#i accidentally posted it there so i’m reblogging it here 😭

[alphaclxwn]

its was my best phase

why are you britjsh.

when i was born they put me in a woven basket and sent me down a river to protect me from the corrupt state and i ended up on the isle of wight. a group of wiccans from the forest took me in and raised me on tree bark and cigarette butts and i quickly grew to be strong and powerful enough to swim across the solent at the age of six. i swam to stubbington, where i was assimilated into the local wildlife.

i still have the basket. i use it to collect more cigarettte butts.

[yuyusuyu]

the princess treatment chronicles!

pairing. non idol! best friend! song mingi x non idol! fem! reader

synopsis. the five times you accidentally completed the steps that would make mingi swoon also known as the five times you accidentally gave him princess treatment and he kept falling harder for you each time

warnings. mentions of food, getting sick, fire (someone get mingi away from the grill), cursing (wooyoung naur)

genres. romance, fluff, comedy, best friends to something more

ft. non idol! ateez

wc. 3k

pt 2. here !

a/n. happy birthday to our lovely mingi :( (this was supposed to be posted in two days wtaf 😭 guys pls just ignore and pretend it was posted on his bday 😭 my queue os my biggest enemy now)

reblogs and comments are appreciated! helps with not getting shadowbanned!

MINGI has a list. it's a special list to him, one that speaks volumes about him.

speaks volumes about a step-by-step process on how to make him, song mingi, fall in love with someone.

now, this list is hidden in his notes app, and the physical copy of this is hidden in one of his math notebooks from high school. he is the only person to know about this list, other than his best friend, of course (only because yunho accidentally saw him writing it out instead of doing math homework with him).

yunho calls it 'a step-by-step guide to the princess treatment' but mingi likes to correct his friend, telling him that it's actually called 'the way to song mingi's heart.'

yunho likes to call it otherwise.

but what does that have to do with you? well, for starters, mingi met you through yunho. it was completely accidental. according to yunho, he was never going to introduce you because you're like a little sister to him and you might end up stealing mingi from him by being your lovable self. instead of that happening, you two had instantly clicked and the three of you became a little trio, one that somehow always managed to spend time with each other everyday.

crazy.

how mingi and yunho managed to keep the list a secret from you, they have no idea (and yunho has no idea why mingi doesn’t want you knowing. the three of you tell each other everything to the point that it can be seen as oversharing at times), how they’ve managed to keep this list hidden from you for so long—three years, to be exact.

until now, that is.

STEP ONE TO MAKE SONG MINGI FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU: RUN INTO A PUBLIC PLACE IN A DRAMATIC MANNER WITH SOMETHING OF IMPORTANCE TO MINGI ! (IT SHOWS THAT YOU CARE VERY MUCH ABOUT HIM TO THE POINT OF NOT CARING ABOUT HOW OTHER PEOPLE SEE YOU)

mingi frowns as he looks down at his phone, eyebrows furrowed when he looks up at yunho. “she’s ten minutes late.”

yunho nods, also frowning. “maybe something came up and that’s why she’s running late?”

slumping down in his seat, mingi sighs, grumbling, “yeah, but she would’ve texted us by now if something happened. you know how yn is…”

the bells of the café entrance chimes, signaling the appearance of a customer. mingi, at this point, has given up checking if every new customer that walks into the café is you. he folds his arms on the table, resting his head as he pouts.

“oh yn!”

and then he immediately perks up in his seat, excitedly turning around to face you. yunho gets up, giving you a hug before ushering you into the seat next to mingi’s.

“i’m so sorry,” you wheeze, “i was going to text the group chat but then my phone died.”

yunho tilts his head. “your phone died? you don’t usually use your phone while you have a shift at the restaurant.”

“i don’t,” you say, running a hand through your tousled hair. “but i forgot to charge my phone before i left my place, and then when i went to that doughnut place, the lines were ridiculously long but i was already in line so i decided to suck it up and—"

“woah,” laughs mingi. “slow down.”

“sorry,” you mumble, sighing and taking in a breath before continuing. “i went to the doughnut place that just opened up. i read on a forum that wednesday afternoons are usually the slowest, so i decided i’d stop by before coming over to the cafe to study with you guys. when i got there, there was already a line that was about to start wrapping around the store, so i had to beat this lady next to me that wanted to get in line.”

“a lady,” yunho repeats, chuckling. 

you hum. “yeah. i beat her to it, by the way. anyway, i was checking the time and saw it was already nearing the time we decided on, so i was in the middle of sending a text when my phone died.” you take out your phone from your tote bag along with a box.

it’s then that cogs in mingi’s brain starts working when he eyes the cursive lettering on the box.

“oh, isn’t that the doughnut place mingi’s been wanting to try out?” yunho asks, hands stretching out to grab the box.

you slap his hands, earning a laugh from the taller male as he brings them back to his side. “yes,” you reply, side-eyeing yunho. “meaning this isn’t for you.”

grabbing the box, you sheepishly smile at mingi, handing it over to him. “i know you’ve been trying to find the time to go over and try their doughnuts, but since my workplace is closer… i mean, why not?”

“excuse us for a second,” mingi mumbles, leaving you confused as he grabs yunho’s arm and drags him over to a corner in the cafe. once you’re out of earshot, mingi clears his throat. “what the hell was that?”

“what was what?” whispers yunho, blinking as he watches mingi glance over at you. you’re in the middle of trying to tame down your wild hair.

“she just completed step one.”

yunho gasps, turning mingi around by his shoulders. “no way,” he says. “did you tell her about the list?”

“what? no!” he cries out. “how did she even do it? yunho, i swear if you told her—”

“that’s not my secret to tell!” yunho whisper-shouts. “listen, this was probably a one time thing. there’s no way she even knows about it. plus, maybe she was just feeling a little generous today towards you!”

mingi slowly nods. “yeah,” he mumbles. “yeah, you’re right. let’s head back before yn starts asking questions…”

yunho was not right.

STEP TWO: IN MINGI’S TIME OF NEED, DO WHATEVER YOU CAN IN ORDER TO MAKE HIM FEEL HAPPY (THIS IS TO SHOW THAT YOU WOULD DO ANYTHING FOR HIM NO MATTER WHAT TIME IT IS OR WHAT YOU’RE DOING)

mingi grumbles as he kicks his shoes off and drops his things on the floor by the door, closing it and shuffling over to his room as he angrily sends a text to the group chat.

it’s already one in the morning. yunho is most likely gaming and you’re most likely already sleeping. regardless, mingi still sends a text and doesn’t bother waiting for an answer as he flops down into his bed face-first.

he barely manages to make out the sound of his phone ringing. he blindly searches for his phone until his hand finally finds it. grunting, he brings it to his face, his eyes squinting at the screen from the brightness in comparison to his dark room.

yn: you still have your spare key in the same place, right?

mingi: i thought you had my spare after last time?

he sees that you’re in the middle of typing, so he waits until you finally send another message.

yn: oh

yn: yeah, you’re right. just found it on my keychain 

mingi: i’m always right

yn: mmmmmm i wouldn’t say that but sure…

mingi: bruh

again, the typing bubble pops up on his screen before it disappears. mingi’s a bit confused, he won’t lie. he thought you would already be sleeping, but you weren’t. he snorts. “she asked me about my spare key instead of what’s wrong…?”

he shakes his head, stuffing it into his pillow. “whatever,” he mumbles.

mingi swears he’d only closed his eyes for a brief moment when the sound of his door unlocking fills the air. he stiffens in his bed before scrambling off, fumbling to find something to protect himself. he unplugs the lamp by his nightstand and grips it tightly, quietly tiptoeing towards his door.

“mingi?”

“yn, what the hell?” mingi groans, stepping out of his room and walking into the living room area of his apartment.

you narrow your eyes in confusion, pointing at the lamp he’s still holding. “why do you have a lamp in your hand?”

“the real question here is why are you here?” he huffs, leaning down to put the lamp on the floor. mingi then crosses his arms over his chest, “and why aren’t you sleeping?”

“i was about to sleep,” you say, walking past mingi and into his room. he follows you, his mouth open in surprise. “but then you texted that you had a shit day, so here i am.” you drop the bag you’re holding onto his bed, turning around. “now why the hell did you have a lamp in your hand?”

mingi clears his throat. “i, uh, thought someone was breaking in…”

you snort, sitting on his bed and patting the space next to the bag. “that’s funny, mings. no one is going to break in if you’re a broke college student.”

huffing, he grumbles as he sits down on his bed, bringing his knees up to his chest. “shut up.”

“mhm,” you hum. “now tell me about why you had a shit day while we eat some of your favorites, yeah?” you stick your hand into the bag and take out one of his favorite snacks, opening the bag and handing it over to him while you shift around to face him.

he thinks his heart started beating a little too fast for his liking.

STEP THREE: WHEN MINGI IS STRUGGLING TO DO SOMETHING, JUST DO IT FOR HIM WITHOUT EVEN ASKING IF HE NEEDS ASSITANCE (THIS IS TO SHOW THAT YOU NOTICE WHEN HE IS STRUGGLING)

you look between yunho and mingi. yunho’s trying so hard not to laugh, but his smile gives him away. he obviously finds mingi struggling to light the grill amusing. 

“c’mon,” you slap yunho’s arm, earning a whine from him. “don’t be a bully.”

“yeah, yunho,��� mingi says, looking up for a brief second to glare at him before looking back at the box of matches in his hand. “don’t be a bully.”

you gently take the box away from mingi’s hands, taking out a match and striking it against the box, a flame appearing. you grab the lighter fluid and pour some on the charcoal before  chucking the match into the grill, a fire immediately coming to life.

mingi gasps and hides behind you, startled. yunho laughs at the sight. “no way you’re hiding behind yn right now,” he says, wiping tears away from his eyes. “she’s literally so short compared to you.”

“shut up, jeong yunho.” you point at him. “or else i’ll change my netflix password.”

yunho gasps. “you wouldn’t dare!”

as you and yunho quarrel, mingi sighs, hiding his face in his hands when he feels the back of his neck grow unbearably hot.

you are doing a number on him.

and he’s a little scared.

because you’re his best friend.

and he can’t believe that his best friend, of all people, would be completing his five-step-guide in making him fall for someone.

he has to talk to yunho soon about this.

STEP FOUR: WHEN MINGI IS HURT, HELP AND CODDLE HIM (THIS IS TO SHOW THAT YOU CARE A LOT ABOUT HIM)

he never got the chance to talk to yunho about this.

after your impromptu bbq day at yunho’s place, mingi ended up getting sick. he didn’t tell anyone, not wanting to bother anyone and burden them with taking care of him. so here he is, laying in his bed, shivering and clutching onto his blankets for dear life.

he hears his front door clicking open, and he groans. “go away!” he croaks, sneezing afterwards. “i have nothing to offer you, you thief!”

you laugh. “seriously? you think i’m some robber again?”

at the sound of your voice, mingi’s heart skips a beat. he clears his throat. “no… what are you doing here? i seriously need to take my spare key away from you…”

“yeah, yeah,” you say, walking into his room and raising an eyebrow when you see the state he’s in. “why didn’t you tell yunho or i about this, mings? we would’ve come running to you.”

he sneezes. “i didn’t want to annoy anyone,” he says, lowering his blankets from his face just to see you.

you click your tongue and walk to the side of the bed, pressing your hand to the back of his forehead. “don’t be silly, mingi. you know we don’t find you annoying… at least i don’t find you annoying,” you mumble, straightening your back and walking out of the room. “i’m going to make you some soup, you weakling! don’t get up!”

mingi lets out a weak laugh, sneezing afterwards. “yes, ma’am…”

“what was that?”

“yes, ma’am!” he yells, his voice cracking. mingi hears you giggle to yourself.

he huffs, pulling his blankets over his head.

when you’re done making the soup, you carry a bowl and some cough medicine into his room and find that he’s asleep. you set the bowl on his nightstand, shaking him awake as gently as possible. “mingi,” you whisper. “mingi, i have the soup. i need you to wake up so that i can feed you.”

“feed me?” he asks, whispering.

you hum, opting to card your hand through his hair that’s been growing out recently. “yeah, i need to feed you.”

“feed… feed me?” mingi screeches, abruptly sitting up. you gasp, almost falling off the bed.

clearing your throat, you reach out to grab the bowl, placing it in your lap and grabbing a spoonful, blowing on it slightly before leaning away. “here…”

mingi stares at you, wide-eyed.

you purse your lips. “mingi, i need you to eat so that you can get better.”

“right!” he says, his voice an octave higher than usual as he moves to eat the soup. when he leans back, mingi sees you smiling at him.

his stomach does some summersaults.

STEP FIVE: TAKE CARE OF MINGI (THIS SHOWS THAT HE IS VERY IMPORTANT TO YOU)

mingi puffs his cheeks out, trying not to laugh as he takes out his keys.

“yunho, i need you to carry the cake… actually, never mind, jongho can you please carry the cake?”

yunho gasps. “yn, do you not believe in me and my capabilities to carry a cake?”

“...no, i don’t.”

“what the—”

hongjoong claps once. “stop fighting!” he says. “mingi’s going to be here any minute now—”

“actually,” pipes up seonghwa. “it says that he just arrived.”

“what the fuck!” wooyoung screams. “guys, hurry the fuck up! he’s coming!”

“wooyoung… stop screaming… you’re giving us away,” yeosang says.

“yeah, what my boyfriend said.” san says.

“san, dude, how many times do i have to tell you that i am not your boyfriend.”

mingi takes in a deep breath before shoving his keys into the lock, the noise going on on the other side immediately stopping. he can hear you all shuffling around until someone whisper-shouts at jongho to go shut the door.

“what the—but i’m carrying the cake?” jongho sounds baffled.

“give me the cake and go stop mingi from coming in! yunho hasn’t finished hanging the stupid banner!” you cry out.

mingi assumes jongho’s laying his weight on top of the door because he can’t push it open.

“did you just call me stupid, yn?”

“no, but i will if you don’t hurry up!”

“guys,” hongjoong sighs, and mingi can bet that he’s rubbing his temples. “i think mingi can hear you.”

he sure can.

“okay, jongho come back!”

mingi snorts, pushing the door open and flicking the lights on. yunho’s awkwardly holding the end of a birthday banner up while the other end is taped onto the wall. hongjoong and seonghwa both sigh in unison at how badly the surprise is coming along, and wooyoung and san are trying to push each other out of the way so that one of them can stand next to yeosang, who is rolling his eyes and trying to shuffle away from the two. jongho stands to your side, the only one who is actually smiling at him—oh, he’s lying.

you’re smiling at him while holding a birthday cake.

“suprise, mings!” you say.

everyone yells happy birthday to him, and somehow he finds himself getting shoved by wooyoung towards the small table he has by the kitchen. you’re standing next to him, laughing as you put the paper party hat on his head, making sure that the thin string is secured underneath his chin before moving to get the knife.

“let mingi cut the cake!” wooyoung yells.

“he could get himself cut, and the birthday boy shouldn’t have to do it unless he wants to,” you chide, glancing up at mingi through your eyelashes. “do you want to cut it, mings?”

he swallows the lump in his throat, shaking his head afterwards. “no,” he breathes out, licking his lips. “you can do it for me, if that’s okay.”

you grin at him, carefully cutting up the cake. you place the slices on plates, making sure that the biggest slice goes to mingi.

oh no, he thinks.

you’ve officially completed his five-step-guide to his heart.

“um, yn?” mingi leans down to whisper into your ear.

you hum in response.

“can we talk for a sec?”

nodding, you let yourself get dragged by mingi into his room. after closing the door, he looks at you and you notice that his ears are very red.

“are you okay?” you ask, pointing at your ears. “your ears are red.”

mingi whines, covering his face with his hand. “can you turn around real quick?”

“okay…”

mingi peeks through his fingers, sighing in relief when your back is facing him. he clears his throat and wipes the palms of his hands on his jeans. “i, uh… would you like to go out for dinner sometime this week?”

“as a date?” you ask, fighting the urge to turn around to look at him.

in a small voice, mingi replies. “yeah… as a date.”

“i’d like that.”

[wowowokay]

Sorry this is a day or two late but here are some more fic recs!! Also these are Batman fic recs but Tim Drake centric (I’m obsessed with Tim so don’t be surprised if I semi frequently post Tim drake centered fics lolol)

(Also there will be a note at the bottom)

Everybody Knows - White_bread_with_a_wig

Hilarious fic basically Tim never became Robin and instead took over drake industries at a young age and he accidentally reveals JL secrets he didn’t realize were secrets during an interview and now he has a bunch of hero’s and rogues him!

Words: 7,728 Chapters: 1/1

I’d kill myself if you ever leave - Violettavonviolet

Basically Tim realizes the mistreatment he received as Robin while he watches how Bruce treats Damian 4+1 fic really good I don’t know how to explain more about it without spoiling sorry 🥲

Words: 3,492 Chapters: 1/1

Red Robin: Undead - bridgesburn

Amazing fic but I’ll be totally honest it’s been a minute since I’ve read it but I totally remember most of it!! I just don’t want to accidentally spoil anything so here’s the authors summary!! And I left some of my own description? Thoughts? At the end!

Death is usually the end. Finality. That's kind of the definition of it.

And falling several stories toward concrete usually meant death. Timothy Drake had certainly assumed as much in the final seconds before he hit the sidewalk at terminal velocity.

But Tim should have realized that, given the complexity of his life, his death would never be that cut and dry.

Enter: a severed head, ten missing months, and an immortal cult leader.

A little less simple. And for some reason, Jason Todd seems to have some answers to his missing months and the violent urge that curdles beneath his skin.

(Yet again amazing fic!! It has some hilarious comedic points and it’s just amazingly well written and the plot doesn’t disappoint it’s just mwah! Amazing!!)

Words: 167,318 Chapters: 25/25

Note: okay that’s all the fics for today!! Also thank you to the people who started following me and left likes and reblogged!! Seriously it’s insane!! But I also wanted to just talk about maybe a posting schedule? I think I’ll be trying to post every other day? I definitely wanna keep some kind of schedule cause I love reading fics (obviously) and I’d love to be able to recommend some of my favorites to you guys!! But warning the amount of fics I’m recommending might fluctuate it depends on how busy I am since I work and I’ll be going back to school soon unfortunately 😭 but yeah! Also I will most likely be recommending Batman and Marvel fics but also occasionally my hero academia, Percy Jackson/Heros of Olympus and Voltron! (I’m not finished with reading Heros of Olympus but when I am there will probably be a flood of those fic recs lolol) also sorry if my grammar is horrendous English may be my first and only language but I still suck at it lolol but yeah! I hope you guys enjoy!!! :))

[changisworld]

since it's I.N's month, could be one where gf decides to do something "special" for him, shoving her underwear on his pocket and waiting for him on the restroom?

literally sprinted to post this JUST in time for his bday😭 HAPPY 23RD BIRTHDAY JEONGIN<3

WORD COUNT:1,874

18+, MDNI!! smut warnings under the cut

©ANY translation, copy & paste, posting of my work is strictly forbidden for ANY posts/ writing i post.

main masterlist here

any reblogs/ comments are deeply appreciated!!

SMUT WARNINGS; oral(M receive), public sex, marking, pet names;baby, hunny etc, quite cute tbh, public teasing, finger sucking, mentions of spit, tiniest tiniest bit of dirty talk?? aftercare(as much as you can give in a public bathroom.) creampie, SO much eye contact, bits of fluff

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You are currently out for dinner with Jeongin, Seungmin & your friend Yuna for Jeongins birthday. (happy 23rd birthday jeongin<3). The dinner has been going really well & you’re enjoying the food you ordered & a glass of wine ordered by yuna, You’re laughing with the 3 of them when you feel jeongin put his hand on the top of your thigh & caress it, his eyes not even batting down once, still talking to Seungmin about random group activities.

You suck in a deep breath, trying to act as if the simple gesture isn’t already making you blush & heat up under his touch. You put your hand above his & hold it as you continue eating & talking but his hand moves again but this time, he’s moves his hand forward, now cupping the part of your cunt that he can reach with you sitting down. You stop chewing half way through, feeling yourself leaking in your panties. You throw a flushed look to Jeongin but he just looks back giving you the same gorgeous dimpled smile he always does. A second later, he pulls his hand away to help put his dish onto the middle of the table to help the waitress take away the plates easier.

You think for a moment before coming up with a plan.

You ‘accidentally’ drop your fork & reach down to pick it up, but at the same time you use your free hand to wiggle your panties off your legs, past your heels & you ball it up in your hand before putting the fork you dropped, onto the pile of plates.

The waitress comes & takes the dishes away a few minutes later & refills everyone’s wine & you begin looking at menus.

“Since it’s Jeongins birthday, y/n where are you gonna take him hm?” Seungmin winks, smiling over the menu hes holding. You raise your eyebrows & smile back

“It’s a surprise, lips are sealed sorry. anyways i’m gonna go to the bathroom, if i’m not back in time, order me the chocolate molten lava cake please” Yuna nods at you & Jeongin, Yuna & seungmin keep having their own conversation, in the meantime you lean over to kiss his cheek but you also put your hand in his pocket & drop the panties that have been balled up in your hand for the past 5 minutes, into his pocket.

You stand up & head to the bathroom, smiling to yourself, feeling proud. You turn the corner & head into the single woman’s bathroom stall & close the door, not locking it. You walk over to the sink & look at yourself & dab your finger on the tip of your lips, getting rid of the slightly messy lipstick from eating.

Not even two minutes later, the door opens & steps in Jeongin. You turn around so you’re leaning against the sink, facing him.

“Took ya long enough, what did you tell them?” You ask, reaching over slightly & pulling his dress tie towards you so he is now right in front of you, he smiles & starts twirling your hair on his finger while looking into your eyes.

“Some lame excuse about me saying i was gonna go find a person who could ask the chef to give me strawberry sauce instead of caramel.” He chuckles slightly before leaning down to your neck to bite it slightly, you hiss at the contact.

“And they just believed it?” You lean into his mouth & touch, already palming his cock through his dress pants, creating an obvious tent.

“Who cares if they didn’t, they wouldn’t say anything regardless, but we need to make this quick baby, don’t wanna get kicked out by getting caught now do we?” He asks you rhetorically, hand already sliding down to cup your pussy, not surprisingly already dripping, You sigh at the contact & loosen his the & undo the top three buttons so you have access to his collarbones before leaning in & sucking a mark on them, hand still working on his boner.

“You’re so wet baby, did my hand really do this to you hm? you get off on such simple touches in front of our friends hm?” you can feel him smirking against your neck as he pulls back before making eye contact with you, reaching into his pocket & pulling out your soaked panties.

“So dirty my love, couldn’t even wait until we got home hm? you wanted me in here so badly” You roll your eyes before pulling him by the tie again & kissing him again, your lipstick smudging on his face along with your own. “You’re just as dirty baby, you knew where to find me & came, into the girls bathroom too.” you say in-between kisses.

You undo his zipper & trouser button before pulling them along with his underwear just enough to set his cock free, already hard & red, leaking at the tip slightly. You stop kissing him to trail yourself down his frame until you end up on his knees & you instantly kiss his tip, making it even more red but with your lipstick staining it this time, you’re convinced his dick blushed. You look up at Jeongin whos looking down at you with nothing but love but also lust in his eyes, which makes you think you genuinely leaked onto the floor.

You take his tip into your mouth & begin twirling your tongue around it just the way he likes. Your hands reach up on instinct & start playing with his balls & he grips onto the sink to balance himself as he throws his head back, biting his lip to try hold back his whines.

“Your mouth is so f-ffucking good baby, it’s so wet holy fuck” He says, trying to keep his voice calm but just comes out high pitched & whiny. You decide to thank his compliment by hallowing your cheeks as much as you possibly can & going as deep as you can, your nose almost touches his pelvis as you begin humming & gagging around him, spit coming out your mouth & dripping onto your knees & the floor beneath you.

After another minute or so, he pulls your hair roughly off his dick, you whine at the sudden gesture.

“Sorry baby i-i was gonna cum, yo-your mouth is too good. get up on the sink plea-se” He pants out, sweat beading at his forehead & getting caught in his eyebrows. You stand up, giggling at how fucked out he was & begin to climb onto the sink but he helps you anyway.

He hikes your dress up & puts his fingers to your lips, you open your mouth instantly & you let them rest on your tongue before you coat them with spit. He pulls them back out & runs them over your already dripping cunt.

“Didn’t even need your spit baby, you’re soaked already, here, use this to keep you quiet” He hands them to you & you take this opportunity to put them in your mouth, looking up at him with shiny eyes.

“Don’t even need to prep ya’, you ready?” He asks, how pumping his wet dick in his hand slowly, waiting for your go-ahead.

You nod instantly & desperately so he breaches your cunt with the tip & you shudder & his eyebrows furrow. He slides all the way to the hilt & you throw your head back & groan into the fabric in your mouth.

Jeongin leans over you & pulls the panties out of your mouth & shoves them back in his pocket & bites your bottom lip.

“I’ll just silence your moans with my lips instead hunny” You begin to whine as you already feel your orgasm bubbling up, Jeongin knows your body like the back of his hand & knows exactly where to hit to get you to cum almost instantly.

“You’re so fucking b-big innie holy fuck, n-not gonna last” you say, eyes rolling back.

“don’t speak like that unless you don’t wanna cum before i do i mean it, you’re moulded just for my dick.. i’m sure of it.” He says back, voice breathy & whiny.

He starts kissing you as his other hand worms it’s way down to your clit & starts pressing down on it & drawing figures with it just the way you like it & before you can even warn him, you’re clenching around his dick & you cum. Your legs begin shaking & you break the kiss & you end up with your lips against his neck & you subconsciously suck a dark hickey onto it. Jeongin cums straight after seeing & feeling your orgasm & lips on his neck. His ropes of cum shoot out inside you & you feel it inside you too.

You both come down from your orgasms together, Jeongin in-between your legs, putting most of his body weight on you as you are still on top of the sink against the wall, panting heavily. You give the hickey you just gave him a gentle kiss & you reach over to grab some paper towels from the paper towel dispenser & start dabbing jeongins face from all the sweat on it & he laughs.

“I think i need a bit more than a few paper towels hunny, look at me.” You laugh, looking up at his face as he looks at himself in the mirror, face & neck completely covered in lipstick, all smudged.

“i dont even wanna know what my face must look like if yours is that covered” you say, getting off the sink with Jeongins help & you both let out another chuckle at the state of your face, lips still stained with lipstick but your cheeks are just as stained as them.

Jeongin & you both work on trying to make yourselves look presentable again but it proves a lot easier said than done. Jeongin kisses your cheek while you are still trying to get your hair to not look as if a bird lives in it.

“That’s the best it’s gonna get y/n, you have a brush in your clutch bag.” Jeongin says, holding your waist from behind & balancing his chin on you. “I wonder if dessert arrived yet, cmon we gotta go, probably a hugeee line outside the bathroom right now.” He gives you a kiss on your cheek & looks in the mirror again, sighing.

“Well we would have gave them a good audio show wouldnt we?” you chuckle to him, throwing your hair up to cover all the tugs. “alright, let’s go. hope you enjoyed this birthday present baby” You turn around & hold onto his shoulders.

“Just being with you is an amazing birthday present, why not i give you a ‘thank you’ present at home hm? by the way, i’m keeping these. for my own use.” He says, smiling at you with his dimples on his cheeks, holding your panties in his palm again.

You giggle before walking over & unlocking the door, hand in hand with Jeongin & swallowing your pride before walking back over to the table with Yuna & Seungmin… who had already finished dessert.

[alien-magnolia]

Mine and His <3

Fic Description: As a background type scientist, you aren’t very special in the world of Pandora. That changes, when you are noticed by Jake Sully, and fortunately, his rival, Colonel Quaritch. 18+ MDNI!!!

Tw: Implied non-con, power dynamics, dom-coded! Jake sully + Miles Quaritch, sub-coded hyperfem!reader, fingering, Jake/Quaritch talking down to reader/ bimbofication, ownership, major size kink bc human reader.

A/n: this turned out way longer than I thought, and I originally meant to post it on Christmas.its a bit hard for me to consistently post now. Anyways, merry belated Christmas/ holidays, and hope yall enjoy my first time bringing the very (hot) Miles Quaritch to life!! Don’t we love the balance between a young Jake Sully and an older Miles Quaritch <3 I am planning to make a part two with more intense smut! Stay tuned! (this was lacking a bit 😭) alsooo pls help a gorl out and reblog if you like this!!

The moon rose above you as you made your way to the forest, your mask in tow, and your boots. You were meeting Jake at the edge of the forest. He would not want you to venture in alone. Your tiny human form could not take it, as he would say. The Na’vi man was extremely possessive over you. The leaves rustled amongst the wind, bioluminescent crickets danced in the air.

You stand still as the ferns brush against your leg, wondering where your Jake was. You came to Pandora as a sort of background character — always behind the scenes, never noticed, usually brushed to the side. You were apart of the anthropological and religion team, researching and observing Na’vi culture, religion, and social relations and norms.

Every morning, you rose from your cold, metallic, cot, put on your oxygen mask, and worked at the lab from 8-5. Sometimes you would be invited into the community to learn, yet you never lingered around too long. The other scientists were more fluent in Na’vi than you were, and so, they would make a better impression.

It was only until one night, where the half-moon rose and shone over the sky, swirled as if it was cotton candy, was the night where you became noticed. You, made an impression.

~ Three months ago ~

You stayed to observe a Na’vi ritual, one called the “Sun Dance,” where one ingests a hallucinogenic worm in order to have a vision of their fate for the future, their destiny. This ritual served to breach the gap between the sacred and the normal, the ordinary, to alter reality in which a religion exists everywhere — not only in a book or a house. This was Na’vi religion — Animism.

You enjoyed the ritual and truly felt that you were starting to grow connected with the community. However, you were still a bit unfamiliar with the forest, and accidentally happened to wander onto a slippery log — that also acted as a bridge for a deep canyon below. Your tiny human feet stumbled across the bridge, and then slipped. You landed on your stomach, then realizing the vast canyon below — and that you would face sudden death if you were to drop into it. You screamed out in pain as a branch pierced your leg. You hear heavy steps behind you, you pass out.

You wake up beneath a bioluminescent large plant, with its long tendrils gently swaying over your face. You feel something on your leg, and look to see quite a handsome Na’vi man tending to your thigh, which had a large scrape on it.

“Hey. You’re awake. Almost fell there, girl.” You study his features a bit more. His hair is long, black, his eyes a deep yellow. Chiseled jaw, veiny arms, and wide shoulders <3 adorned with an interesting necklace. You muster the courage to speak to this beautiful man in front of you.

“Yes, I — um, sorry. I should have been more careful. I’m still a bit unfamiliar with the forest, although I’ve done many studies here,” you explain to him. “S’alright. I can take you back to your home base, if ya like,” the man offers, his tail swishing a bit. He must have been excited to talk to you. You blush at the note of attention from him, and agree.

The two of you begin walking back, the Na’vi man stopping momentarily to make sure there were no creatures of harm nearby. You learned his name was Jake. Jake Sully. You watch his long braid sway from side to side, like a pendulum, as you walk behind him. The two of you have been talking, sharing your stories, your journeys, what brought the two of you to Pandora, respectively.

“Was a marine, when I first came here. I was trying to pay for my surgery, to well — get my legs back. M’sure you know, the RDA loves screwing everyone over. ‘Specially me,” Jake explained to you, as he led you through the dark, softly glowing canopy of trees.

“So you weren’t very good at school, then, I assume,” you snicker, trying to poke a bit of fun at him. “And you are?,” he retorts back, emitting a deep hearty laugh, a sound you liked. “I do have a PhD, yes,” you giggle a bit as you look to see his reaction. He only huffs, yet you swore you could see a little smile behind that stoic face of his.

The two of you continued to walk back and engage in this somewhat flirtatious banter. He led you back to your lab, wishing you a goodnight.

“Jake, wait,” you touch his arm as he was about to leave, and he flinched, his ears folding back. He turns to you. “I would want to see you again. It would be nice, I think,” you offer, hoping he would take the initiative. “Hmm. Doubt it. You stay safe, miss PhD,” he retorts, and runs off into the forest.

Yet you wouldn’t take his “doubt it” for an answer.

The following night, you ventured again into the forest, hoping to find him. You might as well take a few pictures, hoping to find your way into the Omaticaya village. You did not find your way there, and instead ended up running into a few creatures. Jake saw, luckily, and saved your “prissy lil’ self” (as he called it) again.

Nights with Jake became a regular occasion. Although you and him had more of a fair share of differences, you found it to be true, that opposites attract.

————

~ Present Day ~

You smiled as you remembered how you first met him. The two of you only went on ‘dates’ together, where he would show you an interesting place he liked in the forest, or take you on a ride on his ikran. Nothing more, just conversation.

Yet, the more you got to know him, the more you wanted him. In a way that surpasses conversations or dates. You really had hoped that tonight, you could go further.

Everything about him was just perfect. His shining eyes, his strong arms, his beautiful voice that made you feel so safe <3.

You hear his footsteps behind you. “Babygirl. How’s my favorite scientist doing?,” he chuckles, his big hands gently gripping your face, giving you a kiss on top of your head. “Good,” you giggle, reaching up to give him a hug. You always have felt so safe in his arms.

“Where are we off to tonight?,” you curiously poke at him as he leads you over a bridge — the both of you hearing the gentle splash of the pond below. “You’ll see, hun. Somewhere real special,” he reassures. Where could this place be? How exactly could you get here, to be spending time with this beautiful Na’vi man, who possibly could be yours??

The anticipation was simply too much to handle. “Wanted t’a bring ya here, to ask somethin’. Was thinkin’ you see, that you could become a true member of the Omaticaya. Pass all our tests and all,” he says, while you lean your head on his shoulder.

You think on it for a bit. “But why, Jake? It would mean that I need a Na’vi body…,” you trail off. “Exactly. Ever since the day I met you, sweetie, I wanted you to be mine. You’re just too goddamn adorable for your own good,” he chuckles. “Can’t make you mine though, officially, without you becoming a tuté (woman) of our people. You will prove yourself to the Tsahik. We will mate, then. For life. You’ll be mine, girl,” he smiles warmly at you.

You agreed, overwhelmed with happiness!! “My Jake, why can’t we mate now?,” you ask, although as a Pandoran anthropologist, you knew the answer. Your human body was no match for his Na’vi strength. If you were to mate now, not only would it be against Omaticaya customs, his sheer power would most likely kill you!!

“Thought you knew the answer there, Miss PhD,” he teases. “How’s about this. I give you a little taste of what’s to come if you join the people of the forest,” his voice shifts to a deeper tone, his eyes a bit hooded now.

A large blue hand the size of your head gently grips your face, turning you towards him. His soft lips plant a few kisses on the top of your head, moving down to your neck. All of a sudden, your oxygen mask gets a little too hot for your face <3 your heartbeat quickens as well.

“Jake…I’d love nothing more than to join the Omaticaya,” you pant, in between breaths as he continues his ministrations. “That’s my good girl. See if those scientists of yours can make you an avatar. Want you to be mine,” he purrs, with a bit of a darker undertone as his large hands squeeze and grope the plush curves of your body — to the point where it’s painful.

You pant and squeal as his fingers trace patterns on your soft tummy, his large face planting a few kisses there as well. “Love this human body, babygirl. Bet your Na’vi one would be even better…,” he praises you. <3

His fingers were getting lower and lower, tracing circles on the hem of your waistband. “Jake…,” you pant out. “Want you…,” a cry, a plea for help. You had no idea how intense your fervor was for him, until now.

“Can’t give you all of me, hun. You can’t take me yet, m’ too big for you. Don’t want ta hurt your pretty little body,” he chastised you, his yellow eyes full of concern.

Just about when you were to agree, to let him give you a taste, that taste that you’ve been waiting for, that taste that your heart (and other parts of you) ached for, the two of you heard a rustling behind, in the bushes.

Out step two steel toed boots, a blue RDA uniform. At first you thought it was someone human — you were surprised to see that it was a Na’vi man wearing the suit. You quickly try to hide, using Jake’s wide chest as a safe haven.

Jake’s eyes burn with rage, disgust. His ears fold back, a low growl escapes his throat, his Adam’s apple moving slightly.

“Miss me, corporal?”

This man had a smug way of expressing himself, hands on his hips. He looked to be a bit older than Jake.

“Forgot about our agreement, all those years ago, Sully?” Jake hissed in response, telling this man, whom he called ‘Quaritch,’ to kindly fuck off.

Quaritch, a man of his word, did not take this as an answer, and continued to move closer.

Until he saw you. He stopped. “Whose this you’ve got here, corporal?” Jake hisses again, standing up this time to shield you from Quaritch. “Leave her out of this,” his tone low, possessive, angry.

“Why don’t you come on out, cupcake?,” his eyes turn towards you. Just like your Jake’s, you saw that they were full of lust, hunger. No affection, though. They were cold, empty. This man was attractive — yes, yet something about him felt off.

Jake reassures you that you don’t have to do it — until Quaritch himself pulls you out from behind Jake’s back. Quaritch circles you, tutting, eyebrows raised.

He turns to Jake. “Got yerself a sweet little toy, huh, Sully? My, my, she’s quite a looker,” Quaritch comments, his voice sickeningly sweet, as his large blue hand plays with your hair. Jake was fuming — ready to start a fight with the man. It was clear that the two had a past rivalry, and never made amends.

It was also clear that the two wanted you.

“How’s about this, corporal? Your little girl here, could very well seal our agreement, don’t ya think?,” he taunts Jake.

“She’s mine, Quaritch. Don’t even think about it.” Quaritch then retorted that it was either this, or his rifle. Jake then agreed.

“Glad we’re on the same page, Sully. She’ll be ours, to share, won’t ya, cupcake? How’s about I show you how we do things where I’m from, hmm?,” his southern accent cooing at you goes straight to your core, between your legs.

You glance at Jake, hesitantly watching. Quaritch then sits down, his giant arms pulling you into his lap, one hand behind your head, the other on your hip.

“Such a pretty girl. Gonna give you something to feel good about,” he chuckles, peppering your face and neck with kisses, his fangs slightly biting into your shoulder as you gasp!!

Jake is infuriated, still watching from the side, although he looks like he is enjoying watching you get ravished by the older Na’vi. Quaritch’s soft lips trail down your soft tummy and waistline, your small hand intertwined with his rough, calloused one.

His fingers trail your waistband — realizing that Jake already pulled off your clothes — your wetness soaked his thigh. <3

“Aww. How cute, pussy’s all soaked f’me. I think I know what she wants,” he taunts you, showing you his big fingers, almost the length of your arm. <3

You nod vigorously, completely forgetting about Jake. “Yes. Please, please, anything,” you beg him. “How’s about you call me sir, hmm, sweet cheeks? More fittin’, don’t’cha think?,” his southern voice drips as if it were melted caramel, seeping through to your inner submission to these beautiful, tall, men.

You were their toy, theirs to own, theirs to play with, theirs to use as they please and see fit. That’s all you could think about, as your tongue hung out, your eyes closed, small hand gripping the watch on Quaritch’s hand, as his two fingers worked and massaged your gummy walls over and over.

You thought of belonging to the two Na’vi men, passed around from the loving arms of your soon to be mate, to the vicious and unrelenting force that was Miles Quaritch, your ‘sir.’ For these two men, you were fine with leaving your life as a scientist behind, just to trail them around.

You were giddy with the thought of it, as you came undone around Quaritch’s fingers, his reassuring words, “let go f’me, cupcake…,” and Jake’s hands behind you, rubbing the small of your back, this was a taste of a life you never knew you wanted.

Now that you had this taste, you were ready to risk it all to keep this.

You fall asleep in Jake’s arms, as Quaritch bids him a ‘till next time,” and your soon to be mate is left wondering what that phrase entails.

Avatar taglist: @aerangi @jake-sullys-whore @drinking-tea-and-be-obsessed @brioffthegrid

[bendyredrawn]

Ok i know I posted this on twitter and once here (but I deleted it accidentally) soo here

Recently I’ve been wanting to make redrawn a collaborative project instead of it only being developed by me and tirah, and I was wondering if any of you guys would like to help on it in the future? This isn’t really a super serious project, it’s more to share art, ideas etc and having fun whilst doing so.

I do have ideas for potential projects related to this au, but I don’t have much plans for a fan-game right now, but it’d be rlly cool!! id love it to become one, tho I’m no expert when it comes to game development, ….but perhaps one day 🤔

But yea any help would be appreciated! (Artist, animator,writer, VA, and so on). NOTE: i won’t be selecting a lot of people, just a small group is enough, and there’s only so many people I can manage 😭. So don’t feel bad if you don’t get chosen, you can still enjoy the stuff we make :), If you think you’d be interested (this would probably happen late may-june), just reblog this post with a tag/comment saying so and I’ll have a look at it eventually.

[bizarrelittlemew]

Hi. I’ve been following you for a while and I really appreciate all the OFMD gifs you make and how you add really good image descriptions. I’m pretty bad at social cues and I wanted to know if you have tips for how to thank gif makers? Do you have advice for how to word the thank you without accidentally sounding weird or rude? Is it OK for someone to thank a gif maker in their ask box if the asker doesn’t follow the gif maker? Any sort of advice like that would be appreciated, or sample scripts that are socially acceptable to send. I know gif makers work really hard and I want to say thanks without accidentally breaking unspoken social rules I don’t know about and I felt safest asking you. I hope that’s OK. Thank you very much.

hi anon 💗 first of all this is such a lovely message and sentiment, thank you 🥹 i'd say you're pretty well on your way already!

i think every gif maker i know would LOVE getting a thank you message! as you say it is hard work, and having that acknowledged will always be appreciated 💗 (no matter if you follow them or not)

here is my specific advice on how to thank gif makers:

reblog! we share the gifs we make because we want to share our love for the show/movie/actor/etc. with other people, and by reblogging, you help us do that. adding something nice in the tags, whether it's something like "this is gorgeous!" or "thank you for giffing this moment, op!", compliments on the coloring (like "love the coloring"/"wow you did such a good job brightening this dark scene!"/"these look so crisp/sharp!"), or commentary on what the gifs show (like "he looks so sad, i wanna give him a hug"/"this scene is so funny/heartbreaking/sweet"/"i never noticed this detail before"), or simply emojis (any combinations of 💖, 🫠, 🥹, 🥺, 😭, 😍 or whatever the gif makes you feel), any kind of reaction like that will be very much appreciated - for me, it's the highlight of making and sharing gifs!

as for sending an ask, i think any kind of thank you message would make gif makers extremely happy 🥹 here are some sample sentences - any variation and combination of these would be lovely to receive, i think (some ideas/options in [brackets]): "i love seeing your gifs on my dash" "thank you for [creating/posting/sharing] your gifs, they [bring so much joy/always make me happy to see]" "i love your coloring, it's so [warm/vibrant/gorgeous/bright and sharp/colorful]" "thank you for giffing [character/person/show], i really appreciate seeing gifs of [that/them]" "thank you for adding [alt text/image descriptions] to your gifs, it helps a lot!" "i really admire how [fast/talented/creative] you are at giffing" ok these are just a few ideas but i hope it's helpful! 💗

this is not a direct way of thanking gif makers (as it should be a given), but i wanna add it because it's important to me: give credit if you share our gifs in other ways than reblogging the original post. please please please do not repost/crosspost gifs without credit. if a gif maker doesn't want their gifs reposted/crossposted at all, please respect it. most, like me, will be fine with it if you credit properly. here are some ways to do that: if you want to use a gif in your own post on tumblr, you can use the Add GIF function, which automatically adds credit (and we get a lil notification), or tag the creator and/or link the original gifset in the post (e.g. "gif by @bizarrelittlemew"). if you want to post a gif to another platform, e.g. twitter, these are some examples on how to give credit: "gif by @/bizarrelittlemew on tumblr", "📸: @/bizarrelittlemew", "gif by @[twitter handle]", "gif source: [link]" and variations of these, written either in the post itself or in a reply right below. not only in the ALT text (as that is for, well, ALT text) and not by making a general note on your profile that "gifs are not my own"/"the gifs i post are from tumblr" or similar (as this won't be evident from the post itself and doesn't credit the gif maker). ok that got a bit long but hopefully it makes sense!

also, if a gifset inspires you to write meta or make your own post about what the gifset depicts, we'd also be very happy if you linked it (like "this gifset reminded me of... / made me think about...") OR simply add it in a reblog of the gifset! the exception (for me, others may feel differently) is if the meta/comment "disagrees" with the gifset, like if the gifset shows "[character] being considerate" and the comment is something like "actually, i don't think this is [character] being considerate, i think they're manipulative". then making a separate post would be more welcome (i'd personally still appreciate a link to the gifset if you were inspired by it).

something that would be rude (since you ask how to avoid that) would be somehow criticizing the gifset in the comments/tags/replies, like disagreeing with the composition (e.g. "i don't think gif number X fits with this theme"), or being negative about the editing/giving unsolicited advice (e.g. "wish these gifs were brighter/sharper" or "hey op you should make your gifs slower/faster"), or talking about how you dislike the show/movie/characters (because the gif maker will see your tags/comments and they probably made the gifs out of love for the thing). as long as you avoid that, you should be fine! 💖

once again thank you for this lovely ask and for wanting to show your appreciation for gif makers 💗

[rivetgoth]

do you have any not so great club nights you wouldn't mind to share? i'm referencing the nowhere post you did

This is such an auspicious ask because I was literally JUST earlier thinking about reblogging that post and sharing one specific story, this gives me an even better avenue to do so :)

One of the most hilariously bad club nights of my life—maybe even the all time worst?—was this night that we went to years back that was the first time I ever did molly lol. It was a newer night and Angel and I had gone once before to feel out the vibe and it had been pretty fun at the time so we thought it would be fun to get a group of friends to all go to the next one. The theme was gonna be medical kink which alllll of us were into so we were really hype. I had the cutest outfit put together for it; since I’m a puppy I wore my pup gear but I bought a doggy cone online to wear with my gear like I had just gotten surgery, it was really really cute. I’d never done MDMA but at that point basically everyone I knew had and had reported having a great time and so I thought it would be a fun environment to do it.

But dude it was SO bad. From beginning to end. Angel and I bought our tickets in advance but our friends didn’t and we didn’t realize it was FIFTY DOLLARS at the door to get in. For reference the majority of events here range from free to like. $15 max unless there’s also a show or something (there was not). Nobody was there. When we went the first time the VIP tables were packed but this time they were literally completely empty. Music was not lit. Staff was really weirdly rude; I have NEVER been to a club prior to or after that where I felt like I’d be in trouble for being on drugs there lmao. Cheap liquor+mixer drinks were $25 and my friend got fucked over and they accidentally charged her like $60 for a single drink and then told her they couldn’t manually refund her and she’d have to dispute with the bank later. Worst part is that our friends ON ME AND ANGEL’S RECOMMENDATION had invited a group of THEIR friends who had NEVER BEEN TO A GOTH NIGHT BEFORE 😭

Then that same night I found out that molly really, really doesn’t agree with me 🥴 I’ve tried it in better environments and can confidently report this was actually unrelated to the bad vibes of the club itself; it would’ve happened no matter what. It turns out MDMA has the opposite effect on me that it has for others and when I take it everything gets sluggish and slow and I get really introverted and don’t want to be around people, and since I’ve never done this substance before I start freaking out thinking I’m like dying, I’m like in the bathroom with Angel and she’s trying to reassure me I’m fine while I’m there having a panic attack half naked in my puppy gear and cone and this group of people we don’t even know who paid $50 to get in are getting their first ever impression of a goth night this way LMFAO. Angel and I ended up leaving before midnight that night!! That’s how bad it was. We just drove home and spent the rest of the night laying in bed listening to music while I waited for the high to end. It was so terrible in the goofiest way possible. A friend says her most vivid memory of that night was just seeing me in the corner in my cone with my pupils blown out looking like I’m going crazy.

The reality is like, when you go out often you are bound to have bad club nights. And “bad” is very broad here. That might mean the vibe itself is dangerous or weird, it might mean it’s just not very fun, you get into an argument, something out of your control goes wrong… I’ve had club nights where I’ve ended up crying on the smoking patio, where the plumbing system in the building broke down and they had to kick everyone out in the middle of the night with no warning, nights where the vibes were just super off and we left ASAP because it didn’t feel safe, nights where the music is just really not good, where the wrong people show up, where I’ve gotten a migraine out of nowhere… it just comes with putting yourself out there into the world and embracing the multitude of possibilities that comes with being in the nightlife. For every weird / unpleasant night there’s going to be completely transcendent euphoric nights that remind you of what the whole point of being alive is. And best of all, even the bad nights often become funny or memorable or even sweet and nostalgic stories. The night I cried on the smoking patio I remember it was early January and freezing and a stranger let me borrow his jacket. “You look like you need it more than me but you have to promise to give it back.”

[skyward-floored]

Blog intro! That I'm finally getting around to after several years lol.

Hi there! I’m Peggy, Sky Floor, Floor, Skyward, or Peg if you like.

Basically any variation of my username is fine.

I'm a Christian girl, muddling my way through life 👍

This is my Legend of Zelda/Linkeduniverse blog, the home of all my Zelda stuff I reblog and create. I’m a writer and random theory person mostly, but I also draw and reblog a lot of stuff, talk about the loz games, and bust out various insane AUs every so often. I also never shut up. sorry.

Writing tag is #writing from the floor

Talk tag is #rambles from the floor

And my ao3, Skyward_Arpeggio

I also make an effort to tag everything for easy organization and proper warnings, but I can't catch everything. I do my best though. Also no political discussions or NSFW asks, please. I try to keep this a light-hearted space, so please respect that.

I'm always willing to talk Zelda/Lu, and have an unhealthy amount of lore memorized, so don't be afraid to shoot me an ask if you wanna chat :D

Some of my projects and AUs I'm working on:

Linked Universe Incredibles AU, an semi-modern superhero au, where I basically dumped the lu boys into the Incredibles movie(s). If you're looking for family stuff, superpowers, and way too much angst, this is the au for you. You can find it under the tag: #incredibles au, and all the writing I've done for it under: #incredibles au fic. (also on ao3!)

Brethren in a Cradle, my longest-running and most intense plot-wise project (with the very slow updates 😭). The chain gain an unusual addition to their ranks, and somehow Wild is a dad now. Wait, all of them are. Oops. Link to the fic.

Hyrule Dragon Warriors, which is a hyrule warriors au in which Link's dad is Volga, and his mom is Impa. Yeah. Family drama. You can find it under: #hdw au. (also on ao3!)

I have two original Zelda stories I'm working on, one that I just call Lost AU, and the other Hero of Sages, or Berry Link. Lost is about a Link who's corrupted very early in the story, and Zelda setting out to save him and the kingdom. While Hero of Sages is about a Link who has six older sisters... who happen to be six of the seven maidens needed to bring back Ganon. You can find them respectively under #Lost and #hero of sages.

You can also find my own all the links from the games go on an adventure together au at the tag: #Courage of Ages. There isn't a whole lot posted on here about them, but I always love talking about my boys :)

I have much more than this though, AUs/projects and other stuff I’ve written, but I'm going to put it under the cut (...still under editing so it's messy and unfinished!)

The past three years I've participated in the whumptober challenge! I did half of 2021's for lu, and in 2022 and 2023 I did all 31 days for lu! You can find the list for 2021 here, the ones for 2022 here, and the 2023 ones here (or find them all on my ao3 (see above), as well as some ao3-only bonus scenes!).

Kitty Wind, which is exactly what it sounds like. Wind touches Twilight's crystal, and finds himself as... a cat. A tiny, fluffy, adorable little cat. Needless to say, he isn't thrilled. You can find it under #kitty wind or read the fic on ao3!

A Royal Castletown Wedding

Accidental Domestication

Scales and Gills, a collection of Mermaid Legend fics

The Twilight Turns (true form au),

Pup is only a oneshot for now, but I have more fics planned for this idea! Dark Link goes back in time, and after the chain when they're too small to defend themselves. Unfortunately for Dink, he doesn't bet on them having protectors in the form of their predecessors.

Many Courses of Love

Up in Arms

Botw Dark Link AU

Downfall IAU

other aus(?) you're probably forgetting some so check later girl

[yourlocalbadgerscales]

My OFFICIAL intro post, since I never actually made one!

Hi!! I’m yourlocalbadgerscales ^^ My name is a reference to me being a Slytherpuff 💚💛

Yes, I’m a diehard Harry Potter fan and a Slytherpuff for life!

A little something about me then. I go by she/her pronouns and I am currently questioning my sexuality, but I’m pretty sure I am at least panromantic. And I feel like that’s all you need to know about my sexuality to know that this profile is a safe place for all you fellow queers (:

I feel like it’s also important to know that I am a teenager and therefore a minor, so any predators, please leave my profile immediately (I have already encountered one, sadly, and I’m new here! I made an account on Tumblr last week or so)!

But I do not mind making friends or just chatting with adults ^^

My interests:

• Music! I love singing and I want to learn playing the piano. I also love listening to music and I do it 24/7. My favourite artists right now are Conan Gray and Taylor Swift, but I also love a little bit of Eminem ^^ • Books! I read a lot, lately I have mostly read fanfiction but I want to change that, hehe. I also enjoy writing books myself (and fanfics).

• Harry Potter! I read the books when I was just a little kid, but I never really discovered the charm of Potterverse until last summer (when I btw realised that I was queer). I have strong opinions on many things in Harry Potter but there’s room for discussion! Feel free to comment on my posts and reblog, or just write to me privately so we can discuss!

• Marauders Era! I love the Marauders so much guys you don’t understand 😭 My favourite ships are Jegulus and Wolfstar! My favourite marauders era characters are James and Regulus!

•LGBTQIA+!

These are topics I will post a lot of stuff about on here!

Things I don’t like and won’t accept on my profile:

• Homophobes, transphobes etc.

• Racists

• People against feminism

• Bullies

• Snape apologists (unless you just want to have a polite, nice chat about your reasons and opinions, I love learning new things and trying to see stuff from a different POV!)

• Predators, pedophiles

• Trump supporters

• No picking sides between Israel and Hamas on here ‼️‼️‼️

• Nazis

• People who deny climate change

• People why deny that kids can have depression, anxiety etc.

• People who look down on other people with disorders or diagnoses

• Genuinely just people who look down on other, hate people for things they can’t control or are bullies. Yeah, you get it.

Other things to know about me:

• Don’t assume stuff about me

• I’m from Europe. Wtf is 5’6 and all that shi /j

• I don’t plan on showing my face on here. Ever. But I might reconsider.

• If you want to follow me elsewhere I am also on Pinterest and Spotify. Write to me and I’ll give you the links :)

• I am not diagnosed yet, however I am pretty damn sure I’m autistic and have ADD (ADHD), based on a lot of research and what professionals have said about me. So I am not self-diagnosed :)

• No slander of any kind on here. If you disagree with me or others here, be polite about it. I am kind of sensitive when it comes to destructive critism… learnt that the hard way.

• UNLESS I accidentally say something really hurtful! Don’t be scared to point that out! I can assure you I never meant to hurt anyone, if that’s the case.

Now you know a little more about me! I may have forgotten something so I might add stuff later!

I often follow back, BUT I would love if all my followers are just people who genuinely enjoy my content and not following me only to get more followers themselves.

Have a nice day and drink some water! ;) Your favourite badger xx ❤️

[lezabeththetheodoraimposter]

“no one can know I can tell what people will manifest as!!” why not? ability detecting is basically torture. u could save sooo many elves so much wasted time. and just how do u think the neverseen will use this against u?? it’s literally useless to them. but it is useful to the elves. like SUPER useful. people can spend their whole lives training w their abilities before they even manifest. like omg keefe cmon

edit (I put this in a reblog but don’t feel like reexplaining it so I’m putting it here)

I get what ur saying about Keefe not wanting the council to exploit him and that having all those ppl go to him but I really think that’s the only good reason which is still a very good one bc it’s about what HE wants (but also think of terik who did it for a bit then stopped but occasionally does it for some people) tbh the only good reasons are Keefe just not wanting to and that’s fair. but honestly I’m talking about the use of the ability and how in the grand scheme and when Keefe is in a better mental place that it can be SOOOOOO useful and like when he’s past all this and is happy and healthy then I would say he should tell ppl about it even if he doesn’t open up to “readings”

with a ability training thing that was one of my main points (tho I did put it in the tags and those go away when u reblog 😒) but ability training is literally TORTURE. like they put these like 11 year old kids in burning hot rooms for hours hoping to trigger a froster… like that’s soooo unethical idk what the councils reasoning for that is. it’s literal child abuse and I’m not even kidding. its brushed off but omg wtf. and imagine going through all that only to discover you were talentless and all that was for nothing. like that would suck

and for the talentless. keefe not wanting to tell ppl they are talentless is a very valid and good reason, but aside from that I think his talent would be more helpful. bc it would give talentless ppl more time to grow up and adjust to the predugist (hate bc I can’t spell 😭) against the talentless. bc even though they would have to deal w it from birth, isn’t that better than living a normal life w friends then BAM one day ur talentless and all of ur friends stop hanging out w u. like ur WHOLE world would be flipped and it’s better to give the talentless more time to adjust to it imo.

also the schooling thing u meantioned is another reason knowing ur talentless form the start would be helpful. BECAUSE THE TALENTLESS ARE PULLED OUT IF FOXFIRE WHICH IS SOOOOO MESSED UPP. like they go to foxfire for like 3 years then the council is like “haha no ability? sucks for u lol! go off to a different school where u know no one and make different friends yk just forget ur whole life up to now haha” like WTF. (honestly the bigger problem here is how the talentless are treated but we already know that has to change so this is about how keefe can help).

also it could give “bad match” couples where one of them is talentless (like Kesler and juline) comfort to know their kid isn’t talentless. And if their kid is talentless then it saves them years from worrying over it and the suspense of it all. Also I just think knowing ur ability from childhood and being able to train for it before u even manifested would be soooo helpful

but in the end of the day yeah, keefe just not wanting to is the biggest thing. and I might be remembering incorrectly bc I haven’t read the book in forever but I remember something about keefe thinking he accidentally triggered the triplets abilities which would be more problematic but idk if I’m remembering it wrong. but I do think like years after kotlc ends (or when ever he feels ready) keefe should defo start using his ability for good. like it doesn’t have to be everybody. it can just be kids of q talentless parent(s) to help their parents out yk bc if two telepaths have a kid then it’s obvi going to be a telepath u don’t need keefe to tell u that

also the main point of the pre-editted post was about how he doesn’t want the NEVERSEEN to know bc he thinks they might be able to use it against his friends. like how. literally how? what use is it going to do them.

[afriendlyblackhottie]

Pressure

Summary: Frank is your best friend and the two of you have feelings for each other, but he can’t seem to get his shit together.

Pairings: Frank (from Endings, Beginnings) x black!best friend!reader

Warnings: minors dni, smut, threatening to spank, daddy kink, rough sex, oral sex, unprotected sex, hint of breeding kink

(A/N: wooooow two so soon 😭 I mean I owe you guys. I did accidentally post this before so I’m glad I’m finally finished cuz I didn’t wanna just let this one go lol. Based on Pressure by Ari Lennox. Anyway thanks for reading. Like, follow, and comment with a reblog 💜✌🏾)

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Oh you fucking knew what you were doing right now.

Honestly he was a little confused by it right now. How one minute you’d been ignoring him. Acting like he doesn’t exist. Pissing him off.

Fine. Frank knew he fucked up. He fucked up a lot, what was one more thing. Even if he’d been trying to avoid that with you. Because for once he actually cared about someone. Not in a way where he only wanted to fuck you either.

Not that he didn’t want to do that either. Now. But even before that he doesn’t know. He likes hanging with you. Things were easy. He didn’t see you like that then.

Then outta nowhere it was like something had changed with you. Had started wearing your hair a little differently. Putting more effort into your makeup. Not that you weren’t cute as hell, but fuck it he doesn’t know. It’s like overnight you went from looking like his best friend to his dream girl.

It was not easy.

Deep down he knew he was always into you. Even if he didn’t want to admit it for a long time. You were just supposed to be Y/N. His bestie. The one his girlfriends weren’t supposed to worry about even if they didn’t want to admit that they did.

Except now it was clear that, that shit didn’t matter. His latest fling not able to make it as she’d been mad at him over this too. Not like he liked fighting with you over his girls. To you they were temporary anyway. You knew exactly what kind of guy Frank was. Maybe that’s why you found yourself wanting him so bad.

You’d always had a thing for men that didn’t care as long as they got what they want. Not that it was a good thing, but what can you say you had a type. One that had overlooked you for a really long time.

Now all of a sudden everyone had been acting differently as if you weren’t the same girl. All because you’d started playing with your look a little more. Suddenly you weren’t one of the guys.

Honestly you don’t know what you should have expected. Clearly Frank was preoccupied anyway. Hadn’t even said hi to you.

Whatever not like you hadn’t been ignoring him. He’d pissed you off anyway a few days ago. It was bugging you how different he’d been acting since then. As if it was your fault.

Then you get dragged out because your friends were tired of seeing you mope around. Even had you pre-game to really loosen you up. Not that you told anyone why, but seeing as how the two of you suddenly weren’t attached at the hip it was a mystery.

Now he was here and you were looking good, but so was he. The two of you trying to not make it obvious that you were staring. Getting a few peeks in as your group sat around talking to each other.

“Trouble in paradise?” Melissa teased. Everyone a little surprised when you didn’t give him a hug. Were still trying to avoid him. “Is that why you’ve been all emo lately?”

You chuckled, holding your drink up to your lips. “I plead the fifth.”

Maybe it was that you didn’t really know what to say. How to even explain it all. Or maybe you just didn’t want to.

Frank on the other hand seemed to keep going over and over in his head about what he wanted to say to you. Wasn’t sure if he should. It was kind of tempting to just do what he always did and just say fuck it. To drink his sorrows away. Do some coke and fuck them problems.

Except you’d made him stop doing shit like that and had turned him into a fucking sap for you. One whose stomach turned at the idea of you finding out if he did some shit like that again. Hated that he’d pushed you away.

Just didn’t want to embarrass himself all over. He’d done that enough the other day.

“Hey, Y/N,” he greeted you. Finally deciding to just do it.

“Hey, Frank,” you replied, through gritted teeth. Feeling bundles of nerves clench in your stomach.

“Oh come on,” he said. “Where’s my hug?” He asked.

You rolled your eyes as he stretched out his arm wanting so badly to tell him to fuck all the way off. But then it was hard seeing him all wounded puppy eyed.

Instead of completely rejecting him, you went in for a side hug. Only for him to grab you tightly. Making sure he could squeeze you.

“Can we talk later?” He whispered in your ear.

“Maybe,” you replied, but honestly you weren’t in the mood to start a scene.

“Don’t think I won’t ask again,” he said into your ear. “Keep asking and asking until you’re sick of me.”

“Do whatever you need to do,” you replied.

Not like he didn’t think you’d be stubborn. Of course you were. Couldn’t resist it.

Frank watched as you ended up outside with your girls. Going from shots to beers. Dancing with them.

He kept a close eye on you. Always wanted you to have fun and didn’t mind being the person to have to care for you after. Except if you were pushing him away he couldn’t exactly do that.

As you’d already been drinking it didn’t take long for you to hit the point of no return. Especially as some guy was trying to push all up on you.

He hates to admit it even as he could hear your voice nagging at him to back off in his head, but he just couldn’t. What was he supposed to do let you go home with some dork. Some other guy. Yeah that wasn’t going to happen. Even if you were pissed at him.

“Alright, I think you’ve had enough,” Frank said, swooping in.

“What?” You asked with a raised eyebrow. “I know you think you are, but you’re not the boss of me.”

Well what what the fuck was he supposed to do? Just let you go home with someone else right in front of him? Yeah the fuck right.

“Cut that shit out,” he replied. “I’m taking you home.”

“Let go of me! You’re not my daddy!” You said.

Frank narrowed his eyes at you. Grabbing your hand to yank you away. Like hell he wasn’t. You’d really, really pissed him off now.

It wasn’t like he didn’t know about your kinks. Had teased you enough the first time he found out. If anything that was what had gotten him to really start thinking about you after he’d gotten down joking with you.

So yeah you knew what the fuck you were doing when you called him that in particular. And he wasn’t going to just let you have your fucking way.

He didn’t give a shit if you wanted to be stubborn. “What the hell is your problem?” You asked him with your arms folded from the passenger seat of his car.

As if you didn’t know. Fuck. No one pissed him off like you did. Honestly he really should be taking it as a talent. How you seemed to be the one person he could love most but it meant that you could get under his skin like no one else could.

Hell even you were annoyed that you ended up here. Had been trying so hard to come off as uncaring but you were drunk and he always took care of you when you were drunk. Why would it change now. But you were supposed to be mad at him.

“You’re my problem,” he grumbled back. “Don’t act like you don’t know what you’re fucking doing.”

You scoffed. “And what am I doing?”

“Getting on my nerves,” was all he said.

That only made you roll your eyes. He was so damn annoying. “You better be taking me home,” you said, crossing your arms.

“I am taking you home,” he said in a huff.

“Really because it looks like we’re on our way to your house,” you said.

“Exactly. I’m taking you home,” he replied with a smirk not giving two shits about your attitude. That’s okay you wanted to act like this, he had no problem showing you how much it irritated him.

“Take. Me. Home,” you huffed, crossing your arms.

Frank rolled his eyes at your behavior. As if he wasn’t used to you being a brat. Even before your little makeover that’s how you were. A little fucking brat.

This was just the shit he had to deal with when it comes to you. And yet all he could do was be in his feelings thinking about how much more it made him want you.

Even as you went off on him in the passenger seat. He didn’t care. He wasn’t even listening. Just wanted to get you back to his place so he could shut you up.

“I said take me home!” You yelled at him as he pulled up outside of his place as he cut off the car. Still ignoring you as he took off his seatbelt and got out of the car. You pouting in the passenger seat with your arms crossed like a fucking baby. That’s fine. You wanted to be like that. He didn’t mind taming a little fucking brat like you.

“Get out of the car,” he demanded as you looked away from him. “Get out or I’ll snatch you out.”

That’s what made your head snap to him. Almost like you were considering it until you replied, “oh please you’re not gonna do shit.”

Oh you were really trying to irritate him. Had to know what the fuck you were doing by acting like this. Fuck you were so- he clearly needed to show you that he was not one to be fucked with.

“Hey!” You squealed as he leaned over you to take off your seatbelt. Grabbing your arms so he could do exactly as he threatened. Picking you up and not caring as you smacked at his body as he carried you up the stairs of his complex.

Frank was fucking over it. Over pretending he didn’t want you. Over you acting like you didn’t want him when he knows you did. Even if you were smacking as his shoulder me as you hung upside down over it.

“Let go of me!” You shrieked.

Frank set you down on the floor. Not giving you a chance to get steady as he pushed you against the wall and between him. “I’m taking you inside and you’re going to like it. Am I clear?” He growled, grabbing your arm to push it against the wall.

You bit your lip. Half a mind to tell him to fuck off and take you home again. The other part of you the stupid nagging on just made me look up at him with Bambi eyes.

“I’m tired of playing games with you” he grumbled. “Tired of you ignoring my fucking calls and shit. I text you and you don’t even fucking respond.”

Your lip trembled, looking away from him. “Yeah because you were an asshole. I didn’t wanna talk to you.”

Frank’s eyes settling on your lips as you spoke. “Baby, look, you know I wasn’t trying to hurt you-,”

“I actually don’t know that. You don’t exactly have the best track record.” Your eyes finally starting to feel all hazy. Fuck no. You did not need to cry right now. Not in front of Frank of all people.

He put a hand under your chin, making you look at him. Your eyes connecting with those soft baby blues of his. “Bullshit. You know what I think? I think you wish I’d hurt you. I think you wish I’d grab you by your hair and pull inside. I bet you wouldn’t have stopped me if I grabbed your ass and told you it was mine. I think that’s what all of this is about. You’re scared of me taking control, but it’s all you can think about.”

Frank pressed his nose against the side of your face as he spoke into your ear. Close as hell. Way closer than you’d think you could handle. Biting your lip to hold in a whimper that was threatening to escape. It was not fair that he was doing this to you.

“Tell me I’m fuckin’ lying and I’ll let you go right now, but if you can’t I want you to get your ass upstairs like a good girl and let daddy fuck you exactly like you’ve been in wanting me to.”

You felt so tongue tied as he spoke down at you. Hating how your body reacted to his threats. While it clearly wanted exactly what he was telling you, your brain was telling to to run away.

But fuck, his hands felt so good as they grabbed your hips. Your skin prickling under his touch. Nipples getting harder against your padded bra.

“Tell me you don’t want me,” he said. “And I’ll leave you alone. We can go back to being just friends and I can live with that, but if not then I’m ready to take the chance.” He swallowed.

Your bottom lip trembling as you finally answered. “You’re full of shit.”

“Yeah?” He asked. “Think so?”

You nodded, once again looking away from him. He did that shit were he made you look back at him again. “… no…” you finally admitted.

Frank rolled his eyes. “Sick of this shit. You’re mine. I’m yours. Got it?”

You nodded. “Yes, sir.”

He shook his head. “No. You know what the fuck I want.”

“I… you know I can’t just-,” you stopped to breathe. “Not like… that.”

“What not?” He asked, tired of you beating around the bush. Fuck it was all he could think about since he found out. Since he read that shit on your phone. Even back then.

Except the difference between then and now was that he didn’t have to worry about seeing you with anyone else. Yeah that was fucked up, but fuck he’d been so used to you keeping to yourself and now look at you. All glammed up and daring every man to get your attention. He couldn’t let someone else had it. Not after he was the one that had it for so long.

He never had to share you before, why would he start now. Good thing your stubborn ass got it together. And yet you were still trying to resist him.

“Because I don’t even know if I can trust you,” you blurted out. Hell may as well put all your cards out on the table. Why wouldn’t you. If you and Frank were going to do this, you were going to do it right.

“I’ve never given you a reason to not trust me,” he said, furrowing his brow.

“Bullshit.” You laughed. “I’ve been friends with you for how long? I know exactly how you are and as much as I can tell myself that I’m different, am I? I don’t wanna get attached and then-,”

Frank sighed, putting his hands on your arms. “I know. Okay. That’s why it took me so long, but, Baby, I’ve wanted you for I don’t know how long and I’m not about to fuck it up.”

“I’ll believe it when I see it,” you said, crossing your arms.

He looked down at you, blue eyes meeting yours. Not like he shouldn’t have expected you to be stubborn. “Okay.” He leaned down and kissed your cheek. “If I have to prove it to you, I will.”

You shrugged. “Okay.”

Frank tilted his head to the side getting a good look at you. Fuck you looked beautiful. Fine. You wanted him to prove it. He would. Bring on the pressure.

He kissed you again. This time with no intention of stopping. Happy when you didn’t either. Pulling you into his apartment. Tired of waiting to get you into his bed.

Your arms went around his check as he pressed you into the door once he closed it behind himself. “You’re mine,” he whispered against your lips. “All mine.”

“Then you’re mine, too,” you said.

“You know I am, Baby.” He went back to putting his lips on yours. Not being able to help himself and he couldn’t get enough. Unlike last time, he wasn’t going to let you get away from him.

“Ugh, yes,” you whined as his lips touched your neck. Your hands grabbing at his shirt. Fuck you wanted him bad. Much more than you thought you did.

“Sound so fucking good when you moan,” he said into your ear. Fuck he needed you. Had been needing you and now he was about to finally fucking have you.

Clothes littered the floor on the way to his bedroom. Before laying you down. “Take this shit off,” he said. Going to the back of your bra so he could unclasp it.

“Frank, I-,” you whined as he started kissing on your breasts. Taking one of your nipples into his mouth and making you let out a moan as soon as he ran his tongue over it. “Fuck!”

Fuck he could hear you make noises like that for the rest of his life. “Mine,” He whispered against your skin. Meaning every bit of it.

“Frankie,” you cried out, fuck his mouth felt so good on you.

It wasn’t what he wanted to hear, but fuck hearing you moan his name made his dick get harder against your thigh. Can’t believe it took him this long to do this. Should have been doing this for years.

He started kissing down your body ready to get you out of your panties. “Not yet,” you whined. “More.”

Fucking brat. “I know, Baby, but I need to fuck you.”

“But,” you stopped to let out a little mewl, “it felt so good I was so close.”

“You were gonna cum from me sucking on your tits?” He asked.

You nodded. “Uh huh,” you whimpered.

Well, that was definitely noted. Seeing how sensitive you were was making him crazy. “Can’t believe it took me this long to find out what a needy little slut you are.”

As soon as he got to your center and was able to hook the little fabric around his fingers so he could finally tug it down. Frank whispered a fuck under his breath as your wetness came into view. Not sure he could have even stopped himself when he put his mouth on your pussy.

“Ah!” You gasped out. Hands going to Frank’s hair as his tongue worked your clit. “Fu-fuck,” voice turning into a whimper.

His hands looped under your thighs to spread you out even more. Fuck he felt like he was at a feast with how yummy you were. Could definitely see him being addicted to this.

“Don’t stop-,” you threw your head back, as he licked down to your opening. Fuck, he loved how vocal you were.

Your stomach clenched and you instinctively put your hand against your clit. Only for him to smack it away so he could do it.

“Right there!” You sobbed out. “Fuck, Frank- Frank- Frank, you’re gonna-,” you stopped to hiccup, “you’re gonna make me cum!”

Hmmm, as good as the idea of that was the idea of you cumming around him was so much more tempting. “Not yet, Baby. You cum when I tell you.” He peppered kisses along your thighs.

“No! Please! I need it!” You begged. “I’ll suck your dick after.”

Frank laughed. Fuck you really were a little slut. How the fuck did he miss this. Meanwhile you were trying to force yourself to dial it back a little. Couldn’t help it how far gone you were. Felt like he’d already fucked you stupid and you hadn’t even had his dick in you yet.

He climbed back on top of you, not caring about your protests before pressing his lips to yours again. “Want you cumming on my dick first. Show you that nobody can do you like I will. Need to ruin other men for you.”

As if he already hadn’t.

“Do you have a condom?” You asked.

He raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, but I’m not stopping,” he said as he spread your thighs apart as he lined your entrance up with the head of his cock.

“Wait, what?” You raised an eyebrow.

“I’m not wearing condoms when I fuck you. This is my pussy. If I get you pregnant then so fucking be it,” he said and fuck you hated how hot that sounded.

The anticipation made your stomach turn. Could you really handle this? Fuck he was big. Could you even take him. Not like he was giving you a choice at this point. Not like you didn’t want it.

“But-,”

“Are you on birth control?” He asked.

You shook your head. “You know I’m not.”

“Good.” With that he pushed the tip in. Making you hiss as he inched in deeper. Mouth dropping open as you looked between the two of you. Watching as he filled you up. “My pussy. I’ll cum in it as much as I want,” he whispered in your ear.

Not like you could try to hide how turned on that made you. Not with how fucking wet you were. Not the way you were trying to suck him in as your pussy clenched around him as soon as it could.

Frank bit his lip as he looked down at you. Grabbing the back of your hair so you had to meet his eyes. Smashing his lips to yours again. You gasped more against his mouth. Barely giving you anytime to adjust to it.

“Tight little cunt, fuck,” he groaned as he started to move. Your face going into his neck

“Frankie!” You mewled, as he fucked into you.

He grabbed your hair so you had to look at him again. “Eyes on me, Baby. Want you to look at me when I make you cum.”

Nodding as you bit your lip. It was probably for the best you didn’t know his dick was this good sooner. Better than the fantasies you’d built up in your head.

Pussy getting tighter around him as you were already pent up after being denied before. “‘m gonna cum,” you whimpered.

“Do it, Baby,” he whispered against your lips. “Cum for me.” Lips hovering against yours as he said. “Be my good girl and cum for me.”

You nodded. Face screwing up as your chest shook. Letting out a cry, nails digging into his back as you did what he told you to. Cumming around his dick. Pussy clamping down and forcing him to slip out.

“Frank!” You cried out his name, clinging to him now.

He scooped you up. Letting you cling all you wanted. Looking down into your eyes cuz fuck you looked beautiful like this for him. He needed to see you like this way more often.

Then he could help himself as he put his thumb against your clit. Making you put your hand against your mouth as you cried out.

Frank grabbed your hand. Bringing it up. “Nuh uh, I want my fucking neighbors to hear you when you cum on my dick. Let everybody know I’m fucking you good.”

You nodded and sniffled at that. Still trying to hold it in as your head went back again. Fuck.

With her his finger went to your opening. Pushing two fingers inside your pussy. “Fuck, did I just say?” He asked.

“I- ugh- I,” felt like you couldn’t get your head together. The pleasure becoming a little too much. Your body reacting to it all like this was the first time you’d ever been fucked.

“Can’t speak now?” He asked, with a raised eyebrow. “You were talking all that shit earlier though.”

Using his fingers to bring you on the verge of another orgasm. “I’m- ugh you’re gonna make me cum again!” You whined.

“Then do it,” Frank demanded. Putting his face in yours. Daring you. “Say my fucking name and cum for me.”

“I-,” you brought your legs up holding the back of your thighs. Toes en pointe. Wanting to give him as much access as you could as he leaned back on top of you. “Frank,” you gave in to exactly what he asked for. Why even fight it anymore.

“That’s right. That’s my fucking girl,” Frank growled as you squirted on his fingers. Rubbing you a little more furiously so he could prolong it when he felt the wetness hit his palm. “Fuuuuuuck, Y/N.”

“Ah!” You screamed out. Letting go of your legs as you tried to inch back. Not that he would let you. As soon as Frank realized what you were trying to do he wrapped an arm around you, holding you in place. “Frank! I can’t!”

“Yes you can,” he immediately replied. Not at all willing to take that as an answer. “Be a good girl and take it for me, Baby. Don’t you wanna be my good girl.”

You nodded with a whimper. “I- yes, but- ah!” Had gotten way past coherent thought.

Frank grinned as he noticed that look in your eyes. Leaning down to kiss your nose. Fuck you looked beautiful all dressed up, but like this? No this was all for him. Yeah fucking right he’d let you go home with some other guy. And let him take his place? Fuck that. You were his and you and everyone else needed to know that.

With that, he got back on top of you. Not giving you a minute to adjust as he fucked back into you. Suddenly feeling incredibly territorial. You needed to be the first one to know that you were his. “Whose pussy is this?” He asked.

Nails scratching into him as you whimpered. “It’s yours.”

Fuck. Frank felt himself ready to burst at that. Sounded so damn pretty coming from your lips. Needed to hear it again. “Whose pussy is this?” He repeated.

“It’s yours!” You sobbed.

“Cum for me one more time,” he grunted, feeling his orgasm getting closer but he wanted you to let go one more time. Didn’t need you thinking he was selfish for your first time. “Want my pussy cum for me.”

With his words he felt you tighten around him again. Cries come from your lips as you did as he told you to. Finally giving himself permission to do the same.

Frank pushed his cock in until he was right against your cervix as he finally came deep inside of you. Hips rocking with a slight edge as he tried to push his seed deeper into you. As if this was the mark you needed to keep other men away.

Finally he stilled. Laying his head on your breasts. Breathing deeply as he collapsed on top of you. Scratching your fingernails along his back as the two of you came down from your highs.

By the time he rolled off of you, you didn’t think you could even move. Body frozen as the aftermath of sex and booze finally getting to you.

Frank pulled you into his arms. Kissing the side of your head. “I love you,” he whispered. “Always have. Always will.”

As Frank looked down at you after noticing how quiet you were after his confession, he chuckled seeing you sound asleep. That’s okay. You’d talk in the morning.

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“Ugh,” you groaned as you opened your eyes. Peeking them open to the dark room around you. Head pounding and swirling at the same time. Once again feeling like you needed to throw up.

Sitting up and to pull the blankets off. Looking down at your naked body as everything from last night came flooding back. Shit. You were on his room. But where the hell was he?

Sure he talked a good game, but you knew Frank. What a flake he was. All he wanted to do was party and fuck and it’s not like you blamed him, but if he was serious as he said then he needed to keep that energy.

Like why the hell wouldn’t he be here as you threw up. Though maybe it was much less embarrassing alone.

You brushed your teeth after. Hopping into the shower to feel a little less gross. Climbing back into bed after putting one of his t-shirts on to fall back to sleep. Groaning as you wish you’d gotten a water bottle or something. Can’t believe you’d gotten that drunk last night. How embarrassing.

Resting your eyes again, mind wandering to the sex. Fuck. Can’t say he didn’t do you right. He might be full of shit but at least he fucked you right. Asshole couldn’t even be here right now.

“Y/N? You awake?” You heard him whisper into the dark. As much as you wanted to jump up and let him know you were awake to talk some shit to his face, you were too goddamn tired.

You peeped your eyes open to see his keys laid on the nightstand, his running shoes in the corner. Figures he’d still go for a run even after getting laid last night. You could tell he’d already showered by how good he smelled. Wanted to bury your nose into him. “Y/N,” he whispered softly. “Wake up, Baby. We’re going out for breakfast remember.”

Your heart fluttered at the nickname. Groaning as you thought about getting up again. “No,” you groaned.

Frank couldn’t help it as he smiled. Stubborn girl. “You okay?” He asked.

“No,” you repeated. “I just threw up. I don’t wanna go anywhere.”

“Ah, shit. Want me to order something? I can do that.”

You nodded. “Please?”

Frank pouted. Leaning down to press his lips to your temple. “Alright. Whatever you want, Baby.”

There goes that damn nickname again.

Waking up finally, you looked like the old you. Natural hair out and braided so that it was out of your face. Beautiful no matter what you did.

After ordering breakfast and getting you water, he climbed in beside you. Burying your head into his chest. Sure you were trying to be stubborn but you couldn’t help yourself. He was just so cozy.

You sat up, reaching for your cup. Taking a sip. And welcoming the feeling of your stomach starting to settle.

You drifted off again. Getting way more comfortable than you meant to with your head on his chest. Him peppering your head with kisses. Ready to lay there as long as you needed him too.

“No,” you mumbled, grip tightening on him as he tried to move out from under you, waking you up.

Frank chuckled. “I have to get the food.”

“Nuh uh,” you groaned.

He swatted your butt before taking a handful of it into his palm. Not able to help himself. He didn’t care what you’d say about it. This was his ass and he wasn’t going to keep his hands off of it.

Lucky for him you didn’t make a move to get him to stop. Why would you after last night. “Fine you stay here and I’ll-,” he tried moving out of the way except you held onto him tighter. He couldn’t help it as he smirked to himself at your reaction. His needy fucking girl. “Here how about I carry you to the couch. That better?” He asked.

“Mhm,” you mumbled into his shoulder.

It’s not like he didn’t have the habit of spoiling you for as long as the two of you had been friends. It really was only a matter of time before the two of you hooked up. Had already turned him into a sap for you.

Frank laid you down on the couch. Kissing your forehead before going to fetch the food despite your protests for him to stay. Brat.

When he came back, setting the bags on the coffee table, you hardly wasted anytime. Climbing on his lap as if you couldn’t go a minute. Frank smiled to himself, kissing your cheek. “Needy girl.”

You scrunched your nose at his words. Even though he was right that didn’t mean you weren’t in denial about it. Instead you reached for the remote going to Netflix as you ignored it. Asking him if he wanted to watch the show the two of you had been binge watching together.

“Surprised you didn’t finish it without me,” he said, taking the food out of the bag.

“I was tempted to,” you replied.

“But, you didn’t,” he added, holding your sandwich up to your face to take a bite before taking it out of his hands altogether.

You finished chewing, looking over at him. “I mean, it’s not too late to,” you replied. “Make you suffer through Selling Sunset.”

Frank looked at you and rolled his eyes. “Hell no. Put it on before I spank your ass.”

You stiffened at the threat, looking up at him before doing as you were told. Oh? So that was the magical button. Huh. He could really get used to that.

You got up after to wash your hands and throw your stuff away when you were done. Frank staying right where he was except when he needed to use the bathroom. Then taking back his spot next to you.

“So where’s Maya?” You finally asked him, eyes still focused on the screen. “I thought the two of you were kicking it or whatever.”

Frank chuckled. “Yeah we were. Shit changes.”

“Clearly.” Okay so obviously you were still upset with him. And no amount of breakfast food would fix that. Hell he thought his dick would have shown you that. What the hell had even happened. You’d went from being all over him to irritated all over again.

“Look…” he started. “Okay come on. No way you’re still mad. I thought we were good,” he replied. Really not wanting to fight. Couldn’t things just be simple already.

You crossed your arms across your chest suddenly wishing you’d put on pants or underwear. It wasn’t even that he wasn’t right. More so that you didn’t want him to be.

“I don’t know how many times I’ll have to tell you I’m sorry until you believe it,” he said, pulling you closer. Sick of you being so far away. Especially since you were his now whether you wanted to argue about this or not.

“Look… when I kissed you that day, I really didn’t mean for it to end up like that. I was in my head and Maya had been complaining that I was spending too much time with you,” he explained. “So I thought fuck it why not maybe I really do and then I don’t know when things didn’t stop-,”

“Yeah I was there we don’t really need to rehash this,” you cut him off.

“But, we do,” he asserted. “Because for the first time in a long time, Babe, I realized… I felt something and it scared me.”

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, yeah, i know everyone wouldn’t stop talking about how perfect you were together.”

Frank sighed because holy shit how were you not getting it. So goddamn stubborn. What was he supposed to do with you. How the hell were you not getting it!

“I’m not talking about Maya!” He replied. “Fuck, Y/N. What don’t you get!”

“Then tell me! You’re the one being weird!”

“Because I’m in love you with you, you jerk.”

That’s when time had felt like it had stopped. Both of you suddenly holding your breaths. Your mouth dropping open then closing.

Frank shifted his eyes away when it became clear you weren’t going to say anything back. “… forget I said anything,” he said, ready to save himself further embarrassment.

“Don’t…” you suddenly said in a small voice. One he doesn’t think he ever heard from you before. “Don’t say that again…”

“Well, you’re not exactly responding, okay?” He scoffed.

“… I just… you can’t say that and not mean it okay. Once you say it you can’t take it back,” you whispered.

Frank sighed watching as your lip quivered. Tilting his head to the side so he could get a really good look of you with your eyes all round. “I’m not gonna take it back,” he replied.

“Promise?” You asked holding out your hand, extending your pinky finger.

This time he chuckled. Fucking nerd. “I promise.” Hooking his own pinky with yours.

You bit your bottom lip, feeling like you were scared to make even a peep again. His confession rendering you even more confused than before. On one hand, shocked. On another hand kind of feeling stupid for being so mad at him.

But, then there was another part…

One of the reasons his reaction had pissed you off so bad because you thought out of all guys, Frank wouldn’t be the one to leave. That the two of you finally kiss and then the two of you stopped talking. It fucking hurt. He should have been here kissing your ass after that. It made you feel so… you’d had a rough few weeks.

So now he was here telling you why. Honestly he was lucky you didn’t tell your brother on him. Had been wondering how could he do that. And now…

“What’s wrong?” He asked, noticing how quiet you ended up getting again. The way your eyes seemed to get all shiny. Ah shit. “Please. I want us to be able to talk to each other. I’m sorry for not being around, but we’ve never not talked to each other. I don’t wanna lose that.”

“You ghosted me,” you said. “It- it fucking broke me, Frank.”

Yeah he knew he was an asshole for that. He didn’t mean to ghost you. It wasn’t like that. He just… fuck he was an ass.

“I know, Baby,” he said, finally pulling you into a hug finally just pulling you into his lap. Holding onto your little . “I’m sorry. I’m so, so, so sorry. And I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you, okay?” Frank kissed the side of your head. Nuzzling you with his nose. “I’m sorry, Baby. I’m sorry.”

He could feel your tears getting his shirt wet. All he could do was hold you. Fuck he hated that he made you feel like this.

“I’m sorry,” he repeated. “I know. I was an asshole.”

Not like he wasn’t already aware. Not like you hadn’t seen him treat other women exactly the same. Fuck. No wonder you’d been so mad at him.

“I’ll make it up to you, okay?” He whispered into your temple. “Do whatever I need to. I’m sorry, Baby.”

You sniffled pulling away. “I like it when you call me Baby.”

“Yeah?” He asked, he put his hand under your chin.

“Yeah,” you whispered softly.

“I like calling you Baby,” he whispered back.

“Are we gonna be one of those annoying couples that are always telling each other to hang up first?” You asked.

“Oh? We’re a couple now?” He asked as a smile spread across his face.

“No. I said are we going to be.”

“Ha,” he laughed. “We just might be, Baby. But first, let me make it up to you.”

You nodded. “Okay. How?”

“Well, first of all, I don’t want us to have sex again until the time is right. I don’t want you to think I’m just trying to hit and quit. I want you to trust me.”

Frank grabbed your hand. Lacing your fingers together. “Are you sure?”

“Mhm,” he replied, leaning over to kiss your temple again. “I’ll do anything to prove myself to you. Make you trust me.”

“Ok,” you whispered, head laying on his shoulder as you stayed curled in his lap.

Couldn’t believe the two of you had finally made it this far, but now that you were this was it for him.

[thewandererh]

💜💙❤️finally designing some jashlings for myself…after a full year of knowing chonny…

⚠️TW // GOREY CONCEPTS, BLOOD, NOOSE/RED ROPE IMAGERY, DESCRIPTIONS OF AGONY

i have pages of designs for the three that i doodled in my school sketchbook, and honestly i can’t pick one so i’m using ✨all of them✨. switching em out yknow?? maybe i accidentally created a bunch of aus instead of characters(??) because they all have loops that happen in different ways, or maybe they *are* the same but in different loops—the chonny paradox. anyways uhm some fellas to mention: nerd mind, merve (<3), deltarune soul, roe, toy-style soul, tadc mind (half an accident), a rabid heart, simon mind, an awesome enby soul…heart with heart-eye glasses but then disruptivevoid reblogged someone’s cute render of the same idea— (honestly, lmao)

the gangs all here !!

but anyways I want to show off one design of soul in particular that has become an extremely fast favorite between me and my fellow rain-jash friend Sluggx!! it’s kinda gorey so i don’t know how to censor it :[, but the image is small so scroll past if the warnings above irk you. but uh. say hi to Dyadracide—a word i coined that means “to kill the duo”

me and my friend sluggx are going FERAL for him,,

ft roe and corona 🔱👑☀️

had the idea of designing a buttload of minds a bit ago, then recently this week i decided the same for soul. doodled him at school, then showed him to my friend via whiteboardfox :]. i draw Dyadra semi different now than there, but all his design is the same. rope neck that coils up inside his body when not in use, oversized pointy teeth (went monochromatik style with human teeth originally but nah), frizzly uhkempt hair, and a trident through his head. he’s always bleeding from the roof of his mouth, whether the trident is retracted into his skull or not. i love him so much😭💛. he has a full body and even a cute little gut but that’s kept for later for now. consider this a teaser of my inner workings :monk_devious:

ive been drawing him *SOOo* muchhh aaugha…can’t wait to show you when i can :]. building a batch of art for a tumblr post that i’ll dump later today maybe. get ready for some fun and gore galore~ (its not too gorey, just the trident-through-head-hes-always-choking-on-his-own-blood concept in full force. yummy ideas have to be explored huhu)

and off i go to have a late brunch. i always write these when i have something else to do lmao. *bites into omelette*

[daryltwdixon]

Hihi! I’m here with some writer’s asks (sorry if it’s a lot 😅)

🍓 ⇢ how did you get into writing fanfiction? 

🕯️ ⇢ on a scale from 1 to 10, how much do you enjoy editing? why is that?

🥑 ⇢ you accidentally killed somebody, which mutual(s) do you text for help?

🥤 ⇢ recommend an author or fanfic you love

🌻 ⇢ tag someone you appreciate but don't talk to on a regular basis

🐇 ⇢ do you prefer writing original characters, reader inserts, or a mix of both? 

🧃 ⇢ share some personal lore you never posted about before

🧸 ⇢ what's the fastest way to become your mutual?

📚 ⇢ what's the last thing you wrote down in your notes app? 

❄️ ⇢ what's your dream theme/plot for a fic, and who would write it best?

🏜️ ⇢ what's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work?

🍦 ⇢ name three good things about a character you hate

🦴 ⇢ is there a piece of media that inspires your writing? 

☁️ ⇢ what made you choose your username?

🧩 ⇢ what will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately?

Thank you sm for the love 😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️

🍓 ⇢ how did you get into writing fanfiction? 

when I was part of the 1d fandom in 2012ish I wrote a tonnnn of fanfiction on my blog 😅 I had no business writing and reading so much filth

🕯️ ⇢ on a scale from 1 to 10, how much do you enjoy editing? why is that?

oy vey. Honestly, id give it like a 6, it’s not terrible but rereading the same thing over and over again will make me crazy after awhile LMAO I do like it cause I’ll write a pretty basic outline of a scene out then go in and fill in where I can to add layers and texture!!

🥑 ⇢ you accidentally killed somebody, which mutual(s) do you text for help?

@chockholdsillegal not saying we’d be great at covering our tracks but this my homie right here (and your job might help us be able to get rid of evidence in a way other people don’t have access to 🤔)

🥤 ⇢ recommend an author or fanfic you love

forever and always will rec @heathermason6060 like holy shit their Matchmaker Merle pt 1??? Serial killer rick and daryl??? 🧑‍🍳💋

🌻 ⇢ tag someone you appreciate but don't talk to on a regular basis

@weirdoneattheparty your internet sleuthing is incredible and more people need to appreciate the work it takes for the shit you are able to dig up

🐇 ⇢ do you prefer writing original characters, reader inserts, or a mix of both? 

I like reader inserts ! Writing them and reading them personally! Like partially yes I am the character but also they are their own character at the same time w a totally different lore than me and putting myself in their shoes is just as fun. Like would I make all the decisions fmc would? No but im not about to complain about a character acting morally gray or making bad decisions cause if they didn’t there would literally be no plot lmao

🧃 ⇢ share some personal lore you never posted about before

speaking of lore hmm you want like normal? I own my own pet sitting business on the east coast in the US :) I’m also a surrogate baby and have a bunch of half sibs that I’m close with now as an adult!

🧸 ⇢ what's the fastest way to become your mutual?

slide into them DMs and let’s be friends OR if you reblog good stories or write interesting stuff! I also follow people who regularly comment on my writing cause I love you sm

📚 ⇢ what's the last thing you wrote down in your notes app? 

here’s a screenshot of something I saved for Heart of Us inspo! I have a long note of drabbles of dialogue / scene ideas and screenshots of things I find so this one was from tik tok

❄️ ⇢ what's your dream theme/plot for a fic, and who would write it best?

god as cliche as it is I love a good and juicy love triangle. I also love when reader/fmc is able to handle herself and is tough as nails. I mean I’m literally writing the fanfic I want to see so idk what else but also I love @heathermason6060 because she writes an amazingly desperate and needy daryl so whenever I need a hit of that to my system I go to her ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

🏜️ ⇢ what's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work?

honestly I love any and all comments when they’re kind! But esp when someone is like “holy shit” lmao or even just a really nice “can’t stop reading this” or “so glad I found this” I’m telling you comments make my day and make me want to keep writing!! I love any and all!! ❤️

🍦 ⇢ name three good things about a character you hate

ooof… well I’m gonna go with a character I hate at this exact moment in my rewatch which is Eugene. Let me complain then I’ll say something nice. EUGENE YOU WERE SO EASY TO MAKE THE FLIP TO NEGAN YOU ASSHOLE WTF. Ok nice things he’s v smart for someone who was a liar / fraud he still knows how to do SO MUCH !!! He also was v kind when he told negan’s wives he knew they were there not of their own volition and didn’t want to take advantage of them. I also understand why he flipped to negan so readily because they treated him so freaking well and he was always being ridiculed and told he wasn’t enough back w his old group!

🦴 ⇢ is there a piece of media that inspires your writing? 

Other than the obvious in watching the show, god I love music. Whenever I hear a good lyric I’m like oh shit I need to base an entire story around that or the feeling music will give I’m like this is how daryl would feel or fmc would feel when this and that happen!! Poetry is also a huge one, as seen above with my recent screenshot to my notes.

☁️ ⇢ what made you choose your username?

when I’ve been on tumblr before I knew short and sweet is usually best, and the fact twd fit so well into Daryl Dixon I said let’s try this lmao and it worked!! So now I am Daryl the walking Dixon lmao

🧩 ⇢ what will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately?

this goes for books/novels as well. You need to show me how a character is feeling, show me the scenery, the atmosphere instead of TELLING me. My favorite example of this comes from Harry Potter which does way better to explain than I could writing out everything:

Instead of “Harry started crying”, in GOF it says “The thing against which [Harry] had been fighting on and off ever since he had come out of the maze was threatening to overpower him. He could feel a burning, prickling feeling in the inner corners of his eyes. He blinked and stared up at the ceiling.”

This goes for atmosphere/scenery too! What the heck are the smells! The sounds! What does it feel like!! So whenever fanfic or books do nothing to embellish any feelings I usually click out or DNF

[skzdarlings]

hi darling!! i had to come here to tell you how much i enjoy the fifteenth heir story so far. i’ve read it twice already and definitely won’t be the last! the vibes are sooo deliciously eerie🧡

i saw a commenter pondering what happened to her father, and they mentioned if he could be a wendigo. that unlocked a part of my brain i forgot about, as i loved watching game playthroughs many years ago of a video game called until dawn which depicted wendigos. i started rewatching the playthroughs this weekend for some good ol’ nostalgia, and did a little googling, and learned that wendigos are usually depicted as stag like creatures with long arms, and can be spirits that possess people into becoming cannibalistic creatures/wendigos. so based on that, all the dots connected, the creatures in your story appear to be wendigos, or at least very inspired by them! i absolutely love it. wendigos are a special kind of horrifying, and fit so well as part of a faerie-verse, especially in regards to a cannibalistic faerie who eventually eats his 14 older brothers :) and i actually reread same but different not long ago and initially didn’t remember it being scary, but upon rereading it and the details about the bone-leaf creatures and the faeries without their glamour, oh i can totally see now how the universe can easily become horrifying, so i love even more that you went a more horror-forward route to depict faerie jeongin’s story. it just fits so well. i’m obsessed. i’m not always super into scary or disturbing stories, so when i say i love something like that, i really mean it!!! ugh and don’t get me started on our fox-wolf dimply faerie prince trying to save us. and giving us sweet treats. what a man💖

so yeah, just wanted to gush and say i’m so excited to see how the story unfolds and everything you have in store for this equally magical and horrifying faerie-verse✨🫶🧡🍁

omg tumblr is not alerting me to new messages hello 😭 anyway HI!!! 😊🧡🧡🧡 thank you so much for both your reblog and this message oh gosh I always look forward to your comments, thank you so much!!!

i have to be totally honest, there’s lots of fun faerie stuff coming up in the story but i don’t know anything about wendigos and any similarities are purely and totally coincidental omg that’s interesting they accidentally hit the mark though haha!

but yes either way this is definitely a more horror-centric/dark fantasy approach to the faerie world. I love the potential darkness lurking under all the glamours and this story really gets into it w some nasty bad guys but a very good ending 🤭 im so excited to post more and i hope you will enjoy what’s to come!

thank you again so so much 🧡

[lino-jagiyaa]

whiplash | jung jaehyun

day 10 of the february birthday event | masterlist

genre: fluff, angst, housemates to lovers, hurt comfort(?)

pairing: jaehyun x sick!female reader

warnings: mentions of throwing up, arguments

word count: 1k+ (1,460)

you and jaehyun had a falling out but it led to him taking care of you while you caught a cold

a/n: so sorry this is so late, it was supposed to be posted on jaehyun's birthday and now it's literally the 25 of feb 😭

leave a reblog if you enjoyed my work <3 please do not spam like.

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“can you clean up after yourself at least!?” jaehyun yells from your shared bathroom.

“what-“

“like seriously, i’m sick up having to move all of your shit off the counter anytime i want to use it. we have drawers and cabinets for a fucking reason, y/n why can’t you just do one simple task?” he walked out of the bathroom now, walking towards your spot in the living room.

“jaehyun…”

your sentence interrupted again, this time by three sneezes in a row. “sorry. i’ll clean up my shit.”

you started to walk towards the bathroom but he caught your wrist before you could. “hey, do you have a fever? are you okay?” he looked sincere now, disregarding his tone and stance from before.

“here, let me check your temperature-“ you push him away before he got the chance. “it’s fine. i got it. gonna go clean up the bathroom and head upstairs for a nap.”

“you sure? look, i’m sorry i blew up at you. i just hate the bathroom counter being cluttered. but you’re sick, let me help y-“

“i said it’s fine, jae. i’ll clean it up by myself.” you sigh

“but what you can do for me is go to the store and pick up some medicine for me and some soup, okay?”

you thought for a second, then shook your head. “no, that’s all. thanks.” you half smile and walk away to the bathroom.

—

you hadn’t realized until you closed the bathroom door behind you had to throw up until you hurled yourself over the toilet and let go. apparently, jaehyun hadn’t left yet and had heard you. he quickly ran to the bathroom and called your name. when you didn’t answer, he assumed he was right and opened the door to hold your hair back.

“there you go, i got you.” jaehyun speaks in a soft tone, rubbing your back to relax you.

you were embarrassed to say the least. head leaning over the toilet while your housemate held back your hair.

“i’m okay now, jae. you can go to the store now. i don’t think i’m gonna throw up again but i’m gonna take a showers real quick and lay down.” you speak, voice hoarse now

“okay, call me if you need anything, yeah?”

“i will. thank you.”

you reached a hand up to him, signaling for him to help you get off of the floor. and he brushes stray strands of hair out of your face.

“tie your hair up so it’s not in your way. i’ll be back in a bit.” he smiles, handing you a hair tie.

—

since jaehyun wasn’t home yet, you decided to go to your room to lie down and watch some tv while you waited for him.

you could tell that he was trying to come in quietly, but failing. he accidentally bumped one of the bags he was carrying on the front door while trying to close it.

"shit," he said under his breath, trying to be quiet in case you had already fallen asleep.

after putting everything that needed to be put away in the kitchen and warming up some soup for you, he head upstairs to your room.

he gently knocked on your bedroom door, which was slightly cracked. "y/n? you awake?"

"mhm, you can come in."

"oh, um i got you some medicine and just heated up some soup if you're up to eat right now. if not, i can leave it in the fridge for later." he smiles, waving the bag of medicine to show you.

"i can eat now," you respond, reaching out to grab the bowl from him.

"great, i also got you something else that you can have once you're done." he smiles

"oh? you question, sipping your soup.

"yup, it's nice i promise. i just wanted to find something to lift your mood a bit..."

"and to apologize for earlier."

"so, like a bribe, huh?"

"no! not at all-"

"i'm kidding. but on a serious note, jae, i told you it was fine. you were just frustrated and i understand that. it happens. and we're talking about it now so it's fine, really. okay?" you smile

"okay."

"but, i'm done with my soup now and I wanna see what you got me." you grin

he grabbed the bowl from you, "alright then, take your medicine and I'll be right back." you nod and grab the medicine from your bedside table.

—

"i'm back."

jaehyun now stands in your doorway now, holding something behind his back. "you ready for your present?"

"and if i said no?" you smirk

"here." he laughs, placing the gift bag on the bed in front of you.

it was a large bag. nonetheless, you grab the bag and give him a questioning look, nervous to see what was inside since the two of you only ever gave each other gifts on birthdays and holidays. excluding valentine's day, which happens to be today.

but when you finally looked inside, you saw a teddy bear that had hearts on its paws, a bouquet of three pink roses, four of your favorite candies, a small candle, and at the bottom of the bag was one of jaehyun's hoodies you would always steal from his closet when you were sick.

"wow, jae... thank you."

"do you like everything?" he asks, nervous now

"very much, yes."

"you even added the hoodie i always steal from you." you laugh

"mhm, figured you'd want it today especially since you're sick." he smiles

"it's valentine's and i didn't get you a gift though. i feel like a bad roommate now, thanks jae." you jokingly roll your eyes.

"i- i mean it doesn't have to be a valentine's gift if you don't want..." he drifts

"it can be... i want it to..."

"you do?"

"yeah."

"so... you gonna put the hoodie on or what?"

"face the wall then i will."

"you're taking your shirt off!?"

"so? turn, dummy."

he huffs but quickly swivels around to face the wall like you had instructed him. fidgeting with the rings on his fingers. but also silently smiling to himself, happy that you liked his gifts and wanted them to mean something more than just a gift.

"okay, i'm done. you can turn around now."

he could hear the smile i your voice but decided to ignore it for now.

"wanna make a blanket fort?"

"you're gonna get sick, no."

"y/n, i live with you. i'll get sick anyways. plus this gives me another reason to cuddle with you." he says, not making eye contact

"i can't stand you." you respond, "but whatever then, go grab the extra blankets from the living room. I've got more than enough pillows and plushies for the both of us."

"did you even hear the part about wanting to cuddle?"

"oh, i did. but i want to cuddle too so..."

"you're blushing." jaehyun giggles

"shut up, oh my god."

he dodges a pillow you threw at him before running out of the room and down the stairs to get the blankets.

when he came back, you had already set up some pillows on the floor and scooted your tv on the floor to face it.

"put those on the floor right here. make them overlap and then add this one over the bed here," you instruct

he complies and once the two are finished making your fort all comfy, you grab your new stuffed animal and snacks. turning on a movie to watch.

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halfway through the movie, you caught jaehyun not so subtly stealing glances at you. you pretended not to notice but it was getting harder since this time he was staring for at least a minute. you decided to whip your head around and ask him what his problem was.

"what?"

"nothing, you're just really pretty."

"bullshit. i look awful right now."

he shifts to sit up, to fully look at you and you follow suit."

'i'm serious though, sick or not."

"jae..."

you look away from him but he placed a hand on your cheek and turned your face back to him. grabbing you with two hands now, he cups your face and leans in to press a soft kiss to your forehead, neglecting the movie from earlier.

"i like you, you should accept it already," he whispers, tucking a stray hair behind your ear.

"yeah... i'll pass."

"just come here." he pulls you into his arms

"you know we're not just friends anymore, right?"

"yup."

"good."

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