#fic: daft pretty boys

[jeonqkooks]

jungkook #33 from the fluff list 💗 (even better if its like fboy badboy jungkook getting flustered and shy around oc hehe)

daft pretty boys | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

prompt: "i can't think around you."

rating: G

word count: 0.8k

genre/warnings: classmates to .. lovers?, college au, basketball captain!jk, he's neither a fuck boy nor a bad boy he's just a cute boy <3, fluff, swearing as per uzh, i plagiarized MYSELF bc the shit mentioned here was actually taken from my final paper for a film class two years ago lmaooooooo

as always, i’d appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading ♡

If there's one thing that Jungkook absolutely despises, it's when people think jocks are dumb. It's a common misconception and it's downright hurtful sometimes; just because Jungkook is the basketball captain, doesn't mean that anybody has the right to assume he's got hay for brains.

However, if someone were to come up to him right now and say it to his face, he probably wouldn't disagree.

"So yeah, if they lose the memories of these relationships, I think they'd also be losing parts of themselves that make them whole, because an individual's identity is an accumulation of multiple smaller identities they have with every single intimate relationship that ultimately forms one collective identity, y'know?" you finish, and it's not until then that Jungkook comes back down to earth, realizing that he's just been staring at you this whole time. "Anyway, what do you think?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah! Same, uhm," Jungkook stammers. "I also thought about their collective relationsh- I mean, collective identity and multiple identities and-"

You purse your lips as you take in his whole demeanor, like a nervous child fumbling with his words. "Did you not watch the movie?"

He did watch the movie. In fact, Jungkook watched it three times over the weekend because that's how much he liked it. When he registered for this class - History of Popular Cinema - at the end of last semester, he was hoping that it'd be an easy elective so he could focus more on basketball and his core courses. And for the most part, this film class is easy. All he has to do is watch movies and hand in a few short essays every now and then. Piece of cake.

Then the final paper rolls around and the professor assigns everybody a partner to work with. In theory, it should still be a piece of cake, because there still isn't that much to do anyway.

So why is it so fucking hard all of a sudden?

Jungkook had never really noticed you before you became his designated collaborator for the month. Never saw you on campus, never saw you attending the games. Hell, he didn't even know your name until this final assignment.

"I watched it," he defends himself lamely.

"Okay. And?"

"It was good."

You frown, and all Jungkook can think about is how adorable that crease between your eyebrows is. How he just wants to reach across the table and smooth it over, or better yet, kiss it away.

He's fully aware of how stupid he must look, with his sweaty palms and his words falling over each other like goddamn Jenga pieces, in front of a girl that he's been obsessed with for weeks now. Jungkook doesn't normally do crushes, but the more time he spends with you to work on this lame ass paper, the more he finds his mind drifting to you even when you're not in his vicinity.

He thinks you're so pretty when you absentmindedly bite your lip whenever you're concentrating. He thinks you always smell like jasmine, and he's delighted by how your scent lingers on his own clothes after every time you meet, like he's carrying home a reminder of you. He thinks you're ten leagues smarter than him when you text him whole paragraphs detailing how postmodern filmmakers flirt with the concept of identity fragmentation through different types of cinematic manifestation as a reflection of the realistic postmodern person, because what the fuck does that even mean?

"You're not doing a very good job at convincing me you watched the movie," you say.

Jungkook groans internally - and a little externally too - as he runs a hand down his face. "I watched it, I promise," he tells you. "I watched it, and I really liked it. It made me think about a lot of deep shit that I don't normally think about."

"Uh huh," you say slowly. Your frown is still there, but now it's embedded in confusion as you try to understand his dilemma. "Then tell me about that. What was the deep shit?"

"I can't."

"Why not?"

How is he supposed to explain that every single thought he had suddenly grew legs and yeeted itself out the window the second he saw you arrive today, wearing a stunning smile and a t-shirt that says Caution: Full of Shenanigans? Not once in his entire life had Jungkook felt so no thoughts, head empty.

"Because I can't think around you," he settles on being honest. "Because I keep thinking about you when you're not here, yet when you are, I can't even think at all."

It takes a minute for his words to sink into your brain, and Jungkook watches nervously as a blush spreads across your cheeks, so rosy that he just wants to grab your face and pepper kisses all over. For the first time since he has known you, you don't know how what to say.

The sight of you, rendered speechless by him being rendered an idiot, has Jungkook blushing too. Despite the patch of bashful silence that ensues, somewhere outside the metaphorical windows of his and your minds, both your thoughts are riding off into the sunset together, holding hands.

all rights reserved © jeonqkooks. reposting, translating and/or modifying is not permitted by any means. [posted 27.05.2023]

[starstruckodysseys]

she’s getting into something (he’s going all or nothing) —

(or: lanie doesn’t do bets. or lessons, for that matter. there’s also not a lot she wouldn’t do for her friends. unfortunately.)

(or or: the ep8 business date/craps game but a little to the left. extremely to the left, some might say. possibly not even on the map anymore)

“Okay,” Lanie says, because she’s pretty sure they’re getting confused here, “hang on, sidebar real quick.”

She drags Wendell-as-Vic off to the side, just enough that no one should be able to hear them. It’s both easier and harder than usual, but somehow not in a way that cancels out.

“Wen,” she says quietly, staring him dead in the eyes, not taking her hand off his shoulder. “Wendell. You are aware that I, actual person Lanie Woodward, am not a lesbian, right?”

He stares at her like he was not, in fact, aware of this. “…What?”

Lanie sighs, rubs at her temple. “I’m— what do you mean what? I flirt with half the customers that come into the store!”

“I’ve never seen you flirt with a guy!” he whisper-shouts frantically.

Holy shit. Holy actual shit. There’s a voice in the back of her mind that isn’t hers yelling at her not to cry, but she feels pretty damn close to it.

It’s not— Lanie is not subtle. That has never been a word in her vocabulary. If she grins and laughs and leans a little closer during conversation than strictly necessary, people assume things, and that’s easier than dealing with her actual emotions. But this is not that, has never been that. She’s aware that she’s an awkward third wheel in whatever the hell Wendell and Liv have going on, but she’d assumed everyone was aware of that. It’s, like, her entire deal. Usha winks pointedly at her and Dang laughs while Russell attempts to be comforting when she groans too loudly and Paula— well, Paula might not actually be aware of it, but that’s perfectly fine with her.

But anyway. She was under the impression everyone knew, for the most part. Hell, Dave’s gotten onto her about it numerous times! Which, to be fair, he kind of does anyway, but fuck him because she’s nineteen and already in debt and—

Lanie sighs. Swallows. Glances around for anyone remotely resembling a bartender. Finds no one. “Is there a bartender here?” she asks desperately.

The weird clown man in the back steps forward, bowing slightly. Lanie squints at him, recognizes him as the guy who set up the kiss bet, and nods.

“Can I get, just… the strongest thing you have. In general.” She makes a vague hand motion that means nothing.

“Lan—” Wendell starts, stops, tries again. “Cara. I don’t—”

She waves him off. “I’m fine. Or, I will be fine in the next thirty seconds, if someone gets to it.” She raises a pointed eyebrow, something she’s never been able to figure out how to do as herself.

The clown man bows deeper. “Yes, ma’am.”

Lanie cringes, but nods, and he sets off to… somewhere. The where isn’t important. She’s currently unpacking the difference between what she’s meant the past few months and what everyone else has apparently assumed she’s meant. Or at least what Wendell has assumed she’s meant. Which is nothing.

She thinks she might have an aneurysm.

But that’s— they don’t have time for this right now. They have to learn how to play craps — and then pretend that they knew how to play craps the whole time, because Kingskin’s entire thing is crime and gambling and whatnot, and they can’t risk being found out now — so that Wendell doesn’t fucking die in the movie or whatever. Either that or he… kisses Liv on the mouth. As Kingskin and Vic Ethanol. She’s getting flashbacks to every high school party she ever went to.

Is it wrong that she doesn’t really care who wins? Probably. She’s also murdered several people at this point, so maybe her morals are a little off. Sue her.

Liv glances sideways at her when she sits back down. “Everything okay?”

“I think I’m going insane, Livvy,” Lanie mutters, just loud enough for only Liv to hear.

“Oh.” Liv frowns. “Do you want to head out?”

“I mean, I’d love to, y’know, survive,” Wendell cuts in, swinging around to sit on Lanie’s other side, which does not feel convenient if they do lose the game.

She’s not complaining or anything. It’s just impractical. From a logical standpoint. Obviously.

“They legally can’t kill you,” she says, bumping their shoulders together — a feat that’s a little more difficult now that their height difference… exists at all, really, but is more exaggerated than usual. “Pretty sure you made sure of that.”

“I didn’t do anything!” he protests weakly.

Lanie rolls her eyes fondly, and Liv laughs, and Wendell huffs but doesn’t say anything else. If she squints, it looks like he’s blushing, but that would be— well. Actually. It would be ridiculous on Vic Ethanol, sure, but she knows Wendell well enough that it’s hardly even surprising. It’s just… strange, seeing it on someone else’s face. Which is kind of a summary of their entire experience here so far.

The clown guy returns with her drink. He pauses in the doorway when he sees them, but recovers quickly, only looking at them a little suspiciously as he hands over the glass, the liquid somehow both muddy brown and bright pink at the same time. Right. She has a reputation to uphold, and the fact that her best friends slash main flirting targets are not women is not helping Cara’s whole lesbian thing. The lesbian thing being that she is a lesbian.

Maybe that’s Lanie’s lesson here. Stop being an obnoxious freak.

She’s never been good at taking lessons to heart.

“You all know how to play, yes?” French fry man asks — Pommefriete, whatever, it’s a stupid name. His accent is slowly getting less French and more incomprehensible.

“Um. Yeah. Definitely,” Liv says awkwardly. “But if we could get, like, a refresher? For the table…?”

This is going either nowhere or very badly and neither of those are great options.

“Just so we’re on a level playing field,” Lanie adds. If she leans a little more forward than necessary, well. “You wouldn’t want someone to have an unfair advantage, would you?”

Pommefriete shakes his head. “Certainly not. A refresher for the table it is!”

She lets out a very small sigh of relief. Wendell bumps their legs together under the table, and Liv flashes her a grateful smile when they make eye contact. She sends one back — it was Liv’s idea, after all. She’s just… using her resources. Yeah, that’s it. Pretty privilege works, kids.

Unfortunately, it isn’t enough to save their dice rolls, which end up being very bad. Lanie still doesn’t entirely understand how the game works, but the numbers are low and that’s not usually great in dice games. She leans back in her chair, lets out a low whistle. There’s not much else to do.

“Practice round,” Wendell mutters. Liv nods, determined.

Lanie takes a sip of her drink in preparation. It’s far stronger than she’d expected, even with her request, and it tastes strangely like nail polish remover. She coughs, attempting to muffle it with one hand and failing miserably. She’s still decidedly too sober to deal with literally any of this, so she takes another drink and pretends it doesn’t burn her throat on the way down.

There’s a tension in the air, electric and terrifying. Lanie isn’t even involved in the game, or the bet — they’d offered, but her luck has always been terrible — but she’s still on the edge of her seat. Metaphorically speaking, that is.

The dice clink against the table. Liv swears under her breath. Wendell goes deathly still. Lanie kicks back the rest of her drink before even bothering to look at the numbers. It’s entirely worth it once she does.

“Well then,” Pommefriete says, sounding just smug enough that Lanie actively resists the urge to not punch him in the face. “That’s the way the dice fall, I suppose. Or, roll, rather.”

He laughs as if he’s made some sort of clever pun, and not just a statement of fact. Next to Lanie, Wendell’s still completely frozen, and she covertly elbows him to drag him back to the present. He jolts, stares properly at the dice on the table, and seems to physically hold back a groan. She can’t say she doesn’t relate, and she’s not even part of the deal here.

“I, uh.” Liv moves like she’s going to mess with her hair, then seems to remember she doesn't exactly have hair to mess with. “Do we just…?”

Her hesitance is strange to see on Kingskin, but it makes it easier for Lanie to pretend that this is a normal situation for the three of them and not borderline life or death. Like they’re playing Truth or Dare at a sleepover, and not gambling Wendell’s life away.

The dynamite sticks out from behind the table. She thinks she sees red for a second.

Lanie has, over the course of their time in the movie and even before it, watched Wendell and Liv dance around each other. She’s seen Wendell forget how to form sentences like a functioning human, noted carefully as Liv’s feelings seemed to slowly blossom into something new. It’s cute, really, and she’s used to being the third wheel in their whole deal, used to being the advice girl, the therapist friend.

She scoots her chair back to give them space. Liv places one monstrous hand on her thigh to stop her and leans in.

It’s a painstakingly slow affair. Which is fair, because she doesn’t think either of them have kissed anyone before — not that she’s one to talk — and they’re two of the most awkward people she knows. When it comes to each other, at least. Thank god Liv is at least a little assertive when the situation calls for it.

They’re still incredibly far apart. The fact that everything feels like it’s going way too fast doesn’t change the actuality of the situation. Lanie sighs, leans back, catches Wendell’s eye for half a second and raises an eyebrow, pointed and teasing and a little jealous, all at once.

It’s just a Liv thing, he’d said. She doesn’t know if she still believes it.

“You chicken?” she says, like a challenge.

She doesn’t mean to say it, really. But there’s a buzz in her chest and a warmth in her bones, and her brain doesn’t feel completely tethered to the ground, much less her own head. It’s not entirely her fault she’s saying the first thing to come to mind.

Lanie isn’t particularly quiet, most of the time. The alcohol is doing nothing to help.

Wendell sputters, avoiding her gaze even as his face reddens. Liv pauses for a fraction of a second, glances at Lanie and immediately looks away. She doesn’t know what to do with any of this information. Her brain’s so fuzzy she might not even be retaining it.

(She is. It’s going straight to the back of her brain, highlighted in several different colors and cataloged under what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck. She’s used that box a lot more recently.)

They’re leaning in again. Not that they ever really stopped, but it’s actually happening now, and Lanie really feels like she shouldn’t be here, or should at least be looking away, but Liv’s hand is burning a hole through her thigh and she doesn’t even know if she could move if she wanted to. She should want to. This is weird.

The voice in the back of her head — the one that isn’t hers, technically, just trapped in its own body — has dulled down. Logically, Lanie knows Cara’s in there somewhere, probably shouting at her to leave the situation, but she can’t hear the woman unless she actively tries. And, for reasons she thinks are pretty solid, she doesn’t really feel like trying. She’s got… other things on her mind right now.

She hasn’t been able to take her eyes off of either of her friends in front of her, which isn’t much different from usual, actually, but there’s a flash of movement in the corner of her eye, and even in her clouded state she manages to clock it. Pommefriete is dashing away, more subtle than anyone else in this goddamn film.

“Fucking—” Lanie mutters, then continues, at a normal volume: “I hate to break this up, trust me, but french fry motherfucker is currently getting away, and I feel like we should maybe do something about that.”

Maybe it’s her words, or her voice, or the fact that half of those words weren’t even words because she’s slurring them just barely, but Liv and Wendell spring apart, nervous and hesitant. Lanie rolls her eyes — she loves them, really, but there’s a time and a place and yes she’s being a hypocrite, but that’s not relevant. Blame the fact that she’s getting drunker by the second.

They, eventually, dash out the door, hopefully hot on the tail of the clown guys who apparently want them dead. It doesn’t take long to find them, mostly because they’re brightly colored and in a large room. Lanie reaches for the gun in her pocket, then switches sides because that’s her taser, actually, which is also her MacGuffin and not something she wants to be throwing around for no reason.

And then it turns out they don’t even need their weapons, because the hotel staff spring out from literally nowhere and, quite literally, commit murder in their own hotel. It feels far too convenient, but then again, they’d said they’d protect their group when they walked in, no murder rules aside. Which is kind of just an everywhere rule, actually.

“Holy shit,” Wendell says, awed.

Lanie laughs. “Again. You did that.”

She doesn’t know how she knows that, or even if it’s true, but he smiles in response, a little proud, a little shocked, and something warm fizzles in her chest.

Liv, on the other hand, looks more downtrodden, slumping out of Kingskin’s ramrod straight posture. Her halberd sits loosely in her hand, resting against the floor. Lanie attempts to process this, connect the dots that feel way too far apart. She doesn’t get a chance to before one of the clown guys pops up from the floor, apparently not completely dead, and Liv brings the halberd down right across his neck. There’s a grin on her face as she does. A subconscious shiver runs down Lanie’s spine.

“Holy shit,” she echoes, barely above a whisper. Wendell nods slowly, eyes wide.

Never Stop Blowing Up is not a slow paced film. It’s quite possibly been the most insane god-knows-how-many hours of her entire life. She’s committed several crimes by this point. And she doesn’t know if it’s because they’re just standing around, for the moment, or if it’s everything crashing down at once, or what, but this feels like far too much. Like they’ve crossed some sort of invisible line she hadn’t even known existed.

Don’t get her wrong, she’s not upset about the series of events that have led up to now. She’s just… having an adrenaline crash, it seems. Not the greatest time, all things considered.

Liv leans down, tosses Wendell his dynamite, which he fumbles with for just a moment. Something feels like it clicks in the back of Lanie’s mind, but she’s far too out of it to know what. Or care what, for that matter. She would love to get out of the room with several dead bodies. Maybe even find the rest of their friends.

“Are you feeling okay?” Liv asks, her brows furrowed.

It takes Lanie longer than it should to realize the question is directed at her. “Never better,” she says, and the slur of her speech immediately contradicts it.

Neither of them seem to believe her.

“Right,” Liv says, audibly holding back a laugh.

Wendell loops an arm over her shoulders, and she leans in on instinct, only then remembering that Cara’s 5’4 on a good day and not Lanie’s comfortable 5'10. She’s never had to lean against him like this — never been able to, really, they’re about the same height. It’s weird. She’s also not completely upset about the whole situation.

Liv’s hand — Kingskin’s, really, but Lanie cannot find it in herself to care enough to differentiate the two right now — darts out, then retracts, like she can’t quite figure out what to do with it. There’s a dazed sort of look in her eyes, which might be bold coming from Lanie, who is notably drunk off her ass right now, but the fact that it’s there at all is… a little concerning. Then again, a bunch of shit just happened in the span of maybe half an hour, more emotionally taxing than anything else they’ve done so far.

Mostly it’s just been explosions. These are like… mental explosions. Or something smarter than that. Again, her brain is not in her head right now.

They make it back to the lobby, eventually, and Lanie has to blink to reprocess the deep purples and bright pinks scattering across the room. For a moment, the only coherent thought that comes to mind is holy shit they’ve got bisexual lighting this place fucking rules. And then Liv snorts next to her, and she realizes it is not just a thought.

She likes making Liv laugh, though. She’s gorgeous when she does, when her eyes sparkle and her lips curl into a smile to create the most beautiful sound Lanie’s ever heard. It’s even better when she doesn’t pretend, when her eyes fall shut and her head tilts back and she grins like nobody’s watching, and it’s breathless and melodious and if Lanie could play it on repeat every day she would for the rest of her life. It doesn’t happen often, but Lanie’s pretty damn funny. She’s heard it enough to make it count for something.

At some point in the process of being too gay about her friend’s laugh, she’s been handed off to said friend, Liv’s hand warm where it rests tentatively on her back. Lanie blinks up at her, which is also new — god, someone should teach Cara about platforms, or, like, inserts, or something — but also not a terrible thing. She kind of understands why girls go for taller guys.

“Wendell went to go get water,” Liv explains quietly.

Lanie stares at her, eyes no doubt strangely wide and pathetic if the way she feels is any indication, processing the information. Her brain is currently the equivalent of Internet Explorer right now, so it takes a moment, but eventually she nods, and Liv lets out a sigh of what might be relief.

“Anyone ever tell you you’re really pretty?” Lanie says suddenly, because she needs Liv to know, and sure, it’s a little weird saying it to Kingskin, but it feels like if she squints enough, tilts her head, she can almost see Liv herself in there. “Cause you are.”

Liv coughs, flushes a shade of red that only proves Lanie’s point. “Um. Thanks!” She sounds strained, but not upset. “You’re, uh. You too. You’re also… really pretty. And cool. And, uh.”

She cuts herself off, glances away, scratches her cheek. The words send a thrill up Lanie’s spine anyway.

There’s the hint of a smile on Liv’s face, though. Lanie tries not to think about that too hard before she spirals. It’s pretty simple — there’s a paper airplane flying out the window, and she slips out of Liv’s grip to follow it, ignoring her protests. Her brain tracks movement and bright colors and pretty much nothing else. It’s not entirely her fault for getting distracted.

Someone bumps into her, as to be expected in such a crowded building, but they seem to do a double take, which is less expected.

“La— Cara?” Russell’s voice says, distant, and Lanie turns to see Jennifer Drips, in all her glory. He stares at her in confusion, which slowly morphs into more concern than she thinks is warranted. “Are you… good?”

Why do people keep asking her that? “Feeling great,” she says, attempting to lean on the nearest table. There is no nearest table.

Russell catches her before she can completely tip over, sets her upright. “Lanie,” he says, worryingly serious, “what happened to you?”

She pauses. That is… a very good question, actually. “Uh. Wendell ‘n Liv—”

“Didn’t do anything,” Wendell interrupts out of nowhere, his voice at an octave she didn’t know voices could hit. “Nothing happened. She’s drunk.”

He passes her the water. She stares at the cup, then back up to him. Raises an eyebrow teasingly. Grins when he becomes obviously flustered.

“You do care,” she says smugly. It doesn’t come out as smooth as she would like, but it gets the point across.

“Yeah, well.” He gestures vaguely at nothing. “I’m going to go, uh. Talk to Liv. At the— at the blood rave. If you… wanted to come.”

Lanie considers this, deeper than perhaps the situation requires. She shakes her head. “I think— I’m gonna chill with Russell. We’re buddies. Besties. Pals. Uh.”

Wendell gives her a look she doesn’t think she could decipher if she were sober. “Right. Well, uh. Don’t die?” he offers. Glances up to Russell. “Please make sure she doesn’t die.”

“Sure thing,” Russell says, amused. “Have fun.”

“Love you!” Lanie calls at Wendell’s retreating figure. She turns back around before she can see him stumble so hard he nearly faceplants.

Russell definitely sees it, but doesn’t comment on it, just looks at Lanie, expectant and amused. “So, what did you say is happening with them?”

She lights up at that, grins, because she loves to gossip and she loves to talk about her friends. “They’re, like, making out in the blood rave or whatever. I dunno. So—”

“I’m sorry,” Russell interrupts, and he does genuinely look apologetic. Ignoring the fact he’s obviously trying not to laugh. “The what?”

“You know.” Lanie shrugs. They all know about the blood rave, duh. “The blood rave. I dunno. Not my business. They almost kissed, Russell. ‘N I was just kinda… there. In the middle.”

Rest in peace to Russell’s brain for trying to figure out what the fuck she’s talking about right now. Godspeed, soldier. She can see him connecting the dots, and waits patiently for him to do so — it’s not that complicated, really. Why is everyone so confused about all this?

“So— hang on.” Russell actually sits down on the ground, which is kind of weird considering how many chairs there are here, but Lanie just follows suit because standing is getting tiring, actually, and her feet are starting to hurt. “What do you mean in the middle?”

Lanie huffs petulantly, like a toddler. “We played craps, ‘n the french fry fucker had Wendell’s MacGuffin, so we bet on it, and it was either that or he ‘n Liv kissed. We… didn’t win. It was so bad, Russell.”

“The kiss?”

“No— well. Maybe?” She considers that, then shrugs. “I dunno. I wasn’t part of that. I was just… in the middle. Literally.”

Russell stares at her, Jennifer’s piercing gaze boring into her soul. She doesn’t entirely blame him, this time. Her brain was just as foggy in the moment.

“So no one actually kissed.” It’s a statement more than anything, as if he’s processing everything. “And you’re… okay with that?”

She shrugs again. “I like being the guy in the middle. ‘M not that worried about it.”

She’s surprised to find she really means it when she says it. Anyone with eyes can tell she’s absolutely down bad for her best friends slash coworkers slash multiple question marks at this point, but she’s genuinely never really expected it to go anywhere. Especially now that Liv seems to return Wendell’s feelings, even if she’s not completely aware of it herself. Sometimes Lanie uses the only two psychology classes she ever took for good.

Russell frowns, which confuses her, because she’s not upset about any of this. “But you’re into both of them.”

Jesus fuck, why is this a conversation she’s having with a coworker nearly thirty years older than her?

Because she’s drunk and no one else will listen to her, most likely. And anyway, Russell’s initiating at least seventy percent of it, so it’s not entirely her fault. Just mostly.

“‘S like… imagine a tricycle,” she says, only half sure of where the metaphor is going. “Three wheels. Two of them are in the front, and then there’s the one in the back. The two are like… bonded or whatever. Besties. Lovers. Worse. I dunno.

“You can’t get, like, stability without the third one, though,” she explains. Her eyes feel less dry than they were a minute ago, and when she reaches up to rub at them her hand comes back tear streaked. Huh. “It’s there for emotional support, or something. And it doesn’t mind being at the back, ‘cause how else do you get to see the other two?”

“That’s…” Russell trails off. “I don’t think tricycles are set up like that.”

Okay, so it’s not a perfect metaphor. Sue her.

Lanie groans, probably a little overdramatic. “Shut up, I’m making points. You get it.”

He smiles like he just might. “That makes a lot of sense, though, Lanie. I just think maybe you haven’t been paying close enough attention.”

And then, like he hasn’t just casually dropped a bombshell like that on her, he pats her shoulder before standing up and wandering off. She thinks she sees him with Usha, but she’s too busy staring at the ground and trying to refocus her brain as she runs through every interaction she’s ever had.

It doesn’t go well, not at the moment. Later, though — later, they’ll end up on a speedboat to the Amazon, and Lanie will squeeze herself between Liv and Paula and shiver in nothing but a tank top. Later, they’ll end up in Alaska first, and she’ll throw up off the side of the boat when Usha takes over driving, and Wendell will quietly confess that he and Liv didn’t kiss the night before.

Later, Liv will run off, and they’ll find out about Dave, and they’ll storm the White House when it flies away, and a million other things will happen that Lanie won’t comprehend at the time, much less afterwards.

Later — much, much later — they’ll have time. Time to choose, time to talk, time to figure things out.

For now, Lanie passes out in the middle of the floor until Dang nudges her awake with his foot and dreams about almost kisses that aren’t an almost.

[angelfrombeneth]

MAGICAL DRYING DISASTER - T . NOTT

Mature Content Ahead

Theodore Nott x Fem!Reader

Summary: After waking up late and discovering you left your washing in the machine over night. You had no other choice to use magic to dry it - except it did dry but also shrunk, massively, in the process. Once Theo finds you let's just say he manages to keep it kept in till the common room. Then it's all fair game from there.

Warnings: SMUT, No Protection - PIV, Theodore is a munch - Fem Oral, Body Worship, Smidge of SubWhiney!Theo, Cursing

A/N: This is my first one-shot fic I've posted in a long time but also my first one EVER on tumblr. I used to write on wattpad and ao3 but took a very long hiatus. So excuse if my smut writing is a bit off or any spelling mistakes I currently have acrylics on - its quite hard to type.

Click Clack.. Click Clack...

You ran towards your class quickly, pulling town the absolute belt of a skirt you wore today before entering into your potions class. Late.

"Miss Neveah.. Thank you for finally joining us" Snape panned. His face expressionless as he stared at you. A slight hint of disapproval in his face.

"I'm sorry sir, it won't happen again!" You scurried to your seat beside Pansy.

"It most definitely will not" He groaned before turning back to the chalk board to continue his explanation.

You shimmied on your seat, pulling as much skirt down as you could. Practically flashing those behind you of your bright red thong and gorgeously placed star tramp stamp.

Nice touch is what you thought when you got it a few months ago after a night out in the muggle clubs with Pansy. She persuaded you and said Theo would love it. Or which he did.

"Y/N.. your skirt is practically a belt. Trying to flash us all?" She whispered, giggling as he peered down as your legs, absent of any tights aswell.

"Girl.. It shrunk when I tried to use magic to dry it. All my other skirts are dirty" You pouted. "I also couldn't find a pair of fucking tights, I was running so late"

"Its not that bad, just don't bend over if you can" She smiled as she reached to your ponytail tieing in a little green piece of ribbon into a bow. "And don't let Mr Lover boy see you" She snickered.

You sighed, focusing in the rest of your class. Praying not many people noticed. You were pretty daft thinking that. You were already the hot goss. It was only so long till Theo found out.

Though alot of boys in Hogwarts fancied you, they all knew about Theodore Nott swooping in, in 4th year the year before you 'blossomed' as they said. They say he saw the potential and snatched it up while they could.

You walked down the hall, pulling your books to your chest as your red bottoms clipped the wooden floor that spanned the whole school. Many turned your way gawking as you, mostly more than normal due to tour skirt size today.

You weren't a bad girl. You has good grades, you were overly nice to everyone just the people you hung round with were opposite. Many saying you were too nice.

After a quick detour to pick up an extra book from the library you shuffled down the corridor, your heels clicking their signature click against the oak as you walked towards your friends who stood beside your regular post class meeting pillar.

"Sorry I'm late!" You skipped towards them hurriedly. You watched as Theo whipped his head around, his jaw practically dislodging from his face as he stared at you.

Mattheo wolf whistled as he looked you up and down. Smirking as he pushed himself off the wall - "Damn Y/N, I didn't know you had this hiding somewhere"

"Neither did I" Theo's gaze burned through you as he bent his neck to get look at you from behind. Definitely a sight for sore eyes.

"I'm sorry- I fucked up a spell and I was running late I didn't mean to- OUCH! THEO!" you got cut off as he slapped his hand harshly against your ass before gripping a handful as he smirked down at you. The boys laughing at the pair of you.

"As much as I am thoroughly enjoying the sight Bella" He looked down at you, his gaze growing darker by each word that fell from his lips. He leaned in, practically growling in your ear."I don't like to share amore mio"

You gulped at his words as he pulled his jumper off, wrapping it around your waist. Slightly tugging on the fabric jerking you forward into his chest as he smiled down at you before kissing your forehead softly.

"As cute as you two are, everyone's looking. Can we clear out" Pansy groaned.

You snapped back into reality, quietly ushering an apology to the group as Pansy pulled your hand as you both walked hand in hand ahead of the boys.

You heard a smack and an 'ow' turning around quickly as you turned the corner seeing Theo slapping Mattheo across the head. "Flirt with someone else" He groaned. You giggled slightly at his protectiveness.

Once you arrived to the common room everyone scattered to do their own thing. Theo once more approaching you.

"Now..." a cheeky smile appeared on his lips as his hands held your hips softly as he peered down at you. The height difference really getting to you. "I can't stop thinking about that little skirt on you.." His hands slowly moving down and around to the curve of your ass as he nibbled at his lip. "..and how much I want to fuck you in it" He whispered the last part lowly as his tongue poked out and slid across his bottom lip as he squeezed your ass through his jumper.

"Then do it" You caught his gaze, already out of breath from his minimal touch.

It's like that's all he needed to hear. Like without warning and no regards for the fact your friends were just a few steps away bundled in the corner on the coaches - he pulled you tightly, hand on your ass against him as his lips crushed into yours. Needy kisses as if he hasn't kissed you in months.

The sudden rip of his jumper loosening the knot as it dropped to the floor. His hands sliding under the little fabric the skirt had as his nails gripped into the flesh on your ass cheeks. You yelped slightly and he took that as permission to shove his whole tongue down your throat. The kisses grew messier and messier as you both backed up towards the stairs, bumping into everything possible as you both chuckled.

Breaking the kiss as you both removed various pieces of clothing as you scrambled up the stairs. By the time you got to yours and Pansys' room you both had disregarded of practically everything. Theo quickly finishing unzipping his trousers before pushing you into the room, kicking the leg off quickly, flinging his trousers into the centre of the hallway as he shut the door behind him.

You stood infront of him in just your skirt, bra and panties as he ruffled his hair, staring at you like a kid in a candy shop, pondering what you try next.

"DONT WORRY WE'LL CLEAN UP AFTER YOU TWO!" Draco yelled, annoyance plastered in his voice.

That broke Theo out of the trance he was in as he lunged at you, unclipping your bra swiftly as he threw it across the room before pushing you against the bed.

"Fuck, I'm so hard. I can't- I just need to fuck you now" He groaned, biting at his lip anxiously as he stared down at you. "Get on all fours". You obliged and quickly.

You felt the sudden cold breeze against your clit as he tightly yanked on your thong, splitting it apart at he threw it on the floor aswell as he kicked off his boxers.

"Fuck your so hot" He groaned, dropping to his knees as he gripped your ass, spreading your cheeks wide as he licked a nice wet strip up your pussy.

A moan lodged itself in your neck as you bundled up the sheets in your hands as he let out a shaky breath.

"Wanna eat you out so bad, but my cock is throbbing.. Need to treat you well tho" He whined as he spat into his hand as he began to fuck it. His free hand gripping your ass as he dove his tounge deep into you.

You hung your head forward as you let out an exasperated sigh as your toes curled. Theo's tongue worked wonders inside of you. He ate you out like it was dire need. The roughness of his mouth sopping against your pussy as his tongue drilled into your hole. The wetness of both his mouth and your pussy mixing as he moaned against you as he continued to fuck the shit out of his hand. Loud moans rumbled against you as he sucked and twirled like no tomorrow.

You were drawing to your high as you noticed he stopped, pulling away for a moment as he let out a deep growl before a light whimper escaped his lips as he came up the bottom of your bed frame and on the floor. He panted for a moment, light whimpers leaving gis mouth as he toyed with his sensitive dick.

"Fuck- Sorry Principessa. I came, naughty of me to do so before I helped you. I'll make sure you feel extra good" His other hand colliding with your ass again as he dove back in. His nose rubbing harshly against your slit as he flicked his tongue continously against your clit. Sucking and nibbling at it from time to time as he continued to grip and massage at your ass.

The sudden overwhelming feeling drove you over the age as you screeched, yelping as you squirted all over his face. You gasped loudly, crashing to the bed as your legs shook slightly as you panted.

"Mhmm.. Love it when you squirt" You looked at Theo as he wiped the cum from his face, sucking his fingers like a dessert he's got to finish.

"You're so gorgeous, so fucking beautiful.. Beautiful body" He groaned as he slid his hands up your curves, moaning softly as the scene infront of him. "S'lucky.. So fucking lucky.."

He tapped your thigh, as you led on your stomach on the bed, your legs hanging off the end slightly as your tippy toes held against the floor.

"Gunna make you feel so good, amore" he cooed as he lied up his tip with your slit before thrashing it in harshly. You yelped once again at you looked back at him.

"Going to teach you not. to wear. a slut. short. skirt. again. fuck!" He growled with each thrust as your body jerked against his movements. Your body slid up and down the bed as your feet struggled to stay on the floor much longer as he pushed you up the bed.

It wasn't before long till Theo climbed ontop of you, straddling you as he drilled into you. Loud whimpers left you as you clawed at the sheets as you screamed into his duvet.

"FUCK!! ARGH- TEDDY!" you pleaded as your back arched, shoving your ass harder into him as his hands gripped your hips tightly, his nails scatting cresent moons to your flesh as your bodies recoiled against one another.

"Yes! Like that.. fuckkk Teddy more..  please!" You babbled. He reached over grabbing your neck as he pulled your body up against his chest. Your legs trapped between his as he squeezed them shut. His arm tightly against your stomach as he continued to drill up into your pussy. You gasped and whined continously as he groaned and growled into your ear. His grip growing tighter around your neck as he flexed his biceps, his tongue sliding up your jawline to your ear.

"Teddy- I'm gunna cum! Please please please PLEASE! Cum with me!" you whined as your eyes rolled back. The growing feeling in your stomach as his cock continued to thrash into you. You were drunk on the feeling of him buried into you. You tightly shut your thighs together for any ounce more of pressure you could grasp.

"Good girl- M'close" He panted.

Your eyes began to roll back as you gasped for air at the tightening of his arm around your neck. The bursting feeling in your stomach as your whole body recoiled and shook as you screamed like bloody murder with all the air you has left in your lungs as you came.

At that moment Theo threw you down, as your body twitched conthously. He gripped your ass as he thrusted deep before cumming in you. Groaning deeply as he threw his head back. Sweat trickling down his forehead and chest as he panted heavily.

Neither of you moved for a moment to compose yourself. You occasionally twitched at your body recoiled against his dick.

"Fuck me.. So good" Theo pulled out, sighing as he watched cum pool at your slit and began to slide down. You felt his tip against you again as he collected the escaping cum and slightly fucked it back into you. His dick entering you once more as you gasped at the feeling.

"Good girl.. such a good girl.." His light thrusts as he peppered you with kisses all over your back and shoulders.

He gasped slightly as he froze above you. You were about to question him till you felt a slightly release.

"Did you just cum again Teddy?" You giggled as he thrusted once more before pulling out and collapsing next to you.

"Its hard to last with you. You make me so addicted" He smirked, his head turned to look at you. He rested his hand on your ass, squeezing it lightly from time to time.

"I'm glad this skirt shrunk" He chuckled, his smile wide.

You shook your head as you laughed at him. "You're a fool" You shimmied towards him, flicking your leg over his chest as you cuddled into him. His body warm.

He kissed your shoulder softly before softly kissing your cheek, nibbling at your ear before whispering;

"Ti amo amore mio".

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I Despise You - Chilchuck/F!Reader

Word Count: ~2.5k

Features: Jealous Chilchuck, Fighter class Reader, size differences, and workplace crushes.

Warnings: Entirely SFW with some slight language :^)

The reader is referred to with she/her pronouns and descriptors, wears a dress in the fic, is a tall-man, and fighter within the party. There are no real specifics for appearance other than that.

Songfic based on "Daft Pretty Boys" by Bad Suns

Author's Note: This is my first time writing fanfiction for others to lay their eyes on in a very, very long time. I've had a blast writing this for the last few days and I'm excited to write more for Chilchuck and Dungeon Meshi!

The dwindling embers of the camp’s fire lit the dungeon with a warm, orange glow. A sense of electric excitement had infected the late-night conversation amongst the party members, some chattering excitedly about their plans for the next few days on the surface and others silently planning their next moves. 

“Laios and Falin are planning on heading up to go take care of some business, but I think I’m ready for some pleasure!” you laugh out, taking the last swig of the drink in your glass. You set it down with an aggressive click, the sound jerking Chilchuck from his reverie beside you. The two of you had grown rather close over your shared drinking habits, often staying up into the wee hours drinking and chatting amongst yourselves. 

Chilchuck furrows his brow at you and scowls slightly.

“You can keep that to yourself,” he scoffs, turning back to the meager portion of food he had been chasing around his plate for a while. 

“Wellllll…you of all people should know there’s no greater pleasure than a cold drink and some hot, greasy, fried food,” you relent. Chilchuck’s stomach growls and he groans. “Other pleasures usually follow~”

“Like being chained to the toilet and dealing with your needy, drunk ass all night?” he questions, brushing off the last comment with a sense of disgust. Your nose wrinkles in response.

“Well, hopefully not at the same time!” This causes him to snort out a semblance of a dry laugh. 

“I’m hoping we’ll wind up at different taverns anyway, I need a break from all of you,” the rogue raises his gloved hand to gesture around the room. Just as you start to jokingly pout at him, he points straight at you. “Especially you.”

Despite the two of you growing close after drinking together, he’s become exponentially rude towards you. You find it a bit confusing and heartbreaking at times but understand that it’s not like him to get personal with party members. 

“Jeez, ‘Chuck, tell me how you really feel,”  

—

The party disbanded early that morning. You and Namari pair off together to explore the town as the Toudens take care of their prior engagements. The two of you regard Chilchuck warmly, but don’t bother to invite him along.

Instead, he went into town to a merchant to sell some of the odd treasures he had picked up in his travels in hopes of procuring a bit of extra copper to fund his big night on the surface…

He examined the money he had on him and sighed. It was more than enough for him, but he wanted the extra… ‘for what?’

‘Surely not for…?’ He’d put the thought to rest as soon as it crossed his mind. He stuffs the heavy bag of coins back into his satchel and heads back into the town’s square. 

—

“Oh Namari, this would look perfect on you!” you gush over an embroidered cotton tunic that you found hanging in the window of a storefront. “I think they even do alterations here if you really want it,”

Namari shrugs, brushing off the idea altogether. 

“I’ve got a clean set of casual clothes in my bag so I don’t really need to spend what I’ve got on that. We’ve still got to get a room, eat, and drink tonight,” she reminds you.

“Ah, yeah,” you respond, a little disappointed that you couldn’t go shopping for new clothes with Namari. She’s very practical as you’ve learned. “I still want to try to find something nice for tonight, if that’s okay with you?”

She agrees to go on and book a room while you go inside the store and shop around. As a fighter, your clothes have been torn up quite a bit from the countless dungeon brawls you’ve been in. Your pants are torn at the knee, armor rusted and dented in places, and anything white holds the telltale brown of blood. As your calloused hand snags against the soft sleeve of a light olive green dress, you find just the thing to wear.

You find yourself hoping you both chose the same bar.

—

Namari moans in relief face first into the down-y pillow. Her freshly washed red hair sticks to her forehead as she lifts her head up to turn towards the bathroom door as you walk out in a towel.

“What’s nicer, having a bed or a real bath for once?” you joke, flopping down on the bed situated opposite of hers.

“Both are pretty damn good, honestly,”

“I’ll drink to that,” 

There are the telltale signs of a band warming up downstairs and the unmistakable smell of food that wafts up. She peels herself up from the bed and makes the descent downstairs to scope out the festivities for the night as you take the time to get ready. 

Your body is still riddled with cuts, bruises, and broken skin, all of it superficial. Sometimes you just don’t have the tolerance to sit still and let someone heal you. The dress’s sleeves are long and off of your shoulders, and the skirt is long and flowing. There was nothing flashy about it, but it still made you feel confident and pretty. 

You haven’t felt that way in a long time.

—

It’s no surprise that Chilchuck found his way to the tavern, the promises of music and the inviting smell of the food from outside drew him in nearly immediately. There were loads of people, a clear view of a dance floor, and plenty of patrons lined up along the bar. He was ready for his good time, sauntering in with a cool and calm stride right up to the bar to secure his order for the night. 

His mind wanders to relaxation and the array of activities available to him tonight. With enough drink coursing through him, he’d take a shot at cutting up the dance floor. His eyes bounced between the locals and other adventurers that were passing through, not recognizing most. His eyes lay on a mess of red hair hunched over a table in the corner and he breathes a relieved sigh. 

…didn’t he need a break from his co-workers?

“Oi, Namari!” the half-foot calls out, showing off a full bottle of wine and a food ticket detailing his dinner order. Namari waves him over excitedly and kicks out an empty chair for him. “You’ve got the right idea, tonight!”

“Damn straight! Got a room here and everything,” the redhead gloats, finishing off the last little bit of ale in her own mug. As she smacks it down on the table, she jerks her head to the side to gesture towards the other end of the bar that was in eyesight. “Someone needs to let ‘miss priss’ know that I’m not third wheeling tonight, no matter how drunk this guy gets her!”

Chilchuck raises his eyebrow and glances towards the scene in question, almost expecting an entirely different outcome even though he knew that you and Namari were sharing a room tonight.

You were perched at the bar on a high stool, your new dress draped down to flutter around your crossed legs. Your toe tapped along to the music as you were locked in conversation with a fellow tall-man. The guy was above average in the looks department, giving off a clean-cut vibe that you normally would not go for at all. His copper got you drinks, and drinks got him a conversation.

…NOT companionship.

He sees the way that you smile at this guy and he immediately knows it's disingenuous. In the dungeon, the smile you have as you fight alongside him is cracking and goofy, but definitely not tight-lipped and wry. Anyone who knew you would know this was some act.

Laios would call it akin to a mating ritual. Chilchuck calls it bullshit.

Your nervous glances as the blond touches your arm are darting yet subtle enough to be mistaken as butterflies. Your skin was flushed because of the amount of drinks you’d already had, not because you were flattered by any of the drivel this guy spoke to you.

‘If he calls you ‘beautiful’ one more time, things might get…ugly?’

He couldn’t tell if he wanted to smack you or the pushy guy that’s taking all of your attention. Chilchuck would never participate in the active harm of a party member, his job is obviously to prevent it, but GODS did he want you to get a grip.

Was he…jealous?

“Well, that’s annoying,” he says, not only saying it in reference to you, but to the nagging feeling now bouncing around his thoughts. He didn’t get into the personal lives of his fellow party members, openly detesting the idea of interpersonal relationships taking place in the dungeon.

But, this isn’t the dungeon…and you’re not working…

He takes a loooonnng sip from the bottle. Namari chuckles and claps a hand down on his shoulder as she scoots past him to go get another refill.

“If looks could kill, huh?” she teases.

—

The mask was truly coming off as the night dragged on. Jaunty music played as the bar-goers swung each other around. Every time the music dipped to a slower song, you were clearly not having it.

The ‘it’ being anything else to do with this guy. Dinner came and went, a meal that would have been picked clean by now was left growing cold on the bar as you dizzily weaved through the dancers to get back to your spot. Quickly, you scooped the plate and utensils into your hands and tried to make a break for Namari’s table. A hand skirts along your lower back and you nearly jump out of your skin.

“Need some help, beautiful?” Chilchuck sneers from your side, offering to expertly guide you through the crowd without much incident. You roll your eyes and glance down at the smaller man. 

“If I hear that word one more time, I’ll probably go insane,” you complain, glancing over your shoulder for the creep in question. “You know, he tried to read my pulse to see if I was nervous earlier…”

“He was probably checking to see how easy it would be to skin you alive later,” Chilchuck says dryly, wiggling his fingers in a mockingly menacing way. You groan in response and wipe the sweat from your brow. Your fingers pinch it slightly in frustration as you begin to recount the events of the night.

“Too bad you didn’t want me to spend time with you, I’d much rather have been with you instead of going through all that,” you say, flopping into the chair Namari left behind and kicking your feet up. You end up digging into your food voraciously, the temperature is tepid but not entirely cold and inedible. 

You get a bit of barbecue sauce on your chin, but not enough to where it would fall down onto your dress. 

Were you really that tipsy?

“You realize that was a joke, right?” He looks away from you and out towards the crowd, the tips of his ears turning slightly pink in embarrassment. Your confused look was too much, an innocent shock washing over you as if you thought it was the truth.

“Well, you’ve been real rude to me lately, I figured you ACTUALLY had a problem with me!” you argue between bites, your tone indignant like a child’s. He scoffs and bites back a laugh, actually trying to fuck with you on this one. 

“Yeah, I despise you!”

“I’m getting mixed signals here,”

“You’re a liar, you kick ass all the time in the dungeon and then try to act like a lady the second you step foot out of it. I’ve seen you covered in monster guts, and this is scarier to me,” He gestures to the outfit.

“Shit ‘Chuck, forgive me for wanting to wear something pretty for ya…”

“Well, you’ve already got my attention, you can drop the act now.”

You look at the way his face is completely flushed and it all begins to make sense. You distracted yourself from the half-foot’s hot and cold treatment, you curbed your expectations within your working relationship and completely ignored that even though he wasn’t one to share his feelings…he still had them.

“So, when I said that thing about ‘pleasure…’”

“I didn’t want to wind up watching someone else take you home…or to Namari’s room…or whatever! I wanted to hang out, to drink, and things to just stay the way they were,” he fusses, getting up from his chair and walking towards you. He tenderly grabs your chin and turns your face up towards him. Between him standing in front of you and where you sat at the table, you were nearly eye to eye…

Surely, this wasn’t…!

He takes the cloth napkin and wipes the sauce from your chin. 

“I care a lot about you…and I don’t like seeing you make stupid decisions,” he confesses, still holding your face in his gloved hand. You find yourself having a hard time keeping a straight face. “...What’s that dumbass look on your face for?! I like you, I swear!”

“I’m drunk and this is hilarious,”

“You could say it back!”

“I like you too, ‘Chuck…I swear,” you reply, placing your hand on top of his. Your face cracks into that goofy smile he likes so much and he can’t help but to sigh. 

…If only you weren’t in public.

The crowd at the bar had dwindled down to only a few remaining patrons, some at the bar were still engrossed in conversation with the bartender and others were finishing up their rousing and complicated game of cards. Namari was still nowhere to be found and Chilchuck shrugs as you look around the tavern for her again.

“She’s outside, surely,” he says, pushing his chair in. As you get up, you stumble slightly and grab onto the chair for support. “I’ll help you up. You’re still pretty tipsy, huh?”

“Yeah, but that’s what I get for trying to keep up with you,” you chuckle, reaching out to him for support. His arm supports your lower back, his hand is on your hip as he walks you towards the stairs. You were all legs and curves to him, but he didn’t mind as long as you didn’t fall on top of him…

…without his consent of course. 

The other key to the room was tucked haphazardly into your brassiere. How it hadn’t fallen out onto the dance floor at any point was so beyond you, but you were just happy you weren’t locked out after all.

“I’ve still got to find a place for tonight,” Chilchuck realizes, forgetting about it altogether in all of the excitement.

“Honestly, I could probably hide you under the covers,” you joke, albeit rooted in truth. “I’d really like it if you’d stay though…”

“And incur the wrath of Namari? I like you, but not that much,”

“Fair enough,”

—

The two of you spend the night chatting and sobering up in each other’s arms. You fall asleep first, Chilchuck shortly after. The oil lamp’s glow lights the room dimly, neither of you had made a move to turn it off. 

The door’s lock unlatches and Namari flings it open excitedly, a new longsword glinting proudly in her arms. “--oh you TOTALLY owe me now, but I got a great deal on the perfect longsword for-” 

Her voice trails off as she sees you stir and another body that follows suit…

End Notes: I hope you enjoyed the fic! I've got some ideas for a continuation in the future if folks are interested teehee

I'm still working on becoming a more confident writer, so I'm hoping y'all will stick around for my growth! Minor edits will be made if I find any mistakes and constructive criticism is always appreciated! (Just don’t be an ass about it 👀)

Credits: Dividers by @/cafekitsune, cover art from 'Daydream Hour' scans

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rj im begging u to give me anything about cheol dhsbd its been bad for me lately and i need to talk about him with someone who GETS it

ps hi i love u lol

Anything for you

AN: I was originally going to use ideas from one of the S.Coups fics in my drafts but, since today is also the lovely @onlyseokmins birthday, I decided to go with this idea that hit me out of nowhere instead. Kill two birds with one stone and all of that. All I'm going to say is that this is all Sar's fault (I hope this is okay and, still scratches your S.Coups itch 💀).

Synopsis: Seokmin is the most generous, thoughtful man you've ever met. He'll more than willingly give you whatever you want (if it's within his means, of course). Even if that means sitting back and watching you get fucked by one of his closest friends.

Heads up: Lee Seokmin x Fem! Reader x Choi Seungcheol, Reader and DK are in a relationship, the plot is paper-thin, heavily implied power dynamics, cuckoldry (sort of), voyeurism, exhibitionism, Seungcheol is mean here, mentions of pussy spanking (f. receiving), edging (f. receiving), it's implied that Cheol gets off on Reader's tears, praise kink (f. receiving), degradation (f. receiving), dirty talk, unprotected piv sex, creampie and DK cums untouched.

Word count: 829

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Some people may think you're a little spoiled by your boyfriend. With his thoughtfulness often resulting in him bringing you flowers he saw on his way home from work or washing the dishes when it's your turn when work is particularly grating or making you cum on his pretty fingers until you lose count.

Yeah, maybe you're a little spoiled but, Seokmin just wants to make you happy. The way your eyes light up and that brilliant smile you always give him make it all more than worth it.

That's how the two of you find yourselves in your current situation. Well, the three of you.

Your... affinity for muscular men with great arms and pretty smiles has caused your gaze to linger a few too many times on Seungcheol. You'd never dream of betraying Seokmin that way, but you'd be lying if you said Seungcheol hadn't featured in a fantasy or two. Your boyfriend, ever the observant man, doesn't fail to notice.

And now, looking at him flushed with his bangs sticking to his sweaty forehead as he watches Seungcheol split you open on his, frankly, intimidating cock, you're left wondering if this is all even real.

"Doesn't she look so pretty taking me, Seokminnie?" The older man asks. You can't quite see him from this angle but, you're sure he's grinning when he thrusts into you so hard that your nails nearly draw blood from how tightly you're holding onto him.

"Yeah, she does," your boyfriend mutters in response, lidded eyes flying between taking in your changing expressions and Seungcheol thrusting into you.

Seungcheol isn't as kind as your boyfriend. Every act of disobedience and brattiness met with an unflinching spank to your clit. Stopping completely until you're near tears with how desperately you want to cum. Your mind devoid of everything but, the need to cum on his cock.

And Seokmin watches it all. His cock hard and untouched in the confines of his boxers. You haven't given permission to touch himself yet so, he sits and watches like the good boy he is.

"Cheol, please," you choke out once more when his cock brushes a spot inside of you that makes it difficult to breathe. Frustrated tears spilling down your overheated face.

"You do know how to ask nicely," he coos against your ear, nipping it and startling you when his daft fingers rub circles against your hypersensitive clit. It's dizzying how quickly he's learned how to toy with you.

You're so close. So, so close. Your thighs quivering violently and broken moans falling from your bruised lips as you chase your release.

Choi Seungcheol would never make it that easy. So, he stops once more. You feel his cock throb inside of you as your walls spasm and, frustrated whines leave your lips. He even has the nerve to lick away a few of the tears he's able to catch. You had no idea he had so many sadistic tendencies.

Before you can ask why he stopped, he speaks, "Do you think she deserves to cum?"

Seokmin looks like a deer caught in head lights. Warm, brown eyes alternating between your watery, desperate ones and the ones of the very hot, very evil man propping you up against his chest.

"I-I think she deserves to cum," he stutters out and, you want to kiss him so badly. You're going to make him cum so hard he can't walk straight after this.

"Well, since you've both been so well-behaved," is all the preparation you're giving before Seungcheol picks up his pace once more. Leaving you no time or room to gather yourself as his fingers make quick work of your clit once more.

"Are you going to cum like the good girl you are? The needy slut you are?" the devil whispers into your ear. Though you're pretty sure Seokmin can hear it all from the way he squirms in his seat.

"Make a mess for Seokmin,"

That's all it takes for your orgasm to rip through you. You don't remember the last time you came this hard. Seungcheol groans behind you and holds you steady through it all. Everything tenses and seizes and you're briefly worried that you'll develop a cramp but, you can't bring yourself to care all that much.

It's made all the worse (or better, depending on how you look at it) when you feel Seungcheol cum inside of you. His hold on you becoming harsh as he makes you take every single drop with every pulse of him inside of you.

Your bleary eyes meet Seokmin's frenzied ones and, that's when it hits you. He came. He came from watching...all of this. He looks like he's so close to stumbling out an apology but, you're not upset. Quite the opposite. The wet stain on his boxers instinctively making you clamp down on Seungcheol's softening cock, causing the man behind you to moan.

Yeah, this might be his greatest gift yet.

[cooco-ren]

Hi...if you don't mind, can I ask something from Blue Lock? What do you think are Nagi and Reo’s greatest personality strengths and weaknesses? Why? What do you love about their dynamic? Sorry if you've answered these questions before.....

Hihi and thanks for the ask, really don't think I've answered that here before, but I wanna keep it quick since, for how much I love them, it's so hard for me to put the emotions and feelings I have towards them into words that isn't a fic about them.

For Nagi, I really think his greatest strength is how calm he's willing to be in most situations, I wouldn't say for any reason that his steady or emotionally intelligent but I think it's nice he's able to balance out Reo's hyperactivity. His dedication to Reo is definitely something else as well, many Reo haters that claim to be his fans really like to belittle that or make it a weakness where as I really think it's one of his greatest strengths; for someone who used to be so unmotivated by the world around him its amazing to see him grow to cherish someone and their wishes even if it means changing parts of himself that person has already accepted. My feelings for him shift constantly in time to how daft and goofy he can be but every time I remember he's truly experiencing the world for the first time because he chose to follow Reo, I can't help but love the complexity of his character even more.

For Reo, I feel a whole spectrum of things but I believe his greatest strength is his adaptability and charisma; he changes in time to his environment no matter how long it might take, like Isagi to some extent, he's emotional and inspirational but in such a raw way it feels almost unreal. He has everything one could ever need or want, so on the surface many wonder why he tries so hard, why he has to hang on and take the spot of those more in need of it because clearly if soccer doesn't work out for him he has better chances than 90% of of blue lock participants. The thing I think many people that like Reo can relate to is his search for fulfillment and excitement. To Reo, I believe soccer isn't just about the world cup, its what it'll prove once he gets it, what the road to it entails. I think that's beautifully encapsulated in him calling his notebook 'Road to the World Cup with Nagi'. It's wholesome, its beautiful and its such a teenage girl move that its adorable. For all his faults and how I know many can't relate to a rich boy's first world issues it think its safe to say many long for his charisma and wanting to be fulfilled. To feel like you've worked for something and earned the best result while having fun with it.

For both their weaknesses, on both sides I'd have to say it's a lack of communication. We can easily chalk it up to boys being bad at talking but for both I feel it stems much deeper. Nagi's never really had to communicate and clearly, Reo has always had to filter his words to appeal to the masses, he's been raised that way and his more direct side mostly comes out in Blue Lock as far as I've noticed (I could be missing something tho). They both struggle from lack of being as direct as they should with each other, expecting that since they work so well, the other should understand, they're partners after all, right?

Dynamic-wise, I think they can both be detrimental and empowering to each other. in the soccer sense, it's hard to put into words since I'm not much of a sports person but its definitely clear if one depends too much on the other they're plays will become stale and predictable. Nagi from when last I read still greatly depends on other's passing and Reo though a progressive all rounder, is very easy to see through because clearly, seven times out of ten he will pass to Nagi. I love that they plan to evolve and battle together but it's pretty hard for me to see how they will.

Romance-wise, I think they'll do well enough for each other. Reo's personality urges him to seek adventure and i think that's something Nagi can benefit from. Outside that, Nagi's dedication, calmness and optimism will definitely help keep Reo grounded when his mind tends to warp and tell him the worst. Every now and then they might tend to bring out the worst in each other or even have big fights thanks to poor communication but after realizing nothing is done out of malice and learning not to repeat mistakes, they'll surely grow into the most disgustingly clingy couple. I hate them so much ugh.

Well hope I kind of sated your curiosity and sorry it took me a while to get to this. Some time before I wanted to my phone got stolen and losing lots of the ngro fics (and other important stuff lol) on it made me a bit sour towards seeing the characters and ship. I'm doing better now and working on getting a replacement soon.

thanks for reading, hope there aren't typos and bye <333

[piedpiperslists]

JJK: Athlete / Sports AU

List of all Jungkook fics under 'Athlete / Sports' AU:

* ² - two shots s - contains smut

* Last updated: 18/02/2024

D R A B B L E S

[drabble] | [drabble] | [drabble] by 1kook s football player!Jungkook, college au

[drabble] by hueseok baseball player!Jungkook, established relationship, university au Summary: The one with the pettiness.

Arabesque by gukyi ballet dancer!Jungkook, friends to lovers, college au

Daft Pretty Boys by jeonqkooks basketball captain!Jungkook, college au Summary: Jungkook swears he doesn't usually do crushes. That is, until you.

Dense Ice by breadoffoxy hockey player!Jungkook, bookworm!reader Summary: You’re at the rink waiting for Namjoon to finish practice, but two Players won’t let you study in peace.

Dry Dry Desert by bangtanstanst established relationship, amateur racing au Summary: The infamous Dakar Rally – a gruelling two-week, 9,000-kilometer rally through the South-American desert. Anyone would call you absolutely insane for participating as an amateur racer and those people would be entirely correct. But you’re doing it anyway.

Head Over Skates by mercurygguk ice hockey player!Jungkook, college au Summary: Jungkook doesn’t get jealous but here you are, bringing out new sides of him.

Hotshot by jungxk hockey player!Jungkook

Ice Me Out by taeshobipop ice hockey player!Jungkook, childhood friends to lovers, college au Summary: The last way you expected this night to end was to have Jeon Jungkook, captain of the ice hockey team and number one hindrance in your oh-so-great life, trail after you as you leave his Christmas party.

In which he’s a sore loser… by minstrivia s volleyball player!Jungkook, established relationship

Kiss Me More by gimmethatagustd boxer!Jungkook, friends to lovers Summary: It’s not just Jungkook’s rigorous boxing lesson that’s making your heart beat fast.

* Knee Pads by kooshours s volleyball player!Jungkook, established relationship Summary: In which you couldn't resist your boyfriend's delicious thighs in those knee pads of his... And he realized just how much you loved them.

Knockout by jvngkook97 boxer!Jungkook, established relationship Summary: In which Jungkook feels your baby kick for the first time and nearly gets KO’ed in the process.

Letting Off Steam by wnderkoo F1 driver!Jungkook, established relationship Summary: A bad day on track has Jungkook storming off and disappearing. Where else would you find him but in the comforting arms of his loving girlfriend?

Peaches by dawnagustd s boxer!Jungkook, FWB, secret relationship Summary: Jungkook can’t keep his hands to himself, or his mouth.

* Silver and Gold by sugaurora angst, athlete!Jungkook, exes au Summary: Jungkook promised he wouldn’t be there when you came to collect your things from his apartment. Jungkook was never very good at keeping promises.

Stay Focused by btsgotjams27 s boxer!Jungkook, established relationship Summary: Jungkook has a big match coming up and you love teasing him.

O N E S H O T S

A Cinderella Story [AO3] by suhdays wc~21.2k / rugby player!Jungkook college au Summary: You are forced to work multiple jobs as you live under your stepmothers roof. Unable to move out and strive for complete independence, you do what you can in order save enough. Turns out, as a college student that is harder than you thought. So, you distract yourself by joining online chat groups in which you meet a boy that goes to your school. That boy? None other than the rugby star himself, Jeon Jeongguk. It doesn’t prove to be an issue until he asks to meet you at an upcoming Halloween party. He’s never noticed you before so why not hide yourself in order to live your dreams, if only for a moment?

A Holiday Snowdown by kpopfanfictrash s wc~36.3k / snowboarder!Jungkook, enemies to lovers, ski resort au Summary: The Inn on the Hill is in trouble. Or that’s what your boss, Namjoon, says during the last-minute All Staff holiday meeting he calls. You need money, and you need money fast, or his parents are planning to sell the resort. When no one can think of an easy solution, Namjoon proposes his parents’ idea: a weeklong social media blitz with a celebrity guest. The celebrity? None other than Jeon Jungkook himself: two-time Olympic gold medalist, world-class snowboarder and the nation’s sweetheart. What’s the problem? You happen to have met Jeon Jungkook before, and sincerely hoped you’d never see him again.

As I Told You by eleventoes wc~9.7k / football player!Jungkook, enemies to lovers, roommates au Summary: Jeon Jungkook: junior, rising star quarterback, no.1 on the list of People You Cannot Stand. Also, your new roommate.

At the End of the Day by starshapedkookie s wc~13.3k / ex-baseball player!Jungkook, friends to lovers Summary: You and Jungkook have been best friends for 8 years, going through absolute hell and back together. After senior year of high school, you and Jungkook began a tradition of taking annual vacations together during the summer months. This summer is no different, with you and Jungkook celebrating graduating college just a couple months prior. You're set to move to NYC after the summer, with you and Jungkook soaking in the sun and as many moments as you can together. You'd think nothing could ever tear your friendship apart with him, but when you've sat on the beach for too many days in a row watching him surf, you can't help but wonder - when did your best friend get so hot?

Blink And You’ll Miss It by satnin-darling s wc~13.3k / lawyer!Jungkook, street racer!reader Summary: Jungkook is just trying to do his job by bailing you out (on top of being a busy attorney in the city) but you seem to be hell-bent on making that ten-times harder for him. Street racers aren’t known to be slow, in fact, you have the reputation of ‘blink and you’ll miss her,’ so what’s the deal?

I Can Do This All Night (If You Wanted To) by satnin-darling s wc~6.2k / lawyer!Jungkook, street racer!reader, established relationship Summary: Jungkook is working late at the office. Usually, he stays until all remaining tasks are completed but with you perched on his desk as a welcomed distraction from the glare of the monitors and its repetitive work, he might just get off early.

By the Pool by bluewhale52 s wc~2.9k / ft KSJ, boyfriend!Seokjin, swimmer!Jungkook, university au, PWP Summary: Jungkook has to stay back after practice, thanks to you. But perhaps, staying back isn’t so bad after all.

Can't Be Without You by ahundredtimesover s wc~30.2k / underground fighter!Jungkook, friends to lovers Summary: One night you’re gushing over rom-coms and Jungkook’s cooking; a few nights later you’re tending to his beat-up face. But while it’s his stubbornness that’s saved you countless times before, it’s that same quality that constantly puts him in danger. OR your best friend just can’t let go of underground fighting and so, drama ensues

Chasing Butterflies by ddaenggtan s wc~12.8k / otaku!Jungkook, jock!reader, college au Summary: You never meant to be a jock in school. The volleyball team had just needed people and you were there and then you had a knack for it. You just happened to be good at it and went with it. Similar to how you saw Jeon Jungkook in your friend’s orientation group and thought he was absolutely radiant and just went with it. For two years. You’ve spent the entire time pining from afar, mostly because you always seem to make a fool of yourself when he’s around, but also because Jungkook is part of that exclusive crowd, the ones that you never can seem to penetrate: the weebs. That is, until your friends get sick of your hopeless pining and decide to do something about it.

Cold as Ice by ughseoks wc~8.5k / enemies to lovers, ice hockey au Summary: Although you and Jungkook are teammates, you’re also sworn enemies, both on and off the ice. But when you’re seriously injured during one of your matches, Jungkook realizes that maybe the emotion he feels for you isn’t hate– it’s love.

Cold Nights & Blurred Lines by awrkive s wc~26.5k / basketball player!Jungkook, college au, FWB Summary: Jungkook and you have been keeping a sexual relationship with each other for four months now, and it’s casual for the most part. But as time passes, you can’t help but feel that some of the lines suddenly got blurred in the process. Is it a cliché to blur the lines with your fuck buddy? It definitely is. Will you do something about it? Both of your emotional constipation have a hard time saying yes.

Concrete King by bratkook s wc~16.7k / skaterboy!Jungkook, strangers to lovers Summary: When a cute boy in a tacky Hawaiian shirt lands a trick in your honor there's no way you could ever say no to him.

Daddy's 95 by bambikisss s wc~3k / street racers au Summary: You were a successful underground street racer with an annoying past. He was an up-and-comer who wanted to prove himself and get the hot girl’s number.

DNA (None of This is a Coincidence) by xotoosweet s wc~11.4k / soccer player!Jungkook, art history major!reader, college au Summary: It’s the first party of your junior year when you spot Tae’s new hot friend. And though you usually avoid hooking up with your best friend’s unfairly attractive frat bros, Jungkook is SO fucking cute and sexy all at once. It’s all going great…until you realize he’s just a freshman. Cue the internal crisis.

Down and Down [AO3] by koorara wc~12k / MMA fighter!Jungkook, teacher!reader, exes to lovers Summary: “Do you wanna look for her again?” Jungkook raised his head to look at Jimin. He gave him a look that Jimin knows so well, his losing hope kind of look. “I would kill to see her again, but I would die if that ever happened because I broke her, Jimin. How could I see her when I’m the last person she would ever want to see?”

Ego Season by sparklingchim s wc~6.3k / hockey player!Jungkook, brother's best friend, college au Summary: POV: You make ur secret fuck buddy jealous.

Number 7 by sparklingchim s wc~3k / hockey player!Jungkook, brother's best friend, college au Summary: POV: Your jealous fuck buddy pounds you in his jersey.

Feed Me, Fight Me by yeojaa s wc~3.5k / boxer!Jungkook, established relationship Summary: What do you get when you mix a pissed off girlfriend with a neglectful boyfriend? (Aside from trouble, that is.)

Fifth Wish by jiminrings wc~18k / rich kid!Jungkook, bodyguard!reader, fighter!reader, fake dating Summary: Jeon Jungkook, world-class socialite and nepotism baby, should be out every night to celebrate while he’s at his prime. Why should he fake-date his bodyguard instead? Alternatively, Jungkook regularly throws coins to wishing wells with only one desire in mind — to get rid of you.

Go to Hell by bangtanficsforyou s wc~5.3k / football player!Jungkook, enemies to lovers, college au Summary: You hate Jungkook, he's the bane of your existence. But what happens when you willingly land yourself in a situation you never thought you'd be in.

Heart Taping by aquagustd wc~3.3k / soccer player!Jungkook, enemies to lovers Summary: The problematic goalie of the soccer team just needed some TLC.

I Don't Like a Gold Rush by candlewaxandp0lar0ids wc~17.3k / football player!Jungkook, college au Summary: Jungkook is the golden boy, an excellent student, the star of you college’s football team. Rumor has it, there’s simply nothing he can’t do. The same cannot be said about you, but you’ve never had an issue with that. You’re happy with your small group of friends and your lack of talent in sports. And then, Jin befriends Jungkook, and you find yourself spending a lot of time with him. Before you know it, you’ve taken an interest in him — and you’re sure you shouldn’t. There’s no way this can end well for you… right?

Kiss It Better by jincherie s wc~11.7k / cheerleader!Jungkook, college au Summary: When one goes to Kim Seokjin for advice, it’s almost guaranteed to never end well. This is something Jungkook learns quickly when he mistakenly follows treasured advice to ‘be smart’ and ‘use his assets’. He just did what he was told! Of course, the execution was a bit poor… and embarrassing. But hey, if rocking up to cheer practice in a skirt doesn’t woo your crush, what will?

Little Library Girl by kooksgalaxy wc~5k / football player!Jungkook college au Summary: Jungkook is the star quarterback of his college, but he has to keep his grades up in order to continue to play. With calculus being his hardest subject, he is tutored by Y/n, someone who is the complete opposite of him. With stress rising with the upcoming championship, his feelings for Y/n are making things much more complicated. Take the glory of football, a little library girls, and throw in a malicious opponent… you’ve got a whole lot of trouble.

Little Surfer Girl by ppersonna s wc~9.8k / surfer!Jungkook, lifeguard!reader, strangers to lovers Summary: Every summer you watched Jeon Jungkook turn into a perfect, professional surfer. Every summer, you wanted him more. This summer, you were determined to make him yours.

* [LOVE - 40]/[40 - LOVE] by satnin-darling s wc~11.5k / tennis player!Jungkook, journalist!reader Summary: At the end of August, Jungkook had to pull out of one of the biggest tennis tournaments of his career. His injuries were inhibiting him and he felt like he was back to square one. He returns to Busan for rehab and he gets interviewed by you for an article. But your twin brother had just died and you were shocked with grief. So you spend a couple of days talking about tennis but underneath the surface, you cover so much more.

Mind in the Gutter by kpopfanfictrash s wc~18k / bowling au, workplace au Summary: Starting over is never fun. Especially not when you decide to take the phrase fully to heart; new job, new city, new coworkers and new relationships. When you are dragged to a happy hour by your new co-worker, Taehyung, you end up sitting beside a (very) cute, (very) shy IT worker named Jungkook. Several drinks later, he mentions he is in a professional bowling league with his friends and you rather enthusiastically invite yourself along. As time passes and you begin to grow closer, you still find it impossible to read Jungkook. Working in the same company and seeing each other so often, it is only so long before one of you snaps. But who?

Never (K)not You by jiminrings wc~5k / jock!Jungkook, established relationship, college au Summary: Established relationship ft. jock!JK and shy art major!Y/N, Y/N gets an unexpected pep talk and Jungkook doubts himself, and either so much tears or so much dust according to Kook.

One on One by thatmultifandomhoe wc~3.1k / boxer!Jungkook, college au Summary: He was a boxer, and you were a student. Two separate lives and yet, you were the one putting him back together.

Pas de Deux by jiminrings wc~7k / dancer au Summary: Y/N’s a hopeless romantic who’s been pining over dance partner!Jungkook for the past two years, the overwhelming feeling of reality, and an appearance of a certain champion that wakes up Koo the dummy.

Play Pretend by seokoloqy s wc~8.6k / soccer player!Jungkook, friends to lovers, fake dating Summary: Walking under ladders, splitting the pole, breaking mirrors, going near black cats—just to name a few things Jeon Jungkook doesn’t do before his soccer games.

Ruin the Friendship by kpopfanfictrash s wc~8k / hockey player!Jungkook, friends to lovers, college au Summary: Your drunk ass best friend keeps calling you to take care of him and it wouldn’t be so awful, if it weren’t for the feelings.

Over the Edge by kpopfanfictrash s wc~9.1k / hockey player!Jungkook, established relationship, college au Summary: So, you’re dating. Everything is dandy, the sex is knocking your socks off, but what happens when you get in the first real fight?

Set on You by bymoonchild s wc~18.1k / setter!Jungkook, manager!reader, college au Summary: Sports has never been your thing, so when you find yourself in a sports hall that reeks of perspiration and cologne and in front of a group of volleyball players whom you’re supposed to be managing (heck, you can’t even manage your own life), you know that you’re in Deep Shit™. Especially when Jeon Jungkook, the golden setter of the team aka the boy who holds stars in his eyes, starts to occupy your reveries, slowly becoming both the quiet and pandemonium of your heart.

Skies of Blue by seokstrivia wc~6k / football captain!Jungkook, college au Summary: He was captain of the football team, whereas, you were the typical quiet girl who minded her own business. Or, Jungkook is softer than one would think.

Southpaw by starshapedkookie s wc~30k / boxer!Jungkook, childhood friends to lovers, college au Summary: Knowing Jeon Jungkook for the better part of your life, you thought you knew everything about him. Well, that was before you two disappeared from each other’s lives at least. When Jungkook suddenly finds himself buying you a coffee to rekindle your friendship, it leads to much more than you bargained for.

Stay in Your Lane by luxekook s wc~5.8k / swimmer!Jungkook, swim captain!reader, enemies to lovers, college au Summary: In which the reader is the captain of the women’s swim team and Jungkook is the “golden freshman” of the men’s swim team… or in which Jungkook is overtly whipped for the reader and acts out in any way possible to gain her love and attention - no matter the consequence.

Still With Me? by magicalmarauder wc~4k / boxer!Jungkook, established relationship Summary: Dating the world’s fastest growing boxer meant several things – kissing his wounds at the end of every fight, watching countless boxing matches to study new techniques with him, and worrying like crazy as different men every night tried to bash his face in. But what happens when tensions run high after a match and Jungkook throws your support back in your face? Angst/fluff. Inspired by Jungkook’s Instagram post earlier today!

The Silver Lining + Falling in Love With Your Best Friend by whoreternal s wc~5.6k / football player!Jungkook, friends to lovers, college au

Thirteen Rounds by moni-logues s wc~13.2k / boxer!Jungkook, established relationship Summary: JK's boxing coach tells him he can't come for four weeks before his title fight. Ah, four weeks isn't that long, right? ... Right?

To the Victor by hwanghyunjinenthusiast s wc~2.8k / boxer!Jungkook, established relationship Summary: Jungkook lives to box. The ring is practically his home. However, watching him become all bruised and bloodied isn't exactly easy for his girlfriend, no matter how much he wins.

White Lies by noteguk s wc~13.3k / athlete!Jungkook, friends to lovers, fake dating, college au Summary: In which Jungkook lies his way out of and into trouble. But he can’t tell white lies when it comes to you.

Yes Coach by taleasnewastime s wc~7.5k / coach!Jungkook, netball player!reader, PWP Summary: You play in a local netball team and as a new season starts you have a new coach. Enter Jungkook, he may look soft, but he turns out to be a hard taskmaster, one who ruffles your feathers when he makes some changes to the team. Tensions grow between you through the weeks, until they finally reach breaking point.

T W O S H O T S / S E R I E S

Bad Boy Good Thing by yoonpobs s football player!Jungkook, fuckboy!Jungkook, friends to lovers, FWB Summary: A series of drabbles where you're confused and Jungkook's confusing.

Boy in Luv by ggukiepie s athlete!Jungkook, friends to lovers, college au Summary: Just two idiot best friends in l*ve.

Chess of Ice by jimlingss ex-hockey player!Jungkook, curling player!reader Summary: Jeon Jungkook is a rising star, aka. hockey captain of a team heading for the Olympics. The last thing he expects is to begin a whole ‘nother sport, holding a broomstick in his hand, sweeping the ice and throwing dumb stones towards a target. As if that wasn’t bad enough, his love life is about to turn into a game of chess as well….and you’re his opponent.

Fools Rush In by btsqualityy s photographer!Jungkook, tennis player!reader, strangers to lovers, age gap au Summary: You are a world-renowned tennis player at the top of your game, while Jungkook is freshly graduated from university and figuring out what the hell he wants to do with his life. A chance meeting and instant chemistry between the two of you leads to you falling into bed with each other, and the course of your lives changing as you know it. When you end up pregnant, you and Jungkook are left to figure out not only how to make room in your lives for this sudden change but also how to make room for each other. As you both navigate a pregnancy while getting to know each other, you begin to learn that maybe the best things in life are unexpected.

How to Get a Guy ² by taeshobipop s basketball player!Jungkook, fuckboy!Jungkook, college au, roommates au Summary: Star basketball player Jeon Jungkook has a reputation as the ultimate fuckboi. He’s loved by everyone. Everyone. And you would have followed suit if he had not broken all your strict Roommate Rules™ within the first week of his stay. Jungkook, on the other hand, thinks you’re absolutely bizarre. But there’s a silver lining — Mr. Fuckboi here knows basketball captain Min Yoongi, your dreadfully clueless crush. He strikes up a deal with you: he’ll teach you the ways of flirting if you lessen your load of rules (so Jungkook can continue perusing his way through the ladies on campus). Yet the longer Jungkook spends with you, the more he realizes that maybe he doesn’t want to be the campus fuckboi anymore. The problem is, how does he prove that to you?

Inevitable by ahundredtimesover s baseball player!Jungkook, exes to lovers, parents au Summary: You convinced Jungkook to break up years ago so he could pursue his lifelong baseball dream. Now he’s back home, staring at you, and the little boy next to you who looks unmistakably like him.

Instant Gratification by dovechim s football player!Jungkook, fuckboy!Jungkook, cheerleader!reader, FWB, college au

Pretty Boy by angelguk s jock!Jungkook, friends to lovers, college au Summary: A drabble series dedicated to young love, jock!JK, yearning and the pet name bunny.

[im-not-a-l0ser]

The Michie Playlist

Happy Valenties Yall. You may have seen my post about making a Michie Playlist. This is my review of songs already on it, originating from @wildrottingworms michie playlist. Barring Granger Danger (because they told me to) and adding another song, because it fits with another.

Here's the playlist on youtube if you want to follow along, and here it is on Spotify.

Nerdy Prudes Must Die: This is, for me, just on there for the sake that it is literally the song they share. That is the only reason it's on here. Also why it's the first song on here.

Take Me Back: This, however, I have no idea why it's on here! Nevermind, secret relationship michie; I'm an idiot. Okay, yeah, I think I can see it. Especially with them having regrets about keeping it a secret. Like, I'm listening to Tom's verse right now and it's like "oh, Max,, maybe you should've just openly loved Richie back thennn." Becky's verse now, okay. I see it a little less. I like the idea of 'i remember something someone asked me back in school,' being Max saying something like "if we could, would you go to prom with me," because of the following line; I think that's cute. Weirdly enough, I think this'll stay.

First Date/Last Night: Yes, I love this for them. Very cute, very nice. Derek Klena's character for max; perfect.

Blast From the Past: So, uh. I skipped this at first. Because I did not like it. This is the last song of these I've listened to because I am/was putting it off. But here we go i guess. Okay, it's not that bad. It kind of reminds me of Will Wood. But it also makes me realise that the musical Zombie Prom isn't the same as the Wizards of Waverly Place Episode, it seems to be about a single zombie who goes to prom. Which I guess makes sense. I'm keeping it, but it's like. That's all I got from it mostly.

Stupid With Love: So I technically added it, because the reprise was on it, I think it's a little silly to have on here, because I don't think Cady is much like Richie, but I think I'm keeping it for purely after (s)he meets Aron. Like, I've literally put that quote where Cady is essentially fantasising about him in tags about Richie and Max; feels wrong to not include it.

Stupid With Love Reprise: So, listening to it makes me nervous because I haven't actually watched all o Mean Girls the Musical, but it's fine. We're gonna do it anyway. Oh, wait, there's a BMC animatic of this, I've seen this, I'm stupid. Okay. I see why the og put it on here. It is very cute, I love it. I don't know enough about factorials to know if that's actually what you're supposed to do with them, and if it's not then it's hilarious. If it is, then it's like... well, I guess PJ did a good job tutoring Max.

Be Nice To Me: I like this song generally speaking, I never thought of it for Max and Richie, but I'm kind of into it. Like, I might do song fics with some of the songs from this playlist, and this is definitely a high high contender.

Two Birds: Thanks og, you mother fucker. I'm sad now. Luckily, I've already thought of them during this song so I can just skip it.... unluckily, it's already started playing and I can't turn it off now. Thems the rules.

Sex with a Ghost: I don't know why this is on there. It's obviously more of a Jagertity song, but I'm still going to listen to it with their context to see if I can figure it out. Okay, listening. I don't get it. I'll probably keep it because it fucking slaps, but i do not understand why it's on a michie playlist. The only thing I could see is like. 'The only time I ever see her is when she's behind me in the mirror," Because Richie dies in the locker room. But I dunno.

Daft Pretty Boys: I've never heard this song before, so. Right off the bat though, I'm dissapointed that it's not gay. The title makes it sound so gay, but immediately with the she/her pronouns. Maybe I should pull up the Genius Analysis so I can understand better, because I'm just confused. Okay, after checking Genius, I think I understand. I will be keeping it.

Beachboy: Another song I've listened to before, I'm excited to listen to it under Michie context. Like, I could type the lyrics along if I wanted to, I love this song. Yes, this is amazing. Aside from the fact that it's, again, straight, it's absolutely great.

Bloom: We begin the ones where I'm going to have to look up the english translations to these songs. Which I'm fine with, I've listened to all the BSD character songs. It's actually pretty fun to follow along, which is why I'm linking english translations through te name titles, which is why some of the have underlines and others don't. Anyway. HEY SORRY TO BUT IN! APPARENTLY THIS WAS IN SCOTT PILGRIM TAKES OFF! I LOVE SCOTT PILGRIM! ANYWAY BACK TO IT! Okay, upon reading the lyrics, I will say, it makes perfect sense that it was written for Scott Pilgrim, also that I rememer hearing it and taking note of what it was called because I liked it. Basically, on a surface level, it's like 'id like you no matter how many times you change your hair' but I think beneath that, as an overthinker, it's about loving someone even as they're going through changes in their life.

Necromantic: As much as it hurts to face the reality, I am glad that there are some songs on here that represent a realistic relationship for them, and this is definitely one of them. I think I would do a poor job on describing it, just look up the lyrics, you'll see.

Sihouette: Okay, reading the lyrics was a little harder bc I'm listening at home, and my family just got back home from Astronomy Club, so just bare with me. I think it's good, I think we'll be keeping it; I like it I think.

Kuchizuke Diamond: Oh I immediately love the vibes of this. I like this song so much for them that I didn't follow along with the lyrics, I read ahead; I love this. It's so cute for them.

Kawaikute gomen: I'm back and forth whether this applies to them, but it's funny enough that I don't even care. Like Stupid With Love and such. I definitely feel it for them, I just can't explain why.

Zenzenzense: This reminds me of Sonic. Not a bad thing, just a thing. I definitely love this song. It's "Now that we've finally met at galaxies' end, i don't know how to hold your hand so that I don't break it" that got me.

Nandemonaiya: Okay yeah. This got me at Verse 1

Kick Back: Oh my, I'm like flustered reading this. Definitely keeping it for them. Works for whichever pov imo.

Death By Glamour: I do not know why this is here, but as an undertale fan, I'm lowkey here for tho.

Uwa!! So Temperate: Again, I don't know why this is here. But it's like 45 seconds, it's whatever.

Murder On The Dancefloor

You & I: Any song from Bare is gonna make me sad, so I might take them off purely for that reason. But I need someone to cosplay Max with me so we can do a long form tiktok to this song. I'm willing to be Max, actually, yeah.

Best Kept Secret: Any song from Bare is gonna make me sad, so I might take them off purely for that reason. But I need someone to cosplay Max with me so we can do a long form tiktok to this song. I'm willing to be Max, actually, yeah.

This is where the song diverges into songs I've added! To continue, go to the post explaining why I've added those songs! To skip those songs, go to the post about songs that were suggested!

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Master list of my published AO3 Ted Lasso fics

All Night (Always) - JanxRichard

Am I So Obvious- JanxRichard

Better At Getting Better - Gen

Better With A Pen - JamiexIsaac

Burning Like There's Always Been - JanxRichard

Car Crash Dreams - Gen

Daft Pretty Boys - multiship

England Has a Way of Getting Under My Skin - Gen

Honey & Bee: Saccharine Shorts - MoexIsaac (in progress)

I Am A Knife - JanxRichard

It's Always Been Just Him And Me Together - Tom x Paul

I Wanna Deserve You - JanxRichard

Lay Your Mind On My Chest - JamiexRichard

Lost In The Citadel - IsaacxMoe

Many Poor Boys - Whumptober compilation

Pineaway Forevermore - IsaacxMoe

Roy Kent's Worst Nightmare - minor or background relationships

Rubberband Man - Gen, Trans Male Character (in progress)

Sleep With Your God - JamiexColin

Take Time and Make Time - Isaac & Roy

Warm Impermanence- JanxRichard

You're So Pretty - JanxRichard

The Zava Fic - gen

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The True Meaning of Family - Chapter 3

Summary: A found family Supernatural AU. Ophelia Humphries is an English 19-year-old who is just trying to finish her online history degree when she receives a letter from two brothers she never knew she had.

A/N: Here's chapter 3! I hope everyone is liking the fic, if you didn't see the first two chapters, you can find chapter 1 here and chapter 2 here. Let me know what you think <3

T/W - Mentions of death

The old car pulled into a car park on the outskirts of town. With it being midday on a weekday, the car park was almost empty.

"Okay, this is as close to town I can get, with how big the car is I can't really park on the road. It's not a long walk but I thought you should know." Ophelia said, turning the car off.

"Hey, no worries, it looks like a nice town, we don't mind a little walk now do we Sammy." Dean replied.

Sam looked at Ophelia, he smiled and nodded.

She locked the car and said "Okay guys, this way" as she started heading up the cobblestone street. The boys follow behind her, taking in all the history of the town.

The sandstone buildings were tall and crooked, in the midday sun the streets were bright and charming. Dean grumbles as he stumbles over the uneven cobbles.

"I just don't understand what is wrong with a smooth side walk." he mumbled under her under his breath. Ophelia still heard him.

"Dean, this village was built in the fourteenth century. Way before modern America was even discovered. Plus, they're traditional!" Ophelia said with a smile. "Come on, you can't tell me this isn't cute."

"It is pretty, but i'm kind of concerned about how low the ceilings look." Sam interjected, looking genuinely sceptical.

"Yeah, I'd duck if I was you…" the girl trailed off.

Ophelia took them around the town pointing out places of importance to her.

"And that's where they put the Christmas tree every year. Last year some guy got so drunk on Christmas Eve that he tried to climb it" Ophelia said giggling. "He got about half way up when the police turned up to get him down."

They walked a little further, passed the bench where Ophelia had her first kiss and the school where she got her GCSEs and A levels, towards an old building that was covered in flowers and vines.

The seating area outside the front door was surrounded by potted plants and hanging baskets full of foliage that loves the colder climates.

The coffee shop was called The Crescent Moon and it had an astronomy theme throughout it.

Pushing the door open, Ophelia beckoned the boys to follow her. Both of them had to duck when entering the building but once inside the ceiling was higher than they expected.

Ophelia moved towards a booth at the back of the coffee shop and put down the small bag she was carrying. "So," she began "What do you guys want to drink? I imagine coffee right?"

"Yeah, just a black coffee for me." Dean said as he slid into the booth.

"Actually, can I have tea?" Sam said "When in Rome and all that."

"Yeah, of course. Do you want a specific tea or do you want me to pick one of my favourites?" Ophilia said with a smile. She loved tea, it was her comfort drink.

"I'll have one of your favourites." Sam replied. "Oh, could we also get some food? We haven't eaten in ages, I'll pay."

"Don't be daft, I've got this. How about a full English as they're still running their brunch menu?"

The two men looked at each other and nodded, Ophelia smiled at them and headed towards the counter.

"How much are we going to tell her?" Sam asked his brother, while peering around the booth to look at their sister at the counter.

"Well, I don't think we should start with 'Hey, we fight monsters and almost die on the regular - in fact we both have died on a number of occasions' Somehow I don't think that's a good idea." Dean replied.

Sam just rolled his eyes and suggested "Well why don't we use this opportunity to ease her into the idea of what we do. If she doesn't believe us or whatever we just get Cas to pop in."

"Oh what a great idea Sammy, let's just shove a full on angel onto a girl who might not believe us, way to give the poor kid a heart attack." Dean sarcastically replied.

"Why don't you take the lead then if you've got all the answers?" Sam said in a tone that suggested a lack of patients with his brother.

"What are you two bickering about?" Ophelia asked with a lighthearted tone.

"Oh, nothing important" Sam said "Why don't you tell us more about yourself, you say you're doing history at university, is there a campus around here?"

"No, I do classes online. No in person university would take me with my grades so all my classes are online. I really like it though, it was good when I was living at home, it's a little harder now."Ophelia replied.

"Why's that?" Dean asked with a cautious tone.

"I'm no longer living at home. I'm okay, you guys don't have to worry but I bounce around from hotels to sleeping in my car to a friend's sofa every now and again." Ophelia's voice trailed off towards the end. She had never really said out loud her situation and it sounded really quite bad.

"Do you want to talk about that? Dean continued his careful questioning.

"Not at the moment, it's a difficult thing to talk about."

The boys nodded, not pushing it any further.

A young girl brought the drinks to the table, she was only about fifteen or sixteen. Her face was round and chubby and she had a smattering of acne on the right side of her jaw. She placed the teapot, milk jug and empty cups in the middle of the table and the heavy looking mug of coffee more towards Dean.

Ophelia nodded a thank you to the girl before she left, then began to set up the tea for Sam and herself. Dean took a gulp of his coffee, looked pleasantly surprised and carried on drinking.

"This is one of my favourites Sam, it's called English Rose. I hope you enjoy it. It's a black tea so you should have it with a little bit of milk." Ophelia pushed the now full cup towards Sam. He poured a little milk into it, stured it and took his first sip.

"Oh, that's actually really good, I didn't think I'd like it as much as I do." Sam said with a smile on his face. The cup looked comically small in his hands.

The three of them sat making small talk while waiting for their food to arrive. Ophelia found out that Sam didn't graduate from Stanford but he could relate to how hard starting a degree was. Dean never went to university, stating that he wasn't very academic.

The young waitress carried the three plates of food over to their booth. Two full English breakfasts for Sam and Dean that included sausages, eggs, bacon, black pudding, beans, hash browns and fried toast. The third plate was a small stack of pancakes that had whipped cream and a berry sauce.

Sam took smaller bites of the food than his brother Dean who practically inhaled the meal. Ophelia watched their mannerisms, trying to notice if they shared any. She realised that although she looked like Dean more, she shared more things in common with Sam. They made the same face when Dean would say something questionable and they both would try and make themselves smaller when something was embarrassing. This was much harder for Sam to do than Ophelia.

"So, you guys travel around a lot for work? What do you do?" Ophelia asked between mouthfuls of food.

"Well, it's a little hard to explain." Dean started.

"I'm a big girl Dean, I'm sure my big girl brain can handle it." Ophelia replied with a cheeky tone.

Dean's face was sturn, this confused Ophelia. She was unsure what could be so serious about their job.

"Okay, well did your mom ever tell you ghost stories when you were little?" Dean continued "We hunt those ghost stories, the vampires, the witches, the angels and demons; they are all real and we kill them to prevent them from killing innocent people."

Ophelia stared at them both. This had to be a joke, they didn't really think that she would believe this did they?

"What do you mean?" she asked slowly.

It was Sam that spoke next. "We mean that we travel around America and save peoples lives. We've been doing it since our mom died. Dad got us into it. That's why he was over here, he was looking for an artifact that could save a lot of people. That's when he met your mom and had you. Eventually he had to come home though."

Ophelia took a sip of her tea. It had gone cold by this point but she just needed to do something with her hands.

"Right." Ophelia said after a little pause, placing her cup back down onto the table. "I'm not sure how I feel right now. On the one hand I don't believe you. On the other I do because why would you lie to me about something like that." As she said this the boys looked a little relieved.

"Well, that's a good start. At least you didn't run out of here hoping to never see us again." Dean replied with a smile.

"I hate to be 'that guy' but could I have some proof?"

"Yeah, sure, we can't do it here though. There are too many people." Sam replied to his sister's request.

"Okay, great, well I'm done how about you both?" Ophelia paused looking for some response to her signal to leave.

Sam and Dean glanced at each other and stood up to leave, they followed Ophelia out towards the car.

"Okay, so you guys murder things that look like humans then?" She asked in a hushed voice.

"Sometimes, yeah, but the thing you have to remember is that they're not human and that they kill innocent men, women and children." Dean answered.

"Is it hard to do? Like, because some are so human like you can't kill them?" Ophelia questioned.

"Well, like anything there are exceptions. There was this girl, Kate, she was a werewolf. We let her live because she promised us not to hurt anyone. We've not run into her since so hopefully she's kept that promise. Either that or another hunter has killed her…" Dean trailed off on that last sentence realising that something bad could have happened to Kate.

The rest of the journey back to the car was in silence. Ophelia didn't quite know what to make of it all. She wanted to believe them but it was just a lot to take in all at once.

She never knew what her dad did for work or why he was in England. She had always imagined either construction or something like that due to how worn his clothes looked in the photos Sandra had.

They arrived at the car and headed back to the hotel in almost silence. Ophelia just kept thinking about the danger her family willingly puts themselves in to save others. Yet a part of her couldn't get her head around the realisation that everything that went bump in the night was real. How were they going to prove this to her?

"We know, this is a lot to take in Ophelia but we thought you needed to know the truth. We had hoped that your Grandad had told you." Dean said, his voice was calm, steady and quiet.

This startled Ophelia, she glanced at Dean in the front seat and pulled into a layby on the side of the road. She put her car's hazard lights on and put the car into park.

"What the actual fuck did you say?" Ophelia said. She knew exactly what he had said but the pain had stopped her from computing the information.

"Dean, man don't you think that we should have told her this when she wasn't driving?" Sam sheepishly asked from the back seat.

"Yeah, I'm going to have to agree with Sam on this one. What the actual hell! You mean my grandad knew? How on god's green Earth do you know that?" Ophelia spat angrily. She was gripping the steering wheel, she couldn't bring herself to look at Dean.

"Ah yeah, um you see, dad wrote about it in his diary. Dad said that your grandad was asking lots of questions and it was just easier to tell the truth. Jesus, I didn't think you'd react like that. I'm sorry Ophelia." Dean stated.

"Right, well one thing you guys need to realise pretty sharpish is that I'm pretty open with my emotions. I'll tell you when something has hurt me. You telling me that my grandad neglected to mention a key part of my dad's life is going to hurt me." She glanced in the rearview mirror and made eye contact with Sam.

Sam noticed a small tear begin to fall down Ophelia's right cheek. He reached through the gap between the two front seats and put a hand on her shoulder to comfort her.

"We're sorry Ophelia. Are you okay to drive still? I don't mind taking over. I know I shouldn't but if you don't feel up to it I will. Sam said as he rubbed her arm.

"Thanks Sam, I'm okay. Is there anything else you guys want to tell me before I start driving again?"

Her brothers shook their heads to tell her that they hadn't got anything else. "Right then. Lets go." Ophelia said.

They arrived back at the hotel and headed towards the rooms.

"Okay, well you guys can come sit in my room. Give me this proof and we can go from there. How about that?" Ophelia said it very matter of factly.

They followed the short woman towards her room. Dean was unsure if he had ruined the relationship he had just created with his sister.

Ophelia unlocked the door and held it open for the two men. She sat on the bed, Dean sat on the chair by the desk and Sam hovered around the window.

"This proof then?" Ophelia said looking at Dean. "What is it?"

"I'm going to call Cas." Dean said looking at Sam.

Sam nodded at his brother. There was an understanding there that Ophelia didn't get.

Dean closed his eyes and whispered something to himself. Ophelia fiddled with her hands, not really sure what was going on.

"You called Dean?" A rough unknown voice spoke from inside the room.

"Hi, yeah, Cas I want you to meet Ophelia, our sister." Dean said.

Ophelia looked up to where the voice came from. A new man was standing in the room. He looked older than the two Winchesters. Dean addressed the man as Cas, this was the guy who dropped them off.

"How did you get into my room?" Ophelia asked in a panicked tone.

"Ophelia, it's okay, this is Cas. He's our friend. He's also an angel." Sam said as he moved from next to the window to greet Cas.

"Oh, this is the illegitimate child John had?" Cas asked. He moved towards her from the door. Ophelia stood from the bed and reached out a hand. Cas ignored the offer of a handshake and gave Ophelia a hug.

"Ophelia Winchester, it is a pleasure to meet you. You are known to the angels as the Winchester who never joined the family business. There were other plans for you but as ever, plans change." Cas released Ophelia from the hug and looked her deep in the eye as he said the last sentence.

Angels knew of her? As far as Ophelia was concerned she was an accident. She was never supposed to happen.

"I'm sorry, Cas was it? How did you get here?" Ophelia asked slowly.

"I simply apperated here. I can travel all over the world in a matter of seconds. When Dean called me, I was at the Men of Letters bunker." Cas explained.

Ophelia sat back down on the bed and stared at a mark on the carpet, her mind was mush, she didn't know how to communicate what she was feeling. Her heart was racing; going at a million miles per hour. She placed her hands on her knees to try and stop them from shaking.

Sam looked concerned. He knew what was happening, he had a few anxiety attacks back at Stamford and knew the signs.

"Ophelia, are you okay? Do you need water? What can I do to help?" Sam asked sitting next to her on the bed. He rubbed her back in small circular movements as she tried to steady her breathing.

"…Some water would be nice. Please." Ophelia replied in a shaky voice. Sam glanced at Dean who nodded before rushing to the bathroom. He returned with a glass full of water, he knelt down so he could look Ophelia in the eye and handed her the glass.

Taking sips of the water Ophelia started to feel a little better. "This is all so much to take in. First you guys, then you tell me my grandad knew about it all from dad and now a literal angel is in my hotel room."

"We know it's a lot but it's okay. We're here every step of the way." Dean told her, still kneeling on the floor.

"I mean, this is ridiculous right? Monsters, angels, hunting and everything. It's ridiculous." Ophelia was shaking a little less now but she still couldn't get her head around it.

"It's actually quite logical, Ophelia. Folk stories and fairy tales have to come from somewhere." Cas said in a flat tone.

The three Winchesters looked at the angel. "Thanks Cas. That's exactly what she needed to hear you asshat." Dean remarked with sarcasm.

"No, thank you Cas, that actually makes sense. I had never thought about it that way." Ophelia said. She looked up at the angel and smiled.

"Okay, so now what?" Dean asked his sister.

"Well, that depends. I want to be a part of your life, you're the only family I really have now. Mum and I are patching things up, I think, but I can't move back in with her and her boyfriend." Ophelia replied. "On the other hand I'm not sure how I can help you. Like, I know a little about that world but nothing about it in America. My specialism at university is the occult in Europe, but that's probably not much help and you probably know it anyway." The girl was weighing up her options. She could just stay here and carry on with life and keep emailing them or she could join the 'family business' like Cas had called it.

"You…" Sam started to speak but stopped halfway through his thought.

"What are you thinking Sammy?" Dean asked. "If it's what I think you're thinking then it's going to be a no from me."

"I mean she's already in danger right? If the angels know about her, what are the chances that so do the demons? Wouldn't it be better if we could keep an eye on her?" Sam continued.

"What are you guys talking about. Demons? Like Lucifer's minions? They're real too? Bloody hell. Also am I in danger? Nothing has happened to me in my 19 years of life." Ophelia questioned.

"That isn't strictly true. I can sense demonic energy now." Cas chimed in.

"I'm sorry, you can what now?" Ophelia said with a start.

"Cas, come on man, maybe you should have led with that? There is a demon nearby?" Dean replied.

"I'm sorry Dean but I thought that your heart to heart with a long lost sibling might come first."

"Damn it Cas! Now is not the time for heart to hearts if we're being watched by demons!"

"Okay, everyone stay calm. What are we going to do?" Ophelia finally spoke after the initial shock. She was unsure where the sudden calmness and confidence came from.

"We need a plan." Sam said. He was still rubbing Ophelia's back subconsciously, not sure now if it was to comfort her or him.

"Right, well we need to leave as quickly as possible. Is there anywhere we can go?" Dean asked.

"Mum…Is she safe?" Ophelia realised that as she was in danger her mum could be to.

"She lives at the home your grandad owned, is that correct?" Cas replied. Ophelia nodded. "Then yes, she is safe. John put protections in place so nothing can hurt you or Sandra."

"Then we go there." Ophelia stood up and pulled her suitcase out from under the bed. "You guys go get your things and meet me in the reception area in ten minutes."

As Opheila began to pack Dean spoke. "Are you sure your mom will be okay with Sam and I turning up on her doorstep?"

"It'll be for a day, maybe two days, while we can figure it all out."

Sam was the one to speak next. "Okay well then, Cas stay here with Ophelia just in case anything happens. She can't defend herself against a demon even if she is a Winchester by blood."

Cas nodded in agreement. Ophelia thought this was fair. She had no idea what she was doing anymore. Her brain had gone into overdrive.

Cas stood in the corner, monitoring Ophelia's every movement. She was frantically packing all her clothes that she had only just unpacked.

"Is there anything I can do Ophelia?" Cas asked in his gravelly voice.

"Yeah, can you pack my makeup that's in the bathroom? You do know what that is right?"

"Yes, I know what makeup is. I have been alive since the beginning of time." Cas replied as he headed into the bathroom.

"Right, yeah, of course you have. How silly of me."

"It's okay, this is all very new, you had no reason to know that." Cas said

"I was being sarcastic Cas." Ophelia said with a slight giggle and a smile.

The angel smiled at her and said "Ah, your brothers are also fond of sarcasm. I see that I still have a lot to learn though." His smile turned into one of slight embarrassment.

"It's okay Cas, British humour is also apparently difficult for some people to understand. I assume being an angel doesn't make you immune to that." Ophelia reassured him as she packed her shoes.

She reached out towards Cas and took the bag of toiletries he was holding awkwardly and continued talking. "How do you know my brothers then?"

"I resurrected Dean in 2008 after he was sent to Hell and I have been with them ever since." Cas replied in a deadpan way.

"I should have realised by now that that was not going to be a normal answer like 'oh we met through a friend' shouldn't I?"

Ophelia finished packing and made sure she had everything; keys, phone, laptop, headphones and chargers.

Cas opened the door for her so she could wheel her suitcase out into the corridor with ease.

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"She should come with us. All I'm saying is that the girl is basically homeless and not protected. Did you not hear her when she said she was sleeping in her car?" Sam told Dean when they got out into the corridor.

"Of course I remember Sammy. I just don't know about it. She can't come out on hunts and every person we care about has a tendency to die in a tragic and painful way." Dean replied "We will talk more about this when we're at her mom's place.

They met up with Ophelia and Cas in the reception of the hotel. "Are you guys ready to go?" Ophelia said in a quiet voice.

"Yep, lets get moving as quickly as possible." Dean said.

"Okay well I'll hand back the keys and ask for a refund, I'm sure it'll be okay. Do you guys want to wait out near the car?" Ophelia asked.

"Oh no, we're not leaving you alone. If there is a demon here then you need us with you." Dean's voice was serious and slightly scary to Ophelia. She just nodded and headed towards the desk.

"How can I help Miss?" A new receptionist asked. They weren't wearing a badge and his clothes were not quite right.

Tentatively Ophelia handed back all three room keys and said "Something has come up. We're having to leave. Can we get a refund on the days we didn't stay?"

The nameless man looked at her blankly before opening his mouth. "Of course. However there is a note here for me to call my manager if you or those two gentlemen leave early. I'll be right back." There was something sinister about his presence. He left and headed into the back office. Cas came up and grabbed Ophelia by the hand.

"We need to go right now Ophelia." He said with haste.

"What about our refund? Like, this cost me more money than I'd care to say." Ophelia was confused at the rush.

"That man is a demon, I can see their true faces. We need to go now."

Ophelia looked at Sam and Dean, they looked worried as well. She took a quick look back at the back office door before turning to catch up with Sam and Dean who were now outside heading to the car.

Throwing their bags into the boot, Ophelia got into the front seat and started the car.

"Is everyone in?" She asked. There was a low grumble of confirmation from the three men. "Fantastic." Ophelia replied before speeding out of the car park towards her mum's home.

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Hello Jess it's time for fun fic authors self rec! Kindly tell us your favorite five fics you've written, then pass this on to spread the self-love ❤️

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♦ 'Cause This is Devotion - Ten/Rose, Bad Wolf!Rose, 4.6k, M

“You do not get to die on me now, you daft alien, not after I’ve been through so goddamn much to get back to you.” Rose sits up to pound her fist into his chest. “Fucking breathe, damn you,” she swears, and when no one says anything to stop her, she pounds the Doctor’s chest again. She wonders if she can break his ribs the way she could break a man’s. There’s no one left to ask now, not with him so still, so silent; splayed across the asphalt like a puppet with his strings cut. His face is slack, eyes closed and mouth parted. OR: The Doctor dies in the road, and Rose Tyler tells the universe no.

One night, @zjofierose and I were spelunking through our WIP folders and I found the skeleton of this and it sparked something inside of me and I immediately desired to finish it. I love Bad Wolf!Rose, I love creating actions that have far-reaching consequences we do not explore on the page, I love writing Doctor/Rose angst.

♦ Rush Light - Jaskier/Yennefer, canon-adjacent, post-s2, 22k, E

He’d been headed back from the taverns down by the wharf, having done a tour of the establishments to see if one would take him on for the weekend, when he’d seen it: a flash of purple in the light of a street lamp, swiftly followed by several large men in dark clothes. Something had turned over in the bottom of his stomach at the sight. Even if it wasn’t who he thought it might be, this wasn’t a neighbourhood for someone with the kind of coin to afford a cloak that colour to be wandering around in. So, against his mostly better judgement, Jaskier had let himself turn down the selfsame alley, steps slowing so as not to arrive as a too hasty surprise. He creeps forward, glad of the rushing rain as it muffles his footsteps. Some people also forget that he is quite capable of being quiet when needs must. Very good that he did go to this trouble after all; he hears her before he gets close enough to see them. “Get the fuck off me!” she snarls, and oh, Jaskier would know that voice anywhere. In which a sorceress gets herself into a spot of bother, and Jaskier happens to be in the area. It's all rather more serious than he expects.

I finished s2 of The Witcher and immediately descended into my google drive with forty ideas and this was the one that floated to the top. I love this fic. I had so much fun writing it. It gave me back my fantasy voice, it reminded me that I can write things that are fully for my own self and that other people will also enjoy them, and it was fun as hell to do a bunch of silly research for this.

♦ Signal Fire - Prodigal Son gen!fic, Malcolm Bright-centric, post-series finale, 2.8k, M

Dani’s footsteps crunch over brittle and drying grass as she approaches. Her weapon is still up. Sunlight glints off the barrel. “Bright?” she asks. Malcolm doesn't look down.

I got into Prodigal Son before realising that it didn't have an ending and when I got through to the end of what we got, I was left with so many questions. None of them are answered in this fic, but I did reaffirm the love I have for whumping the pretty boy.

♦ For Your Eyes Only - Shyan, 007 AU, 6.2k, E

The door to the elevator opens and Shane's stomach sinks. He’d know the breadth of those shoulders anywhere. “Moneypenny!” Ryan crows, as he sweeps towards Shane’s desk. Shane thinks wistfully of the long rice noodles and sweet-spicy sauce he has been dreaming about all week. Mr Daeng’s Tom Yum would also have been such a nice addition to Shane’s fridge for the weekend. “Don’t call me that,” Shane says, and regrets it immediately. OR: It's Bergara. Ryan Bergara, and he'll have his martini shaken, not stirred. Shane, on the other hand, manages M's calendar with an iron fist and has no time for nonsense. Or does he?

This fic is so sexy, if I do say so myself. It's got spies, it's got a little violence, it's got the author's kink discovery in the middle of it. What's not to love?

This Tornado Loves You - Shyan, Storm Chasers AU, 22k, E

“Thing’s a fuckin’ monster,” TJ says into the phone, “you should be able to see it now.” Shane turns to look out the truck window. The sky is black, and around him, the corn tops are still. Nothing moves. The air feels terrifyingly full. Shane looks under the storm. It takes him a moment, but then he sees it, backlit by a flash of lightning. All the hair stands up on the back of Shane’s neck. Or: Shane Madej is a serious scientist, not just some yahoo with a camera and a death wish. Ryan, on the other hand, has a camera and a plan.

When they said write what you know, I took them at their word and wrote 22k about storms and chasing them and filled it full of weather and romance and the kind of proposal I might even say yes to, if it ever happened to me in the future.

[buttered-baguette-writes]

Fascination, Determination, Obsession

An eighth year fic where Harry learns the Dark Arts (also on AO3)

Harry didn’t look too closely at the walls as he made his way through the school. It had only been partially repaired, and the mess that was Hogwarts made his skin go cold. There were quite a few workers still bustling about, trying to finish their jobs before the new school year started in a few days. Harry kept his head down and moved quickly towards the headmaster’s office. He fiddled with a necklace he had wrapped around his wrist.

“Mr. Potter, glad you could make it. Thank you for coming in early.” McGonagall greeted from behind her new desk.

Harry gave a polite smile in return, but he was immediately distracted by the other student in the room.

“Malfoy.”

“Potter.”

McGonagall cleared her throat, gaining their attention again. “The reason I called both of you in here is because, due to the circumstances, you two will be sharing a room for the year.”

Malfoy huffed and rolled his eyes while Harry tried (and failed) to keep his eyes trained on the professor.

“I’m afraid others have a stronger resentment towards Mr. Malfoy, so this is the best option,” she said rather matter-of-factly. Sensing rebellion, she added, “All the eighth years are in pairs. No exceptions.”

The professor then went on to explain some of the general rules for their returning grade.

As Harry rubbed his eyes, Malfoy took the opportunity to look.

Potter held himself differently, though he still slouched into the chair. Horrid posture as always, Draco thought. But overall, Potter looked healthier, fresher. Even his unruly hair had been tamed – it was longer and still messy, but not terrible.

Though it was his eyes that took Draco by surprise. They were still framed by those hideous glasses. They were still that (stupidly pretty) vibrant green, yet they were dimmer. There was none of that overbearing fondness towards the headmistress like he had seen before the final battle. Potter was politely acknowledging her and nothing else. There had been more emotion in his eyes directed towards Draco.

And Draco wanted to discover whatever it was that caused that change. As always, he was immensely curious about the other boy, though he would never admit it out loud.

Potter suddenly looked at him, and Draco was able to see it clearer. There was a darkness attached to the boy-who-lived, swirling around him, and seeping into his being. It was as if it was trying to attach itself to Potter’s magic.

Draco held the gaze. He was certainly going to figure out what had happened.

“Is that all, professor?”

“Yes.”

“Excellent,” Draco cut her off, rising from his chair. He hurried out of the office and down the halls, hoping he could get to the room first and have a few minutes to himself. However, he and Potter had this fun little thing going on where they practically stalk each other. And Potter had a well-known habitat of following him around.

“What, Potter?” Draco snapped, abruptly stopping in the corridor.

“Do you know what this is?” Potter asked, holding up his wrist.

Draco’s eyes narrowed. Wrapped around the other boy’s wrist was a black leather necklace that hung a small stone that was half covered in silver. And it exuded ancient, Dark magic. The small amulet used to be a common thing for Dark wizards to carry with them. However, they were now extremely rare thanks to the prejudice against the Dark Arts.

Having never seen one in person before, Draco longed to reach for it, to feel its magic thrum in response to his. But he stopped himself. He wasn’t daft.

“Why?”

Potter huffed. “A simple yes or no,” he snipped back.

“Of course, I know what it is,” Draco admitted, turning his nose up. “Do you?” he asked despite already knowing the answer. So what if he missed getting a rise out of people and that the wizarding world’s golden boy was the closest person? Besides, his favourite pastime used to be making those green eyes spark in irritation.

Before Potter had the chance to respond, his name was being shouted from down the hall.

With an eye roll, Potter turned to face the young-looking man that was rushing down the hall towards them. Though Potter never fully turned away from Draco. Draco who the young man ignored entirely. As much as that annoyed him, it gave Draco the chance to observe the entire conversation, uninterrupted. He did not miss the way green eyes became almost dead, looking the newcomer up and down, completely disinterested.

“Mr. Potter! I was hoping that after our class ends, you’d stop by the younger years and help me with a few demonstrations.”

“I am not taking your class, Professor,” Potter said, voice cold and distant.

Draco almost shivered as he watched green eyes grow dark with anger – proper anger compared to the slight irritation he had directed at the blonde. And he marvelled at the fact that this random professor was somehow ranked lower than him to Potter. It got Draco wondering about who else was subjected to the icy look Potter was giving the other man, and why he wasn’t one of those sods.

Oh, he was most certainly going to be keeping an eye on the golden boy this year. It seemed he would be more interesting than originally believed.

“There’s still time to change your schedule,” the man insisted.

“No.”

And with that, Potter spun and walked down the hall, dragging Draco with him. Picking up the pace as the turned the corner did little to deter the professor as they could hear heavy footsteps following. But before Draco could protest, he was being shoved into the wall – except, he went through an opening in the stone that silently shut as Potter came in after him.

Draco was disappointed that someone else know about the secret hallways, but more importantly, he was annoyed at being manhandled.

Yanking his arm back, he hit Potter on the arm.

“What.” Another hit. “The.” And another. “Fuck.” And another as he hissed out the words. He was seconds away from strangling the idiot, fingers twitching to do it.

And then Potter spoke up. “Sorry, that’s the new defence teacher.”

Draco’s anger quelled only in favour of his curiosity. He quirked a brow, crossing his arms as he started leaning into the other boy’s space. “The class you love so dearly? The one you taught yourself when Umbridge plagued the halls? Why, I thought you’d be dying to teach it, with your famous hero complex and all.”

Potter shook his head, loose curls bouncing along (not that Draco was paying attention, no).

“That class is rubbish, and that professor just wants to kiss my arse. He tracked me down to a muggle food store!” Potter threw his hands up before stuffing them into the pockets of his horrible pants. “I just wanted to buy stuff for brekkie.”

“My, my, what terrible problems you have. Fanfare, the horror.”

Potter glared at him. At least that was still normal. “They’re not even teaching them actual Dark Arts.”

Draco’s mind skidded to a halt. “And what do you know about the actual Dark Arts?”

It was fleeting, but Draco saw it. Saw the danger in those green eyes, the darkness, the hunger for knowledge and power. He felt the power that dripped off the other boy. And, oh, if that wasn’t an exciting idea. The Harry Potter, golden boy-who-lived and defeated Voldemort, with untouched power, messing about with the Dark Arts.

But if Draco was ever going to believe such a thing, he would need solid proof. Proof of what the other boy was doing, and that he had done it of his own free will. Because as enticing as it would be to watch the Gryffindor explore the Dark Arts, he wasn’t going to willingly give the ministry a reason to throw him in Azkaban with his father.

Well, not until his probation was over. Then he’d tell everyone where to stick their wands.

As the pair made their way through the hidden walkway towards the new eighth year area, Harry constantly shook out his hands. He was angry and his magic wanted to be used as an outlet. As relaxing as that sounded, he didn’t want to blow a hole through another wall. Besides, Malfoy was with him, and he didn’t want the other to get hurt – it wasn’t like he was mad at the blonde.

He had almost regretted coming back to school, leaving the safety he had created for himself at Grimmauld Place. But seeing the recognition in Malfoy’s eyes when he showed him his amulet made him realise that a person might be more helpful than all those books he had been reading.

He just needed to get Malfoy to trust him enough to talk about it.

He also needed to ignore that defence professor’s existence and he’d be fine – have less anger to manage.

Probably.

Still not fully calm once they made it to their room, Harry enlarged his trunk, dug out a book, and left.

He found himself wandering around the lake, dropping onto the grass closer to the forbidden forest than the castle. He let the warmth of the sun soak into his skin as he soaked up knowledge from the heavy book for the remainder of daylight. The new dorms being the closest building to the forest made it easy for Harry to make his way back, whenever that was going to be.

He knew he was being watched, on and off the entire time he was lazing in the grass. He knew without looking up to the eighth-year dorms that he would find Malfoy’s gray eyes gazing curiously down at him.

Part 2

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I wish you would write a fic where Flynn and Reggie get surprisingly close, and one of them (both of them ahem) secretly longs for more

(Also available on AO3)

“I don’t think we have room” 

Flynn ignored the protests of the dark-haired man, as she firmly shoved her bag amongst the bags and instruments in the back of the beat up van. Man, she internally scoffed, he was barely older than her. And there wasn’t anything he nor any of his other friends could say to stop her. 

They sharply turned their glare, meeting his wide green eyed gaze. “You think huh? You know what I think?”

His dark brows furrowed as he tilted his head slightly, mouth falling open, maybe perhaps to attempt to answer them. They didn’t want an actual answer, so they kept speaking, returning their focus on aggressively ensuring their bag was secure amongst the pile.

“I think you are completely daft if you think I am letting my best friend go on some cross country journey with a bunch of boys she just met, alone. For all she knows, you’re con men or some other nonsense.”

“I am not about to risk letting y’all take advantage of her.”

Flynn stopped their shoving, their bag firmly set and no longer budging. They returned their glare to the dark haired boy, their heart stuttered minutely in their chest at the indecipherable look on his gaping face. 

They didn’t linger on pondering what that look was about choosing instead to go join Julie in the van.

-

“Put your damn shirt on, Peters.” Flynn groaned from her spot in the back seat of the van, leaning heavily into the stack of bags to their right. 

Reggie huffed with just enough edge to it that it couldn’t be mistaken for a laugh. They’d had this argument enough times for her to know what that sound meant. He was stopping himself from saying he was still wearing a shirt.

Which she disagreed with. The thin white tank top was almost as bad as Luke’s cut offs. Especially when it was starting to go see through with sweat like that, the AC in the van was too weak to reach them very well and the afternoon could get hot.

“You gonna make me, Taylor?” He muttered, no sign he planned on moving from where he was sprawled out as much as he could be in the seat beside her. 

His head rested back against the window, the length of his neck exposed. His arms were just as much on display, one of them propped on the back of the bench seat. His legs were shoved under the seat in front of him, and while she couldn’t see his feet she knew his boots were also off since they were shoved under his own seat.

Now it was her turn to scoff, “you’d like that wouldn’t you.”

“Why don’t you try and find out?” His mouth curled  into a crooked smirk as he looked at her from under his dark lashes. Just the slightest hint of green. “Or am I too much for you to handle?”

Flynn rolled their eyes and shook their head, turning away sharply when she felt the inexplicable rush of heat across her cheeks and nose. Of course he’d turn this whole situation into a flirting opportunity. Although this was probably the first time he’d tried to turn his charm on her. 

She had been wondering when that’d happen, a little surprised it hadn’t happened sooner with how frequently he flirted with anyone he found pretty. Flynn had begun to wonder if perhaps she should be offended by the fact he hadn’t attempted to flirt with her. 

The two of them had been relegated to the back of the van often enough-Alex and Willie the only safe drivers and Julie and Luke too busy caught up in their star crossed lovers romance-that it wasn’t like he didn’t have plenty of opportunities to try flirting before now.

Then she’d always remind herself that it didn’t matter because she didn’t care if he flirted with them or not. 

It was nice enough when their icy stalemates would come to an end and they actually started talking to each other. Simple conversations and car games to fill the silence and pass the time. She didn’t need anything more from him. 

Especially not when the future beyond this road trip was so uncertain. 

–

Flynn scrolled through their phone, the ice bucket settled into their lap as they sat as comfortably on the floor as they could. Her thoughts kept flipping between wishing there was a spare chair somewhere on this floor of this cheap roadside hotel and debating when she should kick Luke out of hers and Julie’s room. 

They should have known it was a silly idea to split up the ways they had been. Them and  Julie in one, everyone else in the other. With how Julie and Luke had been with each other, growing more and more disgustingly fond and clingy, the way Luke would linger in their room longer and longer, this had been a simple inevitability. 

She had been gracious enough to not call the two of them out on their thinly veiled ‘go fetch some ice’ request. She had been even more accommodating by taking an unreasonable amount of time to find said ice machine.

The trouble now was they didn’t want to risk walking in on a sight they would regret having permanently seared onto the back of their eyes.

“You been sexiled, too?” Reggie’s laughing voice was unexpected but not unsurprising or unwelcome.

Flynn looked up from their phone and towards his sunshine bright smile. “I take it that means Alex stopped dancing around Willie?”

“Nailed it in one.” Reggie chuckled as he joined Flynn on the floor. 

“Guess there's no chance for us to escape the back of the van now.” Flynn playfully whined as they shifted their legs so they could comfortably prop their chin in their hand.

“I don’t know about that.” Reggie smirked as bumped his shoulder against hers. “I’m sure you and I could work together to guilt trip the others into letting us sit wherever we want. At least for tomorrow.”

“We should have just gotten three rooms to begin with.” Flynn said through their own small laugh. 

Reggie nodded, suddenly stopping with a slight jerk as he sat up straighter. “Wait, three?”

“I’m sure you and I are grown up enough that we could handle sharing a hotel room without it meaning anything.” Flynn kept her gaze solidly locked on the wall across from them. Determined to keep herself from glancing his direction, similar to how she’d been determined to see him only as a friend. 

No one needed to know how much an internal struggle that particular endeavor had turned into. 

“Oh, right,” he mumbled under his breath, “that makes sense.”

She brushed off the notion that he’d sounded deflated. He was probably tired, just like they were. It was ridiculous how exhausting being in the back of a van could be. 

“Come one.” Flynn said, suddenly wanting nothing more than to pass out in a semi-comfortable bed. “I’m sure you and I can scrounge up enough money to at least get another room for tonight.”

They helped him rise to his feet, ignoring how nice it felt to have his hand nestled around hers. 

–

As it turned out, they didn’t need to work to try and make the others feel guilty, they did it to themselves. Which is how Flynn found themself sharing the back bench seat with Julie. While Reggie rode shotgun, giddily chatting with Alex or Willie depending on who was driving at the time. 

The change in seating arrangement could also potentially have been spurred by the new hotel sleeping arrangements. They couldn’t afford constantly getting three rooms so instead the two newly formed couples worked out a rotation on who would get the second room to themselves and who’d share with Flynn and Reggie. 

She doesn’t know about Reggie but the whole thing made her feel a bit too much like unwanted leftovers. Which Julie definitely picked up on with how much she kept making an effort to make Flynn feel wanted and included during the day time. It doesn’t really help make Flynn feel better, an odd ache they couldn’t ignore constantly settled in their chest.

It only takes a week before Flynn figures out what the cause of the ache is. Though their certain Julie would want some credit. 

“So,” Julie quietly said, inching closer to Flynn during one of the longer quiet stretches of road. “What’s up with you and Reggie?”

“What?” Flynn snapped, eyes snapping around the van, the only ones currently awake were Julie, herself, and Alex who was driving. Her eyes lingered a little too long on Reggie, and they had to brush off Julie’s knowing smirk when their attention fell back on her.

“There’s nothing between Reggie and me.” She insisted. But now that Julie had brought him up she realized she missed him.

How ridiculous was that? How could they miss someone who they were literally in the same van with, that they regularly shared a room with. 

Because it wasn’t the same. The banter wasn’t solely theirs anymore. It was no longer her, Reggie and the other two couples. 

Which was an equally ridiculous thought for entirely different reasons. 

Julie rolled her eyes as she adjusted in the cramped space. “Do you wish there was?”

“There was what?” Flynn asked, knowing exactly where Julie was going with her questioning but trying their best to stall.

Her friend sighed with a raised eyebrow and a small frown, an expression she schooled into as neutral a look as she could before asking, “do you wish there was something between you and Reggie?”

Flynn briefly bit at her lip and avoided looking Julie in the eye. Before they could finish formulating a response Julie pressed on.

“Because sometimes the way you look at him I think you do.”

Flynn snorted out a small laugh, knowing there was nonsense in denying it. They and Julie had been friends for far too long, and if she had picked up on something they’d been in denial about it must be bad. “Yeah, I think I do wish there was more.”

She refused to say more than that, fully aware that most of her concerns could also be applied to Julie’s newfound relationship with Luke. And she’d rather not get into that particular argument at the moment. Not when her friend had been her happiest and liveliest in years.

“For what it’s worth,” Julie added, playfully nudging Flynn’s shoulders, “I think he wishes there was more there too.”

“I doubt that.” Flynn said as she gestured for Julie to move so they could work on braiding her hair, “but thanks.”

–

After their earlier conversation Flynn was sure Julie would hatch some sort of matchmaking scheme, however so far everything seemed to be normal. Or as normal as life for six young adults traveling the country in a run down van could be.

After lunch everyone was quiet again, though it was obvious they were simply using their phones. She could tell by the way Julie smiled and occasionally glanced his way, she and Luke were texting. If the blushes and knowing looks meant anything they would probably be begging Alex and Willie for the single room.

Sure enough during dinner Julie pulled Alex and Willie out of ear shot and was quietly but very animatedly talking with them. Flynn quietly ate at the table waiting for their return. She pulled out her phone to shoot a quick text to Reggie, who was off with Luke checking them into the hotel.

Then she thought better of it.

The two hadn’t really set up their own individual text chain. The most they’d done at this point was send each other the occasional meme or funny video. 

They hadn’t really needed to message more than that before a couple weeks ago. Since they could always just quietly chat and joke amongst themselves in the back seat.

Soon enough it didn’t matter, Luke and Reggie returned to join the rest of them for food. Luke divvied up the keys while Reggie avoided looking at anyone, his face and neck more pink than usual. 

Was he getting sick? That might make traveling difficult.

She didn’t get the chance to ask him as Luke soon took over the conversation. He had ideas about the gig-they most assuredly hadn’t booked yet but he was certain they would get in the next town over.

–

She was going to kill Julie. They knew the girl had been up to something but had made the mistake of assuming what that was. 

However, as Flynn stared down the single bed in front of her, Reggie frozen behind her, she knew what Julie had done. 

No wonder the rest of them all decided to take their time getting things from the van.

“Maybe the keys got mixed up?” Reggie offered. 

“Yeah, maybe.” Flynn grit out between their teeth even though they highly doubted it. 

Her suspicions were confirmed when both her and Reggie’s phones alerted them of new messages. Flynn glared down at Julie’s ‘good luck’ message. She bit back her whine and looked up to see Reggie glowering down at his phone. 

He groaned as he collapsed into the desk chair. The desk and the chair being the only furniture besides the one bed, which he now dismally stared at. 

Yeah, sure Julie. That totally looks like a man who wants more with her. 

With a soft sigh, Flynn settled onto the edge of the bed facing Reggie, “So, which side do you want?”

Reggie’s eye snapped to hers, though he was still looking at her from under his lashes. Not glaring, Flynn’s not sure what they’d call that look but it wasn’t angry. 

He swallowed hard, they could almost hear it from where they sat in the silence that hung over them. “You sure?”

“This is no different than last time we had to share a room.” Flynn stated, ignoring the way Reggie’s face twisted up, racing through several different expressions in a matter of two seconds. 

“We’re grown ups, it doesn’t,” she tried not to hesitate, to battle the sigh and tonal shift they felt building, they failed, “doesn’t have to mean anything.”

Reggie’s head tilted as they tripped over their words. He studied them, that was the best explanation they had for the way his eyes held theirs. She didn’t know those sea green eyes could burn like that.

After an excruciatingly long time of being pinned under that look he finally glanced down at his hands, chewing on his words. She took the opportunity to look down at her sneakers.

“Do you want it to?” so, so quietly he whispered out, they wondered if she would have heard him if she hadn’t been so aware of him being there.

She picked at the hem of their skirt. The answer clung to the tip of her tongue, desperately wanting to escape but she kept her mouth shut equally desperate to not get hurt.

“Flynn?” his voice, still just as quiet but maybe a little rougher, was much closer than before. She didn’t want to look at him, as much as she’d love to see him smile again she doubted that’s what she’d see if they looked up. “I’d like it to mean something.”

She glanced up and he was right in front of her now, that fire still lit in his eyes. He looked so unsure and she hated seeing that but as his words rang through her head a small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, reflecting the smile blossoming across her own face.

“You do?” she asked a little breathlessly, her fingers tangled into his necklace, forcing him to lean all the closer to her.

“Yeah, I do.” He chuckled, as he used one of his hands to prop himself on the mattress so he didn’t fall on top of them, his other hand tentatively reached up and barely brushed against her jaw. “I actually like you a lot.”

Flynn swallowed around her suddenly dry throat, “I actually like you a lot, too.”

They could barely see the broad smile that split his face, she didn’t have time to appreciate it though as he closed the distance, the hand against her cheek trailing to the back of her head. His lips were soft against hers, gentle, though that didn’t last long once sucked his bottom lip into her mouth. 

"Bet you want my shirt off now don't you?" Reggie breathlessly teased as they both stumbled their way back onto the bed. 

Flynn, groaned though it came out as a growl, and who were they kidding. What point was there in being stubborn anymore? "Your damn right I do," she panted as her hands trailed up and under the shirt in question. 

He smirked and leaned back down to capture her mouth with his again. They were certain they were in for quite a night.

 .

The others were going to be absolutely insufferable in the morning but she couldn’t care less at the moment.

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For the “name any of my fics and I’ll tell you two things that definitely happened after they ended”: doll me up in my bad luck and you waste your time on daft pretty boys!

Oho the feminization fics ah geez haha

Doll me up

• Connor showers and stays the night, borrowing some of Brandon's clothes, and Brandon just...short circuits. Seeing Connor wearing a 21 just does something to him, Connor making fun of him for getting hard just from seeing him in his clothes.

• And those clothes don't stay on long, especially not with Connor making fun of him, Brandon dragging Connor to his bed. They have all day so why not have some fun with it? Brandon sucking him off first, getting off at the same time. Later disappearing into the bathroom during a show and coming back to sit on Connor's lap, immediately wanting Connor to fuck him, dragging him back to the bedroom again and Connor thinks he likes fucking Brandon much more than the other way.

Daft pretty boys

• Brock does apologize. A full actual apology, feeling like he took it too far, disgusted with himself for all of it. But Matt doesn't want to talk about it, doesn't want to acknowledge that it happened and how he felt about any of it. How much he almost wants Brock to be mean to him again and call him a girl.

• Part of the apology is Brock asking him if he wants a handy or something, Matt just scoffing at the offer. But accepting it. Brock doesn't say anything weird, barely even looks at him while Matt tries to keep quiet. There's a weird look on Brock's face when Matt starts getting close, like he's trying to hold back, keep himself from saying something until it slips, simply calling him "matty" again. And it has....an effect on Matt, hips bucking up and coming shortly thereafter much to his embarrassment.

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read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/TzbcweX by lynnja When a honeypot is required for a mission Akutagawa and Atsushi find themselves in competition due to a bet between Chuuya and Dazai. Now all four of them are on a luxury yacht with their target and seven days of balls, parties, and unlimited booze. hearts will break, secrets will come to light, and no one is coming out of this the same Words: 1356, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs), Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), Nakajima Atsushi (Bungou Stray Dogs), Akutagawa Ryuunosuke (Bungou Stray Dogs), Edogawa Ranpo (Bungou Stray Dogs), Black Lizard Ensemble (Bungou Stray Dogs) Relationships: Dazai Osamu/Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), Akutagawa Ryuunosuke/Nakajima Atsushi (Bungou Stray Dogs) Additional Tags: Fluff, Jealousy, Oblivious Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs), Getting Together, Established Relationship, this entire fic is an excuse to dress them all up in fancy outfits, light hearted, Hijinks & Shenanigans, happy endings read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/TzbcweX

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Hi! Same anon from a long while ago who first asked about the Boromir fic and got that “dissertation” in return! You’ve got me in the mood to try to pick up the books again after catching up on the fic (I figured to wait a couple updates so I’d have more to read, but boy did I catch up fast :’) pretty much did just as the 16th landed) though I have not just yet.

But I am gonna try to watch the movies very soon! I’m very excited to experience Middle Earth through an OC lense, as I have quite not full time just yet. You’re one of my favorite authors, so I’m gonna be around for it fully AKDJAKS. I admire your tenacity, a tenth walker fic writing wise is so daunting to me. But I know you’ll be able to do it quite well, you’ve already caught me fully :)

Aaaa okay I finally have the chance to sit down and reply to this part properly -- thank you so much! The concept of being among someone's favourite writers is absolutely wild to me, but genuinely one of the highest compliments you could give me ahah, so that's going to have me smiling for the rest of the month. I'm rereading the books as I write, although I'm very far ahead in the books, currently at Helm's Deep, mostly highlighting bits of dialogue that would work for me to slip into the movie-verse.

But yeaaah, honestly it's daunting to me too! May or may not have had a little bit of a panic about the whole thing literally just last night 😎 the thing is, though, I'd never panicked so much over a project as I did with CTW and that ended up working out well, so I'm definitely learning that fear is a good indicator with these things. (And hopefully that bodes well for the novel, bc I'm terrified of that fucker). Doing it scared honestly adds to the pride of the finished product, I think. The ones where I go in thinking it'll be easy always end up crap and then abandoned.

It very much helps having the movies and the books to choose between, too - mostly because if I only had the books to go from, I'd never have been daft enough to try it 🥲

Thank you again! I'm so glad you're enjoying it so far! 💜