#i was sad to wake up because i would love to be fake married to a gay oncologist who gave me money and was my bff

[hueseok]

( 01. ) EASY MONEY, EASY LOVE.

you and namjoon have been married for five years.

despite being strangers who solely exchanged wedding vows to trick his filthy rich family into giving him his inheritance, being part of this scheme is surprisingly easy. he’s out of the country most of the time, you’re being compensated for being a model wife, and there are only a few things you two have to to do in order to keep up with the whole guise of being a happy married couple.

with less than three months to go until you get divorced, namjoon comes back from a business trip and stays with you at your shared house, waiting until d-day with the aim of sending off your odd friendship with a proper farewell. but it’s weird, because just when things are supposed to be easiest—that’s when everything is suddenly becoming complicated, and the two of you realized once again that there really is no such thing as easy money (or easy love).

pairing: namjoon x reader

word count: 3.3k

rating: NC-17

content: fluff, angst, marriage of convenience au, strangers to friends to lovers au, dash of fake dating au, and they were housemates au???? | ft. chaebol!namjoon + travel photographer!namjoon; office worker!reader

warning/s: swearing, mentions of a sickness, mommy issues, unsupportive family, depictions of loneliness / sadness, character death (no major characters though!), mentions of falling of a cliff bc of clumsiness lmao (nobody dies dw)

[ chaptex index. ]

EPISODE 01. the one with the emergency !

you shouldn’t have been too confident. if only you’ve been more humble and less greedy during your hike earlier with your workmates for the bi-annual team building event, you wouldn’t have literally fallen off the side of the cliff and ended up spraining your ankle pretty bad.

what were you thinking, honestly? you’ve never been an active person ever in your life. you hated cardio, you hated sweating, you hated waking up early in the morning to do exercise—yet for some reason, you were pumped for the activity that was scheduled for today. it’s the reason why as you were trudging along the trail with your co-workers, yapping and laughing loudly with a close colleague, you didn’t notice that a particularly huge rock on your way set you off balance and caused you to sway to your right, plummeting over the ridge with a loud yelp.

it’s a good thing that there were paramedics stationed at the base of the mountain where all of you were trekking on, perhaps anticipating for an incident like yours to come along that’ll have them doing their duty. as soon as your team leader used the walkie-talkie given to your group to call them for their help, there were four people with bright orange uniforms aiding you, checking your condition and placing you on a stretcher before carrying you to the monorail where you’ll be transported back down.

haein, your said close colleague, accompanied you as they brought you to the infirmary.

“were you possessed by an athletic ghost?” she asks once the doctor finished treating your sprained ankle, now advising you to get a bit of rest. “what made you think it was smart to walk too fast? you must have been crazy.”

“i must have,” you say, laughing because you rather laugh than complain about the pain that you’re feeling. it’s subsiding at the moment, thankfully, but you can only imagine what the next few days are going to be for you due to the injury. “god, i’m happy though that i didn’t get to roll all the way. if that happened, i would have suffered a greater fall and then i’d be on the news.”

“yeah. you’d be a legend to the company too. we’d make an altar in your cubicle for a good few months.”

“i’d be the story that hiking guides would share to the hikers to scare them into being careful.”

“we’d pay tribute to you at every christmas party. we’d make a slideshow and present that during the whole event.”

“really?”

“of course. i’d be in charge of making the powerpoint even.”

you stare at her, haein staring back, and then the both of you burst out laughing. you’re grateful that she volunteered to be with you when the paramedics declared that they needed to bring you down—although in the back of your head, you do think she’s just being a good friend as an excuse to not walk her way back to the ground with the rest later on after they reach the top and enjoy the magnificent view.

“by the way,” she takes a seat on the chair beside the bed you’re situated in, “someone named kim namjoon is going to pick you up and drive you home.”

the second his name tumbles out of her lips, you’re snapping your head towards her, shocked. “what?”

“when you passed out a bit after the fall, i got your phone and did the thing to make it call your emergency contact. he’s the one who answered.”

“namjoon answered?”

“yup.”

“but i… i don’t remember making him my emergency contact.”

“well, like i said, he’s the one who answered.” she shrugs. “why? is he an ex or something?”

you press your lips together, suddenly panicking at the thought of namjoon arriving here.

there’s nothing wrong with namjoon, really. he’s a pleasing person to have around: genuine, kind, and full of profound thoughts that you can’t help but hang onto every word he says. however, as haein made evident, no one knows about your relationship with him and true nature of it—and you’ve done everything you can in the past year and a half since joining the company to keep it that way, deeming it unnecessary to disclose the fact that kim namjoon is your husband when the both of you aren’t bound to stay married forever.

to you, he’s just a ridiculously rich man who needed to get married for at least five years in order to get the full amount of his inheritance from his grandmother.

to him, you’re just a middle class woman who needed money to pay for her sister’s leukemia treatments, introduced together by a mutual friend who knew that both of you can benefit from each other’s situations.

in other words, your marriage with him isn’t technically real. and it’s why you rather not let anyone in your workplace know that he’s your husband, especially since you’ve managed to keep a low profile about it all these months. you don’t want to give your officemates a reason to gossip about you in the present time or when you divorce namjoon—the latter frankly scheduled to happen in less than three months from now.

****

namjoon arrives an hour later.

you take notice of him immediately while haein’s babbling about the book she recently read, recognizing him as the tall man who enters the small clinic, going to the desk to talk to the staff waiting there. you watch as the latter points to where your bed is, namjoon promptly turning to your direction, your gazes meeting before his eyes focus on your sprained ankle, expression contorting in a mix of confusion and disappointment.

beside you, haein taps your arm, noticing namjoon’s arrival as well. “is that…?”

you swallow hard. “yeah, that’s him.”

“holy shit. he’s hot.”

“don’t—” you grit your teeth. “don’t say that. it’s weird.”

“why? i have eyes—i’m just saying what i see.”

“yeah, but—”

“are you weirded out because he’s a relative? like your brother?” haein cuts you. “wait, you mentioned before that you have a sibling. is that him?”

“he’s not a sibling.”

“then who—”

namjoon stops on the foot of your bed, causing haein to shut up now that he’s within earshot. he’s still staring at your ankle, like it inflated to twice its original size, and you actually don’t know what to say. although you’ve developed a close friendship over the years of this sham marriage, you always seem to restart whenever he returns from a business trip of his—and it’s only been a couple of days since his return to south korea, having just come back from spain for his latest project.

it’s worth mentioning too that you feel strange having an audience like haein around that renders you clueless on how to act.

he lets out a slow whistle, crossing his arms. “and you say i’m clumsy.”

you huff out a chuckle, namjoon grinning that releases the charm of his dimples.

“uh, i’m haein,” your friend stands up from her seat and extends a hand out, obviously enthralled by how handsome he is. “i’m the one who called you using ___’s phone. namjoon, isn’t it?”

namjoon shakes her hand. “oh, yes. it’s nice to meet you.”

“wow. you have a very tight grip.”

“haein,” you scold, slapping her wrist that causes their handshake to cease. if it isn’t apparent enough, haein doesn’t have a filter nor cares enough to stop saying the first thing that comes to her mind. “stop being weird.”

she turns to you. “i’m not being weird. i’m complimenting him.”

“how is commenting how tight his grip is a compliment?” you demand.

“it’s a compliment because i’m making it clear that i find him strong,” she explains, focusing on namjoon again. “sorry. do you feel offended by what i said?”

he appears amused. “not really.”

“see?” haein tells you.

you’re about to quip back a reply when she beats you to it.

“anyways,” she says and namjoon stifles a laugh, “if you don’t mind me asking, how are you and ____ related?”

at the question, you send him a signal with your eyes, asking him not to tell the truth, regardless if that’s wrong of you to do so. one of the things you had to keep in mind upon agreeing with this arrangement is that neither of you should ever deny the marriage whatsoever, a precautionary measure because you two were that paranoid that the news might reach namjoon’s parents.

from the looks of it, despite namjoon understanding where you’re getting at as you give him the most bizarre expressions, he does the opposite (perhaps mainly due to what was explained above), resulting into you hanging your head low, waiting how haein will react at the revelation that will be served on her plate.

“i’m her husband actually,” namjoon says casually. 

haein cackles out loud. “husband?” she repeats. “that’s really funny—you’re a funny guy. but seriously, how do you two know each other?”

he raises an eyebrow. “i’m not joking.”

“sure you are, but this girl right here isn’t married.” she does a show of holding you in an affectionate headlock. “she doesn’t even have a boyfriend.”

“did she tell you that?” he’s teasing, glancing at you for some sort of confirmation.

haein averts her attention to you. 

you look at them, switching from namjoon to haein to namjoon and back to haein. 

“i mean…you never asked, and i never said i was single,” you tell haein, shrugging and acting as nonchalant as ever.

it’s half the truth, ‘cause as far as you’re concerned, you’ve been diligent in always wearing your wedding and engagement ring. you even make it a point not to appear interested in any offers of blind dates or group dates to ever imply that you’re single as well.

she gawks at you, like she’s waiting for you to take back what you said. “are you being for real right now?”

“i am.”

“if this is some elaborate prank—”

“it’s not a prank,” you say. 

there’s silence, and then she practically screams.

“YOU’RE MARRIED?” haein bellows, attracting everybody’s attention inside the infirmary. “we’ve known each other for more than a year and only now do i discover that you’re married?”

before she can berate you and force you to tell her your entire relationship history, namjoon’s asking for your bag and helping you sit up, aiming to lead you to the car waiting outside. haein almost stops him, declaring with conviction that she literally can’t wait until the next office day to get the full scoop, but he kindly reiterates what the ER doctor he spoke with earlier said, insisting that he ought to bring you home as soon as possible so you can get the rest that you need after over exerting your body for today’s hike.

“everything. you need to tell me everything on monday,” she says when namjoon goes out for a minute to deliver your bag first to the vehicle. she’s giddy and jumpy and very hyper about what you can guess is because of her latest discovery. “also, i’m sorry about calling your husband hot earlier. i wouldn’t have done so if i knew.”

you grin, appreciating the fact that she felt the need to apologize for that. “it’s no biggie. you didn’t know.”

“yeah, which you really should apologize about.”

“i’m sorry.” your grin only stretches wider. “i’ll buy you a matcha latte on monday to make up for it.”

her face lights up.

you share your farewells as namjoon returns, namjoon saying goodbye to haein too. she leaves first, remembering that she needs to inform the rest of your co-workers that you’re fine and headed home, and once you and your husband are alone, he takes a good look at you again.

“should i carry you?” he asks.

you blink at him. he may be reliable, but he is also extremely clumsy. “you’re not asking the right questions, joon.”

“wow. you can really be cruel sometimes, you know?” he laughs. “then should i get a wheelchair?”

“no wheelchair please. i think i can walk to the car just fine.” you begin standing up.

“you sure?” he doesn’t even let you answer that, his hand just naturally goes to support your elbow. “you might fall.”

you pause, calculating how many steps it’s going to take until you reach your destination. you’re fine, really; your good foot is perfectly walkable and you’re convinced it can take the burden of not having its pair in ample condition. however, you might need to hold onto namjoon for you not to fall halfway like he already stated, and you’re not really keen on being that close to him no matter how amazing his cologne smells even a few inches away.

“a wheelchair would be ideal,” you say.

namjoon chuckles, nodding and getting it with the assistance of a staff member. 

in minutes, you’re on the passenger seat and he’s climbing on the other side. you don’t expect it but you’re relieved at the thought of coming home earlier than planned. though you’ve conditioned yourself to enjoy this team building and take this time to get into camping, you were horrified when you learned that there wouldn’t be any shower rooms or portable toilets at least at the area that you’re heading at after the hike, this retreat meant to give each one of you the raw camping experience.

come to think of it, perhaps it was your subconscious that prompted you to inflict this accident on yourself in order to avoid shitting on the ground in case your stomach hurts.

“comfortable?” namjoon glances at you. “you can recline the chair if you want to sleep.”

“oh, okay. thanks.” you smile. 

he smiles back, starting the engine. you subtly watch him while he does that, admiring how he seems so adept in driving now compared to when you first met him. you remember his reluctance in the past to drive due to his fear of messing up, yet he managed to drive for approximately two hours in most likely gravelly roads to get where you are.

“thanks too for coming here, joon. i hope i didn’t bother you. honestly, i don’t even remember putting you as my emergency contact,” you sheepishly add.

“no problem, and i think hoseok did,” he says. “i remember him mentioning that i should put you as mine before.”

hoseok is the mutual friend that introduced you both together when namjoon was still trying to find a fake wife to obtain the full amount of his inheritance in five years time. he was aware of namjoon’s ploy and knew that you were in need of money during that year as well—and so putting two and two together, he set up a ‘date slash chemistry test’ between you and namjoon and reckoned that you could be great help to one another regarding your respective needs.

“that makes sense. i just don’t know how he did that without my knowledge.”

“well, nothing’s been impossible for hobi, so…”

you agree with a snort.

“by the way, i should mention this before you doze off,” he abruptly halts as he’s beginning to drive off, “mom’s inviting us to dinner this weekend. she heard that i was back in the country and wanted to see how i am.”

you gradually digest that information. “okay. is everyone going to be there?”

“yes, based on our last conversation.”

“should i be prepared for anything at all?”

he seems to find the inquiry funny. “no. just the usual.”

“meaning i should block off every passive aggressive comment your mom makes about either my choice of clothes and social status, right?”

“pretty much, yeah.”

you let out a groan.

“i’m sorry. i would have declined her request but she wouldn’t stop pestering me about it.”

“god, i just really don’t like your mom, joon.” you say. “or your dad. or your older brother. i don’t like everyone, basically—except your pet dog, hiro. no offense.”

“that’s fine. i don’t like them either.” he shrugs, carrying on driving. “plus, you know i’m on your team. i’d defend your honor to death.”

“of course. it’s what makes attending these things tolerable.”

“well, if it makes you feel better, this might be the last family function you’d have to attend.”

you raise your eyebrows, recalling the reason why. “woah, shit, you’re right.”

in less than three months, you’re getting divorced and namjoon’s getting even more money than he already has.

in less than three months, he’s going to share some of the portion of what’s left of his inheritance and it’ll be the last time you’ll receive financial help from him.

it also might be the last time you’ll be with him in general, and though there’s a side of you that’s glad not to be tied down anymore, you can’t say that you’re glad of possibly losing contact with namjoon, having grown fond of his presence in a way.

facing him, you blurt out the first thing that occurs in your mind. “when we get divorced, can i keep my engagement ring?”

namjoon chuckles. “that’s up to you. there’s no reason for me to take it back.”

“but what if you fall in love with a woman someday and think about proposing to her?”

“then i’d buy a new ring.”

“but wouldn’t that be impractical? given that you already have an engagement ring? i mean, this costs so much i could probably buy a lot and a house with it.”

“yeah, but that’s yours. it’d be horrible of me to give her a ring already worn by my first wife.”

“first wife,” you repeat with a dramatic scoff, lips curving upwards regardless. it’s cheesy and tickles your insides. “that trip to spain changed you, joon. you’ve been too flirty since you returned.”

that coaxes out a full laugh from him. “my apologies. it’s a habit at this point.”

“what is?”

“pertaining to you as my wife.” he shrugs. “isn’t it the same for you?”

“pertaining to you as my wife?” you joke.

the dimples make a reappearance. “you know what i mean.”

you think about it. had it been the same for you? there’s not a lot of occasions wherein you have to call namjoon as your husband. your dad isn’t present in your life, your relationship isn’t good with your mother to constantly chat with her, and as for your little sister who was the root cause of why you got married to namjoon…

well, she’s in a better place right now. far better than this crazy and scary world you’re living in.

“i guess,” you say, but your tone isn’t convincing.

“hm, it does seem that way according to what just happened with haein.”

you wince. “sorry about that.”

“don’t be, i understand. i’ve been gone most of the time since you got hired in your new company—and we are separating in a few weeks.”

“time flies really fast, doesn’t it?”

“yep. we used to think that it’ll take forever before the five years are up.”

“true. we kept on suggesting a backup plan if ever we fight and get sick of each other.”

“yet here we are, still happily married.”

“ugh, there you are again!” you accuse and he laughs out loud once more. “are you enjoying cringing me to death?”

namjoon doesn’t answer, a big grin plastered on his face as he continues laughing, groaning eventually when you start slapping his arm because of how it’s obvious that he truly is enjoying this.

“____,” he complains, laughing still, “stop, i’m driving!”

you follow as he says. “you’re the worst.”

“i forgot how easy you are to tease.”

“shut up.”

he snickers, doing a zipping motion against his mouth.

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[dumbseee]

boyfriend!iwaizumi when you’re a famous idol.

iwaizumi hajime x fem!reader.

genre: fluff.

warnings: bad english/grammar :p /mention of the kpop industry (in here, dating someone is less taboo than it is in real life) / first work so it’s not that good.

_

after high school, you left japan for south korea, you always had this dream of becoming a kpop idol. during your time in seijoh, you were already known for being an amazing dancer but also for your angelic voice.

iwaizumi would always brag about you to the volleyball team, oikawa would tease him about you leaving him for a famous korean actor, after you became famous. to which, iwaizumi would respond with a kick in his friend’s back. truth be told, he was actually very scared of what the future had in store for you two after high school. he didn’t know if long distance would work for you, or if you even wanted it in the first place.

during your last school day, iwaizumi walked you back home, like he always did, but he seemed out of it and almost, sad? you asked him what was wrong and he told you that if you wanted to break up with him to focus on your dreams, he’d respect your decision and always support you. he couldn’t even look at you, tears starting to form in the corner of his eyes as he tried his best to keep a straight face. his words surprised you and broke your heart because you never knew that iwaizumi could be so dumb to think that you’d break up with him like that. "no matter the distance, it will never make me forget about how much i love you, hajime."

so you left for south korea and he left for america to study. you two called each other everyday, when you two were too busy, you’d try to call at least twice a week. iwaizumi was busy with school and finals took all his time while your trainee program took up yours. but somehow you two made it work. a few years later, you debuted as a soloist and sold millions with your first album whilst iwaizumi came back to japan after graduating, and became an athletic trainer for japan national volleyball team. you couldn’t be prouder of him, and you were his pride. he streamed all your songs, putting them on speaker while the boys would practice, he brought all your albums and watched the variety shows you were featured in. he was basically the president of your fanclub. and he wasn’t ashamed of it.

you two always made sure to go together on vacation in a foreign country, where kpop wasn’t really the thing. the distance actually strengthened your relationship since being apart of each other for so long, made the reunion better. you knew iwaizumi was it for you, and he was also your muse for your music. your fans often joked about how inspired and how deep your love songs were. it made you laugh to read all their theories about you being married to a farmer. if only they knew…

iwaizumi never minded being your secret boyfriend, he actually liked it that way. he didn’t know if he could bare being in the public eye every time. knowing that you were south korea’s sweetheart, being your public boyfriend would mean saying goodbye to his peaceful life, and iwaizumi wasn’t ready for that. well, he wasn’t ready yet. one day, he woke up to his phone being blown up by messages, actually tons of messages, from the groupchat he shared with the japan national team. he even had missed calls from oikawa, and all his close friends.

shoyo: IWAIZUMI-SENPAIIIIII

SID YOU SEE HHE NEWS???

kageyama: learn how to spell, idiot.

ushijima: blowing up his phone isn’t the best way to announce something like that.

bokuto: HAJI-SAN IT’S TERRIBLE ARE YOU OKAY??

atsumu: JUST SHUT UP

let the man wake up peacefully damn

shoyo: IT WAS TO BE A FAKE NEWS RIGHT??

bokuto: YEAH L/N-SAN WOULD NEVER DO THAT

iwaizumi: what the fuck?

ushijima: you should check twitter, hajime.

iwaizumi had frowned, but went on twitter, an app you forced him to subscribe to. apparently it was the genz’s newspaper. to his surprise, your face was all over his feed, it wasn’t surprising because he liked everything about you, followed dozens of fan account and basically became a fan account himself. but what surprised him was seeing those big account talking about your "relationship" with a famous korean actor.

"l/n y/n, the famous soloist who stole everyone’s heart with her heartfelt songs and beautiful looks, is dating a/l a/n!"

his eyes widened as he typed your name to call you immediately. his heart was beating so fast as he didn’t know how to feel about this. of course it was fake news, right? he knew you’d never cheat on him, you loved each other and iwaizumi couldn’t see his life without you in it. he quickly became aware of how much he loved you and how important you were in his life. without you, iwaizumi would be nothing but an empty shell. "hajime? thank god, i tried to call you!" your voice made him release a breath he didn’t know he was holding. "you saw, right?" your voice was small and for a second he thought that maybe you called him to announce your new relationship with this dumbass actor. "yeah, it’s not that fun to wakeup to your friends blowing up your phone and news outlets talking about your girlfriend’s relationship with that fucker." he rubbed his face with his free hand. "these idiots took pictures of us while we were in cabo and thought it was a/n. apparently you two look alike." he heard you chuckle which made him feel warm inside. he hated the fact that he doubted you for a second. suddenly, an idea popped up in his head, a crazy one but still. "you have an award show in a week right?" he asked you, a smile tugging at his lips. "yeah, why?"

well, iwaizumi’s idea was indeed crazy but you didn’t care, you were down for it. and as your name got called in the category, "best female artist", iwaizumi was next to you, he stood up before you could even understand what was going on, and he kissed you. showing to the world, that you were his as much as he was yours. it was a crazy way to launch your relationship to the world, but you didn’t care, because as long as you were together, nothing could happen.

[greghatecrimes]

okay so! @oddlittlestories and @sirensongster expressed interest so i will tell the story.

i’m 23. however in the dream i was in my early thirties, and it was the early 2000s. I was still dating my girlfriend, and Wilson and House were in a relationship. For some reason he and I decided it was financially and socially beneficial to both of us if we got lavender married and bought a house together. but it was like… totally separate bedrooms, he was always with House, I was always with my girlfriend; he was casual about his “wife” having a wife. We were the kind of roommates that would have a drink and watch tv together after work. That sort of “lesbian and gay guy are best friends” lavender marriage. Wilson definitely gave me a cut of his sick doctor salary and my girlfriend and I were SET (and as someone who was working as a barista at the time it felt like i was living a life of luxury in that dream w/the money from him lol).

if anyone ever accused me of being a lesbian or Wilson of being gay, Wilson and I would pretend to be appalled because obviously we’re so in love. the rock solid proof of us being “straight and so in love” was not hating each other’s guts and occasionally holding each other’s hands. and maybe a chaste kiss on the cheek that would make us both die inside (both from the hetero-ness of it and from trying not to laugh). and then we’d go to the movies with my girlfriend and House and the two (actual) couples would pair off to hold hands and kiss in the back of the movie theater when it’s pitch black. and everyone would call us the Best of Friends but it was actually the Greatest Love Stories Of All Time for Hilson and a pair of lesbians.

did I ever tell y’all about the crazy dream I had where Wilson and I were in a very amicable lavender marriage

[thefusioncelestial]

Mix 5: The Rich Bear

Here is Tyler:

Nature boy disguised as park ranger. Very out doorsey, loves camping, and an astrologist. Apparently, the lack of light pollution, many night shifts in the woods will introduce you to the stars. And he wrestles bears, races with the deer, swims with the fishes, and lord knows what he does with birds. Sings with them? Basically the Avatar of the Park. And in all his time as a park ranger, poaching has gone down to zilch in his nature reserve.

And then there is John:

The city boy. You would think he was a typical rich play boy. But its an act. When you are put together & don't have to work a day in your life, a lot of people want to use you to get to that status. He spends his waking hours funding charitable causes through art auctions. Yes, the fake play boy has an artist side. Very good for fashion tips too.

They both know each other. They hated each other in high school. Something about being rivals io the same basketball team back in the day. The clashing energy pushing their team to win state every year until graduation. They started out at different colleges. But depending on who you ask, they followed or stalked each other because they ended up at the same uni for the actual undergrad work.

Tyler studied Zoology. John, Fashion Design. And despite not sharing a single class, they ended up at the same club: Scuba diving. The experience inspired them in different ways, and before graduation, they buried the hatchet. They made a promise. If they were not married in five years, they would meet up at a certain park at its main pavilion. This wasn't a marriage proposal, they just were curious on how two different life trajectories could lead to the same resort of being single.

John could have married anyone. He was well liked, well known, and never struggled for a thing. His relationships just ended when he found out their motives or at least his perception of such. His money. One scheme was marriage, divorce, and then a rich alimony. Another, she didn't need to marry him, just get her pregnant. He hoped Tyler was having a better time...

But Tyler never tried. He put his full focus into animal related work, and found he could do the most good as a park ranger. He liked the outdoors too. He could be a bit much, at least once or twice or week, he would go out working shirtless. Something about a better connection to life. Thank god he didn't turn into one of those online life gurus. He figured John would have baby mommas all over the city by now. The ladies were al over him in Uni. A new girlfriend every week. Tyler shuddered at the child support payments. Especially once the court knew he was loaded.

And that was the life, avoiding baby traps, and snapping bear traps, but eventually that date came closer.

At first neither of them were going to show up. What are the chances they both messed up? But they went anyway. A change of environment helps anyone no matter the settings.

Knotfield Park. A giant hilly grass land with pavilions on selected hilltops. The one this pair aimed for was the biggest one in the middle. John came in a Mercedes-Ben, & Tyler a park ranger truck.

They both arrived at the pavilion at the same time. They were both surprised.

"Uncommitted Playboi," Tyler blerted.

"Senator Moosefarts," John responded.

A few moments of awkward silence passed before they both broke into a smile and hugged each other.

John started. "Who knew we striked out unlucky. A rich boy with nothing to do, and a nature boy living it up with bears."

"How did you know? Were you spying on me?" Tyler asked.

"Word got around that the God of the Wild emigrated to the US and I investigated. Come to find out, it was you being you. No matter how much you hide from the world, it finds you. Maybe we should switch lives..", John said, ending in a sad tone.

"All I got is money. Doesn't lead to healthy foundations in the relationship department," he exclaimed.

"Bears scare off the ladies you know." Tyler quipped.

"So what now?" he asked.

"You know I work in auction houses right? So, I get a peek at a lot of stuff with a lot of history. Snagged one for this occasion. It's ~~~Magic~~~." John said enthusiastically.

Tyler remembered that John was into supernatural stuff when he was in high school.

"How is a magic item going to fix our problems? Is a genie's lamp? First wish: never ending apple pie.." Tyler licked his lips.

"Haha, no. A magic mirror. One from ancient Mesopotamia." John Said.

"Historical trash. We going to admire ourselves into a new future?" Tyler said sarcastically.

"Moosefarts, the mirror works as a fortune telling device. You put a piece of your own hair on the polished surface and point it to the stars, and it illuminates the way."

It was now night time. The stars clear in view.

"Let's try it." Tyler said.

"Oh?" John said in confusion.

Tyler already cut off a piece of his hair to put on this mirror. John quickly did the same.

"Why at the same time, Playboi?" Tyler asked.

"Why not." John responded.

He pointed the mirror at the sky. Nothing a happened.

"Maybe you are doing it wrong, Maybe the stars don't give enough light. Point at the moon," insistently said by Tyler.

"Someone is a bit excited by my expensive trash." John Smiled.

He tried the moon, and then the etchings around the mirror glowed. Both Tyler & John could read it for some reason, and they both said

"Two paths, under the moon, converge as one. The source of life, a river."

The mirror's polished surface glowed brighter and brighter until they were both glowing. A light path formed from their feet forming two light roads. Leading to the nearby forest.

"You see what I am seeing?" John asked.

"Yes." Tyler responded.

Tyler trusted his instincts and started following his path.

John hesitated, and then following Tyler's example to not be outdone, followed his.

After 30 minutes, they were in the middle of the woods. Skinny trees, it was fall time to, so not much foliage blocking the way. A lot of brown leaves on the forest floor tho.

Their paths eventually converged, a figure cloaked in light was at the convergence point. They couldn't make out any features except it being humanoid shaped.

"Do yo trust me, John?" Tyler asked.

"This time sure, I got you into this." John joked.

They both walked closer. But as they did. They became enamored by this being. They never stopped walking, and soon they were up real close to it. And yet they didn't stop. They were inside the glowing figure. John half way on one side, Tyler the other. Was it a hologram?

Just then, the light exploded and the two best friends were jerked forward. They smashed against each other & then turned into light particles. They floated for a bit and then swirled around the glowing figure.

The swirling lights that was once John & Tyler converged inside this light being in waves, smashing into it. Each time, the light being gained distinguishing features and became more solid, the light glowing dimmer.

The first wave: The humanoid being was now a skeletal frame surrounded by light.

The second wave: the nervous and vascular system started growing like vines and grew around in and the skeletal frame. A brain was forming.

The third wave: organs and & muscles were formed. It looked like one of those life sized cadaver models of the body without skin.

The fourth wave: Blood starts pumping and skin is formed.

Mentally, John & Tyler were confused. They were inside this light being & at the same time swirling around it.

The fifth wave: They understood. The light being was them. Both of them. In a sense they met their future self and he used the past to bring himself to the present. They were broken down into light and used to make him. Their destiny was to become one and chart a new future. Strangely, they excepted this. Life always brought them together. Maybe that was the hint that they were one being in two bodes. And now they shall be whole.

They gave in. Their minds were broken apart and put back together as one mind.

The sixth wave: John & Tyler's dna was mixed together and added to being. With this set of new instructions, the generic body began to morph.

Tyler's physique was used as the template. The skin tightened & etched Tyler's features the neck down. Loud stretching noises were produced. The biceps bulged out and the shoulders & pecs grew with a popping noise, but John's physique was added as well, and the H body shape was more fleshed out, like being pulled from both sides from the waist. The skin was fighting against this and so he became more cut, and his veins became more visible.

John's face was used as the template. The features morphed to copy John's but soon Tyler's characteristics had their say in this. The eyes became more sunken, the lip color more towards the skin tone. The ears moved to be more like Tyler's. When it came to hair, it was short cut like John's but darker like Tyler's. John's hairline won out, but Tyler's eyes would be used. Tyler's jawline and chin would win out, but John 's potential for facial hair gave him a lowkey grizzled look. The chin was a combination of both, long & thick.

Tyler's ass would form on it, and in the front, John won out. He was well endowed and needed no upgrading. Like his chin, his jewels would get hairy. But Tyler had better leg days from being out in nature, but it would use John's feet. Though for this new being its leg muscles got bigger and stronger than Tyler's, thanks to John.

Throughout this process, he would not make a sound. No moaning, no grunting. The only noise being made was from his body forming. He would find that he had a high pain tolerance.

The Seventh wave: It was shirtless like Tyler likes to be, but it had John's denim jeans.

The final wave: Their life force was added. The light built up again and let out a quick, but bright flash. He was alive. He slumped to the ground and began breathing air. His lungs sucked in the oxygen like a pair of black holes.

Who was he? This was the true final step. The name he chose would solidify the merger of the best friends, there would be one mind going forward. Just say who you are.

He stood up and opened his eyes:

I am James. His jeans became unbuttoned. He fixed that. He would need to get some new clothing.

What does he do in life? Run's charities to fund wildlife refuges. He spends his life between city & nature. James felt a sudden rush of confidence. It was his Tyler half pushing away what kept John from forming relationships: a fear of commitment. He knew someone, Analise. And with John helped push away Tyler's social anxiety. He kept his love of nature but would not selfishly keep that to himself. And with John's money, he could hire a team of new park rangers to protect Tyler's old park. He would still wrestles bears, race with deer, swim with the fish, and lord knows what he does with birds. He would just not do it alone anymore.

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No Good Deeds [George Weasley x Reader]

Part 6

Part 1 2 3 4 5 6

Pairing: {George Weasley x Reader} mentions of previous Fred Weasley x Reader.

Timeline: Set a few years after DH, loosely following Canon.

Summary: A few years after Fred’s death, the investors of Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes demand changes to the name. All it would take is two years of a fake marriage to fix the issues, but no good deed goes unpunished.

Warnings: Fake marriage trope because we love the cliché. Mentions of death (Fred). Friends to lovers. Slow burn but mentions of kissing and eventual smut. Swearing. George calls us Angel. Drinking. SMUT. The smut has arrived! P in V, oral (both). Angst, sadness, grief. Tags will be updated with each chapter. Not Beta-read or spell checked.

Waking up beside George Weasley was an absolute dream come true, far beyond your wildest imaginations. Light was creeping in through the thin voile curtains of the bedroom, casting everything in the room with an ethereal glow that only added to the sense of fantasy you had since waking. You were still naked but covered by the duvet that you'd shared with George, though admittedly there was more pulled over on your side than his. His arms were tangled around you, keeping you close to him in his sleep, his left hand placed over your belly as he half spooned you. The light glinted off the wedding ring on his finger; a sight that had you smiling into the open room, wanting so much to do a little happy jig at the very thought. You wanted to stay frozen in this moment forever, feeling exactly as you did and remembering all of it with such acute precision that you hoped never faded. Your bladder unfortunately had other plans and so you found yourself carefully but quickly trying to untangle yourself from George's arms, peeling yourself delicately away until you could creep into the bathroom.

Last night had been a rush of sex and sleep, without any thought to unpacking or preparing yourselves for the morning and so as you all but ran to the bathroom, you considered your options. The only clothes you had on hand were your wedding dress and that was an unquestionable no, there were towels you could wrap around you, wander aimlessly completely in the nude as you sought out your bags or steal George's shirt from the floor. The latter was the most reasonable and once you'd relieved yourself and washed your hands, you crept out to check that George was still asleep before ducking out of the room in search of coffee, slipping George's shirt around you as you walked through the rather chilly hallway.

Luckily, the owners of the cabin had left some basic amenities for you, including some fancy sachets of coffee that would require almost no work and so you quickly boiled the kettle and made yourself a coffee, setting a second mug aside for George whenever he would rouse.

George had brought in all the luggage last night and had placed it all by the couches and so you busied yourself with unpacking your toiletry bag and other items whilst you waited for George. You couldn't unpack your clothes yet, not wanting to wake him up and so you stayed in his shirt, feeling comforted by the smell and the soft material. It absolutely drowned you, the sheer size of it almost laughable compared to your smaller frame but it felt wonderful against your bare skin.

After tidying up, you walked over to the kitchen to make another drink, flicking the kettle on ready when the light from the window caught your rings and made them sparkle, catching your eye.

"I'm dreaming aren't I," you hear from behind you and you can't help but jump, even though you knew it would be George. You spin around to see him stood in only his suit trousers, clearly having the same issue you had. He looks so absurdly handsome in the morning sun, hair still messy from sleep and naked from the waist up. "There is absolutely no way people will believe that you married me, look at you."

He walks over to you as you shyly smile at his words, smirking down at you before he leans down and presses a kiss to your lips that takes your breath away, the passion of it coming from almost nowhere.

"Stealing my shirts already Mrs Weasley?" He teases with a smile against your lips, "Godric it looks good on you."

You can't reply, his words ringing in your mind as you feel from the sexiness of the rasp in his morning voice, the sight and sound of him too much for your brain to handle.

You kiss him back with a feverish passion, trying to project exactly how he was making you feel, your hands slipping up to his fluffy red hair. He groans into the kiss and moves forward to trap you against the counter, hips locked together as you keep kissing, the evidence of his arousal so plainly pressed against you. You're on fire, your skin burning with the need for real ease again, brain turning to complete mush as the need arises from nowhere.

His hands fight the last remaining button that was keeping the shirt together, the rest of them having being flung around the room in the skirmish last night. When he manages to pull it open, his hands immediately began pawing at your curves, your naked body exposed to him again as he growls into the kiss. His fingers dance over your skin until his long, skilled fingers slip between your legs.

You moan against his lips as he strokes across your pussy lips, gathering the abundant wetness and teasing your throbbing clit with a feather light touch that drives you mad.

Suddenly, his hands fall away from your pussy as he begins kissing down your neck, over your breasts and across your tummy, sinking downward into his knees. His tongue pokes out and catches your clit with dangerous precision that it makes your knees buckle, though he holds you steady. He reaches out to grab your leg and hooks it over his shoulder, keeping his other hand on your hip so he could hold you steady. Bared before him, he immediately drags his tongue over your puffy lips before sinking deeper until he runs his pointed tongue right from your entrance up to your clit. He circles the aching bud with the tip of his tongue, moaning as he does so, before wrapping his lips around it and gently sucking in little waves that make your head spin. You cry out, unable to hold back as you call out his name, being perfectly worked over by his incredible mouth.

He quickly pulls away but before you can whine in protest, his hands cup your bum and hoist you up onto the counter, legs instinctively parting for him.

He wastes no time, finding that the counter was almost the perfect height for him and licks up and down your pussy, gathering and spreading your wetness leaving no place untouched. You're aching for him, deliciously tormented by his skilful tongue but you need more, need him to fill you.

You reach out for his head, removing your hand from where he'd entwined your fingers on your thighs, pausing him. He looks up with a questioning gaze and you can't help but bite your lip as you look down at him, beckoning him. You pull him in for a blazing kiss as soon as he reaches the right height and your hands immediately set to unbuttoning his trousers, pulling his cock free as they fall to the floor. You pump him in your hand, the delicious weight and girth of him almost making your mouth water as he moans, resting his forehead against yours as he enjoys your work.

"Fuck me Georgie, need you, need to feel you stretching me out," you whisper, moaning at the very thought. You scoot forward on the counter so that your bum overhangs, aligning your hips so that you can guide him through your heat, teasing him before you line him up with your waiting hole. He sinks in slowly, allowing you to breathe through the delicious intrusion, feeling your walls flutter to accommodate him. He pulls out slowly before sinking back in with more force, feeling no resistance from your pussy now. His hands are everywhere, as are yours as he begins thrusting with the most incredible rhythm, hard and fast enough to quench your desire but slow enough on the pull out that you can feel every inch of his perfect cock. He bends down to pull one of your sensitive nipples into his mouth as he fucks you, your bouncing breasts drawing his attention. He licks and sucks over the nipple and you cry out in ecstasy, feeling completely consumed by him again.

Your hands wrap into his hair and around his shoulders, fingers grazing the silver chain around his neck, keeping him close, before you slip down to graze his abdomen, fingering slipping lower to feel where you're connected, feeling your pussy lips stretched out to accommodate him. Your finger slips over your clit and you throw your head back, narrowly avoiding a wooden cupboard, needing just a little more.

George seems to sense this, the angle not being completely perfect and suddenly pulls off your breast before reaching for your thighs. He pulls you away from the counter, keeping your hips aligned and walks you over to the nearest wall, his cock still deep inside you. He holds you tight as he fucks you, the new position making fireworks explode in your mind as he shifts you up and down on his wonderful cock, fucking into you with complete abandon. It's incredible, mind blowing and undoubtedly the best sex you'd ever had. His arms are bulging under your weight and his face is confronted in such pleasure that you can't help but watch him, your own hips bucking harder and faster in an attempt to keep him inside you. Your exposed clit rubs against the little patch of hair above his cock where you're joined and it's sheer ecstasy, every single part of your body at George's mercy.

"Georgie, I'm," you cry out, feeling your orgasm hurtling towards you. He nods, unable to find the words as he fucks harder and harder into you, knowing that his own climax was rapidly approaching. "Cum in me George, baby fuck please cum inside me!"

He roars as he cums, almost on command, dragging you with him so that you climax together, your body contorting and bucking up into his as you cry out. His grip on you is almost painful but it's so erotic, the primal urge so evident as you both ride out your highs together, cock pressed deep inside your clenching walls, chests pressed tightly together and lips searching for each other to whisper sweet nothings and curses.

He rests his head against yours as you both come down, each of you chuckling before he leans down and pressed a much sweeter kiss to your lips before he slowly pulls out and places you down onto the ground, keeping you steady.

"I'm stealing your clothes more often," you joke breathlessly, trying to fight through the somewhat awkwardness that had filled the room after the moment had passed.

"Steal my clothes anytime," he replies, panting himself as he slips his trousers back on, keeping them zipped but unbuttoned. He kisses your head as he walks around you, hand stroking your naked bum cheek as he slips in beside you to boil the kettle, preparing two mugs. You walk over to your suitcase and try to find a fresh pair of clothes and underwear before slipping into the shower.

The shower cleansed not only your body but your soul, washing away the last remnants of your wedding makeup, hairspray and George's cum that had begun to leak out of you and down your leg. You looked at your wedding rings in the shower with a sense of bewilderment, unable to believe that this was actually happening for you.

Until you remembered that it was all fake.

Suddenly you felt sick to your stomach, ashamed and guilty that you'd fallen for your own lie. You'd slept with him, multiple times now and had forgotten the most basic part of the plan, the entire reason for all of these things- it was all fake for the sake of the business. You'd let yourself get drawn in and had been so naive to think that for even a second George would actually want you like this. You were a pity fuck, because he couldn't have anyone else for the next two years, you'd have to do, a temporary agreement, a place warmer.

The high you'd been chasing since yesterday morning had well and truly ran out and crashed down around you, the lightness you'd felt in your chest changing rapidly to a sinking feeling in your gut.

But he'd kissed you. He'd wanted to take your dress off, he'd admitted that, he'd wanted to fuck you. He'd arranged and taken you to this beautiful cabin, called you Mrs Weasley nearly everyone he'd addressed you- that didn't sound like you'd constructed this fantasy entirely in your own head.

Realising that you'd spent way too look brooding in the shower, you rinsed off and turned off the shower, stepping out into a big fluffy towel.

Silently you vowed to yourself that you'd have to talk to him, confront him even on what was happening, as much as you didn't want to. You vowed to yourself that there would be no more intimacy until you knew exact what you were to him.

You dressed quickly and ran the brush through your hair, using your wand to quickly cast a drying spell, a little one off that wouldn't break your agreement to limit magic whilst you were away. When you stepped out, George was reading on the couch in silence, his mug steaming in front of him and the second mug beside his on a matching coaster, waiting for you.

He smiles when you take a seat beside him, finishing up his chapter before he kisses your head, mumbling about taking a shower.

For the rest of the day you fill your time unpacking, reading and then going on a long walk that George had suggested, along one of the many trails through the woodland. If George noticed that you'd been slightly distant, he'd not mentioned anything. Even when you walked ahead or slightly behind, keeping physical distance between you so that he couldn't take your hand, he'd said nothing.

You grabbed lunch at a pub you'd stumbled across on your walk and though you'd conversed as normal, inside you felt that something was missing, feeling wrong all of a sudden, the narrative in your head completely destroying the magic of what had been.

When you returned to the cabin in the early evening, the sun was just setting and the sky was a beautiful mosaic of pink and orange marbled together peeking from behind the tall canopy of trees. George steps behind you and for the first time since this morning, he places his hands on your shoulder lovingly and whispers in your ear.

"I don't know about you Angel, but I think it's time we tested out the hot tub."

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[avoxrising]

The Feral One • Ch 18

Finnick x Y/N

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Ahhh I love the wedding part

Content Warnings - None :)

You wake up to find yourself in the extra bed in Finnick’s room, your memories continue to flood back in. Why did you think asking Peeta would be a good idea? Why didn’t you listen to Finnick when he said you shouldn’t ask?

He notices you are awake and brings you a glass of water.

“Is that why you don’t want to sleep with me?” you ask him. He looks back at you with sad eyes.

“I didn’t want to trigger you,” he replied. “Once I realized you didn’t remember it felt wrong to. I couldn’t do that with you knowing you were in the dark about what had previously happened, but at the same time I knew that not reminding you was the better option.”

“I don’t know if it would trigger me,” you admit. “I don’t want it to but I’m scared it might. And what if I trigger your memories too?”

Finnick sighs as he sits down next to you. “Then we will just have to work through them together.”

“Together,” you smile.

The day of your fake wedding quickly arrives. You had been staying in Finnick’s room since your breakdown because your doctor agreed it was best for you. Finnick still had to carry sedative but he hasn’t had to use it.

You are quickly whisked off to Katniss’ room to get ready. Your fear of touch is somewhat back but having the prep team verbally explain to you what they’re doing before they touch you made it bearable.

They worked quickly, keeping your makeup simple and leaving your hair down and in its natural texture. The look was so different than a traditional capital look. You loved it. They even covered up the scar on your face, giving you a gentler look.

When you finished putting on your dress, you exit the bathroom to find Mags standing there with tears in her eyes.

“Mags!” you gasp, running to the woman and pulling her into a hug. Last you had heard she was in hiding in District 4.

“The rebels were able to fly her out last night,” Effie explains as she watches your reunion. “She wanted to be here for your fake special day.”

“Beautiful,” Mags mumbles as she touches your face. Thank goodness your makeup was waterproof.

You clutched her arm tightly as if she may disappear at any moment. You hadn’t hugged her since before the incident nor had you really spoken to her since. Despite your recent setback, you were making progress.

“Will you walk me down the aisle?” you ask her and she eagerly nods her head. The prep team hands you your shoes to put on and you finish getting ready, eager for the practice run of something you hope to do for real in the future.

Walking down the aisle felt surreal. Why were you so nervous for a fake wedding? You told yourself it was because of the cameras and let Mags continue to walk you towards Finnick.

Finnick looked stunning in Peeta’s old suit. His hair was also kept in its natural texture and his face was makeup free. Mags gave him a kiss on the hand as she handed you to him.

The ceremony was a traditional District 13 one. Plutarch had asked if you wanted to incorporate any District 4 traditions but you both said no, wanting to save them for a real wedding.

District 13 does not do vows. For them, marriage is more of a formality than a romantic occasion. Finnick and you stand there facing each other as the officiant reads off District 13’s proclamation of marriage. When the reading is done, you lean in for a kiss.

Your first public kiss with Finnick garnered cheers and cries from the crowd. Never in a million years did you ever think you would be able to love so publicly, not with Snow’s threats looming over your heads. Something about this felt so right, and you promised yourself that after the war you would marry Finnick; for real.

The reception was beautiful. Effie had picked a colorful array of flowers to decorate the hall with and Peeta had made you a wonderful cake. You spent the evening dancing with Finnick and chatting with the attendees. Eventually the event winded down and Plutarch thanked you for the footage.

The deal was done. You could now officially live with Finnick.

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[thirstdrafts]

"Knowing that he doesn’t exist is agonizing. It literally makes my heart ache. I hate feeling this way and I hate the fact that I can’t talk to anyone about it because I’m so embarrassed. But I don’t want to let go of him either."

^^^ I've dealt with this since forever. When I was younger I thought it would be great to grow up and fall in love, only to grow up and realize that I cannot love real people any percentage near my love of fictional characters. I'm married and I love my spouse, so it makes me sad that she has blank face told me "I know you would leave me for one of your fictional husbands in a second if you had the chance." It hurts me because I know it's true, and I can't fathom how bad it must feel to her.

But I literally can't stop. My feelings for fictional men boil over to the point of pain. When I think about them my heart swells with so much joy I feel like laughing and throwing up. Or butterflies in my stomach. And when the realization hits that they don't exist I feel so broken. Like my heart shatters and in those moments (scary as it is) I don't want to exist either if I can't have them.

I've admitted this to a therapist once and they asked if I wanted to work on it. I immediately panicked, resinded, and never brought it up again. The realization that someone could try to "fix" me and I would lose a very real piece of my heart stuck fear into my soul. That was the first time I knew it was a problem, but I couldn't bear to distance myself mentally from them.

Now I don't want to have se x with anyone in real life. It's super crazy. My spouse is miserable over it. I only want intimacy with fake men. It's insane. But it's my reality. I feel broken. Everyday I wake up in the real world is like I am missing a part of me and I have to ignore it.

Anyway, does anyone else on this black hole app have fictophilia? If so, have you solved it or found anything that helps you cope?

The quote above is from THIS ARTICLE on fictophilia, fictosexuality, and fictoromance.

[ohwell-itsme-but-danganronpa]

First shared in The Saiouma Pit discord server, parts said by other members are in quotations, unassigned bullet points are my messages

Hina: "It could go either way but... if it's Shuichi demonic royalty instead of parent, it's his uncle or Shuichi's parents and uncle being there and he's managing to perfectly play shit off to his parents while his uncle is just not buying it?"

his parents being the rulers of hell but his uncle being the one that cares to visit

Dra: "Shuichi tells Kokichi about what's going to happen, Kokichi agrees to help him find someone to marry (they are stupid) but before they can think of anyone time Runs out Shuichi's uncle appears from his silly little red demonic circle, looks at Shuichi, notices Kokichi and just "your human is rather small" And Shuichi loses it because oh fuck he didn't want to get Kokichi involved in this"

Hina: "The fact they really thought an hour was enough time to find a fiancé is just sad"

Fuwa: "we can extend it to 6 hours." And then I said: "no, an hour is perfect"

also Shuichi knew beforehand and just waited helplessly until it was last bell to do anything so he asked Kokichi for ideas

Fuwa: "they do fucking tinder, try to get a demonic looking match. They use a goddamn fake face app, to like, see who's demonic enough, and they point it towards Kokichi on accident at the very end, and it's like "perfect match". "Wow it's truly satan!!""

Hina: "WHY THE FUCK WON'T ANYONE MATCH WITH ME??? I TRIED A THIRST TRAP. I POSTED A PHOTO WITH A DOG. DO YOU NEED A FUCKING FISH??? IS THAT WHAT WE NEED??? SHOULD BE GO FISHING???"

Dra: "Does Kokichi get pros/cons of suddenly being married to demon royalty?" me: "like, what could the cons even possibly be? but yes he does"

after that dinner he stays up at night, pulls out his trusty white board

Dra: ""What if they don't have wifi in hell"", Fuwa: "Shuichi's family" (also listing cons)

Hina: "Pros: Demon Royalty, Would Protect You, Live in Castle, Rich, Cool Uncle, Husband Kinda Cute Ig Cons: The Signal Sucks, Parents are Meh, A lot of fire, Hot. Everyone Here lowkey wants to kill you"

idk about the killing part, I think Kokichi could gain respect in hell, they'd think he has what Shuichi lacks, he was always deemed too timid and soft for a heir to the throne, now this human he brought on the other hand…

Dra: "Ok but it'd actually be so funny if the other demons started going with Kokichi's lies and introduced him as the most powerful demon ruler that just happens to look like a lil dude (it's totally so he can fool sinners into thinking he's harmless) and Shuichi is just watching this go down like "huh""

I love fake dating AUs so I'll try to add a little more to this.

Neither of them has realized their feelings yet when that fated night happens, but something's been brewing through months of their living together. They're just friends that help each other in situations like needing an emergency fiancé. It's cool.

Until it's serious and they're told to pack, so they can begin preparations for the wedding and coronation in Hell as soon as possible. So things get a little tense, but they can go with the flow. It's just another adventure in the life of a supreme leader. And then the shenanigans begin.

The chambers prepared for them obviously have only one bed. They have to show off their affection to sell it to everyone. Learning new details about each other when they're made to pick out stuff for the wedding together. Some frosting on one's face while trying potential cakes. Waking up face to face after swearing to stay on far off sides of the bed the night before.

Kokichi learning things about Shuichi's childhood, Uncle shows him pictures. Shuichi watching Kokichi as he impresses demons with his act, looking at the faces he makes and being not only impressed too, but falling a little bit in love with the joy it brings Kokichi to have a receptive audience.

The realization of feelings being followed by the assumption it's unrequited and wallowing in it. The mixed feelings when trying on suits, dreading the approaching wedding day while thinking the other doesn't feel the same. Something pushing the tension past the limit and causing the confrontation. I've been thinking of maybe introducing a little magic to Hell's wedding traditions; they would each have to throw an ingredient into a huge jug of a special alcoholic drink that is prepared for weddings some days in advance and those specific ingredients have to be thrown in by the couple because the mixture will turn a pretty color when someone in love does this step.

Those idiots. These two morons. When it turns out alright they jump to the conclusion that the other is in love but with somebody else. [This could also be done with Kokichi hearing Shuichi mumble something about love in his sleep, or overhear him venting to somebody who knows their situation, probably Uncle or a friend, say "I think I'm in love" all tragically and the same misunderstanding happens]

So accusations fly, "If you're in love with someone, then why didn't you go to them with this?"

"I didn't know then. Why did you agree to this if there's someone you-?"

"I didn't know. And I expected this to be over by now. I thought that they wouldn't approve of me, or find out it's a farce and then kick me out."

"You should be with the one you love. I can open a portal for you. I can come clean to everyone, I got you into this mess-"

"No. It's not that simple" Shuichi looks at him questioningly, so he sighs and continues "... I am pretty sure it's unrequited. Doesn't matter anymore. What about you? I promised to help. Whatever that means now."

Whether they resolve it at that point or continue without talking things out [Shuichi claiming that his feelings are unrequited too, so their only option is to stay on track.] is up to you.

[chubbydino]

In honor of the completion of HLS, the most hopeful and heart wrenching piarles and maxiel narratives ever, what inspired you bring phantoms and la madrague together and continue their stories?

How long did you imagine the events of HSL before you began writing it?

originally i was going to publish a different maxiel fic but the story just wasn't working and it wasn't sad enough imo. i started daydreaming about PAPM but i didn't want to be entirely in pierre's POV again and i felt like going into charles's would be cheating, since a lot of what i love about PAPM is that we're never in charles's head.

the original arc of HLS had a much darker ending, and the fic was going to be very piarles focused. more under the cut (+ spoilers)

i don't remember exactly what spurred me to bring the two stories together, but once i started thinking about it, it really worked. of course, PAPM has a chapter where max is married to a woman with a daughter, but that was the only retcon i really needed, and it wasn't the important part of that story. i didn't want to develop a whole new maxiel, and then the parallels between max and pierre started showing and i dove in.

originally, pierre was going to regain his memories like he did, but then the side effects would get so bad (essentially his brain never turned completely off so even while sleeping he would be burning his brain and exhausting himself) that eventually he would have to choose between being bedridden but with memories, or choose to forget himself every few months and start over each time. it was going to end with pierre waking up after making that decision, once again not knowing who charles was.

but every time i thought about max and what he was going through, it hurt so much more. pierre's memory loss isn't painful for him, just confusing and frustrating. max was just surrounded by pain and grief and his worldview is so fucked up, and his family is so fucked up, there was just so much to explore. so, i gravitated toward that story. max took center stage and i decided not to add more angst with pierre's original arc--it just didn't work the way i planned, and max's role took on a new life.

i said it in the discord, but max was also supposed to go through with the suicide attempt on the houseboat. i planned for him to wrap the anchor chain around his neck, slip on the deck, then get up and jump in and go to "heaven"... only for us to figure out that when he slipped on the deck, he hit his head and went into a coma and never actually jumped in the water. but one night while i was playing the story out (i "watch" the next chapter before i go to sleep lolol) i thought about mack truck and the accident took shape. that fit a lot better with the story, especially for daniel, who would never have forgiven himself if he found out max actually tried to kill himself (daniel still doesn't know max was planning to, the same way max doesn't know his family went after his money).

the museum scene with daniel was heavily inspired by What Is And What Should Never Be aka S2 Ep30 of Supernatural aka the Djinn episode, when Dean realizes his perfect world is fake and he's actually dying in real life. That episode hit me so hard and every time i watch it, it still hits. I wanted the same type of scene with Daniel finally appearing in Max's world and making him realize what was really going on.

the supernatural elements of HLS aren't particularly supernatural to me. many people i know have seen or experienced something they can't explain. there are plenty of weird happenings in my own extended family that aren't scary, just strange and maybe unsettling. kids also see the world differently and i feel like theo seeing marshmallow or the kids seeing squalo goes along with that. maybe max only sees it because of his grief, or maybe that's the part of the boys that's always with him.

overall, i wanted to end HLS with the understanding that there is no way to completely heal from what max went through. he'll always, always grieve for his babies, but he doesn't have to hold space for that grief anymore. it will always be there, but he's living life despite that. he's carefully choosing daniel, over and over, and now he knows it's okay to do that. his love for daniel doesn't have to detract from his love for his boys. i don't think he ever would have learned that without the supernatural element at play.

camp bluefin is the purest form of max's love for his daniel, not only because he's allowing children back into their lives, but because he's allowing himself to enjoy having a "family" again. <3

[kinardsevan]

oceans deep, rivers wide

Evan realized it as they were laying in a hospital bed one night. It was a dumb injury; he’d slipped on an oil slick at the tail end of helping on the scene of a car accident, and had taken a bad fall on his arm. The doctors had insisted that the fracture was a hairline; that he’d be healed in a matter of weeks and could probably return to light duty after a week or so. Still, Tommy had turned up at the hospital before the ambulance had even made it across town. He was in a turnaround after a 24, and Evan was supposed to join him at the end of the night when his own shift ended. Instead, they were spending their night in the hospital. 

“Where’s your head at,” Tommy asked, his lips brushing against Evan’s temple, just above his birthmark. They were both cramped into the too-small hospital bed because there was no way Evan wasn’t getting his planned cuddling just because the doctors wanted to observe him overnight. 

He was staring off into space, not visually focusing on anything in particular. 

“How I never thought I’d get here,” he says softly, his attention still unfocused. Tommy leaned his head back and adjusted his gaze, narrowing his eyes at Evan. 

“Excuse me?” 

Evan shakes his head, his eyes still trailing over the expanse of the room as he was caught up in his own memories and thought processes. 

“I just remember so vividly laying on the ground, underneath that fire truck, thinking about how this was never going to happen.” He paused, let out a long exhale, and then turned his head, looking into Tommy’s ocean blue eyes. “I thought that was incredibly sad. I mean back then, I didn’t know what I wanted, but the idea that I wasn’t even going to get the chance was really sad. And every time a relationship failed after that, I had myself convinced that I was right with everything I’d thought laying underneath that truck.” 

Tommy lifted his free hand and brushed it against Evan’s chin before leaning down and kissing him. It was short and chaste, but still just as much love. 

“If I’m being honest, neither did I,” he admits when he rests his head back against the pillow. Evan raises his eyebrows at him, encouraging him to continue. 

Tommy shrugs. “I mean, before I was out, I wanted so badly just to meet someone I could fake it well enough with that I could accept the idea of getting married and having kids. Just fit that traditional role I felt like I was expected to, you know?” 

Evan nodded. 

“And then after I finally felt comfortable enough to not just be out, but out and actively seeking, I figured I’d waited too long. Half the guys I met were already on at least their first divorce or were so much younger than me that it just felt uncomfortable. Before you—before this—I’d resigned myself to the fact that I might be lucky enough to find someone who wanted something between casual and comfortable, but…” He trailed off, glancing back and forth between Evan’s eyes, suddenly aware of how nakedly vulnerable this conversation between them was. “Never…this.” 

Evan wanted to ask him what ‘this’ meant. He knew what it meant for himself; knew how it felt in the middle of the night when he would roll over and find Tommy asleep facing him, his arm outstretched and searching for him. He knew what it felt like to wake up in the morning and find his boyfriend in the kitchen at the table, sipping a cup of coffee while he scrolled through the news on his iPad, having already set out a cup and warmed bagel for Evan in the spot next to him. It was the same feeling he recognized when they’d take trips up the coast on their long turnarounds, and eventually, some hours into the drive after they’d switched spots a few times to break up the drive, he’d find Tommy staring at him from the passenger with a thousand thoughts written on his face. 

“The quiet moments,” Tommy murmured, answering the unasked question as his eyes dropping momentarily to Evan’s lips, and then back up to his eyes. “The ones that you have to remind yourself to take in because if you don’t, they’re going to be over before you get the chance to appreciate them.” 

“The ones you remind yourself you almost didn’t get,” Evan added, barely above a whisper. 

Tommy’s eyes narrowed at him just in the slightest. “Yeah.” 

Evan leaned up to kiss him this time, warm and inviting as Tommy’s tongue slipped past his lips. They may have not said I love you yet, but in that moment, he didn’t need to hear it. He knew that the conversation they’d had spoke depths and volumes higher and deeper than those three words could even start to encompass. 

[calmwaterstarot]

What’s really sad is it seems Chris is too egotistical or foolish to realize he could have sailed his career and public life into a better direction and gotten the woman of his dreams, but instead he chose not to work on himself nor his craft, pose a fake or real marriage and I just don’t know what’s wrong with him.

I have my own theory what’s going on internally and if he ends this mess I’d gladly give him advice but he keeps digging himself into a deeper hole.

I’d hope for him to have a wake up call and go seek counseling and make amends to those he’s hurt but he won’t.

If he and this chick are married and it’s proven, he’s done done.

Most are still here hoping this is pr and he hasn’t truly lost his mind or they are waiting for his and her downfall so if they stay together it’ll get worse but his life, his choice, don’t care.

I heard rumors he tried to get at a certain marvel cast member and she turned him down, she had a man but still. No not scarlet or the main cast and it’s someone outside of the bs physical“type” so many love to claim he has.

But yeah he could have done loads better but it meant working on himself first, but he won’t do it.

Maybe he needs to hit rock bottom but after this bs with this Alba Baptista…… who the fuck would want him after claiming her ass.

Do the fucking work Chris, man up, end this, take a break from the industry and work on yourself because this shit won’t end well. People have said it months ago and what did he do…..went and married the girl. 😂

Can’t help those who won’t help themselves. Idc 🤷🏻‍♀️

He's avoided some tough lessons and potential for growth, but that ALWAYS catches up to a person.

[yellowmagicalgirl]

Not in the Ways that Matter

What Krel wants is to watch over his injured husband, not deal with his husband and sister's friends. He's used to not getting what he wants, though.

TFW you're cleaning out your files because you're getting a new computer and you find a long-forgotten (aka written two years ago) fic in your sticky notes, so you decide to polish it up a little. This is technically a sequel to my fic Cookie Cravings, but you can read it as a standalone if you want.

In addition to all the other ways that this fic is AU (which will be explained in-fic), this AU changes up the timeline a little such that 3Below s1 happened in the Reckless Club's senior year of high school instead of their sophomore year, and then this fic takes place about two and a half years after that, so Steve and Toby are about 20-21 in this.

To read more about this AU, and also to see Krel's true form, please see this post.

CW: There are references to severe injuries as well as to past suicide attempts.

AO3

FFN

It could have been worse.

Krel sits in one of the chairs at Arcadia Oaks General Hospital. Next to him, Douxie sleeps deeply. He is so still, and he isn't breathing on his own. Not fully. Not so soon after surgery.

It could have been worse. Had Skrael's icicle been an inch to the right, it would have pierced through Douxie's heart instead of just collapsing one of his lungs and causing him to start to choke on blood as air escaped through the exit wounds as the ice melted. As Skrael had deliberately let the ice melt.

Krel shudders, still remembering how Skrael had frozen Krel's wings still when he had tried to fly after them.

Krel gazes at Douxie's sleeping form. Krel can't tell if Douxie is still pale from blood loss, or if it's just the white sheets and the white hospital gown that make him look so washed out. This isn't the first time that Krel has watched Douxie sleep, but this is the first time that Krel has time to do so. Every other time, Krel had only been able to steal a few sektons of watching and longing before he had to convince Douxie that yes, he did need to wake up this early to go to work. But right now, all Douxie needs to do is recover from surgery, and all Krel needs to do is watch over him.

The door to Douxie's room opens, and in walk Toby and Steve. Ah, Aja's friends whom she had left behind. Had they not been as useful to her as the jack of peppers? Or had she merely forgotten to bring them along when she went back to Akiridion-V? Just like how she had abandoned Krel during the coup?

Krel pinches the inside of his arm, watching the brown skin discolor as cyan blood shifts under the surface. No. Aja had not chosen to abandon Krel during the coup, and it was far more likely that Toby and Steve had chosen to stay on Earth. Krel can't allow himself to fall into Morando's poisonous trap again.

But still. Out of all of Douxie's friends, Krel likes these two the least. Likewise, they're the two that dislike Krel the most.

"What do you want?" Krel asks, careful to keep his voice even and non-confrontational. He doesn't want to fight, not when Douxie is so vulnerable. Plus, if Krel fights Douxie's friends, then Douxie will be sad or worse. Nevermind that Steve and Toby seem like they want to fight Krel.

"You said Douxie was your husband," Steve says. "What won't you lie about? First you faked your own death, now this? What's you're angle, buttsnack?"

"I wasn't lying," Krel says. He hadn't intended to let Douxie's friends know that they were married - he'd let Douxie reveal that particular facet of their relationship - but Douxie was being taken by the doctors and Krel had to say something to stay close. After all, that had been a reason for their marriage.

"Right," Toby says. "Because we're supposed to believe that somehow, Douxie fell in love with you."

"It's not like that," Krel says, even though he pulls Douxie's hoodie more tightly around himself. "He would have told me if he loved me the way that I love him." Krel looks away from the two of them and to his husband. Their marriage is one of conveinience, of forged paperwork and layers of security for them, Archie, and Nari. Douxie is Krel's friend and roommate and nothing else, and most of Krel is content with that even though a part of him wants more. Wants to be Douxie's husband in other senses of the word. Krel doesn't dare call this part of himself traitorous. Even though if he had been able to stay an acceptable son for his parents, they would have pushed him into a marriage of convenience. It would have been entirely different. Another royal would be joining House Tarron instead of another misfit joining the Casperan household. And yet, to call this part of himself traitorous is to say that Morando had any benefit to Krel's marriage. The one heroic thing Krel's family could remember him for was keeping Gaylen's core away from Morando, and that had led to Krel traversing the continent until he had met the man lying next to him.

"If you haven't told Aja yet of my survival, I advise you continue holding your tongues," Krel continues, wrenching his gaze off of his beloved.

"Despite how much of a jerk you are, she mourned you," Steve says. "Give us one good reason for why finding out you're alive won't make her happy."

"You saw my wings earlier, correct?"

"Kind of hard to miss that you doubled your limbs," Toby says.

"By Seklos, you're bad at math," Krel sneers, and then he he ducks his head down in shame. They might be idiots, but they're still Douxie's friends. They still were kind to his sister when she was all alone on this mudball with only Varvatos and Zadra to even try to understand the plight of exile. "I'm sorry. But, I didn't try to fake my death. Toby, when my and Gaylen's cores started glowing, I really thought I was going to die."

"And afterwards? Why didn't you try and make contact?" Toby's voice is uncharacteristically soft. Could Krel's apology be that powerful?

"Well, ignoring how the penalty for treason back on Akiridion-V is death." And ignoring how many ways Krel has realized that he can't kill himself, or even just permanently be maimed. "I'm double-cored. An abomination. Better for her to remember me as a normal traitor than what I am now."

Douxie would hate the way that Krel was talking about himself right now. Douxie wasn't awake right now, though.

"Besides," Krel said as he wrenched away his gaze from his husband. "It'll be tough for her, knowing I'm abomination and yet, if I know her? She won't be able to kill me in a way that matters."

[milayaprintsessa]

Ok so, yeah usually people would drop a cute text when there’s a reason. Anniversaries or whatever. But since - well fuck traditional relationships - here I am. Ok maybe it’s my stupid fucking brain pouring it out to deal with.. well, you know. But I felt like I needed to get this all out.

When I met you, I instantly knew that there was something about you. Literally the moment I laid eyes on you. And with every second and every new thing I learned about you that feeling grew. Bigger, faster. I fell for you even before I realised I did. You literally swept me off my feet, stole my breath and my heart. Everything about you is perfect to me. The way you seem to read me with just a look. The way you’re so comfortable around me. The way you calm me and my overthinking brain. Like your voice and your presence is a kill switch for my brain. I’ve never felt so much at peace as I have with you.

I’ve never felt so loved before. You fight for me, I fight for you. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you. I’ve never felt so devoted to anyone ever before, because I know you worship me completely. You know my dark sides and you help me fight them. You see the darkness that floats around me but you love it just like every other piece of me.

I know, we had our fair share of trouble but it’s like we can overcome our obstacles, our problems and look together at a future. I couldn’t imagine a life without you anymore. I mean that. I could never feel whole without you by my side. You fit me like a missing piece, you belong to me like I belong to you. And fuck, I do. You feel like a piece of my soul, the light in my life. Your smile can make my whole fucking day. (And fuck, I hate romance books and movies. But you make me feel all that shit that they portray.) My whole life I thought love is fake, a construct of society and the media to make sad little girls think that a guy could give a single fuck about her. Let’s say - you didn’t have to prove me wrong that hard, not that I mind. Now I’m running around with my heart shaped, rose-tinted glasses - being the happiest girl on this planet. Because you give more than a fuck about this sad little girl. All I want is for you to feel the same thing. To feel all the love, all the happiness you deserve. I hope you get that feeling from me every day, every minute. That’s what you fucking deserve for being such a beautiful person.

I know being with me isn’t easy, fucking hell, far from easy. But you always make me feel like it’s easy. That I’m not a burden, even when I continue to overthink and spiral down. You’re perfect in every single way. And I’ll do whatever I can to keep you by my side forever. To never loose you. You are my man, my future husband. The only person I would ever marry, the only person I am going to marry. I can’t even wait to have your last name, to finally be Mrs. Elijah Hayes (and yes, I kinda resort to being a fifties housewife around you, but I don’t fucking mind). I can’t believe how lucky I am to call you mine. Sometimes I wake up and can’t help but smile once I realise that being awake is as much of a dream as being asleep can be. You make my life a dream, a pure fairytale. I would go anywhere, as long as you’re by my side, holding my hand all the way. You’ve turned my life around in the best possible way. And I’ve gone from thinking I would die alone, to thinking about creating a family with an adorable little house, kids and pets. All thanks to you. (No, the baby fever is chill right now, don’t push it again.)

There are no words in any language on this planet to describe how much I love you. How much I love everything about you. But I feel like I don’t even need to describe it because you feel the same way about me. The same love that runs through my veins every time I think about you, every time I see you. I adore you. Я люблю тебя, красавчик.

[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

Angst (2) Masterlist

part one

Bleeding heart (ao3) - exhiled_spirit luke/ashton M, 35k

Summary: Time changes. Some would say that all of his wishes came true and in some way they did. That's why he stopped wishing upon the stars like he did when he was a naive child. Because all those wishes led him up to this moment in time. A time where Luke stopped wishing upon a star and instead felt himself become one. Each and every day he felt his mind leaving his body and float away. It's only a matter of time now until he's leaving the atmosphere and becomes a floating rock himself. A rock without its glow, just a cold hard rock that no one sees and cares about. 

Or Luke's past relationship haunts his ever waking moment and everything comes crashing down during the highly anticipated Meet You There Tour.

Broken Love in the First Degree (ao3) - tigerlily_sunshine ot4, michael/calum, luke/ashton T, 29k

Summary: “It’s not me, Cal.”

The bottom drops out of Calum’s world at the tone of Michael’s voice. It is so… empty that it takes Calum a moment to understand what he has said and then another to process it. Calum blinks, his mind still sluggish from sleep. He mouths Michael’s words in the vain hope he might catch on to what Michael actually means.

Calum takes too long. Michael sighs. He hits pause on his game and finally—finally—gives Calum the attention he deserves. His eyes are sad. His bottom lip is a little wobbly. Calum is afraid Michael might cry, but Michael can’t cry. Not on Calum’s birthday.

“Look at your wrist.”

(In which Calum is Michael's soulmate, but Michael isn't Calum's.)

cause I’ve been trying way too long to try and be the perfect song (ao3) - luke hemmings (wishingforlondon) michael/luke T, 1k

Summary: Thinking about Michael was, for Luke, just a really bad idea.

come alive and bring the thunder (ao3) - merlypops michael/luke E, 36k

Summary: Prince Luke of the Faeries is forced to marry King Michael after a War between kingdoms threatens to tear their lives apart... and maybe Luke and Michael fall in love too. Maybe.

dream makes the sounds (that carry me so far away) (ao3) - kaleidoscopeminds luke/calum M, 36k

Summary: Luke's just got to California, on a trip to get away from his life for a while. Calum might be there for the same reason. When a chance meeting pushes them together, Luke might get more out of the four-week road trip than he ever imagined.

Hold my hand and kiss my cheek darling (the world is watching us) (ao3) - Abbypd luke/ashton, michael/calum G, 23k

Summary:

“But why do I need a fake boyfriend to come out?” Ashton asked, glaring at his manager – a woman in her forties who usually knew exactly what she was talking about. This time, the young singer wasn’t too sure. “Because why else would you have waited for two whole years to come out? With a boyfriend you can just tell them you didn’t know you were into guys until you met him. It will be romantic and everybody will love it.”

Or Luke and Ashton are both idiots who are too scared to admit that their kisses aren’t just for the cameras.

i ain't changed, but i know i ain't the same (ao3) - mukelftv michael/luke E, 20k

Summary: michael clifford is an employee at the local mall. luke hemmings is a pop star on his mall tour. what happens when the two of them cross paths?

if we make it through december (ao3) - allsassnoclass (brightblackholes) luke/ashton T, 28k

Summary: “I didn’t tell them,” he blurts. Ashton falls silent on the other end of the line. “My family. I didn’t tell them about the breakup. And I know that I should’ve and I swear I will, but Gram asked about you today and it’s probably her last Christmas with us and you know how much she loves you. I couldn’t do it. It’d break her heart, and I can’t do that to her. Not right now. So if you– I mean. What I’m trying to say is that you’re still invited to Christmas, if you want. You don’t have to, I can make an excuse for you, and I swear I’ll tell them after the holidays, but I thought maybe… maybe you’d want to see them one last time.”

i’ll keep on fighting (just to make you believe) (ao3) - jbhmalum michael/luke, luke/ashton T, 33k

Summary: In which Luke is finally coming home to Australia for the summer after two years, and everything should be perfect. Michael quickly realizes nothing is.

it’s an emotional kaleidoscope when I face you (ao3) - FayeHunter, lifewasradical michael/luke T, 33k

Summary: With one last sweep over his apartment, Michael is sure he’s ready to go, or at least as ready as he’s ever going to be. Nothing would ever prepare him for multiple days of nothing but Luke Hemmings.

Or, Michael and Luke broke up a few months ago, but a nonrefundable road trip has them back together for a wonderful ride from New York City to Orlando, Florida.

Like the Stars Love the Sky (ao3) - tigerlily_sunshine michael/calum/ashton, michael/ashton T, 37k

Summary: Michael can’t admit to Luke that he liked kissing Calum or that he would like to kiss Calum again. He can’t, because admitting it to Luke means saying it out loud, and saying it out loud means that these feelings are real. It means that he loves Calum as much as he loves Ashton, and that isn’t fair to anybody, especially not Ashton who didn’t ask for a fiancé with one foot out of the door—not that Michael would ever leave Ashton, but the sentiment is the same.

(In which Michael doesn't realize he might be in love with Calum until Michael himself is engaged to Ashton.)

Magnet Souls (ao3) - jbhmalum calum/ashton, michael/luke E, 42k

Summary: Ashton loves sex a whole lot, Calum hates the thought of it. They’re soulmates. Alternatively, a story about self-respect and compromise in the name of love.

Mixology (ao3) - dafeedil luke/ashton, michael/calum E, 23k

Summary: In which Michael is reeling from a recent breakup, Calum has just flunked a semester of university, Luke has never taken a risk in his life, and Ashton has taken too many.

One night, four boys, one Los Angeles bar. A recipe for…well, quite possibly, not disaster.

(or, they all meet at a bar and fall hopelessly in love for the night. Only, it’s actually a lot more than that.)

Oil and Water (ao3) - dafeedil michael/calum E, 25k

Summary: Calum’s heart sinks a little bit, and he’s not entirely sure why. Maybe it’s because he’s allowed himself to fall victim to Michael’s seduction yet again, or maybe it’s because he’s disappointed in himself for being so willing to try something that could so easily be dangerous. Or maybe, the most likely of all, it’s because he can hear Mali’s voice in his head telling him how stupid he’s been to have found himself—quite literally—backed against the wall like this, with a boy he barely knows whispering dirty promises into his ear when he doesn’t even know the first thing about real relationships.

Or, Calum spends a night with the boy that smells like smoke, and as it always is with bad addictions, he keeps getting sucked right back in.

paper valentines (ao3) - dafeedil michael/ashton M, 30k

Summary: It’s Valentine’s Day, and Michael and Ashton have erased each other from their respective memories, along with the entirety of the last two years they’ve spent together.

However, sometimes erasing past mistakes only means you’re ultimately doomed to make the same ones all over again.

rebound feelin' like a rerun (ao3) - lifewasradical luke/ashton T, 33k

Summary: “Alright what the fuck?” Michael shouts, dropping himself down in the open corner of the couch. “What the fuck?” he says again, leaning forward on his knees, staring at Ashton across the room.

Ashton just shrugs. “He left me.”

The lack of emotion in his voice is concerning, completely free of the bubbling laughter and attitude filled charm that normally coats his words. It’s just empty, sort of bitter but mostly void of feeling, like he’s detached himself from the situation completely.

“But why?” Luke finds himself saying.

“He doesn’t love me anymore.”

Red Light - @daydadahlias (cornflowerblue (daydadahlias)) luke/ashton E, 32k

Summary: Ashton hates strip clubs. Hates them. And Calum dragging him around to them because “good dick mends a broken heart” is not making him hate them any less.

Granted, there is one dancer that makes him think they have potential.

Shameless (ao3) - HeartnArrow N/R, 39k

Summary: Luke is captain of the hockey team, one of the most popular guys in school along with calum hood, came out as gay last year. ashton is a nerd who gets straight a’s and has yet to have his first kiss at the age of 17. michael is his best friend who isn't really a nerd but has known ashton since preschool. ashton has always watched luke from afar, admiring him at the hockey games and in the hallways. he’s had a crush on him since freshman year but luke doesn't even know his name. or Luke was looking for a fuck buddy while Ashton was looking for love.

Take Me Out (to the Ballgame) (ao3) - no_clue_who luke/ashton, roy/calum, kaykay/sierra T, 35k

Summary: Luke Hemmings is the best pitcher on his team, he's happy there. He has a life with that team.

Everything changes when he gets traded to his teams rival, when he get traded to Ashton fucking Irwin's team.

He was so screwed.

when the party ends (ao3) - galacticsugar luke/calum E, 30k

Summary: Sadly, Calum is going to have to buy this bottle of wine. Is he torturing himself unnecessarily? Definitely. He can’t even really make himself feel pathetic about it, though. He’s fully aware of what he’s doing. Of why he misses Luke so much. Of why drinking this wine alone in his apartment is a bad idea. Even without Luke actually being present, Calum is using him.

a heaven, iowa songfic.

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RAB fics i read 13-1 april

All of You, All of Me (intertwined) by ajom28 celebrity fake dating jegulus muggle au, so far everyone's miserable

the golden king by maladaptivewriting !!!! regulus wakes up 1991, being 11, and pretending to be Sirius' secret lovechild he enrolls school withthe golden trio to protect harry (because he loved james). im loving it

Stars Of A Kind by orphan_account just regulus ruining his parents' dreams and aspirations

Silver Souls (He's the one for me) by Hhenesc im so--- why is everybody so stupid. why. is. everybody. so . stupid. talk to each other ffs. thank god for the lesbians

In a little welsh café in London by Thou_Maternal_Parent single parent remus, developing wolfstar

Certain Definitions of Normal by einsteinapproved for desertredwolf sirius is ftm trans, his friends and brother are helping

It was just a prank by DragonWitchPrincess this is more about sirisu being stupid than anything else

Learn How to Sprint Through a Stumble by sspideyman teen father regulus this is not a drill teen father regulus (he had a one night stand after sirius run away)

Heartbeats by Siriuslymoonyprongs yeah so trans regulus breaks up with james after he gets the dark mark, finds out he's pregnant, and eventually fakes both the child and his own death to protect them. after the war it's safe for them to re-emerge.

Mad Adventure by MightyMight shit gets fucked, hermione is yeeted to 1970s as barty crouch's older sister, and sets on destroying voldy before 1981.

Little One by Siriuslymoonyprongs sirius runs away from home, regulus is accepted by his parents as trans, and oooops he's pregnant with james

the stars of the night sky could never be enough by galaxy_of_pi angst no comfort of regulus dying (except it went from 1/1 to 1/15?? inchresting development)

Run Away With Me by Of_stars_and_moon for WolfstarPups90 reg gets basically adopted by the potters

The Dog and Deer Detective Agency by Artemisia_Black_95 detectives prongs and detective padfoot!

Kill Your Darlings by MesserMoon uni muggle au with hockey, they're t r y i n g okay

glimpses of heaven by lunahunt !!!! <3<3<3

Would You Come Be My Downfall? by WalkOnThroughARedParade regulus and remus pretend todate to get back at sirius. it doesnt stay fake for very long.

Ask away by purplefrogz texting jegulus!

but I cant find the brakes by thirdgleam (leafmeal0ne) james dumbs imself down for his friends to feel better, then studies secretly in the library at night, regulus also frequents the library at am hours.

There's just no gettin' through by neanora sirius finds regulus diary, big sad

Smoke Slow: A Spy!Regulus AU a series <3<3<3<3<3

i see how this ends (poorly) by Quillium !!!!!!!!! <3 my beloved

What We Do Today by Moe64 marauders era reading hp books (as written by trelawney)

Shimmering Beautiful (and when I break it’s in a million pieces) by srslvr13 for padfootsflowers sirius gets self destructive, regulus does damage control

at blue diner (i'll take anything you want to give me) by greenrosey spy regulus meets his ex once a month for info exchange, sad jegulus but like also hopeful somewhat

i'll be home for the summer by greenrosey the night canon-him would run away from home, sirius shoves regulus out of the door and stays at grimmauld. the marauders + reg plot how to get him out

blue and yellow skies by alarainai quidditch rivals to lovers fake dating jegulus

antithesis by rweoutofthewoods very lovely music au! jegulus

Bound By Honour by moonyfest lowercase screaming

5 pm by imagineacoolusername remus regulus friendship :)

no amount of therapy can help by The_wig_is_a_metaphor asudfhaosidufhaoif youtuber harry and tom riddle shenanignas

he'll be selfish, just this once (and many times in future) by vintagenovella iceskating regulus

His Word Is His Bond by FanonStar fem regulus asks james to marry her to avoid worse suitors

toys to be toyed with by aimlesscalamity bored and done with his friends regulus agrees to seduce james and or lily to break up the hogwarts star couple. they both faall for him but oops, he falls for them too

Three wrongs... by mothluvr lily WILL NOT be wooed by Potter like ugh that would be losing (even if he is kinda hot and got his shit together lately..-¨) so what's a girl gonna girl, a girl is gonna fuck the Slytherin seeker of course! accidentally leading to james' bi awakening. im having fun

Everything is Better with Chocolate by DEaTh220467 willy wonka regulus

Burden of Duty by Grey_Kenaz regulus is ace but also wants to hold up his duty and produce a heir with his wife. sirius works at a reproduction clinic. this is like, very heartwarming, for me as ace, it has my stamp of approval. I adore Else, she's so sweet!

I'm Staying Here And I'm Not Lyin' by ItsYlva reg comes out as nonbinary aroace to sirius

Your Love In Any Form by Anonymous aroace reg

We got chemistry, baby? by Sulfus jegulus

anosmia of the heart by bari_astra, bari_astralis jegulus is happy but snape makes them have a misunderstanding

Take you like a drug - I taste you on my tongue by Moonsss regulus likes fucking james behind sirius' back (no infidelity)

I promised myself I'd learn to be the one who leaves by AlistairIsLost regulus and friends run off to be a muggle band. they rock.

A Lost Soul (Found Once More) by INeedMoreSleepLmao regulus would very much like a nap thank you

Amicus Alter Ipse (Complexity) by aureusprongs for alarainai i have no recollection of reading this but im assuming it was good

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MLB - Season 3 - Episode 24

Ladybug

(My reaction first time watching it)

Gabe's thought process when it comes to Adrien really is "when in doubt, ask Nathalie".

What the fuck did he promise Lila?

Fucking christ, Lila.

I don't want to hate on Marinette because she's 14 and under a fuck tonne of pressure already, but I feel like she kinda dug her own grave on this one with her reaction, just a little bit.

Just kiss already, you two dorks.

Alya is... so not helpful.

Yeah, but she's just an assisstant... sure. Sure.

Aww, Nathalie is feeling like she needs to prove herself. Girl, no. Like, get that man,, but dying for it is not the way.

Duusu ships them. Nathalie just smirks and transforms.

How the fuck is Lila so good? Or is Alya just overlooking clues pointing to Lila because she's trying to prove Marinette was wrong about her?

That villainous laughter was so fake.

What was that noise Plagg made and why is it so funny?

Fucking hell, Nathalie's good (and I mean that in a possitive way).

Bitch even has Ladybug's powers, damn.

Also, I'm sad it's not the evil lucky charm sword. I know I joked about how often it appears in Sandboy, but damn... either Mayura is way more creative than Gabe (lol) or just way more inclined to violence. Probably the latter.

"Why didn't you wake me up?" Nooroo lies his non-existent ass off. Gabe is not amused.

"Here, be free." Mayura "How about no."

Chat felt that. And then he got punched in the chest by his father.

Like father, like son, making terrible puns and being cocky to impress their crush.

Mayura is so not amused at being captured by a child.

I still think it would be really funny if after Mayura's public appearance, people started to assume she and Hawkmoth were married. Gabe would not be amused, Nathalie would probably tell him to leave it alone, because ifthe heroes think they're looking for a married couple, they won't look at them, while secretly loving every second of it.

Now kiss.

I hate Lila. I hate her as a character, I hate what she does to the story, and I hate that there's no seeming reason or goal for her other than to cause problems on purpose.