looks horrified.

“I’m sorry I’m ruining your wedding trip” You apologise, feeling horrible.

“The fact that you're even apologising after that tells me everything I need to know” she swallows, shaking her head at James' abounding audacity. “I’m sorry about Nick, he thinks you're too good for Rio and it would be a funny aha moment if you were playing him. It was just a shocking message you know” she apologises.

“Marisol, there’d be no apologies if it weren't for my drama on your wedding vacation.” You apologise.

“Girl, there’s always drama. I don't care about a party more than I care about a human being. James will pay for this mess I promise you that. Nick owes us big time for that stunt back there, I can imagine your divorce hearing will be expedited and after those messages. We’ll explore an injunction for both a gag and restraining order. Besides, his actions will do wonders for pain and suffering - extra alimony. We can talk and I can report on emotional abuse.” Marisol says in full therapist, problem solver mode.

“Really?” you can't contain your surprise.

“Really sweetie, now that you're okay I’ve got to make sure Rio doesn’t kill the guy or Nick first” she says.

“Please, James isn't worth it the drama” you mutter.

“I will try, just decompress and relax unless you want me to call him here?” Marisol asks.

“It’s alright, just please apologise to everyone for me” you repeat and she smiles.

“Fuck that asshole James” She says and theres a knock on the door. You open it and Tia walks in with a tray of treats. Marisol leaves and Tia stays sitting with you in the cozy living room. It’s the venting session you’ve missed out on. You video call your mother too and the three of you talk everything out. It ends letting you feel lighter. You order room service and eat with Tia once your mom ends the call. You tell her about your day trying your hardest not to let James ruin all of Rio’s planning. It’s how he finds you when he comes in smelling like weed. His energy is tense as he nods heading in the bathroom.

“You think he’s mad at me?” you ask Tia as she checks her phone.

“Nope” she smiles showing you a video of you and the dolphins today. There’s no caption, only the business is tagged as well as you. You smile too. “Your James might be used to winning, but nobody beats Rio” she says getting up.

“It’s dark Tia, let me walk you back to your villa” Rio says emerging from the bathroom.

“I was leaving, asshole, you don’t have to be like that and rush me out” she stands fanning him off.

“Keep playing with me and I’ll tell Granny what you be doing with her zucchini loaf” Rio warns. Tia deadpans pretending to zip her lips.

“Y/N say you have an allergy. It’s dis-gus-ting!” Tia warns, making you laugh.

“Can I come with you guys?” you ask.

“You don't need permission, you're grown” Tia smiles, linking arms in yours. The walk to Tia’s side of the resort is about ten minutes and full of her colourful personality. Once she’s settled you take Rio’s hand he hasn’t said much to you since James stunt. He takes your hands and kisses them before pulling you in.

“Don’t apologise” he says before you can.

“I made you look bad to your family” you say.

“Nah, you made Nick look terrible. Everyone sat there ripping him a new one. I don’t owe them explanations but I told them about James and it’s settled” Rio says and you smile feeling overwhelmed by his support.

“I’m happy he cheated. If he didnt I wouldnt be here with you. Today was amazing and you’ve been a godsend through all of this. I know you tell me not to thank you but I really appreciate everything” your words are from the heart.

“You deserve it, people always get what they deserve. James will too for making you cry” he says and you nod trusting him with a smile. Ready for war you post more pictures from today to fan the flames. Rio’s family members along with yours rally in the comments hyping you up. You ignore any DM’s from James' family and smile when you see Tia addressing the chaos in your comments, airing out the truth to James. You watch attentively, refreshing until the comments from disgruntled family members of James’ start disappearing and make a mental note to take Tia to dinner.

Rio sits on the couch watching it too from his personal phone getting more and more pissed. Having had it with showing restraint he calls his people, as much as he wants to personally make James pay there’s no way to from here. He gets a two for one special on James taking both of his women out of the picture. His instructions are as follows. Make Japan an offer she won’t refuse to leave town and end communication with James. Scare her real bad. It’s the least of what she deserves for being complicit in your harassment. It has to be done tonight. Rio wants absolutely nothing to allow James to feel safe or content in his life. No woman to slide into, no one to listen to him, no one to call. James couldn’t play with you, not anymore. His mental health accusation would ultimately come back to bite him in the ass when Rio was through. Rio’s second set of instructions were for the cheating bastard James himself. He knew James would be at a bar tonight. He was the type. First Rio’s boys would be friendly while James drank. After James started talking too much they’d start to taunt him quietly. With the liquor in his system it wouldn't be long until a fight started. Only James wouldn't win this one getting the brakes beat out of him. He’d tried restraint but it was clear now more than ever that James needed to be broken and put out of commission. Nothing else would stop him from messing with you.

Pausing from the instruction Rio ponders if there’s anything else. Hearing the bedroom door open he ends the call after giving his people the green light.

“You alright?” he asks, eyeing the third of your lingerie sets. He makes a mental note to check the tags and buy out the store. When you sit in his lap instead of the free seat beside him he relaxes instantly.

“Yeah, you?” you ask him as he adjusts you for his own comfort.

“Better now” he nods.

“I’m exhausted from today baby, can you come to bed so we can sleep?” you ask him and he sees it in your eyes. He had a romantic dinner planned to commemorate the last night. He’d planned to ask you to be his properly, officially to clear any confusion but of course James fucked that up.

“My ego isn't so fragile you gotta tip toe around being tired mama.” Rio smiles reading between the lines. Though his appetite for you felt insatiable he didn’t view you as his personal sex-slave regardless of any jokes he’d made in the past.

“It’s not about your ego Rio, I know what it’s like to be unappreciated and I don't want to be that person” you yawn. Rio leads the both of you to the bedroom. Pulling the sheets back he watches you get under the covers first before settling in himself. You fall asleep in no time but Rio’s slower to go. He watches you sleep, each breath quells his anger until he drifts off too knowing ain’t shit sweet or peaceful for James tonight.

Author's note: Whew, chile this one was a rollercoaster. I feel like thats how it goes sometimes, unfortunately. Can we believe the ish James pulled? Like the audacity of him to send that mass message. At least Rio has some real ones in his family. Let me know what your favourite part was?

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#rio good girls #rio x reader #rio x you #good girls rio #masterlist #manny montana x reader #rio good girls imagine #manny montana fanfiction #rio good girls fanfiction #rio imagine #forgiveless

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batbirdies · 2 months ago

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What are your top fanfic recs for 2024?

aha!! I am late answering this as usual but I went through all of my bookmarks made in 2024 to pick out my favs and I saved the links in an email draft and then when I went to make this post it was poofed gone so then I abandoned the idea but am back, recollecting links here and half rereading them as I go lol.

So these are some of my particular fav fics read and bookmarked in 2024, not necessarily that were published in 2024. (Though I think most of them were)

Also I don’t know if most of these authors have Tumblrs or what their handles are if they do, so if you recognize one and know it please tag them! Or let me know and I’ll edit in the tag.

So:

Ground Control to Jason Todd by TheThoughtsThief [22,520 words]

Jason died at fifteen years old. He recalled a light, searing and white against the expance of a black sky and the nothingness of space. He recalled a star, speaking to him with a morose calm. Then, finally, he remembered the universe giving him a second chance at life. A few years down the line, he goes chasing after myths to figure out why.

Or, a Dick and Jason space road trip au featuring Japanese death poems, Shakespearean tragedies, and Abba's greatest hits.

My first bookmark of 2024! This fic is super unique. I’m not usually big on AUs but road trips are my jam so I gave this one a shot and the ~vibes~ are impeccable. It’s soft and flowy and the recurring poetry and the relationship between Dick and Jason and the willowy liminal space experiences… so good.

Hope is the Thing with Feathers by TheSilencer [13,106 words]

"Oh." Nightwing said. "It's your first time."

"My what?" Jason said.

"It's like 'The Time Traveler's Wife.' Except I'm not your wife. Not that I'd be a bad wife, but not for you. That'd be gross - Wait, is that movie even out, yet?" Nightwing rambled, and Jason stood up on wobbly legs. "Shoot. I guess it doesn't matter. Not relevant -"

Or Jason Todd is a time traveler, and Dick Grayson is always his destination.

A story about brothers doing their best.

Basically what it says in the description. Jason randomly moves through time throughout his life, always landing where Dick Grayson is. sometimes Jason needs Dick, and sometimes Dick needs Jason, and neither of them ever really has the full picture of what’s going on. But they do their best for each other<3 they’re brothers your honor 😭😭

Still hurts underneath my scars by valkyriered [2,928 words]

“Stop.” The man in the purple suit says, and Jason freezes.

“Stay there.” He says. “Don’t move.”

Jason tries to lurch forward, has some half-prepared snark about being told what to do, and he finds that he can’t. He can’t even move his arms. His eyes dart around the empty warehouse. Fuck. “Who are you?” Jason demands. “What is this?”

The man doesn’t even look over at him. “Stop talking.”

I’ll warn, this fic says “no archive warnings apply” but there is heavy implication of previous sexual assault. No direct references but it’s definitely there.

The use of Killgrave in this is stellar, I still find him one of the most terrifying villains I’ve ever watched or read about in anything I’ve seen. The moment is small and doesn’t even seem that bad on the surface but the writing puts you in Jason’s head and you can feel how frightening it would be, and how scared Jason really, really is. Has made me think about using Killgrave in a fic sometimes cause it truly has some juicy potential.

There is comfort, and Selina is great in this, but it is from Jason’s POV and he is still pretty Not OkayTM when it ends, so just, you know, be careful with yourselves. It’s very well written and Jason is well taken care of by his loved ones in the end but it’s a hurty one.

Displacement by @imbecamiel [21,244 words]

“He’s dead,” Tim said, blankly.

“Look at me.” Jason ducked his head to catch Tim’s eyes. “Hey, look at me. You didn’t kill him. You just shot him. No big deal, right? You’ve injured lots of people. Just part of the job. Doesn’t matter it was with a gun this time. Doesn’t change anything. I’m the one who killed him. You’re fine.”

Loooove this fic. Tim accidentally fatally shoots someone in self defense. Jason is there, sees Tim panicking, and finishes the job himself so he can take the blame.

The relationships in this fic are so good, and the CHARACTERS are just SO GOOD. I started to say a lot more but then I just started summarizing the whole thing and spoiling it. Just know that Jason and Tim’s interactions in this are great, and Bruce and Jason have SUCH a good and satisfying end to their arch in this, which is so important to me and can be hard to find.

A Sad Song With Nothing To Say by WakingNightmares [14,805 words]

It starts with the Make A Wish foundation, and ends with a funeral.

Which, Bruce supposes, is unfortunately how things involving the Make A Wish foundation usually work. But what happens in-between catches him completely off-guard.

Ok, know first that this fic isn’t really my usual fair because it’s heavy on the hurt and light on the comfort. Be prepared if you decide to read this one.

A young gotham boy dying of cancer uses his Make A Wish Foundation wish to meet The Red Hood, more as a joke than anything, not expecting it to actually happen. The boy has no one else, he’s dying alone and in pain, and Jason can’t do anything about the pain but he can keep him from being alone. So he stays with the kid, whenever he can, and soon the other bats start helping, so he’s not by himself. But Jason grows attached, and Bruce knows, they all know that it is not going to end well. That the devastation this is going to wreak on Jason will be no small thing. But no one really has the heart to do anything but help.

Like I said this fic is damn well agonizing but it hit me in such a cathartic way. Because it’s devastating. The story is so painful, but everyone is helping. Everyone is there. There is so much love in this fic and as much comfort as can be offered even if it is not nearly enough. And when it ends—Bruce is there.

Open Line by @lurkinglurkerwholurks [2,140 words]

Dick pinched the phone between his ear and shoulder as he pulled the crate down from the top shelf. The line rang twice before connecting.

“Hey, you busy?” Dick stepped down from the stool and carried the crate to the table, popping the top and flipping it off to the side to reach inside.

“Everything okay?” Bruce asked. His voice sounded close, like he was in a small space.

Dick is dealing with some unexpected grief and Bruce is a good dad. That’s all you need sometimes, you know?

Eat Your Heart Out by Lishalalalala [35,527 words]

What people don’t expect of Bruce Wayne is his ability to love in such a detailed way. What people absolutely expect of Jason Todd is his ability to show up at the worst place, at the worst time, every damn time. But not all late-night calls from the hospital are bad, not all galas are bad, and not all of Bruce's culinary attempts are bad. Featuring food; Jason's self-esteem issues, his complicated relationship with food; and the different ways confidence can be filled. Also featuring one Bruce Wayne trying his best.

(Endeavoring to grow up shouldn’t have been this hard considering it’s the second round for him. )

A story of Bruce and Jason revolving around each other, pinging off in different directions when things don’t go well. Of love shown through food. Of Jason’s skittish and slow acceptance of that love.

Each chapter is its own scene, little time skips between, building on each other to craft a very soft picture. This fic makes me ache in such a way. It’s poetic, it manages to make sweet, nostalgic moments stab you in the heart. Very recently completed, and I still need to leave a comment on the final chapter, whoops.

Also gives a well thought out and reasonable explanation for Bruce’s poor cooking skills lol.

Thats all from 2024, but im gonna cheat and also add one from this month cause I read it yesterday and have been gushing about it since and there’s so little Steph and Bruce fic out in the world, it needs more love.

If they could only remember/which one is you and which one/the source of all fire by @luvo27 [9,086 words]

When she’s not with him on patrol, he knows she’s often patrolling on her own. When she’s not patrolling on her own, he knows she’s wandering around Gotham. She doesn’t spend a lot of time at home, not even after her father died. She seems, Bruce thinks, like she’s lonely. He clears his throat. Stephanie looks up from her phone. Bruce can read the screen upside down, she’s still looking up solar eclipses. An idea starts to form in his mind. He starts to ask, “Do you…would you—the path of totality crosses over Vermont. Or the state of New York.” “Yeah,” Stephanie turns her phone to face him. “I was looking at the maps.” “That’s a little over seven hours away by car,” Bruce says.

Or: Stephanie and Bruce take a road trip to see the solar eclipse, featuring: Stephanie Brown and her Stephanie Brown-ness, Bruce Wayne and his Bruce-ness, and grief.

Bruce’s POV throughout. Stephanie is Robin, Jason is dead, and Bruce can see so much of Jason in Stephanie that he can barely look at her. But even in his grief he can’t stop caring, can’t stop wanting to help her. Can’t stop being terrified that she will meet the same end that Jason did.

Bruce is messy and he’s not doing amazing but he’s trying very hard. Stephanie is also messy and not doing amazing, but she is trying very hard. Has a soft ending but deals pretty heavily with grief, so be aware.

Hope you enjoy these!!

#So many of these are very sad sorry lmao #2024 was an emotional time i guess #Fanfiction #fic recs #batbirdies answers #Selkienight60 #Batfam

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borealwrites · 5 months ago

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Plain text list can be found under the cut, along with many other things!!

Wow! Year three!

This is the third year I’m running a Monster March event, and excited!! Also I got the prompt list out super early so theres’s plenty of time!

The collection can be found here, but until then, here are the rules and FAQs. Oh and I guess posting guidelines. The rules and FAQs are taken right from the previous collections, with a few new additions.

Rules:

1. Please use archive warnings when they apply. On that note, Please tag your works appropriately and completely.

2. Be polite to other posters. That’s fairly simple, I think.

3. Don’t overwork or stress yourself. Please.

4. DO NOT use GenAI. Or at least be smart enough to not mention it.

5. All works must be newly created for this event. Sorry, no old or recycled works are allowed.

6. That’s it. Those are the rules.

Frequently Asked Questions

This is a lie I’ve only been asked one of these

Q: Do I have to fill every day?

A: Abso-fucking-lutely not. You could do one day, or you could do seven, or fifteen, or twenty seven, or all thirty-one! You could even do multiple works for each day, if you were so motivated and ambitious. The most important parts are to have fun and not stress yourself.

Q: Is this event 18+ only?

A: I’d prefer it if it was, but I don’t think I can stop people from contributing. Content-wise, no. Post whatever form of monster appreciation you want!

Q: Does my work have to be a certain length?

A: Nope!

Q: Can I post art for this?

A: Yes. I will love you if you do.

Q: Can I post the first chapter of a work but not finish it before March ends?

A: Of course!

Q: Can I combine this with another event?

A: As long as it’s fine with the other event, yes.

Q: Does each day have to be its own separate work? Can I make a chapter for every day?

A: You can, if you want, make one long work. I personally recommend not doing that, especially if you’re crossing fandoms and relationships. Also more individual works means more kudos. But you do you.

Q: Can I write or draw X monster instead of Y monster?

A: No

Q: Is there open posting/Can I post at a later date?

A: Yes! Post whenever you want. I’ll officially be closing the collection in September, so you have until then 😁

Q: Am I allowed to write or draw X tag?

A: Yes. I’m just hosting the collection and running the event. Please tag it, though.

Q: Why do you allow X?!

A: Again, I’m just hosting the collection and running the event.

Q: Does this have to be for a specific fandom? Are Original Works allowed?

A: It can be any fandom! It can be an original work! Let your imagination run free!

Q: Does it have to be about sex?

A: Nope. Love comes in many forms, and this is about appreciating monsters.

Q: Can I use GenAI?

A: No. You cannot. Not for writing, not for your summary, not for art. I guess you could use it for prompts but maybe just find a prompt generator instead. Or send me a message, I can help too. This is about human creativity.

Q: What you have for day X isn’t a monster!

A: To you. I asked one personally and they wanted to be on the list.

Posting Guidelines for Tumblr

My only asks for, if you post on tumblr, are to tag for triggers, and that you @ me. Oh and I suppose if whatever you’re posting has multiple parts to link them to each other.

I’m going to rb as many posts as I get, but if I miss a day, feel free to let me know! If it was a multi-parter, I’m only going to rb the first one, because I have a tendency to get them all mixed up, and then people miss certain parts and. Yeah.

So, tag for triggers, @ me, and link your multi-parters together.

Plain Text List

Monster March

March 1-31, 2025

Alraune

Nymph

Eldritch Being

Yokai

Snake/Human Hybrid

Drider

Dragon

Minotaur

Giant

Elemental Spirit

Robot

Satyr

Alien

Werewolf

Pixie/Fairy

Centaur

Succubus/Incubus

Sphinx

Demon

Angel

Merperson

Shapeshifter

Doppelgänger

Vampire

Nature Spirit

Cryptid

Ghost

Non-centaur Taur

Humanoid Animal

Fae

Free Day

#monster March #monster boyfriend #monster girlfriend #terato #monster lover #writing event

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ihavethedreamies · 1 year ago

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Mine | Jaemin [NSFW]

Na Jaemin - NCT Dream

Rating: M (18+) MDNI

Word Count: ~9.3k

Pairing: Jaemin x AFAB!Reader

Genre: Reader-Insert, Fluff, Jealousy, Friends-to-Lovers, Smut

!!This is smut…if that much isn't clear you should probably leave now!! MDNI!

Warnings: She/Her Pronouns used, Swearing, Kissing, Oral (F! Receiving), Fluffy Smut

Author's Note: This is for my bestest friend in the world. Jaemin is her ultimate favorite and this might very well make her explode. Which is the goal. She didn't ask for smut, but�� That is why it’s a bit more…fluffy/vanilla than my other stuff, because it's for her >3>

There is a bit of cross-over between groups here. Changbin and Felix of Stray Kids are in it directly and Wooyoung of ATEEZ is mentioned.

Fun Fact: the middle pic in the banner is actually of Hyunjin

Revised (1/31/25) - I forgot to change the name to (Y/N), so I fixed it!

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“Hey, you know my friend Changbin?” your friend asks as she applies her lip balm, looking in a handheld mirror. You simply blink at this, considering it isn’t even tinted, and you ponder why she needs the mirror.

“Yes?” You shake your head, looking back to your laptop. You and Yuna are sitting at a table in one of the on-campus cafés. Studying in the library is hard because you two can get kind of rowdy and it’s hard to stay quiet.

“He’s been trying to get me to set him up with one of my girl-friends…” She drifts off, casting you a not very subtle look. You have never seen the guy, just know he’s a gym rat, and he’s friends with your ex. Rubbing your eye as your vision blurs from staring at your screen too long, she leans into your blind spot, which startles you when your eye refocuses.

“What?” You grumble and she sighs dramatically, resting her cheek on the table.

“Please?” She immediately starts to beg, just repeating the word over and over.

“Oh, my god, fine!” You relent, a bit hesitant since he’s so close with Wooyoung. You aren’t sure if it is a good idea to go out with a friend on an ex.

“What if we do a double date?” Yuna can tell you’re a bit hesitant, and the thought of tag-teaming is better.

“Okay, like a double blind-date thing?” you ask and her face lights up.

“Yes! Bring me someone hot.” She winks and you huff. Going over your own friend group in your head, you try to figure out who’s best for her. You immediately throw your roommate Jisung out. He’s way too shy and quiet for her and she’s a lot for anyone. Chenle’s also out, that would be way too much loud in your life since he essentially lives with you as well with how much he’s over. Renjun isn’t Yuna’s type, she won’t go out with guys she claims are prettier than her. Mark is…something’s going on with Yuta that you don’t have time to ponder on. Donghyuck could work, but he, surprisingly, is pretty serious when it comes to dating and isn’t a fan of flings. Jeno? He could work, but you’re pretty sure he’s supposed to be going somewhere for a cycling race. That leaves Jaemin… The thought makes your stomach twinge a bit, but you can’t pinpoint why. His stupid goofy grinning face flashes in your mind and quickly changes to the cocky smirk he wears when he flirts, which he does a lot. You decide you’re nervous for Yuna because he’s such a flirt, but then again, so it she… Deep down, you know you have a bit of a crush on him despite the fact that you had declared you never would. Every time some guy rose in popularity on campus, they’re immediately disqualified. He has been your friend before that happened to him, but you begrudgingly followed the crowd when he rose to be number one pretty fast. I mean, you weren’t surprised and still aren’t, you have eyes. Jeno is also really high up there, but he seems more like a brother to you; he’s like a sweet puppy dog. Jaemin is more like a lion; lazy and beautiful.

“I’ll ask Jaemin…” You mumble to yourself, and she perks up.

“Wait, Na Jaemin?”

“Yes? That okay?”

“Fuck yea, that’s okay, holy shit!” She cackles to herself, and you grumble, typing out a quick message to him.

☀️: Wanna go on a blind date? 🐰: Why would I be blind? ☀️: You know what I mean dumbass. 🐰: who ☀️: My friend Yuna. She wants to set me up with her friend and so we decided to do a double. 🐰: you too? ☀️: Yeah, that's what I mean by double... 🐰: who ☀️: Her friend Changbin. He's one of Wooyoung's friends too. 🐰: hm

What does that mean? There are two ends of the spectrum of messaging Jaemin; you either get very short answers like right now, or way too many emojis.

🐰: hm 🐰: works out a lot? ☀️: Yeah, him. 🐰: hm ☀️: What does that mean? 🐰: wouldn't you like to know

You roll your eyes and wait as the little dots bounce as he types. Then they stop, then start, then top. What the hell is taking him so long?

🐰: wouldn't you like to know ☀️: You good, fam? 🐰: yeh, I shall go ☀️: You shall? I didn't even say when... 🐰: when then

“When are you thinking?” You turn to Yuna who’s typing on her phone, probably with her guy friend.

“Friday night, 7?” She doesn’t even look up from her phone.

“Where?” You get ready to relay the information.

“Uh…he told you to pick.” She sniggers at something else on her phone, so you go back to yours.

🐰: when then ☀️: Friday at 7. 🐰: where ☀️: You decide. 🐰: hmm ☀️: Hurry up, I need to keep working. 🐰: have your computer program decide ☀️: I'm coding a program for the periodic table it can't do that.

He’s getting on your nerves, and you ponder why the hell you even like him. For probably everything other than how he texts, but that’s beside the point.

☀️: I'm coding a program for the periodic table it can't do that. 🐰: Taeyong’s place ☀️: That's expensive... 🐰: so? ☀️: Not all of us are financially stable. 🐰: I... will pay~ ☀️: You will? 🐰: not for him ☀️: I'll make sure it's okay...

“Ask him if he’s okay going somewhere fancy. Our friend started as a chef at some place called Kwangya, but it’s pricey. Jaemin said he’ll pay for us.” You put your phone down to pull up the website to get an idea of the prices. It isn’t like a Michelin star-level place or anything, but it’s nicer than most college student would usually go for. Looking over the menu you see the cheapest entrée is still like twenty dollars.

“Oh, shit, that looks good. Let me ask him.” Yuna leans in, resting her cheek on your shoulder to look at your screen, then she goes back to her phone.

“He said that’s perfect. He’ll also pay for you, he said.” Your friend wiggles her eyebrows, and you exhale through your nose.

☀️: I'll make sure it's okay... ☀️: You're in luck. He's in and will pay for me too. 🐰: no ☀️: No? 🐰: I pay ☀️: It wouldn't make sense for you to pay for me and your date... 🐰: I pay ☀️: Okay, whatever, you two can figure it out then... 🐰: wear pink ☀️: That's not your decision. 🐰: hm

You roll your eyes; he’s so freaking odd sometimes… Most times. After all the details get ironed out, you both go back to studying and working before heading your separate ways around four. When you get back to your apartment, your eyes immediately find a foreign pair of shoes by the door. Jisung’s always sure to put his on the shoe rack with yours, and Chenle’s are normally simply thrown somewhere on the floor, but these are set nicely by the rack. Who’s at your place? Dolphin laughter can be heard from the living room, and you guess Chenle has maybe brought someone. Jisung doesn’t have too many people he knows past the other six. The rest of their friends almost always just have their shoes in a pile or would use the rack…

“Noona~” Chenle shouts in delight as you come in and you can’t hide a smile.

“Hi, Lele~”

“Did you get your program finished?” Jisung’s much quieter and deeper voice brings your attention as he comes out of the laundry room. There’s definitely a third person there, an unfamiliar bag is resting against the coffee table. Maybe they’re in the bathroom…

“Who’s here?” you ask and Jisung stiffens, worried you might be upset. Little does he know; you could never be upset with your most precious.

“My friend Felix.” Chenle is strewn across your armchair.

“The one from Australia?” You make sure you get it right and he nods. He’s looking at his phone as he types, a growing look of distaste spreading over his face.

“What’s wrong?” Jisung asks the other guy, moving to sit back down on the couch, picking up his laptop. You can hear the washer going and you really hope he didn’t put too much soap in again. As you join them in the living room, you set your bag down next to the couch and flop on the opposite end of your roommate.

“Jaemin,” is all he says, and you roll your eyes, understanding his sentiment. Guess he’s being weird with everyone today.

“I hope it’s okay, I might have stained the sink…” A deep voice catches your off guard, and you turn so fast to see the owner your neck pops. He’s…beautiful.

“What do you mean?” You finally register his comment after a few seconds of staring.

“His pen leaked.” Jisung answers and Felix shows you the faded blue stain on his hands.

“Oh, that’s okay.” You assure him, still gaping. He comes to sit back on the floor at the coffee table and gives you a smile made of sunshine.

“I’m Felix.”

“Right, yes, I’m (Y/N).” You introduce and Chenle bursts our laughing.

“You’re going on a double date with Jaemin?” The second youngest looks at you and you groan, slumping further onto the couch.

“I’m not going with him. I set him up with Yuna and she set me up with her friend,” you correct.

“Yuna? Song Yuna?” Felix asks and you nod as you straighten back up.

“Oh, I’m friends with her too. Who is she setting you up with?” He looks up from the pen that he’s holding, probably a little weary it might leak as well.

“Changbin?” When you speak the name, his face shifts from slight worry of the writing device to an amused look. He sputters a laugh, and you aren’t sure how to take that.

“You dated Wooyoung, right?”

“Yes?”

“He’s going to have a field day…”

“Why?” Is that a good or bad thing?

“Changbin’s liked you since before you broke up with Woo.” The blonde huffs another laugh as he starts to jot down notes from his textbook.

“Seriously? I’ve never even seen him… How does he know about me?”

“You were Woo’s background. You might still be, actually…” He mentions it so casually, but you’re once again shocked. You had broken up like four months ago.

“She’s Jaemin’s background too.” Chenle has begun to chew aggressively on some licorice. Your licorice-

“Hey, give that back!” You stand so you can confiscate the candy, and he whines pitifully and loudly. Then what he said hits you as you sit back down.

“I’m Jaemin’s background?!”

“It’s that picture of when you and Renjun fell in the mud at the park.” Jisung finishes and you sigh, rolling your eyes. He always has the embarrassing pictures.

“She’s still Wooyoung’s background?” The youngest turns to Felix.

“I think so…” The three boys fall back into the lull of whatever they were doing before, and you sit and ponder.

“When are you going on the double date?” Jisung’s soft voice pulls you from your thoughts.

“Day after tomorrow, why?” You look up from your phone and he looks deep in thought before he looks at his own phone.

“Just curious. I’m going to Chenle’s for a movie marathon.”

“Avengers!” The other boy cheers.

“Where are you going?” Felix pipes up and you’re once again floored by his deep voice, especially with that pretty face.

“Kwangya. Our friend Taeyong just got the position of head chef.” You reply.

“He’s such a good cook.” Jisung adds and you nod.

“That place is expensive…” the eldest boy’s scrolling through his phone, presumably looking at the menu, then he giggles.

“Order the most expensive thing possible if hyung is paying.” His mischievous smile is freaking adorable. You snap and point at him, “sure thing~”

~θωθ~

“Oh, my god, I’m so freaking excited.” Yuna bounces as she lean over your vanity, putting her lipstick on. Since Jaemin had told you to wear pink, you had your friend do so instead. Her dress is light pink with plum blossoms printed over the fabric, the tight dress ending about mid-thigh and has an asymmetric over-the-shoulder top. You’re a bit worried about her walking in the tallest heels she owns, but she likes being near the same height as her date. She has her hair up in a curled ponytail and long pink crystal earrings. You have already gotten ready and have a natural makeup look on with pretty much just mascara, eyeliner, and lip-gloss. Your dress is a deep purple with a high keyhole style top. There’s a belt around the upper part of your waist and the dress flows down the purple fading into black at the end of a circle skirt. Your tallest heels are barely even heels, but they are black, and you have dark sheer tights on as well. Your black metaling hoops match the bangle you have on your left wrist and the rings on your index and ring fingers of your right hand. Your hair is tied back and flows down your back in loose curls. Not normally one for manicures, Yuna has got you both press on nails instead and yours are almond shaped, simply black with silver accents. Hers are the same pink as her dress with cherry blossoms. She couldn’t find plum blossoms, but most people don’t know the difference anyway.

“I hope he meets your expectations.” You huff and she rolls her eyes.

“Girl, I know what he looks like, I couldn’t care less about his personality. I even broke out my fancy panties.” She smiles and for some reason, this really bothers you. You honestly didn’t know if Jaemin was the type to sleep with a girl on the first date, he doesn’t talk much about his love life around you. You shift on your feet, reaching behind you to adjust the band of your bra through the fabric of your dress. Your bra and panties are somewhat plain, just black with a bit of lace. It doesn’t matter anyway, even if you really like Changbin, you aren’t going to bed him on that first date. Unless he’s like…really freaking hot, which is a possibility. For some reason though, even thinking about it makes you feel guilty. The thought of Yuna sleeping with Jaemin makes you feel even worse, and you try to ignore it.

“Is my makeup okay?” She shoves her lipstick back in her little bag, white with a gold chain.

“Yes. Mine?” She looks over your face quickly and clicks her tongue.

“Of course. Why’d you even ask?” She grumbles and you giggle as she fixes a few stray hairs, then you go out to your living room to wait. Jisung had left only about fifteen minutes ago, peeking his head into your room to say bye. He had gotten a faint dusting on his cheeks seeing you all pretty and dressed up, and he mumbled something as he left. Not even two seconds after you sit in your armchair, your phone goes off.

🐰: Here ☀️: The restaurant? You're like twenty minutes early. 🐰: your building ☀️: Oh, I thought we were meeting there? 🐰: coming up

You shake your head; he has been acting weird the last few days and you wonder why he even agreed to this whole double date. He doesn’t seem particularly into it… When your door buzzes, you don’t even get up as you hear him keying in your door code.

“He knows your code?”

“They all do. They tend to come here when they’re drunk.” You shrug, still looking at your phone. You were scrolling through your pictures and deleting everything of you and Wooyoung. It still irks you a bit that you might still be his phone background, but you aren’t going to tell him to take it off, what if it actually wasn’t? You aren’t sure if he knew about your date with Changbin either, and you hope your past relationship doesn’t come up. When Jaemin finally enters, you hear him come down the hall, evidently still in his shoes. You’re going to scold him when he finally comes into view, but your words fizzle out. Fuck. He’s wearing a white blazer over a black dress shirt. Said shirt is unbuttoned at the top, not starting till a little above the end of his sternum. A tie is tied around his neck loosely, the two ends tucked into his shirt, highlighting the exposed skin. His slacks are black as well as his shoes, and his silver-colored hair is styled up just enough to stay out of his eyes. When your eyes meet his, after you have scanned his outfit, the look is so intense it makes you flinch.

“Fuck.” Yuna whispers and you clear your throat, standing as you grab your bag.

“Ready?” he asks, forcing his gaze away from you. His face softens into a cocky smirk as Yuna comes to stand with you.

“Yuna, right?” He scratches his neck casually and she nods, giving her best smirk.

“Yes. Everyone knows who you are, Na Jaemin~” She finally steps up to him and links her arm around his.

“Let’s go.” You force a smile onto your face and lead them out of the apartment so you can head to the restaurant. As they flirt in the elevator, it’s like you can only kind of hear them, your ears ringing like you had gotten hit in the head.

“Is Changbin meeting us there still?” you ask Yuna, and she nods.

“He should get there around the time we do.” Leading them to the small parking garage next to your building, you get in the car and wait for the other two. Jaemin holds the door open for your friend and she gets into the back where he joins her. You feel more like a chauffeur like that, but you just swallow down the bitter thoughts and leave the garage to head the right way. When you arrive, the valet takes your vehicle and there’s a guy waiting outside near the door. He’s short for a man, but still a bit taller than you, and holy fuck is he built. He has a white button down on, the buttons struggling to contain him. A black vest struggles over the shirt as well, and his black tie rests perfectly on his chest. His sleeves are half rolled up near his elbows, his forearms on display. A thick black watch draws your gaze to his hands, a simple silver band on his index finger. His slacks, also black, hug his thick thighs wonderfully and you wonder if they could split from the strain if he moves the wrong way.

“Woah…” he whispers, recognizing your presence when Yuna shouts his name. He comes to stand in front of you, his gaze scanning but polite. You watch carefully as his eyes trail over your face and neckline, before quickly jumping to your waist and legs.

“You’re even more beautiful in person.” He smiles and your face warms. He takes your smaller hand in his where it was resting on your bag, bringing it to his face and placing a light kiss on your knuckles. You hear Jaemin scoff lightly, and you choose to ignore it, focusing on the man before you.

“Let’s go in, I’m starved.” Your friend groans dramatically and Jaemin holds the door open for her, very pointedly letting it go when Changbin follows. That gives him the opportunity to hold it open for you though, and you nod in thanks with a smile as you enter the restaurant.

“We have a reservation for seven.” Yuna leans against the podium where the host is, and she types into the tablet.

“Name?”

“Song.”

“For four?”

“Yep.”

“Please, follow me.” She grabs four menus and leads you into the establishment to a table in the back corner. The place is busy, but thanks to the ritzy environment, it isn’t overly loud. The black and white décor and furniture is accented with different plants and other green things. Jaemin moves to sit down, pulling the chair next to him out. You wait for Yuna to sit, but Jaemin is staring at you. Changbin shoots Jaemin a look you don’t notice, but your friend does. Changbin does much the same, sitting across from you and casually pulling the chair back with one hand for his friend. Your guy friend rests back in his chair nonchalantly, holding the menu in his hand on his lap, slinging his arm around the back of your chair. You don’t even react, too busy looking over the menu, but the other two sure do.

“Order whatever you want, pretty girl~” Changbin smirks when you glance over your own menu at him, his resting on the table. You can’t help but marvel at his arms where they rest over the menu. His black hair is parted asymmetrically, his bangs brushing over his eyebrows. He’s very handsome, in a more masculine way than Jaemin, who’s more pretty.

“Are you sure?” you ask, Felix’s words flashing in your mind; you want to make sure though.

“Of course.” He smiles, looking back and you nod, ignoring the numbers listed by each meal.

“Hello, I’ll be taking your order today.” The waitress comes over and bows slightly, ready to get your drinks. You simply order a water, not feeling like alcohol, plus you drove. Yuna does order a glass of wine, one that Jaemin picks out. He knows jack about wine, but he act like he knows his stuff; he doesn’t even drink. His order is simply for a Coke and Changbin orders some kind of soda-liquor mix.

“Is this on two tickets or…?” The waitress starts.

“Two, me and her.” Changbin nods at you and before the waitress can start writing, Jaemin pipes up.

“One, actually.” You turn your head to look at him in shock and Yuna smiles coyly, resting her chin on her interlinked fingers. She hums and Jaemin hasn’t even looked up from his menu but to meet your glance.

“I suggested the place, might as well. Tell Chef Lee Jaemin is ordering, so he better cook it really~ good.” He smiles at the waitress, and she flushes a bit at the smolder, but nods and head off. His arm is still on the back of your chair, and you glance at Yuna who bites her lip as she looks over the man next to you.

“What are you thinking of getting?” you ask your date, and he hums, flipping to the other side of the menu.

“The cream pasta looks good, but I don’t know if I would want chicken or shrimp.” Changbin hums, then looks up at you with a smile, “what about you, (Y/N)?” The way he says your name makes your heart thump. Is he normally so sweet or is he playing it up?

“She wants the lobster.” Jaemin doesn’t look up from his menu and you glare at him. He isn’t wrong…you love it even if you don’t get to eat it very often.

“It’s not even on the menu today.” You try not to snap at him.

“I’ll get the cream pasta with shrimp.” You decide.

“Perfect.” Changbin smiles and when the waitress comes back with your drinks, your date orders for both of you.

“Give me the steak.” After Jaemin orders, he takes his menu and yours to hand them to the waitress. Yuna hums, giving you a look, and ends up getting some kind of fish. When your guy friend orders, you grimace. He knows you don’t like beef, even just the smell bothers you. Though, if he’s paying, especially with the prices being so high, you won’t say anything.

“I know we don’t know each other super well, but you’re too good for Wooyoung.” Changbin starts and you give him a shocked look. Yuna looks surprised at the comment as well and Jaemin huffs in what seems like agreement.

“W-what do you mean?” you ask.

“This is the kind of place to go. A beautiful restaurant for a beautiful girl. Let me guess, your first date was at an amusement park?”

“W-well…yes. We were first years in college though…”

“Still, you’re a lady, not a middle schooler.” He shakes his head, and you flush some at the comments. You don’t see yourself as a lady, but it makes you feel special.

“Lady, huh?” The guy next to you kind of scoffs and you roll your eyes. What is his deal?

“She’s more of a lady than this one, that’s for sure.” Changbin juts his thumb at Yuna who sends him a scalding look.

“Fuck you, Bin.”

“I would rather you didn’t.” He smirks, turning to look at you. Letting out a small chuckle, your cheeks feel even warmer, the ice water a nice contrast as you take a sip. Focusing on the older man, you two pass likes and dislikes back and forth, just getting to know each other. You aren’t sure what the other two are discussing, but you can feel the tension leave Jaemin slowly. Yuna is batting her eyelashes every once in a while, and you have a feeling her heeled foot is brushing over his shin, if not higher. You try not to think about it, going back to your date. When the food finally comes, you smile at how good it looks and smells. Luckily, your food more or less blocks the scent of Jaemin’s steak. As you twist the pasta around on your fork against your spoon, as you bring it to your mouth, you notice Changbin hold his own up.

“Cheers?” He smiles and you giggle, bumping your pasta swirl against his, then eat it. It really is so good, and you can tell it’s definitely Taeyong’s.

“I’m surprised I couldn’t hear you from the kitchen.” A familiar voice chuckles, coming up to the table.

“Hi, Taeyong-oppa.” You smile at his comment to Jaemin.

“Hyung~” He coos and you both huff.

“I didn’t know you were going to be here too, (Y/N).” He glances at the other two, “you’re Yuna, right?”

“Sure am~” She seems to be in a flirty mood, her tone is still lilted.

“You are…?” He points to the other guy.

“Seo Changbin.” He nods respectfully.

“Double date?” Taeyong’s gaze moves to you, and you nod. He simply hums before his gaze meets Jaemin’s.

“Enjoy the food, I’ll make sure you get a discount.” He bows and then leaves, and Yuna watches him leave.

“Oof.”

“Really?” You deadpan; she’s literally on a date with Jaemin.

“I need to go to the bathroom, come on, (Y/N).” She gets up, grabbing her bag and you do the same to follow her. You really don’t understand why girls always go to the bathroom together, but you always just literally follow along. When you get in there, another woman is just leaving, but otherwise it’s empty. Yuna goes to look in the mirror, pulling her make up bag out to touch up her eye makeup. You rest your back against the counter, it seems neither of you actually have to go.

“Sorry that Jaemin is being weird.” You grimace a bit, your mouth going straight.

“Well, it’s obvious he’s here for you, so…” She doesn’t seem bothered at all.

“W-what?”

“Oh, please, girl. It’s obvious he’s jealous and just came so he can keep an eye on Changbin. I’m more here to help you not be too uncomfortable, it’s just a bonus I get to flirt with Na Jaemin.” She starts to put on more lipstick, but realizes she still has to finish eating, so that doesn’t make sense.

“Y-you think?” You turn to look at her and she scoffs playfully.

“Here, I’ll play it up and see what he does.” She gets everything back into her bag and you both go back to the table. You have no idea what those two have been doing or talking about, but the tension is thick. After you sit down, the mood lightens, and a smile comes back to Changbin’s face.

“Here, have more of the shrimp.” He picks a few off of his plate to give to you before you can protest. Shooting Yuna a look, she winks, and stabs a piece of fish with her fork, holding it up to Jaemin. She hums and you make sure not to watch, so you miss his side look at you. The small talk continues with your date, and it seems that Yuna has notched up her flirting, and so does Jaemin. You two aren’t so forward, keeping it more innocent.

“Oh, here.” You notice he had some sauce on his cheek, too far away for his tongue to reach. You grab your napkin and dip it in your water so you can get it off. He smiles and the warm look makes your face heat as you sit back all the way down. You yelp when Jaemin curls his ankle around the leg of your chair and hauls you closer to him so he can whisper in your ear.

“The hell are you doing?” His tone is sharper than you have ever heard from him.

“What do you mean?” Your tone hardens as well. He simply glares down at you, and you scoff, aggressively yanking your chair back to where it was, resting your chin on your palm, closing yourself off from him.

“Sorry he’s being a dick.” You whisper to Changbin, but he doesn’t laugh, just sends a look at the other man.

“What’s your deal?” He shoots at Jaemin whose face immediately loses its flirty grin. He can be really freaking scary when he wants…same thing with Chenle.

“I just have a problem with people who don’t know their place.” He raises an eyebrow, and you swallow hard. You really want the chocolate lava cake on the dessert menu, but you’re getting fed up. He offered to pay for everyone, so you stand and angrily sling your bag onto your shoulder.

“Let’s go, Yuna. He can get home on his own.” She immediately follows you and you stop, looking at Changbin.

“I had fun with you, I’m sorry he’s being such a douche. I’ll get your number from Yuna.” You smile, giving him a slight bow and he nods, watching in shock as you both leave.

“(Y/N)!” Jaemin shouts after you and you just pick up the pace. Yuna’s heels click on the tile of the restaurant floor and then on the concrete as you leave. Tears are pricking at your eyes, the warm drops cold in the blowing wind.

“Hey, you okay?” She stops you, noticing your face starting to get blotchy.

“He’s a fucking jerk.” You sniff and she sighs.

“Hey, I’m not mad, I wasn’t expecting the world from the date-“

“Not that, how he was with Changbin. If what you said is true…” You lick your lips, and she wraps an arm around your shoulder.

“The reason it hurts so much, is because you like him. It’s hard to see someone act like a dick when you think highly of them.” She informs you wisely as you both wait for the valet to get your car. You wish you would have parked down the road so at least you could get away faster. Waiting outside means there’s the possibility of Jaemin getting to you before you could leave. Speak…well, think of the devil, and he shall come.

“(Y/N)!” He pushes the door open so hard the thick plexiglass wobbles a bit in the metal frame. You groan and tell Yuna to take your car back and begin to storm down the sideway toward your building.

“Fucking- (Y/N), wait!” He dashes past your friend, and she knows your shorter legs won’t get you far if he goes at that speed. As he catches up to you, you almost take off your shoes so you can start running. You try not to wipe at your eyes, your mascara is waterproof, but your eyeliner would probably smudge.

“(Y/N)!” Jaemin finally reaches you, his hand wrapping around your wrist, and he halts you in your tracks. Why is he so freaking strong? When you try to get away, he pulls you even closer, holding both of your hands to his chest.

“Let go!” You’re full-on crying, and he’s a bit shocked at this. He does as you ask and you’re going to turn around and keep going, but a car -your car- pulls up next to you. Yuna gets out, handing you your keys and you go to get in. Before either of you can say anything, Jaemin grabs the keys himself and goes to the driver’s side. You scoff as he shuts the door but gets in the other side.

“Can you get home?” you ask her, and she nods, waving you off.

“Changbin will get me home.” You nod and get into your car; it’s a bit weird riding in the passenger seat. The ride back is silent, tension rising in the car fast, and you try rolling the window down. Doesn’t help, just makes more noise. You roll it back up, the seal making a ‘shunk’ as it closes. You lick your lips, just watching out the window. No words are said as he parks in your spot in the garage. You want to fester a bit in the car, but he pulls your door open and stares you down, prompting you to get out. You slam the door shut and stomp forward past him to get into your building. You key in the code to the side door and don’t even hold the door open for him. You can hear him following you through and he does all the way up to your apartment. Your door slams shut, and you both stand in the entryway, panting. Sighing, you toed the straps of your shoes and kick them off, storming further into your place. It seems he’s done the same and is hot on your heels. As you leave the entry hall and start to head to the living room, Jaemin grabs your wrist, and you yelp as he yanks you. You find your back to wall; halted just right so your head doesn’t bang into it. His hand slams against the wall, pinning you in, the other one still holding your wrist. You gape at him with wide eyes, your hand held up and against the wall as well. He’s pissed. He doesn’t get mad like this too often.

“What the hell is your problem?!” You try to psyche yourself up, feeling incredibly small. Not only does his harsh gaze make you shrink in on yourself, he fully surrounds you. He scoffs, looking away and you sneer. He finally looks back at you.

“Are you really that dumb?” His tone pierces you and the tears come back, you’re frustrated and hurt.

“What?” Your voice is quiet, your face falling flat. Jaemin licks his lips again, biting his bottom lip before pressing both together hard. His eyes meet yours and your breath hitches.

“You seriously -of all people- asked me to go on a double date with you, but you were there for someone else?” His face is close to yours; he’s so close that you have to tilt your head back to meet his eyes.

“Then, you show up looking like this, but it’s not for me.” He motions with his head down and you shuffle. Jaemin’s leg shifts closer, his knee touching the wall.

“You even went so far as to flirt with another man in front of me.” His words make you look back up to him from where you had been looking at his leg between yours.

“What’s it to you?!” You counter, trying not to move too much, he’s so close, “why do you care?”

“I care because I’m in love with you, and you’re supposed to be mine!” He finally gets it out. All of the fight leaves you and you simply gape at him like a fish. Jaemin swallows, not sure how to take your reaction.

“You…love me?”

“Yes!” The hand pinning yours up pulled away, so your arm comes down to rest limply at your side. Jaemin then rests his hand on your elbow, the hand on the wall shifting so his forearm is pressed against the surface. His forehead meets his arm, the side of his jaw pressing against the top of your head. Your eyes can’t help but fall to the swatch of skin revealed by his open shirt, it’s right in front of you after all.

“I really wish I could have done this differently…” His voice is quiet, the sharpness gone, and he speaks right into your ear. The sound seems to rumble through you, and you didn’t know his voice could go that deep.

“Love?” You finally manage to get out and he huffs, pulling back enough that you can see each other’s faces. Jaemin brings his hand to his tie, and despite it being loose already, he loosens it further and just takes it off. The fabric floats to the floor, and he takes another step back so he can take off the blazer without hitting you. As he sheds the garment, he continues to move away, throwing the jacket down hard. He turns away from you and you slump further against the wall, watching as he rolls his sleeves up, so they bunch above his elbow. You can’t help but stare at his revealed forearms, a watch gracing his left wrist. On his right hand sat the ring he and your friends shared. You had one even, but keep it in your jewelry box and only wear it when you’re all together. The more you look at Jaemin, like really look, you see he’s gotten way more muscular than you even realized. He catches your staring and in any other circumstance he would’ve smirked, but he just huffs, nearly scoffing.

“My eyes are up here, (Y/N).” He clicks his tongue, and he starts to walk back towards you. He puts his left hand in his pocket, holding the right up with one finger out, and he pokes you hard on the forehead. You flinch and yelp when your head hits the wall. Jaemin sighs, letting his arm fall and puts his other hand in his pocket as well.

“You really had no idea?” The question is unexpected, and you honestly have trouble thinking about what he means, still out of it.

“No idea about what?” You shake your head, trying to get your bearings and he sighs dramatically, a slight whine in the sound.

“Me loving you, dummy.” You blink in response.

“N-no?”

“Well?”

“Well, what?”

“What about you?”

“About me, what?” He groans in frustration and sighs really hard again.

“Do you like me back at least?” He finally decides to be direct. You simply blink and he shakes his head.

“I’m going home-“ He backs up and moves to leave, but you stop him, gently wrapping your hands around his elbow.

“Wait.” Your voice is so quiet he almost doesn’t hear, but he halts immediately. His back is to you, so you step closer and wrap your arms around his middle, laying your cheek on his back.

“I…I think I love you too…” You truly don’t know for sure, never really feeling that way before to know. You were still in denial about having feelings for him at all up to only an hour ago.

“You think?”

“I really don’t know… I’ve never felt this way before-“ Jaemin pulls away from you roughly, but then turns to you, his hands going to your jaw. When you open your mouth to continue, his lips meet yours instead, swallowing the start of your next words. Honestly? Best kiss you’ve ever had. You didn’t know if it’s because it’s Jaemin and you like him so much, or if he’s just good at it. With a whine, you bring your own hands to his, lightly gripping his wrists. Jaemin pulls back, his expression still intense, but in a much different way.

“Tell me now if you don’t want to go beyond kissing, because I need to know before…” He drifts off, his eyes still pinned to your lips.

“Y-you can do what you want.” Your words are shaky, along with your body, but it’s more nervous excitement than anything.

“Yeah?” You hum in response and that same cocky grin you’re so used to spreads over his stupidly attractive face.

“Don’t tell me that, love, I’ll hold you to it.” He leans in as he speaks, his lips softly brushing over yours.

“Please.” You nearly cry and he kisses you again. It’s rougher that the last one, deeper, his hand wrapping around your ponytail and digging into your hair, tilting your head to get a better angle. His other hand starts at your waist before sliding down the sleek material of your dress till it lands on your butt. He squeezes and you gasp, allowing his tongue to slide into your mouth. Your head’s swimming, and you aren’t sure if it was from lack of air or just how good it felt to have his tongue tasting yours. When Jaemin finally pulls back, you whine at the loos which makes him chuckle.

“Come here, love.” His arm wraps around your waist, the other going to the back of your thigh, picking you up with ease. You whimper, wrapping your legs around his waist and you kiss over his neck and collarbone as he heads down the hall to your room. Luckily Jisung is at Chenle’s, and little did you know, it’s because Jaemin had told him, “if this night goes according to plan, you will not want to be at home.” And while the plan hadn’t gone exactly as Jaemin planned, the end result is the same. Your door closes but isn’t set in the frame, so he’s able to kick it open. It swings hard and slams into the wall, luckily into the door stop, and he kicks it closed as well. When he gets close enough, he literally drops you onto the bed. You bounce with a yelp, and you stop as you try to steady yourself, your eyes drawn to him. With rapt attention, you watch as he deftly unbuttons the rest of this shirt and untucks it, throwing it harshly to the floor. As he continues, the smirk on his face grows more and more devious, his confidence growing a little too much from your stare.

“Wanna touch?” He teases as your eyes trace every little line and ridge of his torso. Without thinking, you nod, and he laughs. The noise snaps you out of the trance and you frown,

“Jerk…” You mumble and he chuckles, stepping forward slowly, prowling. His right hand grips his belt and the waist of his pants, and when he’s close enough, his hand goes to your chin to tip your head back. Jaemin crooks his eyebrow, and you wilt a bit under the look, more nervous excitement buzzing through you. When he steps back, your eyes go to the hand on his belt and watch as he undoes his belt, pulling it out of the loops of his pants with a snap and it clatters to the floor. Your mouth waters and he tries not to laugh, “Your eyes are gonna burn holes through me~” You flinch back, purposefully looking at his face.

“Look all you want, love.” He says, the smirk coming back. So, you do. Your eyes zero in on his hands, he first removes his watch, letting it clatter onto the floor as well. Same thing with his ring, he doesn’t want the others having any part of this, even it it’s through the friendship ring. Next, and you aren’t sure if he actually does it slowly or it plays in slow-motion through your eyes, but he undoes the button on his slacks, and they fall. You gasp, he does still have his underwear on, but he’s just that much closer to being bare before you.

“You have too many things on.” He decides and strides forward, falling to his knees as the foot of the bed where you sit. His hands go to your hips and pulls you all the way forward so hard and you fall, back hitting in the bed.

“Are these those tights that don’t tear?” His question throws you off a bit.

“Uh, no, they were like a few dollars-“ RIP. He just tears them right at the seam of the crotch.

“Jaemin!” You scold but he ignores you; finishing ripping them and then pull the pieces off. He could’ve just pulled them off normally… When the scraps are discarded, he flips the end of your dress up, exposing your black panties and your face flushes as he just stares.

“D-don’t stare like that!” You cover your face with your hands then, practically screaming when he unexpectedly buried his face between your legs.

“J-Jaemin!” You yelp, his tongue brushing harshly over the fabric, tasting your wetness through the material.

“Fuck~’ He coos at your taste, and you’re extremely grateful he doesn’t tear your panties off as well. What you don’t notice though is that he pockets them as hit mouth meets your bare cunt. Jaemin lets out an obscene groan as your walls clench around his tongue and you whimper. Why’s he being so freaking noisy? Again, startled yelp escapes you when his hands grab your thighs, roughly holding your legs open, preventing your hips from moving. It seems he had planned ahead because when he seals around your clit and suck, your entire body jerks, the air leaving you.

“Jaemin-! Wait, fuck-“ You suck air in harshly, the rising pleasure so intense that before you know it -with one last flick of his tongue- you fall off the edge. He moans as you whine, his voice fading into a low chuckle as your orgasm ebbs. Falling boneless onto the bedding, he gets up from the floor and coos at you.

“Oh, sweet love~” His normal playful tone is weaved with heat, his words seeming to rumble through the room. Gently, he helps you sit up, kissing your neck and jaw softly as he pulls the zipper of your dress down. You let him pull the garment up and off your head, your glazed over expression goes straight to his hardening cock.

“So pretty~” Jaemin huffs in delight, leaning over to kiss you again as he unhooks your bra and slings it somewhere to the side. With a mewl, you feel him pick you up again to move you further up the bed, laying you down softly and making sure your head is settled on the pillow. His next kisses are incredibly soft, going from your mouth to the crest of your cheek, your jaw, neck, collar, sternum, the swell of your breast, then his mouth seals over your nipple. It makes you shiver, but he quickly moves on, kissing to the other side, and licks over your other nipple.

“Jaemin~” You whine, needing more. He smiles -not a smirk- and goes back up and kisses your forehead. The man laughs when your arms lazily wrap around his neck, trying to get him closer to kiss him again. Instead, he lets your kiss over his face, his hands going to your hips and adjusting you, so your legs wrap around his waist. When you he grinds his still covered hard-on into your bare core you let out a low whine.

“I need you to let me go so I can get a condom…” He laughs when you shake your head no, holding on tighter.

“Okay…” He relents, wrapping his arms around you again and you yipe when he easily hauls you up and gets off the bed. Holding onto him like a child, he laughs at your antics, and he stoops to get his pants and get his wallet.

“You always keep one there?” You grumble and Jaemin continues to laugh, going back to the bed.

“No, love. I planned ahead~” He lets out his characteristic little-shit giggle as he lays you down again, just as softly.

“Hurry!” You wiggle, letting your legs fall so he can maneuver and get his tight black briefs off. Your jaw goes slack and the smuggest simper you have ever seen on his face appears. No wonder he’s so freaking confident all the time.

“I’ll fit~” He teases, and you want to get annoyed, but is too distracted as he rolls the condom over his cock, making you swallow.

“You’re sure you’re okay with this?” His hand goes gently to your cheek, rubbing his thumb over the soft skin. You turn your head, kissing his palm and the soft gesture makes his smile soften as well.

“Okay, love.” Jaemin shifts, lightly gripping your hips and you bury your fingers in his soft silver hair as he brings his cock to your core, stroking it through your folds before starting to ease in. You gasp, trying not to clench too hard. It has not only been awhile for you, but he’s bigger than you’re used to as well. Your whole body shivers, and you try to relax and not clench him too much. You watch his brow furrow; you’re tight around him and he can’t believe he finally gets to be inside you.

“Breathe, love.” He smirks, helping you relax as he bottoms out. The walls of your cunt flutter around his cock, trying to get used to the stretch and you try not to dig you press-on nails into the skin of his back. He wants to change that though, planning on having red welts decorating his back when he gets done. When he feels you relax more around him, and your body isn’t as tense, he brings your legs up higher around is waist and gives a very shallow thrust.

“Fuck!” You moan and Jaemin groans, starting a slow pace, not wanting to overwhelm you yet.

“J-Jaemin!” You throw your head back after he fives his first hard thrust, nearly pulling all the way out before his hips snap, carving his shape into your core.

“Oh, love, you feel so fucking good~” He lets out a breathy chuckle, sitting back on his heels more, the angle change letting the head of his cock hit your sweet spot. With each thrust, he fucks a little noise out of you, everyone once and while it’s his name or some nonsense babbling.

“Hold on, love.” He grunts, getting up on his knees more, his strong hands gripping you thighs so hard he’ll definitely leave bruises, and throws your legs over his elbows. Jaemin smirks, rolling his hands and as the head of his cock hits the deepest of your pussy, you cum. It’s sudden, and your breath halts; he freezes, eyes clenching shut. He wants this to last longer, and while he knows he could go more than one round, he really wants to prolong it. You shiver slightly when it’s over, trying to catch your breath and he groans, shifting on his knees and grabbing another pillow to shove under your hips.

“Okay, get ready~” He practically giggles, and begins to fuck you in earnest. Your cunt is sensitive from cumming twice, but it still feels too good, and your mind starts to fog. Your hands that are digging in the bedding scramble, gripping his back, not wanting to tear your sheets. He groans as the rounded ends of your press-on nails dig into your skin, scratching down and leaving stinging lines all over his back. Jaemin chuckles deeply as you whimper and moan.

“You’re so good for me, huh~?”

You whine in response.

“Like my cock~?”

Whine.

“Fuck, I love you so much~” He slumps forward, burying his face in the crook of your neck, sucking and licking at the skin. His thrusts stay hard, but lose their rhythm as he gets closer to his own release. Your hands move to around his shoulders, one still scratching up his back, the other in his hair.

“Love~” You mewl, and he huffs, burying his cock as deep as he can and cums. Someday, he vows to feel the raw heat of your pussy around him… Slowly he pulls out and you whimper, feeling incredibly empty. He realizes that he had only brought one condom…

“Great.” He grumbles, but when he sees you laying there, eyes unfocused and body limp, he realizes that might be for the best. Smiling softly, he leans down, brushing the sweat-soaked hairs from your forehead and lays a kiss there.

“Be right back, love.” Jaemin pecks your lips and gets off the bed. You’re only semi-conscious as he goes and cleans up. He comes back quickly, helping you get under the covers, and he turns the ceiling fan on, so you don’t get too hot. Someone, you manage to stay awake as he takes a cold shower, and you mewl for him when he come back.

“(Y/N)~” He coos dramatically, back to his goofy self. He puts his pants back on, but leaves his shirt off, knowing you’ll ogle him. Giddily, while giggling, he wiggles under the covers with you.

“You’re cold…” You mumble and he nods with a hum.

“Warm me~!” He opens his arms to you, and you tiredly shuffle closer and slump into his hold. You’re too tired to really appreciate laying on his half-naked body, and he soothingly pets your hair, nuzzling the top of your head.

“I love you.” Jaemin whispers and you mumble something, and he huffs, “what?”

“Love you too~” Your voice is slurred with sleepiness, and you near-instantly fall asleep. He soon drifts off as well, but about an hour later, he’s awoke by a commotion.

“Noona~!”

“Chenle, wait!” Jisung shouts after him, but can’t get to him in time as he dashes down the hall and throws your bedroom door open. When all he sees is Jaemin propped up, glaring at him with a lump next to him, the younger stops dead.

“Get out of there!” The youngest scolds, purposefully not looking as he grabs the other guy and hauls him out.

“THEY FUCKED!” Chenle nearly screams and Jaemin collapses to the bed with a groan and Jisung drags him down the hall, trying to get him to shut up. You grunt a bit and Jaemin smiles, you’re so cute. Your eyes flutter open, and he smiles warmly.

“He’s so freaking loud…” You pout and he dramatically acts like he’s been shot in the heart.

“Oh~ So cute~” He envelopes you into his arms, holding you close and rocks back and forth. It forces a tired giggle from you, and you go limp again when he finally lies still.

“You’ll be my girlfriend.” It’s more of a statement than a question and you hum.

“Of course.” You run your fingers over his collarbone, finally getting to feel and see him. Another cocky grin spreads over his face as you don’t hold back, your hands stopping on the waist band of his pants. He smirks, rolling on top of you, making sure you don’t hold his full weight.

“For now~” You furrow your brow, wondering what he means. One day, my wife.

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olderthannetfic · 4 months ago

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No offense, but I don't "Underage Sex" won't be the clarification you think it is since that tag can also apply to romance. There's gonna be a lot of confusion about this and people won't know whether to trigger tag for underage if it's an only-romance fic. Not the end of the world, but I would probably reconsider it.

(The comment was deleted a minute after I grabbed it, but it was made by someone with 668 works on AO3. 668! You'd think that after so long on the site, they'd know its rules.)

I second this. I've written a few underage fics where they don't end up having sex until years later, when the character in question is no longer underage. Or there's no sex at all, but a relationship/situationship is still very apparent. But I still tag it because it very much counts as underage, even if no sexual acts occur. This is just going to lead to unnecessary ambiguity and people running into content they don't want to read.

I don't know how helpful the underage change will be since underage *romance* exists as well in a different context and space than underage sex, since the content warning underage felt like an umbrella term for 'underage (relationship of some kind)'. otherwise if nothing really changes besides making the TOS more clear and userfriendly, this seems pretty good

I don't want underage to be changed tho, I like warnings that can accompass for all underage relationships, not just the s*xual part. Otherwise later on if fics have underage relationships w/o s*x, I wouldn't know and it would be a major jumpscare to come upon. It feels really specific and limiting.

I like the changes, but I do want to point out that for the Underage thing, Sex would then just seem to include that and not romance, too; maybe changing it to Non-Platonic Underage Relationships or something along those lines might be better?

And in the next hours and days, there will probably be a lot more stuff from people who haven't the faintest clue why archive warnings exist or how to use AO3 tags.

Ooh, anon has brought us the good stuff.

~felt like an umbrella term~

No one cares what it felt like to you! The actual rules have not changed!

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I’m not DEAD, Daniel (2904 words) by FeverProject Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Legend of Zelda & Related Fandoms, Danny Phantom Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Danny Fenton & Wild (Linked Universe) Characters: Danny Fenton, Wild (Linked Universe), the rest of the LU gang are also there but they aren’t important Additional Tags: This isn’t crack but it sure is silly, very much so for me, Ghost King Danny Fenton, Tired Danny Fenton, Wild (Linked Universe) is a Little Shit, might be ooc hopefully not, Misunderstandings, just a little bit Summary: DPxLU crossover because I couldn’t help myself. Surprised I didn’t do this earlier considering gestures at my everything Wild has an encounter with the Ghost King. It is definitely an experience.

Uhhh fanfic, yeah. I’m going to explode. Art

Enjoy 👍

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Wild was bored. Which wasn’t exactly a rare occurrence, but it was one that he hated. It was night time now and he was supposed to be asleep, just like everybody else in the inn. But he wasn’t like everybody else, he already slept for 100 years straight, sleeping was only useful to him if and when he wanted to be more healthy. And sleeping every night was generally considered to be healthy, but Wild didn’t care, he needed to move.

Out the window he went, quiet as a mouse. Hopefully no one would notice he was gone, and that he would be back before morning came. But there was an entire forest nearby to explore, and he felt like he could-no, should explore to his heart’s content. The wilderness called to him, beckoned him in. That’s what he kept repeating to himself in his mind anyway, as a way to reassure himself, that as a hero who had saved Hyrule, sneaking out at night and potentially worrying the other heroes wouldn’t be a stupid thing to do. Zelda would’ve thought otherwise, and he knew that, but tried not to think about it too much.

The forest was mostly quiet, save for things like the chirping of birds and crickets. The faint rustling of trees was like music to his ears. There was a light breeze, which felt nice against his face as he ventured further into the forest. He tried his best to walk in as straight of a line as he could, to more easily find his way back. He really wished his Sheikah Slate worked properly in this time, maps made everything much easier. But then he would have to go searching for those towers, and while as fun as they were to activate, took up far too much time, much more than he and his group were currently willing to spare.

Wild was suddenly on edge. That odd shapeshifting, Lizalfos-looking, portal opening thing was still out there. Not to mention the black-blooded monsters that thing infected. Wild sighed as walked, now paranoid and frustrated. After a few moments of that, he finally gained enough brain cells to figure out that he should probably head back. With another sigh, which was more of a groan, he spun on his heel, turning around to make his way back to the inn.

Soon enough, something in the air…shifted, he couldn’t tell what. An oddly familiar yet unnatural feeling enveloped his senses as the sky started to turn into an odd shade of pinkish purple. The few clouds up in the sky, only a slightly lighter shade than the sky itself, swirled around above him, as the space in front of him split. Wild felt his heart drop and his breath leave his body as the rift continued to grow. Green glowing light bleed out from it, lighting up the trees and grass and him. Something was happening, something bad, and it was targeting him. He stumbled back, he had to, he had to get away and yet. And yet. It was calling to him. It was scaring him, the world behind the rift hated and loved him all the same.

Wild had to escape.

Wild tried to breathe, in and out, slowly, calmly, he looked for a way out. Trees, there were only trees and more trees and bushes and grass and even more trees-slowly, in and out, his breathing, his breath. He was alive, and he was going to make sure he would stay that way, bright green portal notwithstanding. The portal was growing bigger, quickly, but not as quick as Wild’s mind was when it was panicking. Maybe that meant that panicking was a good thing. Wild almost stopped panicking completely once he realized how stupid that thought sounded. His panic swiftly returned when a white boot stepped out of the portal. When matching white gloves also came out, Wild went to get out his sword and shield, fumbling with his slate as the person emerged from the rift, it closing behind them soon after.

“Excuse me?” The person asked, their words

echoing, despite the conditions for that to logically happen simply not existing here. Wild stiffened, having only gotten his sword out. But he knew deep within his soul that it wouldn’t be very effective against the higher being standing before him. Yet his grip tightened despite that. He wouldn’t run away, not now, he would try his best to fight this being off if he had to. And if that failed, he would retreat, tactically.

The being was dressed in an odd black and white outfit, having tan skin and white hair. Their bright green eyes, glowing body, and their crown that was literally on fire were very clear signs that this person wasn’t anything he’s seen before. Not to mention the hovering. And the portal they just came out of. And the weird voice-and Wild needed to start focusing on the situation at hand.

The being raised their hands up defensively, “Hey, put down the sword, I’m not looking for a fight,” they said, “I’m just. Looking for someone, yeah.”

“Uh huh,” Wild dumbly nodded, keeping his eyes on them.

“Right, okay, let me just-“ they looked around, suspicious at their surroundings, “-okay, don’t tell anyone you saw me, or that you saw this. Actually, it doesn’t matter, forget what I just said.”

Wild nodded again, watching as a ring of light came out of their waist, enveloping them as they donned a more hylian appearance. They had even odder clothes on in this form, baggy and worn. Their skin was paler and their hair was pitch black. They looked like death in the form of a teenage boy.

“Are you Death?” Wild asked blatantly. Listen, he was curious, he need to know this. The being raised an eyebrow at him, confusion evident on his face. “Like,” Wild scrambled to rationalize his less than rational thought process, “I don’t know, you seem scary? And corpse-like? Are you dead? Am I dead-well, no, I can’t be dead, that would be silly, ha. But are you?”

“Well I am the Ghost King, king of ghosts,” they said plainly, with a shrug, “Name’s Danny, Danny Phantom, and that’s really all you know about that. Listen-“

“Aren’t you like, twelve?” Wild knew they probably weren’t twelve, but this ‘Ghost King’ guy looked pretty young.

“What? No! I’m not twelve, I’m like-“ they pouted, like a twelve year old, snapping their fingers in thought, “older than you!”

“Oh yeah, I’m-“ Wild stopped, wondering if it would be smart to tell the Ghost King that he’s technically one hundred and seventeen years old. “I am at least seventeen! And I look like it as well.”

“You’re the same height as me.”

Wild looked at the ghost, glared at them, walking a bit closer to them. He placed his hand on top of his head and moved it forward, towards the Ghost King’s head. His hand brushed against their hair, but it clearly didn’t reach the top of their head. Wild grinned, well, wildly at the sight of being taller than them. They looked unimpressed.

“You’re the one acting like a twelve year old you know,” Danny scoffed, pouting.

“Says the pouter.”

“Look, can you just help me find this guy, since you’ve clearly calmed down now.”

“And why should I?”

“I’ll make your afterlife terrible otherwise.”

“Fine, I’ll help, gosh,” Wild was probably going to help anyways, he liked helping people. He just wanted to be annoying. “So, who and why?”

“Great! So, I’m looking for this guy named Link,” oh no, “Clockwork-he’s a time ghost, don’t worry about him-told me that he was hoping around other times with other guys also named Link.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Well-okay, you’re annoying so I’m just going to ignore that-“

“Time isn’t real.”

The two stared at each other, and Wild both wanted to punch himself in the face, and thought he was the funniest man alive. Danny seemed to think the same way too, with their bewildered expression suddenly turned into one holding back a lot of laughter.

“Al-alright, that was good I’ll give you that,” they chuckled, “Anyways, I’m looking for this specific Link because they’re supposed to dead, and I’m supposed to like-do something about that. I think I have a picture of this guy that Clockwork gave me, hold on.” They stuffed their hand through their goddess forsaken chest, and rummaged around like their own body was a mere storage container. Wild was instantly jealous of them. Sure he had his Sheikah Slate, but it wasn’t a part of his body.

Wait, Danny had a picture of him. Oh no, they were going to kill him. He didn’t need them to say word for word that they were going to kill him, but Wild didn’t know what else they could do to him. He needed to be on his toes and hone his quick reflexes in order to survive this ordeal.

“Annnd-nope, that’s my thermos-here it is!” They pulled out a piece of folded paper, and just as they started to unfold it, Wild snatched it from their hand and shoved it into his mouth.

“Wha-WHY DID YOU DO THAT?!” Danny shrieked, hands on the side of his head, horrified.

“‘Cause,” Wild responded in a muffled voice, chewing the paper. Tasted inky.

“Okay, you are definitely the weirdest person I’ve ever met, an I know a ghost who whole personality is boxes, just boxes. Actually, I don’t think he’s that weird compared to some other fruitloops I know of-but that doesn’t matter, spit that out!”

“No.”

“You are acting like a twelve year old-no, even twelve year olds wouldn’t do this, you’re five.”

Wild gasped, photo smushed to the side of his mouth, in between his cheek and teeth so it wouldn’t fall out.

“You’re just mad I’m right.”

“Nah uh!”

“Then how about you spit that out, like a normal, seventeen-you’re seventeen right?” Wild nodded, “Right, like a normal seventeen year old would, or I’ll phase it out of your mouth by force.” Wild did not like sound of that. So he spit out the photo, the slobbery mess falling onto the grass. Even Wild was grossed out by what he had done. Danny clearly was.

“You’re going to have to unfold that yourself, I’m not touching that,” Danny looked sick.

“Yeah, that’s fair, I’ll do that,” why wasn’t the paper metal, then he could use his Sheikah Slate to pick it up. Good thing he had some spare gloves stored in it, so it was fine, it’s fine. He started to unfold the paper, Danny peering over his shoulder, both with matching disgusted expressions. Wild was right about the contents of the drawing. His face, blast scars and all, was right there. Wild looked at Danny. Danny looked at him. Wild wanted to punch them in face and run off, but they are a ghost. But Wild still slowly raised his free hand into a fist, retaining eye contact.

Danny began to speak, “So-“ Wild swiftly punched them in their face, and skittered backwards, trying to look for a way back to the inn safely. The ghost had stumbled back, clutching their face in pain.

“Huh, so you can punch ghosts,” Wild noted.

“You can definitely punch this ghost,” Danny rubbed their hurt nose, “Didn’t even get me a chance to speak.”

“Please don’t kill me.”

“I’m not going to kill you, that’s not what I’m here for.”

“Oh.”

“Bet you feel stupid now, don’t ya?”

“A little bit, yeah.”

Danny sighs, pinching their nose, not in pain this time, but annoyance. “So,” they started again, “what I’m trying to do is get you on the ‘Supposed to be Dead but Came Back Anyways’ census. Basically, the name’s a work in progress.”

“And…I’m supposed to do something about it?”

“Kinda? Look, just sign here, and I’ll get out of your hair.” They pulled out another piece of paper out of their chest, with already had a few other names on it in neat little boxes. Wild couldn’t read any of those names, but Danny probably could.

Wild’s face scrunched up, trying to think about what he should do next. They hadn’t really explained their reasoning for any of this, so he still didn’t trust them too much. Maybe this was some elaborate ruse to kill him.

“Will me signing this ‘census’ give me any benefits-will it give you any benefits?” Wild pointed accusingly at Danny.

“Well, are you dead?”

Wild groaned, “I’m not DEAD Daniel,” Wild threw his hands into the air in frustration, “Just use your stupid ghost words to explain to me what I need to do and why.”

“Okay,” Danny squeaked out, “But first off, name’s just Danny.”

“Uh huh.”

“And secondly, I’m doing this because there’s a bunch of ghost legal jargon where your name was already listed on both the ‘dead,’ and then also the ‘not dead’ list after you came back to life. You signing this will help fix that.”

“…Aren’t I time traveling right now?”

“Yes, but it’s still good to note down who had came back to life. Please just make my life easier, this is themost stress inducing part of my job I’ve ever done.”

Wild was starting to feel a bit bad now. So now, with a better understanding of the situation, he took the paper from Danny’s hands.

“Here’s a pen to write with,” Danny gave him a pen from their chest.

“Can all ghosts store stuff in their bodies?” Wild asked as he wrote down his name in the next free box, adding on his title of ‘Hero of the Wild’ in the same box, just to specify things.

“No, but I sure can,” they said with a big smile.

“That’s so cool.”

“I know.”

The two laughed a bit as Wild returned the paper and pen to Danny.

“Well, sorry for not explaining my motivations fully, I’m a bit…tired, ha ha,” Danny rubbed the back of their neck, clearly embarrassed.

“Yeah. Sorry for punching you.”

“Now I’m going to go take a nap. Or sleep for once.” A ring of light enveloped Danny yet again, returning him to his more ghostly form. Then he turned around and held out his hand, before cutting the space there, opening the bright green portal.

“See you in the Ghost Zone, Link! Eventually!” They waved as they stepped into the rift.

Wild waved back, “That sounds pretty ominous, but okay!” Danny laughed at that as he went all the way through, the portal closing soon after. Now Wild was left all alone in the woods.

He needed to get back to the inn.

It took him some time, but he eventually found his way back to the inn. In through the window, as quiet as a ghost, he was back in his room. He flopped down onto his bed, mentally exhausted. He would’ve rather been bored than have had dealt with…whatever that was. Not really, but Wild was certainly ready to go to sleep now, and pray that he wouldn’t have to meet that Ghost King ever again. Not because he was scared, but because he was a bit embarrassed about what happened. He acted a bit stupid there. But none of that mattered now. All that Wild had to do now, was to sleep.

ー

“Has anyone seen the champion yet?” Time asked, looking over the group that were all hanging around the inn’s dining room.

“Nope,” Warriors said with a pop, “He’s likely still asleep.”

“But I’m hungry,” Wind whined, “Captain, do you know how to cook?”

“I know how to make things edible and nutritious,” Wars plainly answered, receiving a few groans from various Links.

“We could just have the food they serve here,” Twilight suggested.

“Champ’s better,” Four retorted.

“How about we all wait a bit longer,” Time said, “It hasn’t even been half an hour since we woke up after all.”

They all muttered their agreements, and choose to occupy themselves with taking count of their resources for the time being. A few more minutes passed before Legend noticed something.

“Hey guys, I think I see the champ coming down right now,” Legend pointed at the staircase, and the other heroes scrambled to see their resident chef stumbling down the stairs.

“Are you doing alright?” Hyrule asked.

“You seem exhausted,” Sky added.

“Ye-yeah,” Wild yawned, stretching his arms, “Ghost problems and all that stuff.” He set out to make some food for his companions, who were looking at him with confusion and concern.

“Ghost problems?” A few of them asked at once.

“Is this place haunted?” Wind looked around with an excited grin on his face.

“Nope, but I sure got haunted in the woods out there,” Wild waved in the vague direction of where the forest was, “Now I’m going to make something to eat, want some?”

Of course they wanted some, food was important. They continued to ask questions about the ghost, but Wild didn’t answer, he didn’t feel like it. Maybe in like, two days he would. But for now, he just wanted to eat some Vegetable Risotto, maybe with a few Endura Carrots thrown in as well. Hopefully, he wouldn’t have to deal with that Ghost King again anytime soon. At least, hopefully not before this time traveling adventure ends.

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