#and maybe I can knock out a chapter or 2 of the story I've been writing

[vitiateoriginator]

I'm finally taking a fucking vacation from my job next week

[st4rfckerz]

2:37 am | stepbro!anakin x reader (pt. 1)

word count: 2.5k

warnings: MDNI 18+, dubcon, stepcest, dry humping, slight aftercare, dead dove do not eat.

summary: during a sleepless night, your stepbrother, anakin comes to your aid.

a/n: this is inspired by a video i saw on twitter AND a dream i had, so i just had to write about it.

pt. 2 here

you never expected your father to remarry after your parents' divorce. but much to your surprise, your father did just that. not only did he remarry, but he also brought a new family into your life - a stepbrother named anakin.

you quickly learned that anakin had a troubled past. he's always got some new story about a friend getting arrested, an incident involving drugs or something else. despite his antics, you couldn't help but find him attractive, his messy hair, constant teasing, and his intense gaze all got you feeling hot under the collar. but you knew he was off-limits as he was your stepbrother, and your feelings for him were something you tried hard to suppress.

it was another sleepless night. you were reading a book in bed, trying to get your mind off the fact that sleeping is just not something your body wants to do. you were wide awake.

you set the book down and looked at the clock that stayed on your nightstand.

2:37 am.

you let out a heavy sigh, then you set the book down and leaned back in your bed, trying your best to focus back on the book. but, as always, your mind was elsewhere.

your thoughts were abruptly interrupted as you heard a few light knocks at your bedroom door.

"who else could be awake this late?" you thought to yourself. after placing your book on your bed, you went to open the door. you slowly open it and raise your head to see anakin.

"you're still up." anakin says in a whisper, his voice quiet and deep. the faint glow of your lamp's warm light illuminated his face, displaying a small grin pulling at his lips. anakin crosses his arms and leans against your doorframe.

"couldn't sleep," you respond softly, trying to keep your voice quiet. "what about you?" you try not to feel intimated as anakin's eyes carefully scanned yours. although his body was slumped slightly against the wall, he still appeared to be towering over you.

"couldn't sleep either, can i come in?" he asks. you stepped to the side, out of his way, and watched as he walked slowly into your room. anakin glanced around your room as you silently closed your door. his gaze lands on the book lying on your bed.

"catcher and the rye?" anakin asked curiously. smirk on his face and his eyebrow raised. he flips through a few pages before taking a seat on the side of your bed.

"i've read about five chapters tonight," you sigh, taking a seat next to him. "still not tired."

anakin snickered quietly before sitting down next to you. he gave you a look that was difficult to interpret until he spoke again.

"it's your little boyfriend again, isn't it?" anakin said as he shifted in his seat. it was as if he was trying to find a more comfortable position to be in. his knee accidentally knocked yours, making your body tense up slightly. he knew exactly what he was doing.

"yeah," you huff defeatedly. "there's just been a lack of communication i guess." you look down at your fingers that rest on your lap, avoiding anakin's lingering gaze.

you often complained to anakin about your boyfriend and how you felt he was treating you unfairly. anakin didn't like your boyfriend and he would often tease you, hinting at how he felt about him. anakin secretly wished that he could have your attention instead.

a small chuckle erupts from anakin's throat. "he doesn't fuck you." he says bluntly. you quickly snap your head up, your wide eyes meeting his. your silence speaks volumes, your attempt to find words faltering before they even leave your lips. the room fills with a charged tension as your face turns hot and pink, a flush of embarrassment spreading across your cheeks.

"maybe." you reply quietly as you look back down at your lap. as embarrassing as it was, you knew anakin wasn't wrong. your boyfriend never made you cum. ever.

anakin knew immediately what he was doing to you. in fact, anakin knew exactly what was really going on in your mind and it was a bit too obvious. he could tell you were sexually frustrated by the way you always avoided his intense eye contact and how you blushed nearly everytime he'd speak to you.

"when was the last time you came?" anakin asks. he drops his head down lower, you could feel his breath on your neck as he spoke.

"i-i don't know." you stutter. your heart begins to race as anakin interrogated you. anakin's eyes moved up and down your body. he saw how nervous you were starting to get and he liked it.

"poor girl, must be really frustrating, hm?" his lips come even closer to your ear, so close that they're almost brushing against your skin. "i can fix that..." he whispers.

"anakin, what are you talking about?" you lean your body away from his.

anakin saw that you tried to lean away but he stopped you. with a firmer grip, he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you closer to him. he lowered his lips to your ear again and spoke.

"you know what i'm talking about, and you know exactly what i can help you with." he purred with a sly smile. "i've seen the way you look at me." you feel his hand slowly traveled towards your exposed thighs.

"anakin sto-" anakin was relentless. you tried to push him away and he fought back. anakin's hand tightened on the side of your face, gripping your chin with force. his lips pressed firmly against yours. your mind went blank and for a moment and you felt a certain excitement building up inside you, despite the fact that you felt guilty about what you were doing. you tried to think of your boyfriend and how this would only make things worse, but those thoughts slowly faded away. you wanted this.

anakin's firm hold on your jaw started to relax as his lips devoured yours. as the kiss continued, his arm that was tightly wrapped around your waist was released and his hand traveled towards your thigh once again, his fingers gently rubbing the skin.

"just let me help." anakin spoke in a slightly deeper, more enticing tone than before. you felt his warm breath on your skin as he softly kissed down your neck, his tongue slowly making its way up your neck. his hand moved to your hair, gently rubbing the back of your head as you felt his fingers slowly creep towards your inner thigh. your veins are filled with an increased level of arousal, and you can feel it pooling in your panties.

the sound of your heart pumping and adrenaline coursing through your body overwhelmed your thoughts. the need to become as close to anakin as possible overtook everything else.

anakin brought you both higher up on your bed and you lay on top of him, his hands wrapping around your arms as he pulled you closer. his lips tasted so sweet and as soon as your tongues met, you felt a rush of sensations, like never before. your breath was taken and your heart pounded in your chest. he moaned softly and you felt him grasp at your hips, pulling you closer to him.

anakin's hands slowly slide down your waist. with a firm and assertive touch, he begins to skillfully remove your shorts, his fingers deftly unfastening the garment and sliding it down your legs.

the sensation of cool air against your exposed skin only intensifies the heat that envelopes them. the tingling anticipation courses through your veins as you remain seated on anakin's lap, your kiss unbroken.

anakin's touch is both possessive and tender, his hands trailing up your legs, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

he pulls away from the kiss before speaking again, "lift yourself up." he said in a soft and low voice, a slight smile forming on his face. you did as he asked and he quickly removed his black, plaid pajama pants. anakin's boxer-clad erection protruded against the fabric, stealing your attention.

"eyes up here, angel." he teases with a knowing smile playing on his lips. anakin's gaze held yours captive, his dark eyes filled with an irrepressible hunger. he pulls you back over towards him, his body against yours.

as you settle back down against anakin's bulge, a soft, involuntary moan escapes your lips.  the sensation of his throbbing length pressing against your drooling cunt sends a jolt of arousal through your body, a sweet ache of desire stirs your senses.

a smug grin dances upon anakin's lips as he observes your reaction, relishing in the control he holds over you.

"just follow me." he whispers. you had no words to say and did as he instructed. you nodded your head to let him know that you heard and understood him. with a firm but gentle touch, anakin's hands find their way to the small of your back, guiding your movements and synchronizing your rhythm. a low, throaty moan escapes his lips.

"fuck." anakin breathes out.

with each rut of your hips, the pleasure builds, your bodies moving in sync. the friction between you and anakin heightens the sensations pulsing through your bodies. a wet patch grows on your panties, a clear sign of your arousal.

anakin's eyes beam with amusement as he grazes his fingertips along the damp fabric.

"god, look at that," he purrs. his touch is feather-light, tracing the outline of the wet patch, sending shivers of anticipation through your body. "you're killing me." anakin lulls his head back against your headboard, catching his bottom lip in between his teeth. his eyes were glued to the way your hot pussy rocked so deliciously against his throbbing cock.

your head hangs low, and your breaths become shallow and little whimpers escape your parted lips.

"feel good?" anakin asks. you nod your head in response. "use your words baby." his words send a spark of electricity down to your core.

"y-yes, feels s'good ani." you pant. anakin groans quietly when he hears you refer to him by his nickname.

"that's my girl." he coos. with a sudden flick of his wrist, anakin lifts up your small shirt, exposing your breasts to him. anakin's lips latch onto one of your exposed nipples, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud. he alternates between gentle sucks and flicks of his tongue, coaxing the sweetest moans from your lips. simultaneously, his free hand palms the other breast, squeezing and massaging it with a firm grip. your back arches instinctively, pushing your chest further into his mouth as you drown in the sensations he evokes.

"ani, i'm close," you whimper as you feel that long forgotten coil begin to form in the pit of your stomach.

anakin removes his big hand from your nipple and returns it to the fat of your thigh. your bodies move in sync, the rhythm building with a fervent need. anakin's grip on your thighs remain unyielding, his strength displaying the control he holds over the both of you.

"let it go angel, cum for me." anakin mewls. you could tell he was close to his own orgasm by the way his stomach repeatedly flexed under your hands.

the knot in your stomach finally snaps, releasing a wave of pleasure that courses through your body. a loud, unrestrained moan escapes your lips, but before the sound can fully escape into the air, anakin's hand swiftly clamps across your mouth, muffling the sound.

"shhh, we don't need anyone hearing us." anakin whispers. as the sound is stifled, anakin's own release crashes over him. his body tenses, muscles contracting as he spills his seed into his boxers.

"s-shit," a string of filthy whimpers escape anakin's lips. you take in deep, ragged breaths, your body still humming with the aftershocks of pleasure.

anakin gently brushes a strand of your sweaty hair away from your forehead, his touch tender and reassuring. he can feel the rapid rise and fall of your chest as you breathe heavily, your body slowly coming down from the intensity of your shared orgasm. anakin's arms instinctively tighten around your waist as you rest your forehead against his shoulder.

"you feel better?" anakin's voice, quiet and breathy, breaks through the silence that envelops the room.

"so much better." you respond with a light chuckle. anakin gently tugs you away from his shoulder. his eyes locking onto the dampness spreading across your underwear. the sight of the wet spot elicits a mischievous smirk from his lips.

"yeah i can tell." he jokes. his fingers trail along the edges of the wet patch, the fabric damp and clinging to your sensitive skin.

"here, let me help you with these." after easing you off of him and onto your feet, anakin sits on the side of the bed. he helps you take off your stained panties, his touch gentle and considerate, his fingers sliding under the fabric to ease it down.

anakin's gaze lingers for a moment, taking in the sight of your glistening folds. with a shaking breath, he quickly turns around, his heart pounding as he retrieves his pajama pants. facing away from you, he slips them back on, his movements slightly hurried as he tries to regain his composure. anakin's pants hang loosely on his hips, the fabric draping casually over his slender frame.

you change into clean underwear and pull on your discarded shorts that resided on the ground. the soft fabric glides against your skin, providing a gentle caress that contrasts with the electric tension that still lingers in the air.

as you turn back around, you see anakin holding your soaked underwear in his hands. you felt embarrassed and awkward at this moment yet anakin's face was filled with a slight smile.

"i'll put these in the laundry room for you." he smiles as he makes his way towards you. a wave of comfort sweeps over you as anakin pulls the cozy comforter over your body after you climb into bed. you feel safe in anakin's presence, his protective nature always made your chest feel fuzzy.

leaning down, anakin's lips press against your forehead. the weight of his lips against your skin sends a jolt of warmth through your body, a sweet sensation that lingers even after his touch is gone.

"thank you, ani." your voice was soft, and almost innocent, considering what had just occurred in your room. anakin turns on his heel, making his way towards the door. the sight of his retreating figure stirs a whirlwind of emotions within you.

anakin steps into the hallway, he glances back, his eyes meeting yours displaying a glint of affection.

"sleep well sis." anakin smiles and closes the door behind him, leaving you snuggled comfortably in your bed.

he locked the door after leaving you to sleep and walked straight into his room, not even taking a look at the laundry room.

as you fell asleep, you wondered how this would affect your relationship and you hoped that anakin wouldn't tell anyone. you thought back on the event, still flushed with guilt, yet something about it felt different. something felt good about it, despite its wrong-ness.

[the-monstermash]

UNBROKEN BETROTHALS pt. 3

Aemond Targaryen x Reader

Synopsis: After running away from an unwanted proposal, you find yourself working in a brothel as a cook. When a certain guest takes an odd liking to you, secrets are revealed and betrothals unbroken

Warnings: Angst, Brothels, Mature, 18+, Eventual Smut, Explicit Language

Word Count: 2, 031

> A/N: Catch the corny tie-in at the end of the chapter. I think maybe one more chapter will wrap up this story.

You were in a bout of disbelief. You'd not left your room in days, taking your meals and guests in the rooms. Sylvi was obviously angry with you, because she’d said nothing about you not cooking. She likely had already hired a new cook to replace you, no doubt planning to kick you out the moment you stepped outside again. Where would you go? Back to the Riverlands was always an option, but you were afraid of what you might find if you returned.

How could you not be? Your entire life you had thought of your parents as betrayers. You'd thought they'd wished to sell you off to some disgusting man, to rid themselves of the burden of you. In reality, what choice had they truly had? To reject the king would be dishonorable, not to mention impossible. They would’ve had to respond immediately, to agree in your stead.

How could you ever think so lowly of them? They'd given you so much love in your youth, how would they ever do something so cruel if they'd had the choice not to? Were they heartbroken at the loss of a daughter? Did they think you dead? Or did they accept that you just didn't want to be with them anymore, and you'd left for a better life. Were they still looking for you? You didn't know which was worse.

And then there was Aemond.

Why had he cared so much? You were of no great house, and your marriage would be of no benefit to him. Your running away should've been to his relief, not his anger. Then, for him to track you down, and push his intentions on you. What was the purpose?

The knock on the door did not make you rise from the bed as it would've a week ago, and you did not call to the visitor like you would've a week ago. Instead, you waited for whoever it was to either let themselves in, or go away. You'd be happy with either one.

The creak of the solid door told you they'd chosen the former.

"Are you awake?" Lauryn's voice pulled a sigh from you. 

She'd come with more questions, or to gossip about what was happening outside of your room.

"If I was not before, your presence has brought me a sense of invigoration." You smiled sadly, patting the bed for her to enter.

She stepped inside the room, but did not cross the distance. Her absence in the door frame was filled with another. A much taller, blonder, guest, that put much more dread in you than she had.

"Lauryn, what is this?" You sat up, crossing your arms and pulling the blankets up to cover your nightclothes. He stepped into the center of the room, hands behind his back, looking around to take in the sight.

"He's demanded to see you." We can not deny him, is what she said with her eyes. You nodded at her and she quickly fled the room, closing the door behind her.

The silence was not comfortable, nor was it unwelcome. You knew if he spoke, it would be about the betrothal, and that would make you think of your family, and you would be back to worrying for your dear family and how they were fairing. You felt so vulnerable, wrapped up in your blankets and nightclothes before him, all alone.

"My prince, you wanted to see me?" You propped your knees to your chest, sure you looked like a big pile of sheets with a head on top to him.

"I wanted to see you were well." He finally took his eyes off your meager decorations, and looked at you. "Have you had any more spells?" You shook your head.

"I'm quite well."

"And have you thought any more of my words?" You sighed, exasperated, but relenting to the fact that he simply would not let this go.

"Of course I have. It's all I've thought about, holed up in this room. That, and where I'll go once Sylvi casts me from my home. Because of you." You wanted to yell, but you just did not have the energy.

"Me?"

"If you'd just accepted my answer, she would have gotten past it. But you pursued, and chased, and you would not relent."

"I'd relented the first time you rejected me, how many rejections did you expect I would take?"

"Relenting would've been leaving me be, not seeking me out here when you knew I was content."

"I did not come here for you, you happened to be here." You rolled your eyes.

"I *happened* to be in a kitchen, hidden away from everyone where *you* found me in search of 'wine’? There was wine everywhere up front, it is a whore house! You knew I was here, and you found me, because you could not accept the rejection. You sought me out, you said so yourself." He blanched at you repeating his words to him. Perhaps he thought you did not remember your last conversation.

"So I sought you out. What is the crime in it? You were my betrothed, and I would not have you running about the world any longer. I demand to know why you rejected me so long ago, and why you reject me now. I am more than suitable for you, and you should have been proud to serv-"

"I did not know it was you!" You silenced him with your yell. "I did not run away from marrying you, I ran away...because I thought my parents were to send me off to some gray man I did not know, and force me to wed him, and I would spend my whole life with some old Lord who did not love me, and I would never live! I was a child, and I was afraid, Aemond."

He was silent for a moment, before sighing and coming to sit at the edge of your bed.

"And why do you refuse me now?"

"I guess I thought if I married you, then I might as well have married the first man. It would've saved me a lot of trouble, and made my family proud, at the very least." He nodded at that and looked away. "Why do you want me so badly?"

He tilted his head, thinking for a second before shrugging his shoulders. You scoffed at that and stretched your legs to leave room for your crossed arms, not believing that he was just pointlessly pursuing you.

"I've had enough rejection for one lifetime. I'll not have any more." It was a simple answer, and given the past you knew of him, you supposed it made sense. He'd been refused a dragon, friends, a father, a crown. You could see how when you, a simple girl from nowhere, rejected him, it might have confounded him, and tipped him over the edge. He seemed deep in thought, or perhaps deep in memory, and before your eyes you saw him regress into the young boy he'd been, when all he knew was hurt and rejection.

In a way, you pitied Aemond. He had led a sad life, but he'd also led a privileged life. and that privileged life often made people overlook the hurt he'd faced as a child. He was a prince, and that made him revered and respected in many aspects, but he was also a scared, hurt little boy, with no respect from his peers and no one to truly turn to.

"I suppose I can understand that." He turned to you, his lips turning up in acknowledgement before he gently laid his head in your lap.

It surprised you, though it shouldn't have. He was desperate for appreciation and affection. That was why he was here, after all, begging you to reconsider marriage to him.

You had reconsidered it over these past few days. You'd thought it over in a hundred different ways, and truthfully, without the added angst of your parental situation, you really had no reason to say no to his proposal. He was a perfectly respectable husband, and with his doting nature, you'd thought he'd treat you quite well. You could see yourself content with him, if not happy.

"I suppose marriage wouldn't be so bad if my husband were agreeable." You gently found yourself petting his hair, making him close his eye.

"Hm." Was his simple answer, a hum of content, yet it prompted you to elaborate.

"He would have to be kind, of course. And perhaps handsome, though not superficial. I would like him to be strong, and brave. Though, not to the point of recklessness. Perhaps a Stark." You looked down at him with a playful smile, and he responded with a chortle. "You're right, I do hate the cold." You scratched at his scalp.

"You'll make an exceptional wife, and I'll make you happy." He turned onto his back so he was looking up at you, his soft eyes gazing up at you.

He truly was beautiful. His features were in total opposition, his long, soft hair, sharp jaw, and sweet eyes all combined to make a statuesque deity laid before you. His hair was almost pearlescent in the way the fire flickered across him, changing the hues in a second, and blending in oranges and reds and magnificent  yellows.

You could not think of a way to tell him you were conceding, and he'd finally won. You just smiled down at him and nodded.

"I need to see my parents." Your voice broke at the mere idea, and he nodded immediately, sitting up and turning to hold your face.

"I'll see it's done. We'll call them to King's Landing."

"Thank you, Aemond.”

He tilted himself just slightly, enough for you to understand what he was asking for. You leaned in enough to meet your lips to his in a soft and gentle kiss. You rest your hand on his jaw, and the other on his chest. He pushed himself against you more to deepen the kiss, pushing you back onto your hands.

His kiss was desperate, and held an air of pure satisfaction. It was not overly rushed, but deep and passionate. You could feel him pour his soul into it, like a beautiful piece of poetry. Every suckle was a sonnet, every sigh a sestina. He pulled your body to his, and it was a haiku, consisting of syllables only spoken in physical language. And you hung onto every single word.

You pulled away for air, but he didn't let you get far, holding his hand to the back of your head, your forehead pressed against his. Your bodies still moved in sync, rising and falling with breath, slowly calming yourselves back down.

"We'll marry as soon as your parents arrive. The very same day."

"Shouldn't you ask the king? I’m sure your family won’t relish  the thought of a prince marrying a common cook. You could marry at a much higher advantage for the war."

"There is nothing common about you. And besides, my father already approved the marriage all those years ago. My brother won't deny me." You nodded.

"I'll see you again? Before the wedding? Promise you'll come see me." He raised his eyebrow at that, clearly confused about something you'd said.

"You're coming to the castle with me, are you not, my Lady?" The title made you chew your lip, you had not heard it in a very long time. “I’ll not have my wife sleep in a brothel any longer, I’ve suffered it long enough.”

“This brothel is my home, and you’ve had no trouble turning in a night or two if I remember correctly. Besides, I wouldn’t want to offend your family by assuming I was welcome. You should confirm the betrothal first with the king.” He sighed and turned away, but came up with no argument.

“I’ll be back for you, in a week’s time-at most. Say your goodbyes, pack your things. Prepare to be a princess of the seven kingdoms.” He stood and leaned for one last kiss.

“I’ll be waiting, my prince.”

And with one more lasting stroke of your cheek, he left to unbreak the betrothal you’d abandoned so long ago.

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[obsessivestar]

'What If It's All A RomCom?' - a Ted Nivison x Reader

{{-Fun fact about this chapter: I had to rewatch the beginning of Ted's Rainforest video because I wanted my description of the L.A. Rainforest Cafe to be accurate lmao you're welcome-}}

//General Warnings: 18+ Fix (MINORS DNI), Reader is implied to be afab and under 5'5

//Chapter Warnings: Suggestive conversation in the truck? I guess?

Word Count: 4.6k (I need to slow the fuck down lmao)

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Chapter 17: The Rainforest Cafe

Another 2 days pass and before I know it, we're halfway through the 2nd week. Everyone's been talking about how fast these weeks have been flying by and I mean, we only have about one and a half yet, but I don't know. These weeks have felt a lot longer to me, in a good way! I've enjoyed my time with everyone. Joe, Tanner, Dan, Ted and I have all developed a closeness I wasn't anticipating when I agreed to help with this project. I guess I was already pretty close with Joe and Tanner before this, but we all lived pretty far from each other. It's nice to be able to see them everyday again, like old times. Dan absolutely fits right in, too. I feel like I've known him for a lot longer than just 2 and a half weeks. Turns out, we're into almost the exact same things and he's super chill. He still occasionally apologizes to Ted and I for nearly throwing a football at my head, but it's honestly just funny to think about it now. It's become an inside joke in the friend group.

And then there's Ted. Wonderful, beautiful, fantastic Ted. We're only getting closer and closer as this project goes on. Our chemistry on camera is about as genuine and magnetic as it is off camera, you can see how it grows when we look back on footage from last week, especially comparing the recent kiss scene from yesterday to the first one Ted and I did. That's certainly going to be strange to think about, knowing our very first kiss was filmed. That, and it's going to be on the big screen of a theater, for potentially hundreds of students to view...

And it's probably going to be graded.

Oh christ, our first kiss is going to be graded.

Tanner better get a perfect mark...

Everything's just been...really good these last couple days. Every morning I'd wake up with Ted, it was practically a crime if I were to try and sleep in my own room now. If I stayed in my room for too long the night before, he'd begin knocking on my wall again, just like the first night we stayed at this place. He wouldn't call me, he wouldn't text, he wouldn't come and knock on the door, no. He'd stay in his room and knock on the wall until I caved. He didn't knock anything in Morse code this time, I checked. Guess he only knows how to spell 'cunt'. Jackass.

We'd usually head downstairs for breakfast together and begin filming as soon as we're ready. We filmed 3 more kiss scenes, practically all done on the first take. I had overheard one member of the wardrobe team make a comment about how Ted an I were 'naturals' at this, but it didn't bother me. Didn't seem to bother Ted, either.

At this rate, it's only our fan's and the general public that don't know about our relationship and Ted wants to keep it that way for the rest of the month. I was initially fine with that, but as the days have gone on, it's been a little challenging. I want to post all of the pictures I've taken of us and the group, I wanna put his stupid smile on my Instagram story, I want to show everyone that I bagged Ted fucking Nivison, but I understand where he's coming from, I guess. Despite how far we've gone and how close we are, we've technically only been together for a few days, a week at most. Hard launching this relationship now could take away from the work we're supposed to be doing. I know for a fact I'd get caught up on what our fans think of this, I'm already expecting some sort of backlash simply for being around him. Maybe he's expecting it too, that could be why he's so antsy about it. Either way, he'll have to get over it a little faster than he probably expected to.

As we help clean up downstairs, Tanner makes an interesting suggestion related to the game nights we've been having with Joe and Dan. He wants to play Jackbox again, but he wants to stream it. Tanner started streaming around the time he started college as a fun little side hustle. He's got a comfortably sized fan base of his own, he thought it'd be fun to get the 5 of us on one stream, while we're all still together. He had already talked to Joe and Dan about it and I loved the idea, but Ted wasn't too sure. The three of us started talking about it as I got my makeup done for the day.

"I mean, we don't have to use a facecam if that's what you're worried about.." Tanner spoke, standing at one side of me while Ted stood at the other, making sure not to get in the makeup artists way.

"No, that's not...they'd probably recognize my voice anyways." Ted sounded quite unsure. It was a tone I wasn't really familiar with him having, he's always been rather confident since we've been here. I suppose it was about time I started to see new sides of him. I don't mind it.

"Are you worried I'm using you for views? I promise I'm not. That's just a convenience." Tanner frowned a little, adjusting his glasses.

"No, Tanner--God, you sound like Tucker.." A slight chuckle bubbled out of Ted, bringing his finger and his thumb up to adjust his glasses. "I..."

"It's about me." I decide to speak up, making sure to stay still for the makeup artist. I can tell by the exhale that left Ted that he felt a little bad, but there's no sense in hiding it, I'm part of this conversation too. "He doesn't want his fans to know about me until the end of the project."

"Okay, well, there's a better way to phrase it.." Ted let's out a huff, running his fingers through his tall hair.

"They don't know?" Tanner almost sounded amused by this, a little smirk curling up his mouth.

"Tanner, it's been only 2 weeks, dude." Ted begins to smirk a bit as well, but based on the way his hand is pressing down on the makeup counter, I can tell this conversation is making him anxious. "I'm just--"

"Yeah, but it's also been, like, 2 years." Tanner cut Ted off with a slight scoff, leaning against the counter a bit as well. "You've talked about wanting to meet her for 2 years.."

"Not to my fans."

"Since when do you worry about your fans?"

"I don't--I'm not, I'm just saying--"

"You guys basically have the same fan's anyways.."

"I know, it's not like I don't want to show her off--"

"You wouldn't need to 'show her off', it's just us playing a game, as friends."

"I'm not saying I'd have a problem with that, Tanner, she's--"

"Okay, can we stop talking about me like I'm not here?" I once again cut in on the conversation, sort of raising my hands up to diffuse the tension. If I don't stop them now, they'll keep going. Ted's gonna wanna keep defending himself and Tanner's gonna keep asking questions. It's not that he's trying to pressure Ted, I know that, he just gets antsy when he doesn't understand something. He's also probably worried about my feelings. They're both making some good points, but I would ultimately like Ted to join us for this stream.

"Tanner, I'm alright with this, I promise." I can't turn my head to look at Tanner, but I give a little gesture with my hand so he knows I'm addressing him. "It wouldn't make sense to drop our relationship now, I don't want to take away from this film. We're here for you, not for each other." I can sort of see out of the corner of my eye that Tanner has relaxed a bit, so I lower my one hand and raise the other to now address Ted.

"At the same time, I'd really like you there." I speak to Ted, giving him a little point. "I think it'd be a good thing. I mean, wouldn't it make sense for us to be seen hanging out as friends before we reveal anything? At least that way it's not very sudden." I glance down at the counter to see Ted's grip relax a bit, a quiet sigh leaving him.

"...You're really not worried at all, huh?" Ted spoke up after a small bit of silence, taking his hand off the makeup counter to cross his arms in front of his chest.

"No, I have nothing to worry about, I don't really care." I admit with a slight chuckle and shrug. "The only opinions I care about are the opinions of the people that sleep here every night. You, Tanner, Joe and Dan."

"Y'know we're not gonna be able to flirt? Like at all?" Ted smirks at me.

"That's fine."

"No kissing? No nicknames?"

"I'm perfectly fine not doing that in front of the camera, Ted."

"We can't even cuddle. No cuddling. You cool with that?"

"We didn't even cuddle last time we played Jackbox."

"We kinda did. A little."

"Barely."

"We almost kissed."

"Key word there is 'almost', just don't."

"Yeah, but I'll want to kiss you. It's gonna suck." Ted let's out a playful whine.

"Don't.." I chuckle, shaking my head a little. "We won't be 'together' when we play Jackbox on stream."

"We weren't together last time we played Jackbox."

"Exactly, we'll just act the same way."

I hear another exhale leave Ted, a heavier one this time. I get a brief moment where I can turn to look at him. The moment our eyes meet, he relaxes and gives me a warm smile.

"Alright...I'm in.." He finally concedes and I hear an excited little 'Yes!' from Tanner, who quickly scurries away to go tell Joe and Dan the good news. I can't help but laugh, but quickly go still again when the makeup artist needs me to remain still for lipstick. As I'm looking at myself in the mirror, I feel Ted come around to stand behind me, placing his hands on my shoulders before kneeling down a little to speak into my ear.

"No idea how you do that, but it's pretty hot.." He purrs quietly, that stupid grin spread along his lips.

"Do what? Not give a shit?" I can't help but chuckle as I whisper back, being careful not to move my lips too much. I can't imagine what the makeup artist is thinking, nor do I care.

"Mhmm, it's enticing.." He purrs again, glancing at the makeup artist as she grabs a different tool for my eye makeup.

"Enticing? That's the word you're going with today?" I ask, keeping my eyes on him through the mirror.

"Well, I could just say it's sexy, but...feels too basic for you.."

"...are you really trying to seduce me right now?"

"Yeah.."

"While I'm getting my makeup done? Really?"

"Always.."

"Can I get Ted Nivison to set, please?" I hear a member of the film crew call for him, a little laugh leaving me at the disappointed expression that spreads onto Ted's handsome face.

"Yeah, Ted Nivison to set, please.." I whisper back with a grin. A scoff leaves Ted as he stands up straight.

"If you weren't in this chair, I'd spank you."

"Promises, Promises.."

"Yeah yeah, you'd like that."

"You'd like that."

"Cunt."

"Prick."

Ted snickers to himself as he moves away to head into the other room. I get a look from the makeup artist, which honestly just makes me laugh. Our dynamic must be so strange to these people.

Once she's done my makeup, I'm finally able to stand up and join Ted over by the camera's. We'd be filming the last of the kissing scenes today so we could spend the rest of the week on the ballroom dream sequence. Getting to kiss Ted all day? The perfect day, absolutely the perfect day.

Or...it would've been, anyways.

We get maybe a few takes in before the power suddenly goes out. Not just in the living room, but throughout the entire building. It caught all of us off guard, it wasn't storming or anything outside, it was a clear day, but it was like something just shot within the breaker. Without power, we don't have proper lighting, some of the cameras won't work and we can't even cook. We spend the next few hours of the day trying to contact the owners of the airbnb and the power companies in the area. We get nothing back until it's later in the afternoon, where we find out the power likely won't be on until the day is over. Thank god Tanner overbooked this airbnb, we can afford to lose one day of filming.

The film crew heads home early for the day, leaving the 5 of us here to figure out what we're gonna do for dinner, especially since everything in the kitchen is off, the fridge included. We can't even do the livestream now, the power won't be on until around 8pm, at least that's what we were told. We all sat in the living room on the couch, all of us using data on our phones to find what we were going to order. It was going to be pricey, even if we all pitched in for one thing.

"Anyone feeling like Chinese food?.." Tanner speaks up, looking up from his phone to address everyone.

"I had Chinese yesterday, so probably not.." Dan speaks up, shaking his head a little. "We could do fish, maybe?"

"The closest fish place is like a half an hour away, it'll take forever." Joe frowns, fluffing up the back of his mullet. "I'm not waiting that long for overpriced fish, sorry."

"Do we all have to order from the same place?..." Tanner frowns slightly, sitting up more in his seat.

"It'd be cheaper that way." Joe admits with a little shrug. Ted and I have been relatively quiet during the conversation. We're both leaning back a bit into the corner of the couch, with Ted's arm around my shoulder. We're mostly quiet because we were honestly fine with anything. It's usually Joe and Tanner that are a bit pickier. This time around though, it doesn't seem like anyone can come to an agreement, and none of us feel like dropping over 30 dollars to order separately...

"Why don't we just go out to eat?" Ted speaks up after a few more minutes of everyone bickering, sitting up a bit more on the couch. "I know a place. It'd be cheaper than ordering."

I already know what he wants to suggest, letting out a gentle laugh. This again?

"Oh yeah? What spot?" Tanner curiously perks up, pushing up his glasses.

"You're gonna suggest the fucking Rainforest Cafe, aren't you?" Joe gives Ted a knowing grin, shaking his head in disbelief.

"I'm absolutely suggesting the Rainforest Cafe." Ted adds with a confident smile, giving a little point with the hand around my shoulder.

"Oh sweet, I've never been there before!" Dan's immediately enthusiastic about the idea, bouncing a little on the couch with a big grin. "We should go!"

"I can't believe you still like going there." Joe chuckles, resting his elbow on his knee. "How many did you goto last time? Like 30?"

"18. There's only 18 in North America." Ted spoke, circling a little with his hand.

"Oh yeah, you went to the one in Canada too, right?" Tanner asks, giving a slight head tilt.

"Yeah, Niagara Falls." Ted simply nods. "The one here is relatively close, it's just right in the city."

"Honestly, it's not a bad idea.." I finally speak up with a little shrug, a small smile on my face. "By the time we come back, the power would be back on..." I can't believe I'm agreeing to this, but honestly, I'll eat anything at this point, and it'd be nice to get out for a bit, I suppose.

"Alright, I'm down." Tanner gently slaps his lap as he stands up off the couch, giving Ted little finger guns.

"Yeah, alright." Joe shrugs, slipping his phone into his pocket.

With all of us in agreement, we briefly split off to grab our wallets and to change into anything different if we desire. Ted had packed the Hawaiian shirt he had bought with Eddy during their trip, because of course he did, he probably figured he'd be able to convince us all to go eventually. Dan has a bigger vehicle, so he decides to drive Tanner and Joe while Ted and I go in his Tacoma. Once we're all ready, we head out to our respective rides and pull out of the large driveway. Dan follows behind us as we drive through the suburban area to get to the city.

"Have you ever been?" Ted asks, glancing at me briefly. "To the Rainforest, I mean."

"I think I have? I don't remember." I admit with a small shrug. I couldn't recall if there was one near me growing up. Either way, I was kind of excited. Only kind of. I think I was honestly just excited to be out with Ted again. This probably wasn't a date, but it felt a bit like one, in a weird way. It's the first time we've been out since we got together. I can certainly tell he's excited to bring me, he hasn't stopped grinning since we got in the truck.

"I'll admit, I'm...kinda freakin' out a little.." Ted admits with a soft chuckle, tapping his hands on the wheel as we stop at a red light. "I've been wanting to take you here all week.."

"Really?" I felt my cheeks heat up a little at his admission, turning to look at him fully. "I honestly thought your love for the Rainforest Cafe was a bit.."

"Well, like, half of it is, kinda." Ted admits, turning his head as well to grin at me. "I just like doing things with you, especially outside of work. Like..." Ted pauses for a moment, like he's hesitating to start his next sentence. It's intriguing. "I have this thing where I like to go out and do things with my partner. That's my love language, I've learned. So...when we went out to the mall to replace your wardrobe that one day, and we went to dinner, that was the day I realized I needed to make a move. A real one."

I look a little surprised, but it makes sense. That explains why he came into my room that night. I still wonder if Tanner had actually fallen asleep in his bed that night, or if it was some whack-ass lie that he used to get into my bed. I don't really care either way, if that's the lie he needed to tell to get with me, that's fine.

"That's...really sweet, actually.." I speak up with a warm smile spread along my blushing face. "I'd be happy to have more adventures with you..."

Ted has to look back at the road when the light turns green, making the truck move down the road again. I can see the sparkles in his eyes from my words, a soft, almost suggestive grin curling the corners of his lips up. He puts one hand on the wheel so he can place his free hand on my leg, giving my thigh a little squeeze.

"You're infuriating." Ted shakes his head with a deep chuckle, gliding his tongue along the edges of his top teeth. "You gotta stop doing that, y'know.." I can immediately tell what he's thinking, and it makes me laugh.

"Seriously?" I shake my head and furrow my brows at him, a big smile of disbelief on my face. "Saying I want to have more adventures turns you on?"

"Yes, so don't do that."

"I'm trying to be sweet!"

"I know. Don't. Stop that."

"I think your libido is broken, dude."

"My libido?"

"You know what I'm saying! Your sex drive! Y--whatever! It's broken."

"It's not broken."

"It's definitely broken."

"It's just you, (Y/N), that's the problem."

"I'm the problem?"

"Yeah."

"I think you're the problem."

"Oh am I?"

"100%"

"You bein' a little brat right now? While I'm drivin' ya to the greatest restaurant of all time?"

"Yeah, okay Teddy, stay broken."

"Do I need to turn this truck around and find a spot?"

I had been looking out the window as we bickered back and forth, but that suggestive little question makes me flick my head back to him, a surprised expression on my face.

"...What's that supposed to mean?" I ask with a knowing smile, narrowing my eyes a little.

"You know what it's supposed to mean." Ted replies without missing a beat, glancing at me occasionally while keeping his eyes on the road. No way is he suggesting what I think he's suggesting...

"You don't know any spots.." I challenge him a little, tilting my head at him.

"I know a few.." Ted smirks, squeezing my thigh again while keeping his eyes on the road. "I've lived around here for a few years, (Y/N)..."

"And you've?..."

"Yeah."

"In here?"

"Back seat."

"...You're fucking with me."

"You wanna find out?..."

Oh god, I hate that. I hate that because it's actually...incredibly tempting...

"Aren't we almost there though?" I ask, referring to the Cafe. I had my phone on with my Map app open, we were basically around the corner from it by now. I get silence from Ted for a moment, watching as he taps on the wheel again at yet another red light.

"...On the way back?" He finally asks me, turning his gaze to me with a raised brow. I can see by the dark look in his eyes that he's serious. I have no idea how we'd even get away with that, Dan and the others are coming with us.

"...You're insane." I let out a breathy chuckle, turning to look out the window again. Looking into his eyes makes me nervous sometimes.

"That's not a no..." Ted purrs lowly at me and I feel his hand move slightly up my thigh, his fingers tucking in between my inner thighs. I hold in a shaky breath. God, he can read me all too well...

"There's no way you could pull that off without the others catching on." I turn to look at him again, trying to ignore how warm his hand on my thigh is making me feel.

"I could say we got lost." Ted shrugs a little, his eyes clearly flicking down to my lips. Not now, Teddy...

"You just said you've lived around here for years.." I let out a scoff, shaking my head a little.

"Dan doesn't know that." Ted adds, giving me a confident smirk. "And Tanner would believe me.."

"Joe wouldn't."

"Who cares? You've been reporting to him anyways. You wanna give him another good story?"

He's terribly convincing, and he's got that look in his eye. Like he's hungry...God fucking dammit, Teddy.

Ted has to bring his attention back to the road once more, taking his hand off of my thigh to put both hands on the wheel. "Just let me know.." He shrugs a little again, keeping that confident smirk on his face as he makes a left turn. I see the Rainforest Cafe sign come into view, I had honestly almost forgotten that's where we were headed. One of these days, I swear, we're gonna get in trouble. I don't know with who, but we will. Until then...

Ted manages to find a good parking spot close to the building, with Dan pulling up sort of across from us. We all meet up at the front of the building and I have to try and act like Ted didn't just suggest fucking in his Toyota Tacoma on the way back. Wonderful.

We all get inside and wait at the front. The place isn't terribly packed since it's a weekday, but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't impressed by the atmosphere. I spotted a few animatronics as we were escorted to our table. The ceiling was covered in different foliage and pretty lights to add a sort of sparkling effect to the whole place, there was an elegant little waterfall on one side where a majority of the jungle animatronics were, but we were seated over by the aquarium, illuminating the area in a pretty blue hue. The lighting looked nice on Ted, though based on the way he was looking at me as we sat down, he's probably thinking the same about me.

We're all sat in a sort of circular booth with some chairs in front. Tanner and Dan decide to sit at the chairs so Ted, Joe and I get the comfortable leather booth seats. I'm surprised at first that Ted wants to sit next to me and not across from me, but I quickly find out why. After we tell our waiter what drinks we want, the Rainforest Cafe began to make a bunch of different noises. I hear the sounds of the elephants chirping, looking up as the lights above us begin to flash to mimic the effect of lightning, a rumbling bass surrounding the entire restaurant. We're all looking up as the faux thunderstorm flickers on, all except for Ted, whose eyes are on me and my sparkling gaze of curiosity. The fake thunderstorm is a lot louder than I thought it was going to be, the only other sounds being the low bustling of the other customers, and the slightly nervous laughter coming from Dan and Tanner.

"That's so loud!" Dan laughs a little, looking back down to us to see our own reactions. "Is it always that loud?"

"Oh yeah, we'll probably hear that like 3 more times, depending on how long we're here.." Ted had a big, excited grin on his face. I could tell he was thoroughly enjoying this already, and we hadn't even gotten our drinks. I'll admit it, I'm already kind of having a good time. I've really come to admire everyone in this group, even Dan, despite not knowing him as long. This dinner with everyone felt like a sort of mini celebration for being over half-way done with the project. I can't imagine the next time we'll all be able to get together and go out like this, probably when the film premieres, if everyone can make it down again. And Ted? Man, he looks like he's having the time of his life. I don't know if it's him or if it's the ambiance of the aquarium behind us, but his eyes are literally sparkling with wonder, especially when he turns to look at me. The last time he looked this happy was when he caught me looking at his lips in my room, he had that same proud smile, like all of his dreams were coming true. Man, he must really like me. It really makes me wish that we had met at Joe's wedding. I can't believe I've gone all this time without knowing Ted.

My dreamy thoughts are broken by a sharp gasp from Tanner, making me quickly turn a worried look to him.

"They have grilled cheese here!?" Tanner exclaims excitingly as he looks down at the menu. I let out a sigh of relief, hearing Joe, Ted and Dan start to laugh.

Man, this group is the best. I love it here.

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Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3 || Chapter 4 || Chapter 5 || Chapter 6 (smut) || Chapter 7 || Chapter 8 || Chapter 9 || Chapter 10 (smut) || Chapter 11 || Chapter 12 || Chapter 13 || Chapter 14 (smut) || Chapter 15 || Chapter 16 ||

[hotpinkrathian]

I will never get over the Suyin playing cupid trope and if you can't either than you should go read chapter 11 of A United Front

Still not convinced here's an excerpt of Lin and Kya rizzing each other up

I've posted about 1/2 of the complete story on AO3 now and I think yall deserve a special shout out your comments and theories are so inspiring and I hope I can post the rest of it soon. I'm up to 90K words now and I PROMISE those of you waiting for angst, it is coming.

But for now, enjoy these two awkward gays trying to flirt with each other

“Lin call me crazy but I think you enjoyed yourself, even if you did slip a bit of work in at the end.” 

“Having someone to fight other than my sister helped.” Lin said plainly. 

“I see,” Kya said, “so in summary, you like having me around.” 

Lin watched her family walk inside, busied by their own chatter and reflections of the evening. Suyin offered pointers and Bataar offered his excitement and encouragement. 

When they were inside, she turned back to Kya, who was watching her a little too intently. 

The sky had darkened significantly, Lin hadn't noticed before, but the stars were out. The sky wasn't quite black, but rather a stark shade of navy. The moon was almost full, a few more days and the fox-wolves would be audible from inside the dome. 

“Maybe I do,” Lin replied. “Would that be so bad?”

Kya seemed surprised, looking from Lin, to the house, to the sky before her eyes landed back on her. 

Lin's stomach tumulted in nervousness, or excitement, or both. 

You're not exactly subtle. 

Suyin was right, she wasn't subtle. She never had been. When she was angry she made it obvious. When she was frustrated she was expressive. She had held a grudge for twenty years because of how un-subtle she was. 

“Not at all,” Kya answered, her eyes darting back and forth with nervousness. 

There was a knock on the glass, so Lin looked to see her niece waving her over. 

“That can't be good,” Lin said, looking back to Kya. 

“Always the pessimist.” Kya laughed, brushing past her. Her shoulder nearly made Lin stumble with the impact. Kya's face turned at just the right angle that Lin could see a grin form when she thought Lin couldn't see. 

Lin sighed contently before following the others inside. 

She watched Kya in front of her, hoping the waterbender wouldn't turn around and catch her smile. 

[sissylittlefeather]

This is the Story:

Chapter 2

A/N: Not every chapter will come this quickly! I just happened to have the day to write, so here it is! ICYMI, this features the OC Grace Dubois (doo-bwah) and Elvis Presley in 1973. She has joined him for his Vegas residency in August to ghost write his book. Want to read about all of that in Chapter 1? Here is the link:

Chapter 1

Warnings: cussing, mentions of smoking, period-appropriate sexism from Elvis, no smut yet, but it's coming 😏

Song inspo:

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"I recorded my first song for personal use. I never intended to release anything..."

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Once she gets Elvis talking, it's hard to get him to stop. He's standing up acting out a scene from something that happened in 1956 and laughing when the Colonel comes in to fetch him to get ready for his show that night. Grace is laughing despite herself. His animated and chaotic method of storytelling is certainly entertaining.

"My boy, I think that's enough for one day. Let's let Ms. Du-boys rest for the evening." She cringes at the mispronunciation of her name, but decides it's not worth it, standing up to leave.

"Dubois." She whips her head around to Elvis. She did not expect him to correct the Colonel either. He smiles warmly again and she feels her cheeks flush.

No, Grace. Keep your distance. She gives him a smile, but tries to make sure it's devoid of any real emotion.

"Thank you, Mr. Presley, for your time today. Same time tomorrow?" His face falls at her use of his last name. Maybe she'll be different tomorrow when it's just them. But why does he want the familiarity so badly? He nods.

"Sure. Same time tomorrow." She follows the Colonel out and gets on the elevator to head back to her room to call Wendy. It'll be bedtime before too long, so she better call quickly.

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They continue in this pattern for the next week. Grace comes up to the penthouse and Elvis tells her about his life. Even after a week, though, he's still only talking about his time before the army. She can tell he's enjoying reminiscing and doesn't want to get into anything serious. A couple of times, he tells her a story she's already heard, but she lets it go and just listens. Something tells her this is what he's really been needing: someone to just talk to. And the way his eyes light up with childlike energy when he gets excited is exceedingly charming. Several times, she wants to tell him a story about herself and twice she starts to. He sits down eagerly to listen, but she stops herself with an apology for interrupting. His disappointment is palpable, but he doesn't want to push her away again. By the end of the week, he's looking forward to the sound of her soft knock on his door.

On Friday, there's something different about her. Her eyes are sparkling and she smiles more. Elvis is enthralled by her liveliness. When the time comes for her to leave he turns to her and does something even he doesn't expect.

"Come to my show tonight." She laughs before she realizes he's serious.

"Wait, you're kidding right? It's been sold out for months. And besides, I can't."

"Oh, yes you can, I'll find a seat for you. Hell, I'll make one for you, honey, just come to the show." Her heart skips when he calls her honey. He hasn't done it all week, even after she decided she would let him.

"I'm sorry; I really can't. My daughter is coming tonight. That's why I've been in such a good mood. I haven't seen her in a week." He sits back a little.

"Daughter?"

"Yes. Her name is Wendy. She's 6. Why?"

"Oh, nothin', I just thought you said you hadn't been married."

"I haven't been."

"Then how...?"

"I had a fiancé. When we figured out I was pregnant a week before the wedding, he left." She's not sure why she's telling him about this. It's not a thing she normally tells people. But all the time they've spent alone together in this room has started to get to her. For a second, she forgets he's a subject and not a friend.

"You... before you were married?" In a second, his whole tone changes. His southern Christian values come out to play and he's not sure what to make of the woman sitting in front of him. Then, he notices that her cheeks are red and her eyes are glassy again.

"Right. Because I suppose you were a virgin when you got married?" Her voice is tight in her throat. She will not let him make her cry. The truth of how her daughter came to be has haunted her for the better part of her adult life. She is not going to let this man, of all people, make her feel less than because of it.

"That is totally different."

"How? How the fuck is that different?" Her cussing catches him off guard too. Aside from one "damn" she's been nothing but a lady the whole time and now here she is talking like one of his army buddies.

"I don't know, honey, but it is."

"It absolutely is not, you misogynistic pig." Her chest is heaving as she tries to keep her tears in her eyes and not on her face.

"I can't believe you! Who are you?" He feels the anger swelling inside him. It's like she's been lying to him this whole time about who she is. She stands up and slams her notebook on the table.

"Who am I? You are such a fucking hypocrite, Mr. Presley. You think all women should be virgins until they get to you? Ha! Even if that was the case, I would die a virgin before I would let you touch me." She's shaking with rage at this point and the tears start rolling down her cheeks.

He's wracked with hurt, betrayal and anger, and yet, when she cries, something inside him needs to comfort her. He takes a half step towards her and then realizes what he's doing and what she's just said.

"Not a problem, honey. I wouldn't touch you even if you were a virgin. Middle-aged librarians aren't really my style." He spits it at her with all the venom of his hurt feelings and confusion over his inner struggle. Her mouth drops open and she stands there for a while with tears ruining the front of her blouse.

"You really are a fucking asshole." She gathers her things haphazardly and shoves them in her purse.

"Goodbye, Elvis."

She practically runs out the door, slamming it behind her and going straight to the elevator. She smashes the down button over and over, reeling from the conversation that just took place. The things he said to her have rattled her to her core, but what sticks out the most is his question: "who are you?" Why did he say that? Why does he care who she is? Finally, the elevator comes. She steps inside to go back to her room and freshen up before picking up Wendy and Paulette, the nanny, at the airport.

Back in the room, Elvis notices she left her notebook on the table. He grabs it and runs out of the room to catch her and give it back, but the elevator doors close just as he gets to the lobby. He turns back into the room and throws the notebook as hard as he can at the wall across from him.

"FUCK." He yells and drops onto the couch with his head in his hands. He's never felt this conflicted before. As much as he should be outraged and disgusted by the fact that she has a daughter out of wedlock, he's really not. And that makes him angry. Angry that he's more hurt by her keeping parts of herself from him than anything else. Angry at himself for being so cruel to her when he isn't in any place to judge. Angry that this is going to come between them. The last thought makes him take his glasses off and pinch the bridge of his nose. Why does he care that something might come between them when there is no them in the first place?

He throws his glasses at the wall too and they break into pieces and land on the floor with the notebook. When he goes to pick them up, he notices the flurry of little notes that fell out of book when it hit the wall. He looks around the room, as if to check it anyone is watching, and then carefully picks up all of the notes. He knows he shouldn't read them. Knowing her opinion of him, they will probably just make him more angry. They're in his hand when he gets back to the couch, though, and his curiosity gets the better of him. Her handwriting is round and loopy and he thinks of her pretty little hands, one with a pen and the other with a cigarette. He shakes his head and reads the first one:

"He is unfailingly humble in his expression of how he came to be as talented as he is..."

He flips to another one:

"His fierce affection for his friends is both endearing and inspiring..."

And another:

"His boyish excitement when he talks about something he loves is electric, drawing you in to care about anything..."

His breath catches a little as he keeps reading:

"Sitting here with him is less like basking in the light of the King of Rock'n'Roll and more like listening to a childhood friend catch you up on the important happenings in their life..."

And the last one is just a collection of words:

"Compassionate, energetic, loyal, heartfelt, genuine, warm, giving..."

He swallows the lump in his throat and looks towards the door. He has to find a way to get her to come back.

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Chapter 3 coming soon!

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[gaslysainz]

Lost (PG10) pt.2

Summary: The world is utterly unfair. He was her most prized possession, her life, her first ever commitment of love. But to him, she was just a mere person lost in his big world.

warnings: ; unrequited feelings; Pierre is a douche , arrange marriage, angst, explicit scenes and languages.

Author's Note~ Heya guys! So a few days back I posted the first chapter of my first ever fanfic! And I'm overwhelmed by the response ❤️ Really Thanks a lot to everyone who had liked the story so far. It's just the beginning of the journey, there's a lot to come. Love You All 😘 Here's my first ever story for you guys. As soon as I finish this one, I'll start taking requests maybe! Till then please show your love and support for "LOST".

Journal Entry -2

A new episode and a new day of my life. Never in my 24 years of life have I ever thought that I would have to come across this day. This awful day when i would have to sit through a whole day in my room crying my eyes out and coming out of my room only when i'm called for causes like "Julia needs a glass of water, you need to clean Julia's dress, Julia accidentally dropped food on the floor, clean up the mess" so on and so forth. Today was the day when I had to look at the most heart wrenching thing ever...

So here's what happened 

*FLASHBACK*

I was reading a book in my room and suddenly someone knocked at my door. I opened the door and came across Pierre!

"H-hey! you need something?"

I noticed him looking inside my room at our wedding picture hanging on the wall right above my head. Obviously he'd be curious about my room cause he's never been inside my room before. I actually felt a little awkward so i cleared my throat to get his attention.

"Uh! yea actually Julia was having a headache, go and make some soup or something and bring it up to my room  along with some medicine!" There was that tone! Full of despise for me.

"Sure" By saying that i went down to the kitchen to make some soup for her.

That's what my job in this house is after all, looking after the house and the people in it. Oh! Did I mention? We do not have any maids. Cause apparently according to my husband's mistress, I'm not any different than a maid so why waste money on hiring one? Anyways, after making the soup and being satisfied with it I went towards Pierre's room and stopped once I saw something that no married or committed person should ever see. My husband was on top of my sister thrusting deep inside her and them moaning out each other's name. 

You must be thinking that what am i so shaken up about? I should've been used to this by now, Well this is the first time i'm seeing them doing it in front of my eyes. Yes i admit it that i've heard them before but seeing it live, right in front of me is a whiplash of a whole lot of negative thoughts. And what did I do in that situation? Nothing! I just closed the door silently, kept the soup and the medicine outside the room and came back to my room and cried my eyes out! Why did they have to keep the door opened? Did my husband really become so heartless? Did he really want me to see that I can never get his love? Did he really have literally shove it in my face that he belongs completely and soulfully to his mistress and I can never take her place?

Oh! and the agony! My Step sister saw me standing outside the room and smirked!

Yes she had the audacity to smirk at me....

*FLASHBACK ENDS*

I know i'm young and naive. My sister is 27 and i'm 24 years old. She's more mature than I am, sexier, prettier, and more perfect , with an hourglass figure, amazing style. But all that, with a nasty heart it seems. She can easily go out wearing anything and everything that she wants whereas I tend to gravitate towards PJ's, hoodies and oversized clothes. The only time I wear dresses are at the parties that I attend with my husband. But still, he never looks at me the same way he looks at her. She is definitely Pierre's s absolute match in all spheres. And here I am, stupid little girl crying my eyes out inside my room cause my husband is making love to my step sister. 

I, Mrs. Y/n Gasly is once again LOST!

LOST in my sister's PERFECTION!

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[iicheeze]

3 MONTHS, 3 DAYS, AND 33 MINUTES

3 MONTHS, 3 DAYS, AND 33 MINUTES MASTERLIST

SUMMARY II you've always had feelings for your gray haired senior. To the point that you'd confess to the man in front of the whole Akademiya. Pitying you, he gives you 3 months, 3 days and 33 minutes to make him fall for you. Let the roller coaster of chaos begin!

PAIRINGS || Alhaitham x Gender Neutral Reader, slight Kaveh x reader

TW || FNAF lore dump, claw machines, false brand names put on purpose to avoid copyright, and bad aim

CHAPTER IV — arcade date?? more like FNAF lore dump

“ COME ON, KAVEH!! ”

A loud, hearty voice was heard outside the dorm room, with loud banging coming from the door.

The day has come where both [Name] and Kaveh finally have a free day and they have decided to go to the arcade for fun. Maybe, try to win some prizes.

For it is currently 9 AM, and Saturday. Seriously, they couldn't thank god more as it is the weekends where they're finally (temporarily) free from assignments.

So when the door finally opened, [Name] expected Kaveh to answer it.

Not the big, bulky, strong, big titty, gray haired senior they've been crushing on.

“ Kaveh's at his studio. Stop banging at the door already. ” Alhaitham stated, clearly annoyed by the endless amounts of continuous door knocking.

“ ... ” “ ... ”

“ OH- WAIT WHAT?!?! THAT LYING CUNT, HE PROMISED ME TO GO TO THE ARCADES TOGETHER TODAY. FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT. ” [Name] yelled, finally realizing what he said. Too busy to stare at his fat tits earlier.

“ I'VE BEEN LOOKING FORWARD TO IT, THE FUCK. I EVEN DRESSED UP FOR THIS. ” More yapping came out of the [Hair Color]'s mouth.

“ Will you shut up already?! I didn't sign up for you yelling your lungs out. ” The [taller/shorter] male massaged his forehead in annoyance.

“ ... Fine! You're going with me in exchange of Kaveh. Go dress up!! I ain't taking you out looking like this. ”

“ .. Excuse me? ” “ BLAME KAVEH FOR THIS, NOT ME. I CLEARED MY SCHEDULE FOR THIS, MAN. ” “ Alright, fine. Jesus Christ. ”

Kaveh, I swear to god. If you come back, I'll throw your art to the trash compacter.

FONTAINE ARCADE PALACE

The sign glowed in bright blue, as the two main protagonists stand in front of it. From the looks of the building, it seems to have 5 stories, and each floors glowing with bright lights.

“ Holy crap. It's beautiful. ” [Name] remarked, amazed by the sights.

“ Who'd waste their money on some arcade instead of public libraries. ” “ Uhh, Fontaine Co’ . Obviously. ”

As the two entered the building, glowing arcade machines were placed everywhere, claw machines, Maroi Kart machines, Cap Man, and more. Heck, there's even custom trash cans and posters from multiple TV shows and games.

“ This is truly heaven. ” It was so beautiful, [Name] couldn't help but tear up. While the [taller/shorter] man just deadpans.

“ C'MON!! Let's go to the dispensing machine and exchange our money. WE NEED THEM COINS TO PLAY. ” The [Hair Color] exclaimed gleefully, taking the male's hand before running to the nearby dispensing machine.

It's gonna be a long ass day and we all are here for it.

The Pokachu Doll falling from the claw for the fourth time was the last straw for poor [Name]. As they finally screamed in annoyance.

“ ARGRHSGSHSGSKHS STUPID RIGGED CLAW MACHINE. GIVE ME THE POKACHU DOLL DAMMIT. ” [Name] shouted, almost punching the machine before realizing that they could get a fine for it AND get banned from Fontaine Arcade Palace. Before putting their fist down.

Seeing this is so funny even Alhaitham couldn't help but chuckle.

“ Let me try. ” He spoke, gently pushing the [taller/shorter] person aside. Finally putting 5 coins in the claw machine.

2 minutes haven't passed yet, but he somehow got the Pokachu Doll safe and sound.

At first try too.

This man is too dangerous to be left alive. (And a virgin).

As the Pokachu Doll came out of the claw machine, the male took it before giving it to the [Hair Color].

“ HOW- I THOUGHT YOU DON'T LIKE ARCADES?? WHAT. DID YOU USE SOME KIND OF SORCERY?!?!?! WTF. ” [Name] beamed, confused as hell.

“ It's easy. I just use my brain and some calculations here and there. How ‘bout you use your brain next time? ” The man mocked them, a slight smirk showed in his face.

“ FUCK YOU AND YOUR STUPID BRAIN. I CAN DO THIS BETTER THAN YOU. ” The [taller/shorter] person declared, “ Pfft. Yeah, we'll see. ”

[Name] lost by 21 dolls Alhaitham managed to fish out from the claw machine.

“ Oh, Five Nights at Friddy's. ” Alhaitham claimed, as he saw a FNAF game machine while trying to get more Fontaine coins.

“ The game? I know that. It's really hard- ” [Name] scratched their cheek, having a slight flashback of them falling off their chair while playing FNAF 2 at their lecture.

“ I love the part where we find out that the one we're playing all along ever since the first game is the son of William Efton, Michael Efton. ” The male stated, “ What ” [Name] questioned.

“ You didn't know? Some player you are. ” Alhaitham sighed, “ YOU- ” “ Basically, ever since the start of the game. We were playing as Michael Efton, we've both seen that we keep signing up as a night guard at the restaurants of William Efton. The story starts when William Efton had a restaurant with- ”

Oh, no.

He's rambling.

No....

HE'S LORE DUMPING.

“ Can we just get the coins an- ” “ Shh, shh. ” [Name] was shushed with Alhaitham shoving his finger inside their mouth, forcing them to listen.

Taking it out, the [Hair Color] couldn't help but blush a bit. “ I'M NOT A BABY WTF DON'T SHOVE A FINGER IN MY MOUTH. ”

“ It silenced you, though. ” [Name] was speechless upon that statement, now letting out stammers and stutters.

“ Now, where were we? Oh right, William's son, Evan, was severely terrified and had PTSD signs near his father's creations, the animatronics. His older brother, Michael, found out and took advantage of it and.. ”

[Name] got lore dumped by the very same person who they have a fat crush on in within 2 hours.

By the time night arrives, and the clock strikes 8 PM, the two finally decided it was time to call off the day.

“ You may have won our bet of the claw machines.. BUT I STILL WON A PAIR OF KEYCHAINS!! ” [Name] stated, refusing to admit defeat. “ Good for you. I still won, technically. ” “ Ugh.. ”

“ Should I give the cookie keychain to Kaveh as a souvenir? It looks like the type of thing he'd like. ” The [taller/shorter] person asked, “ Don't know. It's yours. ” The gray haired male replied.

“ .. I'll give it to you then! ” [Name] remarked, giving the male the cookie keychain, while keeping the milk keychain with them.

“ Huh? ” “ It's for you! To remember this date! Ehehe! ” The [Hair Color] smiled gleefully, as the man finally takes the keychain with him.

“ Plus, milk and cookies! It's a good pair of a late night snack! You know? ” [Name] added, as Alhaitham kept looking at the cookies keychain.

A small chuckle was heard as Alhaitham couldn't help but smile a little from this stupid action.

“ You're so childish it's stupid. ” “ WHAT- UGH, IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT, JUST GIVE IT TO KAVEH THEN! I'm going back to my dorm! ” [Name] grunted, stomping away angrily.

“ Hey! Did you tell [Name] that I was busy and I had sudden plans today? Where did you go anyways? ” Kaveh asked while the other male takes off his shoes at the porch of the door.

“ First question, yes. Second, I went to the arcade with them. ” Alhaitham replied calmly, “ WHAT?! AND YOU DIDN'T TELL ME?! PLEASE TELL ME THAT YOU SAVED A SOUVENIR FOR ME. OR, MAYBE [NAME] DID?! ” The yellow haired man exclaimed.

“ They did. But I'm guessing they're still petty that you had sudden plans and didn't tell them directly, so, they gave it to me. ” “ WHAT!? Oh god... Fine, I'll apologize directly tomorrow. Just PLEASE give me the souvenir!! ” Kaveh begged.

“ Hmm, let me think. No. Will you let me go now? ” Alhaitham answered, finally going to his room.

“ UGH, FUCK YOU DAMMIT! YOU'RE THE WORST OF THE WORST! ” Kaveh's yappings slowly stopped as the gray haired male closed the door on him.

Looking at the time from his phone, a little Cookie Keychain was seen dangling at the bottom of his phone. Before finally deciding to get to bed right away after such a long day.

He could just do his assignments tomorrow at 5 AM anyways.

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AUTHOR'S NOTES || srry abt the postpone ive been busy these past few days 😞 ANYWAYS DID U ENJOY 🥰🤭

[felice-jaganshi]

Alastor X OC

His pet

Chapter 2/?

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Charlie was in a panic after her meeting with the council of angels, so Alastor decided to keep their new guest a secret till he was done with his current plan. He informed Nifty and Husker to be gentle with the new guest if she woke up while he was gone, as he had plans for her.

He took Charlie to cannibal town and Vaggie went to see Carmilla.

Husker's curiosity got the better of him, and he went to knock on her door. She answered through the door, “who is it?”

He was surprised by how gentle her voice sounded, but he also knew not to make assumptions about a demon just because they sounded soft and weak. “Name's Husk, I'm the barkeep. Alastor told me to check on you.”

She called out from behind the door, “I'm fine! Um, if you have a shirt or sweater I could borrow though? My own got shredded recently. And I… I don't exactly have any possessions at the moment.” She sounded nervous.

“Uh, gimme a sec and I'll see what I can get ya.”

 Husk was a bit unnerved by this news. So he went down to bug the others while they were fortifying the place. “Hey, Angel Dust! You got any spare sweaters?”

He gave husk a weird look, “nothing in your style whiskers, why? You got a kink you're ready to share with the class?”

He groaned, “ugh, fuck no! Alastor brought some new sinner here last night while we were gone, and she said her shirt is too ripped up to come out of her room! I thought if anyone had something she could use it'd be you.” 

Angel frowned, “her shirts all ripped up? Alright, I'll be back, everyone.” He went upstairs and got a fluffy pink sweater from his closet, then looked at her door, right next to his. There was already a sign that said “Zariah”. Angel knocked on the door. “Hey, you the new girl?” He called. “I brought you a sweater.” She unlocked the door and peeked out at him, “ oh, hello, I'm Zariah. Oh, you're so pretty!” She opened the door more, covering her chest with her tail. He smiled and handed her the sweater. “Thanks doll, you're a cutie yourself. So, Al picked ya up off the streets? How did your shirt get torn?” He invited himself into her room.

She turned and frowned, “I was going to change… my shirt is all bloody. He found me in an alley and brought me here to heal.”

“Oh, don't be shy. I'm not into women, so don't worry about that! Hey, when Charlie gets back, we should work on customizing your room!” He laid down on her bed. She sighed and went to her bathroom and changed in there. When she came back out she smiled, hiding her old shirt in the bathtub for now. “I'd love that! So far everyone here has been so kind.” 

Angel smiled and sat up, “well I'm glad you think so. Hopefully you know how to fight? Because a war is coming our way, and I can't promise who will survive and who won't.” 

She looked shocked, “a war?! With who?! I'm not a fighter!”

He sighed, “then why the hell did Al drag you into this? Heaven is gonna try and fuck our shit up. We're gonna try to fight back. Apparently angel's can be killed.” 

She looked even more terrified, “th- the exorcists are coming?! Here?! I- I- oh fuck, oh shit! I'm gonna die!” She fell to her knees and began shaking. Angel came over and hugged her, “hey, hey, calm down. It's just another extermination. You'll survive. We'll find a place to hide you, okay?” She took a few deep breaths to calm down.

“O-okay… I… I know how to heal, like, healing powers. I can be a medic, maybe.” 

“Healing powers? No wonder Al picked you up!” He smiled, “Come on, let me introduce you to everyone.” he got up and took her hands, leading her to her feet and out to meet everyone else.

Eventually, Alastor, Charlie, and Vaggie returned with their reinforcements, and Charlie was excited to see everyone there, but…

“Oh! Who's this new friend?” She smiled and approached Zariah. She smiled, “hi! Alastor brought me here yesterday, I was really badly hurt and he said this was a safe place. I hope you don't mind. I'm not really a fighter, but I want to help protect everyone here from the exorcists!” 

Charlie smiled back and hugged her tight, “that's great! Thank you so much, whatever way you can help will be appreciated!” 

Zariah hugged back and purred, happy to be accepted so easily. Alastor blinked in surprise, “my dear, is that purring?! How adorable!” As she let go of Charlie, Alastor reached over and pet Zariah's head. She purred even louder and her ears twitched a little as she leaned into the affection. “Thank you! I pride myself on being cute!”

After a moment, he pulled his hand away, “hm, enough of that silliness.” He then wandered off towards his radio tower. It took him a little bit to realize she was following him. He stopped in the middle of the hall, “did you need something from me, dear?” He looked over his shoulder with his constant smile.

“Oh, I was curious where you were going? Everyone else is working to learn to fight with the angelic weapons you all brought. But since I'm not a fighter, I don't know how to help or where I'll be safest to hide if Adam shows up…”

“Oh? A safe place for our little fox to hide? Follow me, my dear.” He led the way, and she followed close behind. 

“Okay, I like the way you call me ‘dear’ all the time. It feels nice.” She smiled brightly, feeling so safe here in the hotel. 

He brought her into his radio tower. “Most demons are too scared to approach my radio tower. Just know, if the On Air sign is on, do not enter or knock. Or else I will be very cross with you.” His eyes glowed just a little in warning.

She nodded, still smiling softly, “yes sir!” She looked around. “When I was alive, there was a podcast made to sound like an old fashioned radio broadcast. It was my favorite thing to fall asleep to. Cecil was an amazing radio host.” She reached out towards the radio panels, but didn't touch. 

Alastor raised an eyebrow, “I see. So you enjoy radio?”

“Oh yes! Mostly FM stations, music is in my blood. But I enjoy radio talk shows and stories as well. As long as the voice is soothing. Yours is really nice. When do you do your shows? And what kind of shows are they?” She was so chatty now that she felt comfortable with him.

“Why thank you for the compliment, my dear. My broadcasts vary depending on my moods. Sometimes I'll just report on the tea around the rings, and sometimes… I'll remind people why I'm not someone you cross.”

“Hm. Have you ever read stories? Like Listener submitted short stories?” She looked at him with a head tilt. He chuckled,

“My dear, you are the first to dare to suggest any adjustments to my radio show.” His smile had a dangerous quality to it, but she didn't budge other than turning her head the other way.

“Is that a bad thing?”

“Hm… no, I like how bold you are. It's refreshing. I'm used to fear from most who interact with me… how about we make a deal? Hm?”

“A deal? What kind of deal?”

“During the battle, you may hide in my radio tower if things get too intense. And in exchange, any time I need healing, you must provide it for me.” 

“Hm… any time you need to be healed, I will gladly give you healing. And how about, any time the on air sign is off, I can hide in here if needed?” She held out her hand.

He raised an eyebrow, surprised that she'd counter offer. “Hm, fair enough.” He took her hand and the whole room went green and wind swirled around them as the deal was sealed in magic. She looked around in shock, before fixing her hair from her face.

“Whoa, that was cool!” She laughed a little. “I didn't know you had windy powers too!”

“Actually, that's just the side effects of making a deal with a powerful demon.” He smiled, waiting to see if she'd show any signs of realizing what she'd done, only to realize she was rather innocent to how this whole thing worked.

“I think you and I will be very good friends…” He chuckled. 

He reached out to ruffle her hair again.

“Hey, I just fixed that!” She laughed again, and his smile softened. He had begun securing her as his new pet.

(If anyone knows how to link the other chapters the way others do, please message me or comment!)

[sundropmoondroplover]

Protect The Starlight Sun/Moon x Reader Chapter 6

Sorry about the wait everyone and that it's so short. This is a filler chapter as I've been swamped the last few months. I will try to update as much as I can! 

      It has been a few weeks since your first day at work and everything seemed to be going great. Moon would sometimes threaten to hurt you now and then. You had been asking Sun for tips to get Moon to trust or even like you. You remember what Sun had said the other day that had shocked you. "You think Moon doesn't like you? No, no, no... it's not that he doesn't like you. He's afraid to put his trust in people." Why would Moon be afraid to trust people? Did something happen to Moon that made him like this? You were going to find out, but unfortunately, you can't do that today. Today was your day off, and you had already promised your best friend you'd hang out with them. Currently, you are waiting for them. You looked at the time on your phone and let out a sigh. Where are they?

        You lay down on the couch for a quick minute closing your eyes. After a few minutes, you heard someone knocking at your door. You got off of the sofa, walked over to the door, and opened it. There standing was your best friend. "Finally, B/F, what took you so long?" you asked, letting them in. "So sorry, Y/n. I had something come up, but I'm here now, and you need to tell me everything," they said, smiling. You started to tell them everything about your job and how much you needed to do. You didn't leave out that you worked with Sun and Moon in the Daycare. "Oh my god! You met the daycare attendants?? What were they like? Did they like you at all?" B/F bombarded you with questions. You laughed a bit, knowing that only a few people went around Sun and Moon to drop off their kids. 

        "Well, Sun was nice and friendly. He was always helping me out and gave me great tips. But Moon, he was a different story. He was always cold and distant. He would even threaten me sometimes. I don't understand why he's like that and why he doesn't want to trust me." You tell your best friend. "Hmm, I don't know. Maybe try talking to him? Show him that you're a trustworthy person and that he can depend on you. You won't know until you try," B/F said, smiling. You thanked them for their advice and said goodbye. You were going to take their advice and try to get Moon to trust you. No matter how long it takes. 

        After hours of hanging out with your best friend, you decided to make yourself some food. You look through your cabinets and decide to make some chicken noodle soup. Sure it wasn't much but hey it was simple to make. While making the chicken noodle soup you noticed a notification come up on your phone. It was a text message from your boss. 'Due to something happening in the Daycare, you do not need to come in tomorrow as the Daycare will be closed. However the day after tomorrow you will need to come in to do some work on Sun and Moon. Thank you for taking the time to read this and see you in 2 days!' You were confused. What happened in the Daycare that led it to being closed? Did a child get hurt or did something happen to Sun and Moon? Guess you'll figure out when you go to work in 2 days.

[zepskies]

Hey Lovely! For the ask game, I'm requesting #4, #7, and #24.

Thanks!! ❤️

Well hello there, friend! 🥰

Oh my, good questions...

Hahaa oh lord. I mean, how much time do you have? 🤣 I have entire files worth of ideas from different fandoms that I've even gone so far as to outline, but have never gotten around to writing.

I think the first ones that come to my head are two series ideas in the Smallville fandom:

Hanging By a Moment - Clark Kent x OC

Summary: The path of Clark Kent’s life changed drastically after he turned sixteen. It was choice, it was happenstance, it was destiny—all in one. He didn’t know it yet, but it was always going to be her.

(Yes, title is based on the song by Lifehouse. 😂)

Keep Holding On - Jason Teague x OC

Summary: Try as Jason might, he just couldn’t compare to Clark Kent. Not in Lana’s eyes at least. Elena is the casualty of war, caught in between.

Both sound very melodramatic now that I read the summaries next to one another. 😂 The main reason why I haven't written these, I guess, is because I feel like the Smallville fandom has mostly died out. Tumblr especially doesn't really support OCs as much as reader inserts, and these stories both needed to be OCs to give me the freedom to create as much backstory and character as I wanted to.

Oh a DEEP CUT you say? 🤣 Oh God, I've been writing since I was about 10 or 11 years old (and let me tell you, it was heinous).

I think my very first fanfic was for an anime called Rurouni Kenshin. It was an AU set in present time. It was that cliché thing where the heroine is sitting at a bar and is getting hit on, but she doesn't give the guy the time of day until her boyfriend (the main male lead of the show) shows up.

That character was known for being a spitfire, so she was good at putting people in their place lol. Her boyfriend is the more mild-mannered of the two, but still very protective, so I guess that's where the idea came from in my kid brain. I've long ago deleted that story off FF.net because it was so damn bad.

My first SPN fanfic, however, can be found here on Ao3. It's also pretty rough because I wrote it back in high school when I was first watching the show, first on FF.net, then transferred it over later to Ao3.

Another interesting question... 🤔

It can take me a bit to get myself into that creative headspace, but when I'm working on a one-shot, I tend to power through the draft until I finish it in a day, maybe two if it's long (5,000+ words let's say).

If we're talking about a series, I try to knock out at least a chapter at a time in one writing session, which could take me a couple hours or several more, depending on length and how detailed my outline is, if I need to do additional research, etc.

If I really have a good flow going, sometimes I can knock out 2-3 chapters in a day. I'll have a solid 1-3 hour writing session towards the beginning of the day, take a break for a few hours, run some errands, go on a walk, have a meal, and come back to it later. I tend to do the bulk of my writing in the afternoon and throughout the night.

Thanks again for asking these questions, lovely!! 😘💜 Always happy to answer.

[shiraki-yurara]

On-Screen Lovers Part 2 Story Event - Jace - Chapter 2

Disclaimer: Morganatic Idol belongs to Cybird & ABC Frontier.

My Notes: Translation is for entertainment purpose only. Translation may or may not be correct. Please ignore any grammar mistakes.

A few days had passed since I heard that Jace-san would be appearing in a movie.

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(He said he'd be back early today, so maybe we could at least talk?)

Remembering the schedule I had heard about earlier, I knocked on Jace-san's door.

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Jace: Rina-chan, you came.

Rina: Yes. I hope I didn't bother you.

Jace-san welcomed me with a smile and escorted me into the room.

Then, my eyes fell on the script spread out on the table.

(This is the script from last time, right? It's very well read……)

There were sticky notes and a fair amount of writing on it, and it was clear that Jace-san had put a lot of effort into it.

Jace: Hahaha, I guess you saw it.

Jace: When I was doing some mental training before the read-through, I started to get a bit worried.

Jace-san noticed my gaze and laughed awkwardly.

Jace: ……Really, I said I wanted to live up to your expectations, but this is not cool.

Rina: That’s not true!

Rina: The fact that you're worried is proof that you're taking it seriously, isn't it?

Jace: Rina-chan……

Rina: I'm sorry for coming here without knowing anything about this. Would you mind telling me about it?

I asked quietly, and Jace-san seemed hesitant, but then he spoke.

Jace: The truth is……

Jace: I can't quite get the image of the role right.

Rina: When you say image, do you mean that “Ora ora” type?

Jace: Yeah. If I continue acting the way I am now, I'll just come across as a violent person……

Jace: There are some pretty intense love scenes, and I don't know how to act them.

Rina: ! Love scenes……

(That's right…… It's a romance movie, so of course there are scenes like that.)

I hastily shook off the sudden fog in my mind.

(Being jealous here is just interfering with his work. I need to calm down.)

(Above all, Jace-san is working very hard on this, and I definitely want him to succeed.)

Jace: I'm sorry. I know that even if I ask you for advice, it will only cause you trouble.

Rina: No, thank you for talking to me.

Rina: A man who is forceful, but cool and makes women's hearts flutter……

Rina: It would be good if you could grasp how to act that character, right?

Jace: Yes. I think if I have the right clue, I can do it.

Jace: I've been offered this role and I don't want to give up on it……

The earnest way he mumbled was proof of his positive attitude, despite his distress.

Rina: ……Sounds like you are having fun.

Jace: Eh?

Rina: I can see that you are now trying to take on new challenges in a positive way, Jace-san.

Rina: You’re making the face that shows you're serious about this job.

Jace: ……Did I really look like I’m having fun?

Jace-san muttered in surprise, and when I gave him a vigorous nod, his expression softened and broke into a smile.

Jace: If you say that to me, I have no choice but to do my best.

Jace: That's right, if you don't mind, could you help me prepare for the role?

Jace: There are probably some things I wouldn't notice on my own…… Besides, I want to practice the lover scene with you.

Rina: Jace-san……

He could only ask me, his girlfriend.

I could sense that feeling, and although I was hesitant, I nodded.

Rina: ……If you’re okay with me.

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Then we moved to the lesson room.

Jace: So, let's try doing an action scene first.

Jace: It's dangerous, so please step back a little bit.

Rina: I understand.

Once Jace-san saw that I had moved away, he took a light stance and then took a big leap.

Jace: Haa…… Yaa!!

After the spin kick, he moved quickly while rotating his body.

He swung his fist with smooth movements, defeating invisible enemies one after another.

(Amazing…… It's sharp and the highlights are perfectly timed.)

(It also has some flashy moves that look great on screen…… I can't take my eyes off it.)

Every time Jace-san moved, I felt my heart flutter.

When he finally stopped moving, I gave him a big round of applause.

Jace: Fufu, was it that cool?

Rina: Yes! It was like you were dancing. I was mesmerized.

Jace: The truth is I practiced this scene a lot because I wanted you to praise me.

Jace: The positive response made it all worth the effort.

(He wanted me to praise him…… It's embarrassing, but I'm really happy.)

I felt tickled by Jace-san's teasing behavior.

Jace: Well, so far so good, but…… the problem is in the next scene.

Jace: Now that my true identity has been revealed, I have to capture the woman I love and express my love to her.

Jace: If you don't mind, I'd like to act that with you……, is that okay?

I was given the script and I checked the scene.

(It certainly seems like a pretty hard scene. But……, I want to respond to Jace-san's feelings.)

Rina: Yes, let’s try it.

With the general idea of ​​the flow in mind, I stood across from Jace-san.

After a breath, the performance began.

Jace: I don't want to be rough with you, but…… come on!

Rina: Kyaa……

Jace-san grabbed my arms and tied my wrists with a towel.

(Eh, are you really going to tie me up?)

Although I was confused for a moment, Jace-san's performance didn't stop.

Jace: Now you understand, I'm your enemy.

Jace: But I fell in love with you. ……I don't want to kill you here.

Jace: Just hurry up and say you want to be mine. Then I'll help you.

He put his weight on me as if to press me down, and the skin that was pressed against broke out in goosebumps.

Rina: …… No. Now that I know you're my enemy, I can't be with you.

Jace: You can only resist like that for now.

Jace: You’ll definitely fall in love with me.

Jace-san's hands caressed up my hips and traced my breasts.

Before I could recognize the stimulation as pleasure, I desperately resisted.

Rina: ……No……!

Jace: Really? You're blushing and you look like you're about to surrender?

Jace: I'm gonna get you, no matter what it takes……

Jace-san declared as he moved his face closer to me and bit my lips.

Rina: Haa…… Nnn!

Jace: Nn…… Haa.

He kissed me repeatedly with such ravenous force that my mind went blank.

However, the moment I tried to move in an attempt to resist, Jace-san suddenly let go.

Jace: ………

Rina: Ah……, Jace-san?

Jace: Ah……, sorry. I got more excited than I thought I would.

Jace: When I saw your reaction, I couldn't control myself.

Rina: ……!

He said it jokingly, but his eyes were filled with desire as he looked at me.

Jace: But after acting like this, I feel like I understand the character’s feelings.

Rina: Eh?

Jace: This guy…… is just like me, desperate to get you to notice me before we became lovers.

Jace: I don't care what it takes, I want to get it even if it means abandoning who I am now…… That's the feeling.

Jace: Even though our tone of voice and personalities may differ, I can relate to his core desire for the woman he loves.

Jace-san lovingly stroked my cheek.

Jace: Thank you. Thanks to you, I was able to see the path of acting.

Rina: ……! I'm glad to hear it.

I smiled at Jace-san, who looked satisfied.

But for some reason, his face came closer again-----

Jace: Sorry……, I'm still not confident, so could you just accompany me a little longer?

Jace: From the kiss scene earlier, okay?

He lightly kissed me, and I felt a tingling sensation deep inside my body.

Rina: ……Okay. Let's try again.

I nodded quietly, pretending not to notice the pain in my chest that I felt at the same time.

[valeffelees]

An Ask Game for Writers to Procrastinate Working on Your WIP(s)

thank you kindly for tagging me @shrekgogurt @youarenevertooold, and @monbons i've been seeing this game make its rounds on my dash and was really hoping someone would pull me in!

🦈 Tell us the name of one of your WIP(s)

my main three wips at the moment are without sun, ballad of the final sparrow, which is more commonly known as bitverse, and fragile things (and how to break them), but i've also been fucking around a bit the last two or three weeks with a new (terrible, evil, very self-indulgent) wip called god-forbid.

🍄 Describe one of your WIPs in the format of “___ + ___ =___”  

i think i might be dumb bc i don't understand this question at all.

🌍 What tags or warnings will your WIP(s) need if you intend to share it?

bitverse: heavy angst, psychological horror elements, alcohol abuse, allusions to suicide, unhealthy coping mechanisms, dead dove: do not eat.

🧭 An alternative title to one of your WIP(s)?

ballad of the final sparrow -> baz is typing fragile things (and how to break them) -> there's a werewolf in london god-forbid -> the gap between a tragedy and comedy

⚠️ Which WIP you’re most likely to finish or update next?

i have no idea. i mean, you'd think the answer would be without sun since it's the only fic i actually have posted at the moment, but unfortunately i am an untrustworthy villain.

💾 What is the document of your WIP called? (Not the story title, but what you’ve saved it as.)

same as the fic title. if i start a new wip and don't know what to call it, i'll pick something at random and add (working title) at the end.

🖍 Post any sentence from your WIP

from without sun:

“You don’t like peppermint,” he says. But maybe she does. Maybe that’s one more thing he can add to his growing list of things he got wrong about Agatha Wellbelove. No. 1 — Dislikes peppermint; actually, she is quite fond of it. No. 2 — Likes Simon Snow; him, not so much.

♻️ A scrapped idea for your current WIP

one of the biggest changes i made to the plot of without sun really early on was penelope's role in the story. i had a clear idea of the story i wanted to tell as soon as i saw the prompt for the fic. without sun was always supposed to be about more than simon and baz. the story is about grief and love, and the space we take up in the lives of the people around us. but n e way, in my orig draft, penny was actually supposed to be able to communicate with simon a bit, and there was gonna be a whole sect of scenes in the middle of the fic where they sat around together trying to break simon's curse what we know and what we don't know style via passing notes. i ended up tossing this idea really quickly tho, and i'm glad i did bc one of my favourite moments i've ever written in any fic happens in chapter two of without sun and it belongs to simon and penny.

🤔 What’s a story you’d love to write but haven’t even started yet?

so many. or, well—what counts as "haven't even started"? i hate to let ideas sit around in my head bc it feels like leaving raspberries in the fridge for too long, like that shit is gonna get mould on it, so usually the first thing i do is rough out a few scenes and/or script out a very rough outline of the plot (like this / this / this style) so that i have something to come back to later. i have dozens of zero drafts just lying tf around. but otherwise, yeah, so many. one big idea i have is called heart on fire and it's based on fanart, but i haven't started it yet bc obvs i wanna get permission from the artist first but i've been holding off reaching out to them about it until i've knocked a few of my less intimidating longfics off my wip list bc heart on fire is gonna fucking hefty so i don't wanna give'r until i'm sure i can manage it.

🤡 How many WIPs are you actively working on?

LMFAO

🛠 Is there a scene or anything in the WIP you are struggling with right now?

i'm having a real bitch of a time with agatha's main scene in chapter two of without sun, i've been fighting with it on and off for months, but i can't get it to do what i want it to do.

❤️ Not a question, just a second kudos to send.

cheers!

sorry for any doubles but, tagging: @drowninginships @cosmicalart @that-disabled-princess @fatalfangirl @cutestkilla @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @artsyunderstudy @thewholelemon @roomwithanopenfire @hushed-chorus @blackberrysummerblog @imagineacoolusername @nightimedreamersworld @prettygoododds @confused-bi-queer @mooncello and an open tag for anybody else who wants to procrastinate their wips!

[anchanted-one]

Alliance Commander Ask Game

I saw this interesting post by @consularmain , and thought I'd do it too!

1. Who’s your Alliance Commander? What class are they? Alignment? Random other facts you wanna share?

That would be Vajra Devarath, Jedi Knight. He's mostly Light-Sided, but gets very attached to people. During his 'funeral' after he and the rest of Braga's strike team went MIA, my Consular thought he was a bad Jedi, but a really great person.

His story deviates greatly from the game, but I'll be referring to that rather than the game. I'm currently writing it on AO3, but I'm on Shadow of Revan, at the moment. I'm a long way from writing about his Commander days.

2. What’s a reason or two you like that this character is your Commander?

Vajra is decisive and clearheaded. He doesn't always know what's best, but on these occasions, he's very quick to ask Lana, Theron, Koth, Jorgan, Beywan, Scourge, Kira, or anyone else for their opinions. And choosing the one he things is the best one.

He has a good reputation in the galaxy. Most ordinary people see him as the ultimate white knight errant; honest (more than he actually is), self-sacrificing, and a winner. The Sith and both sides' High Command (including Acina) acknowledge his strength. The Jedi acknowledge his commitment to the galaxy, and perhaps even the Force. I should say, Vajra didn't ask for this, his legend just grew on its own thanks to him getting a lot of spotlight missions.

3. What’s a reason or two you don’t like about them being Commander?

Vajra was permanently affected by the carbonite. It's a source of chronic pain for him, to the point of knocking him out when he least expects it. He does cope somewhat after accepting both Sides of the Force thanks to Satele and Marr, but fifteen years after his return, he's got quite the litany of health problems.

He also has an old problem with mental health. He does deal with it on Rishi, thanks to Lana, but killing or losing allies can hit him hard.

4. Why did this character of all your OCs become Commander?

I've always been partial to the Knight-Errants, and the Jedi Knight felt like the natural anti-Emperor crusader. I thought that once they kill the Emperor in chapter 3, they're already the strongest boss in the galaxy, with few able to stand against them. In addition, Kotfe-et always felt like a Force-user storyline to me. It doesn't translate well for the others. I mean, Smuggler and Bounty Hunter are basically criminals, and Cipher Nine is a spy, not a poster model. And there are the fights against Arcann and Vaylin too...

5. Who did they side with? Did they stay loyal or go saboteur? Or maybe you headcanon they defect properly?

By the time of the Iokath conflict, my universe is far divorced from SWTOR storyline. In fact, the reverse happened. With the Fleet and the Gravestone under his command, Vajra attempts to put an end to fighting. He more or less strongarms both sides into going along with it. Acina and Chancellor Rans are the ones who have to choose, and they choose 'surrender.'

6. Are there any NPC’s from the class stories you’d like to see/HC join the Alliance? Ex: Master Timmns, Ardun Kothe, Watcher One, etc.

The following are part of my Alliance: Shara Jenn (remote worker), Watcher One (secretly), Praven, Bengel, and a bunch of others.

7. How’s your OC feeling about the current Malgus situation?

Doesn't happen. Vajra has the habit of decapitating enemies. Malgus was killed on Ilum, and there was nothing could be salvaged from the station's self-destruct.

On a meta level, I hate enemies that won't stay dead. It's lazy writing, and they already had Malora. They could've brought back Jadus, if they wanted nostalgia-bait, the community would've rejoiced. (You either die as a respected adversary, or live to become more nuisance than terror)

8. Are any of your other OC’s part of the Alliance? If yes what do they do for the Alliance? Do they get along with your Commander?

Most notably, Jasme Shan, Theron's twin sister. But she's not one of the starting classes. She's an Archivist first, combatant second. She's also Vajra's best friend.

Technically, Cipher Nine is a founding member, but only Vajra, Lana, Shara Jenn, and Watcher One know about it. Lana lets Theron and Jasme in on the secret at some point, but I don't know when.

Seraphim Abbot, who's a Jedi pilot and Kira's husband, also joins when she does (earlier, in my story).

Hekaten (Sith Inquisitor) joins the Alliance, in a way. They get along okay.

In addition, Roban Queens (Trooper) joins the Alliance early. But he's had a problem with Vajra for over a decade now.

Vajra encountered Commander Tavus on Taris, but didn't apprehend him, since Garza kept his defection secret. Roban hated him for it, somehow expecting the then-fifteen-year-old to somehow know how to tell a traitor. He picked a fight with Vajra, and lost. To add insult to injury, Vajra filed a formal complaint against him and Garza, which led to her losing trust, and getting a temporary demotion. He never forgave Vajra for that.

During the timeskip, Roban worked with Lana, and began to want her. But she wasn't interested, and he blamed Vajra for that (rarely admitting that he himself was the problem).

Oh, and um. Roban and his family are Zakuulan sleeper agents. He hates Arcann for killing them, but he's a Valkorionist through and through. So that's one more reason to hate Vajra.

9. How does your OC feel about Odessen? (Bonus: how do you feel about it)

Vajra loves it. The scenery is perfect, and it's balanced in the Force. In my story, Lana starts developing it as mroe than just a military base. It has cities, farms, industries, and even markets. They build a home on Odessen, and raise their kids there.

Personally, I love it. Only world I love more is Alderaan.

10. How does your Commander feel about being the Commander?

He accepts it. You have to understand though; he takes it to a whole new level. If you've ever heard of the Shogunate in Japan, that's what he becomes. A benign military dictator. He's able to bring peace to the galaxy thanks to this, but he hates how he's going against his teachings to be a dictator. In addition, he would've liked to have retired from fighting and leading. To spend the bulk of his time as a good husband and father.

11. Favorite place in the Alliance base?

The cliffs overlooking the base and valley beyond.

12. Favorite mission in KotFE?

Chapter 3. The escape from Zakuul, and getting rescued by Lana. On a personal note, I like how this mission frames Vaylin as a force of nature. Like the Dahaka from Prince of Persia: Warrior Within. She was a better Vader, back in those days. Then she became a worse Kylo Ren...

13. Favorite mission in KotET?

The final one, though it's very different for Vajra. When he and Hekaten meet face-to-face for the first time, Valkorion realizes that the Sith has a super-strong pull on ghosts. He uses that to escape his 'cage' (Vajra) and transfer over to Hekaten. The final chapter, where you have to piece yourself together, takes place in Hekaten's mind rather than Vajra's. The Inquisitor escapes thanks to Vaylin's interference, and Vajra briefly resumes his role in containing Valkorion before destroying him for good using Tenebrae's original body.

14. Least favorite mission in either? Why?

From meta, the walker missions. In the game, Iokath. I hate everything about that world, but especially the conclusion. After everything SCORPIO did, having her arc resolved with a single choice like that is dumb. Personally, I resent SCORPIO blaming all organics for what only the Cabal did to her. And she's not fighting for droid rights; she has no problem treating HK-55 like a tool.

15. Is your Commander successful because they’re skilled? Or are they perhaps just really lucky?

Skill more than luck, but I can't stress on how important his friends/council are to his success.

16. From our OC’s point of view, SoR -> KotET wasn’t a fun experience, did they develop any fears as a result?

He was terribly upset by finding out that he lost five whole years. Especially because everyone he knew has changed and grown without him. Most importantly, Lana and Jasme. The latter lost the love of her life (Sith Warrior, Kairegane Rooks) and nearly gave up. He wished he'd been there for her, as she'd been for him.

He's also aware of just how hard his absence was for Lana, with whom he shares a powerful Force-Bond. It was almost dead for five years, which caused her no end of grief.

It doesn't help how he realizes that they've had five years of growth taken away from them, including the family they wished to start together.

And then there's Kira, who had a son while he was frozen.

As a result, he's very afraid of losing time. He's always in a hurry to get the work out of the way, so he can do what's really important to him--spending time with his loved ones. He's loath to let them out of his sight, like he's owrried they'll slip through some crack and vanish the moment he has his back turned. This also makes him very angry with Arcann, though he manages to put his feelings aside.

17. AU time! If your Commander wasn’t Commander, which of your other OCs would have likely taken their place?

Probably no one. Kairegane Rooks, the Wrath, was terminally ill. For her to survive, she'd have to not have a congenital disease. Hekaten is taken prisoner by the Eternal Empire, and Lana and Theron don't trust Roban due to his affiliation to Zakuul (in addition to his general creepy behavior). He proves them right by abandoning the Alliance when Valkorion takes over Hekaten. Smuggler and Bounty Hunter are far too removed from galactic politics to care. I suppose someone would've risen up, but it would've been a dark and bloody universe that ended up in an even worse place than where we are now.

18. Who’s someone your Commander hopes they never have to deal with again?

The Emperor, and Roban. That second guy especially. Creeped on his wife (Lana, whom he married way back during SOR), and joined Valkorion. He even had the temerity to pretend that Force Users have bad inner eyes, rather than accept that maybe Valkorion really was the Sith Emperor.

19. Does your Commander hold on to/still use any titles they earned before KotET?

He doesn't, but he finds them thrown his way very often. Some of the titles he has, which aren't in-game titles:

General, Jedi Marshal, and Crown Reaper (or just Reaper).

20. Share something, anything at all, you want about your Commander that you’ve not really gotten the chance to share before but really want to.

Honestly, I've either already written it, or will be writing when I get there in the story.

In the beginning, I intended for each of my OCs to correspond to a deadly sin:

Vajra: Pride (in his swordsmanship) Kairegane: Lust (thrill seeker) Roban: Envy Hekaten: Greed Mark Fordorn (Bounty Hunter): Wrath (He's an escaped Power Guard) Juun Stede (Smuggler): Gluttony Devel Nirol (Consular): Sloth.

But I did a poor job of keeping to it in most cases, so the 'sins' are a shadow of what they might have been, with the exception of Mark, who's still a very angry man.

[quokkahans]

Double Catfished! [Special Chapter]

A/N: Hello, J here! So, this special chapter serves as the alternate ending! In other words, how will the story go when Changbin would drink the mysterious shot.. For context, please read the previous parts. If you have or at least remember the plot, enjoy! ;)

WARNING: This fic contains feederism, and intentional weight gain which are all SAFE FOR WORK / SFW and in this chapter, obsessive behavior which can be triggering. If you are uncomfy with this type of story and/or its elements, please look away and scroll before the cut.

AO3 VERSION

FINALE (REAL ENDING) -- PART 2

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Should I drink it? Is it worth it?

These questions were flooding Changbin's mind before he thought over it and made a decision, although it seemed sketchy, there could be a reason behind it. After all, maybe it was just one of the bar's promos for new customers.. Nothing malicious can happen on the first date, right?

Even if it wasn't the bottle of soju Jisung ordered, the older boy thought he had more than enough room for a couple of shots so he decided to take it, thanking the waiter as he left.

"Fuck it, I've been holding myself back for just a shot.. It's no big deal.", the black-haired man muttered before drinking the contents of the small glass in just one go. Little did he know, Jisung got out of the bathroom just in time to see his boyfriend really fall for his trap, making him smirk.

The younger boy decided to hold off walking back to the table and buy his gullible boyfriend some time, watching his Binnie slowly get antsy with a couple of shots. Good thing he wasn't that visible while having a good view, bless the layout of this bar. But one thing needs to be discussed: how did this happen?

Remember when Han had to go to the bathroom, right? Well, that maniac didn't have to go to the bathroom since he requested an empty shot glass and mixed in vodka with something.. special, just to keep his special someone knocked out throughout the night and buying Jisung some time to make his plan flawless. After that, this brings us back to around 30 minutes after where the light-haired boy was just watching his date down the special "shot" and some additional shots when the soju bottle finally came plus some snacks he snuck, a dirty grin splayed on his face before he came back, acting like a fool (well, he is a crazy fool, so there's the point).

Upon seeing his lover, Changbin's eyes lit up and the alcohol must've been taking its course now.

God, he's such a lightweight...

Jisung thought before cooing softly, hearing the older whine. "Where were you, Sungieee? You took so longgg.. I thought you left me!", he pouted deeply before being shushed by Han.

"Ohh, my sweet sweet Binnie.. don't think like that! I just had to take a really long call, okay? Sorry for leaving you.."

The sweet tone just made Changbin more confused but it was too enticing not to contest it so he just nodded slowly and cling to the quokka boy just a little bit more. "Hmph, okay thennn.. You owe me some kisses!", he declared, as if it was a debt to be paid (but it was true) and to his surprise, the other complied and gave his boyfriend the needed kisses, making Bin blush furiously.

"Happy now?"

"Very. You're the besttt~"

The couple now took their time with some more shots being shared—mostly being given to Changbin since Jisung turned down those being offered to him, in the guise of helping his now-drunk boyfriend but in reality, the squirrel-like boy just wanted to watch how the older boy was falling deeper and deeper into his trap and in love. But then, they had to go since the bar was closing so a taxi needed to be called.

"Let's go, baby~ We need to go home for you to rest, you're so wasted now.", Jisung teasingly said to a very clingy Changbin who was mumbling somewhere between "Nooo, I wanna stayyy~" and "I-I'm not drunkkk!" before they got inside the taxi and that's where the dwaekki placed some drunken kisses on his lover's forehead and cheeks until they arrived at Jisung's place, with Bin still highly clingy and enamored.

Upon arriving, the baker helped his drunk boyfriend off the taxi before paying the fare and then carrying him bridal style to the bedroom. As Jisung checked back to see how Changbin was doing, the older boy was already fast asleep and slightly snoring much to the quokka's dirty grin as they were now settling in the bed.

"Finally.. I got you wrapped under my fingers, hm? If you knew how obsessed I am with you, but lucky for you, when you wake up.. you won't have any choice but to stay with me."

Those words were laced with sweet venom as Han let out a small, maniacal snicker before looking for his phone and taking pictures of the sleeping frame of his boyfriend.

Another playful giggle came out of Jisung's lips as he looked at the finished pictures. "So cute while sleeping.. How much more if he gets bigger and so cuddly? Ahh, such a thought~", he muttered before cuddling his lover.

Such a fool when it comes to love.

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It was a fun time for Changbin last night, he had his first date with the boy who he talked to for almost a year in an online dating app and recently dating as well. So nothing could go wrong after this, right?

Wrong.

When the dark-haired boy tried to get up, he felt like something was attached to his arms so Changbin opened his eyes slowly and stirred awake. What he saw made his whole soul awaken and almost separate from his whole body.

"Wha- Hello? Jisung?", the shorter boy struggled to unravel the handcuffs that were tied to his wrists, feet and the ends of the bed, the cold air poking through more than usual but when he looked at the mirror, Bin realized that he was half-naked. As much as Bin wanted to blush, it was really scary since he was basically trapped on all four limbs.

"Let me out!", he begged once more before footsteps were heard outside, making the boy sigh in relief before Jisung entered the room with an obsessive look towards his boyfriend.

"Well well well.. good morning~", the quokka smiled widely before walking closer to his lover and grabbing a handful of the older's heavier belly, shaking it subsequently. That shot already did some damage, making Bin's tummy a bit larger than usual.

"L-Let me out!", Changbin whined before trying his best to get his arms and ankles out of the handcuffs but it was no use, Jisung was totally in control now.

"Aww, why would I though? I wanted you to stay.. forever."

What happened to the sweet, loving boyfriend that the news writer once knew of? This wasn't the cute quokka that he met on the first date, he was a maniac! An obsessive maniac!

Changbin looked with horror on how his Hannie turned into such a monster, but this has to be a joke.. right? The news writer got agitated and his eyes got glossier by the minute.

"W-Was this your plan all along?! I thought you really loved me!"

"Oh, I do.. I really do! Just on the level you don't expect from me.."

Jisung got closer and caressed his lover's cheek, squishing it in the process but the older swatted his hand away, tears trickling in and heart breaking at his date's psychotic behavior. "Don't touch me!"

That made Jisung a bit sad, not going to lie, but the fact Changbin was so powerless made his ego just a little bit higher.

"And then what? You're going to talk your way into leaving me? Bin, I know you better than that.. You'd be such a dumbass if leaving all of this behind would be your first option!", the younger boy shook his head, eyes brimming full of tears.

"But I know you won't do that.. right? So what do you say?"

Bin was still silent, but inside, he was brimming with anger. It looked like such an easy decision but his heartstrings were tugged so strongly, it may have swayed him to the other side..

"Still can't make a decision? Poor Binnie.. Time is ticking, my love. Too bad, I prepared breakfast just for us and I can't let it go to waste."

Changbin's eyes widened softly, his mind and heart getting conflicted with each other but he couldn't let Jisung hanging.

So, he made the decision for himself. "F-Fine! I won't leave you.. just, let me out here please! I can't stand not hugging you..", the black-haired pouted before his boyfriend gave in and uncuffed him, the couple hugged together before Jisung pinched his chubby cheeks as they headed to the kitchen.

"Such a good boy, hm? Come on, you must be hungry~"

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"Look at you, my sweetheart~ You're getting bigger and bigger! Such a piggy for me, hm?"

2 years later, after love won out, Changbin didn't regret his choice. At first, it was hard but he got used to Jisung being obsessive because when you really love someone, you learn to be obsessed too.

But that wasn't the only thing that changed, even Bin's body. He doubled his weight in those years, the once chubby belly turned into a massive one that would jiggle with every step and hang over Changbin's enormous thighs, several rolls littered on each side and stretchmarks on his navel and all over the soft flesh. His chest melted into big breasts, and even if Jisung would grab it with his hands, it would still overflow.

The shorter boy's lower body wasn't safe though, as his already big ass got enlarged with fat and was a primary target for Jisung's groping habits.

But when you have a boyfriend who loves your curves and body, Changbin wouldn't even settle for less. He loved and will continue to love Jisung. For now, he'd just have to savor this moment, gorging on one of his huge meals.

"This piggy's obsessed with you~ Love you, my Sungie!"

"Love you too, my big baby."

== THE END !! ==

A/N: Whew! It felt like years since whipping up a new post so here you go! Thank me later ;).

Anyways, y'all can drop some suggestions or we can have a story RP! <3 Again, thank you for reading!

[amywritesthings]

good morning, friends! i just wanted to pop on here really fast to clear up some confusion from my inbox/some replies i've received. i hope this does not come off as rude or upsets anyone who may have asked, but i just need this off of my chest.

i am not abandoning silver underground. the outline is written, the ending is finalized, and we have about 10 chapters to go. i finally posted my first piece of writing in nearly 2 months and it was something new, so i can see why people are confused.

that being said, please be respectful that i am enjoying my hobby and exploring new ideas! i do not get paid to write 70K words in under 6 months. all of my work comes from my own free time.

i write all of this out of love and excitement and fixation. i do recognize just how crappy it can be to be waiting for an update and not get it when an author returns -- believe me, i have GAD and the fear of disappointing strangers is constantly on my mind lol. between the last couple of chapters of SU not performing as great a la comments/reblogs in comparison to the earlier chapters, a lot of life events and obligations irl squashing my creativity, and my own mental health, i struggled plenty with knocking out 5-8k chapters a week or biweekly.

i am so proud that i wrote a novels' worth of free story between march and september. i've written ONE HUNDRED THOUSAND WORDS this year alone! and i have managed to keep a social life, career, romantic relationship, etc. it's such a mind-boggling achievement, and i'm damn impressed with myself for doing so.

but please be respectful when you ask about my other works. i know most of you started out only caring about my mando content. that's fine! then it was eddie munson, then the last of us. then it was attack on titan -- and maybe baldur's gate 3 isn't your thing! i've been known to jump fandoms as my fixations wane and grow, and i do not mind updating people about if i'm working on something or not, but all i ask is to not harass or shame me for not updating a certain work in a timely fashion because...

well, because i don't owe anyone anything. this is my hobby. i am compensated through reblogs, comments, inbox messages, and engagement -- and then i get up in the morning to work my normal job, lol. i'll write what strikes me and return to works when the inspiration hits.

thank you to EVERYONE who has contributed to engaging with my work in some form. you are the best. the reblogs seriously make me emotional. the inbox messages and comments on ao3 make me WANT to write. i am so grateful for every soul that clicks on my content and touches it in some way or another.

if you read all of this -- go do some stretches and drink some water lol

xo amy