#he's a bit of a workaholic in that fic/series

[acatnamedpusheen]

Two of Hearts (Declan x Reader)

Pairing: Declan x fem!reader

Word count: 7K (I've never written anything this long brace yourselves)

Genre: Mutual pining, enemies to lovers kinda vibes, smut in the end(that was the whole point), hella cliche

Warnings: Some bad words here and there, sexual themes obviously, fingering, handjob, unprotected sex, exhibitionism (I should be locked away), english not being my first language, me rarely using a full stop

Summary: You and Declan are sent on a trip to Como in Italy to attend an award ceremony. After a series of events you end up revealing your feelings for each other.

A/N: I totally did not get this idea as soon as I read that Aidan got secretly married to Caitlin in Italy (somebody lobotomise me). I should mention that I'm not following the timeline of the series, I mixed things up, good luck with that. Also play along with me and pretend it's normal for the british tv awards to be taking place in Italy, alright? This fic took an unnecessary long amount of time during which I was hopelessly sitting in front of a blank white screen with a blinking cursor every single day for 2 weeks. It took every bit of sanity left in me, I was contantly going between "this is so good" and "this is the crappiest shit to ever be written" . Still leaning towards that secong option but, I shall end my yapping here and let you read.

"You're going to Italy with Declan next week." Tony Baddingham casually told you after calling you to his office.

"What? Why?!" there was nothing in Tony's expression that indicated there was any space for negotiation or a way out of this, but these questions involuntarily came out your mouth with a clear protesting tone.

"British Television Awards, special edition taking place in Como this year. Declan has won an award and I can't send him alone, there needs to be some sort of representation from Corinium. And before you open that pretty little mouth of yours again, neither me nor Cameron can go because there are some issues that need to be settled, regarding the next season of Four Men Went To Mow." Tony finished that last sentence with a roll of his eyes. He obviously would have preferred a nice trip to Italy and a chance to show off his power and success infront of all the other producers and station owners that would be attending. Four Men Went To Mow was all Corinium had without Declan, so he had to make sure everything was arranged for its next season.

"I see..." you slowly nodded with a smile that wasn't really hiding your annoyance and turned around to exit Tony's office, barely catching a glimpse of him winking at you with that smug face of his before ligthing a cigar.

You've been working with Tony for a long time at Corinium, you were used to his 'manners' and how much of an authoritarian he was. That didn't mean he wasn't driving you mad, you just had found your ways of putting up with him. That had changed, however, when Declan O'Hara, the ruthless, irish journalist joined Corinum's picture. You had been assinged as his personal assistant, much to his dismay because, like he'd said: 'he does his own research'. Nevertheless, he did need someone to keep him a bit organised and Tony insisted you reported to him about any ongoing research because Declan tended to get quite uncooporative at times. So now, not only did you have to put up with a dictator of a boss, but also this arrogant, excessively proud workaholic you were supposed to be 'assisting'.

"What's wrong?" Declan asked upon seeing you storming in his office after exiting Tony's.

"Nothing." you tried to sound unbothered as you reached for some papers in hopes of distracting yourself. It wasn't really working.

"Oh I know better than to believe a woman answering this question with 'nothing' while she's looking clearly bothered by something." he replied with an amused tone while crossing his arms, accent thick and textured like crystallized honey, making you huff in annoyance.

"Did you know Tony is sending us to Italy next week?" you turned to him.

"Yes, somebody has to go and get that award. And see the look on the faces of all these idiots that never appreciated me." that smirk on Declan's lips was doing things to you. Things you were sure would send you straight to hell if one was to know of them.

"It doesn't sound like you really need me in any of this, though. Or do you think the award will be a bit too heavy for you to hold it all by yourself?" it was your turn to sound smug and the subtle laugh you earned from Declan felt like a reward.

"It's better for the station's image to not just send me there alone and I'm sure Tony explained how he can't send anyone else right now. Besides..." he paused and took a few steps until he was directly in front of you. "I want you there." he locked eyes with you causing your gaze to quickly shift to some other spot around you. "You're part of this show, you worked for this award too." your eyes met his again and you could really see sincerity in them. It felt like this was the first time he was genuinely recognising your work. Always too proud to let a single compliment about your contribution slip past his lips. Was he resorting to simple flattery for the purpose of the trip, you wondered.

"Could you at least tell me you'll be a bit less of a pain in the arse during those 3 days that we're going to be there?" it wasn't unusual for you to express how irritating Declan could get every now and then and you were sure not giving in to any potential tricks of his just yet.

"You know I can never promise such thing, sweetheart." there came that sinful smirk again as he patted the side of your arm before taking a step back and walking to exit the room.

There was no denying you had caught feelings for Declan over time, but you kept trying to find a way to persuade yourself that it was just a stupid phase. None of this was right. He was technically your boss, married even though his wife had just left him, with 3 children and quite older than you. You never had a chance with him and you never even should. You had it all under control up until then, partially hiding behind you constantly being cross with him. But only god knew how you kept longing to feel his toned back and shoulders under your touch, or taste his lips on yours. No, this was so wrong and just a phase, you constantly lied to yourself. A business trip with just the two of you alone, however, could easily reveal the truth and that was the actual reason why it was making you so nervous. As much as you'd wanted to let Declan know how you felt instead of letting it eat you away you dreaded the possibility of making things awkward between the two of you.

-

"You don't mind me sleeping through the entire ride, do you?" you were up on basically no sleep at an ungodly hour in the morning before the sun was even up, for a 2 hour drive to London to catch your flight to Milan. From there you'd be taking the train to Como for about an hour. 'Why did the British Television Awards had to take place in Italy?!' you kept thinking to yourself, your eyes barely able to stay open and then remembered Tony babbling something about it being a special anniversary edition or whatever this year.

"Of course not, but don't expect me to not do the same as soon as we're on that plane." Declan chuckled softly. He was relieved that the circumstances of your trip were such, that allowed, required even, either one or both of you to doze off during most times. He didn't want to make it awkward between the two of you now that you weren't sitting together for work. And he hated to admit it, but he was glad you'd be sleeping while he was driving, because he could easily steal glances at you without getting caught. He liked you, there was no denying that he did, but this felt so new to him and he feared it all might just be some sort of weird reaction to the fact that Maud had left him, sinking in. All these years married and he'd never even thought about looking at another woman, the way his wife did at another man. But now you had come in the picture and Maud had made her exit and it felt so different. You were different, you intrigued him, excited him. The way you carried yourself, the way you opposed him. It wasn't in the way Maud did, because she never liked him for what he truly was, she just wanted attention, whereas you understood Declan. Your 'insults' were innocent, just there to remind him when he was crossing the line and he knew that. What he didn't know was if there was any chance you saw him the way he saw you.

-

"Just a quick question, what do you find more appaling in this situation, me or Italy?" he turned to you with a playfull tone after you'd found your seats on the plane.

"You of course." you joked causing both of you to laugh. "Don't mind me, really, it was just the way Tony announced it, nothing else." you assured him before going back to whatever book you had picked to keep you distracted, surprised that for once you were thankful for Tony's actions upon realising that he'd booked business class seats, which granted space in-between you two. There was no way you could stay sane with Declan being any closer to you than he already was.

The remaining part of this long trip continued in equal silence. You'd only exchanged a few words on how magnificent the green scenery that occupied hundreds of kilometers outside the train window was, or on some new information about whatever research was currently in progress for the next show. And after what seemed like an eternity, in the late afternoon, you had finally arrived at the hotel you'd be staying for the next 2 days.

- 

"Would you like to join me for dinner later? I'm sure we can find a nice restaurant nearby." his all too familiar voice stopped you before you opened the door to your room right next to his. Oh how he wished he could openly ask you out, reveal his true feelings for you, now that you were away from all the familiar faces. Instead he had to make do with this question and hopes you'd accept. 

"I don't think Declan O'Hara, almost officially divorced, should be spotted having dinner with his assistant alone in some restaurant in Como, don't you think?" as much as you wanted this, you had to put your reputations above it. You might be away from the closed society of Rutshire, but Declan was still somewhat of a public figure and was expected to be here for the awards. You couldn't afford seeing your names on the front pages of tabloids, or be the one having to deal with Tony's rage if that were to happen. He gave you this job because he knew you were the one who could stop Declan from acting on impulse and that's what you were determined to do. Besides, it helped keep your irrational thoughts at bay too. "You can go alone on this, I'll probably just order room service, I'm quite tired anyway."

"Then, I'll order room service too and we can sit on my balcony. I've been told the view is exquisite." he saw you preparing to protest and was quick to continue "Come on, love, we can't act like total strangers until we get back. You got dragged here because of me, let me try to at least make it even a bit enjoyable." 

Hearing the nickname 'love' fall from his lips had your knees feeling weak. He called you things like 'love', 'darling' or 'sweatheart' every so often and it was the way he seemed to use these words so naturally with you that had you melting. "Only because you're asking me so nicely." your expression softened. "Anything along the lines of meat, salad or pasta would be perfect. But make sure there's wine." because not in a million years could you handle dinner with Declan sober. "And I'll be over in a minute." were your last words as you dissapeared behind your door leaving Declan in the hallway, before he had a chance to say another word. 

Alone in your room, you couldn't help the shy smile that found its way to your lips as you let out a deep breath. You had to compose yourself, it was just dinner on a business trip.  Declan seemed to mirror you with one of his signature smirks at the thought of getting to spent some private time with you outside the context of work. Last time he had gotten anything close to that was months ago at the NYE party at his house, where practically the whole of Rutshire was invited and he couldn't recall saying anything more to you than a 'hello' , 'happy new year' and 'goodbye". Did he even see you when you left? He couldn't say for sure. Of course there where times when he was tempted to invite you over to the priory. To have you finishing up work at his study and things escalating to... well, other things, but he knew how irresponsible that was, with Taggie and Maud potentially a few walls away. How it would probably make you believe he was a pervert.

- 

"So, ready for the big day tomorrow?" you asked in an attempt to keep some sort of conversation going and avoid the thick awkward silence that kept threatening to fall. Your eyes followed the red wine in the glass you were placing back down on the table, as the sun was setting behind the green mountains surrounding the lake, painting it in hues of orange. The early September breeze setting the perfect temperature for open-air dining. If anyone were to see you and Declan sitting on that balcony, they would, without a doubt, assume  you were a couple sharing a romantic dinner quite possibly on their honeymoon too. But the truth was far from anyone's assumptions.

"There isn't much to be prepared for anyway." Declan said nonchalantly before taking another bite off his plate. 

"Well, do you know what you are going to say? Won't you get nervous in front of all these people?" your eyes met with his.

"I'll tell them how pleased and thankful I am for the award, I won't forget to mention Corinium and I think I'll be just fine." seeing you nod, he proceeded to add the one thing that was actually making him nervous "And I want you up there with me." his doe eyes had yours widening in surprise. 

"What, me? Why?" as much as you were surprised there was no doubt you found this quite flattering.

"Because, like I've told you before, this award belongs to you too and you didn't come all this way just to sit there and watch me take all the credit, did you?" was he compromising his image by choosing to have you on stage with him so soon after his wife had left him? He didn't care. Besides, you were representing Corinium and your contribution to his show was undeniable.

"Who am I to say no to you, I guess?" two glasses of wine in and rather tired, you smiled in defeat. If only you could stop resisting him in other ways too. Him taking you right on that balcony for any prying eyes to see that he was yours, would have been a true delight. It was moments like this, that you realised you were capable of surprising your own self with such wild thoughts. Luckily, they where soon cut short by the one man conquering them.

"Speaking of which, I have something else I've been meaning to tell you." he was hesitant. Why? Had he spoken to Tony about firing you? That would explain why he kept mentioning how much he appreciated your work. "I want to leave Corinium and bid for the franchise with a team of my own." you didn't say anything, unsure of what that meant for you and your job. "I was hoping you'd be part of it." he chose his next words carefully.

"Y-you're asking me to go against Tony and risk losing my job and any chance of even getting another one?" your blood run cold just thinking about such thing.

"I'm asking you, to help me go against Tony and possibly make televison history. I've got Rupert Campbell-Black on this, we stand a great chance if we work smart." he kept his voice low, forearms on the table as he leaned in closer giving you a stern look. He was definitely serious about this.

"A 'possibly' and 'a great chance' are not enough for me to put my future at stake. If Tony finds out I helped you out with this and then your little venture fails, I'm done. He will make sure I never find a job again, ever." you stressed that last word. Getting fired suddenly sounded a lot less terrifying than Declan's proposal. 

"Why do you always have to bend to his will? Can't you see this is your chance to finally leave that bastard?" he raised his voice and huffed in annoyance, unable to undertsand your obsession with being so loyal to Tony.

"Because, that bastard is the one giving me this job which is mainly to deter you from making stupid decisions and keep things running smoothly." you fired back.

"Sounds more like your job is to do anything he asks you to, to keep him pleased. I wouldn't be surprised if he had you bent over his desk every other night." as soon as the words left his mouth, he regretted them. The pain in your eyes violently brought him back to his senses. He should have never said that, but the thought of that brute having his way with you just for fun was torturing his mind. He wanted to take you as far away from him as possible, he loved you too much to let you stay working for Tony. He needed you for himself.

"Do you really think so low of me?" your voice was barely above a whisper, your brows knitted together in dissapointment. The sun was now long gone behind the peaks, there was no color reflected on the water anymore and the air suddenly felt sharp and cold, perfectly matching Declan's words.

Ηe struggled to form his next sentence. The man who had each and every one of his show guests at his fingertips, who knew how to speak his way through any situation, sat defeated before his most trusted colleague.

"No, look, I'm sor-"

"You know, if this has anything to do with Maud leaving and you feeling the need to take it out on somebody else, I can try to understand but by no means accept it." with firm hands on the table, you pushed your chair back and stood up, ignoring Declan's useless efforts to apologize.

"I'll see you tomorrow for the ceremony. I'll be ready by 5. Good night." with a final glance at him you made your exit. All this time you'd been working together and it seemed like this was the very first moment he'd witnessed genuine hurt and anger taking over you. He sat there, unable to move an inch but instictively reaching for a cigarette, taking it between his lips and lighting it with slightly shaking hands. Why couldn't he separate his TV persona from his real self and refrain from dissecting people just to feel something? Why couldn't he stop hurting the people he loved and cared for?

-

Your reflection in the vanity mirror opposite the room's bed had begun turning into something unfamiliar after you'd zoned out for the umpteenth time while getting ready.

The walk you'd taken earlier by lake Como, had helped you clear your mind a great lot. You had found yourself unable to get enough of the breathtaking view that stood before you. A vast body of water so calm and still the entire sky was mirrored on it and on its edges, like antexifes, beautiful houses in vibrant colors, all engulfed by the rich green, imposing mountains in the backround. This place felt as if it didn't belong to earth, as if it was a piece of heaven that had fallen from the sky, or was magically accessed through some sort of portal that went unnoticed. 

Your mind kept travelling back to those images, your heart still a bit sore from Declan's false assumptions about you, as you fixed the final details of your hairstyle - an elegant updo containing far more bobby pins and hairspray, that you'd usually go for. You'd hoped this fairytale-like town would have been the catalyst for a much more pleasant series of events, but maybe this was all for the best. A sign that you should deny and bury your feelings for good. How naive of you to expect anything else.

A knock on the door, though gentle, startled you interrupting your train of thought. Withought questioning who it was, realising you must have lost track of time, you were quick to get up and open it. And the sight it revealed was a true eye candy. You could have sworn you were ready to forgive Declan right on that spot just because of that tuxedo he'd chosen and the way his raven black curls were so perfectly slicked back.

"You look ravishing." for a split second you thought he was reading your mind, but the compliment was for you instead. The black velvet v-neck dress that hugged your body in all the right ways certainly did not go unnoticed by the handsome irishman that stood before you. He'd never seen you all dolled up before and that certainly had him feeling something stirring up inside him. Your eyes, carefully outlined with black, looked more enticing than ever and your lips, painted scarlet red suddenly felt too inviting. Was this his punishment for acting like such a jerk the previous night?

"You don't look half bad yourself." you returned with a mischievous look and moved past him to continue down the hallway, but stopped just a few steps in after noticing Declan wasn't following you. 

"Are you coming or not?" you turned around to see him in the exact same spot you'd left him. You'd forgotten that the best part of your dress was its open back rather than the v-neck cut in the front and Declan was definitely pleased with this discovery. Your voice pushed away all the unholy thoughts running through his mind and without missing another second he was striding to your side. 

"I know you still might not want to hear it, but I have the right to apologize formally for what I said yesterday." he began once he caught up with you. "I didn't mean it and I don't see you like that." he added, looking straight ahead as you both walked to the elevator.

"The words weren't the ones doing the damage. After all, I've been working for Tony for a couple of years now, I can handle insults. It was the fact that you, of all people, said them. And I know better than to think they were chosen without thought, so what was the matter?"  stopping in front of the elevator doors, your steady gaze fell on his features that always seemed to be burdened by troubles he rarely revealed to anyone.

"It's just that I think you deserve better, so much better." he admitted with a heavy sigh. 

"Allow me to decide that myself, next time." you replied with a tight-lipped smile just as the familiar sound signaling the elevator had arrived, was heard.

"If you ever change your mind, there will always be a place for you in Venturer. I want you to know that." he let you enter first and followed close behind, taking the space right next to you.

"I appreciate that. Is that how you'll call it, Venturer?" you shot him a curious look. 

"Yes, you don't think it's suitable?" he frowned at your question.

"No, I just think it sounds...dreamy!" the doors opened once again after you last word and you both stepped out to get to the car that was waiting outside the lobby. You may not have caught a glimpse of it, but Declan did shoot you a puzzled look upon hearing your answer. It wasn't really what he was expecting to hear, a simple 'no' or a 'yes but' would have made a lot more sense, but then again he wouldn't have fallen for you if everything you said came straight out that little box in his brain containing everything that made sense to him.

-

"And the award for best TV interview show host, goes to..." this was your queue, the big moment had finally arrived and you turned to look at Declan sitting next to you, only to find him doing the same. His demeanor had changed, though. With a half smoked cigarette between his smirking lips and a glint of confidence in his eyes, there was no doubt that you were now looking at the 'vicious Irish Wolfhound of Corinium'...

"Declan O'Hara!" the room erupted in applause after the presenter's announcement and you hugged each other in the most effortless and natural way possible. A feeling so new, yet somehow neither strange nor unfamiliar.

You walked up to the podium, with Declan leading the way and found your spot just a few steps behind him. You couldn't hide your smile as you watched him recieve the award and despite the fact that you'd be standing behind him for his little speech, you could almost see that sparkle in his eyes, the pride that made his shoulders feel lighter than ever. 

"It's a true honor to be receiving this award. I'd like to thank the audience that showed their support time and time again both live at the studio, but most importantly from their homes through the TV. Of course I would also like to thank Corinium, none of this would have been possible without its hard working people. Their contribution has been invaluable." with that last sentence he briefly turned to look at you, to make sure you knew exactly who he was talking about. Like all these times during his show when he searched for your eyes. He always found you in a corner somewhere by the audience. You were his anchor during any fleeting moments of uncertainty, even if you weren't quite aware of it.

Turning back to the audience once again he raised the award with a proud smile, proceeding to leave the stage with confident strides and you following close behind.

The rest of the night went smoothly. You watched and applauded all the other winners. Declan introduced you to all sorts of old colleagues of his that came by to congradulate him and if you weren't so caught up with the idea of him seeing you as nothing but his assistant, you'd swear you'd spotted jealousy in his eyes when any of then attempted to flirt with you.

Once you were back at the hotel, stood right outside, you told him you fancied taking a quick walk around the lake.

"I won't take long, just want to get a good look at it by night. And then we can get a drink maybe?"

"Oh so now it's not controversial to be seen having a drink with my assistant?" he teased, taking a step closer.

"Her boss just got an award, I think they both deserve a celebratory drink." you replied in the same tone, motioning to the trophy he was holding.

"I will have to agree with you." he gave you a smug smile. 

-

After about 15 minutes you were back. The scenery had indeed looked serene with the light from all the houses resembling fireflies on the surface of the water, but the air had gotten a bit too chilly for the outfit you'd chosen. 

Walking through the lobby you caught a glimpse of an all too familiar figure with the corner of your eye, sitting at the bar further away to your right. You were expecting to find him in his room, but it seems like he was to impatient to wait for you.

"Celebrating without me?" you asked in a playfull teasing tone once you approached Declan, his back facing you. He was slow and reluctant to turn around and when he did your smile faded.

"What's wrong?" your worry peacked once you saw his glassy eyes "Declan, what happened?" he was still taking his time to compose himself before he decided to speak.

"Maud called. She must have found the hotel from Taggie. She's been settled in London and she's filing a divorce." his voice lacked emotion. Either he was still in denial, or had fully accepted what was happening and given that this was Declan, it all pointed to the latter. Silence fell, only the distant chatter of some group of friends further away could be heard. You were unsure of how you were supposed to reply to something like this, but Declan continued on his own after nervously running a hand through his hair. "I knew it was foolish to believe she'd come back." he scoffed bitterly, then took a large sip from the whiskey sitting on the bar counter. A sheer contrast. Just a few hours ago he was the happiest you'd ever seen him, proudly recieving the recognition he deserved for his work and now... You were witnessing his most vulnerable moment. If you were being honest, you never thought Declan was capable of letting his guard down, or even be affected so deeply by something. That didn't mean it wasn't painful to actually see it. To see how much he truly loved his family that was falling apart.

"You can go, I'll just finish this and be up too. I won't do anything stupid, this time." he couldn't bare to look at you, you weren't supposed to be the one having to deal with him while he was like this. He wasn't even expecting you to say something, but eventually you did.

"You know, I'm not the best at giving advice, but I have this one saying I keep going back to when things get a bit rough. 'It's probably for the best'. I mean, sometimes shit just happens and you don't get anything good from it, but other times..." uncertain if you were doing any good, you placed your hand on top of his on the counter. "If it's of any use, I know how much you loved Maud. I saw it all in the way you looked at her during that New Year's Eve party." you took a seat next to him, your words forcing his eyes to bore into yours. He wondered how you had noticed such detail and held on to it all these months later. 

"Love was never enough for her, or at least my kind of love. All she ever wanted was attention, money." you remained quiet, watching him as he let his gaze wander somewhere along the multicolored glass bottles on the bar shelves. "I gave her a second chance after she literally slept with another man, because I believed we could work it out and now she goes and does this just because I was trying to provide for her and the kids." he shook his head irritated. He'd never spoken to you so openly about his marriage and you were starting to feel a bit uncomfortable.

You weren't quite the fan of his wife, more like you hated every piece of her vain character. She had your blood boiling with her behaviour at that party. With how she craved and thrived from everyone's eyes being on her. With how she refused to be on the same wavelength as Declan and the way she so shamelessly cheated on him. This situation was only making you more furious, more depserate to let Declan know your deepest feelings about him. Still, you tried to refrain from using his divorce for such purpose.

"You can't really change a person, but you can change the way you react to them." he let out a heavy sigh, probably still too lost in his own thoughts to actually process what you were saying. "I can only begin to imagine how all this must feel. I'm really not the person to help with it in any way, unfortunately, because I never understood what you and Maud had. Jesus, I never understood Maud's mindset, because if I had a husband like you I'd never..." you trailed off. This was so wrong, you where taking it too far. You were inappropriately taking advantage of the situation. This was not the right moment. Hell, was there ever a right moment?!

Declan's fierce eyes were immediately back on yours. All sobered up from his aches in an instant. "You'd never what?" the words rolled off his tongue inquiringly. It reminded you of times during his interviews when he'd had his guests right where he wanted them, ready to reveal some big secret of theirs.

"I'd never even think about looking at another man." you admitted with a pounding heart. At that point there was nothing to loose and before you could register what was happening Declan's lips where crashing hard onto yours, letting you taste a dizzying mix of tobacco and alcohol as his sturdy hands cupping your face.

Placing your palms on his chest you wanted nothing but to loose yourself in the moment you'd been fantasising about for so long, but once again you had to put your morals above this and were quick to push him back. Slightly out of breath and anxiously, he waited for your explanation.

"If this is just some kind of reaction, a way for you to feel like you're getting back at her, we should stop now." you drew your hands back abrubtly, fighting the burning urge to simply kiss him as hard as he did.

"This isn't about Maud. This is about you and me. Are we on the same page?" it was your turn to choose to reply with a feverish kiss, much to Declan's relief. Just before he was ready to deepen it, however, you stopped him again, leaving him confused. "Not here. At my room in 5'." you had already risked being seen, you shouldn't push it.

"You never break character, do you darling?" he smirked to which you playfully rolled your eyes before making your way to the elevator.

No sooner had you entered your room than you heard a quiet but determined knock. You were quick to open, locking eyes with Declan and not once breaking contact as you let him walk in and pin you against the door when you closed it. The collision of your lips was harder than before, if that was even possible. Tongues already eager to explore more. Your arms flying around his neck while you felt his hands on your waist and soon one of his palms travelling south behind your thigh, urging you to lift your leg up and let him press against you. The change in position had you letting out a small whimper simultaneously with Declan's grunt. 

His mouth greedily trailed down to your neck and you pulled him closer with the leg you had around his hip. He could feel your heated pulse under his lips. Or was it just his own vibrating through his entire body? Unable to say, he let himself get drunk in the feeling of your soft skin for a little longer before he retreated, freeing your body from his touch but not his presence.

The only sound that could be heard was that of your laboured breaths as you stared into each other's eyes with a spectrum of emotions: hunger, lust, anticipation, uncertainty.

"You can't imagine how long I've wanted to have you like this." he was the first to break the silence, with a low growl.

"Is that why you basically called me a whore the other night? Was that oddly specific image part of some fantasy of yours?" you were starting to put two and two together. Your hands, still on his shoulders got to work, sliding off his black suit jacket. 

"Would it be so bad if I said yes?" his voice was just a whisper, his hand travelling up your torso to one of your mounds, while the other found purchase on your waist. The idea of you bending over for Tony did infuriate him, but partially because more often that he'd like to admit he fantasised about putting you in such position.

"Abdolutely not." you sighed feeling his palm squeeze you in such perfect way, further igniting the heat in your core. The fact that Declan actually saw you in such way was making you feel light headed.

What followed was a hot mess of kisses, touches, pulling and groping, until you'd discarded each other's clothes down to your underwear, leaving everything in a heap on the floor. Declan sat on the side of the bed and took your hand to guide you to straddle him as he settled further up. Shooting you a dirty look he decided to take control.

"The other way around, darling." a bit confused, but too hot and bothered to further question his command you did as he said and let out a chuckle once you were on his lap and caught sight of the two of you within the frame of the vanity mirror on the opposite wall.

"Hope there's no objection to me watching you come undone like this." his voice was sinfully low next to your ear as he hooked two fingers on your black lacey underwear and started pulling it off.

"Who am I to say no to you?" the use of the same phrase you'd said during dinner the other night, drove him crazy, gave him a sense of power over you that was intoxicating and you felt him harden through his boxers against your back as he growled "Good girl" with that delicious accent of his.

Once your last article of clothing had succesfully been discarded, his strong hands were on your thighs, spreading your legs further to reveal your folds. Caressing his way back up he made you lightly jolt once he found your clit, lazily circling it, watching your reaction through the mirror with lust clouded eyes.

"Dirty little thing, you've wanted this too." he murmured before leaving open mouthed kisses on your shoulder. You confirmed his statement by tilting your head to give him better access to the spot. His free hand once again found its place on one of your breasts as the one working on your clit moved south, two fingers gathering your arousal before slowly entering you. 

A moan was bound to leave your lips and Declan was instantly addicted. He continued his ministrations across your whole body, eager to hear more. His mouth on your neck and shoulder, his palm on your breast and his fingers slipping in and out of you. The sight was lewd, filthy but without a doubt far better than anything that had crossed either one's mind.

"Let me see your eyes, sweetheart." his touch not once loosing its pace as he waited for you to meet his gaze on the mirror's reflection adding a thumb back on your sensitive budle of nerves, once you did. 

"Declan..." you moaned. It was all getting too much, you felt your release approaching, eyes fluttering closed as you let one of your hands, that had been gripping the sheets, reach behind and pull Declan's hair, earning yourself a grunt.

"Let go for me, darling." his velvety voice  was all you needed to reach your climax, moaning a mix of his name and profanities, your body writhing in his steady embrace.

Once you had regained control of your body, you were quick to switch your position to face Declan and get rid of the last piece of frabric separating you, just in time to see him bring the two fingers he used on you to his mouth. 

"Delightful" sheer satisfaction was painted across his features as he moaned then let you get a taste of yourslelf with a sloppy kiss. It wasn't long before your hands were on his erection, eliciting a string of heavenly sounds from him.

"I'm starting to think you were getting pissed at me all the time on purpose." he was at your mercy the way you pumped him but still tried to get the upper hand. "Were you imagining me loosing my composure and fucking you senseless against the nearest wall?" and it was working you were getting undenianbly wet again.

"Other scenarios were further up my list if I had to be honest." you slowed down your movements but squeezed harder. Two could play this game.

"Such?" he was stifling a groan.

"Us here, in this hotel away from anyone who knows who we are." with each word you positioned him at your entrance, too impatient to finally have him fill you. You moaned in unison once you relaxed and let him get buried in your walls. Relishing the moment he kissed your lips and every part of your skin he had access to and you welcomed his insatiable hunger by finding purchase on his chest.

"Ready when you are, love." he broke character momentarily to let you adjust to the stretch, but honestly, nothing sounded sexier than checking in on each other. You started moving, lifting and circling your hips as he matched you with slow shallow thrusts, while lowering you back on the sheets.

The change in angle had you whining. Declan's movements began getting harder and deeper. Words where made redundant, both too far lost in each other's touch, in each other's bodies to make a coherent sound. 

His fingers returned to your clit causing your back to arch and allowing him to reach a new spot that had you seeing stars. He was close, desperately chasing his own release but determined to bring you to your second orgasm. 

"Give me one more, sweatheart, I know you can." he groaned once he felt your hands on his broad shoulders pulling him closer, letting his lips find that sweet spot on your neck. 

With an obscene moan of his name you were coming hard once again, your mind going blank with that euphoric feeling and Declan whispering sweet nothings in your ear that soon turned into profanities as he reached his own climax. 

Was this wrong, you couldn't tell, but you were sure that if it was you never wanted to be right.

"You do realise we have some talking to do." he pulled out and plopped down next to you trying to catch his breath.

"Can we do that when we get back? Preferably with me bent over your desk?" you replied with sass, chest heaving and mind still a mess.

"Christ, you'll be the death of me."

~

[s0phslibrary]

'after school solace'; bakugou x reader drabble ! :*:·ﾟ☆ 。·:*:·ﾟ★

content tidbits: platonic bond but possssiibbleee romance leaning, class 2-A era, following the plot but not the full on war, swearing, gender neutral reader, physical affection, maybe ooc bkg?, somewhat healed platonic bkdk bond, childhood friends bkdk + reader, stressed katsuki, slight workaholic reader, mild angst because bkg is a little insecure at one point , studying, ranting, cuddling, overall slice of life things :)

word count: 983

A/N: I am so making a part 2 for the next day. I also rly wanna write some izuku fics, with his POV of the friendship with 'reader'. Maybe a trio fic/drabble? I have so many ideas HAHA, but I shall work 🫡 also this song bc it reminds me of this dynamic

The soft patter of afternoon rain tapped against the window and balcony door, the warm flicker of fairy lights and orange glow of a nearby salt lamp eased your mind into a milder state, allowing the adrenaline and noise of the school day melting off of your muscles. You sat on your bed, typing away and scribbling notes to catch up from your Heroics class earlier in the day. Your phone pings beside you, breaking your focus away from the tedious details. On the screen, a series of messages.

katsuki, 1 minute ago:

can i come to your room

long day and you're the only one i can tolerate rn

dunceface and kirishima won't shut the fuck up

izuku and four eyes are studying and the nerd looks like he's ab to cry

everyone is just doing too much

so yeah can i?

You snort at the words, and text back;

yeah, ofc :) im just doing some hw, but you're welcome to chill here

mini fridge is stocked up too btw

You sent the texts, and got a quick response

Thank fuck

be there in a few mins

You smiled, and out your phone down, and went back to typing and writing in the time you had that would remain quiet.

Soon after, as promised, there were three, distinct knocks on your door.

"Unlocked." You call out, not looking up from the screen.

In walks Katsuki, hair poofed from the humid rain, clothes daggy and comfortable, and usual scowl replaced with a tired, slightly irritated, yet soft expression. Without saying a word, he goes to your mini fridge, grabs a can of cola, then walks to your bed, and plonks down next to you.

"The fuck are you doing? We finished that in class." He asks, his usual way of words lacking any bite.

"Yeah, but I didn't get to finish it. Love All Might, but he speaks so damn fast." You respond. He snorts, and simply watches you work. You both sit in silence again, before he yet again opens his mouth.

"Today was ass. Aizawa was on me about 'you need to work on your attack aim!", as if he doesn't swing around on a bit of mouldy string to fight. And don't even fucking get me started on English class. Shakespeare is so pointless, like, 'methinks', methinks I'm gonna fucking kill you."

You let out a laugh at his rambling, and look to him. "Oh, come on, he's the greatest playwright of all time. Plus, I've seen you watch the hell out of Romeo and Juliet during that one class movie night."

"The hell I did." He scoffs, but settles back against the bed. "You should finish that tomorrow. You're already doing too much."

"It's fine." "Yeah, you say as you have your 3rd burn out of the month." "Jokes on you, this will only be the second."

He rolls his eyes, and snatches your notebook and pen, throwing them on the floor, closes your laptop, and does the same, only more careful. "No. Not now. You need a fucking break." He says bluntly, and pulls you down on the bed.

"Rich coming from you. Training for 3 hours a day, outside of school, mind you, and you want ME to chill. Love you, but you're a hypocrite." You respond.

He flicks your forehead, but doesn't respond for a bit, but them mumbles something into your shoulder.

"It's becauze I feel like 'm behind."

"Hm?" "I said it's because I feel like I'm behind!" He repeats slightly louder.

"You? Behind? In what world?"

"Fuck off. I know, I'm 4th in the class, my grades are fine, that's all fine. I just feel like everyone else has made some random bout of progress, and I haven’t." He murmurs.

You sigh, looking down at his face. "You aren't. I promise. And if you were, that gives you a chance to race past the rest of us at some point, yeah? Just don't overexert yourself. You're right where you need to be." He nods reluctantly, his hold on you growing tighter. "Dunno what I'd do without your emotionally intelligent ass." You let out a short laugh, but know what he means. You're essentially each others anchor. You lean further into him, pressing your cheek against his hair, rather than verbalising anything. You knew comfortable silence would be what he needed right now.

10 minutes or so pass in silence. The rain still pours down on the window, the slight sound of electricity buzzing in the room. You look down to see Katsuki is now half asleep, expression soft, at ease, almost vulnerable. You smile softly in affection, admiring him. Even in all these years of knowing each other, you were the only person able to lull him into this position. His earlier tensed shoulders sagged against you, the crease in his brows gone. His drink sits discarded on the floor beside the bed, and your study materials sit idle by.

A noise from in the hall jostles him a bit, and he shifts slightly, sighing. "Do we have anything planned for tomorrow? It's the weekend." "Hm, I think we're both on grocery duty. Why?" You ask in a quizzical tone.

""m taking you out for brunch first. We haven't done that in a while. And it's on me, so don't fucking start. We can also go via that bookstore you like, see if there's anything new."

You grin, pleased with the idea. "Sure, if you carry the 5 I end up choosing." "Fuck you." He responds, but you feel his smile against your shoulder.

In that peacefully joyful moment, you both let yourselves be whisked away from the pressures of heroism, classmates, and studies. You could just be yourselves, and allow one another to do the same, no judgments or critiques.

And that was more than enough. As it always would be.

[comesatimecomesashadow]

frayed synapses *ೃ༄

ׂ╰┈➤ . . . you're reading part v.

pairing *ೃ༄ simon "ghost" riley / fem therapist reader

fic type *ೃ༄ angst, fluff, pining

cw *ೃ༄ simon and reader self-sabotaging themselves (we love conflict), self-deprecating thoughts, mentions of absent parents (reader), depictions of PTSD (simon), workaholism, let me know if i missed anything

summary *ೃ༄ with the burden of job-related stress weighing on your back, you decide to unwind at a local pub. yet instead of relaxation, you find out that your neighbor is none other than Simon RIley, a member of the military. after making the decision to clumsily ask him to have tea with you after an embarrassing first impression, you find that underneath Simon Riley's hardened, stone-cold façade, is a man who desperately seeks an end to the turmoil that plagues him.

note *ೃ༄ sorry this came out so late , i was busy graduating HS & dodging ICE, anyway i hope you enjoy!

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Simon Riley is many things. 

His skills of observation surpass that of a normal person, even most soldiers in his field; He’s compassionate in his own, solemn ways and he’s practical with the actions he takes. One thing he isn’t, is stupid. Sure, he’s closed off from the world like an iron door sealed shut, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t know when someone is actively avoiding him like the plague. 

That someone being you. 

Simon’s resigned himself to gluing himself to the railing of his balcony, the one neighboring yours,  as he silently observes you pretending that he isn’t there. Prior to two weeks ago, you would have spared him a kind glance, struck up a lively conversation with him about something mundane, something simple. And now? Now he was subject to the wistful expression etched onto your visage while you stared off into the distance with that familiar toothpick in between your slightly-chapped lips, as if you wanted to take the clouds out of the sky itself and craft it into something else. 

He would have asked you about what prompted the sudden distance if the thought of confronting you about it didn’t make him feel as if his throat would close up the moment he uttered your name. Acknowledging this newfound distance between the two of you would imply that there was a sort of closeness between the two of you, that the pair of you had become more than just mere neighbors; More than just acquaintances by proximity. 

The howling wind bit at his skin, relentless in reminding him how cold he was on the Friday nights that were starved of your presence. Even in the weeks leading up to the suffocating silence, Simon could tell you were slowly withdrawing from him, as if to ease the eventual and dull pain that his absence would undoubtedly cause you. Simon knew you better than you thought he would have because of the simple fact that you mirrored his self-sabotaging behaviors. He knew all too well that you mourned the connection before it had even been cut off by your very hand; That your silent feelings for him were a burden on you, one you couldn’t afford to tend to. 

And it shouldn’t have caused him this much ache in his being to see your expressionless face in the morning when he was coming back up to his flat after a short run around the block; Shouldn’t have felt like his heart was being yanked from his chest cavity when you offered no more than a one-second glance his way. 

But it did. 

In fact, it hurt more because he knew he wouldn’t stop you from withdrawing from him completely. The fear of commitment was a beast that could eat him alive if he let it, which he did; Skin, bones and all- this monster had taken it. Simon had an inkling that you let this same beast mangle you in the same exact way. In this shell of a man, there was nothing he could offer to make you want to stay. There was nothing he would do to make you speak to him, after all, it was only casual conversation. 

It was casual when he listened attentively to you telling him old stories about your childhood. Stories which revealed the turbulent and yet endearing relationship you had with your mother, stories that included the absent father you felt so much for. You were an open book and he was willing to read everything on your pages, carefully turning them with the utmost delicacy as if they’d wrinkle under his grip. 

He was sure that you could read him too. 

You knew that his subtle touches ー the way his fingers seemed to linger on yours whenever he handed a cup of coffee to you, the way he gazed at you as if you’d hung the moon and the stars in the sky, the way he often tenderly pulled you by your waist to the opposite side of the sidewalk when he noticed you were on the street side — meant something. You wouldn’t have withdrawn from him out of your fear if you hadn’t known that his warm skin-to-skin contact carried whispers of something more than platonic love. 

It ached to be so close to you and yet still so far. 

The calming sounds of soulful jazz that leaked through the thin walls of the apartment were enough for him. They had to be. So, as Simon lay in his uncomfortable and empty mattress, he listened intently to the sounds of you existing. Your small laughs while you watched a show he didn’t yet hear about or your not-so-quiet humming that put his anxieties to rest — they were enough. 

Friday nights for you had returned to their old routine. 

Records playing in your living room while you made yourself some dinner and relaxed after the stressful week you’d had. Things at work were normal; there were no more injuries inflicted on you by clients since the facility you worked for decided to take extra measures to ensure the incident wouldn’t happen again. You had been relentlessly drowning in work, having to catch up on patient files and notes from sessions, but you loved it. 

Sure, you didn’t have much time to catch up on your social life outside of work, but that was for the best. Your social life consisted of trips to the pub with some of your college mates or seeing Simon on those late-night walks and you’d rather not entangle yourself further with him. He wasn’t a bad man by any means, in fact he was respectful of you and kept his distance — only getting close to you after you’d opened up — but he wasn’t the reason you withdrew. 

You left subtly because of you. 

The moment you felt yourself looking forward to those walks, felt your heart leaping at the rare sight of him without the black surgical mask, noticed that you were thinking about him more than usual; That was when you decided to put a stop to it. You couldn’t- no, wouldn’t allow yourself to love him. You got up to wash your plate, the music oozing from the grooves filling the silence in your flat. The wind was stale and the moon hid behind pale clouds in the night sky, it was awfully quiet despite the sounds reverberating softly off of the thin walls — as if the night wanted you to examine the reason for which you denied yourself a potential relationship. 

As the cold water doused your already-freezing hands, you let out a sigh. Butterflies flew rampantly through your stomach as the thought of potentially being with Simon entered your mind. The feeling sank quickly when you were reminded why exactly you’d chosen to stay away. You weren’t at all capable of receiving nor giving love. You’d never been in a serious relationship because of your workaholic tendencies; Preferring work or school over complex relationships with other people was your default mindset. 

It didn’t help that you didn’t exactly grow up with an exemplary father. Being a psychologist, you knew the exact qualities that made a healthy relationship but you were at a total loss when it came to your own personal relationships; Choosing to avoid them instead of taking a risk and going out of your comfort zone. The glass plate clattered against the sink as you placed it in the rack. You were about to go and change the record, noticing that it was about to stop, but muffled screams from the other side of the wall shook your very being. 

You knew that voice. 

It was Simon. 

In a heartbeat, you rushed out of your door, hastily unlocking it before knocking on Simon’s door. You made sure to keep the knocks at a calm pace, not wanting to alarm him or make him panic. After about ten minutes of you knocking relentlessly and listening to his screaming, Simon emerged from his door, his eyes sunken and tired than when you last saw them clearly. You often heard his mumblings —  sometimes it was pleading you would hear — through the unbearably weak walls that surrounded your flat. You guessed that he most likely suffered from Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, a fairly common mental illness in soldiers. 

He opened his mouth to say something but you beat him to it. “Are you okay? Is everything fine?” you were concerned for him. Simon’s eyes widened a little at the notion, frankly he thought it was a neighbor complaining about the noise again. His nightmares weren’t exactly forgiving. 

“I.. er, yeah. Everything's fine.” he scratched the back of his neck anxiously. The sweat on his brow glistened underneath the dim orange-yellow light of the hallway. 

“Nightmare?” you asked him calmly. You weren’t about to take his word for it, he’d made you too worried to act like it was nothing now. Simon only nodded and avoided your gaze, his eyes were glassy but his jaw was tense. “.. Do you want to spend the night at mine instead?” you offered without hesitation. The only thing you could think about was the way he seemed so shaken — so used to dealing with it alone — and how much you wanted to help him in any way that you could. “Just so, you know, you don’t have to be alone. It’s fine if you don’t want to, I'm just, um- you know.. Offering..” 

He would’ve chuckled deeply at the way you scrambled to justify your words if he wasn’t so shaken up at the moment. He’d dreamt about Tommy- About his family and the last time he saw them. Images flashed behind his eyelids every time he closed them. He thought he was getting better but it seemed that he still had a long way to go. It crushed him, but you were right. 

He didn’t want to spend it in his cold and empty flat by himself. 

He didn’t want to be alone anymore. 

As much as he had made his solitude a staple in his life — an unshakable pillar — he couldn’t bear to go it alone anymore. Just as you tore your walls down for him once upon a time, it was now his turn to reciprocate and despite the short time the two of you spent apart, he received your concern with open arms. Didn’t push you away like he normally would have anyone else. 

Instead, Simon allowed you to look at him with that warm, worried gaze of yours and lead him into your flat. He let you hold his hand (which emitted vastly more warmth than yours) as you opened your door for him for the first time since the two of you had become acquainted. 

For the first time, he let you let him in. 

It was new land to him but he was willing to let you guide him through the valleys of your life and perhaps.. maybe even through the vibrant meadow of your love. 

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© 2025 comesatimecomesashadow

[thee-horny-thicky]

Which of yours fics are your fav? Because I can say with absolute certainty that FES is mine. Savior was okay. And confessions has a lot of potential. I need to read the one with Geto / reader visit Japan and link up with Gojo.

This is so hard to answer, because each fic I write holds a piece of my heart. However, after careful deliberation, I sorted through my 43 fics and selected those I'm fondest of, in no particular order. For anyone interested, I included the links, and their bio :)

The Exchange Student Series (Suguru/Reader. Incomplete)

Take the role of a foreign exchange student who had the misfortune of catching Geto Suguru's attention.

Honey, I'm Home! (Satoru/Reader. Will be expanded)

After being trapped in the prison realm for so long, Gojo is in dire need of release. What better way to do that than paying a visit to his favorite girl?

The Sacrifice (Sukuna/Reader. Will be Expanded)

After stealing, the village priests select you to be sacrificed to an elusive forest beast to avoid his wrath.

Surprise! (SatoSugu/Reader. Complete, but I may do another chapter)

Your boyfriend of a year decided a trip to Tokyo would be the perfect anniversary present. He missed his hometown, and you always wanted to visit. However, he failed to mention that the two of you would be staying with his stunning best friend. He also failed to mention that the two of them liked to share.

Hide & Go Get It (SatoSugu/Reader. Complete)

Satoru and Suguru show you how to play hide and go get it, taking your virginity in the process

Orange Juice and Milk (Francis Mosses/Reader. Incomplete)

You're a lonely housewife, neglected by your workaholic husband, and you're 90% sure he's cheating. As your frustration builds and you grow disillusioned with your marriage, you come up with a way for some relief; Francis Mosses, the neighborhood milkman.

Oh no, he's hot! (Nanami/Reader. Complete)

After Haruta Shigemo was killed, you should've been terrified of the blond giant who set his sights on you. But instead, all you could focus on was how hot he was.

Pretty Young Thing (Gojo/Nanami/Ijichi/Reader. Complete)

Gojo forces Nanami to go to a hostess club with him and quickly becomes captivated by a particularly pretty young thing. Unfortunately, Gojo also has his sights on her. Who will she choose? You decide!

Castaway (Gyutaro/Reader. Complete)

When you become stranded in the middle of the ocean, a merman by the name of Gyutaro takes a liking to you.

Shower Time Comfort (Shoko/Reader. Complete)

After Gojo is cut down, you and Shoko seek comfort within each other.

Mr. Steal Yo' Girl (Dark!Gojo/Reader. Complete)

After beating Sukuna into submission, Gojo decided to rub salt into the wound by claiming the ‘King of Curses’ woman.

Tattoos and Tenderness (Sukuna/Reader. Complete)

While taking you to Pound Town, Sukuna evaluates his feelings for you.

Bunnies and Vices (Bunny!Izuku/Reader. Incomplete)

When you stumble across an injured green rabbit, you just thought you had a little too much to drink and took it home with you. But when the rabbit remains green, you realize you might’ve bit off more than you could chew. And when the rabbit turned into a man, you knew that you were way in over your head.

But, hey, at least he’s cute.

A Little Demonstration (Lucifer Morningstar/Reader. Will be Expanded)

When you ask Lucifer how he exactly took both of Adam's wives, he decides to give you a little demonstration

Blood and Breeding (Doppelganger!Francis Mosses/Reader. Complete, but it may be expanded)

When a Francis appears covered in 'scarlet milk,' you're unsure if you should be scared or horny. He makes that choice for you.

Update Edging (Nanami/Reader. Complete)

While his computer updates, Nanami calls you into his office for a little fun.

[callixpene]

L&DS Future Lifetime Series - PART 4: TIME TO REGROUP I

Note: Please read Parts 1-3 before reading this!Unfortunately, this fic cannot be read as a standalone, as it needs context from the previous Parts to be fully understood.

READ HERE: MASTERLIST FOR PART 1-4

ALL LIs POV - PART 4: TIME TO REGROUP I

Xavier X OC. Sylus X OC. Rafayel X OC. Caleb X OC. Zayne X OC.

Set in Future Timeline. All Love Interests have no memories of their past lives. All of the MCs(5 Sisters) all have memories of their past lives. Very persistent LIs. Avoidant MCs. Love at first sight. Soulmates.

Genre: Fluff, Some Angst

"You don't look well today Prince. Let me guess, your lady turned you down, didn't she?" Sylus mused as he smirked. He was sat comfortably on the chaise lounge across Xavier.

Xavier's blood simmered at the sarcastic jab. Onychinus' boss really had a knack at getting into his nerves. "One more word and this time I really will cut your tongue off," he seethed. "And speak for yourself. I have intel that you got outplayed by your lady. Heard she got up and left you high and dry after your 'VIP time' was done. Must be humiliating." This time, it was Xavier's turn to smirk at Sylus.

The veins on Sylus' forehead visibly pulsed in irritation.

"Now you listen here Prince-"

"Both of you, that's enough." Caleb calmly interjected.

Xavier, Sylus, Caleb and Rafayel were all currently within Xavier's posh residence in Linkon City. Xavier had invited them all to come over(well, everyone except Sylus, who showed up unannounced to Xavier's surprise and irritation) to discuss what had happened on each of their ends at the business party a few days back.

They figured that since they were all going through the same challenge, and since time was very limited - they all agreed that they would at least meet up once a week to regroup, to discuss and strategize and help one another to complete Mr. Kingsley's challenge. Every bit of information they can get from each other at this point might help them, and it was evident that if they helped one another - like how their alliances got them into the business party despite none of them originally being invited, it would substantially raise their chances in succeeding.

After all, the ones who will successfully complete this challenge would end up being family - they were courting sisters after all.

But right now, Xavier vehemently detested the idea of being 'family', or even being generally associated with Sylus. His cocky and arrogant demeanor was unbearable, and every interaction they've had so far nearly ended in a brawl.

"Prince Xavier...and Sylus, don't waste your energy on another fight. We're all here to help each other, alright? We each have twenty-two days left. We need all the help we can get." Caleb reiterated again to calm them down, the heavy dark bags under his purple eyes indicated that he hadn't had much sleep lately. Clearly, things didn't go well for him and his lady at the party either.

Xavier crossed his arms. "This is why I didn't invite this bastard. He still has no manners." He glared at Sylus, who only smirked arrogantly in response. "How did you find out about us meeting here, anyway?"

"Mephisto." Sylus replied, matter-of-factly. "You know, for royalty, your security is incredibly laughable."

Xavier rolled his eyes. "That darn mechanical bird. Of course." He sighed and pinched his nose bridge in annoyance. Just ignore Sylus, he thought. After all, he has proven to be useful to them before. "Where is Zayne, Caleb?"

"He said he needed to take care of something important this morning, and that he'll be here after he's got that sorted." Caleb replied.

From across the room, Rafayel scoffed. He was eagerly drawing something in his sketchbook. "Something more important than this challenge? Seems Dr. Workaholic doesn't care much about his lady after all...."

The three men all collectively looked at Rafayel's direction. They were all envious.

Things actually went well for him. When he came in, he almost immediately started yapping about how 'his' Nerissa gave him a chance, and that he was going to plan the grandest, greatest date the world has ever seen so there would be zero chance of rejection.

"I'll be planning a wedding by next week you guys, you'll see..." He told them all earlier, with full confidence.

Rafayel felt their heavy gazes on him, and turned to face them. He smiled smugly. "Now, don't give me those bitter looks, guys. Just because you all failed to woo your ladies doesn't give you all right to shoot your hideous scowls at me. Just tell me if I can do anything to help. I do kind of owe you guys for getting me into that party in the first place, after all."

Then, he started sketching again. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm just gonna go back to designing the dress I'm making for Nerissa for our date. She's going to love it."

Rafayel had an annoying lovesick expression on too as he got back to his sketching. Sylus internally scoffed and pondered: How did the brattiest one of them that yaps the most actually score a date with the lady of his choice?

"I'm jealous..." Caleb sighed, but he wasn't looking at Rafayel, he was looking at Xavier. "After what happened at the party...I don't think Lilian wants to see my face anymore. I knew I should've told her that it was me when I had the chance, but she really seemed to like my fake identity. Must be nice being royalty, huh, Prince?".

"Where's this coming from, all of a sudden?" Xavier raised a brow at Caleb.

"When I met her for the first time, when I picked her up from that island....she didn't seem to like me that much. It felt like she was forming an invisible wall between us, so I couldn't reach her. But when I was disguised as your relative Prince Xavier, there was no wall between us. She was herself, and she actually seemed happy and comfortable around me," Caleb continued.

Xavier looked at him curiously. "What do you think that means?"

Caleb's expression turned somber. "I'm worried, that maybe...maybe what I am isn't enough for her. I mean, she's the daughter of the wealthiest man in the country. She probably was raised thinking that she would marry a prince..." he looked at Xavier, "or a wealthy man like her dad..." he looked at Sylus and Rafayel, "when she grew up."

Caleb chuckled sardonically.

"Sorry you guys. I know this is a really pathetic way to think, but I just couldn't think of any other reason why Lilian liked me better as 'Victor Sterling' than just plain old 'Caleb', the family pilot."

Xavier was about to say something, but Sylus spoke first. "Thinking like that will get you nowhere." He said, sternly. This caused everyone in the room, even Rafayel, to face him.

Sylus continued: "So what if she wants to marry a prince, or a millionaire, or the wealthiest man on the planet? Frankly, it is up to you, and you alone, to change her perspective." Sylus smirked. "If that is what she wants now, then show her why she should want you instead. Just give it your all. Mr. Kingsley gave us this challenge to see if we are worthy of his daughters. So prove to him that you are worthy, by winning Lilian's heart."

Xavier was flabbergasted, as these encouraging words did come from Sylus of all people.

Then, he shared his thoughts as well: "Caleb, didn't Mr. Kingsley appoint you as an Aerospace Engineer last time? Frankly, that's an incredible feat. I heard that even the sons of Nexus' own board members with engineering degrees from prestigious academies couldn't meet Mr. Kingsley's excessive standards. Him giving you that position already proves that he thinks you are worthy enough of being around his daughter."

Caleb stilled, and went silent for a bit. Then, he got up from the settee to walk towards Xavier.

He tapped Xavier's shoulder and grinned at him. "Coming from a talented Prince, and this self-made tough guy right here," he turned to face Sylus, "that means a lot. Thanks you guys..." Caleb's voice was lively now, like how it was when they all met. "Alright! Enough with the brooding. Let's start planning our next move to get our ladies!"

"That's what I've been saying! Quit sulking and come up with a decent game plan already. I still need to start sewing this dress when I get home!" Rafayel called out from across the room.

Sylus scoffed, and Caleb and Xavier chuckled.

"Say, what happened on your ends by the way?" Caleb asked.

Sylus perched his chin on his palm, his brows furrowed. "Well, like His Royal Highness over here said earlier, I got outplayed." he said. "I planned to tell Nyx everything that night. My offer to her father, and about my proposal. But she didn't let me get a word in before she left. Even Mephisto couldn't find where she went afterwards." Then, surprisingly, his face shifted to an amused expression. "Seems my girl's quite crafty. I quite like chasing her down like this. Makes catching her at the end all the more rewarding."

Xavier, on the other hand, sighed dejectedly as he rubbed his temples. "I thought things were going well with Celeste that night. After all, she didn't turn me away when I-" Xavier paused and lightly coughed as if to purposefully cut off his words. Rafayel and Caleb each raised a brow.

"Ah, clearly multiple bases were skipped that night. I'm impressed, Your Highness. I didn't expect that from you amongst all of us. Don't tell me they teach that sort of thing back in Finishing School at Philos?" Sylus retorted, amusedly.

Xavier glowered at Sylus. Then, he cleared his throat and his face was flushed as he continued: "The morning after, she left me a note. Said it was a mistake. That I should avoid her from now on..." His tone turned sullen.

"Wow....you and I really are on the same boat, Prince." Caleb said, as he bashfully scratched the back of his head. "That's practically how the night and the morning after went for me too."

In a swift motion, everyone collectively turned their heads to Caleb. He raised his arms. "What?"

"Don't tell me....you slept with her, and she actually thought you were Xavier's relative the entire time?!" Rafayel practically yelled. "That is so messed up! Let me guess, she panicked when she figured out in the morning that it wasn't who she thought it was she slept with, but her pilot instead? God, Caleb what were you thinking?"

Sylus chuckled, quite loudly this time. "I didn't expect this from you either. I guess it's true what they say, it's always the ones who seem decent..."

"I just told you guys....she was more comfortable around my false persona than my actual self! I really tried to tell her multiple times that night, but then she told me she was trying to forget some other guy, then I lost it..."

"Some other guy...?" Rafayel asked.

"I swear when I find out whoever that is...I'm going to make him pay for causing Lilian pain..." Caleb said to himself, furiously.

Xavier could understand that. The mere thought of Celeste having feelings for someone else would make him anxious and envious to no end. He didn't want to think of the things he'd do if someone else vied for her affections.

In the midst of Rafayel and Caleb's clamorous exchanges, Sylus' sarcastic jabs and Xavier's silent plans of ridding a nonexistent rival, one of Xavier's attendants opened the door.

"Your Highness, your guest, Dr. Zayne has finally arrived." the attendant called out.

"Took him long enough..." Caleb said.

"Let him in." Xavier replied.

"Of course, Your Highness. I shall go get him and his companion then." the attendant replied, before leaving promptly.

"Companion? Wait, who did he bring along with him?" Rafayel asked no one in particular.

However, before anyone of them could guess, the doors opened again, revealing Zayne and the so-called 'companion'.

"Hello everyone, I'm sorry for being late."

But Dr. Zayne didn't look apologetic at all. In fact, he looked full of life, a stark contrast from the rigid, nonchalant person he was when they all first met.

There was a bright, joyful smile plastered on his face as the lady wrapped around his arm gracefully bowed to greet everyone in the room. "I had to pick up someone immensely important..."

"Good afternoon. My name is Jasmine. I'm sorry for the intrusion. I'm here, to help all of you..."

Thank you for reading💜🩵🩷🧡❤️

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[gumnut-logic]

Diary of a Fanboy Engineer

Alexander Sweetapple series on Ao3

What's this? Is this Nuttyfic? Not a nuttyfic reblog? The first in ages?

Why yes, yes, it is.

Consequently, the writing muscles are a bit rusty so don't expect much.

However this was prompted by conspiring Thunderfam on this post.

It is a bit of a 'let's see if this idea works or not', but since most of my fic comes under that category, I'm hoping it works at least a little :D

So we have the beginnings of some possible Sweetapple Diaries :D

Many thanks to the wonderful @onereyofstarlight for proof reading and pointing out the bits that really didn't work :D ::hugs you tight:: And many thanks to the Sweetapple cheering squad - without you, there would be no Sweetapple ::hugs you all to bits::

Warnings for m/m fic and a bucket of fluff.

I hope you enjoy these little scribbles :D

-o-o-o-

14 Jul

We are going to Paris.

Mr Tracy told Virgil in no uncertain terms that he needed time off. I can’t agree more. Hell, all the brothers need time off, but Virgil has been flagging lately. He denies it, of course. Workaholic to the core. I can see where he is coming from, but really, he needs to take better care of himself - they all do.

Paris was an interesting choice. I’ve never been to Europe, but I guess that comes with the billionaire territory.

I am excited, there are so many opportunities in Paris. I’m particularly looking forward to seeing some real Da Vinci. Climbing the Eiffel Tower is also on my list.

But for our next holiday, I think we’ll choose a spot more close to home. I know some quiet seaside towns where we could rent a bach and just lay back and relax.

Maybe France has a few hidden corners we could climb into.

Anyway, it’s something to look forward to. Really, anytime, anywhere, would be fantastic.

-o-o-o-

15 Jul

Today wasn’t a good one. We had multiple failures in the latest prototype.

Erica isn’t happy. She says it isn’t my fault, but honestly, I should have seen at least one of them coming. The effect of vacuum on micro air pockets in a flexible solid is so obvious it was ridiculous. How did I miss it?

Dearest had to cancel out again. Mount Etna tried to take out some tourists.

Virgil isn’t happy. Apparently, he has been warning the Italian authorities about the destabilisation of the volcano’s eastern face, but because their equipment can’t detect what International Rescue’s equipment can, they don’t want to sacrifice the tourism euros to close the tours.

Fortunately, it was only a partial collapse and IR was able to save those caught in the landslide. I have to say though, Commander Tracy was furious in the holoclip shown on the news. I wouldn’t want to be person responsible right now. Scott can get scary.

I did get to see some cool shots of Virgil in action though. That, I could never get tired of. He and Gordon manoeuvred Two and rappelled down to pull people out of the dirt and ash.

They are such heroes.

I do miss him, of course, but those poor people needed him more than I did.

Maybe we can holochat later…oh god, it’s 3am already!

-o-o-o-

16 Jul

Erica woke me up this morning. Really, I love her, she is so good to me, but bloody hell, can’t she knock?

Okay, it was nearly eleven and I had my phone on silent and I didn’t answer the door and…

At least I had my pyjama pants on, I guess.

What if Virgil had been here?

She said that was the reason she barged in, Virgil wasn’t here - no great green ‘bird and Tracy Two wasn’t logged at the airfield, and I was late for work. I might have been dead or something.

She cares and I appreciate that.

She could have held off the laughter, though.

Besides, I wasn’t late for work. Work is on flexi-time and considering I was up until 1am last night analysing yesterday’s screw ups, my sleep-in was natural and totally allowed.

Virgil left me a message with a ‘maybe tonight’. I’m hoping, but if there is one thing I’ve learnt it is that whatever happens, happens. No hoping too hard.

So here I am writing this entry a little earlier to kill some of that hoping time.

We solved two out of the three problems we had yesterday. The third is being a pain in the ass. Erica says I should speak to John as this lies in his speciality. I said, not until we’ve exhausted all our resources because John is a busy man.

We’re all busy, she said, and he offered to help. Gordon helped with the water issues. I could even ask Alan.

Really? It’s not at the point where I have to go to the top to help solve the problem. We’ll give it a few more days. It’s urgent, but not life threatening like the Tracy brothers need to attend to. They’ve got enough on their plate.

But John has such a lovely voice, she said.

I swear she does this just to rile me up.

That or she does have a thing for John. You would think she would have a thing for Mr Tracy, he was the one who saved her from the earthquake. Hell, she and Fireman Fred still have a mutual flirting thing going on.

—!

Virgil is here!

-o-o-o-

17 Jul

The sun rose early this morning. Somewhere in our haste we forgot to close the blinds and the first rays of dawn woke me.

I’m not a morning person, I’m the first to admit that. But this morning…

You’re lying on your belly and the covers have slipped down to your waist. The sun is painting your skin in shades of gold and your hair is glowing.

You are beautiful.

…

PS: I haven’t read anything, I promise. I just needed to write the image down and this book was the closest at hand. Can I paint you some time?

…

He read the above to me when I woke.

Let’s just say I was late to work again.

-o-o-o-

17 Jul (cont.)

Virgil stayed at Māhia today. He helped with the issue we were having with the prototype, though we did end up calling John.

John was happy to help - man, he thinks fast. Don’t get me wrong, I love my math and my physics, but John seems to be able to bend both to his will. It took him a total of five minutes. Five minutes! To design a solution to our problem - in between rescue calls.

It was one of those daunting moments where I could see exactly why they work so well together.

Of course, I am working with V.T. Green. Just let me name drop that right here. And the Voice Who Answers…is my life real? How the hell did I end up here?

Frickin’ bloody amazing.

-o-o-o-

[laundrybiscuits]

@eriquin recently (and not-so-recently, whoops) tagged me in a few things! So we're doing Super Combo Tag Extravaganza here.

Current media: watching Severance, listening to Ruby by Jennie, and reading a whole bunch of Han Kang.

"Glass is transparent, right? And fragile. That's the fundamental nature of glass. And that's why objects that are made of glass have to be handled with care. After all, if they end up smashed or cracked or chipped then they're good for nothing, right, you just have to chuck them away. Before, we used to have a kind of glass that couldn't be broken. A truth so hard and clear that it might as well have been made of glass. So when you think about it, it was only when we were shattered that we proved we had souls. That what we really were was humans made of glass." -Han Kang, Human Acts

Recent writing: long story short, my work is directly impacted by The Current Situation, and I've been spending about 12-14 hours every day at what was already a fairly demanding job that plays into the worst of my workaholic tendencies.

THAT SAID I did in fact recently dump a bit more into that one weird sequel WIP, so for once I do happen to have something relatively fresh in the category of Munson Family Feelings:

When he was a kid, Eddie wanted to be a were-pig one summer. Werewolf would’ve made more sense, but Eddie didn’t let that discourage him. His third-grade class had gone to visit a farm that someone's uncle owned around the end of the semester, and the massive feeders hadn't looked anything like Porky Pig. They were metal as hell, hairy and grunting, stinking like anything in the warm barn. So practically that whole summer, May through June, Eddie was a were-pig. Wayne was real good about it, too; Eddie’d only been staying in a looks-like-it’s-for-keeps way for less than a year, but Wayne put up with him tearing around oinking and growling all the same. “It ain’t the full moon, kid,” he’d say. “How come you’re still a pig?” “Were-pigs don’t turn with the moon, stupid,” Eddie told him. “Were-pigs do whatever we want.” It must’ve driven the old man crazy, maybe wondering what he’d gotten himself in for, but Wayne’d always just laugh and ruffle Eddie’s hair.

(Admittedly I have also somewhat been messing with an extension to my f/f Steddie fic, kind of trying to bring a more layered take on dominance because I often see it portrayed in a really two-dimensional way—not solely in fic/fandom, although it does show up here quite a lot. But despite my lofty aspirations, most of what I've actually written is just loosely characterized porn due to the aforementioned stress, so. Who knows if it'll ever get posted!)

Oldest fic [series] in my ST bookmarks: 1986 was the year of the Fire Tiger, by maiamaryse. I added a whole bunch in alphabetical order, so I don't think this is the first ST fic I actually read, but it's definitely one of the earlier ones.

I still really like the series! It's got a very distinctive and rather interesting voice. I've also just noticed that it's tagged "Underrated Gems," which is my tag for my fave fics that hit a sliding threshold for key metrics when I bookmarked them, as long as I bookmarked them at least a week or two after they were initially posted. It's not a great system but I'm not fixing it now.

[pastelpurplepancake]

Almost There

Zayne x PlusSized!mc

Fluff + NSFW

18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

☆I’m sorry this arrived so late. I’ve just been having really bad writer’s block, lately. Anyway, this will be the third in my “fiancé Zayne” series. I was wondering how long I should skip and if I should end it on the third fic. I’m not going to, but that’s been on my mind. As well as a way to incorporate this silly little prompt, from some moots, on Discord. I thought of how to do it, so be prepared☆

Link to the previous fic: https://www.tumblr.com/pastelpurplepancake/774570629353603073/dreamy-fangirl-paradise

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This is the third salon you have been to and hopefully you could find something… ANYTHING… that could fit you and didn’t look like a frumpy potato sack.

You walk out of the dressing room in a beautiful gown and go in front of your wedding party, which consists of Tara and a few of your other friends. The silence stuns you, as you inspect the dress,”It fits perfectly. What do you guys think?”

Tara has a hand to her mouth and tears coming out of her eyes,”This is the perfect dress. ” The other girls all agree in unison, all cooing and admiring you.

You hold in your tears and smile,”After having looked for something to fit my size, almost everywhere, I finally found my dream dress.”

Tara walks over with a box of tissues,”You look like a princess.”

You let the tears roll and dabble them away with a tissue,”I do… I’m really marrying Zayne…”

After getting out of the dress and setting it up to get tailored and the payment plan, you and Tara head out, to get boba. You look at your friend, as you sip your drink,”This all seems so unreal.”

Tara nods,”Yeah, and to a man that treats you so well! From what you’ve told me, he almost seems too good to be true.”

“I may have exaggerated a teensy bit…” You rub your neck,”He’s a bit sarcastic and a workaholic. He doesn’t like dentists, but won’t slow down on the sweets.” You let out a chuckle,”Though… him taking extra time makes him tired, which then makes cuddling time the best. I just wish he didn’t overwork so often…Maybe I could surprise him with an indoor date.”

“Quiet and intimate. That sounds so romantic~” Tara and your other friends gush.

Your phone rings and you excuse yourself, walking away from the table you all are sitting at. Once a few steps away, you answer in a sweet voice,”Hello?”

A low chuckle came from the other end of the call,”Hello, my beautiful bride.”

A blush creeps onto your cheeks and you take a sip of your boba tea,”How’s work?”

Zayne rubs his neck,”It’s a handful, as usual. I’m taking a small rest, right now.”

You smile gently,”You’re supposed to rest, but you call me?”

“Your voice is all I need, to get rejuvenated.” He speaks low, almost at a whisper,”So, did the appointment go well, this time?”

“It did, actually. I found the perfect dress.” You chuckle,”I can’t describe it to you, however…”

“I wouldn’t ask you to.” He popped a mint into his mouth,”I want to be surprised.”

You smile, holding back the urge to spill the beans about your surprise date,”Oh, you will be. Don’t you worry about that.”

After a bit of comfortable silence, Zayne speaks up,”Well, don’t let me keep you away. I’m sure your friends are waiting.”

“Okay.” You hold your phone, hating that the conversation is being cut short.

He plants a kiss on the phone,”I’ll see you at home, my love.”

You feel your heart flutter(metaphorically), as he hangs up and you switch off your phone. You head back to your friends and catch the tail end of a conversation.

“He must be hideous. I mean, who else but ugly guys would go after such a fatty?”

“Maybe he’s poor and wants to mooch offa her.”

“What if he’s both?”

The girls giggle and Tara scowls at them,”I can’t believe you girls. What kind of friends are you, to talk behind her back?”

“Not really good ones…” You walk up to them, a hand on your hip. You toss your empty cup in the recycling and grab Tara,”Come on. Let’s go.” You drag her away and look back at the other girls,”You’re out of my bridal party. Scum like you are why I’m going to have security.”

You sigh and stop, once far away enough. Tara looks at you,”Let’s take a walk. We shouldn’t let this sour your day.”

You nod and go off to go shopping with Tara, distracting yourself from this whole debacle.

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“Bye! See you at work!” You wave to Tara, as she heads off and you walk into the house, holding some groceries. Heading into the kitchen, you begin preparing. Yummy braised pork sandwiches, with the fluffiest bread you’ve ever seen. Vegetable stir fry and fresh green salad. Freshly handmade fruit salad. All made with your own hands. You notice the time being that he must’ve left work a few minutes ago. You hurry to set up a “picnic” setting, with pillows strewn about and a blanket to sit on. After taking a really quick shower and changing into a sexy dress, you wait for him, sitting on the pillows.

A few minutes after sitting, you hear the door open, in the other room,”I’m home.”

“Welcome home. I’m in the living room.” You coo out, excited to see his reaction.

“It smells delicious. What did you-“ As he’s loosening his tie, Zayne walks into the room and looks at you. He smiles softly,”This…”

“You deserve to relax~” You smile back and pat the pillows, beside you.

Zayne goes over and sits down, his legs folded,”You did all this for me?”

“I did.” You cuddle up to him and kiss his chin,”You’ve been overworking yourself so hard and you need a break.”

He gazes at you softly and kisses the top of your head,”Okay, but what about you? You’ve been working nonstop and we’ve been busy with wedding things. Have you taken time to relax, yourself?”

You begin fixing up plates for both of you,”I mean…” You think about it,”… I don’t really have time. Wanderer activity has been going up and I’ve been trying to get this wedding perfect.” You continue to ramble on.

Zayne puts a finger on your lips and takes his plate,”Hush, my love. Let’s clear our minds and enjoy this wonderful dinner, you’ve made.” He takes a taste of the stir-fry,”This is delicious~”

You perk up,”That’s because I added a secret ingredient~”

“Is it love?” He chuckles.

“Hey! You weren’t supposed to guess!” You playfully pout and begin eating, yourself.

You and Zayne enjoy your time so much that you don’t realize how quickly you both have finished dinner. You’re both cuddled up on the cushions and feeding each other the fruit salad.

You bring a piece to his mouth and he eats it, sucking the juices off your fingers. You blush,”Zayne~”

He chuckles and pulls you closer to him,”So sweet.”

You cuddle close to him, practically sitting in his lap,”You know what’s sweeter?”

“You~” He brings your face close to his, his hands gentle.

You let out a soft giggle,”Well, I was gonna say-“ Your sentence is cut off, as he pulls you into a gentle, yet sensual, kiss.

Your eyes flutter closed and he lays you upon the cushions. He lays next to you, being the big spoon and wrapping his arms around you,”You’re so warm.”

You nestle into his embrace, loving how these cuddle moments were becoming more frequent,”I love you~”

“I love you, too.” Zayne kisses your neck and starts feeling your body up.

You bite your lip,”Should we wait, to digest?…”

He blows a bit of cold air onto your ear,”Whatever you want, my dear.”

You flip around, so that you’re facing him. You caress his face, while he’s watching you with so much love in his eyes,”Zayne… I love you so much.”

“I love you, too.” Zayne lays his head against your chest, listening to your heartbeat.

You blush and hold him close. You hear him sigh and feel the tension melt away from his back. The day’s stress, from working at the hospital, starts to dissipate and you smile,”Better?”

He smiles and rubs his face into your cleavage,”I always feel better, with you.”He gently grazes his hand over your hip and gives it a squeeze, giving you goosebumps.

You shiver,”Zayne…” You pull him into soft kiss, pulling on his tie. You and Zayne are connected and the kisses are hot, deep, and slow. You feel passion flowing through the both of you.

Zayne breaks the kiss and gazes at you, a mix of love and lust in his eyes,”My love… I can’t wait to marry you.”

“I can’t wait, either.” You cuddle his head and whisper in his ear,”Let’s practice consummating our marriage~”

He stands up and swoops you into his arms,”That sounds like a great idea.” He begins walking to the bedroom, while giving you neck kisses. Your sweet sighs and moans are enough to get him to a half chub. He places you on the bed and loosens his tie, unbuckling his pants, afterward,”I want you so bad…”

You pull your dress off, over your head. You’re not wearing a bra, leaving you in only your black silk panties. You smirk,”Come and get me, then.”

After having stripped, Zayne crawls over the bed,”Mine~” He pulls off your underwear and looks at you,”So wet and ready…”

“You just do that, to me~” You giggle and bite your lip, enjoying the feeling of being exposed.

Zayne lchuckles and leans down close,”My… you smell so sweet~” He blows gentle cool air onto your slick folds, making you shiver and grip the bedsheet,”Sweets are my favorite.”

You gasp, as he holds up one of your legs and squeezes your thigh. You look down and roll your hips towards him,”I want you.”

He firms up his grip,”Patience.” He then just buries his face in you, eager to please you. You close your eyes and try to wiggle a bit, but Zayne holds you still. He goes on, licking and sucking on areas that drive you wild, making you scream out in delight. He chuckles,”Your voice is music, to me~” He goes back to chow town.

Your toes curl up and you reach down, gripping his hair,”More!” You gasp and moan, as your other leg is lifted up and Zayne is going to town, licking, sucking, and nibbling on your clit. Giving up on holding your legs, he moves his hands, so he can hold you open.

Being exposed to the air felt hot, but the fact that he suddenly stopped sucking makes you whine. That is, until he starts fingering you. The beckoning motion in your tightness drives you wild,”I’m close!” Without warning, you cum hard, exploding juices onto his hand.

Without letting you calm down and get out of the mood, Zayne lifts up your legs again and positions his solid erection at your entrance,”You turn me on, so much~” He pushes in, with a satisfying squish sound.

You let out a moan and start rubbing your nipples,”Oh, Zayne~ You always feel so good~”

He smiles down at you, while holding your legs and grinding into you,”You’re so beautiful.”

You feel him filling you up and let out pleased cries, his slow and sensual rhythm driving you crazy.

Zayne picks up his pace and smirks, when he hits a certain and you squeak. He holds you in that position and hits that spot over and over. He enjoys the wild sounds that were drawn from you. He bites his lip,”You’re getting tighter…”

You take your hands down from your chest and grip the sheets,”I’m almost there, again!” Your toes curl up.

He takes of the legs he’s holding and puts it over his shoulder, allowing him to rub and pinch your clit, with his free hand. He picks up pace and is basically pounding you, at this point,”Cum for me, my darling~”

At his word, you let go, feeling yourself explode. You squirm and convulse, a massive orgasm making you scream.

Your cries are music to Zayne’s ears and he holds himself still, as your inner muscles milk him dry. His orgasm also so massive, it actually draws out a long groan, from him. He collapses, laying on top of you. He cuddles you,”Amazing…” He gently pulls out and rolls to lay beside you.

You pant and cuddle up to him,”You can say that, again~” The feeling of his cum spilling out of your body makes you happy.

He plays with your hair and kisses your forehead,”Amazing.”

Somewhere on earth, on a mountain or something, Zayne’s orgasm has caused an avalanche. A “Cumvalanche”, if you will.

[danpuff-ao3]

@hprecfest 2/3: Days 11-20

Day 11: a dark fic

The Dreams We Forget (Are Those We Most Regret)

by Serpenscript. Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 4,738. Rape/non-con. Forced infidelity. Obliviation. Mindfuck. Angst. Fairytale. Angst. 

Once a month, Harry Potter is summoned to the Ministry for personal Auror training. Afterwords, he never remembers what he learned….but he dreams of empty eyes and black hair.

It’s sad, it’s dark, it’s fucky, I love it.

Day 12: a WIP you're following

The Afterlight

by perverse_idyll (@perverse-idyll). Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 45,661 (as of chapter 6). 

After surviving the Battle of Hogwarts, a long convalescence, and a short trial, Snape walks free and promptly vanishes from Wizarding society. Six years pass before he shows his face again. A lot can change in six years, and a romantically disillusioned and inebriated Harry hits Snape up for a friends-with-benefits arrangement. After all, they share an experience most people have never had: they both know what it’s like to be dead. Their liaison works surprisingly well until Harry’s reckless behaviour as an Auror leads to unethical practices and personal calamities, and things start to fall apart.

Listen, I don’t read many WIPs (I’ve been burned many times in the past), but PI???? I can’t stay away from a PI fic. I’m so obsessed already. I was SOOO hooked from the start. It’s AMAZING. Snarry done just how I like it!

Day 13: a fic over 100k

Nights of Gethsemane

by starcrossed. Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 363,198. Dark. Angst. Torture. Rape/non-con. 

Harry is a prisoner of the Dark Lord and Snape, his prison guard. Completely cut off from the outside world, Harry struggles to hold himself intact as he is forced to rely on Snape for everything. Yet Snape may not be all that he appears….

This is one of the fics I’ve read most over the years. I cannot start this fic and pause while reading it, despite the length. If I’m going to read this fic, I’m going to INHALE it. 

The link above is AO3, since most people will prefer it, but I originally read it on LJ and recommend reading it there instead (the AO3 version has some formatting issues in places. I don’t think it’s egregious, but worth note). 

It’s also worth noting how friggin’ COOL this is. One, I love how true to Harry’s POV this fic is and what a very thoughtful consideration for his voice, as a teenager in a dire situation. It’s interesting how the story is told from such a limited POV, to then move onto the companion piece (Invictus) which tells the same story from Severus’ perspective. Then to read both side by side and see where they misunderstood one another, or made assumptions, or how they each viewed a situation differently, etc. This concept is one I love and what inspired me to do similar with my fics Contempt and Devotion! 

Livejournal Links: Nights of Gethsemane, Invictus, Release of Sisyphus

Day 14: a favorite series

Needs Must

by silvereye5 (@silvereye5). Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 115,891 (incomplete). Works: 3. 

After Ginny Potter dies suddenly, Severus Snape is among those called in to help Potter juggle his new reality. As the other helpers fade away, a desperate and penniless Severus agrees to become the regular caregiver to Potter’s three young children. But Severus finds that the Potter household is not the sunshine and roses he’d imagined.

So many good ones out there, but it has to be this one! Deliciously angsty. A kidfic (which I’m a sucker for). Best of all is how imperfect Harry is in this story. So often I read about a soft and impossibly good Harry, so it’s good to see him as a bit of a mess and a workaholic, and his own flaws being showcased just as much as Severus’. I’m obsessed with it!

So it is

by Threadbear (@ogthreadbear). Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 8,291. Works: 4. Background Harry/Ginny.

Harry Potter was getting married tomorrow. He was thrilled.

This series has so much I love. The infidelity, the angst! The breeding kink. The intensity and passion and hurt of it all. The mess of it. It aches so beautifully and I love it.

Day 15: the most recent fic you bookmarked

For I Have Found Salvation

by lumosatnight (@lumosatnight). Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 7,117. Priest Severus. Muggle AU. Written for Snarry Auctoberfest 2023. 

Severus is a priest, and Harry is the parishioner who may just make him break his vows of celibacy.

Super spicy. Super sacrilegious. I’m still obsessed. Also seeing the gift notification on this one MADE MY DAY.

Day 16: a fic that made you laugh

Spy Glass

by suitesamba (@suitesamba). Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 18,135. Spying. Voyeurism. Humor.

England wants to insure star Seeker Harry Potter and his fabulous broom. Enter Severus Snape, wizarding investigator extraordinaire, ready to calculate risk and assess value. Tailing Harry Potter turns out to be the job of his dreams, though he wishes it could be done without the disguise. A tale of a man’s obsession, another man’s obsession, and a heartwarming ending where everyone ultimately gets what they want – or what they need.

This fic is such a good time.

Old Dogs and New Tricks

by youcantseeus. Draco/Sirius. Rated: T. Words: 14,099. Humor.

Draco isn’t gay, he just appreciates a good looking man when he sees one. Honest! And Sirius Black is a good looking man.

This is my favorite Drarius fic! It’s funny. Draco’s voice is great. 10/10. What a good time this is.

Day 17: a fic that made you cry

Loose Ends

by Arrisha (@arrisha-ao3). Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 9,865. Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings. Heavy angst. Dark. Trauma. Mystery. Psychological horror.

I love you, Severus wants to say. But the timing is never right. 

DAMN YOU, ARRISHA. (But also ily.) If you’re gonna let anyone wreck your heart and soul, let her do it.

Day 18: a fairy-tale inspired fic

Red as Blood

by Likelightinglass (@likelightinglass). Harry/Severus. Rated: M. Words: 9,942. Vampires. Fairytale retellings. True Love. Snow White.

Once upon a time there was a strange and magical land. One filled with ordinary villages and ordinary people, a dark and forbidding Forest, and a castle shrouded in mist. In the castle lived an Evil King, whose court of Death Eaters did his evil bidding. And there was a curse. There was a curse, and a magic mirror, and a boy as white as snow. But first, there was a Huntsman.

I'm such a sucker for fairytale fics, and this was the first one that jumped to mind. Such a lovely story! I remember one year I read it during a hurricane when our power was out. I was worried about my Kindle battery draining, but I couldn't put it down!

Day 19: fic with the hottest smut

Warm

by perverse_idyll (@perverse-idyll). Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 11,323. 

Severus still suffers the after-effects of Nagini’s venom, especially in winter. Harry knows just how to warm him up.

This might be my favorite established relationship fic ever. Not to mention, like??? Bottom!Snape?? And rimming???? And just????? Everything???? Sorry, fic too hot, brain no work. OBSESSED.

Day 20: a fic rated G

Lilac

by emeraldlove (@givereadersahug). Harry/Severus. Rated: G. Words: 1,366. Humor. Crack. Curses. Love Confessions. 

“You’re cursed,” declared Hermione. She dropped several books onto the table, scattering the flowers lying about, and took a seat. There were petals on the table and on the floor — especially on, above, under, and surrounding Harry.

It’s funny. It’s cute. It’s got flowers. I love it!

[triptychgrip]

New chapter upload of my Yakov-centric post-canon, Yuri!!! on Ice fic

As part of my post-canon, married Viktuuri series "Gold's On the Inside, Elevated My Feet", I have been writing a Yakov-centric story (currently at 33K words), and just recently updated a new chapter, if folks are looking for something to put on their reading list.

If you're new to my fic-verse, the big things to know before diving in are that at the time this story is set, in October 2021: 1) Viktor has been retired for nearly 3.5 years; 2) he and Yuuri (married since April 2019) live in Fukuoka, Japan; and 3) Viktor coaches Yuuri and Yurio at a Fukuoka-based rink called Papio Ice Arena.

This story's premise is one where Yuuri is trying to cheer Viktor up in the midst of a fight that Viktor is having with Yakov. The cause of said fight? Yakov majorly projecting after hearing Viktor's interview response to the question "What advice you would give your younger self?"

Without giving too much away, Viktor's answer triggers a major shame response within Yakov that touches upon the latter's career workaholism, and his past marriage issues with Lilia. Despite how heavy it sounds, a major theme of the fic is support -- specifically Yuuri/their friends (Yurio, Mila, etc.) supporting Viktor through this fight -- so there is a good bit of fluff and humor (and smut!) to balance out the angst.

I have just one final chapter left to write, but so far, here is a breakdown of what to expect:

Chapter 1 features Viktor surprising Yuuri with a sexy "Little Red Riding Vitya" roleplay fantasy (that goes a bit awry), Chapter 2 features Yuuri building off of this fantasy to cheer Viktor up, whereby he writes a fairytale that he reads aloud to his husband called Little Red Skating Vitya and Yusha, the Lovestruck Okami (fyi, an 'okami' is a Japanese wolf spirit), Chapter 3 is pure smut (lol), and Chapter 4 features Yuuri eliciting the help of his friends to confront Yakov in the hopes of encouraging him to resolve things with Viktor.

The final chapter will be done in a few weeks, and will focus on Yakov/Viktor making up: a conversation that will lead them both to deepen their understanding of one another.

Below is an excerpt from the latest chapter; I hope you'll consider checking it out!

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“I think it’s best for you to hear this from Vitya, but since you won’t speak to him, to either of us, I feel compelled to let you know…” Yuuri began, trailing off when the other man’s eyes narrowed. 

He clasped his hands together so that he wouldn’t be tempted to fidget, and shored up his courage.

“His interview response to Bryant…I know you think he was trying to insinuate something negative about your career, and about your and Lilia’s relationship, but when he gave his answer, those were the furthest things from his mind,” he continued, tears beginning to leak from his eyes with the desperation he felt at getting his point across. 

“He would never want to hurt you like that, especially in such a public venue. And it’s been killing him that you could think he’d be capable of that,” Yuuri went on, fully aware of how obviously pleading his tone was.

“He was speaking about himself, first and foremost, and also about Ilia and Sonya, and he assumed – we both did – that you knew that. You know what his parents’ relationship was like…the lack of love between them, it was textbook narcissism. It’s nothing like what you and Lilia had, even when you two were at your rockiest.”

Yakov said nothing to this, but Yuuri felt heartened that he at least hadn’t been cussed out (yet). His tears continued to flow, and he reached into the breast pocket of his suit, glad that he’d thought to stow away his Potya-printed handkerchief. 

“We all know what Ilia and Sonya’s relationship was like,” Oleg chimed in, somberly. “Yasha…Vitya thinks of you and Lilia as the parents he never had, the parents he wished he’d been raised by.”

And now Oleg appeared to be getting emotional as well, a film of tears covering his irises. The ex-bodyguard had been privy to so much of the loneliness that Viktor had tried to mask with his career ambitions…the kind of loneliness that could only result from not ever having felt wanted by one’s own parents.

It was a permanent type of wound that Yuuri would never wish upon anyone, least of all the love of his life. 

[enbyboiwonder]

Anyway I think I’ll be putting Aoki twisting his ankle into a Paleo Pines AU fic. I started writing a fic last night about the first time Oda stays the night at Aoki’s house (NPCs let you do so once you become friends, which is halfway along the tomodachi meter), but yeah it’s most likely gonna end up being a series. Gotta figure out how I’m doing the characters though. I’ve got Oda as the player character and Aoki as Owynn, and I’m thinking Ibara as Mari, and I know some 2.43 characters will be dinos, but idk if all of the NPCs will be replaced by 2.43 characters or only some of them, much less who or by whom.

Instead of Bongo, Aoki’s gallimimus is a leaf color morph one named Subaru. Oda’s gallimimus is named Mitsuomi—I’m leaning toward storm for him. Mitsuomi gets along splendidly with Subaru but apparently hates Aoki’s guts. Aoki tries not to dislike him right back, but there’s some part of him that’s half convinced Mitsuomi has it in for him, much to Oda’s exasperation. (My gallimimus is a leaf morph whom I named Subaru bc of the “mimu,” even if it’s pronounced differently, so I thought it would be funny if Ochi & Subaru were Aoki’s & Oda’s gallimimuses and Ochi and Aoki still Do Not get along.)

I’m thinking it’ll probably be kind of a Thing where Oda will come back to the ranch to find something going on with Aoki. The first time, he comes back just as Aoki’s heading out after picking up a journal he needs for the bit of research he’s currently working on which he’d accidentally left at Oda’s house, and Oda’s like, “Wait, are you moving in with me,” since it sort of hits him then that he’s accumulated quite a bit of stuff at his house that’s actually Aoki’s. Aoki does move in with him soon after that, turning his own house into a study. He keeps some of his research at Oda’s house, but only the most immediate stuff, and the rest he leaves at his own. It’s part of them holding each other accountable so they eat properly and don’t overwork themselves and actually sleep.

When he arrives to officially move in, Oda has shuffled some dinos around so that Subaru can share a pen with Mitsuomi. Aoki isn’t so sure it’s a good idea. Sure, Mitsuomi and Subaru get along well, but Mitsuomi does not like him, and he would necessarily have to go in there to care for his steed. He gets vetoed. It more or less works out.

Hmm, Owynn has a stint with cooking that doesn’t turn out very well in his search for a hobby, but Aoki canonically can cook pretty well (and will sometimes cook dinner for himself and Oda), so I wonder if I should have him already able to cook, or have him take up cooking in a bid to become less of a workaholic and it actually goes pretty well…

He is getting glasses though. Owynn has them, plus I just like putting Aoki in glasses when he’s older anyway.

Anyways, the second time, Oda comes back to find Aoki standing outside of Subaru’s and Ochi’s pen covered in mud. He’d tried to give Mitsuomi his favorite treat, wanting to get him to at the very least tolerate him, but this attempt all he got for his trouble was mud everywhere and a twisted ankle. He tries to hide or downplay his injury, but Oda sees through him and threatens to bridal carry him if he doesn’t let one of his dino steeds carry him to the house on their back. He decides to cling to what dignity he has left.

[starry-briar]

Over the course of all the events Albedo has been in (and he’s been in a lot, compared to most characters), he’s gradually become more social. There’s a few reasons why this could be, including the Traveler’s influence, but one headcanon for it that only occurred to me last night is the creation of Cinnabar Spindle.

First, it’s important to remember that Albedo’s earlier lack of sociability was driven less by a general dislike of people and more by him having other priorities. For example, in “About Albedo: Socializing”, he says

Relationships are... quite troublesome. Once you establish a relation with someone, you must continue to maintain it; if you lose contact, you must reestablish the relation. This taxing cycle requires a lot of time... 

In his story quest, he also talks about living life efficiently, and how dispelling loneliness is not a required part of that, even though he also expresses that he enjoys company when possible.

In other words, he largely just dislikes the amount of time socializing requires.

And Albedo seems to be acutely aware of how he spends his time. From “Albedo’s Troubles”:

There's just never enough time, is there? Even when I remove the most troublesome matters from my schedule, I still can't find enough time for everything. 

It almost sounds like he’s running out of time, doesn’t it? Especially in conjunction with his infamous line about losing control.

But what if he found a way to buy himself more time?

Consider the description for Cinnabar Spindle:

A sword made from materials that do not belong in this world. The power within might even be able to withstand the corruption of a venom that could corrode a mighty dragon. 

So, it could be that, with Cinnabar Spindle at his side, Albedo is better able to withstand the corruption that Rhinedottir’s creations are prone to, for whatever reason. It may not completely purify him, but it does give him more leeway to do spend time on things other than researching what to do about the corruption.

[Continuation of this short thread on Twitter.]

[sofasoap]

Presents

Pairing :  John Price x f!reader. (Reader is medic , call sign : Chameleon )

Summary: 141 boys getting their early presents. Including a very surprised one for Price himself. Slight crack-ish fun :) not beta'd.

This is part of the “Mini” MacTavish universe, but the reader isn’t “ Mini”. Continuation of Little secret series. Thanks for @captainpriceslover for her inspiration for the fic Trinkets, this is kind of continuation from that fic too.

“masterlist” for prequel to this Mini MacTavish expanded verse.

“.... What’s in these boxes Captain? New gadgets for the mission?” Soap stared at the boxes his Captain sat down on the desk.

“Christmas Presents.” Price grumbled. He pushed one box each in front of Soap and Gaz, two towards Ghost.

Soap frowned. “It’s only October. Not even time for Christmas shopping yet.” he lifted the box up, trying to rattle it. “Jesus hell, it's a bit heavy.” 

“Hum. Mine is a bit lighter, and sounds like there are things rolling around..” Gaz mumbled.

“Blame my wife. She insisted you boys have the presents early as we wouldn’t be around for the festive season.”  

Price loves his wife. He tried to keep her a secret as long as possible but the big gossiper of Ghost “accidently” let it slip about her existence and cue the two nosy boys immediately went and hunted her down in the infirmary. He was actually quite surprised as smart as Gaz and Soap are, it took them this long to catch on, even seeing you and their child during Simon’s wedding. 

Gaz and soap peeked into the infirmary, currently void of any patient, and saw you sitting in the corner, sipping on a cup of coffee while shuffling through patient notes.

Hearing the creak of the door, you saw the two men trying to push each other into the room. “Hello, I see you two have found me.” Chuckling as you wave at them to come and take a seat as you push your laptop and paper works aside. “What can I do for you? Did my husband send you two out to drag me out from here?”

“We just want to see the person who beated some sense into our Captain.” Gaz elbowed Soap as he blurted out. Two of them proceeded to bombard you with all sorts of questions. How did you two meet? Who asks who out? How old is the kid? You patiently answered all their questions, trying to satisfy their curiosity. You two “officially”met during the Amsterdam mission, Price asked you out (surprisingly), little Kyle is turning ten soon, a football fanatic just like his father. 

Everything slowly became clearer to Gaz, the amused smile his Captain showed, when he introduced himself during the Piccadilly. 

The occasional sad smile when his Captain checks his private phone during their long mission away. 

The eagerness when they unexpectedly complete the mission and get to return back to the UK early.

He was eager to return to his family. To you and his young son. 

Three of them had a good chatting session afterward. They found out you have been in the SAS longer than both of them, they are really surprised they haven’t really noticed you around, even with the amount of times the men have been in and out of the infirmary or on mission.

“Remember what my call sign is? Chameleon. I am very good at blending in,unnoticed.” She explained with a little smile. 

You seem to be a very quiet but determined person. Gaz and Soap can see the resemblance in personality in both of you and Price. No wonder Price has fallen for you. He thought. Someone who is just a workaholic but devoted to each other. 

Ghost’s brow went up a bit when he opened his box, Gaz looked over, a skull shaped soap dispenser?? And two little cute animal soap dispensers in there. 

“She meant to give that to you when we moved.” Price shrugged as he lit up a cigar, a smirk on his face. “The other box is for Mini. Those two little dispensers are for Tiny and Aileen.” 

“WHY IS THIS BOX FULL OF SOAP?” Soap cried, he sniffed himself. “Do I stink? Is she trying to say I stink? Oh Gosh Emma never told me I stink…”

Gaz opened up the lid of the box, in there he found a few fancy looking hand-made soaps,

“Soap… I got a few blocks of it too, don't worry. Seems she thinks both of us stink equally.” Gaz laughed. Underneath the blocks of soap, he also found a new set of knitting needles, crochet hooks and different colour yarns, You remembered, to Gaz’s surprise, during that initial conversation he mentioned to you his side hobbies are knitting and crocheting, crafty skill he learnt from his grandmother, which he found soothing and meditative to get his mind away from the bloodshed. Pulling out the yarns, he noticed right at the bottom there is also a little booklet of patterns for …. Baby clothes? 

Gaz frowned. He’s not expecting any babies. He doesn’t even have a partner! What are you trying….OH.

Turning towards Price. “.... are you two expecting?” He asked. 

Turning his head away from watching Soap’s self-wallowing and Ghost quietly happy with his little gag  present, Price slowly turned and looked at Gaz, he could see confusion in his Captain’s eyes.

“ What made you say that?”

Gaz holds up the book.

“..... are you not telling me something Gaz?” Price’s eyes narrowed, throwing the question back at him.

“Captain, you know I definitely don’t have anyone in my life at the moment. And I DEFINITELY did not knock anyone up.”

Price went all quiet. Gaz could see him trying to process the information. 

All of sudden, he stood up, startling all three of them and marched out of the office, towards the infirmary. 

“....what is going on?” Soap looked at Gaz, and back to Ghost. 

“ I think he just got a pleasant surprise gift himself too.” 

Moments later, they could hear your scream,followed by you insisting your husband to put you back down, to everyone’s jaw dropping and stares as Price bridal carried you out of the infirmary, along the corridor, heading towards the front gate, trying to get you home to rest. 

The day the whole barrack finally realised Captain John Price and you are actually married to each other. 

Sorry @captainpriceslover, as with all my stories, it takes turn unexpectly as I write them :P

@tapioca-marzipan @floral-force (mutton chop no. 6 :) )

[pettypartypooper]

! han jisung fic recommendation ¡

other members fic recommendation lists

s = smut , f = fluff , a = angst

drabble [s] by @planet-dusk

summary: dom!jisung

cinderella [f,s] by @j-0ne25 (as a part of christmas evel series)

word count: 6.2k

summary: after your father’s death you’re made to play your evil stepmother’s servant. your life seems overall helpless, until you find three magical hazelnuts

given [s] by @tasteleeknow

word count: 4.5k

summary: you seduced them and took their souls, damning them to a tortured afterlife. you weren’t used to them begging for it

prove it [s] by @ksmins

word count: 1.1k

summary: you know exactly how to drive jisung crazy in order for him to give you what you want

scarlet letter [s] by @charmercharm3r

word count: 4k

summary: night owl workaholic boyfriend, needy horny girlfriend. what else needs to be said?

insomnia [f,s] by @hardstraykidshours

word count: 1.3k

summary: jisung's a bit of a night owl, and he wants to show a little extra affection when he finally goes to bed tonight

open 24 hours [f,s] by @setsugekka

word count: 4.5k

summary: the little store just below doesn’t have much to offer beyond stale chips and lukewarm drinks, but the guy who works there more than makes up for it

drabble [s] by @linosslut

summary: lazy make out session with han

drabble [s] by @comet-falls

drabble [s] by @chvnnie

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all night (lee know, han jisung) [s] by @j-0ne25

word count: 3.7k

summary: there’s three things minho prefers: 1) getting drunk with his best friends instead of attending a lame frat party, 2) playing truth or dare instead of admitting his true feelings by speaking them out loud, 3) allowing jisung to make you feel good instead of having you all to himself

chill [s,f] by j-0ne25

word count: 6.4k

summary: between university stress and additional shifts at your job, there’s one more factor that’s getting on your nerves the most – han jisung, your obnoxiously loud, absolutely lazy and annoyingly attractive roommate

nerd!jisung drabble [s] by @comet-falls

urge [s] by @hwajin

pussy drunk ji thoughts [s] by @lix-ables

host requested: han jisung from one night at the back door series [s] by @cb97percent

word count: 4.7k

experiment failed...? [s] by @skz-hell

word count: 6.3k

strawberries ft lee minho, han jisung [s] by @tasteleeknow

word count: 5k

summary: your boyfriend catches his best friend moaning your name

start of the movie [s] by @charmercharm3r

word count: 4.7k

summary: everything with him feels so fast, but so right

drabble [s] by @hwanghyunjinenthusiast

drabble [s] by @inkybird

drabble [s] by @inkybird

get spotlight (bang chan, seo changbin, Han jisung) [s] by @hwajin

word count: 3.8k

you tasted just like this strawberry latte [s] by @straylightdream

word count: 5.6k

summary: you’re the only girl i would leave with and willingly let changbin use my room to fuck someone all night

hotline ft bang chan, lee minho, han jisung [s] by @planet-dusk

word count: 1.5k

summary: “not so fast.” chan speaks up again. “there’s one rule: they can play with you, but only if you can correctly guess which one of them is controlling the vibrator you’re allowed to cum”

drabble ft lee minho, han jisung [s] by @stvckwithaphobia

[11:36] ft lee minho, han jisung [s] by @bbyquokka

word count: 1.3k

meet odd [f] by @soobnny

word count: 2.3k

summary: you get to know han jisung under strange circumstances or alternatively “we live in the same floor and the room between ours always has really loud sex so now we’re both in the main lounge at 2am… do you want this last bit of ice cream?”

don’t be a stranger. part 2 to meet odd by [f] by soobnny

word count: 4.3k

summary: you really need to stop meeting han jisung under odd circumstances or alternatively, i accidentally locked myself out of my apartment and you’re offering that i sleep at yours for the night?

other members fic recommendation lists

[rolling-in-guano]

31DOD Day 7

I've been reading fan fiction for so many years in so many different places that is hard to track down all the good stuff. Here is a sampling of fics I've enjoyed more recently:

1. "Got Stepped On All Over" by whaleofatime

Probably one of my favorites of all time at this point. This story feels like it could be a one shot that really exists within the DC universe. The story focuses on Dick and Bruce's relationship and is told from Bruce's perspective (also done really well). The story also has a tight plot that involves solving a mystery (more mysteries please!) that is wrapped up in a fun way. I also love a little bit of Carmen Sandiego in all of my stories in the way that I want characters to go to a place an learn something cool about it's culture/geography/history and then use that to save the day or make the story more interesting. This has that! GIVE THIS STORY MORE LOVE!!!!

2. "New year bets" by Fleur_de_Violette

I love this fic because it really shows off Dick's workaholic nature in a way that feels very true to the comics and his Bludhaven days. It also has a fun relationship between him and Jason. I felt it put the characters in a direction that could lead to character growth if this were a oneshot in an actual comic. Loved it!

3. "i was not born to drown" by daringyounggrayson

Dick Grayson's poor skull has been abused pretty badly. This fic takes a look into the aftermath of Dick getting shot in the head by Dr. Hurt (which really was glossed over) and how he deals with the healing process. The way daringyounggrayson depicts chronic pain and disability was really heart wrenching because the frustration coming from everyone was hitting home. Overall, the fic deals with accepting a new normal and I enjoyed it.

4. "Picture Me Better" by Led_Sneakers

This lovely work shows the friendship (and romantic/sexual tension) I have been missing between Dick and Roy. Their relationship was always incredibly interesting, especially in the Titans and Outsiders era. I love their old married couple vibe. Whether they end up lifelong friends or partners, their relationship is way interesting. The RHATO series really did him and Kory dirty. I think Rose Wilson and Jason should hang out. I also didn't hate the Dark Trinity but they put the kibosh on that too quickly for it to really go anywhere.

5. RedAlert98

For you Young Justice cartoon fans, this was one of my favorite authors when that show was coming out. All the fics are fun and are about friendship! RedAlert98 appears to be retired from the DC fandom, but their work is still pretty awesome so I encourage you to take a look.

6. "And Just For Tonight" by Mashpotatoe Queen

Another Young Justice cartoon fic that was my favorite back when it was first published. It's just a sweet little fic that gives Dick and Roy a more brotherly dynamic.

Well those are my top picks for this post :)

[roguetargaryen]

Piel Canela - Tommy Miller x F!Reader 

Chapter 2 - The Other Miller

Author’s Note: This is my first full fic that I am writing so I know there will be grammar errors. Also, this may be a slow start but the story will progress. This is an alternate universe where there is no outbreak, and it also takes place in the game timeline in 2013. Let me know what you guys think, and I hope you guys enjoy it.

Word count: 2247

Series Masterlist

Over the next few weeks, y/n was getting used to almost having a daily routine once she finished up unpacking and settling in. Sure there were changes she wanted to make in her home and furniture she wanted to buy, but she was starting to become content with her new life. Time in Austin was going really well for y/n. The family bakery was going great for them and was beginning to be the talk of the town. They had a great opening day, and y/n was surprised Joel and Sarah came along, since he is a workaholic. It was nice to see him a bit more relaxed, which y/n always teased. “Joel, stop being so tense and relax.” “I am relaxed.” “Uh huh. Those creases around your eyes say otherwise.” After her initial encounter with Joel, they were starting to build a really nice friendship. Both Joel and Sarah really made her feel welcomed in the neighborhood, and along with her family, they made the transition better. Joel was also appreciative of y/n for offering to help with Sarah after school or even on the evenings when he had to work late. However, it wasn’t easy at first when y/n offered to help. Joel being Joel declined at first stating it wasn’t her responsibility. Y/N didn’t mind especially when she and Sarah would end up having a great time being in each other’s company. Sarah was a gem. She was a very polite and smart girl and she could see why she was best friends with Emily. Sarah was also the reason Y/n was able to meet some of her other friendly neighbors on her block. The Adlers always greeted her with a smile and offered her company. They were fond of visitors and told her stories of their lives that reminded y/n of her times with her grandparents. Then there was your neighbor Denise who was very helpful and resourceful. She knew their neighborhood really well and always had a beautiful garden that y/n admired. Y/n and Denise started to trade flowers for fresh baked goods sometimes when y/n was trying out a new recipe and in return, Denise would get her a bouquet of fresh flowers for her kitchen. Things in her life were really starting to turn over for her. 

 Except for today. Waking up on the wrong side of the bed doesn’t even begin to describe the day y/n was having. Not only did she wake up late but she spilled her coffee on herself on her way to work. To add to her eventful morning, she got a flat tire two blocks before arriving at the bakery and without realizing she left her keys to the bakery at home. She called Kelly, who allowed her to take the day off to get herself situated. “I owe you big time. In fact I’m taking your shift tomorrow.” “Y/N that won’t be necessary “ “Please? It’s the least I can do.” Once y/n left the bakery she made her way home taking the bus. She wanted to change and ask Joel for a ride to the auto shop. As soon as she got to her front steps panic started to rise. She was digging through her bag trying to fish out her house keys and then proceeded to dump all of her belongings out on her front steps trying to find her keys. “This is really just the topping on the cake!” She expressed and realized to top off the events of her day she left her house keys at the bakery when she was helping Kelly. At this point she wanted to just crawl into her bed and not come out the rest of the week. After collecting herself, she decided to take a bit of extreme measures in her own hands. She began to walk around her house to check if at any chance she left a window open or unlocked not realizing she had a spectator watching from across the street in a pick up truck.   

Tommy Miller pulled up to his brother’s house much later than he wanted, or at least he should have. He was starting to develop a migraine and the bright sun was not helping. He always tells himself that he won’t be drinking much the night before but that’s a lie he doesn’t want to admit to himself. He can already hear it in Joel’s voice and today he doesn’t want to deal with it. He takes a sip of his coffee trying to get as much sober making a face because it’s essentially not to his liking. He had no choice as he scrambled to make one this morning while also trying to run out of his place as he can to try to get to Joel’s on Time. He lets out a long sigh recalling the conversation he had with him earlier that morning. “Tommy, where the hell are you? We can’t be late on this one.” “Shit! I know I’m sorry I’m leaving now. I uh..I had a rough night.” “Tommy, I can't keep waiting on you. This is the last time I let this slide. Now I’m gonna go take Sarah to school then deliver the pieces. I’ll meet you at the house at 10 to pick up the tools. Don’t be late!” Before Tommy could respond Joel hung up. With a heavy sigh he made his way to his truck and sped down the road. He arrived at Joel’s a quarter after 9am and now he sat in his truck waiting for his brother to arrive. What he didn’t anticipate was for his morning to get any more eventful than his already bad morning. Across the street he spotted a young woman spilling out the contents of her bag all over Joel’s neighbor's house. He had never seen this woman and from the last time he remembered an older couple in their 80s lived there. He witnessed her walking to the front of the house and started peeking inside the windows before she started testing what he assumed was trying to see if the windows were open. He didn’t think too much of the situation since it looked like she was having no luck, that is until she climbed up the porch banister and started using her legs to push on the windows. “What in the hell?” He questioned as he got out of his truck and slowly made his way over. Now why does someone have the nerve to try and break into someone’s home this early in the day? He thought to himself. His thought was interrupted when he heard a soft “yes” come from her. It appeared as she succeeded too because she was able to open one of the windows and she had yet to notice him. He was standing a few feet away from the banister when he spoke loud for her to hear, “That’s called breaking and entering!” The woman in question let out a yelp as she was startled by him and she lost her footing. Without realizing, Tommy’s instincts kicked in and he bolted forward catching her before she could hit the ground. “You okay?” Tommy asked a bit apprehensive that he was asking about the well-being of a potential robber, a very pretty one he thought as he helped steady her.  Y/n was a loss for words. she tried to comprehend what just happened and who was this stranger holding her. She craned her neck back to get a good glimpse at her ‘savior’ but no words came out. He had tan colored skin, almost cinnamon, dark curly hair, broad shoulders, and the most chocolate brown eyes she was getting lost in. When he spoke he had this rich, husky voice that if he weren’t holding her she would definitely hit the ground. “Ma’am? You okay?” “Ma’am? I’m not that old am I?” At that y/n wanted to really just faceplant to the ground. However that caused her ‘savior’ to chuckle and untangle himself from her, steadying her in the process. “No you don’t look old. Now if I may ask what are you trying to break in that house? You trying to rob an elderly couple?” He asked. “Rob? Do I look like I could really rob a house?” She couldn’t help but let out a laugh. “Well from where I was sitting it sure looked like it. I know the couple that lives there.” He ran a hand behind his head feeling a little sheepish. “No. It’s not like that. You’ve got it all wrong. I live here.I moved in a few weeks ago. I um. I just locked myself out of my house.”

“Sorry to assume. I’m Tommy.” He extended his hand to her to offer a shake. “Tommy Miller.” She extended her hand out to shake her hand and he could have sworn he heard a little gasp leave her and it felt electric. He even took a little more time in really looking at her. She had the prettiest smile that reached her y/c eyes. He could help but smile back. Her hair was up in a loose bun with a few strands falling in front of her face and he wanted to just wisp them away. He noticed a bit of flush on her cheeks and that only made him smile more. She cleared her throat and said,  “Joel’s brother right?” She hoped her little hint of excitement went unnoticed. “You know my brother?” “Well we are neighbors. Speaking of, is he home?” “No, I am actually waiting for him.” They stood there in a bit of a silence before he spoke again. “So my name was brought up?” She giggled and nodded. “Really? Hopefully all good things sweetheart.” Y/n couldn’t help the flutter she felt in her stomach and he spoke again, “uhh so um why did you end up breaking into your house?” “I forgot my keys with my sister in law and I wanted to get out of my coffee stained clothes. I-I’ve been having a rough day. I wanted to ask Joel for a ride back into town…” “I can take you.” He wanted to smack his forehead at how forward he was being but there was something about her that was drawing him in. 

Before she could speak their attention was drawn to Joel’s car pulling into his driveway. “Come on. It really isn't a problem if I’m offering. Besides, we are headed that way anyways.” Tommy walked ahead over to Joel who said nothing but started helping load his truck. “I thought you were working today?” Joel commented as he looked up and caught sight of y/n. “Let’s just say the universe had other plans. I got a flat and my car is at this auto shop.” She states as she hands him the business card. “I actually was coming over to ask for a ride there but I didn’t want to ask if you are working.” “Like I said it’s no trouble!” Tommy shouted from the garage, missing the glare Joel shot his way. Y/n, however, caught it but brushed it off. “We have to drop this off first and then Tommy can take you.” Y/n nods her head and hops in the back of the truck.  On the way to town, y/n explains her day and how Tommy caught her breaking and entering her home, hoping at least she could crack a smile from Joel but he stayed quiet. The rest of the car ride is quiet until they arrive to Joel's destination first. Y/n could tell he had an irritated demeanor but didn’t want to press any further. Once the truck was unloaded she stepped out of the truck to move to the passenger seat where she also caught the last bit of their conversation. “Tommy seriously. You better come straight back here. Now I bought us some time but this is it. Once you drop her off, come straight back here.You hear?” Tommy nodded quickly and got back in the truck. It wasn’t a long drive and before she knew it he pulled up in front of the shop. “Oh hold on” Confused, y/n watched as he got out of his truck and jogged to her side only to open the door. She flashed him a smile as she got out. “Tommy, I can't thank you enough.” “Don’t mention it. Besides, if you ever need help with anything don’t hesitate to call,” he finished with handing her a piece of paper with his number written on it. “Thanks. I will keep that in mind.” She placed the piece of paper in her tiny pocket in her purse so that she wouldn’t lose it and made her way to the door of the shop. Just as she grabbed the handle he called out to her, “wait you uh pardon my manners um what was your name?” “I didn’t give it to you.” She said with a smirk as she walked inside. Tommy watched her disappear through the door and leaned against his truck for a moment. He had it and he was determined to figure her out. Maybe Joel could help him. “Oh shit Joel!” He got back in his truck and made his way back to his brother's.